the debt [nsfw, fluff, loss of virginity, corruption kink, angst] series:
part i, part ii, part iii, part iv (coming soon)
sailing the dark [nsfw, time travel, twin flames, bootstrap paradox]
ao3
R E Q U E S T S (slow update)
spooning [nsfw, fluff, vaginal fingering, nipple play]
rough [nsfw, rough blowjob]
daddy issues [nsfw, hurt/comfort, creampie, dacriphilia]
stalker [shameless smut, dub-con]
take your own medicine, darling âĄïž [nsfw, dirty language, cum denial]
coming soon...
what he's doin' is wrong [nsfw]
among the waves [kind of nsfw]
nice to meet you too, akaza [nsfw]
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recent works: longing, inccubus , take your own medicine , obsession
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Leah!! how are u? i hope youâre doing well <3 just had another sinful idea/request, so iâm here to share it with u đ how about a nsfw + modern! au + long one-shot where the reader and akaza have been pining for each other for awhile, but all they ever do is casually flirt with each other and never go past that,,, but everyone knows theyâve undressed the other one with their eyes at least 100 times so one day, they both attend a party, but the reader is feeling a lil bold that night and wants to test Akazaâs patience by wearing something that flatters her too well; constantly giving him bedroom eyes; innocently/accidentally brushing up against him too much; etc. Eventually, he snaps, and once he gets an opportunity to escape with her to somewhere more private (literally could just be in another room lmao), things escalate,,, and wellâŠletâs just say he has to remind her that everything comes with a consequence <3 tbh, i think the only thing Iâd prefer to not read is choking but yeah,,, we both know that the only route that this will go down will be FILTHY so Iâll let u do what u wish with it~ thank you âáą. Ì« .áąâ âĄ
p.s. hopped onto my second acc bc I actually remembered it existed,,, so maybe I can save some face for my main acc even tho I didnât brother the first two times đżđż
hi, rose, i'm fine and you? i need to apologize again for taking sooooo long to write, but i finally got it. i really hope you like it (espicially the bj part heh)!!
warning: modern!au, alcohol use, vaginal fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, heavy sexual tension, and more
summary: you and akaza have been lusting after each other for two weeks, until, at a party, you dance for him until he leads you to a more private place to finally have you the way he wanted from the first day he saw you.
minors do not interect, +18 content under the cut
When you got out of the taxi, you could feel the ground vibrating with the intensity of the loud music heard so many meters away. Surely the party was in full swing and you regretted arriving so late.
Although confident, you felt shy about being the target of all the attention. And even though you were feeling beautiful, it still wasn't enough for you to calm the anxiety that raged through every particle of you.
But with your head held high, the sound of your heels hitting the cobblestone floor being drowned out by the music, you headed towards that huge, elegant house.
From the foot of the stairs that gave access to the mansion, you saw people talking, drinking, watching quietly in their corners, smoking, laughing or making out in the dark corners in the extensive front garden.
Without giving so much importance to what was already expected of a party watered with alcohol and loud music, you took the first step. Carefully so as not to hurt your feet or ruin the heel you were wearing, you followed it until you reached the whole staircase.
And then you were noticed.
Like in a movie where the high point is when the ugly, clumsy protagonist who appears magically beautiful one morning, all eyes are on you. It was like a trance where you passed through the curious crowd. The voices ceased as if a conductor had signaled the orchestra to stop, leaving only the sound of the music to accompany each step you took.
Although it was horrible to be the target of so much attention, your confidence increased when you saw that the looks were pure admiration and approval.
At the front door, greeting all the guests, the host, seeing you, smiled from ear to ear.
âYou really came!â he exclaimed in unusual excitement.
~*~
The big news in the quiet town you lived in was the opening of a Karate school on the main avenue â which you had to follow to get to your place of work. With the novelty, new scenarios began to happen, such as the march of boys and girls of all ages wearing white kimonos and colored sashes tied around their waists in the same direction and also the pile of pamphlets handed out on street corners, inviting people to visit the Dojo and even the posts on social networks publicizing the institution's inauguration. At first, you didn't give it that much importance, you just thought that it would be good for children and teenagers to be interested in martial arts, because it was good for both the body and the mind, but none of that aroused anything else in you. Not until you see their sensei.
Handsome and strong were the main adjectives you would describe him. With his posture erect, his kimono perfectly aligned with his athletic physique, and his black belt proudly tied around his waist, he had a crooked smile that never seemed to leave his lips, being the way he greeted you on a hot Tuesday morning when you passed in front of the Dojo. His hair was dyed a fuchsia shade, which against the first rays of sunlight turned an almost gaudy pink. Although you didn't know if he was smiling directly at you or at his students who were walking behind you, you did notice that his blue eyes followed you until he was left behind.
At that moment, a routine of flirting was pre-established, and the spark of mutual interest would grow until it took the form of a small flame.
-
The flirtation that started with bright looks and shy smiles started to change to more intense looks and more ingratiating smiles. Although the children, in their infinite innocence, would always direct you every morning you passed in front of the Dojo as 'Akaza-sensei's girlfriend', the adults would begin to roll their eyes at how slowly your relationship progressed. Relationship was still a far cry from what the two of you had, because even though sexual tension was almost knife-edgeable, neither of you took a step to change it.
For outsiders, it was funny to see your behavior change drastically every time you saw each other. Akaza straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and raised his voice to say âGood morningâ as manly as he could, while you lowered your head a little, took a lock of hair and wrapped it around your finger gently and answered his greeting in a voice brimming with sweetness.
And you continued at that for two weeks. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to lead to significant change.
You were frustrated because you always expected the first step to come from him. It wasn't because you thought it was his duty, but because your shyness insisted on inhibiting your courage. And you could no longer hide your desire to untie that black belt knot to finally know if what he was hiding inside his kimono was as good as in the wet dreams you had with him.
Akaza was also starting to feel sick. Seeing you passing every day in front of the Dojo, wearing those light clothes or clothes that valued your attributes without being able to pull you into a corner and greet you the way he wanted, without being the boring "good morning" followed by a rogue smile, was driving him almost crazy.
He was tired of just dreaming about you. His dreams were nothing like the restrained flirtations that took place in real life, and perhaps this was more of a torture than a relief, as it was so uncomfortable to always wake up with a hard-on and have to pretend all day that you weren't out of his mind for even a second.
However, to the joy of both of you, the opportunity finally came.
It was on a Wednesday morning, after the two weeks you had started flirting, that an invitation was extended. Not for him, though.
In fact, you didn't even see him that day, but one of Dojo's helpers, who you assumed was his personal friend. So unlike the anxiety you felt every time you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing when this guy smiled at you and greeted you. Cordially, you answered the greeting and went on your way to work. Not being a big deal, not causing a mess in your guts, this contact with another man, you stopped when he called you, maybe it was the growing curiosity about the handsome young man and the hope to know something about him. You looked at him, without showing a smile, and found his hand extended to you, and stuck between your fingers, a piece of paper. Without ceasing to smile, he said:
"Next Friday I'm having a party at my house, to celebrate the opening of the Dojo. It was supposed to happen a few days ago, but we only managed to organize ourselves now and we can finally celebrate." He paused to peer inside as if making sure no one saw him talking to you, then said again, "That's the address and time." And he handed you a torn paper with address information written in pencil to you. "Oh, make sure you look great, he'll be there..."
He gave you a wink and without letting you say anything, he entered the room quickly as soon as he heard someone's voice calling out to him.
Noticing the emphasis on âheâ, you immediately knew that everyone agreed that you two should finally evolve in the relationship, and that somehow cheered you up, it was good to know that there were people who supported you both.
But still it made you apprehensive. He's not the one who invited you.
However, the next day, things got better once in a while when you accidentally overheard a snippet of his conversation with his mini-students.
"Our party won't be allowing children, boy," the young man replied smiling, in a teasing tone.
âWhy not, Akaza-sensei?â and more children's voices were overlapping each other with questions.
"Because the children's party has already happened, now it's the adults' turn to celebrate," he replied, making his students stop talking, respecting the hierarchy. "But she can go," he finished, pointing at you.
"Oh, sure, she's your girlfriend!" a little girl said, frustrated.
"She's not my girlfriend," he tried to clarify. "Yet."
Your heart almost went out of your mouth to be noticed by him, and to have been caught listening to the private conversation. But at the same time you were immensely happy to know that you were really welcome at the party (and in his heart).
What was not very pleasant was the anxiety that took over you when you thought of the countless possibilities that this party would bring you. Would you walk out of there with him, or would you be disappointed?
But that wasn't an issue at the moment, the biggest issue was what clothes you would wear. You weren't used to going to parties.
Incredibly, the week passed and the day of the party arrived faster than you could have imagined.
By the reflection of the computer screen turned off in front of you, you thought you were pathetic to realize that there were huge dark circles under your eyes, indicating how much insomnia you had throughout the week. You felt like you had been trampled by a herd. It was even embarrassing for you to feel that way. It was just a party. There was no reason to be so upset.
But it wasn't like you could control those feelings, it was the first time in years of avoiding being interested in someone that you found yourself wanting to have an affair, a romance or anything like that with someone else.
So you would do anything to seize the opportunity and have fun too.
-
As your Friday shift ended an hour earlier than the rest of the weekdays, you walked quickly to your house.
Despite feeling exhausted, the lump in your throat seemed to grow with each passing second. Hands that were trembling, cold and damp with sweat, didn't let you concentrate properly on your task of getting ready.
The whole day you spent thinking about that party, planning and creating fantasies in your head of what it would be like to meet Akaza in an environment conducive to getting closer to him.
And the dress issue was resolved as soon as you remembered one in particular that stayed in your wardrobe for years, abandoned as if you forbade you to remember it. And in a way, that's what happened. That dress was the kind of garment one had exactly one reason to wear. Someone would only wear it if they wanted to be the center of attention; or someone's target. And you really wanted to be targeted by someone.
You smiled at your image in the mirror, you were looking amazing wearing a red dress that was low-cut in the front, the back open to your lower back and a slit that revealed almost an entire leg. If Akaza didn't notice you, it wouldn't be all bad, you were noticing yourself.
Although it would be impossible for him not to look at you dressed in something so⊠bold, when he looked at you even when you were wearing your everyday clothes at the office.
Walking around to see the fit from other angles, you felt satisfied.
Perfect outfit for the right occasion.
~*~
Standing in front of the host, the friend of Akaza, you felt hyperventilating with such anxiety. He, on the other hand, seemed amused as he scrutinized you. You could even swear he was fighting a battle against himself, but you believed it was something created by your head that worked hard to make you feel the most desired woman there.
"You really came ready for the kill," he commented with a smile. âIf this was a prom, the queen's crown would already be yours,â he winked at you and slipped through the door, letting you through.
You thanked him and finally entered the house.
It was really a beautiful place and it was packed with people. Just as it happened on the outside, the people there also looked at you. And this time, recognizing some faces and being surprised that these people, who had nothing to do with the Dojo, were guests at the party too, you saw them looking at each other after checking you out and making comments in each other's ears, letting out giggles as they looked around as if looking for someone, making you swallow hard and look for a place farther away until the eyes started to leave you.
-
You felt reckless and wanted to run away, so you needed some liquid disinhibitor. You went to the bar of that mansion and asked for wine, because it was a drink that made you brave without getting you drunk.
When the alcohol had already entered your bloodstream and started to take effect, the beat of the music, the right atmosphere and all that magic in the air cradled your body in a slow dance that took shape to something more intimate and pleasant to look at. .
Your closed eyes prevented you from seeing people looking at you from the corner of their eyes and commenting on you. But it didn't matter, you were completely engulfed by the mood and feeling light as a feather and this was reflected in the smooth movements of your hips and waist that moved like a snake approaching its prey.
The eyes burned you in the back, it was even uncomfortable, but being seen so much, so admired, made you just want to keep dancing until the end of the party and even after.
But the disappointment still grew in your chest and spread. You haven't seen Akaza yet. He hadn't looked at you or smiled at you. What was the use of you producing so much if whoever was supposed to see you dance wasn't there?
The looks began to weigh as the rhythm of your body became more indecent, more vulgar. The slit in your dress almost exposed your panties and the cleavage barely kept your tits inside them.
The alcohol taking effect was like a curse taking hold. At the same time it uninhibited you, it made you upset for not getting what you wanted.
And suddenly you hated being looked at. You hated being the center of attention. You hated the admiration of people who didn't interest you.
You hated coming to this party.
And when your body couldn't hold so much dissatisfaction anymore, you opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were blue eyes, sharp as a blade, looking straight at you. In the distance, sitting on the leather sofa, dressed in dark clothes, quite different from the usual white karate kimono, your favorite spectator was there; savoring you with his eyes, undressing you in his thoughts.
There was no air and you felt everything spin, but you composed yourself and a smile appeared on your lips, directed only at him.
And the music seemed even more sensual and your desire to dance forever returned with full force. Now, having your target of interest with all the desire rooted in you, you have returned to dancing. For him.
That's where your game of seduction began.
You moved your body slowly, your hips seemed to have a life of their own and were inviting for him to hold and press you against that area of ââhis that was already starting to wake up just by watching you dance.
But he remained seated on the leather sofa, sipping his drink slowly, not letting any of your movements go unnoticed. He could feel his erection starting to bother him inside his boxers, but he ignored it. It was nice to see you dancing just for him.
Your dance lasted a few more minutes and you got tired of dancing, you walked away from the dance floor and went in the opposite direction where Akaza was. Through the windowpane you saw reflected the image of him getting up and coming after you.
He seemed to understand that you were playing with him. So he also started playing with you.
It was as if you had gone back to the weekdays when you only ate each other with your eyes. But other than that, now you were free and could go with him anywhere. But it wouldn't be that easy. You wanted to test him. You wanted to know if he was willing to sacrifice his pride to have you. You hadn't dressed up so much for a mediocre guy. You wanted to be rewarded, and your reward came from his willpower to take you to him.
And that huge house looked the size of a grain of rice next to the flames that consumed the two of you every time you bumped into each other around corners.
He would chase you like a cat and you would fly away from him like a bird. People noticed and were giggling at the almost childlike scene. But you were having fun.
It was fun to see his desire for you burning brightly in his eyes every time you accidentally bumped into him. And he downed another glass of some drink before he glared at you.
When he was in the bar at the party, with his back to the counter, both elbows resting on the solid wood top, you walked past him and, as if there was no room for you to pass, you rubbed against him for a long time. You saw the moment his left arm almost flew towards you to grab you around the waist, but you were quicker to dodge.
You almost laughed when you heard him let out a loud sigh of frustration and the amusement increased when you saw a friend of his, who was handing out drinks to guests, make fun of him.
He didn't mind, he was really enjoying your boldness.
No woman had ever left him in this state of despair. And with each passing moment, your dress clung more to your skin, making you even hotter and making him a starving wretch.
-
You came back from the bathroom after making sure your makeup was still intact and your dress was in place. You really loved your image reflected in the mirror, you felt even more powerful.
Returning to the crowd, after ordering another drink, the song that started playing was your all-time favorite to dance to.
And so you returned to your show.
The same dance steps, the same sensuality imbued in every movement of your hips and the same liberating sensation in seeing him admiring you burned under your closed eyelids.
But unlike before, the admiring looks were ammunition for you to intensify sensuality. Everyone felt even disconcerted seeing you. Men and women ate their lust with alcohol because they knew you were the target of Akaza's spell. And no one would dare even come close to the woman he'd been lusting after for so long.
His fame grew from rumors that he was really merciless towards his enemies, and he did nothing to deny such rumors. He let his own name be smeared like he let his own skin be smudged by the needles with yet another tattoo.
Oblivious to these internal struggles in everyone around you, you danced like there was no tomorrow. With eyes closed, holding the glass of drink firmly in your hands so you don't spill the liquid through your body movements.
You were lucky enough to stay pretty sober even after drinking a considerable amount of alcohol. But this time you controlled yourself, you really didn't want to lose consciousness of your own actions; you wish you were wide awake when you were finally in some secluded corner with Akaza.
With that in mind, you let yourself be carried away by the rhythm of the dance, without opening your eyes even once so as not to lose the courage that gave life to your movements. But with all that noise, that loud music and the hustle you needed to get your throat wet, and when you started to take a sip of your drink, you felt the glass being taken from your hand at the same time that a strong arm grabbed you by the waist, keeping you trapped there.
It was inevitable to be scared, eyes open automatically and heart skipping beats, you looked at whoever grabbed you like that and felt a shiver run down your spine when you recognized the muscular arm covered in tattoos â which were always hidden by the long sleeve of the kimono â and with your eyes you roamed his torso until you saw his head tilted back exposing his pale neck and the adam's apple that went up and down with each sip of your drink that was being sent inside. After he had finished drinking it all, he turned his head to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that still held the empty glass.
His blue eyes fixed on you defiantly, matching the grip of his arm around your waist. The message was clear: you wouldn't escape him anymore.
 âDance again, princess,â he said huskily against your ear. Despite the loud sound, you heard it perfectly and felt an electric shock go through your spine.
His command was automatic.
You didn't notice the moment when a friend of his passed by you and took the glass from Akaza's hand and walked away again to leave you two alone, but you noticed when his other arm closed around your waist, holding you closer to him, making you feel his virility against you.
It was enough for you to move your hips again, making him follow you.
You were really surprised to see that he was such a great dancer. The people around you too. And before everyone's eyes, your dance awakened in everyone there an irrepressible desire that made them go out looking for a partner for a dance or for a sex.
Your breathing was already ragged and you could feel his hot breath intensified by the air that was also faltering. It was already unbearable that fire was burning both of you.
His hands itched to get inside the slit of your dress and touch you there, in front of everyone, but he controlled himself. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly.
Without saying anything, he led you off the dance floor and you let yourself be guided to the staircase that led to the second floor of the house.
His arm was tight around your waist as you held the black fabric of his shirt tight. You walked up the steps with agonizing slowness, and at the top, you saw people and more people descending, passing you by. And some of them looking at you angrily. It wasn't until you saw the host, and your "Cupid" waving everyone out of there that you understood.
The three pats that Akaza's friend gave him on the shoulder, as if congratulating him, only confirmed everything. The two sure planned that. You wanted to laugh, but you just smiled, this time with your eyes too, at the boy who was winking at you and giving you access to the upper floor, which was now empty. Just so you could enjoy the rest of the party away from everyone and everything.
