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♡ threesome / hayakawa aki & angel ♡

♡ kinktober 2022 ♡

pairing: hayakawa aki & angel x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: soft dom aki, soft dom angel, voyerism, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), reader uses female pronouns, if angel can’t fuck you himself then watching aki fuck you is the next best thing

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Angel's predicament has always been this: he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you, he wants to be closer to you. But he can't, for obvious reasons. 

It tends to keep him up at night. Angel curls up under his bed sheets, pure white wings fanned out, pumping his cock while he thinks about you. After many restless evenings, he came to the conclusion that he would do anything for one chance with you, regardless of the circumstances. 

So, if Angel can't fuck you himself, watching Aki fuck you is the next best thing. Fortunately for Angel, Aki really likes having an audience. 

Angel sighs, leaning back further in his chair, admiring the view. His pants are pooled at his ankles, his face is flushed pink, and his hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking up the length slowly with an open grip. He spreads his legs a bit more and then quietly chokes out, "Aki… How does it feel?" 

Aki has you caged in under him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He swallows before he speaks, his voice shaky, to the point where he sounds like he's high, "Really f-fucking good," He stutters, "She's soooo good." 

Aki has you positioned perfectly so that Angel can see everything, including the way Aki's thick cock presses inside you. The shaft is slick and glistening when he pulls out, echoing a wet sound when he shoves it back in deep, his cockhead nudging at your cervix. 

"Tell me more," Angel twists his hand and squeezes, breathing harshly at the sensation. 

Aki obliges, "It's really warm, really fucking tight," He breaks into a whine when he shoves back in again, his words starting to slur, the pleasure downright overwhelming, "Squeezing my dick so much… Every time I pull out, feels like it's sucking me back in." 

Angel moans loudly at that. 

Aki is still in his work clothes, his hair loose. His suit jacket is falling down his shoulders, but still manages to cling to his arms. His tie is loosened, his slacks are pulled down to his thighs, his shirt is unbuttoned at the top. Same with Angel; the devil's pants are pulled down, but his dress shirt and jacket are still on neatly. It's a stark contrast to you, stripped completely naked, your body exposed to both men. 

The way they're watching you is so intense — It makes you feel dizzy, like you're not sure who you should focus on. Aki, who's tall frame is positioned over you, his hair long and messy, his cheeks flushed red. Or Angel, who's observing your every move intently, taking in every detail of the scene, his wings gently fluttering. 

"Shit," Aki groans, and he dips his head over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tangled in his soft hair as he whispers in your ear, just quiet enough for only you to hear, "You're so damn wet, baby. You getting off to this? You like when someone else watches me fuck you?" 

All you can manage in response is a nod as Aki's teeth connect with your neck, nipping little hurried love bites into the skin there. You tilt your head to give Aki better access, and when you do, you catch eyes with Angel for the first time in a while. 

Angel's lips are parted, and strands of his cherry red hair stick to his forehead from sweat. He's jerking himself off steadily, his gaze flickering between you and Aki. His cock is pale and pretty, the sensitive tip leaking with precum, coating his palm each time he pumps it. He looks so disheveled, so needy. A total mess, just from watching you get fucked. The look in your eyes when you turn to him — pupils blown, desperate — is enough to make Angel's dick throb hard in his hand. 

Aki places delicate kisses up your jaw, over the shell of your ear, and his breath is hot on your skin when he mutters, "You're doing so well. Can you get a bit louder? Let Angel hear you, sweetheart." 

Aki's voice is soft and sweet, his lips are tender, but the way he fucks into you is relentless. He shoves himself in with deep, hard thrusts, focused on giving Angel the best show possible, on showing him just how well you can take his cock. Aki caresses your thighs with his palms, lightly squeezing, and he presses his lips to your cheeks, then your forehead — Faint kisses that contrast perfectly with his brutal pace, sending tingles up your spine. 

You manage to stutter, "Feels amazing, Aki, d-don't stop-" 

"Oh my God…" Angel tosses his head back as he jerks himself with more fervor, feeling himself getting closer, his dick getting harder when he hears your sweet voice. 

"Angel," Aki says, and it quickly draws the devil's attention back. Angel opens one of his eyes, and Aki continues, "Tell her what you wanna do to her."

"I wanna, fuck," It's difficult for Angel to get the words out. He's so close already, his wings twitching, his dick aching in his palm. He has to slow the pace of his hand to keep himself from cumming, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down further. "I wanna touch her. Really bad." 

Aki replies, "Yeah? Where? Here?" His large hands move to cup your breasts, pinching and twisting at the nipple. 

"Yeah, y-yeah, shit, Aki. You're fucking her so good." Now that he's got himself started, Angel can hardly hold back from babbling everything that comes to his mind. Watching the way Aki fucks into you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread you open, his cock stretching you out, his balls hitting your ass; it's so filthy, but so fucking addicting. 

