#akashi xreader

His eyes widen at the sight of you curled up and crying on the floor.

“Fuck. What happened, darling? Can you hear me?” He’s kneeled down next to you, brushing his fingers lightly across your forehead. Your finger stretches out to grasp onto his.

“Mikey, I - ah.” An ache throbs at your sudden movement, and you wince as it flares through your whole body. “I hurt my back a while ago, Mikey. I think it’s getting worse.”

His eyes narrow at your words.

“ m’ sorry I never told you. I didn’t.. didn’t want you to worry any more than you needed to.” Closing your eyes, you don't see the rest of Mikey's reaction from the whisper of your words.

You feel his rough but unwavering hands travel along the length of your back. A shiver wrecks through you from the intimate contact.

“Grab onto my neck, angel.” He murmurs into your ear.

Slowly wrapping your arms around him, Mikey scoops you up and gently walks you over to the couch. Whimpers and cries still fall from your lips and Mikey coo’s soft words of encouragement until he’s seated with you on his lap.

“Don’t ever hide anything like this from me again. Understand?” His words are dark and dangerous. If you weren’t already in pain you’d have scampered off of him at his tone. All you can do is press into his chest more, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes, Mikey.”

“I can’t have you fucking hurt. I can’t. You’ll stay in bed until further notice.” His fingers grip onto your body tight enough to bruise and his chin settles on top of your head. Even in this position, you strain to hear Mikey’s next words. You barely catch them, but they make unease bubble in the pit of your stomach.

“I won’t lose anyone else.”

SANZU

Sanzu has known about your back issues almost from the moment he met you. He’s had your health record on file for a long time, (specifically using the knowledge for his own torturous purposes). He’s never given a fuck about your pain before; in fact, he usually welcomes it. Finding some sadistic sort of pleasure seeing you suffer.

That’s why he’s confused when he comes home one night; you’re curled up on the couch small cries coming from you and his heart tightens at the sight. He’s never really felt sympathy when you’re hurt but he can’t help the way he drifts over to your trembling figure and sits down softly next to you on the couch. He lifts the blanket gently from your head to peek at you underneath.

“What’s got you all worked up, angel?” his hand comes up to smooth over your head. You blink at him, your expression foggy from his sudden gentleness. A hiccup escapes your throat and you manage to spit out a response.

“It’s really bad today, Haru. I cant- i can barely move.”

You don’t even have to specify what the pain is. Sanzu knows your back problems flare up from time to time. He just hasn’t seen you in this amount of pain before. This is a new feeling for him, he coos softly and gets off the couch, slotting his arms underneath your body.

“I’m going to take care of you tonight, angel.”

If you were in any less pain, your eyes would have widened in shock. But all you can do is cling onto his shoulders, relief flooding your body as he carries you into the bathroom. He sets you gently on the edge of the tub as he gets the bath ready and then places you in the water, sliding in right behind you. His hands dip down to your back, and he rubs the length of it. You try but fail to stifle your moans from the feeling.

“Yea, baby? Does that feel good? Does daddy make you feel fucking good?” there’s a taunting lilt to his tone, but it escapes your awareness; the only thing you’re cognizant of is his fingers on your skin.

“Mmmm. Haru.. ‘y make me feel so good.” you murmur, and your head falls back against his shoulder. Sanzu places a kiss to your temple, and his hair falls into your face tickling your cheek. You let out a small giggle and Sanzu’s chest tightens at the sounds. Fuck. He doesn’t hear that often. And he doesn’t understand why it’s making his skin tingle and his heart beat erratically.. But it elicits adrenaline to run through his veins and he thinks- damn - he knows he could get addicted to this feeling. The excitement of making you feel good. As Sanzu continues to massage your back, he thinks that maybe he’ll try to incorporate more time like this. More time to make you feel good. If simply massaging you can get you to melt like this, his mind reels with the sorts of noises he can draw out of you with his tongue.

RAN

Ran’s alarm blares, signaling the start of the day for both of you. He expects you to wake up with him, and do your morning routine together although you never have anywhere to go. Ran says it brings him peace and good luck when you wish him off to work, but it’s usually just a way for him to sneak some extra time with you when you’re tired and more willing to submit to his advances.

