#sheonlywanted

summary: He came and spread through your veins like wildfire, now you refuse to put him out.

content: toxic relationship aki

a/n: love me a sticky situationship makeout sesh

“I fucking hate you.” You whisper, to no one in particular, but he catches it, as always.

His strong arms tighten their hold around you, not daring to let you go. His earthy smell engulfing you with every deep breath he takes.

“I know.” He mutters back.

The deep timbré of his voice sends shivers down your spine, the goosebumps forming along your skin show him proof that he affects you just as much you affect him.

His hand begins to run down your bare arm, long fingers circling around your wrist and bringing your palm to his soft lips. The kisses trail down your forearm — as if he’s making a map he’s followed hundreds of times before, over your collarbones and up your neck, pausing just above your parted mouth.

Tearing his eyes from the temptation, he takes what feels like hours to look into your eyes. His oceanic orbs absorb yours, the tension between you capturing your entire being just as it always has.

“I know, baby.” He murmurs.

The world goes dark when his lips finally lock on yours. Your bodies immediately sync up as the hand on the back of your head gently lowers you down onto the plush rug on his hard-wood floor.

His unoccupied hand slips beneath your loose tee, his loose tee, and glides along the hot nerves in your body. His cold finger tips wander along the edge of your breasts, teasing the most sensitive area, making your back arch towards him.

His hands never leave you, he can’t help but to touch you — anything to feel you writhing underneath him.

“Mmm,” He groans above you, his tongue dancing with yours, swirling around in circles in an attempt to taste every inch of your mouth.

Your legs loop around his waist, lowering him completely on top of you, arms wrapping around his neck as he breaks the kiss to catch air — the moment still connected by a string of saliva.

“Don’t say that like you can’t make a difference…” You trail off, getting stuck in his intense gaze.

And damn it all if he doesn’t look gorgeous on top of you like this.

His dark strands frame his face and fall down his neck, the ends just barely reaching his strong shoulders. The silver chain around his neck dances in the space between you with every movement he makes, the contrast of his black tee only making it stand out that much more.

His furrowed brows and perceptive eyes are intently studying you — your body language; every twitch of your cheek, the slope of your nose, and slight frown of your lips create a permanent portrait in his mind that he tucks away for safe keeping.

He wonders how an angel like you let him into your life. All sweet and gentle for him. Softly letting him infect you like a deadly parasite —- whilst he witnesses the destruction from afar, with nothing to offer but a warm body in the midst of the aftermath.

But he can’t let you go, he won’t.

He doesn’t give you a response, instead choosing to lean down and capture your lips once more, in a tender kiss. Different from the one just seconds ago. Soft enough to be genuine, and passionate enough to tell you what he wants. What he needs.

summary: The aftermath of you and Aki smoking one together.

content/warnings: bodyworship.

a/n - yummy

Large hands gently slide along your bare legs, creating a trail of goosebumps despite how hot the room is. They slowly settle along your exposed backside, his fingertips digging into the skin as another breathless groan escapes him.

He grabs ahold of your hips, steadily guiding them with a hint of unleashed vigor. His low eyes are stuck on your parted lips, your hushed breaths stealing all of his attention.

No matter how much he wants to close them, red-rimmed pools of blue admire every inch of you. From your heaving chest, to the sharp nails scratching down his stomach. He revels in the pain, the stinging bliss only driving him more insane.

His fingers tighten as your hips roll over his, the only things separating you are your under garments. He thumbs the edge of your thin panties, creeping down to collect your dripping arousal.

^^^ how the fic is supposed to feel, the pics are representatives for the mood of the fic.

setting:

i want you to think cyber but not too cyber yk, — like a dark dystopian kind of setting.

while the time is set for in the future — aka the advanced techno, futuristic bikes, all that jazz — it’s more within the time period between now and that point. it’s like the baby of hunger games and divergent.

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