Need a cute little submissive toy who's fiery and loud normally.
The kind that tilts at video games real bad. The kind that naturally takes control of the conversation. All just so I can shut them up when I message them and hear them all flustered.
"Youre such a dumb little whore"
"Aww are you mad?"
"Your lips would look a lot prettier around something else"
Would be so cute if the contrast between them being confident and flustered is super apparent too.
"What happened? Lost your voice?"
"Is everything alright? Why are you so quiet now?"
Would literally make them my cute little doll to use
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when summoning a demon is successful, you suddenly find your life turned upside down. both you and the demon getting more than you bargained for in the other.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ only, smut, swearing, mentions/depictions of reader being stalked, mentions/depictions of the supernatural, light blood warning, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v sex, creampie, f!reader, she/her pronouns used, virgin!reader, choso probably ooc (demon)
This wasn’t a good idea hours ago and it’s certainly not a good idea now. Your friend rocked up earlier today, rambling about how she’s had a fantastic idea to summon a demon and bind it to do your bidding. Muttering something about needing revenge against one of her coworkers for always eating her lunch.
At the time, you had looked her square in the eyes and said, “You cannot be serious.”
“I am,” her eyes had sparkled and her mouth was curled up in an overly excited smile, “Don’t tell me you’re scared?” She was goading you and you knew it.
It’s fair to be scared though, you think anyways. You haven’t told her – or anyone for that matter – but you have a predilection towards the supernatural that you tend to keep to yourself. So, you very much believe and you very much were scared.
By the way she was talking about it, you could see she wasn’t completely serious, not believing that you’d actually successfully summon a demon. You however, well, you weren’t convinced it would work but only because you have no idea where she had gotten the summoning spell from, otherwise you one-hundred percent believe it’s possible to summon something otherworldly.
In the back of your mind, you thought it possible and if it was, you seriously doubt she’ll be able to contain the thing. So no, you did not summon a demon with her, at least… not at first. You had denied to, vehemently in fact, but the girl is good at one thing and it’s convincing you to follow through on horrible ideas.
She is the one common denominator in all your questionable actions and it doesn’t help that she’s obsessed with the occult and witchcraft and ghosts and just about every other ‘spooky’ thing you can think of. How many times did you see or feel something and have to pretend you didn’t? You lost count a long time ago.
Things are attracted to you, so you stay away, or at least you pretend you don’t see them, it makes your life easier. Telling her would just result in her curiosity piquing and possibly putting you at risk and you’re certainly not going to tell her of your ‘ability’ or unfortunate circumstance, not today… or ever.
Despite your better judgement and despite her history of having bad ideas, you’re sat across from each other on your living room floor. Floorboards marked with some kind of summoning circle drawn in a red paint pen she had brought with her. A little bowl is sitting in the centre of it, what looks like miscellaneous herbs and paper sitting in it.
“This is stupid,” you grumble at her, looking at all the candles she’s set up and lit, far too many in your opinion.
“Shush,” her tone is sharp, “I’m trying to focus,” she’s squinting down at the old looking book she has sat in her lap.
It’s actually really old looking, “Where did you get that?”
Groaning, she looks through her lashes at you, “Seriously, be quiet, do you want this to work or not?”
Tone dead when you immediately reply, “Not.”
“Sceptic,” she rolls her eyes.
Scoffing, you accuse, “You don’t even think it will work.”
“Ah, But I hope it will,” a smile is present on her lips again.
It’s quiet after that, unsettling so, but her sudden words are even more unsettling. Murmuring some kind of incantation, the words send a shiver down your spine, a bad feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.
The lights in your apartment are off but they flicker on for a second before going back off, you don’t like this at all. You don’t think she feels it but you do, the air is charged and all your hairs are standing on end.
Her words don’t stop though, eyes focused on the words in front of her, the feeling inside you keeps increasing. Like it’s pitching higher and higher, it’s making you feel high-strung. When she reaches the end of the page, it all drops at once. The feeling completely gone from you, like she messed it up at the last second or like there’s more that needs to be done.
Your friends voice shocks you, “Man… the lights flicking on totally had me thinking it would work.” She sounds disappointed.
Trying to sound neutral, you hum at her, “You know it never does…”
She seems completely unaffected, probably not realising just how close she seemed to be to summoning something you probably shouldn’t mess around with. The fact it didn’t work is for the best.