Having you under his grasp, Akaza didn't let you go one step further to pull you by the waist, turn you to him and seek your lips in a greedy kiss. Your knees buckled when his tongue brushed yours and you felt the fruity taste of your drink he took in it and the way your lips moved in harmony. It was inevitable to gasp between the kiss as you felt his big hands sliding down your bare back, burning every inch of skin their touch reached until they were perfectly fitted to your ass.
Instinctively, you clung even closer to him. The arms around his broad, firm shoulders compelled you to press your breasts into his chest, and your body temperature rose higher every time he tightened his grip on your ass cheeks. And he swallowed all the moans you let out when he squeezed your flesh so hard.
"You're perfect, hm?" he said, still with his lips on yours. âYou have a nice ass, you know that?â
Taken by the boldness caused by his words, you also slid your hands down his sides in search of the hem of his black shirt to pull it up in order to take it off. He noticed and stopped you, but it was only to lead you to the couch that was there. He sat up and pulled you onto his lap. It didn't take you long to move your hips over the erection that felt tight against the thick fabric of the black pants he wore. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles against your soft palms. You couldn't stop creating scenes of his strong arms handling you like you were a doll. On the other hand, he seemed to want to know every part of your body, since his hands didn't stay still either. They passed over your bare back and down to your waist, to then land on your thighs where they left a squeeze that made you gasp and imagine that the next day you would be all sore.
His lips felt soft and moist as they slid down your neck to between your breasts. You held tight to the pink strands of his hair, rubbing them harder against his face, which he gladly accepted. Not content with licking, sucking, and biting the skin that was exposed, he used his hands to squeeze your breasts over the fabric of the dress still, earning you a firmer shimmy on his hard cock. You two grunted together.
When he worshiped your body enough, he grabbed you around the waist to lay you on the large couch and then lay on top of your body, you didn't take long to wrap your legs around his waist when he started moving your intimacies in a more erotic and obscene dance. You slid the tips of your nails down his back, over his shirt, just to tease him and win him another kiss, now softer and wetter.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he said as he parted his lips, staring into your face. "You can't imagine how much I dreamed of having you like this."
You couldn't help but smile and even thought about saying the same, but you let the words die in your throat and instead you placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, making him laugh.
"I need to take my heels off..." you said hoarsely.
More than quickly, he got up from your body. Thinking he was giving you space for that, you were surprised to see him undo and unroll the leather strap from your ankles, doing the same with his other foot, and in the next moment you felt the ambient air beat against yours. tired and bare feet. It was a relief. Holding your feet together, Akaza gently placed them on each of his knees, leaving your legs bent and slightly apart. In this position, it was easier for him to slide his hands all over your legs, enter the dress that was tangled up under your ass and even reach the waistband of your panties, realizing his intention, it was instinctive the way you stood up your hips so he could remove that piece. With agonizing slowness, he slid the garment down to your ankles and you lifted your feet for him to take it off at once. And then your panties joined your heels on the floor.
Akaza went back to lie down on your body. With one hand above your head and the other between your legs, looking for your wetness. You felt almost shy to be so wet like that, but unlike you, it was a smile he broke out as his fingers penetrated your hot, dripping insides with immense ease. He was the reason to get someone like you in that situation.
The sighs that escaped your parted lips together with your joined eyebrows forming a crease between them indicated how immersed you were in the pleasure that his fingers were giving you, making him reach deep into you with two fingers, sometimes fucking you until wet sounds came out from your pussy, or massaging your clit to the point of making you almost cum. But he soon stopped what he was doing and stood up enough to spread your legs wide and look at your throbbing intimacy.
If it wasn't for the horny, you would even feel shy to see him with an expression loaded with malice while looking at your pussy that he kept open with his fingers.
And also what made you even more aroused was the immense volume in his pants. Deftly, taking him by surprise, you closed your legs on his arm and made a move to change position. He couldn't resist and let you be on top. It was automatic for his hands to fly up to grab your waist once you were sitting so deliciously over his crotch. Looking at you from the bottom up, you looked even more attractive with your boobs almost popping from the neckline of your dress.
Shit, you were so fucking hot in that outfit he didn't even want to take you out of it when he fucked you.
But you had other plans. The sound of the side zipper being unzipped drew his attention to your hand as it slid smoothly, making the fabric of the dress peel away from your skin and reveal it to him. And in the next instant, Akaza's eyes were graced by the sight of your perfect body completely free of the piece. At least from the waist up.
Your swollen nipples invited his fingers to hold them between them. Akaza accepted the invitation and pinched them lightly, making you gasp and shift in place, rubbing more wet cunt over his erection.
âDamn it girl, you're going to make me cum before I even fuck you the way I want to,â he muttered through clenched teeth.
More than quickly, you gently took both of his hands that were playing with your tits and took them away, but only to lie sinuously over his body.
As your soft lips found the pale skin of his neck, your hand found the button on his pants. Between bites and licks, you unzipped his fly and slid your hand inside his boxers, where you gripped his cock tightly and pulled it out. He sighed close to your ear and you felt your pussy pulse and lubricate even more as you felt it thick, long and heavy in your palm.
Damn, you were pretty sure he'd rip you apart just fine when he was getting inside you.
You jerked him off a little, running your palm over his wet head with pre-cum, loving to feel him vibrate and pulse in your hand and then you moved your lips down his body, kissing his chest still covered by his shirt until you reached his lower abdomen of him where you slid the licks to his crotch, feeling the texture of the growing hairs pricking your tongue, but not bothering you at all, because you were happy to smell soap indicating a good hygiene. You really expected that from him, he looked like he took very good care of himself. But reflections aside, you just ran the tip of your tongue along the bulging veins of his cock until you reached the dripping tip. Holding his dick firmly by the base, you stared for a while at what you were about to taste. He knew how to be attractive even in the intimate area, you thought to yourself just before taking his head into your mouth and closing your lips around it, using your tongue to roam the slit, bringing the taste of pre-cum to your taste buds. When you've tasted him enough, you relaxed your throat and slid your lips all the way down until you felt him all in your mouth and at that moment profanity escaped Akaza's mouth and the veins throbbed against your lips so deliciously around his cock.
You held his entire dick in your mouth for a few seconds before starting a light fellatio. His cock felt like it got bigger every time you let go and swallowed it again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you had to make an effort not to choke. Saliva leaked out from the corners of your lips, but you continued. Occasionally, you would hold it with your hand and leave it still to lick its full length and give its head a hard suck only to be graced by its grunt and, without warning, stuff it all over your mouth again, feeling it in the back of your throat. and kept him standing there for a few seconds to play with his balls a little. And that whole combination just made Akaza hold on to your hair with some force, making your scalp burn a bit and feel your body shake from the coming orgasm.
âI'm cumming,â he warned through gritted teeth, eyes rolling.
At this point, you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off firmly until you felt his cock throb and release the jets of cum in your hand, making a line run down your wrist, like a slimy bracelet. You paid close attention to his contorted face of pleasure. Damn beautiful while the dirtiest words came out of his lips and his dick was softening in your hand as the last drops escaped from the crack.
But it wouldn't take long for him to get hard again.
It was enough for you to slowly take off your dress and get completely naked for him, staring at him with your lewd look of a naughty girl while playing with your little fingers in your pussy that he soon felt that familiar burning spread to his cock, making him erect again.
But this time, he wanted to be on top. He wanted your beautiful legs to be around his waist, over his shoulders or anywhere he could grab them when he was pounding deep into your pussy. Before that, he took off his clothes quickly, giving you a wide view of his perfect body. The bulging muscles were very evenly distributed, and not only were his arms covered in tattoos, but his chest as well. Various arts covering the best of them.
After being with you deliciously under his body, he sought your lips in an obscene kiss.
You shivered and moaned handily every time you felt his cock rubbing against your belly, thigh or even your wet entrance when he was moving his body against yours, as he had when you were dancing. Akaza knew very well how to move your body and knew that you had the movements loose and used that to knead a little as a warm-up before the act itself.
When you were warm enough, Akaza grabbed both of your ankles and brought them to either side of your body. With his knees bent, he pulled you up by your legs, slid you across the couch and sat on your ankles so your ass was on his knees. Having you completely at his mercy, he ran his finger over your clit and down to your entrance, fucked you a little with one finger and adjusted himself just enough for his cock to rub against your wetness. You sighed and gripped your nipples tightly as you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves before you felt his length being crushed by your walls in that delicious invasion.
âYou're so bigâŠâ you moaned, feeling your cunt tighten against his cock.
âYou who are tight as hell, princess. My cock is being crushed, ahâŠâ He groaned and pulled your waist with some force to be fully inside you.
You two moaned in unison.
The way your pussy greedily took his cock, as if it wanted him to stay buried there forever, was enough for Akaza to almost combust. The way you pulsed around his length was too much for him to handle. And the conflict between wanting to fuck you hard and quickly and seeing your pussy welcome him and expel with the same intensity in a slow and contemplative way was established. But he opted for the second option. It was wonderful to have such a pretty pussy welcoming him so well.
But soon the urgency took over you.
âPlease, fuck me hard⊠FasterâŠâ
And he couldn't deny such sweet pleads. Then his hips worked on the speed and force of the thrusts. He moved back and forth, making your body jolt every time he hit deep inside you, making your breasts bounce with it. You got more and more desperate and louder when his cock punished your pussy so brutally and as a bonus, you twitched around him as if you were milking him.
âDamn princess, youâre squeezing me so fucking goodâŠâ
The compliments along with the strong thrusts made you moan more and roll on his cock, feeling him in every unexplored corner of your interior, even your cervix.
You rolled your eyes and squirmed, reaching for help on the back of the couch, causing his cock to tighten further.
He held you around the waist, just to keep you in place, and without leaving you, he folded your legs against your chest and lay down on top of it, just to be able to look at your little face up close.
You gasped in surprise as you realized that in this new position he was able to reach even deeper. The strong thrusts just didn't fill the air because of the wet noise caused by your sex because of the loud music that was still going on, which you regretted, you really wanted to hear the sound of his balls hitting your ass.
You stood with your eyes open, fixed on that blue ocean of his. His lips were parted and moist from the way he ran his tongue every time you twitched so well on his cock. As he smacked you deep, the two of you looked at each other so affectionately. He rested one of his arms above your head while the other he used to caress your face and run his thumb along your bottom lip and then force it into your mouth. You sucked his thumb hard and it caused his cock to pulse inside you.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered and withdrew his finger from your mouth.
With the same hand, he slid up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva all the way and his hand closed on your throat. He didn't squeeze, just left his hand there. You wanted him to squeeze, but you didn't ask for it.
When his movements became erratic, indicating he was cumming soon, he shifted you again, this time making your body sideways from the waist down. He lifted your leg and thrust his cock into you again in one thrust, making you moan loudly. In this new position, he had to keep the thrusts short and deep so his cock didn't keep coming out. As he already felt more sensitive, he slid his hand to your clit and with his fingers and pressed against that sensitive and pulsating point and massaged it a lot, making you contract even more against him until orgasm.
"Oh⊠just like that, princess, cum in my dickâŠ" he instructed you in a hoarse and broken voice.
And with your whole body shaking, you came and closed your legs so he would stop stimulating you, but making your pussy tighten with agony around his length and he then announced that he couldn't take it anymore.
Withdrawing from you, he painted your ass with his seed.
Panting, disheveled, and completely covered in bodily fluids, the two of you tried to recover together. He pulled you up again to turn you to face him so he could see your beautiful post-orgasm face.
The first to break the silence, after breathing normalized a little, was him to invite you:
âWant to go over to my place now so we can end the night somewhere less noisy? I'll take you home later.â
You were too happy to refuse.
You dressed quickly and he led you to a door that led to a staircase that led straight to the laundry area. Unnoticed by anyone, you left the party. Luckily, a taxi came quickly and dropped you off in front of his house.
Your night ended with pleasant conversation, you had a lot in common, and a few more rounds of sex. No rush this time.
He kept his promise to take you home later, but only after you'd slept for a good part of the day, spooning, after taking a shower together.
And from that day forward, his house would become your second home, just as yours became for him.
hi, babies <3 the requests are being written, as well as the fourth part of the debt series c: and I'm also working on some darker stuff⊠hope you guys don't mind it, i've been dark these days
Leah!! how are u? i hope youâre doing well <3 just had another sinful idea/request, so iâm here to share it with u đ how about a nsfw + modern! au + long one-shot where the reader and akaza have been pining for each other for awhile, but all they ever do is casually flirt with each other and never go past that,,, but everyone knows theyâve undressed the other one with their eyes at least 100 times so one day, they both attend a party, but the reader is feeling a lil bold that night and wants to test Akazaâs patience by wearing something that flatters her too well; constantly giving him bedroom eyes; innocently/accidentally brushing up against him too much; etc. Eventually, he snaps, and once he gets an opportunity to escape with her to somewhere more private (literally could just be in another room lmao), things escalate,,, and wellâŠletâs just say he has to remind her that everything comes with a consequence <3 tbh, i think the only thing Iâd prefer to not read is choking but yeah,,, we both know that the only route that this will go down will be FILTHY so Iâll let u do what u wish with it~ thank you âáą. Ì« .áąâ âĄ
p.s. hopped onto my second acc bc I actually remembered it existed,,, so maybe I can save some face for my main acc even tho I didnât brother the first two times đżđż
hi, rose, i'm fine and you? i need to apologize again for taking sooooo long to write, but i finally got it. i really hope you like it (espicially the bj part heh)!!
warning: modern!au, alcohol use, vaginal fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, heavy sexual tension, and more
summary: you and akaza have been lusting after each other for two weeks, until, at a party, you dance for him until he leads you to a more private place to finally have you the way he wanted from the first day he saw you.
When you got out of the taxi, you could feel the ground vibrating with the intensity of the loud music heard so many meters away. Surely the party was in full swing and you regretted arriving so late.
Although confident, you felt shy about being the target of all the attention. And even though you were feeling beautiful, it still wasn't enough for you to calm the anxiety that raged through every particle of you.
But with your head held high, the sound of your heels hitting the cobblestone floor being drowned out by the music, you headed towards that huge, elegant house.
From the foot of the stairs that gave access to the mansion, you saw people talking, drinking, watching quietly in their corners, smoking, laughing or making out in the dark corners in the extensive front garden.
Without giving so much importance to what was already expected of a party watered with alcohol and loud music, you took the first step. Carefully so as not to hurt your feet or ruin the heel you were wearing, you followed it until you reached the whole staircase.
And then you were noticed.
Like in a movie where the high point is when the ugly, clumsy protagonist who appears magically beautiful one morning, all eyes are on you. It was like a trance where you passed through the curious crowd. The voices ceased as if a conductor had signaled the orchestra to stop, leaving only the sound of the music to accompany each step you took.
Although it was horrible to be the target of so much attention, your confidence increased when you saw that the looks were pure admiration and approval.
At the front door, greeting all the guests, the host, seeing you, smiled from ear to ear.
âYou really came!â he exclaimed in unusual excitement.
~*~
The big news in the quiet town you lived in was the opening of a Karate school on the main avenue â which you had to follow to get to your place of work. With the novelty, new scenarios began to happen, such as the march of boys and girls of all ages wearing white kimonos and colored sashes tied around their waists in the same direction and also the pile of pamphlets handed out on street corners, inviting people to visit the Dojo and even the posts on social networks publicizing the institution's inauguration. At first, you didn't give it that much importance, you just thought that it would be good for children and teenagers to be interested in martial arts, because it was good for both the body and the mind, but none of that aroused anything else in you. Not until you see their sensei.
Handsome and strong were the main adjectives you would describe him. With his posture erect, his kimono perfectly aligned with his athletic physique, and his black belt proudly tied around his waist, he had a crooked smile that never seemed to leave his lips, being the way he greeted you on a hot Tuesday morning when you passed in front of the Dojo. His hair was dyed a fuchsia shade, which against the first rays of sunlight turned an almost gaudy pink. Although you didn't know if he was smiling directly at you or at his students who were walking behind you, you did notice that his blue eyes followed you until he was left behind.
At that moment, a routine of flirting was pre-established, and the spark of mutual interest would grow until it took the form of a small flame.
-
The flirtation that started with bright looks and shy smiles started to change to more intense looks and more ingratiating smiles. Although the children, in their infinite innocence, would always direct you every morning you passed in front of the Dojo as 'Akaza-sensei's girlfriend', the adults would begin to roll their eyes at how slowly your relationship progressed. Relationship was still a far cry from what the two of you had, because even though sexual tension was almost knife-edgeable, neither of you took a step to change it.
For outsiders, it was funny to see your behavior change drastically every time you saw each other. Akaza straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and raised his voice to say âGood morningâ as manly as he could, while you lowered your head a little, took a lock of hair and wrapped it around your finger gently and answered his greeting in a voice brimming with sweetness.
And you continued at that for two weeks. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to lead to significant change.
You were frustrated because you always expected the first step to come from him. It wasn't because you thought it was his duty, but because your shyness insisted on inhibiting your courage. And you could no longer hide your desire to untie that black belt knot to finally know if what he was hiding inside his kimono was as good as in the wet dreams you had with him.
Akaza was also starting to feel sick. Seeing you passing every day in front of the Dojo, wearing those light clothes or clothes that valued your attributes without being able to pull you into a corner and greet you the way he wanted, without being the boring "good morning" followed by a rogue smile, was driving him almost crazy.
He was tired of just dreaming about you. His dreams were nothing like the restrained flirtations that took place in real life, and perhaps this was more of a torture than a relief, as it was so uncomfortable to always wake up with a hard-on and have to pretend all day that you weren't out of his mind for even a second.
However, to the joy of both of you, the opportunity finally came.
It was on a Wednesday morning, after the two weeks you had started flirting, that an invitation was extended. Not for him, though.
In fact, you didn't even see him that day, but one of Dojo's helpers, who you assumed was his personal friend. So unlike the anxiety you felt every time you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing when this guy smiled at you and greeted you. Cordially, you answered the greeting and went on your way to work. Not being a big deal, not causing a mess in your guts, this contact with another man, you stopped when he called you, maybe it was the growing curiosity about the handsome young man and the hope to know something about him. You looked at him, without showing a smile, and found his hand extended to you, and stuck between your fingers, a piece of paper. Without ceasing to smile, he said:
"Next Friday I'm having a party at my house, to celebrate the opening of the Dojo. It was supposed to happen a few days ago, but we only managed to organize ourselves now and we can finally celebrate." He paused to peer inside as if making sure no one saw him talking to you, then said again, "That's the address and time." And he handed you a torn paper with address information written in pencil to you. "Oh, make sure you look great, he'll be there..."
He gave you a wink and without letting you say anything, he entered the room quickly as soon as he heard someone's voice calling out to him.