This particular morning is much harder than normal, and as you turn to get off the bed, a sharp pain shoots through your back. You let out a whimper, closing your eyes and sinking back into the bed.

Ran’s sitting on the side of the bed, his feet planted on the floor, and you can feel him looking at you over his shoulder.

“C’mon princess it’s time to get up.”

You don’t want to anger him, knowing that would make everything worse but when you try to get up again the pain burns even more. A sharp cry escapes your mouth and you collapse back into the sheets. Ran’s eyes widen as he sees that you’re in pain, and this time it’s not from something he inflicted. He turns around, one of his hands coming up to thumb across your eyelids.

“Shit baby, what’s wrong?” He sounds genuinely concerned and you decide that he’s your only hope at the moment in seeking relief. Telling him the truth is your only option.

“My back...I’ve had back issues for a while Ran and I think- i think they’re getting worse.” You let out a shudder as tears pool at the corner of your eyes. The throbbing pain is unpleasant but it’s almost unbearable knowing you’ve finally told Ran a secret that you’ve been trying to hide from him. You know he’ll use this information in the future to manipulate you. He always does. But what else can you do? It’s getting worse as the weeks go by and he’s become your only source of hope.

Ran turns over on the bed so that he’s hovering over you. You can feel his hot breath flutter across your face.

“Look at me, princess,” he murmurs.

Your eyes peel open, wincing at the pain that flares down your back.

“Let me help you.” He whispers. You nod in response, your eyes shut again as Ran goes to move your body.

He gently turns you over, so you’re laying on your stomach. Ran’s kneeling on the bed, his legs on either side of you. He lifts up your shirt to give him better access to your back and you shudder at the feeling of his cold hands on your hot skin. He begins to softly massage all up and down your spine.

It’s the gentlest he’s ever been with you, and you can’t help but get lost in the feeling. His callused fingers in contrast with your smooth skin, but somehow it adds to the pleasure. When his hands work at the area of your back that hurts the most, you let out a groan. Ran pays special attention to the area, kneading your flesh with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Ran.” you whimper

He bends down, littering kisses up the length of your neck. “What is it, baby?”

His hands don’t stop their ministrations and you cant answer him as more moans fall from your lips.

“Please..don’t stop.”

Ran hums in response. You’re too distracted by your relief to notice his face pressed against your back and the smile that stretches across his features. Any other night you would have been able to perceive the sinister thoughts that are running through his head. Thoughts of holding back treatment over your head in order to get you to obey him, thoughts of finding out all the areas that hurt you the most so he can pay special attention to them during punishments. Yea, Ran thinks, you don’t realize the trouble that you just got yourself into.

RINDOU

“Rindou no.. please no, I don’t want to go.” The whine in your voice tugs at his heartstrings and your accompanying pout makes it tempting to succumb to your wishes, but he knows that it’s getting worse. The pain in your back has been bothering you for some time now. Rindou has spent the last week working from home in order to tend to your needs.

It’s been a week full of you cuddling up into his side on the bed, his strong arms massaging up and down your back, a week full of warm baths together and soft kisses.

Rindou is almost tempted to not do anything about your back problems in order to hang onto this sliver of domesticity that has resulted from your pain. But he also can’t stand the way that your eyes scrunch together when you move too sharply, or your pitiful whimpers when you try to walk anywhere within the penthouse.

He has no choice but to get you professional help. Unfortunately, he’s also just now learning that you have an intense fear of the doctors and you’ve spent the morning doing anything in your power to get out of going.

“I don’t care. You need help so you’re going and that’s the end of it. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”

You turn over on the bed with a whine, burrowing your head into your outstretched arms, and Rindou sighs at the sight. He knows his words can be rough and he’s usually apathetic towards you when you make fractious demands. But this is different. This pain isn’t something that he wished upon you; it’s not a punishment or something being used to discipline you. This is pain is needless. You’re hurting and it’s not from him. It makes him wildly unsettled.

“Baby, I need you to work with me here. The pain will just get worse if we don’t do anything about it. We need to get you some help.”

