Akame one-shot - Valentine Candles and a little Deja vu
Candles.
The sweet scent of candles drifts through the apartment and into my nose as I shut the door. I linger for a moment on the scent and the feeling of déjà vu from just a few months ago, and can’t help but smile. There’s no reason not to suspect that he’s up to something again. I slip off my shoes and walk further into the hallway.
He must have drawn some sort of elaborate plan last time. There are flower petals leading down the hallway toward the bedroom once more. This time when I follow them, though, I am not stopped by arms around my waist, nor distracted by the different candles placed strategically around the apartment itself.
“Jin?”
My whisper is loud in the silent apartment, and I get no answer. For a moment there is fear, just a hint of it, and I push open the bedroom door to find that room empty as well. The rose petals are spread all over the bed. It is cliché, yes, but what else would you expect when I am such a romantic myself? I walk over to the bed and pick up a rose petal, relishing in its smooth texture and soft velvet skin.
I don’t hear him walk in. Suddenly the room’s only candle is blown out, and the sheer darkness leaves me momentarily confused. Arms wrap around my waist and I smile - there’s nothing mysterious about this anymore. My head leans back on his shoulder without preamble, and his breath ghosts across my cheek. He smells like cologne and peppermint and maybe a hint of cinnamon, probably from the candle that he just blew out. There’s a moment of pure silence before his voice speaks beside my ear.
“I’ve been planning this for a while.”
“I can tell.” My answer is a bit humored, but entirely sincere. He laughs a little, and I shiver, his breath falling right on the sensitive part of my neck and my ear. The reaction is almost instantaneous, his hand slipping under my shirt just enough to run his fingers across my stomach, just enough to tease. He knows that he is in control now that he played it up for me, and I happily surrender my control to him when he cares to take my romantic side into consideration. He loves me enough to do romantic things that he would otherwise dismiss for the most part.
Thankfully his control is soft, never strong and overwhelming, especially today. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Of course I know.”
“Do I get any chocolates?”
I laugh and rest my hands over his where they are softly caressing a small patch of skin on my stomach. “I thought I should give you another present instead.”
His breath quickens just enough for me to notice. The hand wanders a little further, brushing sensitive patches of skin as he does his best to play calm.
“I wanted to stay like this just a little longer, but if you’re going to keep talking like that my plans might change.”
“I haven’t seen you all day; would a little change be so bad?” His lips fall to my neck. Not what I was expecting, and I moan in surprise. He groans in answer and mumbles something into my neck that I can’t make out before his tongue touches the shell of my ear just slightly.
“Playing innocent. It’s so hot.”
I reach a hand up to curl in his hair just firm enough to let him know that I don’t want him to stop. “Anything to make you keep going.”
He moans deeply into my ear, his hand venturing further up to brush an already oversensitive nipple. There’s nothing I can do but lean into him, hold onto his arm, to his neck, to grasp some shred of reality. A moment of pure bliss is interrupted by the vibrating of his cell phone on the night stand. I can hear a slight whimper, from me or him, I’m not sure. He leads me over with him, not willing to let me go, not yet.
It isn’t a text like I had expected. He mumbles an apology as he answers. Not thirty seconds into the conversation, he gets annoyed. I’m not sure who’s on the line, but I can agree that they deserve it.
“You’re really going to call me about this now? It’s Valentine’s Day, I’m a little busy. No, I’m not with a girl. I’m hanging out with a good friend.” Yeah, sure, really good friend. Such a good friend that I let him- Mmm. His hand drops to the front of my jeans and massages slowly, gently, and I bite my lip to keep silent, my head rolling into the curve of his neck. “I know that I have a full schedule on Tuesday. I’ll be there early, even, just please let me get off the phone. It’s rude of me to talk like this.”
I finally reach a point where I can’t hold back as his hand speeds up just slightly, and I moan just loud enough for the phone to pick up. There’s a loud ‘what was that?’ from the other end of the line, and the room suddenly gets hotter as I realize he’s using me to get whoever it is off of the phone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. No, of course I’m not sleeping with anyone. It’s only 7:30, no one gets in bed this early, even on Valentine’s day. Yes, I understand the situation. If I get caught there are severe consequences. I told you, I’m not even with a girl.”
There’s suddenly another arm on me, around my waist, and I realize that I’d lost myself in the feeling. A voice comes out of the blue. He’s put the phone on speaker; it’s nice to know that he still puts me ahead of work. The voice sounds distraught.