Noticing the emphasis on âheâ, you immediately knew that everyone agreed that you two should finally evolve in the relationship, and that somehow cheered you up, it was good to know that there were people who supported you both.
But still it made you apprehensive. He's not the one who invited you.
However, the next day, things got better once in a while when you accidentally overheard a snippet of his conversation with his mini-students.
"Our party won't be allowing children, boy," the young man replied smiling, in a teasing tone.
âWhy not, Akaza-sensei?â and more children's voices were overlapping each other with questions.
"Because the children's party has already happened, now it's the adults' turn to celebrate," he replied, making his students stop talking, respecting the hierarchy. "But she can go," he finished, pointing at you.
"Oh, sure, she's your girlfriend!" a little girl said, frustrated.
"She's not my girlfriend," he tried to clarify. "Yet."
Your heart almost went out of your mouth to be noticed by him, and to have been caught listening to the private conversation. But at the same time you were immensely happy to know that you were really welcome at the party (and in his heart).
What was not very pleasant was the anxiety that took over you when you thought of the countless possibilities that this party would bring you. Would you walk out of there with him, or would you be disappointed?
But that wasn't an issue at the moment, the biggest issue was what clothes you would wear. You weren't used to going to parties.
Incredibly, the week passed and the day of the party arrived faster than you could have imagined.
By the reflection of the computer screen turned off in front of you, you thought you were pathetic to realize that there were huge dark circles under your eyes, indicating how much insomnia you had throughout the week. You felt like you had been trampled by a herd. It was even embarrassing for you to feel that way. It was just a party. There was no reason to be so upset.
But it wasn't like you could control those feelings, it was the first time in years of avoiding being interested in someone that you found yourself wanting to have an affair, a romance or anything like that with someone else.
So you would do anything to seize the opportunity and have fun too.
-
As your Friday shift ended an hour earlier than the rest of the weekdays, you walked quickly to your house.
Despite feeling exhausted, the lump in your throat seemed to grow with each passing second. Hands that were trembling, cold and damp with sweat, didn't let you concentrate properly on your task of getting ready.
The whole day you spent thinking about that party, planning and creating fantasies in your head of what it would be like to meet Akaza in an environment conducive to getting closer to him.
And the dress issue was resolved as soon as you remembered one in particular that stayed in your wardrobe for years, abandoned as if you forbade you to remember it. And in a way, that's what happened. That dress was the kind of garment one had exactly one reason to wear. Someone would only wear it if they wanted to be the center of attention; or someone's target. And you really wanted to be targeted by someone.
You smiled at your image in the mirror, you were looking amazing wearing a red dress that was low-cut in the front, the back open to your lower back and a slit that revealed almost an entire leg. If Akaza didn't notice you, it wouldn't be all bad, you were noticing yourself.
Although it would be impossible for him not to look at you dressed in something so⊠bold, when he looked at you even when you were wearing your everyday clothes at the office.
Walking around to see the fit from other angles, you felt satisfied.
Perfect outfit for the right occasion.
~*~
Standing in front of the host, the friend of Akaza, you felt hyperventilating with such anxiety. He, on the other hand, seemed amused as he scrutinized you. You could even swear he was fighting a battle against himself, but you believed it was something created by your head that worked hard to make you feel the most desired woman there.
"You really came ready for the kill," he commented with a smile. âIf this was a prom, the queen's crown would already be yours,â he winked at you and slipped through the door, letting you through.
You thanked him and finally entered the house.
It was really a beautiful place and it was packed with people. Just as it happened on the outside, the people there also looked at you. And this time, recognizing some faces and being surprised that these people, who had nothing to do with the Dojo, were guests at the party too, you saw them looking at each other after checking you out and making comments in each other's ears, letting out giggles as they looked around as if looking for someone, making you swallow hard and look for a place farther away until the eyes started to leave you.
-
You felt reckless and wanted to run away, so you needed some liquid disinhibitor. You went to the bar of that mansion and asked for wine, because it was a drink that made you brave without getting you drunk.
When the alcohol had already entered your bloodstream and started to take effect, the beat of the music, the right atmosphere and all that magic in the air cradled your body in a slow dance that took shape to something more intimate and pleasant to look at. .
Your closed eyes prevented you from seeing people looking at you from the corner of their eyes and commenting on you. But it didn't matter, you were completely engulfed by the mood and feeling light as a feather and this was reflected in the smooth movements of your hips and waist that moved like a snake approaching its prey.
The eyes burned you in the back, it was even uncomfortable, but being seen so much, so admired, made you just want to keep dancing until the end of the party and even after.
But the disappointment still grew in your chest and spread. You haven't seen Akaza yet. He hadn't looked at you or smiled at you. What was the use of you producing so much if whoever was supposed to see you dance wasn't there?
The looks began to weigh as the rhythm of your body became more indecent, more vulgar. The slit in your dress almost exposed your panties and the cleavage barely kept your tits inside them.
The alcohol taking effect was like a curse taking hold. At the same time it uninhibited you, it made you upset for not getting what you wanted.
And suddenly you hated being looked at. You hated being the center of attention. You hated the admiration of people who didn't interest you.
You hated coming to this party.
And when your body couldn't hold so much dissatisfaction anymore, you opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were blue eyes, sharp as a blade, looking straight at you. In the distance, sitting on the leather sofa, dressed in dark clothes, quite different from the usual white karate kimono, your favorite spectator was there; savoring you with his eyes, undressing you in his thoughts.
There was no air and you felt everything spin, but you composed yourself and a smile appeared on your lips, directed only at him.
And the music seemed even more sensual and your desire to dance forever returned with full force. Now, having your target of interest with all the desire rooted in you, you have returned to dancing. For him.
That's where your game of seduction began.
You moved your body slowly, your hips seemed to have a life of their own and were inviting for him to hold and press you against that area of ââhis that was already starting to wake up just by watching you dance.
But he remained seated on the leather sofa, sipping his drink slowly, not letting any of your movements go unnoticed. He could feel his erection starting to bother him inside his boxers, but he ignored it. It was nice to see you dancing just for him.
Your dance lasted a few more minutes and you got tired of dancing, you walked away from the dance floor and went in the opposite direction where Akaza was. Through the windowpane you saw reflected the image of him getting up and coming after you.
He seemed to understand that you were playing with him. So he also started playing with you.
It was as if you had gone back to the weekdays when you only ate each other with your eyes. But other than that, now you were free and could go with him anywhere. But it wouldn't be that easy. You wanted to test him. You wanted to know if he was willing to sacrifice his pride to have you. You hadn't dressed up so much for a mediocre guy. You wanted to be rewarded, and your reward came from his willpower to take you to him.
And that huge house looked the size of a grain of rice next to the flames that consumed the two of you every time you bumped into each other around corners.
He would chase you like a cat and you would fly away from him like a bird. People noticed and were giggling at the almost childlike scene. But you were having fun.
It was fun to see his desire for you burning brightly in his eyes every time you accidentally bumped into him. And he downed another glass of some drink before he glared at you.
When he was in the bar at the party, with his back to the counter, both elbows resting on the solid wood top, you walked past him and, as if there was no room for you to pass, you rubbed against him for a long time. You saw the moment his left arm almost flew towards you to grab you around the waist, but you were quicker to dodge.
You almost laughed when you heard him let out a loud sigh of frustration and the amusement increased when you saw a friend of his, who was handing out drinks to guests, make fun of him.
He didn't mind, he was really enjoying your boldness.
No woman had ever left him in this state of despair. And with each passing moment, your dress clung more to your skin, making you even hotter and making him a starving wretch.
-
You came back from the bathroom after making sure your makeup was still intact and your dress was in place. You really loved your image reflected in the mirror, you felt even more powerful.
Returning to the crowd, after ordering another drink, the song that started playing was your all-time favorite to dance to.
And so you returned to your show.
The same dance steps, the same sensuality imbued in every movement of your hips and the same liberating sensation in seeing him admiring you burned under your closed eyelids.
But unlike before, the admiring looks were ammunition for you to intensify sensuality. Everyone felt even disconcerted seeing you. Men and women ate their lust with alcohol because they knew you were the target of Akaza's spell. And no one would dare even come close to the woman he'd been lusting after for so long.
His fame grew from rumors that he was really merciless towards his enemies, and he did nothing to deny such rumors. He let his own name be smeared like he let his own skin be smudged by the needles with yet another tattoo.
Oblivious to these internal struggles in everyone around you, you danced like there was no tomorrow. With eyes closed, holding the glass of drink firmly in your hands so you don't spill the liquid through your body movements.
You were lucky enough to stay pretty sober even after drinking a considerable amount of alcohol. But this time you controlled yourself, you really didn't want to lose consciousness of your own actions; you wish you were wide awake when you were finally in some secluded corner with Akaza.
With that in mind, you let yourself be carried away by the rhythm of the dance, without opening your eyes even once so as not to lose the courage that gave life to your movements. But with all that noise, that loud music and the hustle you needed to get your throat wet, and when you started to take a sip of your drink, you felt the glass being taken from your hand at the same time that a strong arm grabbed you by the waist, keeping you trapped there.
It was inevitable to be scared, eyes open automatically and heart skipping beats, you looked at whoever grabbed you like that and felt a shiver run down your spine when you recognized the muscular arm covered in tattoos â which were always hidden by the long sleeve of the kimono â and with your eyes you roamed his torso until you saw his head tilted back exposing his pale neck and the adam's apple that went up and down with each sip of your drink that was being sent inside. After he had finished drinking it all, he turned his head to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that still held the empty glass.
His blue eyes fixed on you defiantly, matching the grip of his arm around your waist. The message was clear: you wouldn't escape him anymore.
 âDance again, princess,â he said huskily against your ear. Despite the loud sound, you heard it perfectly and felt an electric shock go through your spine.
His command was automatic.
You didn't notice the moment when a friend of his passed by you and took the glass from Akaza's hand and walked away again to leave you two alone, but you noticed when his other arm closed around your waist, holding you closer to him, making you feel his virility against you.
It was enough for you to move your hips again, making him follow you.
You were really surprised to see that he was such a great dancer. The people around you too. And before everyone's eyes, your dance awakened in everyone there an irrepressible desire that made them go out looking for a partner for a dance or for a sex.
Your breathing was already ragged and you could feel his hot breath intensified by the air that was also faltering. It was already unbearable that fire was burning both of you.
His hands itched to get inside the slit of your dress and touch you there, in front of everyone, but he controlled himself. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly.
Without saying anything, he led you off the dance floor and you let yourself be guided to the staircase that led to the second floor of the house.
His arm was tight around your waist as you held the black fabric of his shirt tight. You walked up the steps with agonizing slowness, and at the top, you saw people and more people descending, passing you by. And some of them looking at you angrily. It wasn't until you saw the host, and your "Cupid" waving everyone out of there that you understood.
The three pats that Akaza's friend gave him on the shoulder, as if congratulating him, only confirmed everything. The two sure planned that. You wanted to laugh, but you just smiled, this time with your eyes too, at the boy who was winking at you and giving you access to the upper floor, which was now empty. Just so you could enjoy the rest of the party away from everyone and everything.
Having you under his grasp, Akaza didn't let you go one step further to pull you by the waist, turn you to him and seek your lips in a greedy kiss. Your knees buckled when his tongue brushed yours and you felt the fruity taste of your drink he took in it and the way your lips moved in harmony. It was inevitable to gasp between the kiss as you felt his big hands sliding down your bare back, burning every inch of skin their touch reached until they were perfectly fitted to your ass.
Instinctively, you clung even closer to him. The arms around his broad, firm shoulders compelled you to press your breasts into his chest, and your body temperature rose higher every time he tightened his grip on your ass cheeks. And he swallowed all the moans you let out when he squeezed your flesh so hard.
"You're perfect, hm?" he said, still with his lips on yours. âYou have a nice ass, you know that?â
Taken by the boldness caused by his words, you also slid your hands down his sides in search of the hem of his black shirt to pull it up in order to take it off. He noticed and stopped you, but it was only to lead you to the couch that was there. He sat up and pulled you onto his lap. It didn't take you long to move your hips over the erection that felt tight against the thick fabric of the black pants he wore. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles against your soft palms. You couldn't stop creating scenes of his strong arms handling you like you were a doll. On the other hand, he seemed to want to know every part of your body, since his hands didn't stay still either. They passed over your bare back and down to your waist, to then land on your thighs where they left a squeeze that made you gasp and imagine that the next day you would be all sore.
His lips felt soft and moist as they slid down your neck to between your breasts. You held tight to the pink strands of his hair, rubbing them harder against his face, which he gladly accepted. Not content with licking, sucking, and biting the skin that was exposed, he used his hands to squeeze your breasts over the fabric of the dress still, earning you a firmer shimmy on his hard cock. You two grunted together.
When he worshiped your body enough, he grabbed you around the waist to lay you on the large couch and then lay on top of your body, you didn't take long to wrap your legs around his waist when he started moving your intimacies in a more erotic and obscene dance. You slid the tips of your nails down his back, over his shirt, just to tease him and win him another kiss, now softer and wetter.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he said as he parted his lips, staring into your face. "You can't imagine how much I dreamed of having you like this."
You couldn't help but smile and even thought about saying the same, but you let the words die in your throat and instead you placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, making him laugh.
"I need to take my heels off..." you said hoarsely.
More than quickly, he got up from your body. Thinking he was giving you space for that, you were surprised to see him undo and unroll the leather strap from your ankles, doing the same with his other foot, and in the next moment you felt the ambient air beat against yours. tired and bare feet. It was a relief. Holding your feet together, Akaza gently placed them on each of his knees, leaving your legs bent and slightly apart. In this position, it was easier for him to slide his hands all over your legs, enter the dress that was tangled up under your ass and even reach the waistband of your panties, realizing his intention, it was instinctive the way you stood up your hips so he could remove that piece. With agonizing slowness, he slid the garment down to your ankles and you lifted your feet for him to take it off at once. And then your panties joined your heels on the floor.
Akaza went back to lie down on your body. With one hand above your head and the other between your legs, looking for your wetness. You felt almost shy to be so wet like that, but unlike you, it was a smile he broke out as his fingers penetrated your hot, dripping insides with immense ease. He was the reason to get someone like you in that situation.
The sighs that escaped your parted lips together with your joined eyebrows forming a crease between them indicated how immersed you were in the pleasure that his fingers were giving you, making him reach deep into you with two fingers, sometimes fucking you until wet sounds came out from your pussy, or massaging your clit to the point of making you almost cum. But he soon stopped what he was doing and stood up enough to spread your legs wide and look at your throbbing intimacy.
If it wasn't for the horny, you would even feel shy to see him with an expression loaded with malice while looking at your pussy that he kept open with his fingers.
And also what made you even more aroused was the immense volume in his pants. Deftly, taking him by surprise, you closed your legs on his arm and made a move to change position. He couldn't resist and let you be on top. It was automatic for his hands to fly up to grab your waist once you were sitting so deliciously over his crotch. Looking at you from the bottom up, you looked even more attractive with your boobs almost popping from the neckline of your dress.
Shit, you were so fucking hot in that outfit he didn't even want to take you out of it when he fucked you.
But you had other plans. The sound of the side zipper being unzipped drew his attention to your hand as it slid smoothly, making the fabric of the dress peel away from your skin and reveal it to him. And in the next instant, Akaza's eyes were graced by the sight of your perfect body completely free of the piece. At least from the waist up.
Your swollen nipples invited his fingers to hold them between them. Akaza accepted the invitation and pinched them lightly, making you gasp and shift in place, rubbing more wet cunt over his erection.
âDamn it girl, you're going to make me cum before I even fuck you the way I want to,â he muttered through clenched teeth.
More than quickly, you gently took both of his hands that were playing with your tits and took them away, but only to lie sinuously over his body.
As your soft lips found the pale skin of his neck, your hand found the button on his pants. Between bites and licks, you unzipped his fly and slid your hand inside his boxers, where you gripped his cock tightly and pulled it out. He sighed close to your ear and you felt your pussy pulse and lubricate even more as you felt it thick, long and heavy in your palm.
Damn, you were pretty sure he'd rip you apart just fine when he was getting inside you.
You jerked him off a little, running your palm over his wet head with pre-cum, loving to feel him vibrate and pulse in your hand and then you moved your lips down his body, kissing his chest still covered by his shirt until you reached his lower abdomen of him where you slid the licks to his crotch, feeling the texture of the growing hairs pricking your tongue, but not bothering you at all, because you were happy to smell soap indicating a good hygiene. You really expected that from him, he looked like he took very good care of himself. But reflections aside, you just ran the tip of your tongue along the bulging veins of his cock until you reached the dripping tip. Holding his dick firmly by the base, you stared for a while at what you were about to taste. He knew how to be attractive even in the intimate area, you thought to yourself just before taking his head into your mouth and closing your lips around it, using your tongue to roam the slit, bringing the taste of pre-cum to your taste buds. When you've tasted him enough, you relaxed your throat and slid your lips all the way down until you felt him all in your mouth and at that moment profanity escaped Akaza's mouth and the veins throbbed against your lips so deliciously around his cock.
You held his entire dick in your mouth for a few seconds before starting a light fellatio. His cock felt like it got bigger every time you let go and swallowed it again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you had to make an effort not to choke. Saliva leaked out from the corners of your lips, but you continued. Occasionally, you would hold it with your hand and leave it still to lick its full length and give its head a hard suck only to be graced by its grunt and, without warning, stuff it all over your mouth again, feeling it in the back of your throat. and kept him standing there for a few seconds to play with his balls a little. And that whole combination just made Akaza hold on to your hair with some force, making your scalp burn a bit and feel your body shake from the coming orgasm.
âI'm cumming,â he warned through gritted teeth, eyes rolling.
At this point, you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off firmly until you felt his cock throb and release the jets of cum in your hand, making a line run down your wrist, like a slimy bracelet. You paid close attention to his contorted face of pleasure. Damn beautiful while the dirtiest words came out of his lips and his dick was softening in your hand as the last drops escaped from the crack.
But it wouldn't take long for him to get hard again.
It was enough for you to slowly take off your dress and get completely naked for him, staring at him with your lewd look of a naughty girl while playing with your little fingers in your pussy that he soon felt that familiar burning spread to his cock, making him erect again.
But this time, he wanted to be on top. He wanted your beautiful legs to be around his waist, over his shoulders or anywhere he could grab them when he was pounding deep into your pussy. Before that, he took off his clothes quickly, giving you a wide view of his perfect body. The bulging muscles were very evenly distributed, and not only were his arms covered in tattoos, but his chest as well. Various arts covering the best of them.