It's addicting for Angel to close his eyes and focus on the sounds: your whines and Aki's quiet groans, the echo of skin slapping against skin, and the disgustingly wet squelch each time Aki thrusts in — It's intoxicating for Angel to imagine that he's somewhere in between. Before he even realizes what he's saying, Angel admits, "Want her to suck me off." 

A little smirk falls on Aki's face. God, he knows he shouldn't get turned on by that, but something about imagining fucking you senseless while you're choking on Angel's dick, struggling to take the two of them at once, has him feeling lightheaded. 

And Angel knows he shouldn't get so worked up just by watching this, feeling himself pushed further and further to the edge by the way you chant another man's name, Aki's name. He's watching his co-worker fuck you, he's gonna have to go to work tomorrow and see you and him and know that he watched the two of you fuck each other stupid. 

Aki grabs your face by your cheeks, his tone sultry when he mumbles, "Bet you'd look so pretty baby, sucking off Angel. You want to, don't you? Admit it." 

You nod your head, babbling, "Uh-huh, wanna make you feel good, Angel-" 

Angel feels his heart skip a beat in his chest when you address him directly, his breath hitching, but you're cut off when Aki commands, "Stick out your tongue." 

Aki presses his thumb to your lips, and when you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you were told, he bullies his thumb into your mouth until you suck on it obediently. 

"Ohhhh God, I can't, I'm gonna cum," Angel whines, feeling on the edge of his high. Aki grabs your chin and tilts your head forcibly until you're looking at Angel. 

With your eyes on him, your lips parted and Aki's thumb shoved in your mouth, Angel can't hold back anymore. He spills all over himself, cumming in thick ropes, getting his hand filthy. He looks so pretty when he finishes, his face blissful, his eyelashes heavy and fluttering. His voice is sweet and high pitched as he mutters an incoherent mix of swears and your own name. You swear you can see his halo glow brighter, spilling yellow beams of light onto his form, reflected upon his eyes.

Aki can feel you getting close, your cunt tightening around him, so he takes his thumb out; it's still wet with your saliva when he rubs your cheek and asks, "You gonna cum, baby?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." 

"I'm close too," Aki chokes out. He clumsily wedges his hand between your legs, his fingertips rubbing precise circles on your clit, and he adjusts his pace, fucking you to a steady rhythm, one he's sure will make you cum. "Cum for me and Angel, and let Angel see your pretty face." 

His instruction is all it takes before you're over the edge, cumming around Aki's dick, with your head tilted towards Angel. Aki feels you get wetter; he nearly slips out, but he buries his head in your shoulder, clumsily chasing his high, his hands gripping your waist to pull your body even closer to himself. 

Angel slowly opens his eyes. He's still calming down from his release, his hand stroking his dick lazily. He pleads through shallow breaths, voice weak, "Aki… wanna see you cum on her. Can you?" 

Angel just barely catches the way Aki gasps, Yeah, yeah, before he pulls out, his fist hastily jerking his cock until he's groaning in pleasure, cumming all over your stomach and your chest, getting you sticky and messy with ropes of his white cum. 

Aki takes heavy, quickened breaths, and Angel reaches up to push messy strands of hair from his forehead. Aki cups your cheek and quietly praises, "So good, so good. You did so good for us. So perfect." 

"Yeah, that was amazing," Angel nods in agreement, "I don't care what we have to do. Next time, you're gonna switch places with me, Aki." 

TONGUE TIED

Angel Devil x GN!reader

IN SUMMARY: When Angel Devil wasn't being forced to partake in exterminating devils, he often found himself lounging around on the couch of his own apartment, either sleeping or perhaps watching a movie. His options in cassette tapes were very limited, so he usually rewatches the same films, with the exception of one.

CONTENT INCLUDES: SFW, second person POV, angst to fluff, mentions of death + blood, might be ooc

WORD COUNT: 1777 (On average: about 5.9 to 8.9 minutes of reading time)

The warmth of skin-to-skin contact, the feeling of intertwining hands together, that intimate touch between two individuals; it was Angel’s dream. The dream of being able to hold someone and familiarize himself with them only by blind touch. 

It was a foolish dream; a dream that he had abandoned a long time ago.

The blood of his familiars had splattered on his hands the moment they brushed fingers, seeping into his skin. Despite his palms appearing clean, the deep crimson stain lingered, etched into his soul, a permanent mark of his existence.

How he yearned for the sweet release of oblivion, so he can forget those memories that seem to torment him with every blink. Perhaps in death he could go to heaven and be a real angel.

But what a naive thought. He’s well aware that the wings on his back will never allow him to fly up to the heavens. Under God’s judgment, they would instead burn when faced with the sun, and he will be casted down to hell once more.

For he was a devil, tainted and damned.

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Those were the thoughts that surged through his mind as his eyes remained fixated on the television screen in front of him. The soft glow illuminated his delicate features, casting a gentle light on his face.

The tender music playing in the background seemed to echo the emotions of the characters on screen, their words and actions stirring something deep within him, "Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."

The screen's glow reflected in his pupils as he watched, his eyebrows furrowing as the actors shared another kiss.

