It starts with your phone in your hand and Denji between your tits. Again.

You didn’t even call him over—he just gravitated toward you like a heat-seeking puppy. One second you were scrolling through your feed, and the next his head was on your chest, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, face buried right between the soft weight of your breasts.

Not touching you to start anything.

Just… there.

Melting into you.

Groaning low like he was sinking into the best sleep of his life.

“Fuck, you’re warm… ‘m never movin’ again.”

He says that every time. And yet, somehow, every time, he gets a little bolder.

At first, he just nuzzles—lazy, puppy-like, breathing slow. Then he licks. Small, absentminded flicks of his tongue along your skin, your cleavage, the curve of your breast where it spills out of your tank top. You ignore him, barely reacting.

You’ve learned not to engage too fast.

Denji’s like a wild animal when it comes to your chest: if you act like it’s normal, he stays soft. If you respond? He turns rabid.

“You okay down there?” you murmur, thumb scrolling TikTok.

“Mmmh,” he mumbles, lips dragging across your cleavage.

“Better than okay. You smell so good… fuck…”

It escalates slowly. His hand slips under your top, warm fingers sliding up to cup one of your tits like he’s done it a thousand times—and he has. You sigh, arching just slightly when his thumb brushes your nipple.

He doesn’t stop scrolling your skin with his mouth.

Denji kisses lazily at the swell of your breasts, open-mouthed, messy. His tongue drags between them, then over the soft underside. He moans like he’s tasting something, not just skin.

“Tastes like heaven,” he mutters against you.

“Feels like I’m suckin’ on god’s tits or somethin’.”

You snort, but don’t push him off. He’s hard—you can feel it against your thigh—but he hasn’t even tried to take off your shirt. He’s just content to lay there and worship you.

His mouth finds your nipple and wraps around it with a slow, languid suck.

“Mmmnn…”

He doesn’t stop. Not for minutes. Maybe hours.

Every now and then you feel him hump gently against the bed or your leg, desperate and subtle, like he’s trying to get himself off just from sucking your tits.

…

“You wanna fuck?” you ask eventually, voice low, teasing.

He shakes his head against your chest.

“Not yet. Wanna stay here a little longer. ‘Til my jaw gives out.”

“You’ve been at it forever, babe.”

“Still not done.”

His voice is whiny, almost sleepy. His tongue swirls your nipple again, slower now, worshipful.

“Could die like this. Between these huge fuckin’ tits. You’d bury me with a boner.”

You laugh, carding your fingers through his messy hair. He hums at the touch, rutting harder now, but still refuses to move.

“You’re obsessed,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” he groans, mouth open on your skin, spit slick and hot.

“I really am.”

"We don't talk about her like that, Denji." It was a clear message.

"Why not? What she got clearly needs to be from a goddess, a devil or whatever. You kept hiding her." He groaned and ran a hand over his scruffy blonde hair. 

"She was on a vacation; there's no hiding," he shrugged, already aware of what would happen the next day. Because you, little sweet you...

You were his unraveling, too eager and kind for your own good and too oblivious. Although Aki knew there was more to you.

It was back when you had moved into the apartment next door. When you wanted to make a good and polite first appearance. You brought cookies you made yourself. Gooey in the center and with milk chocolate that melted on the tongue. A domestic good to leave a good first impression. How he opened the door looking nearly even bored when you stood there, cookie plate in hand. Eyes wide and friendly. It was just the first meeting when you ended up yapping not just about yourself. Something about you was always very good at seeing what others needed when they dealt with being alone. Since you also have a lot of experience in being abandoned. But instead of Akis way to act nonchalant, you were full of brightness and trying to tend the world with kindness and your cookies.

After that he ended up with an empty cookie plate as he sat alone in the dark apartment. Because some words had hit deeper than he made it look towards you. How you had said:"Come over any time; I always have something to eat or tea. Oh, and company or an ear to listen. No pressure, though; being alone can be calming but also drowning or even loud. Anyway, I know you need to get going, and I'm talking too much...bye-bye." You waved and smiled before you turned to your door and left him speechless. He inhaled pretty much those cookies just because the silence didn't feel so suffocating then. 

But this was never all because sometimes your need for connection was so high that you randomly started to show up to eat breakfast with him. Because coffee and a cigarette weren't really breakfast, right? And it took a lot of his willpower to not look too long when you bent over. Those sleeping shorts did nothing to hide any of your curves. Or when your sleeping top just rode up a bit to show more skin, not that this was your intention, but you looked like a sleepy dream. Because too often it had happened, he ended up having a boner underneath the table.