After being with you deliciously under his body, he sought your lips in an obscene kiss.
You shivered and moaned handily every time you felt his cock rubbing against your belly, thigh or even your wet entrance when he was moving his body against yours, as he had when you were dancing. Akaza knew very well how to move your body and knew that you had the movements loose and used that to knead a little as a warm-up before the act itself.
When you were warm enough, Akaza grabbed both of your ankles and brought them to either side of your body. With his knees bent, he pulled you up by your legs, slid you across the couch and sat on your ankles so your ass was on his knees. Having you completely at his mercy, he ran his finger over your clit and down to your entrance, fucked you a little with one finger and adjusted himself just enough for his cock to rub against your wetness. You sighed and gripped your nipples tightly as you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves before you felt his length being crushed by your walls in that delicious invasion.
âYou're so bigâŠâ you moaned, feeling your cunt tighten against his cock.
âYou who are tight as hell, princess. My cock is being crushed, ahâŠâ He groaned and pulled your waist with some force to be fully inside you.
You two moaned in unison.
The way your pussy greedily took his cock, as if it wanted him to stay buried there forever, was enough for Akaza to almost combust. The way you pulsed around his length was too much for him to handle. And the conflict between wanting to fuck you hard and quickly and seeing your pussy welcome him and expel with the same intensity in a slow and contemplative way was established. But he opted for the second option. It was wonderful to have such a pretty pussy welcoming him so well.
But soon the urgency took over you.
âPlease, fuck me hard⊠FasterâŠâ
And he couldn't deny such sweet pleads. Then his hips worked on the speed and force of the thrusts. He moved back and forth, making your body jolt every time he hit deep inside you, making your breasts bounce with it. You got more and more desperate and louder when his cock punished your pussy so brutally and as a bonus, you twitched around him as if you were milking him.
âDamn princess, youâre squeezing me so fucking goodâŠâ
The compliments along with the strong thrusts made you moan more and roll on his cock, feeling him in every unexplored corner of your interior, even your cervix.
You rolled your eyes and squirmed, reaching for help on the back of the couch, causing his cock to tighten further.
He held you around the waist, just to keep you in place, and without leaving you, he folded your legs against your chest and lay down on top of it, just to be able to look at your little face up close.
You gasped in surprise as you realized that in this new position he was able to reach even deeper. The strong thrusts just didn't fill the air because of the wet noise caused by your sex because of the loud music that was still going on, which you regretted, you really wanted to hear the sound of his balls hitting your ass.
You stood with your eyes open, fixed on that blue ocean of his. His lips were parted and moist from the way he ran his tongue every time you twitched so well on his cock. As he smacked you deep, the two of you looked at each other so affectionately. He rested one of his arms above your head while the other he used to caress your face and run his thumb along your bottom lip and then force it into your mouth. You sucked his thumb hard and it caused his cock to pulse inside you.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered and withdrew his finger from your mouth.
With the same hand, he slid up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva all the way and his hand closed on your throat. He didn't squeeze, just left his hand there. You wanted him to squeeze, but you didn't ask for it.
When his movements became erratic, indicating he was cumming soon, he shifted you again, this time making your body sideways from the waist down. He lifted your leg and thrust his cock into you again in one thrust, making you moan loudly. In this new position, he had to keep the thrusts short and deep so his cock didn't keep coming out. As he already felt more sensitive, he slid his hand to your clit and with his fingers and pressed against that sensitive and pulsating point and massaged it a lot, making you contract even more against him until orgasm.
"Oh⊠just like that, princess, cum in my dickâŠ" he instructed you in a hoarse and broken voice.
And with your whole body shaking, you came and closed your legs so he would stop stimulating you, but making your pussy tighten with agony around his length and he then announced that he couldn't take it anymore.
Withdrawing from you, he painted your ass with his seed.
Panting, disheveled, and completely covered in bodily fluids, the two of you tried to recover together. He pulled you up again to turn you to face him so he could see your beautiful post-orgasm face.
The first to break the silence, after breathing normalized a little, was him to invite you:
âWant to go over to my place now so we can end the night somewhere less noisy? I'll take you home later.â
You were too happy to refuse.
You dressed quickly and he led you to a door that led to a staircase that led straight to the laundry area. Unnoticed by anyone, you left the party. Luckily, a taxi came quickly and dropped you off in front of his house.
Your night ended with pleasant conversation, you had a lot in common, and a few more rounds of sex. No rush this time.
He kept his promise to take you home later, but only after you'd slept for a good part of the day, spooning, after taking a shower together.
And from that day forward, his house would become your second home, just as yours became for him.
May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)
hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.
summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and⊠with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.
warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")
Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them â the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life â were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: âThe night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.â You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.
You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.
Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless â away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life â you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house â a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days â and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.
However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.
Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.
However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.
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When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.
You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .
âAre you hurt?â she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.
 âWhy are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"
"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.
She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.
You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.
You wished you never saw him again.
But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.
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"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.
âI just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,â he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.
âWhat do you have against women, demon?â
ââŠâ
"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?
The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?
âLook, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I donât want to have to hurt you, pillar!â he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.
Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.
Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.
But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.
"Let me go!"
"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.
However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just⊠desperation.
And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.
In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.
âAs a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.â And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.
âHuh?â
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After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.
It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.
But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.
It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and⊠aroused.
âI will make you mine.â
What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?
You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.
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Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.
Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.
Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last â this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.
But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.
Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.
Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.
With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.
"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. âI recognize your face⊠you grew up well⊠you are as beautiful as your motherâŠâ
You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.
The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.
And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.
If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.
In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.
Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.
With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.
And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.
And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.
âAra, I missed the targetâ
"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,â he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.
âSo, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,â you said with false surprise in your voice.
"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."
You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.
You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.
âDo you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,â he said, approaching you dangerously.
Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.
"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."
âYou can call me Akaza.â He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."
"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."
And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.
"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.
âI just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.â
And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.
âAre you bluffing?â you asked, not showing apprehension.
"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.â And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
âShut up,â you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.
"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?â
"No."
"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?â
He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.
âTsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,â you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.
âYou're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.â With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. âNow we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,â he warned, looking you straight in the eye.
With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.
But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.
âYou know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?â Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. âOr is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.
You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.
You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.
âGet off of me.â You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.
And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.
"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.
âStop being cheeky!â
"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."
You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.
"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. âAnd moans more often like that too.â
You were silent and still.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.
"Why do you want to know that?!"
âI need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,â he replied like it was no big deal.
"Are you crazy?"
"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?â
âI refuse to answer that!â
âJust answer yes or no, what a bore,â he sighed wearily.
"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"
And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.
Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.
However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.
You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.
"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.
"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.
"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"
You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.
"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.
And he sighed and cursed.
Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.
"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.
"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.
'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good⊠unintentionally, he was already being good to you.
And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.
"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.
"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.
"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."
Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?
"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.
"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?" He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh. And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin. "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.
The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you. With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted â with your thigh trapped between his legs â you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.
 "Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.
He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.
"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.
You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.
"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?"Â you were already dismayed.
"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.
"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you. Deep down you hoped he had.
But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.
Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.
"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.
"I will not."Â You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.
He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands. You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.
Without you realizing it, you were under his body again. His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.
He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.
But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.
He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.
"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.
He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.
When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear. He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.
And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.
"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"
His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.
Damn demon.
And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.
He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying. Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.
"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.
When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.
âI'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,â he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.
Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours. His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle. Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult. He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.
When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.
"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.
He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.
But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.
"You like what you're seeing, don't you?"Â the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.
He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.
But he wanted to torture you some more.
He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.
"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."
You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention. You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.
"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.
You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.
âI'm notâŠâ you replied greedily.
"Excellent. Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?â He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.
"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?â You were truly offended. "I was married!"
He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.
âWhat happened to your husband?â And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.
âDon't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yesâŠâ You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.
âIndeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,â he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.
âYou should know when to shut up,â you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.
He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.
After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.
"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.
In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.
"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.
Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.
He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving. As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.
"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."
Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above. His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.
"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.
"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.
"Oh, fuckâŠ" you whimpered.
As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.
 "Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.
You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.
 "It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.
He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.
"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.
"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.
"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"
"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!"Â You were stunned by his cockiness.
"I'm just curious."Â He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."
You grumbled.
"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.
Akaza arched an eyebrow.
"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"
His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.
Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.
"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.
And you slapped him again, a little harder.
"Harder."
And yet another slapping sound was heard.
"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.
There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.
And he looked at you.
His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.
Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.
One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.
"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.
The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.
It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.
He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.
The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you. You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.
And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.
With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear. And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.
But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.
You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.
"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.
"Do you still have that in your head?"Â your voice is broken.
"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"
You knew he was right. But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.
However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.
a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3
Inccubus!Akaza x Fem!afab!Reader
summary: your mother sold you to an incubus for a lot of money, and when you were the right age, he came after your virginity and purity, but he only found a bitch who would fuck anyone. But he wouldn't leave empty-handed, not before he showed you that no one was allowed to touch what he was promised.
a/n: this plot was on my mind for a long time, so i gathered all my biggest fears and put it into it and it ended up making it a shameless smut that would make my mom cry blood if she read it
warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, dub-con, vaginal fingering, public degradation, public humiliation, lots os orgasm, blowjob
tw: abusive maternal relationship, dub-con
The first time you dreamed about him was when you lost your virginity.
A week after turning eighteen, you decided to step out from under your mother's religious and damning wing to test your own. Your first sexual experience was boring. Maybe this definition isn't enough for what you thought of sex, because boredom could still bring back certain memories a few days later and you could still tell your friends how bored you got when you spread your legs to that guy for him just take off his own pants and put them in you for less than two minutes, let out a moan and come inside the condom, without withdrawing from you.
You didn't even feel pain. In fact, you felt absolutely nothing. Was he too small? That's what you asked yourself. As mentioned above, it was such a void that you simply ignored it for the next few days, months, maybe years. Boredom would make you say something funny to make your friends laugh, but your experience made you shut up. When they asked you about the first time, you lied that you hadn't had one yet, because of your mother's overprotectiveness. Lucky for you, you had a wacky, shy matriarch who lowered you to the level of a worm when she suspected you weren't pure anymore. And using that to your advantage, you thought it was much better to be laughed at by your sex-savvy friends than to admit to them that your virginity was taken by a premature ejaculator who seemed to be disgusted to touch you.
The judgment didn't come from your mother at first. When you got home, with your clothes a little out of place from getting dressed as quickly as possible to get out of that guy's house and life, she accepted your excuse that you had showered at work and went to lock herself in bedroom and stayed maybe three hours there and left to make you regret for lying.
"You whore!" she yelled at you, making you feel her hot breath hit your face. "Who do you think you are to sleep with someone? So many times have I warned you to stay a virgin until the time is right? You fucking slut! I want you out of my sight! You can't even keep those legs closed next to one man? Are you such a cockslut? After all I taught you, did you still offer that dirty pussy to some asshole? I hate you, you bitch!"
And in addition to the verbal aggressions, there were also physical ones. Your face burned on both sides from the heavy slaps she gave. Your tears were already rolling down your face like small waterfalls next to nasal fluids. She only stopped cursing and hitting you when she got tired. Storming out the front door, leaving you lying on the kitchen floor, curled up in a fetal position, staring at your broken reflection in the glass of the stove's oven lid. And it was with this depressing scene that you gave in to sleep and slept right there.
That's when he appeared in your dreams, around a fog. His golden eyes as he looked at you lying on the floor, but no longer in the kitchen of your mother's house, squatting down beside you. His fingers ran over your aching face as he spoke accusing words, but in a slow, almost affectionate tone.
"If you had listened to your mother, none of this would have happened, little doll," he said, caressing your cheekbones and running his fingers down your nose until they landed on your trembling, crying-swollen lips, where he forced them with the tips for you to open. You resisted and he showed no displeasure. But his words weighed even more. "If you had kept your virginity for me, you wouldn't have had that bad experience with that asshole. But that's not a problem anymore, he won't even have the strength to get an erection anymore to displease another poor thing who fucks him," he almost hummed like a lullaby, now running his fingers through your hair. "My will was to kill him. Even though I made him almost dysfunctional when he set eyes on you, and made him incapable of making a woman cum, he still dared to touch what is mine. Unforgivable. I just won't do it because you consented. You took your clothes off for him. You showed that little virgin pussy to him. What a bad little girl... Bad girls who don't listen to mommy can't be forgiven, did you know that?" And using his other hand, he slid between your legs. You showed no resistance. Maybe it was the strange caresses he was giving you that made you expose yourself to him in search of some protection for the humiliations you went through from your mother. "But I know you'll disobey her again. And I know I'll have to wait a little longer to finally come and get what's rightfully mine." Now his fingers were sliding along your slit, in slow in and out movements. You were so entertained that you didn't even notice the moment he wrapped your panties around your crotch, leaving your entrance exposed. Unconsciously, you turned your hips to lean your ass on the floor and give him more access to your cunt, and then a moan came from deep in your throat as you felt his fingers hit a sensitive spot inside you. "You really are a loose woman. I didn't have to force you to open up to me. I should be furious about that, baby doll." Although he spoke softly, his caresses stopped and he started to mark your skin. Every part that his hands touched on your body was a moan of pain that you released when he sank his fingers into your flesh. You felt it all burn. And his fingers stuck in your pussy until the knots, making you mumble unintelligible things. You didn't know if it was the pain or the pleasure that made you tear up. Perhaps it was the combination of both sensations.
A few more finger thrusts, drawing wet sounds from your cunt, you felt something coming. It was weird and it burned you. And you grabbed his strong arm, which he used to fuck you, looking for protection and then your body shuddered and your pussy closed in his fingers.
"You were so bad and I, instead of punishing you like you deserved, made you cum. Tsk. Tsk. Your punishment will come, little doll. Don't think I'll forget what you did," he said and removed his fingers from within you, glowing with your fluids and forced you to open your mouth to welcome them there. You felt tears prick your eyes when the breath failed to have his fingers almost brushing your throat. The loud sounds were just as or dirtier than the ones your pussy made, because his fingers were soaked by the fluids that came out of it, which he made you release. After he fucked your mouth with his fingers, he withdrew them leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips and his fingertips.
"When I come after what's mine, I hope you're prepared to suck my cock like this. Or I won't be as understanding as I am now," that said, he disappeared and you went back to the kitchen.
You didn't know if you had dreamed. It could be so, but you felt it had been real when you felt sore spots all over your skin. And also for your panties wrapped around your crotch, with your pussy exposed to the fresh air. And also for the saliva remaining on the sides of your lips.
The breath failed and a sudden feeling of shame washed over you. Thinking that this was all a prank played by your subconscious, you painfully got up from the floor, straightened your clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower and wash from your body all the sin that permeated it.
After that dream, nightmare or anything you couldn't name, your relationship with your mother went from bad to worse. She had never been affectionate with you, she just tolerated you. You didn't understand the anger she had for you, much less the contempt she directed at you every time she looked at you. You also never tried to understand, it was better when she was silent in her corner, without trying to approach, because every time you spoke, it was hours in a row hearing from her how dirty were the women who fornicated or who simply took pleasure in have sex.
-
Your mother tried at all costs to germinate that seed in you, but your soil was not fertile. Your mind was too open for such matters, and it was always ignored in ultra-conservative speeches.
It wasn't like you owed her satisfaction about how much you felt your pussy get wet when some attractive man showed interest in you. However, you still felt like you should listen to your mother and not have sex with anyone who wooed you.
You saved yourself as far as you could, but you decided that to see yourself free from the cross that your mother nailed in your existence, you should stop listening to her and do with your body what you wanted. You always heard from charlatans who only aimed to extract money from the unsuspecting that your body was a temple and as such, you could bring as many visitors as you wanted to it, however, impregnated with the sacred feminine, they would live in your womb forever and ever. For that reason you should be very cautious in choosing who should enter your holy temple.
You huffed in disgust at the nonsensical thoughts these dishonest people were filling your head with, in the middle of the supermarket, in front of the coffee aisle. The people walked away from you. How could someone so young already talk to herself and smile at what she said? You really did look crazy, but it didn't matter.
After that first dream about that indistinguishable being, you had others. Countless others.
Sometimes he just appeared and sat on the edge of your bed, silently watching you. Others he even talked to you. And in the ones where he looked angry that you fucked a guy in an unsanitary bathroom at a horrible party, he'd take your clothes off and stare at you naked and exposed to him. He didn't touch you, but embarrassed you with that golden gaze assessing you from head to toe, assuring you that your body didn't belong only to you, but to him as well.
Bullshit. You tried to convince yourself, but it was impossible.
He looked up to you like you were the most wonderful thing in the world and that made you feel good. You no longer felt ashamed, so much so that you went to sleep wearing only clothes made of thin and transparent fabrics, too easy to remove from your body. Perhaps that would please your visitor. Or just make him even angrier that you didn't show any resistance.
Unconsciously, acting like a rebel, you became what your mother most feared you would become. The dirtiest of sluts.
-
"I'm really getting pissed at you, little doll. How can you go around showing any man what should be reserved just for me?" His voice sounded in your room, as you almost hallucinated from the orgasm caused by the vibrator stuck in your pussy and vibrating in your clit, sending shock waves through your entire body.
"You're a coward," was the first time you'd spoken to him. "A damn coward who only appears in my dreams, uses me as he pleases and leaves me in the corners to act like a fucking crazy in the streets." Your voice coming out shaky and your fingers nervously trying to find a tight, aching nipple to pinch between your fingers and pull when orgasm was about to explode on you.
"Coward," he repeated syllable by syllable. As if he felt that word on his lips or tried to know what it tasted like, if it was as horrible as it sounded. You really were an inconsequential woman. You didn't know the danger you were putting yourself in.
"Yes. If I'm yours, why don't you show up in the flesh and come try to get me? Are you afraid I'll throw holy water on you?" You smiled weakly and rolled your eyes when you finally came. You took the vibrator out of yourself and placed it on the white sheet, not caring if a wet stain formed there. Still shaking, you tried to get up, but it was too difficult when you weren't in control of your body.
And it was in the midst of these lucid dreams that you had the best orgasms. And it was to get more and more of them that you subjected yourself to sleeping with bad men. All of them were just as bad or worse than the first one. But you knew that you had to sacrifice yourself for that being to appear once again to you, giving you the chance to reach paradise, at least momentarily, trying to forget that at the end of your life, it would be the gates of hell that would open for you.
