notes: blowjobs, misuse of rashomon, sick akutagawa

akutagawa coughed as you pressed a damp towel onto his forehead. "i told you to take the day off and did you listen to me? no of course not. who cares about what i have to say, akutagawa clearly knows better!" you scolded, getting up and checking the rice porridge you were making.

"shut up, [name]." he coughed, glaring daggers at you.

you grumbled under your breath as you stirred, returning back to your seat beside him with a bowl of porridge. you sat him up and he glared as you blowed the spoonful of food. "say ah."

he grabbed your wrist. "i can feed myself," he coughed.

"really? can you manage? 'cause you clearly can't look after yourself." you clicked your tongue. "no wonder you're ill you're all skin and bone!" you scolded, shoving the spoon into his mouth. he coughed and glared at you but you ignored him, continuing your rant. he stopped listening to you but your complaining was more for yourself than for him so it didn't really matter.

"why are you even here?" akutagawa croaked.

you shrugged. "well one of us needs to take care of you and clearly it's not going to be you." you put the bowl aside, fixing the duvet over him as he lied back down. "i'll let you sleep for now. i'll be back when you need to take your medicine again."

you began rising to your feet when a hand on your wrist stopped you, pulling you back down into you chair. "where are you going?"

you frowned at him, "i still have work you know."

he coughed feebly, saying nothing while his grip remained on your hand. with a defeated sigh, you remained seated. "honestly, you're such a child when you're ill," you murmured. he swiped at you with rashomon, not strong enough to hurt, but enough to thwack your cheek. "ow!"

"i'm not a child," he grumbled with a glare, but in the state he was in he hardly looked ferocious.

"you are," you teased, leaning forward in your chair. "you're a little baby!" you eskimo-kissed him, giggling at his dissatisfied growl. he laced his fingers in your locks, holding your head in place as he bit your lip in angry defiance, making you squeak. you pulled away quickly, making an x with your arms. "no kisses! i don't want whatever you have."

his brows knitted together. with rashomon, he grabbed you, securing you on his lap. you gasped, feeling something against your ass. "aren't you meant to take care of me?" he coughed, idly rocking against you.

"are you hard from being babied?" you yelped, feeling rashomon tighten around your waist and tied your arms behind your back.

"shut up."

you laughed, tilting your head back. you suddenly felt a harsh bite on your neck, making your laugh turn into a stuttering moan. he rocked against you and continued marking you as he kissed you, biting your lip harshly. his tongue danced with yours, as he groaned lowly into your mouth. you writhed against rashomon.

he flipped you onto your back, pulling the buttons off your shirt. you pouted but before you could complain, a thin tendril of rashomon entered your mouth, twisting around your tongue. you moaned feeling him getting harder under you.

you pulled away, using your teeth to pull down the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers. you kissed the red tip, watching him shudder. "just...a blowjob," you muttered, licking a stripe up the under of the shaft, slowly working your jaw around him. he groaned, bucking into your mouth. his bruising grip on your scalp made your eyes water as he fucked your throat, making you groan. akutagawa's lashes fluttered as he watched you, your face red and eyes teary. you felt rashomon slip into your trousers, dipping in and out of your wet hole and rubbing your clit.

as he moved your head faster and deeper down his cock, the faster rashomon moved. your whines and mewls passed your throat and the vibrations made akutagawa shudder, cumming down your throat as you came from rashomon's ministrations. slowly, you pulled away with a grimace. "bitter."

"you're complaining?"

"nope," you answered in a chirpy tone, lying down beside him. akutagawa gingerly rubbed the bruises on your wrists left by rashomon before falling asleep.

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akutagawa would love to be taken care of but will never admit it no i don't take criticism on this theory