“Whatever, you wanna watch a movie or something now?” She gets up easily, hands patting her thighs as she does.
Warily, you ask, “What kind?”
Shooting you an evil smile, she gleams, “The Exorcist.”
Grabbing a cushion off the couch beside you and chucking it at her, “Oh, fuck off.”
Catching it easily she laughs and tosses it back on the couch before helping you up off the floor. You do watch a movie together but it is not ‘The Exorcist’.
It’s late when she’s shuffling out your apartment door, you’d told her she was welcome to stay but she had said her parents were visiting early tomorrow and didn’t have faith in herself getting there before them if she stayed.
Of course, she didn’t clean up her mess, left everything behind. Almost everything, she remembered to take the book with her. Sighing to yourself, you wander over to the summoning circle. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and crouching down, you reach into the little bowl, wondering just what she had put in there.
Something sharp pricks at your finger and you hiss through your teeth, not expecting it. When you pull back, you’ve accidentally left drops of blood in the bowl and inside the circle itself, what the fuck did she put in there?
Looking at your finger, you can see the little amount you’re still bleeding. Cursing your friend internally, you’re about to get up when the lights in your apartment suddenly go out. All the candles that had long since been extinguished flick back on, that heavy feeling weighs in the air again and you want to run but you’re frozen to your spot.
A cold feeling runs down your spine and the room feels like it’s full of static electricity, your blood growing hot quickly. Your eyes shut for a moment and you hope whatever is happening stops soon, pretend you don’t see it, pretend you don’t see it, you chant to yourself. It’s always worked before; you pretend you can’t see anything and you get left alone.
Though that may not ring true when you’ve literally summoned whatever it is into your apartment of your – almost – own free will. When you open your eyes, it’s hard to see. All the candles having gone out, but a pair of black boots are stood in front of you. You’re still crouching down on your haunches, head tilted down, the boots are throwing you off… do demons wear boots?
Whatever it is, is stoic, unmoving, just standing in front of you and waiting. Attempting to be brave, you pry your eyes up, scaling its body and… it’s… a man? Well, appears to be anyway, it’s– he’s standing there, looking down at you, somewhat impatiently.
His expression doesn’t change, “Do all humans crouch on the floor for this long or are you unique in that aspect?”
You frown at that; you know when you think demon you expect them to be murderous and angry but not… verbally hostile. “I’m scared.”
He squints at you, “Stop it, it’s inconvenient to me.”
“Having a demon in my apartment is inconvenient to me,” you mumble.
His arms cross and he seems genuinely ticked off by your statement, “Oh? Maybe you shouldn’t have summoned me then.”
Finally, you gather yourself enough to shoot up off the floor, standing to your full height, which feels like a poor choice when you realise he still towers over you. It’s not just his height that’s intimidating though, mostly you think it’s just him, his essence, his aura? Energy? You don’t know but he’s what you were feeling, the overwhelming pressure that makes your blood hot.
“Hmm,” he leans forward slightly, getting a closer look at you, “You’re a bit interesting, aren’t you?”
You don’t know what exactly he’s seeing but you don’t like the implication, “No.”
“No?” He doesn’t understand why you’d deny it, to him, it’s fairly obvious that you are different than most humans of today’s age. He leans back out of your space but keeps his eyes trained on you, “So…”
You’re still frightened but he’s not done anything, he’s not moved his two feet from that same spot he first appeared in, “So what?”
Sighing, he groans, “What do you want?” When you don’t speak straight away, he adds, “My interest is fleeting, tell me what you want so I can leave.”
“What I want…?”
“Yes, that’s what the summon was for,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “Why mess with things you don’t understand?”
Your voice is smaller than you want it to be throughout this whole interaction, “I didn’t mean to summon you…”
He looks down at the summoning circle and all the candles, all signs pointing towards yes, you did mean to summon him.
You rush to explain, albeit poorly, “Okay, I know how it may look like I meant to but I didn’t mean to.”
He raises a brow at you, “This is incredibly annoying; you know that right?”
As you look up at his unamused face, you feel your eyes burn with your question, “Are you going to kill me?”
He grimaces at you, “Kill you? Do you know about how any of this works?”