“There are so many repercussions if you mess up, Akanishi-kun. You’ve had enough fake scandals come up around you. A real one would not bode well.”
“I know. I’m not going to get in trouble for anything if I’m not doing anything wrong.” His lips are right next to my ear. He whispers, softly and quiet enough for only me to hear. Give in, baby, moan for me.
And I do. “Jin, please, faster.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Still playing innocent, even as his hand speeds up, the other supporting me while trying to unbutton my jeans.
“That sound. Was that… moaning?”
Jin laughs, a genuine laugh that makes me wonder why he doesn’t have more drama roles. My zipper slides down as his pride rises up. “I’m in a club. There’re things like that here, you know how it is.”
“Oh. Right.” The voice pauses at the worst possible moment as his hand wraps around me, thumb teasing, and my hand flies to his hair once more to seek some sort of grounding.
“Move, please, so good.”
“Uh, well, I’m… I’m just going to let you go.”
There’s sigh from Jin. I can’t tell whether it’s out of annoyance or arousal. “It takes a couple making out next to me to get you to leave me alone? If I had known that I’d’ve found a girl anyway, faster.”
The last word has a hint of a question in it, enough inflection for me but not enough for him to catch, and I answer with a breathy yes, please. I could’ve never imagined myself doing this, getting off by my lover while he’s in a phone call with what could very well be our manager, but there’s something about being in the situation with the other line knowing exactly what we’re doing that makes it so much hotter. And if I’m not mistaken, he seems like he’s trying to keep on the line now. Jin says something that I don’t catch as my boxers follow my jeans to my ankles, and the phone clicks off. I manage to regain enough consciousness to speak, somehow, as his hand releases me to guide me to the bed.
“What kind of plan was that? Wasn’t that our manager?” I pant between gasps of breath. He laughs as I lay down, reaching over to fumble through the nightstand drawer. Even as he pulls out the lube, I continue to scold him. “We could get in serious trouble for this.”
“Come on, babe. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, look at you. I haven’t seen you this wound up since your birthday a few years ago when I let you top me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, I said- oh, yes.” The first finger slides in without warning and he chuckles while bending down to mark my neck. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, perhaps more, but he continues to revel in his power.
“You like that? I can tell you want it bad, baby.” There’s a second finger, and a third, and he’s talking up a storm as he moves up to my ear, fingers pushing and pulling and right there. “Is that it? You want more of that? You can’t even speak, can you? Beg for it, beg for me.”
“Mmm, J… Jin pl…please.”
“Please what, Kazuya?”
I try to make my lips form words, but his fingers are holding that spot and I can barely focus at all. There a string of sounds falling from my mouth with no particular pattern as my back bows almost dangerously. The fingers are removed - obviously my alien speak meant something to him - and his tongue traces my slit before he sits up and enters me, hard and fast and perfect.
“Kazuya, you’re so tight. So good.”
“Move, please, fast, hard, now.” I can’t connect the words, but the feeling of him inside me reduces me to a moaning, writhing mess. He knows what I mean, he always knows what I mean, what I want. Whether it’s candles or rose petals or slow dancing on a night before a free day, he knows how to take care of me. He’s amazing as a person. I couldn’t ask for anything better.
“Hey.”
I snap back to him, moving slowly, torturously in and out of me. “What?”
“Stay with me. I want you to feel everything.”
“Sorry.”
“No apologizing, just focus.” He leans down and captures my lips before gaining a faster, deeper rhythm. My hands grip his hips, wanting the contact but unsure of where to go to find it as he speeds up. I pull him closer even as his tongue dominates my mouth and his hips snap loudly against mine. He hits that spot again and I pull away to scream in pure ecstasy. His smile is obvious in my peripheral vision before he nuzzles my cheek.
“You almost there?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Oh, Jin, I’m close.”
“Me too, babe, just hang on.”
“I can’t- There- Jin more please Ican’tmoreyestherepleaseyes-“
I can’t speak coherently anymore, not like he wants me to, but I can see that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. There’s a mischievous glint in his lust-filled eyes as he wraps his fingers around my base, officially cutting me off from reaching my peak even as his hips continue to snap against the spot that makes me cry out shamelessly.
“I’m almost there, Kazuya, just wait a few seconds.”
“Jin-no-I want to come, let me come, please it’s all I want please please-“
He smirks, that expression just before he reaches his peak evident on his face. His fingers release me and stroke once slowly before grabbing me and pumping full force. I groan, no other reaction possible from my nearly spent body , and he bends down to my ear.