You lift your head slightly and give him another pout and Rindou comes up to brush the top of your head. “I’ll be with you the entire time.” his voice softens to a whisper.

Finally acquiescing to his wishes, your arms go wrap around Rindou’s. He lifts you gently from the bed and carries you out to the front of the penthouse. Lips graze the top of your forehead and the sensation elicits and shudder from you and prompts you to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hurts, Rin.” You mumble.

“I know, baby, I know. But I’m gonna make it all better.”

KOKONOI

“Stop it.. Oh my go- KOKO!” You’re splayed over Kokonoi’s lap, face down on the expensive chaise lounge that he keeps in his office for moments like this. You had tagged along with him to the office today. Koko stated something about “Having a long day and not being able to get shit done when you’re not in sight.” But you suspect that the real reason he wanted you with him, was the current torment he was subjecting you to.

“You’re supposed to be helping me with my back, not tickling me!” Your whines fall from your pretty lips, and Kokonoi smirks at the sight.

“That’s your fault for wearing this little number, princess.” His hands glide across your exposed back and his fingers lightly tickle at the skin. “So fucking sexy. Could fuck you right now.” True to his words, you felt the length of his cock pressing into your stomach. Trying to get out of his now uncomfortable grip, you squirm off of his lap.

Koko’s eyes darken when you escape, and he tugs harshly on his wrist so you straddle his waist. “And where do you think you’re running off to, princess? Huh?”

“Koko, you said you’d help massage my back. You’re just making it worse with your tickles” Bringing your hands up to card through his hair, you think maybe if you pout at him enough, he’ll stop his needy behavior.

“Fuck.” he groans at the feeling of your nails scratching his scalp. He turns to lay back down on the chaise, plopping you onto his chest simultaneously. “I should take you to the doctor, shouldn’t I?”

“Maybe..”

Koko makes a mental note to get one of his underlings to schedule an appointment for you. “Or I could just fuck your spine back into place?”

You giggle at his comment and nuzzle deeper into his chest. “It’s getting really bad again, Koko. I do need your help. Just till it gets better.. Please?”

Kokonoi’s chest swells from the sound of your sweet begging. It isn’t often when you explicitly ask him for help. And it’s not as if he likes seeing you in pain. Especially if it isn’t pain that he inflicted himself. Brushing a soft kiss to the top of your head, Koko mumbles his agreement.

“Don’t worry baby. I’ll take care of you. But I expect something back from you...an equal compensation.” Kissing up the length of your ear, his whisper draws a shiver from you “something we haven’t tried before.”

Letting out another soft giggle at his obvious horny thoughts, you sigh. “Anything for you, Koko”

KAKUCHO

“Arms up, love,” Kakucho has got you seated on the counter of the bathroom. Pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head. It falls across your body, almost a dress with how large it is on you. Kakucho moves to drain the tub where you had both shared a bath together. Your hands come to cling onto his shirt to prevent him from walking away from you. A small noise of protest leaving your lips.

Kakucho walks up between your spread legs, dipping down to place a kiss at the juncture between your neck and jaw.

“Gotta clean up, baby. Then I’ll be with you,” he mumbles into your ear. You let him go, reluctantly, but he makes quick work of the cleaning before he’s right back at your side. Leaning down, Kakucho scoops you up off the counter and carries you into your shared bedroom. You whisper your thanks as he gently places you in the middle of the bed.

“Let me get your heating pad, love.” He presses a hard kiss to your head before he walks to the kitchen and then comes back with your heated relief. He climbs onto the bed and leans back against the headboard as you crawl over to him, laying your head in his lap.

“Good girl,” he whispers. And then he’s placing the heat pad over your skin.

You cling onto his leg, a soft sigh breaking the silence. It’s dangerous to indulge Kakucho in these things. If he believes you seek his comfort sometimes, then he’s going to be asking for your affection all of the time. Give him an inch, and he’ll take a mile as they say. But tonight you have no choice.