“Not really, no…” your eyes flick behind him for a second, “…I meant it when I said I didn’t mean to summon you.” As your eyes adjust to the dark, you can take in his appearance more. Dark hair and eyes, pale skin, you regretfully notice that he’s attractive. Though, that’s hardly surprising, wouldn’t you want to be appealing to the people you wish to trick?
His head tilts at you but he stays quiet, he’s hoping you will offer the information yourself, asking you things has been woefully unhelpful so far. Only serving to make you more anxious and confused about what’s happened.
The silence is becoming unbearable to you. It’s the way he’s just staring at you, like he’s interrogating you with his gaze, “My friend wanted to summon you… not me.” You don’t know how much you should tell him.
He clicks his tongue, “So, why am I bound to you and not your friend?”
Bound? He’s bound to you, oh this cannot bode well, “I don’t know?”
Scratching at the back of his neck, his tone is tense, “Just tell me how the summoning happened. What did you do?”
Your hands lift in defence, “Not much at all, honest.”
For the first time since he appeared here, he moves and grabs your wrist, his hand pulling yours close. He inspects your finger, the one with the nick on it, “You bled.”
It’s scary, you’re scared, he’s fast and strong and now you know he can move and was just choosing not to, “Only a little bit… not on purpose.”
Dropping your hand again, he moves back, giving you space, “But you did.”
“Yeah.”
Frowning, he explains, “You’re the one who bled so now I’m bound to you, not your little friend.”
You nod as if this is all common sense, as if summoning a demon is so natural to you, “Oh… I see, okay, well… can you stop… being bound… to me?”
“In short? No.”
You guffaw at him, “What?”
He scrunches his brows, “Did your friend not bother explaining any of it to you?”
“Obviously not,” your answer was unintentionally sharp and you feel bad, since he’s been, well not kind but he’s not hurt you, “Sorry, no… she didn’t… How exactly does it work?”
“The way this particular binding works is – you summon and bind me with blood, which you have done,” he looks down at your pricked finger, “Then, I can’t leave until you ask a favour of me. After I have completed it, I can leave but I will still be bound to you and when you call my name, I’ll be summoned back and I can’t leave until you ask a new favour of me.” His frown settles deep on his features, “Essentially, girl, you have bound me to you forever.”
You’re wide eyed and surprised, who knew binding spells were so… permanent? “Oh… that’s… not nice, sorry…” You purse your lips, “Is there not… a spell to counteract it?”
“No,” he looks down his nose at you, features resetting back to neutral, “You shouldn’t have been able to summon me in the first place, I thought I got rid of all your human books that contained the information.”
Your brain gets a little stuck on ‘human books’, the implication of ‘demon books’ interesting to you and also amusing. He seems very forthcoming but you’re still cautious, “Why tell me all this? Would it not be easier to use underhanded trickery and get me to ask for a menial favour and leave without telling me your name?”
His gaze sharpens at you, “A ‘favour’ has to be specified, I don’t follow your every whim. You have to specify that the favour you’re asking for is the one I am required to follow through on.”
It’s awfully particular, it feels like whoever figured out how to bind him was very careful about how to do so in a way that would benefit them most, “Okay… you know it’s not lost on me that you’ve not mentioned your name.”
“Names have power to demons,” his brow twitches, like he’s annoyed that you’d noticed that, “You’ve not mentioned your name either.”
“You’ve not asked for it,” you shrug, “Human names don’t hold that much significance though.” Not as much as demons, considering you can literally summon him with his.
“You’re not going to give me your name?” He’s taken aback by your unwillingness.
Shaking your head, you say, “Not until you give me yours.”
His brow raises at you, interested, “My name will mean you can summon me freely.”
“I suppose so but I don’t really have any intention of using it like that,” you’re not lying, you don’t even intend on asking a favour, you mean, what the hell are you meant to do with a blood bound demon?
Your only intent is uncovering more information, he’s giving you answers and telling you things freely but he’s also keeping things from you, specific information. You’re not dumb, you’re not going to trust some demon just because he – presently – doesn’t seem to want to bring you any harm.
He challenges, “Ask a favour so I can leave then.”
You’re blunt and straight to the point, “I don’t want any favours from you.” He looks completely annoyed by your answer and you can understand why, “…You’re not going to kill me are you?”
He grits his teeth, “I can’t.”
“You can’t?” You find that unlikely to be the truth.