With a broken smile, you thought you now thought just like your mother. And before you woke up from the nightmare, he appeared to you. Without that fog around him that always hid him. However, the deafening sound of your alarm clock made your body jerk and woke you up before you could see him properly, frustrating you.
The first thing you saw was the blue sky gracing the landscape in your window, you turned off the alarm clock after stabilizing the movements of your hands a little and with trembling legs from the recent orgasm, you noticed that there was no vibrator in your bed, but the wet stain on the sheet of your fluids, below your ass, made it clear that you had cum somehow.
Sighing in anger, you took a long shower. You ignored your mother's insults and went to work.
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The last straw for your visitor came the day you agreed to have sex with three guys at once. You didn't know if this was what you wanted, but if it was to hit your mother, hurt her the way she hurt you, you didn't bother to mark the exact place to find them.
They were acquaintances of yours, not exactly friends, but they were handsome and seemed nice, and the three of them, at some point, when they learned of your naughty reputation, didn't hesitate to put you in a group on some instant messaging app to do that unusual request. At first you were scared, but when you reasoned and thought about the benefits â not just the matriarch's disappointment, but also some longer visit from the demon and consequently more orgasms for you â you accepted.
It was true that one of your least favorite fetishes was have sex with more than two people at a time, and now you were planning to fuck three. It was too crazy and you even thought about leaving the group and blocking them all.
But you didn't give up when your visitor appeared in your room looking for an explanation.
âOh, what is it? Am I not the dirtiest bitch according to my mother? Iâm just giving her reasons to keep talking shit about me!â you were enraged when he pinned you to the bed, stark naked and unable to touch yourself. He didn't touch you either, he just made you watch him tease you, either daring to slide his fingers into your aching clit but not touching it, or threatening to give you an oral you've been fantasizing about for ages. But again he just left you wanting.
It left you completely lit up and frustrated. That was your punishment.
Well, you joined the group and sent the confirmation to the guys. You would meet them the next night.
It would be impossible for all three of you to be as bad in bed as all the guys you've dated before.
The anxiety that accompanied you was almost suffocating. Your mind accused you worse than your own mother. You felt like you were out of your mind. You knew this was all because you felt exhausted from all this shit and all you wanted was some peace. But after this demon appeared to you, peace was simply the last thing life would bring you.
Wiping your tears in front of the mirror, trying not to hate yourself as you got ready for that date, you walked past your mother and said:
âYou don't have to call me or call the police, the father of one of the guys I'm going to fuck is now a police chief and knows very well where your daughter will be,â you said, emphasizing 'one of the guys' and leaning in to speak in her eats, as if telling her a secret "riding his son's dick while his friends fuck my mouth or slap my face" you dodged the slap she tried to give you and left the door slamming with a bang, stepping quick not to hear the heaviest curses she threw at you.Â
When you arrived at the agreed place, you didn't see any of them. In fact, all you saw was the strangely empty and silent street. You could even hear cats fighting on some roof and others rummaging through the garbage cans of the food stores in the neighborhood. But not a single soul passed through there.
You were getting more scared with that weather. Not liking it at all, and your heart rate only accelerated when you heard footsteps behind you, getting closer.
âHey girl,â someone called out to you, making you jump out of your seat and turn running to look.
It was a deep, masculine voice, and the owner of the voice was one of the guys you would meet. But you soon realized he wasn't human. He had the same presence and scent, but milder, than the demon that accompanied you. âAkaza sent me here. I think for the sake of your existence, you don't resist.â
You still looked around, looking for the other guys you would have the date with.
âThey won't come. I think they're still sleeping after Akaza paid them a little visit,â he said without showing any emotion.
âWho is Akaza?â you asked, unable to hide the smirk of relief as you realized you wouldn't have to do what you were going to do. Almost forgetting there was an imposter there with you.
"Don't you know your owner's name, girl?" this time he stared at you in disbelief.
"Owner? I don't have an owner,â you argued, frowning.
"No? Well, anyway, putting you in your place is his role. I'm only here because he asked me for this favor, and I couldn't turn down a request from my best friend." He shrugged and started walking, leaving you behind. You thought about running, but the way he turned to face you froze you in place and you could only move to keep up with him.
The journey was made in pure silence. You lost in the tangle of disconnected thoughts, and he silent, not looking at you.
He stopped in front of a commercial room. He had the door slightly raised, and you went through it. But from then on, all you could understand what was happening was by touch and hearing, your vision was completely darkened.
But you felt like there were more than two people making up and dressing you. They had the softest touch as they applied makeup to you, rubbed blush on your cheekbones and painted your lips with lipstick.
Silently, after they finished putting your makeup on, they took off your clothes, including your underwear, and replaced them with a light dress. So thin and delicate you felt like a doll.
And you understood exactly why he always called you "little doll" and its variations. When he turned on the light and you saw yourself in the huge mirror on the wall of that empty place, you really looked like a doll. Was beautiful.
And practically naked. The dress covered absolutely nothing so transparent.
You were so distracted looking at your image in the mirror, noticing the makeup so well applied, the lipstick enhancing your skin tone, making it beautiful and glowing that you didn't notice the moment when everyone had disappeared and in their place, Akaza who entered.
Standing and leaning against the door, looking at you so beautifully like that, the clothes leaving your curves on display for his appreciation.
You only noticed when he cleared his throat. Overcome by shyness, you tried to cover yourself. It was the first time you had seen him clearly. He was breathtaking. Even more attractive was his well-defined body. And the bulge marking his pants. You couldn't tell if he had an erection or if he was big enough to leave a print on his clothes.
"He did a really good job, huh? It managed to make you even more beautiful than you already are," he complimented, approaching you and picking up a strand of your hair and bringing it to his nose, where he sniffed and made an expression of pleasure. "It's too bad for those assholes who can't fuck you." He smiled. "Because today it's going to be my cock that this pretty little pussy of yours will milk until I fill you with cum." He ran his nose down your neck, sliding his hand between your legs and over the fabric his fingers found your entrance. "But it won't be here," he said. "I have prepared a special place to finally take possession of what is mine."
You tried not to moan at the stimulation of his fingers, and you didn't have time either, because he was already moving away from you. Â
"Let's go now."
You followed him without question. You didn't know where it was, but it didn't matter. You just wanted to be in that demon's arms once and for all, feel him fucking you finally until you finally know what it's like to be treated well by someone.
But the reality that his punishment was starting when you left that trading room. The street that was once deserted was now swarming with people. And you felt completely naked in people's eyes. Some accusatory and others of desire. You wanted to run back inside where you were, but Akaza grabbed you by the waist.
"Don't worry little doll, this is just the beginning. It will get worse later on," he assured you close to your ear.
You shivered at the thought of what could be worse than walking almost naked through a crowd of people.
"But you like it, don't you? I can smell your pussy getting wetter from here." He laughed, making you embarrassed. It was true, it was even uncomfortable to walk, having your fluids leaking from your entrance, almost running down your legs.
You didn't know where he was taking you, but you knew the way. It overlooked an almost empty street, with only the amphitheater taking over an entire block.
Was he really taking you to the theater dressed like that? You went into despair. But you couldn't think too much, as he stopped and held you by the waist so you stopped walking too. Without seeing what he was doing, you only felt the moment when a blindfold was placed over your eyes and the path from then on was guided by him. Strong, tattooed arms holding you tight around the waist.
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You arrived at your final destination, still blindfolded, you felt him placing you on the floor. You definitely weren't expecting a warm wooden floor under your ass. Still confused, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you felt him spreading your legs wide after tangling the hem of your dress to your waist. He also pulled the flimsy straps down until your dress was just a bunch of fabric around your waist. The icy air in the room gave you goosebumps and made you want to complain. But you kept the complaint. The silence of the environment was even good. And you wondered when Akaza would finally fuck you.
"No need to rush, little doll. We have all the time to ourselves. Now I'm going to turn on the lights and take off your blindfold."
After that, you heard his footsteps walking away from you and a few moments later, you heard the spotlights turn on. And when the blindfold was finally taken from your eyes, you wished it had never been.
In front of you, sitting on the theater benches, eagerly awaiting the show, dozens, perhaps hundreds, of â demons â spectators stared at the stage. Where you were, totally vulnerable to them.
And as soon as they saw you, noisy exclamation sounds were heard. There was no more silence. And Akaza was right behind you. Without you noticing, he was also practically naked.
Like a good presenter, he announced that the show was about to begin.
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"Look, ladies and gentlemen, what happens when whoever is rightfully ours decides to stand up to us. Learn how the punishment is properly done." Akaza's voice was loud and sent shivers down your spine. Maybe it was the sneering tone of a creature that wouldn't be mercifully embarrassing you in front of other demons, or maybe it was the wonderful feeling of his fingers circling your clit, drawing sly moans out of you, without your consent.
But the sounds that came out of your mouth were completely muffled by the loud voices in an encouraging tone of the crowd present there, watching that roleplay in which you were being forced to star together with Akaza.
Not even in your worst nightmares would you imagine yourself in such a situation; with your legs fully spread, with your tits out and your cunt exposed to everyone present there. And, just behind you, squatting down, Akaza saying profanities to you and the onlookers, about you. Telling everyone what a bitch you were and how cock-hungry you were.
"She was betrothed to me. Her mother made a pact with me before she was born, promising that when she came of age I could take her to myself to do as I pleased. But did you know when she turned 18, did she decide to lose her virginity to some weak human? She let another man get his dirty hands on what was promised to me. Even after I gave her mother every luxury, as promised," he continued with the speech and his fingers bent, scraping dangerously in your dripping cleft.
"She's a bitch!" someone shouted among the people. "Make her regret it!"
Others nodded noisily and you felt Akaza's smile against your neck.
"See what you've done, little doll? They want me to punish you severely. Wouldn't you rather have listened to your mother? That bitch didn't want to get you out of hell, she just wanted the money I gave her in exchange for her daughter's purity." He licked your cheek and slid his tongue to the curve of your neck where he sank his teeth into your flesh, making you scream and nearly close your legs against his hand.
"Sir, she's not letting us see that pretty pussy," someone complained.
"Do you still try to fight, doll? Am I going to have to use the cuffs to keep your legs spread wide for them to see? You don't like showing your little pussy to anyone, so why are you trying to hide it from my companions? Feel honored to be so admired." He chuckled, licking the blood that oozed from the wound he'd opened with his teeth in your skin.
"The debtâŠ" you began shakily, almost screaming as he sank his fingers all at once into your entrance, causing your walls to close in around him. â... it's my mother's... I didn't agree with it..." you tried to argue, pulling your toes tightly until they turned white to try to suppress a little bit the pleasure you were feeling. The pleasure you shouldn't be feeling.
You were being exposed in this way, humiliated in public, being subjected to the worst offenses.
Why didn't your pussy stop lubricating? May because you couldn't stop thinking about how much you wanted his cock, which was so hard rubbing against your waist. And wet too. Your senses were so heightened that you could smell him almost making you imagine his taste on your tongue.
"Have you noticed, gentlemen? She's so thirsty for my cock that all she can think about is how much she wants it fucking her pretty little mouth." Akaza cackled, being accompanied by the raucous sounds of sneers rippling through the theater, making the stage floor against your ass vibrate. You wanted to cry and hide, but Akaza, in a rush of good deed, sat behind you, withdrawing his fingers in an embarrassing pop from your pussy and affectionately hugging your waist with both arms, tucking his face into the crook of your neck, which was numb from the bite, and gave a warm kiss on your cheek.
"I'll let you suck my cock only if you touch yourself, please yourself, until you cum now, in front of all of them," he said softly, just for you to hear.
And you froze. You didnât want to. You were comfortable with him fucking you with his fingers, touching you so shamelessly. At least the dirty work wasn't for you to do. Now, having to do something you didn't want to do, in front of demons you didn't like, you wanted to pinch yourself to wake up from yet another of those dreams. But it was real. Akaza was in the flesh touching you. That audience was real. You were very wide awake and conscious.
"Come on, princess. Use those fingers to touch yourself. Show everyone how self-sufficient you can be. After all, it was your fingers that made you cum after all the frustration you went through with those guys."
He encouraged you, his hands left your waist and went to your breasts, where he caught both nipples and twisted them painfully, making you scream.
âWhat is she doing just standing there?" Someone yelled. "As beautiful as that pussy is, it's even better when something is pounded into it. Come on, you slut, entertain us!"
And more words of encouragement were heard by you.
"Give them what they want, princess. If you're a good girl, I can end our banter somewhere more private, just as it would have been if you hadn't been such a bad girl." And he licked the back of your neck after tilting your head forward. You shivered and whimpered.Â
Awkwardly, you lowered your hands to between your legs and placed a finger on your swollen and painful clit. Not knowing exactly what you were supposed to do, you closed your eyes and proceeded to rub your digits over the bundle of nerves, making your toes curl up again.
"Make her open her eyes! I want to see her looking at us while sheâs cumming."
Before Akaza could tell you what you should do, along with non-existent courage, you opened your eyes and dropped them mortars, pretending to look at the crowd but your vision focused on a point in their midst, perhaps on an empty chair. And you imagined that sitting there was Akaza. Imagining him watching you masturbate, you rubbed your fingers more on your clit and felt your body start to shudder. You were almost on the edge, so it didn't take long for you to cum in loud grunts, calling the name of the demon playing with your nipples, making him completely glad for it.
And everyone cheered as if a team from some game had scored.
After cumming, you let your arms fall limp to your sides. The legs already hurt from being so spread, you didn't dare bring them together. You decided to let those assholes see your juicy pussy pulsing from your recent orgasm.
And what a beautiful scene that was.
Even Akaza wanted to be there in the audience to see the show. Even though he knew how delicious you were after cumming.
"Good girl. Very good girl, my little doll. That's just how I wanted you to always be. Obedient and delicious," he praised you, making you give a tiny smile. "I will reward you." And he let go of your nipples and gave another kiss on your cheek. Coming out from behind you, causing you to nearly freeze away from his seething body.
He stopped beside you, standing with his pants bunched up on his bare feet.
"Look," he ordered.
You looked at him. The golden eyes evaluated you from above and it was impossible for you not to look away from his cock that remained imposing, hard and heavy, pointed at you. The dripping head and the bulging veins, making your mouth water. "It's all yours, little doll. You can suck it like it's the best candy you've ever tasted." He smiled in encouragement and at the moment you were almost deaf to the encouragement of those present there. It was as if they didn't matter anymore. You were about to give a demon a blowjob, nothing else made sense.
Timidly, you put your tongue out until you reached the wet tip where you surrounded it with it until you had the courage to welcome it completely into your mouth.
Akaza sighed and encouraged you, running his hand through your hair. You ignored someone telling him to punch the whole dick in your mouth at once to suffocate you. He now wanted to please you and not scare you.
First you stuck his cockhead inside your mouth and closed your lips around it to suck it hard, trying to get more fluid out of the slit. The taste pleased you and made you moan. He groaned along with the feel of the hot, wet insides sucking him so hard. And gradually, you were sliding his cock all over your mouth cavity, using your tongue to help, feeling his pulsing veins.
The sound of the blowjob was wet, both from his fluids and the huge amount of saliva you released to make your job easier. And it didn't take long for your head to move back and forth and your eyes watering when you couldn't handle his length and thickness.
But you did your best not to choke and embarrass yourself â even more so â in front of everyone and especially him.
"That's right, little doll. You know exactly how to please me... And I didn't even have to teach you, hm? Your little mouth was a virgin... Did you at least give me that first time, huh? Was it worth it for me to make those idiots so dysfunctional... They never felt the immeasurable pleasure your mouth is giving me..." He smiled and threw his head back, digging his fingers between the strands of your hair and moved his hips back and forth to feel you swallowing him entirely.
You relaxed your throat more and felt more saliva to soften the blowjob and you didn't suffocate. It didn't help much, you felt it swelling inside your mouth. He was close to the orgasm. His moans were loud and guttural, reverberating off the walls of the amphitheater, drawing profane words from the crowd, telling you what a good cocklut you were. How fucking thirsty you were for him.
Before coming, he turned to the audience and asked where he should cum. Several options were given. In the mouth. In the face. In the breasts. In your pretty pussy.
He chose the latter.
Withdrawing from your mouth, he turned you with agility by the arm, making you stand with your legs open for him, and in profile for those present. Stroking his cock with his hand, making loud and exciting sounds, he got on his knees and with a strong arm he pulled you by the waist, making you sit on one of his knees, with your torso lying on the stage floor. You saw his dick head very close to your entrance and he rubbed on your clit, making you sigh and with loud grunts, he finally released the jets of cum in your cunt. You could feel his fluids sliding down your lips, slit and groin. It was hot and gooey, but that just made you want to be his bitch forever.
And sure enough you would.
When he recovered from his orgasm, he ran his fingers over his own cum and used it as a lube, as if your juices weren't enough, to masturbate you and give you another orgasm.
When you were exhausted and completely humiliated, he dismissed everyone from there.
"Have you learned your lesson, little doll?" he asked, still stroking his own cock, which was hardening in his hand. Looking at your face smeared with makeup, saliva and traces of precum leaking from the sides of your swollen lips.
"Yea..."
"I know you did." He smiled and came close to you, releasing his heavy, hard cock. You couldn't help but look. "Now I'm going to fuck you the way I've been promised. Consider it a reward for the trust I'm placing in you," he said, gripping your knees and pulling them to wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling you to him, you felt his cock rubbing against your entrance. "Don't you dare let another human touch you again, or I'll let all those hungry demons fuck you at the same time, understand?"
You nodded effusively, trying not to freak out at the idea. "Although after you feel my cock in your pussy, there won't be anything you want me to do anymore."
And in one thrust, he was fully embedded inside you.
The pain of sudden penetration had you rolling your eyes and claiming aloud over and over that you were his. Forever.
If you'd like to change anything feel free. So I've had this idea (nsfw) where Akaza leaves the reader for a while because he had to do some work for Muzan and the reader gets upset that he left without warning and takes her anger and sexual frustration out on him. She just teases him and ends up over stimulating him
n/a: hiiii, sorry for the late, I had a little difficulty in thinking of something for your request and I didn't want to give you something badly written. I really hope you like it! there isn't a properly written sex scene here, but I did my best to make it a⊠hot scene.
"Take your own medicine, darling âĄïž"
1,660 words
warnings: afab!reader, (both) cum denial, both struggling from sexual frustation, knee rubbing cunt (?), heavy sexual tension, kind of strip tease, dirty language, cumming inside pants, reader is really fucked up for playing with the beast, pet names (darling, princess, my love...)