Normally, he never bothered with romantic films, figuring that he would never understand human relationships, but after rewatching the same horror films over and over again, he eventually caved.

Although, he began to wonder if that unfamiliar feeling in his chest was annoyance or perhaps envy.

Reluctantly, he stood up, the ache in his heart growing as he turned off the TV. The scene of the two actors faded, replaced by a blank, black screen. His reflection stared back at him, a stark contrast to the lively emotions he had just witnessed.

Touch, kissing, cuddling, love; it was all such a foreign concept to him.

The silence of the room seemed to amplify the emptiness he felt inside, a poignant reminder of the loneliness that clung to him like his own shadow. The weight of his past actions and the unattainable dreams he harbored pressed down on him, leaving him feeling more isolated than ever.

As he made his way back to the empty couch, too lazy to go to his bedroom, the haunting memories of the lives he had taken flickered through his mind, blending with the scenes of love and tenderness he had just witnessed. It was a cruel juxtaposition, one that left him questioning if he would ever find peace.

Lost in thought, the world outside seemed distant up until a series of knocks echoed throughout the quiet apartment. The sound reverberated off the bare walls, pulling him back into the present.

"Angel!" a slightly muffled voice called from the other side of the door, the urgency barely contained in their tone. "Come on out! It's time to patrol!" The knocking resumed, this time with a desperate edge, “Aki is going to get pissed with both of us if you don’t hurry up! We’re already late-!”

Angel didn’t move though, only turning his head slightly, his gaze drifting to the small slivers of sunlight seeping through the cracks in the curtains. The noise outside felt distant, muffled by the weight of his own thoughts.

The knocks on his door soon moved to relentless spamming on his doorbell with high-pitched ‘dings’, making him sigh and shove his head into the couch cushion, a poor attempt to drown out the insistent noise. He let out a sigh through his nose, the realization taunting him as he knew that his peace from work was now gone. Time for another day of depriving labor…

He was nearly halfway off the couch when the door to his apartment flung open, startling him. He jerked upright, eyes blinking in surprise.

Peeking around the corner was your head, a pair of keys jingling as you moved. "Ah! There you are," you said, your eyes scanning his angelic appearance. 

Even though you were his work partner and saw him regularly, his gentle features and those soft, pearly white wings always captivated you. If you didn’t know he was a devil, you might have mistaken him for a real angel, meticulously crafted and sent down from heaven itself.

"There… I am..." Angel sighed, the disappointment in his voice palpable as he rose to his feet. He stretched, his wings spreading wide and his back producing a satisfying ‘pop.’ It was a rare sight to see his wings fully extended, their pristine feathers catching the light, creating a brief, almost ethereal glow in the dim room before settling in their original position on his back.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, a mix of exasperation and fondness in your expression. “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing these,” you murmured, lightly, stepping further into the room, your eyes darting to the keys clutched in your hand.

You held the keys in front of him, your gaze wandering around his cluttered living space to avoid eye contact. It landed on the coffee table next the couch, where a half-opened cassette tape was conspicuously placed amongst the mess. The cover was adorned with an overly dramatic image of a couple in an embrace, the title printed in bold letters. 

“The Princess Bride…” you muttered, glancing back at Angel, “I didn’t know you were into romance- “

“I’m not,” he interrupted, his gaze narrowing slightly. His tone was defensive, as if the topic was more uncomfortable than you realized.

The atmosphere grew awkward in an instant. You felt beads of sweat forming on your temple as you watched Angel snatch the keys from your hand and toss them behind him carelessly, showing little regard for where they landed.

“Is that so…” you mumbled. The room suddenly felt colder.

Despite his celestial appearance, his suit was in disarray. He hadn’t bothered to change out of it last night, and now it hung on him, wrinkled and loose. His hair was a tousled mess, clear evidence of his restless sleep. He ran a hand through it, but the effort was half-hearted at best, and the wild strands remained stubbornly in place.

“You should really take better care of yourself,” you said, your voice steady despite the tension.

Angel shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “What’s the point?” he muttered flatly, “It’s not like it changes anything.”

You frowned at his blunt response. “Don’t move.”

“Huh?” he responded, caught off guard as you stepped closer. Without waiting for his reaction, your hands deftly moved to the messy tie around his neck. With focused determination, you worked to straighten and retie it, your fingers moving with precision.

Angel stiffened at the proximity, his wings ruffling slightly, reacting to the unexpected closeness. He could feel the warmth from your fingers on his collarbone through the thin fabric of his shirt, sending shivers through his spine.

What you were doing was bold, maybe even reckless. He was a devil capable of causing harm with a mere touch—what were you thinking?

As you finished and stepped back, satisfied with your work, you offered a sheepish smile. “Devil hunters have a reputation to uphold, so… try to at least maintain it,” you said. “Well, that’s what Miss Makima says anyways.”

Angel stood there, stunned into silence. He glanced down at his now neatly tied tie, a small frown of confusion on his face. It was such a simple act, yet it felt surprisingly intimate. He had never considered how something as mundane as adjusting a tie could stir such strange emotions.