"You don't need to do this, you know that?" he had asked you one time, trying to act smooth, sounding detached as always as he sipped his coffee you made. It tasted better even when it was plain black. While his hard cock throbbed the moment you bent over the table to give him some of the pickled radish for breakfast. Your top had shifted lower, which gave him a shameless view of how good your tits looked in it.

"I don't, but I want to. Besides the fact I want to feel useful," you declared with way too much energy and a good mood that never seemed to dim. "Whatever...don't get used to it," but the tone was lacking the cold bite. You weren't exactly interrupting. Even when you yapped, it was soft and more like a melody in the morning than annoying. Aki didn't interrupt you. Worse, he even knew what you were talking about, even when he said he was not a morning person, but he caught everything. When you talked about the cat you greeted every day that sat on the fence in front of the apartment. When you talked about the shift in the little bubble tea store, you needed to throw a shaker after a minor tapioca pearl devil. You considered yourself as unshaken from that day on. You smiled when you could catch a hint of a smirk when he took another sip of coffee...

Akis acknowledged that even when you were too bright in your mood compared to him, you weren't annoying, dumb, or useless. You filled space with warmth, your yapping filled silence—not unpleasant, but in a way that made things bearable. Not that he ever told that to anyone. Your domestic side was not for everyone, but you decided to let Aki see it. Because you felt what he needed, and sometimes it was a simple breakfast in your opinion.

For Aki it was not just your body or your look. Although that emo diva also thought you were adorable and way too hot to be around Denji in any case. But it was your sweet nature; you saw a worth in him, and he didn't need to earn it for once.

The whole damn day Denji had talked about you. "You saw her for 10 seconds; she is not the love of your life, so would you just shut that mouth about it?" Aki meant after a minor mission. Power was also there now. "About whom are we talking? I mean, I heard "nice boobs" and "adorable face," but who is that idiot talking about?" she asked, upset to be left out of the news that clearly occupied everyone in the household.

"(Y/N), our neighbor, nothing interesting. Denji is just going to crash out over no-" even when he tried to play it down and drag his two roommates home like two stubborn kids... Denji cut him off.

"Over the most perfect boobs, and she smelled like cookies, I'm so sure. She got that vanilla note on her skin; I could get that." Denji declared proudly with a smirk, not that it seemed a bit worrying that he actually paid so much attention in 10 seconds.

"So we got a cookie girl now? Is that the message? Does she bring cookies? How often does she bring cookies?" Power asked, as always, the most important things, while Aki just rolled his eyes.

"She is our neighbor, dumbass. She is no 'Cookie Girl.' But she brings cookies once a week." He sighed with a heavy groan. Those two really cost him his patience.

"Once a week? Do you think when I let her pet Meowy, she brings more?"

Anyway, back at home, when he had made a stop in a store, Power and Aki were already home. This is when he wanted to get in the elevator. It was already full, but before it could get up, you tried to squeeze in too. Of course, when you spotted Aki, you chose to be squished against him.

"Ohhhh, sorry it's going to get a little cuddly," you chuckled and squeezed into the gap. Your breasts pillowed against his torso. That soft body yielded to his frame, and for a moment he was sure he needed to hold his breath. 'Fuck!' he said it in his mind. Because no power in this world could stop what was rising in his pants. You were sweet and tempting, and sometimes when you caught him staring into nothing, it was not because he was tired. It was because he imagined bending you over the table and taking you raw from behind. Just to listen to those little noises you would do. Or how you would spread yourself a bit more so he could go deeper. Something was telling him that you were a needy one.

"Good reminder to take the stairs next time," he said clipped; he looked away. "Come on, Aki. It could be worse. It's cozy and warm, a bit too warm, but we focus on good things," you meant and batted your lashes. This was when he looked in your face. It was cozy and warm, just as cozy and warm as it would be when you wrapped your legs around his waist as he would pound you into oblivion to hear how sloppy that cunt would get. And at this exact moment, it was when you felt it against your thigh. A hard, insistent bulge. When you noticed your iris widened just a fraction. Before that little smile on your face turned suspiciously sultry.