The slow way you moved your fingers to lift your shirt was almost agonizing. Watching you in silence, forbidden to even touch you â or himself â Akaza could already feel the grunts strangling in his throat every time the neglected cock inside his pants throb in anticipation just to see just one more inch of skin on your body being exposed to him.
He knew you were angry that he had left you thirsty and sexually frustrated for so many days. Although you understand that his position as an Upper Moon came even before his very existence, you wouldn't let him go without giving you an explanation â making you imagine horrible scenarios where he wouldn't come back to you, which went far beyond you being forced to satisfy yourself with your own fingers that weren't nimble and were infinitely inferior to his thick, big cock that fucked you so gloriously well â, and itâd leave him on the brink of despair too, just as you were.
You could smell the earth in your nose every time you breathed in hard, making your chest rise and fall, and the night breeze chilling you more and more as your curves were being revealed by removing the fabric that covered them. Youâd even be ashamed to be undressing for Akaza in such an unpretentious and vulgar way, but seeing his eyes shining in delight and hunger for you, your hands simply moved on their own to force your blouse down, freeing your tits that It made you almost squirm and gasp at the discomfort in your nipples achingly stiff from the icy wind that beat mercilessly against them. Shit, why did that damn demon have to come back just on a night when the temperature wasn't favorable for a strip tease?
Akaza didn't really care about seeing you cringe, on the contrary, seeing you shivering and with your nipples so beautifully hard that way forcing you to rub one leg against the other was an extra to the particular show he was given. And he knew that you being so fragile like that, it wouldn't be long before you were looking for a warm snuggle in his arms and you'd soon be glued to him, making your beautiful breasts deliciously pressed against his chest as his arms grip you by the waist for you to rub your pretty cunt over his aching cock, causing the friction to rip out melodious sounds and so good to be heard, like a harmonious symphony.
âPlease⊠Please⊠Fuck me hard, darling⊠I need you so much⊠I want your cock going deep inside me⊠Mnn⊠You're so big and you eat me so well that I don't get enough of itâŠâ
The mischievous smile that outlined his lips made you wonder what was going on in his mind, but you didn't think too much about it, you just went back to undressing.
But your plans were thwarted by a strong gust of wind that made you gasp in the cold. Damned weather that didn't cooperate with your revenge!
Then, like it wasnât a big deal, you slowly approached the rock on which Akaza was sitting and stopped in front of him. Standing, you could see him from above, his yellow eyes fixed dangerously on yours, while his hands were still clenched into fists so tightly it made you question whether teasing him like that was really a good idea. You knew the strength his hands possessed, and if he used them to squeeze you while slamming his cock deep into your pussy, you even feared having a broken bone by mistake. But you soon tried to push those thoughts away, he was always very careful with you, so you weren't in danger of getting hurt â with the exception of your sore cunt, because he wasn't very gentle when it came to eating it.
âDarling, tell me, why did you behave like a bad boy?â You ran your fingers gently over his face, not looking away from his eyes.
âI had a mission in another province, and you know, it took days both to get there and back,â he replied calmly, but his voice was tinged with the arousal he was feeling at having your warm, soft and fragrant body so close to him and so far from his touch. âDid you want me to fly there, princess?â His ironic question made you arch your brow and lean closer to him, getting right between his spread legs, making his face get dangerously close to your skin, and you could even feel his hot, short breath against it.
âYes, I wanted to. If you had gone flying at full speed, I wouldn't have had to wait so long and I wouldn't have been forced to fuck myself with my awful fingers.â Even though your voice was haughty, there was still a subtle bratty tone in it, which he didn't miss.
"But now I'm here, I can fuck you properly, just the way you like, princess" And with a shake of his head, he pointed to the huge bulge in his pants.
You almost drooled and felt like falling to your knees and stuffing him whole in your mouth, until he was grazing your throat, but you controlled yourself and only took a few steps back, but to sit on his knees, keeping yourself away from the temptation that it was what he hid inside his pants.
He set his jaw in disapproval.
"But now I want you to taste your own medicine, my love," you said gently, spreading your legs wide so he could see that you wore nothing under your skirt.
The effect this had was instantaneous. His eyes darkened and fixed on your dripping entrance, which seemed to be crying out for his cock. You could feel all of his muscles twitching and his heavy breathing was more like the hisses of an untamed beast.
âThis game you're playing is too dangerous to play, my fucking princess,â his tone came out through gritted teeth and you could see his fangs protruding from the sides of his lips.
Youâd tremble with fear, but seeing him like that only made you move your hips over his knees. Without taking your eyes off his, you put a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and fit your entrance right over his left knee and started rubbing there and the friction between the bone of that part of his body with your aching clit just got you moaning loudly and throwing your head back and roll even more, looking for more contact.
You needed to cum so badly that any friction on that sensitive part was a huge stimulus for you.
Akaza could feel your wetness seeping through the fabric of his pants, making his mind go blank. He was already about to come inside his pants by just seeing you teasing him to the point of making him overstimulated. You were his disgrace incarnated in a pretty face and a sinful body that would send him straight to hell, making the devil not even bother to look at the crimes he committed daily.
You could already feel your body shaking from the approaching orgasm and your sighs and moans already filled the void of the night and left Akaza even more on the edge. But before you came, you took one hand to the bulge in his pants and held his cock over the fabric, tightly, right over his cockhead and pressed it, preventing him from ejaculating too.
He growled loudly and you saw the moment when splinters of stone he was sitting on fell to the ground from the superhuman grip he imposed there with his bare hands.
âI don't want you to cum now,â you said, broken and shaky from the effects of your approaching release. âI want to see you suffer, my love. I want you completely insane for meâŠâ you licked your lips and when you were almost there⊠you stood up at once, thus preventing your own orgasm.
You couldn't help yourself and ended up collapsing at his feet. Which, when he felt his cock released, ended up ejaculating in a grunt.
But it didn't matter. He felt the balls too heavy with his essence, and would have enough cum to fill every hole in your body to make you stop being a fucking tease.
When he recovered from his orgasm, he gently reached out to help you up. Even though you forbade him to touch you, you accepted it and couldn't help but let out a surprised moan when you felt him pulling you hard by the waist to put you sitting on his lap, right on top of his cock that was starting to grow back inside his pants.
âI said you couldn't touch me,â you protested.
"And I told you this game you were playing was too dangerous," he snapped, pulling your chin with his thumb and forefinger to look him right in the eye.
They glowed and you felt in danger, but even more horny than before. With the frustrated orgasm, your fire became flames that burned everything inside you and only made you want him inside you as quickly as possible.
âAkaza⊠pleaseâŠâ
"Please what?" He didn't let go of your chin, his lips were millimeters from yours, getting more aroused from hearing you calling him by his name.
âYou can touch me now⊠Fuck me hard until I pass out from exhaustionâŠâ you asked with trembling lips and with weak hands, you directed between your legs.
âOh princess, you have no idea how fucked up you are right now.â
And he took your lips in an aggressive kiss and ripped off the rest of your clothes with force, throwing the pieces of it on the floor.
And you could only curl up like a helpless bunny when he laid you on the floor and came at you smoking like a beast.
ê€ To celebrate 100+ followers, Iâll be holding an event to show my gratitude! Anyone is welcome, regardless whether you do or donât follow me
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May I request a NSFW one-shot with Akaza obsessing over a powerful female demon slayer he has come across? We all know he won't fight women but maybe he's been watching her and he's absolutely obsessed with the thought of turning her into a demon so they can fight alongside each other forever. NSFW with Akaza dominating fem reader please :)
hiiii, finally I finished writting. Thank you for being kind and patient with me <3 So, like I said, this got longer than expected, but I tried at it! Hope you enjoy it <3 ah, she is in pillar rank here, hope you don't mind it.
summary: You're a strong and skilled pillar who almost knocks the head off the upper moon 3, and as a result, he becomes immensely obsessed with your skills and⊠with you. And he won't settle down until you become a demon and make you his.
warnings: dub-con (be cautious), shameless smut, slight masochism, slight (really slight) mention of gore, cunningulus, kind of dry humping, cum in face, kind of blowjob, and more... (sorry for the lots of "howevers")
Of all the memories you had of your mother, the most significant of them â the one that would make you grow up as a cautious person in all aspects of life â were the warnings about the evil that lurked in dark corners and waited for the right moment to attack. She used to say this, always accompanied by one: âThe night is made for evil to reveal its true essence.â You didn't know if she just wanted to scare you or it was because she was too protective and always put your safety above anything else.
You never knew, you were only five when she was brutally murdered in broad daylight, contrary to everything she wanted to teach you.
Even though you grew up trying to legitimize all her beliefs, the night became your favorite time after that fateful tragic event. The first night you spent alone and sleepless â away from the pitying eyes of people who cursed your mother's name in life â you discovered that the darkness wasn't as scary as your mother told you, because it was peaceful and calm. Also smelled of dewy earth that penetrated through the cracks in the wood of your house â a detail that you never noticed during your happy and sunny days â and the only sound that cut through the emptiness of the night were the frogs in the lakes, the crickets crouching in the grass from your garden and owls perched on trees in the distance. They were sounds of life continuing its course, not the screams of people's terror and the blood in the throat, choking your mother to death.
However, you kept all the care that an immature and helpless child was capable of having. Perhaps what guaranteed you to survive during all the following years, was your smartness and skills that were emerging as adversity cornered you and you needed to act to escape all of them; like grown men hunting you like you were an animal to throw you into some brothel in the Red Light District because, according to them, you were kind of cute, maybe you brought them some reward, which sounded a red alert in your subconscious reminding you of your mother telling you that as long as she lived, you'd never know what it was like to be in that Red Light District, because that was the place where all the evil things were concentrated. Panic seized, you felt everything around you slowly move and your field of vision became strange, it was as if you could see all the vital points of your pursuers and become invisible to them, making you manage to escape to the forest unnoticed.
Such a skill was only perfected when you learned to focus deeply, and after that, your survival went from being just a hope to something definitive. You could go back to dreaming of a better future, like you did when you were a child and could hide under your mother's wings.
However, even if you dreamed of a good world to live in, you still weren't able to achieve it. Lonely and always living in the forest or by the lakes, you could only hunt and swim. Sometimes, unconsciously, you tried to meet death. You'd immerse yourself in the water and hold your breath until you felt your lungs burn, but from doing that so many times, you acquired another skill: being able to concentrate on your breath and being able to hold it for several minutes. You also liked to throw things, usually rocks, into the lake. With these hobbies, without you knowing it yet, you were already heading towards your good future that you dreamed of and also a prestigious title within a corporation that would make your mother immensely proud.
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When the day came when you would be faced with evil incarnate in the form of an indistinguishable being who smelled fresh blood and had a gleam of murderous intent in his eyes, you couldn't lift a finger. Paralyzed with fear, you just closed your eyes in a failed attempt not to see the moment it'd attack you. Before saying goodbye to your dreamed future, you asked your mother to come and save you.
You were saved, not by your mother, though. The guttural scream of that being after the one of a blade tearing the flesh made you open your eyes, making you come across a shocking scene at the very least: the creature cursing as it crumbled into dust, slowly revealing the silhouette of a young woman wielding a sword .
âAre you hurt?â she asked as soon as it had completely vanished into thin air. You answered a barely audible 'no'.
 âWhy are you in this demon-infested forest alone? Where do you live?"
"Everywhere, I don't have a fixed place," you replied on automatic, still stunned.
She took your hand firmly but gently, and took you with her. However, you noticed that the scent of fresh blood had not passed, the murderous intent did, but the presence of the second demon was still so poignant that you felt your chest sink. The danger came from this demon, not the one killed by the girl. However, what intrigued you was that this demon didn't interfere, not at least at the time of the other's death, he simply snuck into a dark corner and waited for the other to die before turning around and leaving.
You didn't understand why he intended to murder that demon that was trying to get you. Maybe you should be grateful, but you just couldn't, not when his eyes gleamed with the same evil as the eyes of the man who killed your mother did.
You wished you never saw him again.
But you should have known that life wasn't so kind to you and would never give you that wish.
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"For someone who had a haughty posture and oozed arrogance, you look like a frightened kitten now," you said as the blade of your sword scraped the neck of the demon trying to defend himself from your offensive.
âI just wanted to know why those fucking Demon Slayers Corps sent a female pillar to this shitty weakling rescue,â he snapped to himself, using martial arts moves to try to get you to drop the sword.
âWhat do you have against women, demon?â
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"Reply!" You were angry with him. Was he underestimating you? Why didn't he try to attack you and just dodge your blows?
The kanji in his eyes said he was 3rd in the rank of the 12 moons, meaning he was strong for a fucking lord, so what was the problem with him?
âLook, the sun is about to rise and I'm getting pissed off, so get that fucking sword off my neck. I donât want to have to hurt you, pillar!â he was looking at you aggressively as you ran at full speed to try to cut his neck again.
Your one-sided fight was making you physically weaker, and although he showed no sign of exhaustion, you could tell from his blood flow that he was getting more tense as the minutes wore on. He was afraid of the sun and not of you.
Damn bastard. You'd make him regret having underestimated you.
But you didn't have time. He finally used an attacking blow against you, knocking you into a tree trunk. You gasped in pain, but you didn't have time to think straight as he was soon cornering you with his own body.
"Let me go!"
"I told you to back out of this fight, but you insisted and it really pissed me off," he spoke dangerously close to your face. His strong arms sported bulging veins, and his bared fangs looked like they were about to rip your flesh apart. You felt a shiver run through your entire body.
However, looking into his eyes, you didn't see that same intention. It wasn't murderous intent, it was just⊠desperation.
And you hesitated. He noticed your hesitation and took the opportunity to make you drop your sword on the ground.
In a fraction of a second, he walked away from you far enough away that you wouldn't attack him again. He was much faster than you.
âAs a reward for this pointless battle, I must commend your skills. You really managed to make me worried, so I apologize for underestimating you at first. Although I don't have much time to ask your name, I ask you not to worry because the next time we meet, I will make you mine and we'll be companions in battle and we'll fight side by side forever.â And without saying anything else, he disappeared into the forest.
âHuh?â
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After the confrontation with the upper three, you started to feel watched. Everywhere you went the feeling of stares piercing your back became more and more intense. You even thought about the possibility of only training during the day.
It was too irritating for you to do things while you felt your every move being watched. If you were meditating on a rock, you weren't concentrating on your breath to get into a deep state of relaxation. If you went into the water to swim, you feared looking up to the surface and seeing those demonic eyes smirking at you, hoping you would drown. And if you wielded the sword, you always thought about the possibility of throwing it at a target in the woods and it would suddenly disappear, leaving you totally unarmed.
But most irritating of all, was the feeling of euphoria that having someone stalking you brought you. You knew exactly who was watching you. And you could no longer tell yourself that you just kept training at night, in the same place, purely because you liked the peace that this time brought. Because peace didn't exist anymore and you knew the reason was that you liked being watched by that demon.
It was no longer possible to strangle all the attraction you felt for him. The stupid words reverberated through your mind for days, leaving you angry, frustrated, and⊠aroused.
âI will make you mine.â
What the fuck did he mean by that? And why did you feel your heart racing every time you remembered him telling you that? And why did he get more and more attractive each time?
You were going crazy. Not just because you were attracted to evil, but because you liked the feeling it brought. Because boredom no longer existed in your life, only the feeling that you were really going crazy for wanting to have more of that feeling. And by that inconsequential desire, your actions were being guided and made you undress completely to enter the lake and with the little sense in your head, you closed your eyes before sliding your hand between your legs, and under moonlight and the demon's insistent watch, you touched yourself to orgasm.
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Regret came as soon as you sank into the hot tub. The warm water made you rethink your actions, but you knew it was too late. You saw your stalker really enjoyed the private spectacle you gave him, but he held back enough not to reveal himself.
Now, about the shelter of your home, you could understand the madness that was all, but you couldn't do anything else.
Despite your fear, you returned there the next night. You were hoping he'd appear to you at last â this time, you'd definitely rip his head off.
But, the demon that appeared wasn't him. It was an inferior, who pursued a man.
Too stunned, you didn't pick up the sword the moment you looked into that man's face.
Many years ago, when you were still a child, you saw that same face staring at your mother's dying body on the floor after he had thrust a dagger into her throat.
With your body all tense, you didn't stop the demon's attack.
"Help me..." the man asked you desperately. âI recognize your face⊠you grew up well⊠you are as beautiful as your motherâŠâ
You felt anger to see him talking about your mother. He had taken her life and thrown you into the world to your own devices, while he lived his life normally after letting you die too many times to live. For that reason you were not moved by his screams as he was devoured by the demon, nor did you do your work until not a hair of your mother's murderer remained.
The moment your sword blade separated the demon's head from the body, you realized that your life was dedicated to seeing justice done.
And there was nothing left. Boredom would surely take over and your will to fight would have evaporated.
If it weren't for the existence of that demon that watched you in the dark.
In the days that followed, you still felt his presence. But unlike before, you just spent the whole time lying on the ground, not having the energy to train or go hunting demons. In fact, nothing else made sense. What kept you standing no longer existed, you felt empty. But the reason you came back to that place was still lurking in the woods, watching your every move, and that too was starting to irritate you.
Was he really a coward for only watching you from afar? Did he know you were willing to rip his head off? Well, you hoped so, because it was time to make evil appear.
With sword in hand, you raised the blade upwards, towards the sky, and with your total concentration, you calculated the exact distance from where you were and where he was hiding. Focusing your strength on your arm, you turned your wrist to the left and threw your sword, which cut through the wind at full speed until it hit a tree trunk, millimeters away from the demon's neck.
And the silence was broken by a giggle that turned into a loud laugh.
And finally, he came out of hiding, appearing to you.
âAra, I missed the targetâ
"No. You hit the exact spot you calculated,â he replied with a smile lining his lips. His eyes looked brighter than usual.
âSo, my mother was always right in saying that evil lurks in the dark to stalk its victim before attacking,â you said with false surprise in your voice.
"In fact, even more so when the victim serves the best entertainment. But, I don't remember attacking."
You wondered what entertainment he was referring to, but you chose to remain ignorant.
You looked at the tree trunk where your sword was stuck and calculated a route to get to it without being noticed by the demon, however, he seemed much smarter than you now.
âDo you want to take your sword and try to cut my neck like that fight we had? I feel like I'm afraid I have to thwart your plans now,â he said, approaching you dangerously.
Before you felt cornered, you dodged him and managed to grab the sword, and with it in hand, you pointed it at him.
"And I feel like you're going to need more than defensive attacks, because today I won't hesitate to turn you to dust, demon."
âYou can call me Akaza.â He widened his smile. "But before you try to rip my head off, tell me your name too."