“Uh… thanks,” he muttered, his voice softer than usual. He avoided meeting your eyes, his lips twitched slightly, not into a smile, but just twitched, as if in amusement.

"Well, Aki’s going to lose it if we don’t get moving," you said, trying to inject some urgency into your voice. "He’s already on edge, and we don’t need to make things worse." By this point, you were already standing next the entrance again, leaving Angel standing.

“…okay…” he would’ve said more; he would’ve asked more, such as ‘why would you do that??’ But his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, just barely allowing him to get one word out.

You waited patiently near the door, your gaze softening as you watched him. Despite his apathy, there was something undeniably graceful about the way he moved, a lingering elegance that even his exhaustion couldn’t entirely hide.

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

The patrol was uneventful, the streets quieter than usual. As you and Angel walked side by side, the weight of the earlier tension seemed to lift, replaced by a comfortable silence. The night air was cool, and the city lights cast a soft glow on the pavement.

After hours of patrolling, you both returned to the office, the day's work finally behind you. As you gathered your things to leave, Angel stood by the door, his tie once again just barely hanging around his neck.

"Hey..." Angel called out to you quietly, just barely audible for your ears to hear.

You paused what you were doing, turning your head to face him with a small hum of acknowledgment. His voice had been so soft, so uncharacteristically hesitant, that it made your heart ache just a little.

"Can you..." the angelic devil wasn't sure what to say at this point, his wings slightly wrapped around him as he stared at his feet. "...Can you do that thing again?"

You stared for a moment, the gears in your head turning as you tried to understand what he wanted. Fortunately, you figured it out quickly, glancing at his wrinkled tie. The sight of him, so vulnerable and unsure, stirred a deep empathy within you.

"But work is over," you responded, turning your whole body to face him. Your voice was gentle, almost coaxing, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment.

Angel shrugged, still staring at his feet. His wings wrapped tighter around him, a protective gesture, as if he were shielding himself from some unseen threat. The vulnerability in his posture was striking, a stark contrast to the usually aloof and indifferent demeanor he wore like armor.

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"Alright, come here."

AN: ANGEL DEVIL! MY LOVE!

WARNINGS: suggestive, angel devil is a bit of a creep (but we love him), religious imagery, she-her/afab character.

"thou shalt want another's woman".

people assumed that simply because angel devil was an angel - in part - he'd be savvy of the rules of christianism or religion in general; he wasn't, otherwise why would he hover over you - the girlfriend of his buddy - as you were gently slumped on the couch.

he wasn't a dog and yet, hayakawa had put him to guard you - and 'the children' - while he went off fuck knows where.

although, angel devil had definitely held more resentment for him when the orders had been given, upon seeing you something in him had softened.

it went unsaid that he didn't understand how you and hayakawa - out of all the people in the world were together - were together; you held a gentle smile and an open attitude, while hayakawa was grumpy and grumbling.

you had been nice with angel and especially, touchy; people weren't touchy with angel, not even through clothes and he guessed you might have taken after hayakawa's own interest in suicidal ideas to come this close to him, even through clothes.

in passing, you'd brush your waists together and, albeit wearing gloves, you had taken to gently brush his hair out of his face, insisting that he had a pretty one 'so why should he hide it'.

angel devil didn't like humans, but he liked you.

and you weren't free.

it was a ridicolous concept to put onto you, but he knew that you wouldn't have left hayakawa, not even if you thought him 'cute' and 'interesting'; your mouth frowned adorably whenever you'd be scolding hayakawa and your eyes would light up when he'd walk in the room.

even if he stole you away, angel devil wouldn't have obtained the same result, so here he was spying upon you as a crazed man, while you slept in the bed you shared with hayakawa, wondering what it'd feel like to mold himself against you. to gently raise the nightgown you wore with the warm air and slither a finger inside the heated nest between your legs

you'd have felt warm, as he could feel such a thing already radiating as he hovered onto you as an hand - without a glove - appeared right in front fo your sweet face; he'd have loved ot card his fingers through your hair and bring away a few wandring strands, as he had seen hayakawa do.

he'd have done so and taken away years of your life for his own prideful feeling; he knew he could have: he'd touch and you wouldn't startled and you'd be missing a few good months of your long life, an happy one he hoped somehow.

but you weren't his, and the fact that not even his hands could touch you was proof enough of that already.

and yet, his sole relief.

this is so cute y'all 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

“Nah. Too tired to work. Too tired to sleep.”“Sleeping is exhausting.”

the accuracy in this line is just PERFECTION ❤️

⊱ melted ; angel devil x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, the tiniest bit of angst (maybe?), one (1) joke about dying

summary: it is too hot out to keep working wc: 1k

a/n: angel devil my beloved <33 & thank you @/rindoom​ for beta reading!

18 + // MINORS DN

“It’s so hot out!” You were on the verge of sweating — well seemingly everyone on the street was. Your words were a meaningless complaint though. Everyone knew how hot it was.

