Thanks friend! I guess I just feel pressure (of my own making) because I REALLY wanted to hit my goal of posting every day for the Supernatural AU event like I did with the bad boys but I should have figured that was going to be a tall order for myself.
Especially since I work full time so there was no telling when just plain tiredness was going to hit.
I do appreciate you reaching out and reminding me to slow down. If I don’t post everything this month, oh well, I can just carry on next.
A/N: I combined two
asks (this one that made the randomizer cut and one that didn’t) because I felt they
fit so well together. Enjoy!
“Keiji.” The whimpered whisper of his name from her lips
sends shockwaves up Akaashi’s spine, followed promptly by a tremble of pain
when she presses an antiseptic wipe to the cut on his chest. “They ruined your
new piece,” she complains, applying gentle pressure to stop the bleeding. He
glances down, eyes focused on her furrowed brow.
She’s so cute when she’s worried.
The fight, a result of two-bit thugs running their mouth
about her, should have been inconsequential and it was; until one of them
pulled a knife. Akaaski felt the sting but didn’t have time to react before
Bokuto laid the guy out, would have killed him if Akaashi hadn’t talked him
down. One cut wasn’t worth a full-on war. He wasn’t even that hurt, both his
leader and his girlfriend making a bigger fuss about this than they should.
Though he finds it difficult to complain when her hands,
done with their task of bandaging his wound, trail up and over his shoulders as
she rounds the chair he’s seated on to wash up and put away the first aid kit.
Sighing, Akaashi gets up, heading to his bed to stretch out. He’s not there two
minutes before she’s curled up next to him, hands back on his exposed chest
trailing the outlines of his ink.
Akaashi takes in a breath, humming appreciation for her
affection.
“This one is my favorite,” she remarks, index finger tapping
the immortalized image of his name and hers in kanji set just above his heart.
The symbols are encircled by tree branches, two owl silhouettes nestled next to
one another. “Then again,” she continues, hand skimming over his stomach to his
side, “this one is just so badass.” It’s his favorite, the Bengal tiger that
wraps from his back to front, teeth and claws bared.
Her caresses are waking up more than just his skin, a
distinct firmness growing stronger the longer she touches him. When she couples
the sensation of her hands with her lips he can’t stop a low groan from
escaping and she doesn’t miss it.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans, dipping her hand below the line of his
jeans, “what do we have here?” Her head turns to look at him, eyes full of mischief
sprinkled with longing. “Does the patient want some pain relief?”
“Yes,” he breathes, not bothering with pretense. She smiles
knowingly, fingers unbuttoning his jeans with practiced ease to give her room
to move. Leaning up on her left elbow, body pressed close to his side, she
pushes just enough to release his length, finding him fully hard and already
dripping.
“Wow, you want it bad,” she murmurs, “did the fight get you
all riled up?”
“You get me riled
up, minx,” he moans, hips arching up as she teases his dick with the tips of
her fingers.
“Now, now, Keiji, you know what happens when you call me
that,” she coos.
“Yeah, so get to it, minx,” he almost growls. She chuckles, breath
ghosting over his cock. Akaashi groans softly as her lips encircle the tip of
him, letting out a whoosh of air as she pushes down to take him all the way in
her mouth. She’s moved again, straddling his legs, bobbing up and down with
skill. His hands roam to her hair, drawing some of it away to make it easier
and she hums a thank you around him, the vibration making his eyes roll to the
back of his head.
“_______, fuck,” he hisses at the feel her teasing teeth.
She hums again, hands rubbing over his chest while she sucks
him. Akaashi’s brain is muddled, his wants cascading over one another. He wants
her to keep going, he wants to taste her, he wants to fuck her, he just…he
wants her.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he murmurs, pulling her up to
kiss roughly before rolling over and kicking away his clothes. His mouth
latches to her neck, tongue laving over what he knows to be “her spot” and
smirks when he hears her gasp. One hand shoots up her shirt, grabbing a breast firmly,
tweaking her nipple through her bra.
“Keiji,” she mewls, music to his ears.
He moves his hand downward, grabbing her panties and skirt, shirking
them off before rubbing his hand up her inner thigh to the apex of her legs.
“And you tease me for being eager,” he whispers against the
shell of her ear when he finds just how ready she is for him.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she orders, biting his bottom lip.
Pushing her legs apart to make room for himself, Akaashi lines up, driving in
hard and deep. “Oh god,” she shouts but he swallows the outburst in a fiery
kiss. Normally he takes his time, plays her up, teases her to the brink before wrecking
her.
But not today, not right now when she feels so hot and wet
and good around him. He thrusts hard and fast, loving the feel of her nails
raking down his back, devouring her cries and moans like a man starved. He
loves her, so much it hurts sometimes, so much it scares him but he’ll never
stop.
“Ke..keiji.” She’s close, inner walls tightening, finger
clutching tufts of his hair.
