Atsushi is addicted to aku being on his face, period. He doesn’t care if Akutagawa is being a needy brat or a sadist, he loves feeling the warm, firm weight of Akutagawa on top of him, soft, plush thighs wrapped around his neck while he buries himself deep between Akutagawa’s legs. He moans louder the more aggressively aku rides his face, hips thrusting to seek more and more pleasure that atsushi knows only he can provide his lover. Nothing feels better than peaking up through tear blurred eyes and seeing Aku’s precious, flushed face get redder as his eyes start to roll back, his hips twitching more and more and until he’s cumming all over Atsushi’s face, the tongue lapping at his sex forcing every bit of cum out of him for his own content

Sorry for the long time to respond and also sorry but this made me burst out laughing. Hate fucking in the chem lab because they keep fighting and can’t get the titration correct and they’re on their 7th attempt. They keep eye fucking each other when they think the other hasn’t noticed and it’s a dangerous line between sexual tension to needing to go to the nurse when they get too careless and let a chemical touch skin. Thinking of them making out in the empty classroom, pressing each other up against the tables and growing red in shame when they knock over a flask stand and break it ://

High school sskk is very silly even during hate sex and sexy times

There’s something about the tiger that has Akutagawa feeling on edge even when he’s clothed, something purely animalistic that doesn’t listen to reason scratching under the surface of that human conscious. It especially becomes something he’s aware of when he’s pressed against the pillows, half undressed, with little fabric to protect him against a man eater. He can’t do much but whimper and squirm when he feels Atsushi’s warm breath against the fabric of his panties, and he can’t hold back the sqeaks when that rough tongue peaks out to tease him through the panties.

Atsushi is mean even when he doesn’t mean to be, or even know that he’s doing it. He’s so keyed up at the sight of Akutagawa that hard for him to be slow and careful with him….but when he does get the chance to do it, it never disappoints. One leg over his shoulder, the other one trapped under his body as he has a taste of his lover’s slick through the soaked panties. He enjoys this, the feeling of Akutagawa trying desperately to grind his hips back against Atsushi’s face while Atsushi holds him down to tease his pretty hole through his panties. The detective is so /whiny/, pleading Atsushi to get it over with just to have his petulant demands cut short with a sloppy kiss against his clothes cunt. It only makes him hornier

There’s something so appealing about the roles being reversed here, usually it would be atsushi, the one whose senses are hypersensitive that would find himself obsessed with his lover. But I know that Chuuya nags and tries to get Atsushi into self-care (retail therapy) and he probably has picked out perfume oils and sprays that suit the reaper while also not overwhelming his delicate senses. I personally think beast atsushi would smell so good with Egyptian amber oil. A little bit more intense than he would like it but he can’t hate it when Akutagawa is absolutely obsessed with it—standing in closer, leaning in to breathe in his scent,,,the longer they’re together the more Akutagawa ends up sprawled out on his lap/above him, nose pressed against Atsushi’s nape and just not letting Atsushi escape his affections. It’s one of the few times Atsushi is absolutely flustered (byakko loves the attention, she’s preening)

Omega aku who never got his heats or went through any kind of proper cycle for his health, because every part of his body shut down to keep him alive and he’ll survive the dangers in the slums. He figured he was a beta for most of his life, until he joins the agency—to which his body finally starts throwing all of his omegas woes at him because it’s started to realize that he’s no longer living just for survival.

It was difficult, asking for help. Akutagawa doesn’t know anything on how to be a “good” omega. He doesn’t know how to build nests, does know how to purr and chirp and be nice. He doesn’t have a strong and powerful scent that he could say is attractive to alphas. He doesn’t know what to do, and it especially drove him into the brink of tears and madness trying to figure out making a nest on his own and never being satisfied with if, as if there’s so many things missing and he doesn’t know where to start. It distresses him a lot, a pang of pain from Gin’s absence, the void in his heart from losing his little family long ago, and the bitterness of his own perceived failure to do what his body should know how to do.

The distress carries through in his scent, no matter how much he tries to hide it up, tries to push the thought away and concentrate on something else. It irritates him further at first when the agency members periodically check up on him and ask, and he knows what they’re doing—knows they’re little tricks to pull him in closer, scent mark him and calm him down. It helps, but it also doesn’t help at all. Fuck, even the weretiger had picked up on it, eyes narrowed, brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what had tinged that usually soft, dandelion and fig scent into something bitter and acidic. All of it makes Akutagawa feel even worse, and he blames himself for it because he can’t even find the proper words to tell them to back off and let him retreat to lick his wounds.

Oda is the first person to get it. He stops by one day with a large basket full of clothes, and Akutagawa instantly recognizes it to be a recently cleaned, fresh batch of clothes collected from Oda, and the kids. It’s almost as if Oda knew Akutagawa was rotting away in his room.

“Tell me where you want them,” Oda says. It’s casual, it’s calm, and it fills Akutagawa with relief for once.

For the first time, it feels nice to look at his bed, where his nest is supposed to be. It’s less stressful, even when embarrassment hits Akutagawa because he can’t decide whether Kosuke’s sweater should be on the left side, or whether Sakura’s pink hat should be draped over one of the pillows. Oda says nothing, just lets the image fuss and decide where he wants to put things where. Oda’s scent betrays a smidge of happiness when he finds his shirt tucked right above Akutagawa’s pillow, scent mixed in with the rest of the kids into something soft and hazy. Neither of them comment on how the room smells far happier.

Soon enough, the others trickle in. Kenji is the first one to pop in, who brings aku a soft cotton shirt and a very loved hat. Naomi brings a dress and Tanizaki hands over a cardigan with a blush on his cheeks. Kunikida gifts him one of his worn sweater vests and mutters about being late for something. He comes back to his dorm to find a suspiciously familiar brown cape, doctors coat, and a comfortable blanket that smells suspiciously like the president.

(He doesn’t say anything in acknowledgement the next day, but he brings Ranpo his favorite stash of candy, and splurges on a bottle of wine for Yosano. He mulls over which video of atsushi as a tiger would be the best gift for Fukuzawa, and ends up sending almost all the videos he has. He figures he’ll deal with the consequences later)

It makes Akutagawa feel much happier, to finally have a best that doesn’t feel cold and empty. He /gets/ why omegas love their nests, why betas and alphas are so vulnerable in their dens. Nothing can really take away the grief that lives in him, but at least it doesn’t feel overwhelming when there’s proof that he has a family to hold on to even when he’s not with them.

(One day Akutagawa comes home and finds a familiar, grey-black turtleneck, neatly folded against the edge of his nest, and he almost has to laugh at how he can imagine the sheepishness in which it was placed there. Nobody needs to know that he uses it as a pillow case to cuddle with at night.)

Fem Beast Atsushi gets hungrier and more volatile on her periods and Fem Beast Akutagawa gets more aggressive (not really, she’s just in pain) during her periods. Worst time alive for the to sync for everybody else but they enjoy it lowkey. Fem Beast Atsushi is soft and warm and the mixture of her soft scent mixed with a tang of blood is familiar and comforting to aku. Aku’s the perfect weighted blanket for Atsushi when the cramps are on coming and she needs something to focus on. I think most of their periods involve laying in bed cuddling, with occasionally munchies (on better days, aku uses he ability to catch some evil doers for her girlfriend to eat). I think they binge watch golden girls