“This heat. It’s making me so tired.” Angel Devil yawned as he spoke, tilting his head back, long strands of hair stuck to his forehead. You stared at him for a moment, shielding your eyes from the harsh light of the sun and laughed – he was right, being out in that heat only made you want to sleep more.

“A nap sounds so good right now.” It did, curling up in a cool room out of the harsh glare of the sun sounded so relaxing, so refreshing. Maybe even a cold shower first – wash the grime of a long hot day working in the sun off of you. 

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looking down the barrel of a gun // aki

cws- aki/reader, semi-public sex, blow jobs, blood kink, finger/hand kink, size difference

word count- 3.6k

Aki feels half-asleep, limbs heavy, eyelids drooping, but he would sooner die than tap out of his current predicament. After a day that seemed to pass within the blink of an eye, it feels like heaven to be here. He’s so dazed that his senses are dulled, as though he is submerged under water.

You’re on him, sitting lightly on his lap and bruising his neck with little bites and kisses. He doesn’t know your name, he never asked, and you never told him. It’s better this way, a brief encounter ignited by pent-up, neglected feelings, full of passion found at that moment. Aki leans back against the cold brick wall of the alley. You pushed him there, mumbling something about not wanting to waste time heading up to his apartment.

Aki has his broad hands on your hips, still clothed to his irritation. It has been a hard day. From dealing with Denji to having a close brush with death, Aki is not feeling the slightest bit patient.

He takes his hands and runs them up your thighs. You’re wearing loose shorts, perfect for him to slide his relaxed palms up your feverish skin. He stops his fingers when he feels the lacy border of your panties. He may not be feeling patient, but the desire to watch your reaction drowns it out.

“You like that? Huh?” Aki dips his head into the crook of your neck, not waiting for an answer. Of course, you like it, he barely has to touch you for you to start trying to grind down on him. You’d probably be fine with anything he’d give you, his leg, his shoe, his cock.

You don’t manage an answer, only a breathless sigh as Aki mouths at the pulse in your throat. You sound needy and not quite there, like he could hold you too hard and you wouldn’t say a thing. That realization is dangerous, he’s tempted to go further, push you harder, see exactly how much you would take.

He traces your pulse with his lips, wondering absently how your skin is able to feel so supple. The skin there is thinner and smells faintly of nervous sweat. He flicks his tongue out to taste you; salty, and under that, he can feel the blood rushing down as he presses harder with his lips. He can practically smell it, the dark, overwhelming metallic scent. In a moment lost to his clouded mind, Aki clamps his teeth on your heated skin, right above your carotid artery. He’s careful and delicate as he draws blood, but you still let out a weak gasp. Your rich blood fills his mouth and drains over his tongue, further clouding his judgment.

“C’mon,” you breathe above him. “Touch me.”

Aki squeezes your hips, hard, while he reluctantly parts from your wound. It's small, not quite what he expected to see, but it still puts a knot in his throat as he examines the damage he left. Your skin is already bruising around the indentions his teeth made, purple tinted skin mingling with the leftover droplets of blood. He feels like an artist staring proudly at his masterpiece painting, a mottled mess burned on your skin.

“I am touching,” he retorts as he finally leans back. He doesn’t normally consider being immature, but encounters like this bring it out of him. It feels good to let loose a little, let his hair down, figuratively and literally.

You glare down at him and Aki finds it hard to take you very seriously with such a marked-up neck. He has to stifle a sly smile and a string of accusations; You aren’t embarrassed to be throwing yourself at me like this? You don’t feel an ounce of shame, do you? I bet you’re already wondering how to arrange to see me again, I haven’t even properly touched you.

Before you can think to utter another protest, Aki indulges you, sliding his thin fingers under your panties and resting his thumb right under the entrance of your cunt. His other hand snakes back, moving over your shorts to rest right on your tailbone, just above where you’d prefer him to touch. As his palm stills on your thigh, he can feel your skin prickle with anticipation.

“What do you want?” Aki asks, returning his mouth to your neck. This time, he works his way up to the corner of your lips, running his tongue over where they blend into your skin.

“Huh?” You to look him in the eye and he swiftly stops your questioning by sucking your lower lips in between his.

You close your eyes then, question drowned out in bliss as Aki traces your teeth with his tongue. He knows how to shut people up, whether it be at work or at times like this. You make it easier than most though, accepting his tongue with no disapproval, even with your neck aching. He can determine that you’re enjoying yourself, your wetness seeping onto his thumb is a sure enough sign. You take him well, so good and enthusiastically, that he suddenly feels like it would be a crime to not at least acknowledge you.

“You wanna do something for me?” He asks after hesitantly pulling away. The mess of coagulating blood smeared across your throat is calling his name.

You shoot him a curious look, the effect is dulled by your shamefully flushed face, and shrug.

Aki rewards you with a smile and leans back, taking his hand out of your shorts. He watches with thinly concealed amusement as you try and curb your squirming. A small part of him feels as though he’s being too mean, that he should pay attention to you first. That soft voice is smothered by the way you look down on him.