Not only that, Aki thought you were worth having an eye on, even when he denied it. But you liked him too; he was pretty no matter if his dark hair was down or in his signature ponytail. It was the calmness he brought, the way he let you yap. And now you just felt how much this man needed a break and to just feel something different than duty and responsibility. He could see that you felt it; it was unmistakable how it throbbed against you after the elevator rumbled a little. He knew it. Furthermore, he fucking knew you felt that hot length against him.

And when he realized that, he looked away again, this time with a blush over his nose. "Do you want me to come over later? I can make food," you suddenly asked, Aki too occupied to realize you just pressed closer against him even now. "You don't have to; I planned something." His voice was strained but sounded nonchalant.

you were tracing your finger on his lenght, slowly and steady, giving his tip a little kiss every once in a while. he looked at you with his mouth open, eyes half closed and hair untied and messy. but when you started pumping it he was completely gone, lost in the pleasure and couldn’t focus on anything else except for your hand.

“b—baby…” he whimpered letting out a soft gasp from his cutely parted lips. “mhm? what is it baby?” you replied, hand now firmly gripping on his base. “f—faster..” he said flustered, trying to hide his face behind his hands, too embarrassed to be this exposed and vulnerable in front of you.

“does my pretty boy want it faster?” you mocked his request jus’ cause you know he likes it, your hand speeding up and paying particular attention to his red tip, precum making it easier for you to continue working him up. he moaned something similar to a ‘yes’ but you couldn’t quite get it. “what is it baby? speak up.”

“y—yes, please.” his voice broken by the pleasure and it was only a matter of moments before he started babbling nonsense into your ear, praising you for your good work, for how beautiful you looked and how perfect his lenght fitted into your hand.

“i—i…” you knew exactly what he was trying to say, that he was close and he couldn’t take it anymore, not this fast and perfect. but you still wanted to tease him a bit longer.

“you… what? baby i cant hear you.” you smirked down at him, his cheek completely red and little drop of sweat on his forehead. bucking hip hips he tried to make you understand that he couldn’t take it much longer, he was terribly and impossibly close. “i—i’m s’close.” and with one final pump you could now feel his sticky cum all over your hand and his torso.

he was so cute.

Of course you gave in, you could always hold out just a little longer with the promise of getting stretched out on Aki’s cock, right?

And then, after you two properly got together, Aki never slowed down even once. Always teasing, attentive, and making sure you could handle everything he’d give you. He was always so slow to prep you, knowing that the girth of his cock made you breathless and sometimes tense up. He loved how tight you were, the way your pussy would squeeze around his cock while you’d bite your lip and try not to wince. “Easy, princess. Just take a deep breath for me, yeah?” he’d whisper, reaching down to thumb at your clit while you bucked into his touch. He’d press gentle kisses into your neck while you relaxed around him, telling you what a good girl you’ve been for him.

Aki’s always been so good to you. Never rough or careless like some of the guys you’ve been with before have been. He’s always done his best to make sure he’s patient with you, make sure you’re enjoying yourself and that you’re feeling as good as he can make you. And of course, Aki’s always done his best to make sure that you cum. Even if it means he has to spend all night with his face between your thighs.

It’s great, really. Aki is, without a doubt, the best fuck and the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for. You remind him of this as much as you can. When you’re kissing him after he gets home late from the office, when he’s making breakfast and you wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your lips against his nape in the way you know he loves, and after he’s fucked you through and through and all you can do is breathe out “I love you so fucking much, Aki” into the pillow.

Aki’s selfless when it comes to you, and that’s the problem. 

You know he’s holding back, you can feel it when he fucks you and his hands come to wrap around your throat but pull away at the last minute, with Aki leaning down to kiss you instead. Even when you’ve asked for rougher, promising him that you really can take it, he holds your hips just that tad too gently and never lets his thrusts grow too erratic. He’s always so controlled, and for once, you just want to see him let loose. You want to see him take what he wants and use your body however he needs to.

It’s just… it’s a bit hard to keep asking for rougher when Aki’s idea of rough is gently running his nails down your chest. You want pain. Like the burn in your throat when you pinch one of his cigarettes and smoke it on the balcony late at night. You want him to split your pussy open, spend less time on relaxing you and more on ramming your cervix until you’re whimpering with a mix of pain and pleasure.

So, yeah. Asking for that is going to be difficult. You only know one other option that seems to get Aki riled up more than anything else: being the biggest fucking brat Aki’s ever had to deal with.

You never expected your plan to work, and you were completely right. It doesn’t.