“Look at me.” I do, and I watch him like a hawk as he goes through the millisecond long stages just before he releases. He tugs once more, keeps full eye contact, and licks his lips. “You’re so tight, baby, so good.
Come for me, Kazuya.”
And I do. I come harder than I can ever remember doing so, the mixture of the voyeuristic phone call, his talk, and the full sensation taking it’s toll. Jin releases inside of me, adding to the pool of sensations and tearing another loud scream from my throat as his hips snap a few more times and his arms hold me tight as I finish. My voice is hoarse, raw, and although I haven’t spoken I can feel the soreness build up in my throat. He sits up fully, pulling me with him until I am sitting on his lap. Still inside of me, he nuzzles my cheek and laughs.
“That was really good, Kazuya.”
I laugh a little, but it hurts. “I can’t believe we did that while you were talking to our manager.”
“It was really hot.”
“I know, but I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”
“Shh.” My voice had cracked several times, a sleepy hand coming up to rub my throat, and he quiets me lovingly. There’s genuine love in his eyes. I know I’ve picked the right one for me. “Come on, babe, lay down.”
He slips out of me as I lay down, and I sigh a little at the separation. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest as the blanket comes up to lay over us. It’s so comfortable, one of those silences that establishes itself only at the best of times. There’s no awkwardness between us at all as I lay my head right over his heart. He speaks before I even get to open my mouth.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kazuya. I hope the candles and the roses set up enough of a mood for you.”
I laugh and listen to his heartbeat before forcing a croak. “They were amazing. Perfect planning. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Jin.”
I want to say more, but I can’t, and he knows what I was really going for. There’s no way to truly express my love in words, and I like to think that he feels the exact same way. Even though we’ll have to answer for it tomorrow, surely, this evening has brought us even closer than we were before.
“I love you, Kazuya. Let’s go to sleep. Good night.”
I snuggle into his chest, letting my tongue flicker ‘by accident’ and causing him to gasp before yawning. “I love you too, Jin. Good night.”
I figure ‘thank you for the amazing time’ can come in the morning when he tries to recreate it on our day off.
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Did you like it? It took me a few days to write. I'm not so familiar with smut, it's more of an art form than I can handle, it feels like. I hope it wasn't bad! Please comment whether you like it or not!
The sweet scent of candles drifts through the apartment and into my nose as I shut the door. I linger for a moment on the scent and the feeling of déjà vu from just a few months ago, and can’t help but smile. There’s no reason not to suspect that he’s up to something again. I slip off my shoes and walk further into the hallway.
He must have drawn some sort of elaborate plan last time. There are flower petals leading down the hallway toward the bedroom once more. This time when I follow them, though, I am not stopped by arms around my waist, nor distracted by the different candles placed strategically around the apartment itself.
“Jin?”
My whisper is loud in the silent apartment, and I get no answer. For a moment there is fear, just a hint of it, and I push open the bedroom door to find that room empty as well. The rose petals are spread all over the bed. It is cliché, yes, but what else would you expect when I am such a romantic myself? I walk over to the bed and pick up a rose petal, relishing in its smooth texture and soft velvet skin.
I don’t hear him walk in. Suddenly the room’s only candle is blown out, and the sheer darkness leaves me momentarily confused. Arms wrap around my waist and I smile - there’s nothing mysterious about this anymore. My head leans back on his shoulder without preamble, and his breath ghosts across my cheek. He smells like cologne and peppermint and maybe a hint of cinnamon, probably from the candle that he just blew out. There’s a moment of pure silence before his voice speaks beside my ear.
“I’ve been planning this for a while.”
“I can tell.” My answer is a bit humored, but entirely sincere. He laughs a little, and I shiver, his breath falling right on the sensitive part of my neck and my ear. The reaction is almost instantaneous, his hand slipping under my shirt just enough to run his fingers across my stomach, just enough to tease. He knows that he is in control now that he played it up for me, and I happily surrender my control to him when he cares to take my romantic side into consideration. He loves me enough to do romantic things that he would otherwise dismiss for the most part.
Thankfully his control is soft, never strong and overwhelming, especially today. “Do you know what day it is?”
“Of course I know.”
“Do I get any chocolates?”
I laugh and rest my hands over his where they are softly caressing a small patch of skin on my stomach. “I thought I should give you another present instead.”
His breath quickens just enough for me to notice. The hand wanders a little further, brushing sensitive patches of skin as he does his best to play calm.
“I wanted to stay like this just a little longer, but if you’re going to keep talking like that my plans might change.”