“Get down there,” he clarifies. When you go still on his lap, Aki places a hand on your head, slowly pushing you to your knees as he observes the way his hand covers the majority of your head. He wonders how hard you’ll allow him to go as he chases quick flashes of images of you, choking around him, provided by his arousal-tainted imagination. “You know what to do.”

You give him a strange look as though you almost don’t believe what he’s saying. Then, you seem to take note of his massive hand on your head and the thick tent forming in his pants. Aki can practically see you think, he watches as your eyes move down his body, taking him in. Then, you acknowledge him with a small smile and a nod.

Aki lets his head rest on the brick behind it and he closes his eyes. He enjoys watching, but there’s something addictive in not knowing what will happen. His other senses make of for the loss of sight, every one of them hyper-aware of you sinking to your knees between his spread legs.

First, there’s a gentle, nearly imperceptible touch on his stomach. He can feel it through his itchy suit jacket. Your fingers are wandering, drifting cautiously over the rough fabric. You barely apply any pressure, the contact is so fleeting that Aki briefly wonders if he’s making this all up in his head. As he loses himself to your barely-there touches, he feels himself slowly grow harder in interest. He’s not fully there, but close. Your hand slipping under his shirt does the trick.

Your palms are slightly clammy and warm, but the contact is still welcome on his stomach. You rest your hand just above his waistband, digging your nails into his bony hip as you slide your thumb under his pants. Despite himself, Aki sighs at the touch and arches into it. It’s been a long time. Everything is more intense, your hesitant, testing touches, the way your soft fragrance mingles with the blood in the air. Aki feels dazed and inhales deeply. You cloud his mind, your cloying blood, and the scent of your arousal. Aki wishes he had half a mind to reach down and taste you. But no, he wants to savor this.

You seem to be done wasting time because you ruck his shirt up his stomach and begin messing with the button of his pants. It’s taking you a little too long for Aki’s liking, so he grudgingly opens his eyes to help. The sight of you sitting obediently on your knees, intensely staring at his crotch has Aki fumbling to get his pants undone as quickly as possible. They suddenly feel too constricting, too rough on his sensitive cock.

After a moment, Aki’s pushing his pants down, just enough to free up his crotch. He leaves his boxers on, letting you take over and resume your attention. Aki keeps himself focused on you as you begin to lavish him with those soft, teasing touches that he’s quickly come to love. Your hands feel careful and inexperienced as you trace the outline of his dick. Your eyes shine brightly in the dim light. It's difficult to make out much in the darkness, Aki can only clearly see the wet blood drying on your throat and the glassy shine of your eyes.

“C’mon,” he says, too desperate for his taste, angling his hips a little higher. “Touch me.”

You meet his eyes, smile, then lean down. He didn’t expect you to mouth the concealed head of his cock. Even through the cotton, Aki feels everything. Your warm, inviting breath, the damp of your tongue, the soft way your lips mold to his length. He feels himself pulse hard, the blood is rushing from his head faster than he can process and it has him reeling. Aki feels a twinge of embarrassment, here he is, sitting and squirming around in a dark alley, and you haven’t even touched him fully.

“Here,” Aki grasps your hand, perhaps too rough, and guides it to his waistband. “Get in there. You do something for me, I do something for you.”

You say something and comply, but it’s drowned out in Aki’s blurring thoughts. As you reach in to finally touch him, Aki can’t see anything but the way his hands dwarf yours. It's almost obscene; his fingers are thin and long and spam the length of your palm and first knuckle. Even as you tenderly pull his boxers down, he can’t think of anything but how it must feel to bury his fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“You paying attention?” You ask and he snaps out of it as quickly as he fell under.

“Yeah,” Aki sighs and rolls his hips, grinding his overly-sensitive cock against your unsure hand. He can see a dribble of pre gleaming faintly in the light, and before he can stop himself, he’s swiped it up with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth.

“How’s that taste, huh?”

You respond by sucking his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your kiss-swollen lips around the digit. Aki sucks in a labored breath as your tongue traces his thumb. It should be humiliating for you to do this to someone you met maybe an hour prior. You don’t know his name, you don’t know who he is, yet you’re here on your knees for him, lavishing his fingers like they’re holy. Your tongue feels feverish and unnaturally wet, though that may be his hazy mind speaking for him. Even with his whole thumb buried in your warm cavern of a mouth, the rest of Aki’s fingers span the entire length of your jaw, coming to rest behind your ear.

“That good?” Aki chuckles and puts his other hand on his cock. Suddenly, he’s feeling far more patient. He could take his time watching you shamelessly worship his hands like they’re his cock.

Slowly, he wraps a hand around himself and has to bite back a groan as he finally stokes the rolling fire in his gut. The combination of your teeth dragging across the pads of his fingers and his hand tightly squeezing his shaft feel sinfully good. It takes everything in him to not give in and pump his hand hard. The amount of pre oozing from his slit is ridiculous, honestly. You’re too lost in bliss to notice.

“You ready?” Aki murmurs and hesitantly removes his thumb.