Your problem is that you don’t really know how to act bratty. Not in a sexy way, at least. Everything you ask Aki for, he gives you. Mostly. 

You start by leaving unwashed plates by the kitchen sink, your laundry on the bedroom floor. You catch Aki raising his eyebrows at you but other than that he says nothing. You wake up to find the dishes clean and the clothes all folded away, and of course, Aki pressed up against you in bed, leaving small kisses on your nape as he reminds you not to be late for work.

It’s a bit of a foil in your plan since you always remember Aki complaining about when he lived with Denji and Power, and just how damn shitty he was with their mess. He was all snappy and hard eyes, and for some ridiculous reason your horny brain said ‘please fuck me when you’re like this.’ 

But Aki doesn’t snap at you or get mad, in fact, he doesn’t even look remotely close to being frustrated. So you know you’ll have to keep brainstorming some stupidly wonderful ideas to bring out that roughness inside of him. 

It finally happens when you take it a little bit too far. Well, you didn’t really think it’s that bad but Aki seems to think so.

Aki’s opened the balcony door, standing half-in while holding up an empty cigarette packet and waving it at you.

“Okay, look, baby, where are the rest of my cigarettes?” he asks.

“I finished them.” You don’t even skip a beat.

Aki goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he heard you, with the thrum of the washing machine in the background drowning out your voice. You repeat yourself, and a stupid part of yourself starts to feel excited. Is this it? Was this the way to go?

Aki glares at the ground and finally speaks. “Fuck, that was my last pack unless I left one in the dra-”

“Oh, I went through that as well. Sorry.” Yes, you threw them in the bin a bit too gleefully. He doesn’t have to know that though. And no, you’re not sorry at all. Your manners have long gone in this quest for rough sex.

He’s staring at you now, a bit annoyed and a bit confused. “You don’t even smoke though, not properly anyway, so why would you go through two packs in two whole fucking days? What are you, a chimney now? Have you been replaced by Himeno in my sleep?” 

Yes. This is your chance. You shove your phone back on the kitchen counter and move towards Aki, grabbing him by his tie, pulling him from the balcony and shutting the door. He’s oddly pliant for someone who’s usually so stiff.

“Maybe I did, what’re you going to do about it?” you murmur, pressing your hands against his chest and raking down, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt. “Does it annoy you?” 

“Yes,” Aki says, then winces, backtracks, and tries to say, “no, I mean, not really, I guess. Just my morning smoke, but I can run down to the store to grab more.”

“You’re not even a little bit annoyed at me?” you probe.

“Definitely not at you, baby.”

You frown. Your hands are still rubbing his shoulders when you say “well that’s a shame, I’ve been trying so hard to piss you off this whole month. I really thought that one would have done it.” 

Aki looks confused. “And why have you been trying to do that? Wait, is that why you’ve been making a mess of everything? I thought you were just too tired after work to do the cleaning.” He groans, “and my cigarettes, was that…?”

You pull back from him and sigh, “Aki, I love you. You’re just so… good to me. Too good. I wanted you to get annoyed enough to fuck me, you know, angrily . You’re always so sweet to me, give me everything I could ever want. But I need you to be selfish sometimes, use me . I know you get so stressed working as a devil hunter and I guess I just want you to take some of that anger out on me.” Once the words start coming out they just can’t stop. You wanted this to be natural, not awkward and stumbling like you sound now.

Aki’s silent again, and you suddenly feel very dumb. You’ve done so much dumb shit for some stupid plan that doesn’t even make sense. You start to turn away, walk back to the bedroom to go hide in bed, in the shower, in the cupboard to pretend this never happened at all and-

Aki stops you, his hand gripping your shoulder hard. His voice is low when he speaks, “You could’ve just told me that you wanted it like that.” He pulls you back to him, hands pressed into your hips.

You glance up. “You would’ve been too gentle on me, you’re too kind like that.”

Aki snorts. “Not when I see how committed you are like this. You really want it that rough, huh?” He’s pushing at you now, leading you back to the bedroom without you even realising. “How rough do you think you can handle?”

Your back hits the mattress when he urges you down, pulling at your top to get it off. You let out a yelp when he slaps your thigh, clicking his tongue while he eases you out of your skirt too. “Too slow, get this rubbish out the way.”