He speaks slowly, “I am capable of doing so but I can’t.”
“So, which is it? Can or can’t?”
“I can but I won’t,” he rolls his shoulders.
“Why not?”
“You have a lot of questions,” he’s growing tired of answering them, “The bind means I can’t harm you.”
Thinking on it for a second, you consider how to ask your next question, “What about the bind makes it so you could theoretically harm or kill me but also means you can’t?”
He sighs like he doesn’t really want to answer you, “We are bound. If you die I die–”
“–So why use the word harm?”
He stops, “What?”
“You said harm not kill,” it’s an interesting distinction, “Do you also take on whatever injury I may get?”
His eyes are intense, paying close attention to you, “Anything other than something of your own doing or natural occurrences I will be aware of… though, I imagine I probably won’t feel it as much as you would.” He cracks his neck, “I could torture you into asking a favour but it would hurt me too, though again, not as much as it would you.”
You’re trying to sort through everything he’s said when he interrupts your thoughts, “You’re getting very caught up on if I’m going to do something to you, if it matters, I wouldn’t want to even if I could.”
That gives you pause, “Why tell me that?”
He waves you off, “You’re very stiff, it’s uncomfortable to look at.”
He answers properly when you ask him things directly… you don’t know if he’s choosing to or if he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. Everything you know about demons are the things that everyone knows, or the things your friend has told you but you don’t exactly trust her sources. In either case you’re unsure if you can even trust any of his answers so far.
Even though you won’t believe his answer fully, you ask anyway, “Have you lied at all?”
Shrugging, he says, “Not so far,” and then he gives you the same question, “Have you?”
“Not intentionally.”
He hums at you, intrigued by your answer.
Against your better judgement, or will really, you’re beginning to relax slightly. His presence is overwhelming but after sitting in it for a bit, it’s not… off putting. It’s not a feeling you’re completely unfamiliar with, the little shadows that follow you have the same static feeling to them, just lesser. You hadn’t ever really considered what they were but you’re wondering now.
“The bind… is very inconvenient to you,” you’re simply making an observation, if he’s been telling the truth – which you’re still not sure on – this situation is incredibly beneficial for whoever binds him and incredibly annoying to him.
“It wasn’t made to be convenient for me, it was made for the express purpose of aiding the person who binds me.”
“…Right…” tilting your head, you look him over a bit more carefully, “…Is that why it’s so extensive?”
Either he wasn’t listening or he’s confused on why you pointed it out, “What?”
“Well, I’ve just noticed there are a lot of rules that make it harder for you to have your freedom after the summoning… so either you’re lying to lure me into a false sense of security or whoever made the rules really didn’t want you to have an easy way out,” you’re getting tired of standing here like this.
He notes, “You really don’t trust me.”
It feels a little silly for him to point that out when he’s a complete stranger and also a demon, so yeah, excuse you for being a little sceptical on whether he’s trustworthy or not.
Instead of being rude, you ask, “Do you trust me?”
He eyes you over, like he’s sizing you up, “Humans are supposed to be incredibly stupid.”
You scratch the back of your neck sheepishly, “Ah, we are.”
He makes a sound like he was about to laugh before coughing to cover it, “You’re perceptive, is what I was trying to say.”
“I suppose I have more reason than most to be cautious but I’m no smarter than the average person,” you shrug.
Clicking his tongue, he changes the topic, “Since you’re coming to understand, ask your favour, I’d like to leave.”
“I told you I don’t want one,” you don’t mean to be rude but it sounds a little harsh when you repeat your earlier sentiments.
He scowls slightly, “I can’t leave if you don’t ask one.”
You counter him, “I don’t even know what I would ask for.”
“Then ask for something mundane,” he’s getting impatient now, tone curt.
“I’m really sorry, demon man, but I still don’t trust you and I’m not even sure there won’t be any pitfalls to asking you for a favour.” There is always a catch.
His scowl deepens at how you refer to him, apparently not liking it, “Usually you would be right but these are different circumstances.”
The lights finally flicker back on and you squint against the sudden change, it wasn’t even all that light in your apartment in the first place but after sitting in the dark for so long, your few lamps feel like you’ve been flash banged.
Huffing, you turn and walk towards your kitchen, turning your back on him might be dumb but it’s also a way to test his word. If he tries anything, then at the very least, you can die knowing you were right.