“Come on baby,” he says, eyes closed and lips on her neck, “come
hard for me. Come now!”
Her orgasm is volatile, a shriek of release tearing from her
lips reminiscent of a cry for mercy. He fucks her through it, the feel of her
clenching enough to draw out his own release, announced by a low, deep groan
from his throat.
Panting heavily, the couple lay within one another’s arms,
basking in the afterglow of their intimacy.
“You should visit Yachi tomorrow, see if she can’t fix the
damage,” she comments idly drawing circles on his back.
He hums agreement from his place upon her chest, falling
into a deep slumber surrounded by her love.
Hi yzzy-gggg, thank you for the requests! I think
you’re right and these string together well. I agree the emperor could use some
love on this page and I hope you enjoy.
Seijuro Akashi – Kisses #42, #47, #51
#47: moving around while kissing, stumbling over
things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed
#42: Kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s
lap
#51: hands on the other person’s back, fingertips
pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of
bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp
As you approach the Akashi Manor butterflies whirl
about in your stomach. It’s not every day you enter the dwelling of modern day
royalty. Smoothing your skirt for the hundredth time that morning, you stand
poised at the door, reaching toward the doorbell.
Its clear tone sounds through the hallway, signaling
to Seijuro you’ve arrived. Eyeing the clock, he’s pleased to note you’re early.
Punctuality is something he appreciates.
Outside you fidget as you wait, palms slightly
sweaty. It’s not just nerves of where you are, it’s who you’re about to see and be working with. Of all the people for
your teacher to assign you to work with it just had to be the one boy in the
entire school who utterly intimidates and captivates you. The door opens
revealing a butler in full suit.
He extends a surprisingly friendly smile. “Ah, you
must be miss ______-san, the young master is in the study. If you will please
follow me.”
You enter, trying to keep your expression from
showing the awe you feel for the beauty of Akashi-san’s home.
“May I take your coat?” the butler asks.
“Um, yes, thank you,” you reply allowing him to
remove it.
“This way,” he continues after hanging it up.
Your steps echo through the massive hallway, your
eyes trailing over all the exquisite artwork. In little time, you’ve reach the double
doors of what you presume is the study as your escort stops. He taps so gently
you wonder if anyone could possibly hear but a firm, “Enter,” confirms he has
been. He opens both doors, drawing back and ushering you forward with a bow and
extension of his arm.
“Young master, miss _____-san to see you,” he
announces. He stands again, ready at attention.
“Thank you, Tekkan, you may go,” Akashi-san says as
he rises from his seat. As the door shuts, you bow slightly.
“Good morning, Akashi-san,” you offer, thankful your
voice isn’t shaking.
“Good morning, _______-san, thank you for being willing
to come all this way. Normally I would say we could meet after school but I’m
sure you know I’m exceptionally busy preparing for the Winter Cup.”
You nod, working hard to maintain eye contact with
him, the intensity of his gaze making it rather difficult.
During the ensuing silence, Akashi observes you,
impressed by the way you carry yourself in what is most likely an uncomfortable
situation. His home, he knows, is not the most welcoming and himself rather…intense.
He just doesn’t know any other way to be; winners are focused. Partnership and
group projects are the bane of his existence but when he heard he’d been paired
with you, well, he knew two things.
One: the work would be perfect and two: the company would be enjoyed.
A natural observer, Akashi was rather startled the
first time he saw you. All day he couldn’t get you out of his head. There was,
and still is, something about you that draws him in, keeps his attention on
you. He wonders if you’ve sensed it, but figures probably not. For all his
focus on winning and the pride of one’s worth, he finds himself admiring your
humility. You’re kind to everyone, pleasant and respectful, your beauty
radiating from inward out.
“Shall we get started?” you ask pulling him from his
thoughts.
He smiles and you feel your legs shake. “Absolutely,”
he replies heading to the French double doors. Looking over his shoulder he continues,
“Forgive my rudeness, is there anything you would like? Tea? Water?”
“No, no, I’m fine, thank you,” you say hastily
following him outside where you see he’s set up, or had set up for him, all the
materials you need for your art project. Having a rather unconventional idea,
your art teacher decided it would be a good idea to have her students combine
their work on one canvas. Looking at the supply table, you see there are
multiple paint tubes, brushes and numerous canvass.
“I thought it best to have additional ones in case something
goes awry,” Akashi answers to your inquisitive look.
Of course, he would think that far ahead. Taking a
deep breath, you set down your bag, extracting a few books brought for
inspiration.
“We won’t need those.” Your red-headed companion’s
words surprise you.
“I…I’m not very good at painting freehand,” you
admit.
“In that case, allow me to guide you,” he offers. He
steps to a docking station, turning on light instrumental music before looking
back at you.
You tilt your head in confusion, but step in front
of the easel when he extends his hand towards it. Moving around you, he gathers
a palette, filling it with various colors. Taking a brush, he hands it and the
palette to you. As you step forward, you’re startled when he moves up right behind
you.