“I haven’t seen you all day; would a little change be so bad?” His lips fall to my neck. Not what I was expecting, and I moan in surprise. He groans in answer and mumbles something into my neck that I can’t make out before his tongue touches the shell of my ear just slightly.
“Playing innocent. It’s so hot.”
I reach a hand up to curl in his hair just firm enough to let him know that I don’t want him to stop. “Anything to make you keep going.”
He moans deeply into my ear, his hand venturing further up to brush an already oversensitive nipple. There’s nothing I can do but lean into him, hold onto his arm, to his neck, to grasp some shred of reality. A moment of pure bliss is interrupted by the vibrating of his cell phone on the night stand. I can hear a slight whimper, from me or him, I’m not sure. He leads me over with him, not willing to let me go, not yet.
It isn’t a text like I had expected. He mumbles an apology as he answers. Not thirty seconds into the conversation, he gets annoyed. I’m not sure who’s on the line, but I can agree that they deserve it.
“You’re really going to call me about this now? It’s Valentine’s Day, I’m a little busy. No, I’m not with a girl. I’m hanging out with a good friend.” Yeah, sure, really good friend. Such a good friend that I let him- Mmm. His hand drops to the front of my jeans and massages slowly, gently, and I bite my lip to keep silent, my head rolling into the curve of his neck. “I know that I have a full schedule on Tuesday. I’ll be there early, even, just please let me get off the phone. It’s rude of me to talk like this.”
I finally reach a point where I can’t hold back as his hand speeds up just slightly, and I moan just loud enough for the phone to pick up. There’s a loud ‘what was that?’ from the other end of the line, and the room suddenly gets hotter as I realize he’s using me to get whoever it is off of the phone. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. No, of course I’m not sleeping with anyone. It’s only 7:30, no one gets in bed this early, even on Valentine’s day. Yes, I understand the situation. If I get caught there are severe consequences. I told you, I’m not even with a girl.”
There’s suddenly another arm on me, around my waist, and I realize that I’d lost myself in the feeling. A voice comes out of the blue. He’s put the phone on speaker; it’s nice to know that he still puts me ahead of work. The voice sounds distraught.
“There are so many repercussions if you mess up, Akanishi-kun. You’ve had enough fake scandals come up around you. A real one would not bode well.”
“I know. I’m not going to get in trouble for anything if I’m not doing anything wrong.” His lips are right next to my ear. He whispers, softly and quiet enough for only me to hear. Give in, baby, moan for me.
And I do. “Jin, please, faster.”
“What was that?”
“What was what?” Still playing innocent, even as his hand speeds up, the other supporting me while trying to unbutton my jeans.
“That sound. Was that… moaning?”
Jin laughs, a genuine laugh that makes me wonder why he doesn’t have more drama roles. My zipper slides down as his pride rises up. “I’m in a club. There’re things like that here, you know how it is.”
“Oh. Right.” The voice pauses at the worst possible moment as his hand wraps around me, thumb teasing, and my hand flies to his hair once more to seek some sort of grounding.
“Move, please, so good.”
“Uh, well, I’m… I’m just going to let you go.”
There’s sigh from Jin. I can’t tell whether it’s out of annoyance or arousal. “It takes a couple making out next to me to get you to leave me alone? If I had known that I’d’ve found a girl anyway, faster.”
The last word has a hint of a question in it, enough inflection for me but not enough for him to catch, and I answer with a breathy yes, please. I could’ve never imagined myself doing this, getting off by my lover while he’s in a phone call with what could very well be our manager, but there’s something about being in the situation with the other line knowing exactly what we’re doing that makes it so much hotter. And if I’m not mistaken, he seems like he’s trying to keep on the line now. Jin says something that I don’t catch as my boxers follow my jeans to my ankles, and the phone clicks off. I manage to regain enough consciousness to speak, somehow, as his hand releases me to guide me to the bed.
“What kind of plan was that? Wasn’t that our manager?” I pant between gasps of breath. He laughs as I lay down, reaching over to fumble through the nightstand drawer. Even as he pulls out the lube, I continue to scold him. “We could get in serious trouble for this.”
“Come on, babe. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy it, look at you. I haven’t seen you this wound up since your birthday a few years ago when I let you top me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t enjoy it, I said- oh, yes.” The first finger slides in without warning and he chuckles while bending down to mark my neck. He’s enjoying this as much as I am, perhaps more, but he continues to revel in his power.