His steps trail behind you, ignoring him, you continue your walk to the kitchen. Passing your breakfast bar, there is a little creature sitting on top of it and you falter almost imperceptibly. Recovering, you do as you always do and pretend you don’t notice it. They don’t frequently enter your apartment; you’ve never really been sure on why but it’s presence inside took you off guard because of it.
It's mostly shapeless, dark shadows, sometimes they’re rounder, thinner, spikier, they come in all shapes and sizes and sometimes they’re almost cute but they’re a nuisance. When you acknowledge them, they attach to you and cause trouble. Hence, your avoidance of them, it’s almost like acknowledging them gives them power. A fact you learnt the hard way.
Behind you, the demon make a noise of interest, one that irks you, “What?” You question.
“You saw it,” he states.
Turning, you face him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He only raises a brow at you.
The creatures shape is twitching, reacting to the demon in front of it, not seeming all that fond of him. He reaches his hand out and flicks at it, the shape disintegrating, gone after he’d put his hand through it.
After touching it, he shakes his hand slightly before tucking his arms crossed over his chest, “Why lie?”
Your brows pinch together, he’s caught you in your lie and you’re wondering if it really will do any good in continuing with it. For the first time in your life, you admit to being able to see them, “It’s easier to pretend I can’t see them…”
He sighs, exasperated, like his situation has somehow gotten so much more annoying, “Ignoring them won’t work forever.”
“I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it,” you’ve been fine this long.
Moving to the sink, you wash your hands, wanting to clean the blood off your pricked finger. While wiping your hands dry, you jump when turning and seeing him right in front of you, “Don’t sneak up on me like that, geez,” your heart is hammering in your chest, he’s really quiet.
Ignoring you, he says, “Being bound to you just became even more bothersome so I’m going to tell you some things I left out.”
“I still don’t trust you.” Again, literal demon in front of you.
His face is incredibly serious, tone grim, “You don’t have much of a choice.”
For the first time tonight, you feel more inclined to listen to and believe what he’s saying. It’s not like he’s been light-hearted all night but he’s not been nearly as stern as he was just now. So, you nod at him, asking him wordlessly to continue.
“I can’t lie to you when asked a direct question, I wasn’t going to tell you because it benefit me more if you didn’t know but continuing without your trust is going to be annoying. I don’t need you thinking in the back of your mind that I’m going to kill you.”
He’s standing a little too close to you now, it’s setting you on edge, “Why do you need my trust?”
“You, are a target, those things follow you because of your energy. In short, you have a lot of it and they want it.” He squints at you accusatorily, like it’s your fault or something.
Taking a step back, you lean against the kitchen counter, giving yourself a bit of space from him, “They’re mostly harmless though, if I ignore them.”
“There are scarier things out there than them,” he alone is proof of that.
You’re trying to remain calm and collected, “That’s...”
“Remember, if you die, I die,” it’s almost like he’s trying to keep you calm, keep you on track.
You need to test if you can trust his words, “I’m really sorry,” he looks confused by your sudden apology, “But if you can’t lie to me… then what is your name?”
Oh, he didn’t like that at all, his face contorting in anger, “Choso.”
There’s a slim chance that he’s still lying to you, to get you to trust him but the utterly frustrated expression he’s wearing tells you otherwise.
He’s stepping close to you again, arms either side your form, hands resting on the countertop, keeping you trapped between him and the bench, “If you still don’t trust me after that, this is going to become incredibly difficult for the both of us.”
“I trust you…” As much as you can anyway.
“Had to get bound to someone like you,” he mutters angrily.
You’re a little offended, “Hey, I didn’t exactly want to get stuck with you either.”
Grunting, he pulls back, not paying your words any mind, “You need to be more careful from here on out.”
“I’m always careful,” does he not realise you’ve lived for this long, you’re careful.
He corrects, “More careful.”
“What else could I possibly do to be more careful,” ignoring them is all you really can do, it’s not like flicking them away would work for you.
“For one, stop attempting to summon demons,” his tone makes it feel like you’re being scolded… because you are.
Feeling the need to defend yourself, you murmur, “It was my friends idea…”
With no hesitation, he returns, “Your friend is an idiot.”
“Hey–”
“–And so are you, for also doing it.”