"It won't be necessary, you won't even have time to memorize it."
And then your body moved against his, which, as expected, only dodged the blow. But, you noticed that he didn't keep his distance, on the contrary, he seemed inclined to stay close to you.
"Looks like you're braver today..." you made the remark as you saw him leaning sideways, back and forth, from the blade.
âI just studied my opponent too much and discovered her weak point. Today I'll fulfill my promise.â
And you felt your body tense and your hands start to sweat. Shit, you had to learn not to fall into his traps and with sweaty hands it would be hard to keep your sword steady.
âAre you bluffing?â you asked, not showing apprehension.
"Why would I be? You know, it's been several weeks hiding behind trees or bushes reading your every move, seeing every demon you've killed and memorizing your techniques. You are quite skilled, pillar, and it really turned me on.â And he dodged to the left of your sword that cut accurately through the void. Now he was really close to you. "Oh, I saw something really interesting too... as well as being skillful and powerful, you're also capable of being a fucking tease." And by his sly smile along with a not-so-discreet look at your body, you knew exactly what he was referring to.
âShut up,â you huffed, stepping back as he took steps forward.
"Why? Was it not for me that you did that?â
"No."
"No? So why did you look at the exact spot I was hiding and smile?â
He was getting closer and closer to you, leaving you disconcerted to feel his warm body so close to yours.
âTsk. Shut up and let me cut your head off already,â you snapped, swinging your sword in the air to place it at his neck.
âYou're not even giving your all in this fight. It's kind of frustrating to know that you're not using your truly powerful abilities. You Just look like a rookie demon slayer.â With a sigh, he rushed to your side and finally cornered you in a tree. âNow we are in the same position as we were at that time. It's your last chance,â he warned, looking you straight in the eye.
With no escape, your nerves on edge, your heart pounding in your pulse, you brought the sword to the side of his neck, placing the blade there.
But your vision only focused on his defiant eyes that didn't let go of yours. And before you could make another move, you felt your left knee bent in the blink of an eye and your body was thrown to the ground, causing your sword to fall away from you.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You asked as soon as you felt his body land on yours, trapping you there.
âYou know, I wonder why you're so distracted. Was it after you let that human be eaten alive that you lost all your will to fight?â Now he was holding both of your hands above your head. And you saw him lean towards you, afraid he was going to kiss you, you turned your face to the side before you felt his lips sticking to your ear. âOr is it because your strength only works over long distances? You're afraid of hand-to-hand combat because you don't have enough physical strength to deal with a demon of my rank." He didn't ask, he just pointed out.
You swallowed hard and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but you knew it was useless and he was completely right.
You fell right into his trap. He never revealed his demonic techniques, only used self-defense techniques, preventing you from knowing how he fought seriously and along with his studies of your skills, he left you at an almost cowardly disadvantage.
âGet off of me.â You struggled under his body, unintentionally, spreading causing him to fit between them.
And the result of that was already starting to grow inside his pants.
"Why? It's so much better to see your face up close like this and feel your warm body under mine." He laughed and it made you feel your face burn.
âStop being cheeky!â
"Sorry, but it's impossible for me not to be while I'm between your legs."
You tried to push his body with your own, causing more friction between you and making you feel his erection.
"Yeah, keep doing this to get me off you." He licked his lip and weighed more against yours, making you groan in annoyance. âAnd moans more often like that too.â
You were silent and still.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked out of nowhere, making you stare at him dumbfounded.
"Why do you want to know that?!"
âI need to know if I'm going to need to be careful when I fuck you,â he replied like it was no big deal.
"Are you crazy?"
"A little. But so, are you a virgin or not?â
âI refuse to answer that!â
âJust answer yes or no, what a bore,â he sighed wearily.
"You won't need this information because nothing like you want will happen!"
And you started to shake again to get him off you, but you no longer had the strength to get rid of him, and your body reacted against your will.
Though that frantic friction of his bulge against your covered crotch warmed you from the inside out and filled your mind with the most reckless and sinful thoughts, you feared. You were afraid; no, you were terrified. Seeing that you wouldn't do what he asked, he himself started moving on you, generating all this tension in your subconscious. The first time he pinned you against the trunk of that tree there wasn't a glint of malice in his eyes, it was just desperation to flee death, but now it was different. His heavy body moved over yours, your intimacies locked together, his breath ragged, it was the prelude to what would come next. And you feared that it would really happen regardless of your will.
However, what paralyzed you was the feeling you repressed surfacing with each passing second. You intended to give him everything he wanted.
You already felt your juices leaking without discretion from your folds and the moans of pleasure were shamefully made up by those of discomfort. That was how you tried to deal with the forbidden attraction you felt for the darkness that surrounded that demon's existence.
"Why are you acting like a prude now? Are you that hard to catch? I know you want it as much as I do. I've seen how much you want it and you knew I was seeing it," he said with his lips a few millimeters away from yours, you were able to feel his breath. And he yours.
"Get the fuck off of me," you spoke in a thin voice, trying to break free from his grip, but with the heave of your body, the friction between you increased and your uniform rose, leaving your thighs beautifully exposed.
"You won't be able to get rid of me, you know that. You're skillful wielding a sword, but without it, you're just a frail human fighting the inhuman strength of a demon," he said, showing his sharp fangs in a malicious smile. "You don't really want me or are you just afraid of enjoying being fucked really good by a being you have an obligation to kill?"
You turned your face to the side, and your field of vision was taken over by the bush in which he was hiding to watch you. And in your mind all the memories of that damn time when you undressed before his eyes and touched yourself to orgasm. And that's what he was talking about.
"I didn't say you could look the other way, pillar. You don't even know how to be honest with your own feelings and you want to rid the world of our evil?" He teased you as he slid the tip of his nose down your neck until he almost reached the valley between your breasts. From the way he breathed in, you knew he was smelling you and it chilled you and made you involuntarily spread your legs wider and let him fit even more between your thighs. Consequently, you felt his erection better against your intimacy.
And he sighed and cursed.
Your wrists were already burning from the grip of his hands, and you'd already given up trying to free them, because the more you pulled on your arms, the harder he squeezed and it hurt like hell.
"Why are you so interested in me?" Perhaps, in your naivety, one conversation would be enough to bring him back to consciousness and then set you free.
"Because you're strong. And..." he lifted his own torso, still keeping your wrists firmly against the cold floor with his hands, to look down at your body, as if sizing you up, "...fucking hot. " And he licked his lips as his gaze shifted to your spread legs, one on either side of his waist. "I'm going to be good for you. I really don't want to hurt you," he said as he went back to laying his torso against your chest. He was heavy and almost made you gasp with all that pressure on your weak human body.
'I'll be good for you.' Those words reverberated in your mind making you wonder what he was talking about. You weren't a virgin, but you didn't know much about sex because your dead husband only cared about his own pleasure. And the sex were so fast that you felt almost nothing but the uncomfortable burning inside you, but with this demon, who carried the blame for many tears and innocent deaths on his back, everything seemed so intense that it suffocated you. The way he looked at you, touched you and even persuaded you was fuel for dirty thoughts to occupy your mind and an almost suffocating pleasure to intoxicate your senses. He hadn't done anything that significant, but just feeling him so hard with lust was enough to make you feel good⊠unintentionally, he was already being good to you.
And before you could do anything stupid, you tried one more time to get rid of him. With a force that you had taken from your common sense, you managed to escape through the sides of his body, still with your wrists tied to the ground, you twisted your body and with your knee bent, you hit a knee in his stomach, which only closed the eyes and made a pained expression.
"Do you still have strength? How strong can you be, pillar?" he broke into a satisfied smile once the kick wore off. "And say your name, I don't like to call strong people 'pillar', you deserve to be addressed by name," he said with a certain regret in his voice.
"It doesn't matter what my name is, just let me go!" you were already panting with anger and exhaustion.
"I won't let you go until you've spelled out why you teased me like that."
Deftly, he trapped your leg between his thighs, mobilizing you almost completely. Dammit, why did he have to be so strong?
"Who said I intended to tease you, you deluded demon?" lucky for you, your voice came out aggressive enough to mask the lie.
"It wasn't? Then why did you smile at me after you came?" He arched his brow and released one of his hands from your wrists to massage your exposed thigh. And you froze from the touch of the callused hand on your sensitive skin. "For a woman who deny to death that she want to fuck me, you get goosebumps too easily..." he said provocatively, running his finger over your skin until he reached almost between your legs.
The position you were in was uncomfortable and it was hurting you. With half of your body lying on the floor and the other half twisted â with your thigh trapped between his legs â you could already feel your spine burning and it was starting to really freak you out.
 "Let me go... it hurts..." you complained with a whimpering voice.
He looked right at you, taking in every feature of your face.
"I only let go if you let me touch you or touch me," he said at last.
You shivered, took a deep breath, smelling the earth beneath you, and exhaled with the same intensity.
"You really aren't going to leave me, are you?"Â you were already dismayed.
"No," he smiled and squeezed your thigh.
"I let you touch me..." you said so quietly you thought he hadn't heard you. Deep down you hoped he had.
But you wouldn't admit that you wanted him to pleasure you.
Akaza's eyes gleamed and he felt his cock tug inside his pants in anticipation.
"Once I let you go, you can't go back," he said menacingly, looking you straight in the eye.
"I will not."Â You bit your bottom lip in apprehension.
He kept his gaze fixed on yours and then let go of your hands. You felt the place numb and knew that it'd take some time for the blood to circulate normally again.
Without you realizing it, you were under his body again. His arms gripping your thighs tightly and forcing them to encircle his waist, you just let him do what he intended. The palms of his hands against the bare skin of your legs sent a wave of pleasure deep inside you and the way he moved his hips against yours, simulating penetration, making your sexes rub with agony against each other made you move your own hips to keep pace with him.
He was silent. Observer. Looking at you from above, you followed his gaze as he scoured every part of your body. You weren't able to see him clearly, but your heightened senses told you how much he planned to make you beg him. His frustration was so much that he wouldn't be satisfied with just touching you, he wanted so much more than you were willing to offer, and that was too dangerous.
But also stimulating. You felt like you were going crazy along with him, because his every move was a trigger in you, killing your common sense.
He finally stopped moving over you but went to start undressing you. You broke into a cold sweat, but you could no longer try to stop it. So you used all your energy to massage your still aching wrists as you felt his fingers nimbly unbuttoning each button on your uniform. The night wind made your skin tingle and your exposed nipples ache, but soon his lips welcomed one of them into his warm mouth and another by his hand that was squeezing your breast, making you gasp.
"You said you were only going to touch me..." you argued softly, breathing in and out, making your chest rise and fall and your breasts even more in contact with his tongue and palm.
He ignored you and continued to pay attention to your breasts, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes pinching your nipples or simply sucking the skin around them to leave marks there.
When he played with your breasts enough, he released one of them with an audible 'pop' and kissed down your belly until he reached where the uniform still covered. Quickly, he undid all the buttons and left you only in your underwear. He didn't take it off right away, he just held your thighs and made you stand with your legs bent, wide apart. He took one look at you in that position, although his face was serious, his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying that image.
And then he made the same path of his lips, but with his fingers until he reached your entrance, under the fabric.
"Did you really dare say no to me while you were wet like this?"
His eyes locked with yours, dangerously bright. Leaning his torso and with his face close there, he finally took off your panties and ran the tip of his tongue along the entire length of your dripping entrance. You saw the moment he clenched his jaw and forced air into his lungs, he looked like he had just experienced the best thing in the world. He didn't say anything, and slightly turned his face to the side, and kissed the inside of one of your thighs before taking a painful bite there, which made you scream and grab his hair. You felt a teasing giggle coming from him at the breeze that had escaped his nostrils.
Damn demon.
And without warning, he returned his attention to your pussy, where he gave a generous lick there, stopping at your clit, trapping it between his lips and sucking carelessly, making you shudder and cringe and your hands fly to his hair, pulling them hard.
He didn't seem very patient in stimulating you with his lips, he looked hungry. It was as if by sucking you he regained all your strength and that only made you roll your eyes and get restless in the place where you were lying. Your hands didn't know where they were, sometimes in his hair and sometimes closing against the ground, picking up some grass and dirt.
"I'm close..." you moaned desperately, trying to get rid of him, but he hugged your waist and kept you there, penetrating you with his tongue or sucking your clit until you came noisily, while scratching his shoulders with force.
When he finally let go of your waist and took his face between your legs, you weren't thinking straight. You could feel the sweat running down the sides of your forehead, neck and in the creases of your knees, while your body was still shaking.
âI'd spend eternity eating that delicious cunt,â he said, while he ran his fingers over his lips, wet from your fluids.
Not caring if you were panting, he pressed his mouth to yours. His lips molded perfectly to yours and his tongue explored every corner of your mouth, making you feel your own taste. In contrast to the painful grip of his hands on your thighs, which he'd returned to forcefully entwined around his waist, the kiss was gentle. Affectionate even. And, little by little, all your barriers being totally broken down, you started to respond. First it was a longer sigh of satisfaction as you touched your own tongue to his and then a shy groan as you felt his teeth catch on your lip and bite down carelessly, drawing a complaint from you. But you didn't pay as much attention to the pain it caused, as there were so many sensations he was arousing in you that the task of staying neutral under his touches became increasingly difficult. He had watched you long enough to read even what was hidden in you.
When he ended the kiss, he stood up and looked at you for a few moments before starting to undress too. You felt the shame take over you, but you didn't look away when his dick popped out of his pants, big and thick, making you afraid of when it was inside you.
"Keep your legs wide apart like this," he ordered. You felt the shame take over you, but seeing him looking at you with such desire, while his hand made quick and short movements on his own dick, which shone with pre-cum, your horniness also increased and disinhibited all your shyness, making you show off for him. He ran his tongue over his lip as he looked directly at your pulsing pussy and the sounds of him stroking himself were an addition to set you on fire inside.
He was too attractive. Almost ethereal. And seeing him in all his glory made you sick with the desire to have him inside you, to feel his dick tearing you apart. You were so needy that you felt like getting down on your knees to beg him.
But now he was the one who wanted to tease you. He was using only the tips of his fingers on his cock, working his way along the veiny length until he reached the dripping tip, where he held it with his index finger and thumb and cupped it in the palm of his hand, making circular motions.
"You like what you're seeing, don't you?"Â the voice loaded with malice and vanity made you sigh. "You're so craving my cock that it takes no effort to spread those legs and show that wet, delicious pussy to me." And a few more movements later, he returned to the starting position, on top of your body.
He didn't lie fully on top of you, he kept his torso slightly raised, allowing you to see his hard and heavy cock almost touching your entrance, making you anxious to finally have him inside you.
But he wanted to torture you some more.
He slid lazily over your body, only for his cock to temptingly graze your pussy, making you whimper.
"So needy... Now I get it... is that what you were afraid of? Did you deny it because you didn't want me to know you were a cockslut?" His face was millimeters from yours, and he ran his mouth over yours, licking your bottom lip. "A lovely liar, I would say."
You welcomed his tongue into your mouth as he forced it against your lips. The kiss was now greedy and you no longer felt your own taste on his tongue every time it touched yours. It was soft and agile, sometimes it curled up on yours and then escaped to walk all over your lips and when their mouths parted, he kissed your chin and went towards your neck and you only knew how to mutter disconnected words every jolt your body gave every time you felt the tip of his cock grazing your clitoris. Until you felt him heavily on you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder but realized that it was just for him to hold his cock to finally rub twice over your clit that ached with agony for attention. You gasped and screamed in pain when you felt him bite your neck at the same time he was slapping his cock three times over your entrance and with just one thrust, he sank himself inside you and growling along with you.
"So fucking warm, sweetheart. You feel so good squeezing my cock," he practically growled in your ear.
You moaned at the burning sensation his cock caused as he entered you, and you hadn't even told him if you were a virgin or not. "Oh, I actually forgot to ask you again if you were a virgin, my bad," as if he'd read your thoughts, he said, stopping to move.
âI'm notâŠâ you replied greedily.
"Excellent. Tell me, how many men have you had sex with?â He slowly thrust himself back into you, going deep into you as he ran his hands down your thighs.
"What?! What makes you think I've had sex with more than one man?â You were truly offended. "I was married!"
He took a good look at your face and ran his tongue over his own lip.
âWhat happened to your husband?â And he slid his hands around your waist, lifting your torso a little so he could hold your breasts.
âDon't you think this is a bad time to talk about these thing- oh, fuck, yesâŠâ You rolled your eyes as you felt him thrust hard into a very sensitive spot in you.
âIndeed, but it doesn't matter anyway, I'm the one fucking that pussy right now,â he said smiling, taking your nipples and twisting them between his fingers, making you gasp.
âYou should know when to shut up,â you snapped on a gasp, feeling him withdraw from you.
He released one of your breasts to hold his own cock and rub it on your clit. With the friction of the tip wet by pre-cum and your wetness, you felt your body heat up. And before you could even feel the orgasm, he'd slammed back into you in one strong thrust, making you jerk and moan loudly.
After a few more thrusts, he came out of you again.
"Let's change positions, I want to see you riding me," he said, already taking you around the waist and sitting down and making you sit on his lap.
In that position, you wouldn't see him going in and out of you, but you would see him looking at your body, which made you anxious.
"Put my cock inside your pussy again, pillar," he ordered, placing kisses on your neck, forcing your hips up, causing his cock to rub against your belly. "Don't be afraid to hold my dick, it really likes you." And he ended with a crooked smile, making you arch your eyebrow.
Reluctantly, you took hold of the thick base of his cock and lifted a little to position it at your entrance and with a groan of pleasure, you descended, feeling him in every corner of your insides.
He also grunted and squeezed your waist, making you start moving. As horny as you felt, it didn't take long for you to start moving your hips slowly on his member, drawing from him and you gasps and moans of delight.
"As I thought, you are graceful even when you dance on my dick." He moved his hands up your neck and down to your breasts until he reached your waist. "Don't stop, keep going at that pace."
Then he tipped his body backwards, laying his back on the floor, just looking at you from above. His cock in and out of your pussy and your tits bouncing as you moaned and rolled your eyes from loving riding him so much was definitely his favorite thing from then on.
"While I'm doing all the work, you're just chilling," you said breathlessly, feeling the sweat trickle down your skin, noticing that Akaza had his hands behind his head, watching you twerking on him.
"But the view is so beautiful..." he licked his lip and took his hands from behind his neck and brought them to your breasts where he squeezed at the same time that he launched his hips up, making his cock hit deep in you, making you roll your eyes and see stars.