“You like that? I can tell you want it bad, baby.” There’s a second finger, and a third, and he’s talking up a storm as he moves up to my ear, fingers pushing and pulling and right there. “Is that it? You want more of that? You can’t even speak, can you? Beg for it, beg for me.”
“Mmm, J… Jin pl…please.”
“Please what, Kazuya?”
I try to make my lips form words, but his fingers are holding that spot and I can barely focus at all. There a string of sounds falling from my mouth with no particular pattern as my back bows almost dangerously. The fingers are removed - obviously my alien speak meant something to him - and his tongue traces my slit before he sits up and enters me, hard and fast and perfect.
“Kazuya, you’re so tight. So good.”
“Move, please, fast, hard, now.” I can’t connect the words, but the feeling of him inside me reduces me to a moaning, writhing mess. He knows what I mean, he always knows what I mean, what I want. Whether it’s candles or rose petals or slow dancing on a night before a free day, he knows how to take care of me. He’s amazing as a person. I couldn’t ask for anything better.
“Hey.”
I snap back to him, moving slowly, torturously in and out of me. “What?”
“Stay with me. I want you to feel everything.”
“Sorry.”
“No apologizing, just focus.” He leans down and captures my lips before gaining a faster, deeper rhythm. My hands grip his hips, wanting the contact but unsure of where to go to find it as he speeds up. I pull him closer even as his tongue dominates my mouth and his hips snap loudly against mine. He hits that spot again and I pull away to scream in pure ecstasy. His smile is obvious in my peripheral vision before he nuzzles my cheek.
“You almost there?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Oh, Jin, I’m close.”
“Me too, babe, just hang on.”
“I can’t- There- Jin more please Ican’tmoreyestherepleaseyes-“
I can’t speak coherently anymore, not like he wants me to, but I can see that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. There’s a mischievous glint in his lust-filled eyes as he wraps his fingers around my base, officially cutting me off from reaching my peak even as his hips continue to snap against the spot that makes me cry out shamelessly.
“I’m almost there, Kazuya, just wait a few seconds.”
“Jin-no-I want to come, let me come, please it’s all I want please please-“
He smirks, that expression just before he reaches his peak evident on his face. His fingers release me and stroke once slowly before grabbing me and pumping full force. I groan, no other reaction possible from my nearly spent body , and he bends down to my ear.
“Look at me.” I do, and I watch him like a hawk as he goes through the millisecond long stages just before he releases. He tugs once more, keeps full eye contact, and licks his lips. “You’re so tight, baby, so good.
Come for me, Kazuya.”
And I do. I come harder than I can ever remember doing so, the mixture of the voyeuristic phone call, his talk, and the full sensation taking it’s toll. Jin releases inside of me, adding to the pool of sensations and tearing another loud scream from my throat as his hips snap a few more times and his arms hold me tight as I finish. My voice is hoarse, raw, and although I haven’t spoken I can feel the soreness build up in my throat. He sits up fully, pulling me with him until I am sitting on his lap. Still inside of me, he nuzzles my cheek and laughs.
“That was really good, Kazuya.”
I laugh a little, but it hurts. “I can’t believe we did that while you were talking to our manager.”
“It was really hot.”
“I know, but I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”
“Shh.” My voice had cracked several times, a sleepy hand coming up to rub my throat, and he quiets me lovingly. There’s genuine love in his eyes. I know I’ve picked the right one for me. “Come on, babe, lay down.”
He slips out of me as I lay down, and I sigh a little at the separation. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest as the blanket comes up to lay over us. It’s so comfortable, one of those silences that establishes itself only at the best of times. There’s no awkwardness between us at all as I lay my head right over his heart. He speaks before I even get to open my mouth.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Kazuya. I hope the candles and the roses set up enough of a mood for you.”
I laugh and listen to his heartbeat before forcing a croak. “They were amazing. Perfect planning. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Jin.”
I want to say more, but I can’t, and he knows what I was really going for. There’s no way to truly express my love in words, and I like to think that he feels the exact same way. Even though we’ll have to answer for it tomorrow, surely, this evening has brought us even closer than we were before.
“I love you, Kazuya. Let’s go to sleep. Good night.”
I snuggle into his chest, letting my tongue flicker ‘by accident’ and causing him to gasp before yawning. “I love you too, Jin. Good night.”
I figure ‘thank you for the amazing time’ can come in the morning when he tries to recreate it on our day off.
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Did you like it? It took me a few days to write. I'm not so familiar with smut, it's more of an art form than I can handle, it feels like. I hope it wasn't bad! Please comment whether you like it or not!