It’s sudden and Aki’s hands are rough on your skin. You’re too excited seeing him like this. “I can take it all, I promise,” you tell him, reaching up to tug him on top of you. Your hands are cupping his jaw, tracing down his pretty face while he undoes your bra. 

Aki pauses, grabbing your hand that’s touching him. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”

“Will you listen?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

And that’s enough to make your pussy wetter than it already is. Aki hasn’t bothered removing his own clothes yet, only yours. Your panties are still on and he leans down so he can mouth at your mound through the fabric, spreading your pussy lips until he can see the outline of your wet folds.

“Spread that pretty pussy for me, yeah, just like that, angel,” he murmurs, urging you to bring your own hands down beneath your panties while he presses his lips against you. It’s a teasing touch, just his breath ghosting against the fabric. You let out a soft whimper when Aki presses a finger up against your clit, rubbing it softly before pulling back. You whine at the loss of contact.

“Shhhh, you want me to be a little bit selfish now, right?” Aki asks, and you nod eagerly. “Then be a good girl and open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah, that’s right”, and then his long fingers are thumbing against your lips, pressing in to slide alongside your tongue. Your mouth is watering and yet he’s barely even doing anything to you.

“Get them wet for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you wish my fingers were my cock in your mouth.” 

Yeah. You could die happily right now. You love the taste of Aki’s skin, the way his fingers press to the back of your throat and make you gag a bit, you feel just so full of him. Usually, if Aki hears you gag or choke, he pulls away and checks that you’re okay. Tonight that care seems to be gone, and your eyes water when Aki slips two more fingers into your mouth, groaning as he stretches your lips as though it’s his dick stuffed down your throat.

Your breathing is hard when Aki finally removes his fingers and all you can do is wait for his next demand. He’s turned on too, you know this for sure when you see his erection through his pants and reach out to palm him. Beneath Aki’s pants is that perfectly fat cock of his, leaking precum just for you. You want to suck his cock so fucking badly, you really do, but you’ll wait for Aki to decide when he wants that. 

“Shift back up on the bed for me. And pull those panties down, I want to be able to eat that pussy properly, spread wide open for me, okay?” his voice is firm and no, he’s not really asking.

“A-Aki,” you say, “you know I love your tongue on me but… tonight’s meant to be about you.”

He gives you a sharp look, and tells you “I’m not going to go easy on you, princess. I just want to make sure your cunt’s all nice and overstimulated right before I stretch you out with my cock. That’s what you want, right?” 

Yes, that’s exactly what you want. You nod and whimper, “Fuck, Aki… but what about-”

Aki leans in close and coos in your ear, “I want you shaking and crying by the time I finally fuck you. Want you so fucking tight for me that that you’re still cumming again and again when I fill you up.” He’s so close, words vibrating against your skin while he sucks at the soft skin of your neck. “Think you can do that for me, angel? That’s what I want.”

And how could you ever deny him? If that’s what Aki wants from you, you’ll happily give. You’ll let him tear as many orgasms out of you as he can, until you’re nothing but a drooling mess with your pussy clenching around his cock. Milking him, begging him to fill your empty, needy cunt full of his cum.

His hands are warm on your thighs when you move back to lean against the bedhead, strong fingers kneading your soft flesh while you shakily remove your panties and toss them onto the floor. You feel incredibly exposed like this, but you know Aki’s waiting so patiently for you to do as you’re told. You reach down and spread your soaked pussy lips, gasping slightly when your thumb brushes up against your sensitive clit.

“Fuck, baby, God, you’re so- fuck,” Aki sounds so choked up, but he’s leaning in between your legs, covering your fingers with his own so that he can spread you out even more. Gently pulling the hood of your clit back so that you can feel his warm breath where you’re so, so sensitive. You love this though, knowing that Aki’s the only one who’s able to see you like this, touch you like this.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he presses kisses up your thigh, lips getting closer and closer to your aching cunt. “Keep yourself open for me, like that,” he reminds you, and that’s the only warning you get before his tongue is lapping at your clit, sucking and ghosting his teeth over your sensitive little bud. Aki’s always been good at eating your cunt, but you swear he gets better every time he’s down there. Even when he’s just teasing you, it still feels better than anything or anyone else ever has.