You don’t like that he has a point, it’s worse that you did it actually, since you know these things are real.
His question feels like it comes out of nowhere, “What else does your friend like doing?”
You doubt he’s suddenly grown an interest in her as a person, “Why?”
Your eyes track him as he moves to the other side of the kitchen and leans again the countertop opposite you, “Because if they’re the kind of idiot to summon demons, they’re probably also doing other stupid things.”
Pursing your lips, you look away from him because he hit the nail on the head, “She likes to go to abandoned buildings, cemeteries… she likes all things… uhm, scary? I guess.”
Tilting his head, he looks you over again, he seems to do that a lot, “Does she not know about you?”
Covering yourself with your arms, you answer, “Easier not to tell her.”
“Idiot.”
“Okay! stop calling me an idiot now, please,” You get it, you’re an idiot, you don’t need this demon telling you that repeatedly.
“Stop going to risky places with her,” he doesn’t apologise, “Puts you at risk.”
“Okay,” it’s easier to just agree, you’re getting tired, it was already late when your friend left.
Abruptly, he announces, “Don’t bother asking a favour, I won’t be leaving for a bit.”
You almost sputter, “What?” You had just about resigned yourself to asking for one so he would leave and you could sleep in peace.
Rephrasing, he says, “There are some things I want to see, so I will be staying for a bit.”
“How am I meant to sleep in my apartment when there is also a demon in it?” You’re so, so tired, why is he so weird. Are all the demons this weird? Or is it just this one?
He is completely unsympathetic to your plight, “Not my problem.”
“You’re not very nice,” you’re not even really sure why you say it, like it would mean anything to him.
He doesn’t even dignify it with a response, just looking at you with an expression that looks almost as tired as you feel.
“Listen, demon man–”
“–You know my name now, use it.”
That catches you off guard, you hadn’t used it in fear of offending him but it seems like you managed to do that anyhow, “Choso…” using his name feels weirdly intimate, “I need to sleep, so you have to go away.”
Gaze even, he says it how he sees it, “I can’t and like I said, I’m not going to. There are some things I’d like to see.”
The most annoying part of what he’s just said is surprisingly the first bit, “What do you mean can’t?”
“I have to be within the general vicinity of where I was summoned or near the person I’m bound to,” he answers cooly, like that isn’t the most inconvenient thing you’ve heard all night.
“What? How am I meant to sleep peacefully? Have people over?” You have a date coming up, what if you wanted to bring them back here?
He repeats an earlier statement, “Not. My. Problem.” No sympathy from him.
You raise your hands in exasperation, clenching into fists by your head before dropping them and letting the tension go. Trying to calm yourself, “I need to sleep, I’m going to sleep and hope this is some weirdly vivid dream.”
He goes to open his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a single hand raising, “No. We can talk more at an appropriate time, if you’re still here.” You inhale and exhale a deep breath, “Do not come into my room. Stay out here.”
Rolling his eyes at you, he dismisses, “Go to bed.”
Keeping your eyes on him, you squint, sceptical of him as you wander out the kitchen and towards your bedroom. He doesn’t watch you but you know he can tell you’re watching him. When your back hits your bedroom door, you slip inside and shut the door.
How are you meant to get even a little bit of sleep with him out there?
⟢
It’s dark in your room when you open your eyes, only a small amount of light creeping in from behind your closed blinds. You guess you somehow managed to fall asleep, it’s still early in the morning though, so you probably only got a few hours. You have never been more thankful for the weekend than you are right now.
Rolling over, you look at your bedroom door, wondering if that all really happened last night or if you’ve just woken up from a really weird and detailed dream. Flopping onto your back, you stare at the ceiling instead, not sure if you’re ready to face if it was real. You’d stay like this all day but footsteps from outside your room prompt you to get up.
Tentatively, you poke your head out your door, eyeing your living area carefully. A figure is sat on your couch, reading one of your books. It’s Choso, you sigh with the realisation that it was all real, feeling like you’re apart of some sick cosmic joke right about now.
He speaks without looking to you, knowing you’re there, “You read a lot of poorly written books…”
“Excuse me?” How does he manage to insult you in ways you weren’t expecting.
He glances at you quickly before looking back at the book, “I’ve been reading some of your books but your selection is disappointing.”
