◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the room was dimly lit, the soft amber glow of the table lamp casting long, lazy shadows against the walls. the faint scent of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air, clinging faintly to the sheets and the fabric of his discarded shirt. the window was cracked open just enough for the cool night breeze to spill in, brushing over your heated skin.
aki was leaning back against the headboard, legs slightly spread, hair damp from his recent shower and falling messily into his eyes. his shirt was gone, tossed somewhere on the floor, leaving his bare chest exposed—lean, toned muscle marked faintly with a few pale scars. his pants were undone, loose around his hips, the zipper partially pulled down, teasing you with just the slightest glimpse of the trail of dark hair leading downward.
he watched you with that heavy, hooded gaze—dark, smoldering, but ever-calm, his eyes half-lidded, sharp and assessing, tracking your every movement with a quiet intensity. his cigarette dangled loosely from his lips, the faint cherry glow illuminating the curve of his jaw as he took a slow, steady drag.
but his hand—the one lazily stroking his cock—was anything but composed.
your eyes were glued to it—the slow, deliberate glide of his fingers along the length of his shaft, slick with pre-cum, his grip firm but unhurried. he let out a low, gravelly sigh as he exhaled, a thin trail of smoke spilling from his lips. his thumb swiped over the head, smearing the slickness down over the flushed tip. his lips parted slightly, just enough for a breathy sound to escape—a soft, almost imperceptible groan that made heat pool low in your belly.
“come here,” he murmured, his voice low and raspy, smoke-coated. the command was soft, but firm—a voice you couldn’t possibly disobey.
you crossed the room slowly, deliberately, feeling his eyes rake over you with each step. his gaze was heavy, weighted with hunger, with something darker—the quiet, restrained intensity always simmering just beneath the surface.
by the time you were straddling his lap, his hands were already on you—one large palm settling on the small of your back, the other gripping your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver. his mouth found yours instantly—slow, deep, and commanding, the kiss all tongue and heat, the faint taste of nicotine clinging to him. his tongue slid against yours with a deliberate, possessive sweep, his teeth grazing your bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make you gasp into his mouth.
“been watching you squirm all night,” he muttered against your lips, his voice low and husky. his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down over your thighs, slow and lazy. he smirked faintly when he felt the slickness already coating your inner thighs. “you’re already so wet,” he mused darkly, dragging two fingers through the mess between your legs, coating them in your arousal. “fuck, you’re dripping.”
you barely had time to catch your breath before he slipped his fingers inside you—slow at first, a teasing, shallow thrust, stretching you open gradually. he watched your face carefully, his eyes half-lidded, narrowed with a hungry focus, observing the way your lips parted in a broken moan as he curled his fingers, brushing against that sensitive spot inside you.
“mm,” he hummed low in his throat, dark amusement dripping from his voice. “that’s it. let me hear you.”
you were already trembling slightly, hips rolling into his hand, riding his fingers with slow, aching need. his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, dragging obscene little whimpers from your throat.
and just when you were on the edge of begging, he pulled his fingers out, holding them up between the two of you, slick and glistening with your arousal. his eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, locked onto yours as he brought them to his lips and slowly licked them clean—languid, deliberate, unblinking.
“sweet,” he muttered against his fingers, voice husky, making a low, pleased sound in the back of his throat.
then, without warning, he shifted beneath you, gripping your hips and guiding you down onto his cock. the stretch was perfect, searing, making you gasp sharply as he filled you in one slow, agonizing thrust. he groaned low and long, head falling back against the headboard, his eyes squeezing shut briefly as your walls fluttered around him.
“fuck—” he hissed, voice strained and ragged, hands tightening on your hips. his knuckles were white with the force of his grip, holding you down against him, keeping you flush against his lap, so deep it made your breath catch in your throat.
you barely had time to adjust before he started moving—slow at first, rocking his hips upward in steady, deliberate rolls, dragging his cock against every sensitive spot inside you. his fingers dug into your hips, guiding you, making you ride him at his pace, keeping you exactly where he wanted you—helpless against the slow, merciless grind.
you braced your hands against his chest, your nails digging into his skin, dragging faint red lines down over his pecs. he didn’t stop you—in fact, he growled low in his throat at the sting, his hips jerking up harder, making you cry out softly.
“that’s it,” he rasped against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. “fuck yourself on me.”
and you did—rolling your hips slowly at first, matching his rhythm, feeling the thick stretch of him dragging against your walls with every slow, deliberate stroke. his cock twitched inside you every time you clenched around him, dragging more low, gravelly moans from his throat.
“god, you feel so fucking good,” he growled into your mouth, voice rough and broken. his grip on your hips tightened, fingers bruising, keeping you locked down against him. his thrusts grew faster, harder, sharper, driving up into you with a force that made your thighs tremble.
“look at you,” he rasped, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his voice dark and wicked. “you’re taking me so well—fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.”
you whimpered against his mouth, clinging to him, feeling the heat coil low in your belly, the pressure building with every sharp thrust. the sound of slick, wet flesh filled the room—obscene, filthy, only making you crave him more.
“come for me,” he growled, voice low and commanding, his breath hot against your throat. “i want to feel you come around my cock.”
and with one final, brutal thrust, you shattered—body tensing, thighs trembling violently as you clenched down around him, crying out his name as your release washed over you. your nails dug into his shoulders, marking him, clinging to him as your body spasmed in his arms.
aki followed right behind you, his thrusts turning erratic and sloppy, a low, guttural groan spilling from his throat as he came hard, spilling deep inside you, hips jerking with each hot pulse. his hands clamped down on your hips, holding you down, keeping you flush against him as he filled you, growling softly against your skin.
for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the sharp, ragged breathing—the heavy, uneven gasps as you both clung to each other. his hands roamed slowly over your damp skin, soothing and lazy, his lips brushing over your shoulder, soft and reverent.
finally, he exhaled slowly, letting his head fall back against the headboard, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“fuck,” he muttered softly, voice hoarse, his hand dragging lazily over your thigh, leaving faint trails of heat in its wake. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
