DEVILISH - AKIXREADER

𝕥 𝕨 𝕠

𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕫𝕦𝕪𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕒𝕣 (𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣)
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New target.

New toy.

New prey.

Your rabid instincts nearly propelled you towards him, this Aki Hayakawa. You watched as he let out an exasperated grunt directed at Makima before rejoining two others. One had to be a fiend, as she had blood red horns jutting out from her long strawberry-tinted blonde hair. The other seemed a bit younger than the girl and much taller man, and- oh dear God.

The hormones leaking from this kid were frankly unbelievable. The reek stemming from his lust was sickeningly sweet, like a bouquet of red roses dipped in dissolved sugar. And you weren't at all shocked over who his affections were directed towards: Makima.

You'd noticed that most of the people attending the party were wrapped around Makima's pretty little finger, but this guy was in over his head. It was something deeper than lust. It was admiration, loyalty, devotion. But no, it couldn't be love. Even without your abilities, you would have been able to notice the way his eyes caught not-so-subtle glimpses of each woman's chest that passed by him.

Even the shaggy boy's demanding scent couldn't tear you away from the man with the topknot. He looked so brooding, so tortured, so delicious. Sure, you could detect the itty bitty crush he had on Makima like so many other men there, but you were confident that you could squash it with a lick of your lips.

"What are you- no. Absolutely not," Kishibe forbid, bringing you back to earth. Using his towering height and powerful strength he forced the pair of you to shift around, leaving Aki and the two others behind you.

"No, what?" you smiled. Your full eyelashes batted irresistibly as you tried your best to make him forget about what he just saw.

"I know that look of yours, and I like those kids. They're off limits," he grumbled.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Kishibe. I only have eyes for you."

"Oh yeah? And I'm the weakest member of Public Safety," he refuted. You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you'd let him in on enough of your antics that he'd know better.

You continued to argue with a slight pout. "You promised that you'd introduce us."

"I did not say that. Now you're putting words in my mouth." He slipped another sip of alcohol from the flask hidden in his jacket pocket. "Besides, we're here for Quanxi. Not for you to scout out your next meal."

"Well Quanxi is occupied with her, uh, ladies. If you like those three at least let me meet them to find out why. You liking someone is pretty rare, you know."

"I like plenty of people."

"Yeah? Who in this room do you like?"

He stopped for a brief moment, then responded, "You, for starters...Quanxi." He took another pause to ponder the rest of the room, unable to come up with any others. "And those three."

"Thanks for proving my point," you giggled. "You're telling me that I'm not allowed to meet three out of the five people you actually like here, including myself?"

"Alright, alright, we will," he gave in while pressing his large, rough hand that was free of the empty whiskey glass against your lower back. "But I'm serious, all three are off limits. Especially Denji, he's only sixteen."

"The blonde?"

"Yeah."

"I could have guessed, he's as horny as they come," you huffed. "What's a sixteen year old doing devil hunting?" What had to have happened to him to make him choose such a dangerous, violent job so young in life?