It’s wet, practically dripping in your saliva. You look rather pleased with yourself, so Aki wipes the smug look right off of your face by pushing your head towards his angry-hard cock. It's flushed a deep red and as he guides it into your mouth he can feel its near violent pulse.

You take it in your mouth, immediately getting to work. You’ve done this before, it’s obvious in the way you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper. Even with tears pricking at your eyes and having to struggle against gagging, you suck him in without faltering. Aki finds himself in a trance as he watches his cock sink into your mouth. He feels so relaxed that he finds himself reflexively reaching for a cigarette that isn’t there.

“Fuck,” Aki lets out a shuddering groan as you take his entire length. He can feel it in your throat, getting sucked in deeper and tighter. It feels intoxicating. Your mouth is velvety smooth and almost too warm, wet to a nearly vulgar degree.

Aki looks down at you, lips darkened with saliva and eyebrows furrowed with effort and he barely keeps himself from coming right then and there. You look filthy, not just because of the way you’re kneeling in a dark, trashed alley, but in the way you gaze up at him without an ounce of shame. Some of your actions are uncertain, but you more than make up for them in the sloppy way you get him off. There’s spit everywhere, your eyes are even watering as his cock rubs the wrong places in your throat, but you don’t seem to mind all the fluids.

As he stares, Aki can feel himself swell with arousal. It’s insane, he isn’t used to being so interested.

“I’m close,” he rasps, slipping his thumb back in your mouth right alongside his cock. The added girth stretches your mouth to its limit and you gag. The motion forces your throat to constrict and tighten around Aki’s cock.

The sensation, along with the profane way you allow your spit to freely spill from your lips, has Aki abruptly trapping your head in a vice grip, tossing his head back, and spilling deep into your throat. It catches him so off-guard that he can’t smother his low moan that radiates from deep in his chest. He looks down, sluggishly, sated, and huffs a laugh at the way you’re sitting there. His come is spilling from your lips and you spit it in a vile puddle at your side.

“Ah, sorry. I would’ve warned you,” Aki winces and leans forward to wipe your mouth with his shirt. Now that his mind is cleared up, he can’t help but think, why did I do that?

Your eyes don’t leave his as he cleans you, they’re dark with lingering arousal and it hits Aki that he has something to do for you now. You’ve more than earned it, he thinks. Before you can ask, Aki pulls you back onto his lap, once again entranced by the way his entire body seems to overshadow yours. He’s just so big, everything from his long, spindly fingers to his lean, powerful legs. As he notes the differences between you two, his dick begins to stir again.

You waste no time as you carefully position yourself on his lap and Aki helps you out of your shorts. He silently breathes a curse directed at the poor lighting, he wants nothing more than to clearly see your cunt as you press it against his cock. Before he can chase that thought further, you’re sliding across him, basically stroking him with your soft pussy. Aki didn’t know it was possible to get so hard in so little time, but you proved him wrong.

“You’re- Fuck,” Aki stutters and his hands hover over your hips. “How are you so wet? I didn’t do anything.”

You grind down harder, letting out a small groan of your own. It sounds melodic in Aki’s ears, and he immediately decides that he needs to do whatever he can to pul more of those sounds from you.

“I can be wetter,” you murmur, leaning in close to his ear. “Touch me, you can’t fuck me, I don’t have a condom.”

Aki nods as you softly mouth the side of his throat, mirroring his earlier actions. You aren’t bold enough to bite him, but your velvety soft lips make his skin prickle with gooseflesh.

Even though his cock is burning to be inside of you, Aki settles for running his hand down to cup your cunt. He keeps his touch so light, just barely hovering above your swollen, neglected clit. He doesn’t relent, even when you arch into him, thrusting your clothed tits in his face. As Aki regards them, you lift your shirt, exposing a lacy bra. It’s too tight for you, your breasts are practically spilling out and Aki can see the edge of your areolas peeking out.

He looks up into your dark eyes and then back down at your chest, murmuring, “What’s all this about?”

You respond with a sly smile, then wrap your hands around his neck and push his face in between your tits. Aki’s instantly lost in the soft, warm pressure of them and he can’t help but finally slip one of his long fingers into you. You deserve it, he thinks, you’re so willing and malleable in his hands. You gasp and grip his hair, tangling the strands right from the root. It draws out a moan, deep and unabashed, from Aki and he returns the favor by curling his finger inside of you while grinding his palm onto your clit.

You’re making a mess, you’re leaking everywhere, your juices defiling Aki’s hand and your panties. He absently wonders if the scent will linger on his hand. In return, Aki tugs your bra down with his teeth and you shrug the straps down. He sets a rhythm, pumping his fingers, pressing your clit, and sucking bruises into your chest all at once. He stays away from your pebbled nipples, knowing that the moment he gives them attention, he won’t be able to stop himself.

Despite his better judgment, your nipples look overwhelmingly tempting and Aki gives in, wrapping his lips around one of them and giving it a light nip. He needs to test you, discern how much you can take. You seem too lost in pleasure to give him valid feedback though. He looks up to gauge your reaction and is met with the sight of your head thrown back as you wantonly roll your hips down to meet the pumping of his fingers. Aki then notices your arousal seeping around his finger.