The pain in your back flared up unexpectedly, making you cry out in the middle of the restaurant you and Kakucho were dining at. He had to carry you out of the building and into the car, and the pain was so bad your vision had started to become spotty. You’re sure this was his plan all along; getting you to rely on him in all areas of your life.  And it’s working, because your head is burrowing into his thick thigh, and you’re trying to push your body more and more into the pressure of his hands massaging over your back. Your well being is wrapped around his finger and there’s nothing you can do but succumb to him.

“See, this is nice, love.”

You don’t say anything and he gives your shoulder a squeeze, prompting you to reply.

“Mmm what is?” You whisper.

“You laying here. Relaxed in my lap. Just being together. You’re usually tense when you’re with me.”

You inhale sharply, your eyes widening. It’s true that whenever Kakucho initiates physical affection, your body tenses up. He’s never mentioned it though, and you figured he could never discern your discomfort- too drunk off your touch.

“Wha- what do you mean, Kaku?” You manage to stammer out.

Kakucho snorts. “Please, darling. You don’t think I’m that dense, do you? I can feel you shy away from me every night.”

You try and object, but Kakucho presses down hard on your hurt back. A soft whimper breaks your silence and you grip onto Kakucho’s arm.

“If you ever want that back of yours to get better, you’ll learn to love my touch. Understand?”

Through blurred tears, all you offer is a meek agreement.

AKASHI TAKEOMI

“Ow ow ow ow.. Akashi!” You suck in sharply when Akashi moves his body in a way that jostles your back. “Please it fucking hurts”

“Ahh sorry, princess.” No remorse detected in his voice. You’re sure he’s amused by this whole situation. It plays right into his desires anyway; you in pain. Reliant on Akashi for everything. Him being able to dangle your needs and desires over your head like it’s some fucked up game.

The pain in your back has prevented you from walking for the past few days. Akashi has stayed home from work, opting to take care of you like a good boyfriend. You scoffed when he said that, and your resulting punishment was him forcing you to go to the bathroom without his help. After you nearly passed out from the pain, you decided your best course of action was to stop hurling insults at the only person who could offer you relief.

So here you are, in Akashi’s arms, as he carries you around the penthouse to fulfill your every whim and fancy. Akashi has taken full advantage of the situation though, requiring physical affection from you every time he helps you out. You should’ve known this is what he would’ve turned it into. Holding relief over your head, so he could act like a fucking sleaze.

Akashi gropes your ass as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. You push him off you and he steps back with a laugh.

“Alright princess, you said you’re hungry. What do you want?” His eyes are trained on you like a hawk. No matter how long you’ve stayed with Akashi, you’ve never gotten over his intimidating stare. It’s hard to see past the man who’s made your life a living hell and the countless atrocities he’s committed through his work.

You look down at your fingers, playing with them nervously as you mumble, “ramen… please.”

“Mmm, that’s a large demand, princess. It’s gonna cost you.” He laughs again at you, clearly enjoying this newfound power trip.

“How much?” You ask, with a sigh.

“Let’s say 20 kisses this time. One for every minute the ramen is cooking. How does that sound?”

“It doesn’t take 20 fucking minutes for ramen to cook.”

He gives you a side-eye, one that's sharp and harsh. You know if you say anything else, it’ll spell out a true punishment, for whenever you’re equipped to handle it.

You succumb, a small “Yes, Takeomi” escaping your lips.

“Atta girl.” He says, cupping your cheek with one hand before he’s breaking off to prepare the ramen.

After he’s finished with the ramen and feeds it to you, Akashi carries you over to the couch. He plops you on the couch, situating your body to straddle over his lap. You wince at the position, but Akashi’s large hands go to massage your tense muscles, and you begin to relax into his touch.

“Okay, I made you your little meal princess. Now give me my payment.”

You look up into his face, blinking at the way his eyes are trained on you. Leaning up a bit you begin placing kisses on his scar. Akashi loves touch, this is a given. But more than anything he loves your gentle lips grazing across the scar that bisects his face. Closing his eyes, he counts each kiss. You start at his forehead and work your way down, placing a hard kiss to his brow bone, a sloppy kiss under his eyes, an airy brush to his cheek. Once you reach the bottom of his scar, you place the 20th kiss right on his lips.