“A-Aki,” you whine, reaching out to grasp his hair but find your hands getting pushed away, held down against the mattress. “Stop it,” he warns. Aki keeps you like that, moving his face further down your slick folds so that his nose is rubbing up against your clit while his tongue presses into your leaking hole. “S’ good, please, more,” you slur out, because you want his tongue in you, not just the little teasing circles he’s swiping around your entrance. You need something in you so badly. Even just the bridge of Aki’s nose against your clit is enough to make you feel you’re gonna build towards your release, and if you’re going to cum, you want to be filled with Aki. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. You’ll happily take any of those as long as you’re not empty.

He pulls back, grinning at you with his lips coated in your wetness, “Patience, baby. You’re meant to be letting me enjoy myself over here.” And then he’s back to it, his warm tongue pushing past your slick folds and into your cunt, thrusting in while using his other hand to reach up and play with your clit. He’s not as gentle this time and you love it. Aki’s tongue deep in your cunt while he rolls your spit-soaked clit between two fingers, something that usually might have been too much for you but now it’s perfect. And then when he brushes his thumb over your clit just like that, you can feel the tension in your belly grow stronger, stronger, until you’re whimpering and reaching up to pinch your own nipples just to get you on that edge.

Aki knows you so well. Too well. He doesn’t even have to glance up, instead, his voice is muffled against your cunt when he says “greedy fucking girl, go on then, cum for me for the first time tonight, sweetheart,” and that’s all you need. You pinch your nipples hard enough to almost bruise them, whining and squirming as your cunt clenches around Aki’s tongue, trying to draw him in further while your soaked pussy lets out a bit of squirt. Aki keeps his fingers on your clit the whole time, helping you ride out your orgasm while he laps up your juices with his tongue.

When he finally pulls himself away from your cunt, you’re a whole fucking mess. Your cunt is still pulsing and you can barely breathe but fuck- you want more. So much more. You don’t even realise you’re saying it until Aki grabs your shaky legs, pulls them over his shoulder and asks you “what made you think I was gonna stop there?” His cock isn’t even out, and you really don’t understand why until a light smack comes down on your wet pussy.

“Fuck, Aki!” you cry, your overstimulated clit taking the full brunt of Aki’s slap. It stings lightly, and you can tell Aki’s trying to read your face to know if this is too much for you, but it’s not. You whine and spread your cunt for me, begging Aki to slap your puffy pussy lips again. It’s not enough to make you cum, but just the rhythm of his hand lightly slapping your cunt gets that warm feeling in your belly growing again. He starts light, then gradually the slaps get harsher. Not quite painful but enough to make you yelp, still spreading your pussy lips for him while you wait for the smack to come down against your clit.

“Shit,” Aki breathes, and you can see the bulge in his pants now, can feel it pressing up against the inside of your thigh, grinding slowly. “You’re doing so well for me, really didn’t think you’d be able to take this much” he tells you, pulling his hand back to unzip his pants. You don’t even care about the stinging sensation of your cunt, all you can do is watch as Aki strips for you, shirt off first, pants and briefs gone next. 

You’ve always adored every part of Aki; his pretty face, his lightly-toned figure, his crap sense of humour and of course, his OCD cleaning routine that quite literally clashes with your hoarding routine. But fuck, his cock is fucking perfect for you. He’s thick as fuck, more than girthy enough to stretch your tight cunt out and make you gasp, but not too long to the point where it hurts. Aki’s cock was made for pounding you, always hitting the right spots and making you tear up when you cum on him. You reach out to palm him, wanting to feel the pre-cum he’s leaking in your hand but he slaps you away again.

“Stop that. What did I say?” Aki slurs, eyes heavy as he presses his cock up against your swollen entrance, “patience, angel. I’ll only give it to you if you’re good for me.” And that’s a big fucking lie. He really should be making you wait but no, Aki’s already pushing in, making you tense up at the stretch and gasp for air. He was right, you’re way too overstimulated to take him with any sort of ease. Your cunt tightens around him as he stretches you out, making you whimper while he whispers into your ear “shhhh, you’re alright, baby. I know, just relax. Let me make you feel good.” You trust him on that, Aki always knows how to make you feel good. 

Aki stills, cups your face, and says “I won’t make it hurt, not too much anyway. Only as much as you can take.”