“Can you take another?”

You nod and breathe out a soft, “Yes.” So he indulges you, pushing a second finger in and watching you greedily suck it up.

You give slightly under his internal touches, so without warning, he slides another in and you clutch his hair like you’re afraid you’ll float away. Every time you tug at his hair, Aki leans back in to shower your chest in little bites and open-mouthed kisses. He can hear your heart pounding furiously and he can’t keep himself from dragging the points of his teeth over your nipple. You arch and clench hard around his fingers.

Aki can’t process anything but the soaked sound of his fingers plunging and stretching you. The way you sigh and groan as he explores your insides. He finds that sweet spot deep within you and strokes it while he smashes your clit into his palm. The wet, sloppy sounds are music to his ears and goad him into full-on sinking his teeth into the meat of your breast.

That gets a reaction out of you, a loud, sharp, “Fuck!” as he draws more blood. You don’t jerk away, so Aki rewards you with a faster pace, fucking you hard with his fingers as he soothes the wound he inflicted.

It’s hard to think, you’re so small and warm and your blood is cloying, stifling the rest of his senses. It tastes sharp and metallic and Aki stops himself before he tears your skin again. It's so tempting though, your tits are so soft and yielding, like they’re begging to be defiled.

As Aki smooths his tongue over the wound, you begin to tug harder at the roots of his hair and grind down with more vigor. You’re heaving, panting unashamedly, and gushing around his fingers. Aki realizes what’s happening belatedly, it takes you clenching around his fingers so hard that they nearly slip out for it to click for him.

You fall limp, burying your face in his neck and melting into his chest. The blood smeared across your tits is getting on his shirt, it will probably stain. Aki can’t bring himself to care though, there’s not much he can think of apart from the sharp fragrance of your arousal and blood. The scents mingle in the air and drift up Aki’s sinuses. They couple in his head, blurring his thoughts together.

Aki is barely lucid as you peel yourself off of him and gather up your scattered things. He watches you, vaguely interested but more focused on his raging, pulsing cock. You glance down at it, standing straight up, all violently hard, and you just smile before walking away.

Aki watches you go, then heads up to his apartment, wondering how he can find you again.

Uhh im a sucker for angel devil and im tired of refreshing every single day just to see no new posts no uh im making my own 😃

angel devil x reader no pronouns are mentioned for reader or y/n but cunt is mentioned so female reader but you can just skip over that if it makes you uncomfortable.

angel can't believe it. Being cursed with taking someones life span through touch was something he didnt mind but it could get annoying at times. But being here, inside you, hovering over you, he cant believe it.

Hes trying to breathe but it comes out shakily. Your panting under him but a smirk comes to your face apon observering just how angel's struggling. Your just so warm around him and he's never felt anything like it. He's never admitted to being touch-starved but you can see it easily with how he always blushes and trys to play it off nonchalantly when you hold his hand, hug him, cuddle with him or kiss him. But now, coaxing him to finally be this intimate with you. He cant handle it and burys his head into your neck and bucks up into you, whining out at the feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, relishing in the moan you let out. And at times like this, so intimate, he's glad your immune to his curse. And at times like this, he's thankful you love him despite his lazy attitude and personality and him being a devil ,being such a lowly and disgusting creature and he hopes, oh he can only hope, that one day, preferably before he's killed either by fate or Makima, that he can finally say he loves you too.

Angel devil x reader

Just some slight fluff and a bit of angst. 😈

( No like literally the slight angst is literally one sentence😐)

Angel's asked multiple times if your suicidal, dumb or just crazy. And every time you just avoid the question with a compliment towards him, most of the time it's about his hair. However its not just the fact you've finally answered his question that makes his mouth hang slightly open, a slight blush rise to his face and makes him stop in his tracks. No, its rather what your answer was.

You've never been scared of touching Angel's skin. No quite the opposite, it always seems like your deliberately trying to touch him. Your always holding and leaning onto his arm( thats thankfully always covered with his blazer or shirt), running your hand through his hair oh so close to his scalp, holding onto his blazers cuff when you drag him to a convience store for ice cream late at night after a fight with a devil (that you fought yourself) before he can even ask. 'Your suicidal' he thinks, but the way you always push yourself to a better devil hunter, to gain respect and to make a name for youself, the dreams of your future you always ramble to him because he never puts much effort to make conversation, he knows your not. So a common nickname he's called you would always be "idiot".

Currently Your arms are wrapped around his neck, body leaning against his and breath tickling his ear. "No, just very much in love".

He says nothing but neither verbally denys nor accepts your confession and it seems you fail to see his expression as you would've surely teased him about how pretty he looks when blushing.

You continue on, " I know it'll be impossible for you to love me, you a devil and me a human but I don't care. I'll always love you. I just wanted you to know so i dont end up telling you on my deathbed." With your words hanging in the air, you gently plant a kiss on his cheek, hold onto his cuff and drag him along to the new missions location.