“Are you ok with this?” he asks covering your hand
with his own, fingers grasping the brush. Throat dry and heart pounding you can
only nod; truthfully, you’re a wreck but would be lying if you said you weren’t
getting a thrill of having him so close to you.
“Relax your arm, that’s it,” he says lowly in your
ear and you have to suppress a shiver. Slowly he guides your hand to the paint,
selecting the color he wants, and then pulls back, placing the brush against
the pure white canvas. With slow, deliberate movements, his breath fanning over
your neck, he moves your hand in long sweeping motions.
“I find painting while listening to music to be the
most inspirational,” he says gathering another color and moving back to the canvas.
“It allows your mind to wander free but at the same time helps you focus on
conveying the emotion of the piece, translating it from audio to visual.”
All you can focus on is the heat of his body next to
yours.
Akashi has no idea what possessed him to try this,
he barely knows you and yet here he is, his chest pressed into your back, his hand
over yours, his face so near your skin he can smell your perfume and all of it is working against his finely tuned
self-control.
When the paint runs low, he releases you, both of
you missing the contact more than you probably should. You stand stock still,
eyes focused on the work you’ve been creating together, though Akashi has been
doing pretty much all the work. Unable to stop yourself, you reach a hand
forward, the images he’s created feeling like their sucking you into their
depths. Warm reds, yellows, oranges and pinks swirl together in a typhoon of
color, darker purples and blues creating the impression of leaves dancing on a
fiery wind and in the center of it all there is what appears to be a heart.
You turn your head at the same moment Akashi looks
up from what he’s doing. When your eyes lock, it’s as if the rest of the world
disappears. You have no idea what’s going on between you, but it feels intense and
carnal and…the clatter of the art supplies landing roughly on the table snap
you out of your haze just long enough to realize Akashi is heading towards you
at a rapid pace.
A second later, you’re in his arms, his forehead
pressed against yours.
“_____-san,” he breathes out, your name a statement
and a question all at once. You barely nod and his lips are against yours. He
kisses you gently at first, but it builds quickly, his arms wrapping around your
waist tighter. He turns you around, pushing you against the closed doors, making
you gasp when your back hits the handles.
Akashi curses inwardly; it’s not like him to make a
mistake like that. Intent on rectifying it, he whirls you to the side, opening
the door and pulling you inside. He lands on the chaise, tugging you down onto his lap, his head craning up to reach your lips once more.
He can’t get enough of your taste, the natural
sweetness of your mouth, the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the feel of
your body beneath his hands. He’s never felt so out of control in his life.
You’re sure any second now your heart is going to
give out. Akashi is, like with everything else, excellent at kissing. A gasp
escapes your lips, eyes flying open, when his hand, hot and confident, trails
over the slightly exposed portion of your back between your shirt and your
skirt. He pushes it up further when he feels you lean more into him, pleased
you want him to keep touching you like this, his already bright eyes flashing
with heat looking at your dazed face.
A hand on the back of your head pulls your lips back
to his. He’s more insistent, more intense, holding you tighter and making your
head swim. Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth, he smirks as you moan
lightly, tongue dancing with yours as he enters your mouth and you let him
lead.
“Akashi-san,” you whimper, knees shaking from the
effort to hold yourself up.
“Hmmmm?” he mumbles against your skin and you
tremble as his hand goes even higher.
Looking into his eyes, you hesitate, nervous about
continuing. You don’t even know why you’ve allowed yourself or him to do this;
you barely know each other! And sure, you have friends and acquaintances who
hook up all the time, sometimes with complete strangers, but this isn’t how you
normally are. The thought that you could have blown a chance with Akashi, of something
remotely real…
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks pulling away
slightly.
You don’t, but you will, because you’re not this
girl. You only have to nod once and he’s helping you to stand
back up, though you’re unsure if your legs will hold your weight. Thankfully,
he keeps hold of you.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that…”you swallow once,
finding it ludicrous that you could have your tongue down his throat thirty
seconds ago but you can’t get it to work long enough to tell him how you feel.
Shaking your head, you try again. Looking back up you finally breath out, “I
really like you and…and I’m not usually this…this…” you can’t even say the
words, looking away again.
He draws you back to his face, kissing the tip of
your nose and smiling. “_____-san, please do not think that I think less of you
because of this. Besides, I’m the one who put us in this position. It should be
me asking your forgiveness for my complete lack of decorum.”
“Does that mean…do you regret this?” you ask fearfully.
He shakes his head. “Not at all, in fact,” he leans
in again, kissing you gently before admitting, “I’d really like to take you out
on a date some time.”
“I’d like that,” you whisper.
“Next Saturday?”
“Perfect,” you reply smiling.
“Good, then let’s get this project done, shall we?”
he asks, taking your hand and leading you back out to the terrace.
Needless to say, you both received an “A” for your “stunning
representation of the tumultuous storm of the heart”.
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