You try to nod shakily at him when he’s most of the way in, “please Aki, s’ good now, I need it,” you whine, bucking your hips up to get him in just a little deeper. You can handle it. The only problem is with your legs around Aki’s shoulders, you don’t really have much room to take control. It’s all up to Aki, and so far he’s only rewarding you with shallow thrusts, glancing down at where his cock is splitting you open.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he says, and it’s sudden, but he almost pulls out all the way, only to slam back into your cunt harder, and harder again. You’re so sensitive, you’re pussy clenching and tightening up every time Aki fucks you, hits the sensitive spot inside you that makes you gasp, struggling to breathe. Your pussy was already a tiny bit sore but now it’s aching, for more, less, maybe both.  

“You can take more, baby, I know you can,” Aki says, voice raspy against your neck. And then he’s biting down, sucking at your neck hard enough to leave marks that’ll last for days. Your collarbone, the side of your throat, your jaw, Aki bites at any skin you will offer him. It’s all so much and with Aki’s thick cock inside you, it’s the only thing you could ever want. You feel brainless, just letting Aki use you until he’s done fucking your overstimulated cunt. You feel like your cunt was made purely for him to use.

Of course, you don’t even object when Aki lightly slaps you on the jaw, telling you to “open wide, need you to suck my fingers, pretty girl.” That’s exactly what you do, letting your mouth fall open while Aki presses his thumb against your lower lip, guiding in while ramming your pussy at the same time. You moan around his fingers, almost choking on your own saliva when his cock starts hitting your sweet spot over and over. The way your cunt wraps around his cock was enough to make you almost cry, but now that he’s pressing up against your g-spot, all you can do is whimper and suck desperately on his fingers.

“I’m gonna-”, fuck, you can’t even talk like this. Mouth and pussy both so full of Aki. “I’m gonna cum, please- yes, please-” it’s all you can get out, and you don’t care how pathetic you sound all choked up like this. “Need to cum, I- please, need to cum on your cock, Aki-” and he doesn’t slow down at all. Just continues splitting your abused pussy open, head of his cock rubbing up against your sweet spot hard until you’re crying and squirting around him, drool spilling down your lips while he fucks you through your orgasm hard and fast.

Your cunt twitches as Aki continues to fuck you even after, the aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you even as his thrusts grow erratic, his fingers in your mouth pressing at the back of your throat sloppily while you try not to wince. It’s too much and a part of you feels like you might cum again, but you doubt you’d be able to handle it even if you can. 

That all changes though when Aki reaches down to rub at your clit, his fingers gently rubbing your abused little nub.

“Come on, I know you can give me one more, right?” Aki breathes into your ear, “You’ve been such a good fucking girl, you deserve just one more reward, princess.” It’s not fair, you think. Aki’s been fucking you rough and hard, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and yet he still sounds so much more composed than you. It’s not fair that he still has the coordination to rub your clit until he’s tugging a third orgasm from you tonight. All you can do is whine, grasp at the bedsheets while you cunt pulses around Aki again and again, soft whimpers leaving your lips as Aki finally reaches his own finish. 

“Fuck, baby, you’ve done so well tonight,” Aki gasps, his breath hard against your neck. You can feel the way his body tightens and relaxes, fucks you once, twice, three times, before lazily thrusting up into your cunt while he spills inside you, pushing his cum back in your hole before finally pulling out. You don’t have the energy to do anything other than lie back and try to breathe, you don’t even give a shit that Aki’s cum is leaking out of your puffy pussy, you’re too tired and nothing matters.

You’re vaguely aware of Aki moving about, leaving the bedroom to get something, probably coffee, cigarettes, maybe both. He comes back with water for you instead though, handing you a glass while you smile up at him. Or try to anyway, you’re pretty sure even your facial muscles are gone at this point.

Aki leans down to kiss your forehead, asking, “was that rough enough for you? Too much?”

You want to laugh but can’t because as usual, Aki outperforms everything you could have ever wanted. Except, “next time, I want you to make me choke on your cock. You used my pussy, so how about my throat or ass next time?”

Aki sighs, leans down kiss your neck and says “well then, I guess we’ll have to try, God, you really are a greedy girl.”

Makima’s crimson hair was splayed wildly across the silk cushions. Her breasts bounced with every violent thrust, marked with fresh bites and bruises. Sweat glistened on her body. Her golden eyes remained steady even as breathy, controlled moans slipped from her lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” Sukuna snarled, slamming into her harder, the head of his cock battering against her cervix with every deep stroke. “Too good. Too perfect. What the hell are you?”

He suddenly leaned down, teeth sinking into her shoulder hard enough to draw fresh blood. The metallic scent bloomed between them. His pace became feral — hips snapping with raw, unrestrained power. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, messier. Fluids dripped down her thighs and onto the cushions beneath them.