"Oh, fuckâŠ" you whimpered.
As soon as he let go of your breasts, he put his right hand on your chest and pushed you back slightly, you only held on to his arms when he lifted his torso and leaned over yours to put you under his body. Half of your legs were suspended in the air, with your ass in his lap, as he held you firmly by the waist and hit you hard. His cock was going so deep into you that you couldn't even make a sound, you could only hear his balls slamming hard against your ass.
 "Hold on to me," he demanded, stopping his movements, still connected to you.
You did what he said and then you felt yourself lying flat on the floor. He grabbed both of your calves and placed them on either side of his shoulders, making his entire length hit an unknown spot on you. It hurt like hell and the pain got worse as he pounded deeply.
 "It hurts... This position hurts," you complained softly, your voice shanking with annoyance.
He stopped and stared at your face, still with his hands firmly on your waist.
"How boring was sex with your husband?" he asked genuinely in disbelief. You didn't like that and you refused to answer, but you knew he would make you talk. "I asked you a question, girl." He pushed himself inside you and squeezed your waist with an inordinate force, making you gasp in pain.
"We didn't innovate in the positions..." you replied at the time, brokenly.
"Hmm... and what was your sex like?"
"Hey, I'm not going to answer that!"Â You were stunned by his cockiness.
"I'm just curious."Â He shrugged and brought his hands up to your thighs, which were partially resting on his chest. "What was it like? You better answer..."
You grumbled.
"He would just lift the hem of my nightgown up to my belly, take off my panties and penetrate me until he came," you replied, feeling stupid.
Akaza arched an eyebrow.
"Even having such a feast served at home, he didn't even have the decency to taste it properly? What kind of loser did you get to be your husband?"
His rude words awakened your anger and without thinking twice, you slapped his face.
Realizing what you'd just done, you braced yourself for retaliation, but it didn't come, because all that happened was he heaved a sigh.
"Is it a weak slap like that you want to save that asshole's honor? Put more strength in that little hand, make my obsession with your strength assert," he said in an almost affectionate way.
And you slapped him again, a little harder.
"Harder."
And yet another slapping sound was heard.
"Weak human. That's why you weren't so well eaten-" and his sentence was left unfinished as his face fell to the side with the hard slap that hit the left side of his cheek.
There were a few seconds of silence. You watched his reaction, which didn't come right away. He remained with his face down, in the same position your slap had placed, and only then did you notice a trickle of blood running at the corner of his lip.
And he looked at you.
His eyes glittering dangerously and a macabre smile lining his bleeding lips.
Without saying anything, he took your legs from his shoulders to wrap them around his waist. Three strong, deep thrusts made your body jerk and the groan strangled in your throat in surprise.
One of his hands went to the back of your neck where he gripped your hair tightly and made you lift your head to face him.
"You are my best girl," he said before taking your lips in an aggressive kiss.
The thrusts were strong and deep, your tits swaying painfully with the aggressive rhythm of your bodies. The skin on your waist that was in contact with his hand was already burning from the grip.
It was so intense that you felt as if millions of little fireworks burst in your chest, intoxicating your senses and leaving you only muttering unintelligible things, showing him how good you were feeling.
He no longer measured the volume of his own moans or held back the expletives that escaped. Your pussy crushing his cock was just ammunition for his hips to move with more speed and firmness next to yours.
The erotic dance only came to an end when he grew more inside you and you felt him stretching you more and giving you errant thrusts, no longer taking care not to hurt you. You wanted to complain, but the pain mixed with that avalanche of sensation just made you want him to fuck you like that forever.
And then everything calmed down. It came out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You almost swore at him, but he put two fingers over your mouth and without thinking or receiving orders, you welcomed them into your mouth, sucking hard, looking straight into his bright eyes.
With his free hand, he was jerking off his cock, making a wet noise that was pleasant to hear. And then he took his fingers from your mouth cavity just to bring his groin closer to your body so he got up and lifted your torso by your hair, still without stopping masturbating himself, he put the wet tip of his cock on your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth and you obeyed without blinking, feeling his taste mixed with yours on your tongue.
But contrary to what you thought, he didn't try to shove himself fully into your mouth, he just rubbed the tip over your tongue and forced it into your cheeks, making you feel your skin tighten.
You noticed the moment his moans became grunts and his whole body shuddered and he took the wet cock of pre-cum and saliva from your mouth, without stopping with the strokes and without letting go of your hair, to then release the jets of cum against your face and neck. You just closed your eyes and let your own digits work over your pulsating clit in an attempt to cum along with him. Your orgasm arrived soon after, before his eyes. He was still affected by his release, but he still held your cum-stained face and stuck his thumb inside your mouth, which was bitten hard as you came. He smiled and pulled you by the arm so that you got up and leaned on him.
"Will you be my mine and let me turn you into a demon so we can fight forever by each other's side?" he asked as he had you sitting sideways on one of his thighs, keeping your legs apart to massage your thighs, right next to your entrance numb from frantic fucking.
"Do you still have that in your head?"Â your voice is broken.
"Of course. Now you have nothing left to lose. You said you don't have a husband anymore, you let a human be devoured by a demon and took pleasure in it, and now you let an even worse demon fuck you. Or is there something more in your worthless human life?"
You knew he was right. But a part of you still wanted to honor your mother's memory and her effort to protect you from evil.
However, while you made Akaza lie on the floor again and put your cunt in his mouth, you closed your eyes to ask your mother's forgiveness for having given in to evil, because you knew that this evil did not only inhabit the darkness, it also always has been inside you.
a/n: considere reblogging it, cause it helps a lot! <3
Comfort with Akaza. Fem! Reader whom has issues with her irresponsible father (verbally abusive, if that's okay with you?). She comes to Akaza during the middle of the night, sobbing violently and saying she wants to run away after a bad argument with her father.
n/a: just like you said it could be nsfw, i wrote a smut. Well, I really hope you like it, and I would be very happy if you'd consider reblogging!
when you came to tears looking for refuge in his arms, in the middle of the night, Akaza saw no other way out than to comfort you. he knew about the problems you had with your father, and he knew exactly how to calm you down and make you feel better.
that delicious burning sensation that came from the inside out as his cock pounded your pussy roughly, made your lips part to whisper how much you wanted more and needed him to never stop until you felt the luckiest woman ever. you wanted him deeper and deeper in you, you wanted him to fuck you with agony so that all that bad feeling bothering you in your chest would disappear and be replaced by his grunts in your ear along the kind words coming out of his mouth telling you how good you were for him, and that your crying made him feel miserable and weak â even though you knew that your red, puffy and watery eyes, looking for protection in his arms, turned him on.
you were feeling so good. he made you feel good. he fucked you so wonderfully that the careless words you had heard from your father were now nothing more than a vague memory like a bonfire that was slowly extinguishing in the depths of your subconscious until not even a spark remained, because now all that it burned you inside and kept you warm it was his eyes fixed on yours as he took his cock out of your pussy to rub the wet tip on your throbbing clit, making you shudder against his strong chest as you felt that feeling of relief forming in your underbelly, leaving you on edge.
Akaza was like a fortress you could retreat to on difficult days.
you were clinging onto his firm and broad shoulders for dear life when he grabbed your thighs and circled them around his hips to push himself back inside you in one fell swoop move, which became little by little firmer, slower, and deeper in you.
"kiss me, please," broken words left your trembling lips.
he didnât hesitate to take your lips in a gentle kiss, moving slowly and tangling his tongue in yours, now and then holding it in his lips to suck it and make you moan and move your hips so that your cunt narrowed right around his cock earning from him a moan against your mouth, and his thrusts becoming even more aggressive.
when you were already feeling overstimulated by his cock hitting you hard, you stretched your right foot, still keeping your left leg tight around his hip and moved a little, making you feel him exploring every corner from inside you. his cock was thick, and it filled you so good you just couldn't get enough of it. you both moaned in delight.
you wanted to complain when he suddenly stopped fucking you, lifted his torso and grabbed your outstretched heel, but you soon realized he just wanted to watch you. you lying on your yukata bunched up against your back, with your thigh so beautifully around his waist, your ass over his bent legs, and you both still so â wonderfully well â connected by your intimacies, all this was enough ammo to drive him crazy. your lips so wet from the recent kiss along with your crying expression â of pure pleasure, this time â made his mind go blank. with rough fingers, he slid over your entire torso â collarbone, shoulders and in the valley between your breasts â until he reached under your belly and rubbed his thumbs there, making you throb against his cock, earning from him a dangerous glance. he continued with the teasing until he had his fingers on your pulsing clit, where he massaged until you felt the heat building and spreading and the sounds of pleasure roaring from your lips as you panted and squirmed and grabbed one of your breasts, tighten it.
âfuck me hard, please, I'm cum-,â and you didn't have time to finish speaking when you felt him pound you roughly, as your cunt tightened in agony around his cock, making him moan loudly.Â
and in a grunt, you came together, him filling you with his seed.
still inside you, he bent over your body again so that his face was pressed to yours. your bright eyes â from the tears and the feeling of euphoria taking over you â, your trembling and parted lips composing an expression of pure accomplishment were the thing he liked most after seeing you cum so good for him; in him.
he kissed all over your face and caressed your cheek with his fingertips and finally withdrew from you, making you feel his warm cum coming out of your pussy.
âperfect,â he said, after getting up holding his cock and slowly jerking it off, looking at the state he had left you in: with your arms thrown by the sides of your head, your expression in delight and your legs slightly apart, from where he saw his release dripping between your thighs.Â
before you cringed in shame, you asked weakly:
"take me with you."
"what?" he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
âI don't want to go back there. please take me wherever you go, and if you donât want to take me with you, I'll run away anyway and you'll never see me again!â you said, feeling your eyes teary and starting to cry again.
he sighed and ran his tongue over his own lip and leaned over your body again, fitting between your legs. but he didn't do anything, he just stood there, holding you and wiping your tears with his thumbs before you started to sob.
âI'll take you with me,â he said. âalthough I like to see your crying face and I think youâre fucking cute when youâre sobbing, I like even more to see you smiling happily at me.â he kissed your lips and smiled at you before nimbly changing your position, placing you on your stomach, with your back against his chest and your ass in his crotch. with his husky voice, he said in your ear: "but are we done, starlet? it's not the time to threaten me yet."
Comfort with Akaza. Fem! Reader whom has issues with her irresponsible father (verbally abusive, if that's okay with you?). She comes to Akaza during the middle of the night, sobbing violently and saying she wants to run away after a bad argument with her father.
n/a: just like you said it could be nsfw, i wrote a smut. Well, I really hope you like it, and I would be very happy if you'd consider reblogging!
when you came to tears looking for refuge in his arms, in the middle of the night, Akaza saw no other way out than to comfort you. he knew about the problems you had with your father, and he knew exactly how to calm you down and make you feel better.
that delicious burning sensation that came from the inside out as his cock pounded your pussy roughly, made your lips part to whisper how much you wanted more and needed him to never stop until you felt the luckiest woman ever. you wanted him deeper and deeper in you, you wanted him to fuck you with agony so that all that bad feeling bothering you in your chest would disappear and be replaced by his grunts in your ear along the kind words coming out of his mouth telling you how good you were for him, and that your crying made him feel miserable and weak â even though you knew that your red, puffy and watery eyes, looking for protection in his arms, turned him on.
you were feeling so good. he made you feel good. he fucked you so wonderfully that the careless words you had heard from your father were now nothing more than a vague memory like a bonfire that was slowly extinguishing in the depths of your subconscious until not even a spark remained, because now all that it burned you inside and kept you warm it was his eyes fixed on yours as he took his cock out of your pussy to rub the wet tip on your throbbing clit, making you shudder against his strong chest as you felt that feeling of relief forming in your underbelly, leaving you on edge.
Akaza was like a fortress you could retreat to on difficult days.
you were clinging onto his firm and broad shoulders for dear life when he grabbed your thighs and circled them around his hips to push himself back inside you in one fell swoop move, which became little by little firmer, slower, and deeper in you.
"kiss me, please," broken words left your trembling lips.
he didnât hesitate to take your lips in a gentle kiss, moving slowly and tangling his tongue in yours, now and then holding it in his lips to suck it and make you moan and move your hips so that your cunt narrowed right around his cock earning from him a moan against your mouth, and his thrusts becoming even more aggressive.
when you were already feeling overstimulated by his cock hitting you hard, you stretched your right foot, still keeping your left leg tight around his hip and moved a little, making you feel him exploring every corner from inside you. his cock was thick, and it filled you so good you just couldn't get enough of it. you both moaned in delight.
you wanted to complain when he suddenly stopped fucking you, lifted his torso and grabbed your outstretched heel, but you soon realized he just wanted to watch you. you lying on your yukata bunched up against your back, with your thigh so beautifully around his waist, your ass over his bent legs, and you both still so â wonderfully well â connected by your intimacies, all this was enough ammo to drive him crazy. your lips so wet from the recent kiss along with your crying expression â of pure pleasure, this time â made his mind go blank. with rough fingers, he slid over your entire torso â collarbone, shoulders and in the valley between your breasts â until he reached under your belly and rubbed his thumbs there, making you throb against his cock, earning from him a dangerous glance. he continued with the teasing until he had his fingers on your pulsing clit, where he massaged until you felt the heat building and spreading and the sounds of pleasure roaring from your lips as you panted and squirmed and grabbed one of your breasts, tighten it.
âfuck me hard, please, I'm cum-,â and you didn't have time to finish speaking when you felt him pound you roughly, as your cunt tightened in agony around his cock, making him moan loudly.Â
and in a grunt, you came together, him filling you with his seed.
still inside you, he bent over your body again so that his face was pressed to yours. your bright eyes â from the tears and the feeling of euphoria taking over you â, your trembling and parted lips composing an expression of pure accomplishment were the thing he liked most after seeing you cum so good for him; in him.
he kissed all over your face and caressed your cheek with his fingertips and finally withdrew from you, making you feel his warm cum coming out of your pussy.
âperfect,â he said, after getting up holding his cock and slowly jerking it off, looking at the state he had left you in: with your arms thrown by the sides of your head, your expression in delight and your legs slightly apart, from where he saw his release dripping between your thighs.Â
before you cringed in shame, you asked weakly:
"take me with you."
"what?" he looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
âI don't want to go back there. please take me wherever you go, and if you donât want to take me with you, I'll run away anyway and you'll never see me again!â you said, feeling your eyes teary and starting to cry again.
he sighed and ran his tongue over his own lip and leaned over your body again, fitting between your legs. but he didn't do anything, he just stood there, holding you and wiping your tears with his thumbs before you started to sob.
âI'll take you with me,â he said. âalthough I like to see your crying face and I think youâre fucking cute when youâre sobbing, I like even more to see you smiling happily at me.â he kissed your lips and smiled at you before nimbly changing your position, placing you on your stomach, with your back against his chest and your ass in his crotch. with his husky voice, he said in your ear: "but are we done, starlet? it's not the time to threaten me yet."
hiya, this one is kinda vague,,, but how about a nsfw short one-shot where the reader gives akaza a blowjob to help him relieve any pent-up stress he has from doing things for Muzan?? he can be rough or gentle, doesn't matter to me <3
n/a: did you say... rough? *mischievous grin*
reader is a demon here, yea
rough blowjob under the cut
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as much as you put all the effort into concentrating on your breathing and thus getting your throat to relax, you couldn't help but feel Akaza's cock scratching every corner of your throat as his thrusts became increasingly rough and imprecise.
you knew he was in pure rage when you went after him and asked if he wanted to take out all his anger on you. being his sex toy, Akaza didn't hesitate to order you to get on your knees and suck him off until he was reaching the heaven. you couldn't hold back the rising arousal that made your panties wet at the thought that he wouldn't be as gentle with you now as he was before. he was stressed about Lord Muzan's demands and receiving those humiliating scoldings, even after he'd made a fucking effort to meet his expectations. you knew very well what that feeling was like, you'd seen him get scolded a few times, and you were relieved being just a weak demon that Muzan gave a zero flying fuck to if you served like the slut that Akaza, one of the upper moons who he valued for his subservience, fucked any time he wanted.
but despite being a demon and having a body much more resistant than a mere human, you were countless times weaker than Akaza, whose amount of demonic blood in his veins gave an overwhelming strength that made you gasp and tear, struggling for air as his cock went in and out without any delicacy from your mouth, one, two, three... five times, making you gasp and smear your lips and chins with your own saliva mixed with his precum each time.
still, like the good girl you were, you did everything you could to make him feel good. you relaxed your tongue for his cock to slide more easily and you closed your lips tightly along his entire length and sucked him hard when he gave you a truce in the thrusts. but again, he would hold your head and painfully thrust his hips forward, slamming his member deep into your throat, making you grunt and form wet choking sounds and remain still for a few seconds and you take advantage of this to use your tongue to lick his balls, but he soon withdraw his cock out of your mouth and repeat the process with the double strength. your nails digging into the skin of both of his thighs, drawing blood, seemed just an extra stimulus for him.
"I'm going to come and I want to see you swallow it all, like the good girl I know you are," his voice came out as a growl, it sounded like an untamed beast, which made you cringe and welcome the tip of his member into your mouth and suck, feeling its precum running through the corners of your lips and the indistinguishable taste impregnating your tongue.
in fact, you felt him harder and the veins throbbed inside your mouth, indicating that he wouldn't last much longer. then you sucked him a few more times and felt his body jolt and the grunts of pleasure grow louder and louder. without taking his cock out of your mouth, you looked at him and saw his expression filled with pleasure. with his head tilted back, his jaw set and the dirtiest things coming out of his lips, he finally came.
you had some difficulty in swallowing all his cum, but as you were obedient, you fulfilled your role well. not satisfied, you licked the entire length of it, cleaning it, until you reached the tip where you ran your tongue over that area and gave it a little kiss in the swollen tip.
your fast regeneration made your throat no longer burning, but you wouldn't mind feeling it bothering you any longer.
you remained on your knees, looking longingly at him, waiting for him to praise you. your eyes brightened as you watched him recover from his recent orgasm and turned his attention to you. his golden eyes also shone, but dangerously, and you were starting to despair at the thought that he was dissatisfied, but to your relief, his hand tenderly caressed your cheek. your submissive image, with your lips wet and swollen from the sinful things you had just done along with the remnants of tears that imprinted on your cheeks for the effort you made to pleasure him, made him smile at you.
"as always, you were a very good, good girl," he said softly, as you laid your head in the palm of his hand, closing your eyes to better enjoy his affection.
n/a: reblogs help a lot so please consider thist! <3