Then something shifted.

Sukuna’s four eyes flashed with sudden, violent paranoia. His hand around her throat tightened brutally — no longer controlled pressure, but a crushing grip that cut off her air completely. His claws dug deeper into her hip, piercing skin. The hands that had been pinning her wrist released it and moved to her chest, pressing sharp claws directly over her heart.

“I should kill you right now,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, still thrusting into her with deep, punishing strokes. His cock continued sliding in and out of her soaked heat, thick and relentless, even as his hand crushed her windpipe. “You’re too calm. Too calculating. No one looks at me like that. No one survives looking at me like that.”

Makima’s vision began to tunnel from lack of oxygen. Her body instinctively struggled against the crushing grip, thighs trembling around his waist, inner walls clenching tightly around his thrusting cock. Pain flared sharply where his claws pierced her skin. Blood welled and trickled down her side.

Yet her golden eyes stayed perfectly calm.

She forced her voice out in a strained, breathy whisper despite the brutal pressure on her throat. “Then… do it… my King. If my existence displeases you… end it. But you will lose the only one who truly understands your power.”

Sukuna’s hips stuttered for a moment, still buried deep inside her. His cock throbbed violently against her walls. The hand over her heart pressed harder, claws pricking the skin above her breast, ready to tear through.

“You think I won’t?” he snarled, face inches from hers. His breath was hot and ragged. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in with savage force, making her body jolt. The wet, messy sound of her drenched pussy taking every inch filled the air. “I’ve killed thousands for less. I could rip your heart out right now while I’m still inside you.”

Makima’s face remained composed even as her lungs burned and black spots danced in her vision. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth where she had bitten her lip.

Her voice came out hoarse but steady: “You could. But you won’t. Because you’re bored, my King. And I… alleviate that boredom. I see you. Not as a monster to fear… but as the apex you truly are. Killing me now would be… inefficient.”

Sukuna’s eyes blazed with conflicting fury and dark hunger. His hand tightened further around her throat for several long, terrifying seconds. His claws pressed deeper into her chest, drawing fresh beads of blood. All the while, he kept fucking her — deep, messy, desperate strokes that made her soaked pussy squelch loudly around his thick length. Fluids dripped everywhere. Her thighs were slick. The cushions beneath them were stained.

The pressure on her throat was crushing. Makima’s body convulsed slightly around him, inner walls fluttering and clenching hard from the lack of air and overwhelming sensation.

Then, with a frustrated roar, Sukuna suddenly released her throat.

Air rushed back into her lungs. She gasped sharply, coughing once, but her golden eyes never left his face. Sukuna’s hand moved instead to grip her jaw, forcing her to keep looking at him as he pounded into her with renewed, almost angry intensity.

“Damn you,” he growled, voice rough with frustration and lust. “Damn you for being right.”

He fucked her harder then — brutal, punishing strokes that drove her body into the cushions. The wet, filthy sounds grew louder. His balls slapped heavily against her ass. Sweat poured off his massive body, dripping onto her marked breasts and stomach. He leaned down and bit her neck savagely, then her breast, drawing more blood as he chased his release.

Makima’s moans returned, breathy and raw from her bruised throat, but still controlled. Her hands moved to grip his shoulders, nails digging into tattooed skin.

Sukuna came with a deep, guttural roar that shook the screens. He buried himself to the hilt, thick cock pulsing violently as he flooded her with heavy, hot ropes of cum. It overflowed instantly, squirting out around his shaft with every thrust as he kept grinding deep, prolonging his orgasm. The mess dripped down her ass and soaked the cushions beneath them.

He collapsed partially on top of her, all four arms wrapping around her smaller frame in a possessive, almost desperate hold. His cock remained buried inside her, twitching with aftershocks. Blood from her wounds smeared across both their bodies.

“You’re a curse,” he muttered against her neck, voice hoarse. “My curse.”

Makima lay beneath him, body aching, bleeding, and filled. Her golden eyes stared at the ceiling as she slowly caught her breath. Internally, she cataloged the event:

Murder attempt probability during intimacy: now recorded at 34%. Successfully de-escalated through logical appeal to his boredom. Dependence strengthened. Thread of control tightened.

A microscopic flicker, something dangerously close to satisfaction stirred deep in her core.

She identified it immediately.

And she crushed it without mercy.