Your eyes shift over to your bookcase next to your television to see a pile of books sitting in front of it, like he can’t be bothered putting them back properly after he’s deemed them unworthy.
“You’ve made a mess,” your tone weak, exhausted.
His attention is finally off the book as he shifts to face you, arm resting on the back of the couch, “Those ones aren’t worth keeping.”
“I liked them…” Sure, they weren’t all works of art but some of them were cute fantasies filled with action and adventure and romance and… You feel like you might spontaneously combust out of embarrassment because… did this demon read the books containing porn?What a horrific albeit amusing thought.
He raises a brow at you, confused by your sudden change in behaviour. He ignores it though, not really one to care about your comfortability, “Are you ready to talk again?”
“I don’t think anyone would ever be ready for the kind of talk you wish to have,” you’re staring blankly into the distance. There are literally a billion different things on your mind right now and nearly all of them have to do with him.
His eyes track you as you wander over to the book pile he’d made. Crouching down, you begin putting them back into their spots on the shelf.
He hums from behind you, “It’s simple, I need to determine some things about your situation and until I’m satisfied I won’t be going anywhere.”
Groaning, you continue cleaning the books, “You understand how inconvenient that is to me, right?”
“You understand how inconvenient it is to me that my immortal life is tied to a pitiful human, right?” Before you can protest or really add anything to the conversation, he continues, “One, at that, who enjoys meddling with things that wish her harm?”
Ignoring basically all of what he’s just said, you glare at him, “If you’re so intent on staying here then the least you could do is be considerate and leave things as you find them.” Getting up, you approach him and pluck the book from his hands, “Or better yet, not snoop around in things that do not belong to you.”
He waves you off, “Things would go smoother if you would just cooperate.”
You don’t really have a reply so you don’t give him one, choosing instead to walk back to the bookshelf and place the book you took from him on it. This being your reality hasn’t really set in yet, how are you meant to live like this? Glancing back at the demon lounging on your couch, he stares back at you, apparently having been watching you the whole time.
“Ignoring me won’t make me go away,” he says it so matter-of-factly that it pisses you off.
Turning away again, you ignore him… like he’s wrong and it’ll start working. It’s not going to, you know that. It’s been made clear he’s not leaving but you keep hoping he will. Maybe you could blame this all on your lack of sleep. You’re so tired, the rest you got definitely not enough, though you don’t think even a perfect rest would be enough to deal with all this.
His voice cuts through your thoughts, “You said we could talk more at an appropriate hour.”
You groan at him, “You’re a demon, there’s a blood pact, you technically can leave but are now choosing not to and apparently plan on making it damn near impossible for me to live a normal life.”
“I’m not the one who decided it would be a fun evening activity to summon a demon.”
Oh, he’s struck a nerve, “Well it wasn’t mine either!”
“Speaking of, get that book off your friend,” he stretches his limbs, “I don’t know what’ll happen if that binding spell is used again while I’m already stuck to you.”
You snark back at him, “Maybe you’ll go bother them instead.”
Paying no mind to your tone, he answers, “That would be the best-case scenario.”
With the books all back on the shelf, you sigh, “It’s too early for this.”
Disregarding your bad mood, he changes the topic again, “When you go out, keep a mental note of the things you see.”
“That’s so much work,” you’ve put so much time into training your brain to ignore them, doing the opposite would be effort you don’t know if you can be bothered to exert.
It’s his turn to be in a bad mood now, “I don’t care, do it.”
“So bossy…” You mutter under your breath.
“Just do what I ask, you’re being so resistant when this is for your safety,” he’s growing weary of your attitude.
“Yeah but like… I’d probably be fine; I have been for this long.” You shrug at him, “This is about you being worried about dying but you will be fine because I am always fine.”
He stares back at you, apparently lost for words but the look in his eyes says enough. He hates this situation and he hates how blasé you’re being about it.
⟢
It’s been about a month since he first showed up and he still won’t leave even though you gave up and started doing what he asked. Paying attention to the little creatures while also not looking like you’re paying attention to them is difficult and tedious but you’ve done it. Somehow, there seems to be less of them ever since Choso, you don’t know if correlation is equal to causation in this situation but it has to be more than a coincidence.
When you had told Choso about this connection you made he only hummed at you in thought and then walked away to the spare room you graciously allowed him to stay in. He’s so dismissive of you but getting time to yourself without his overwhelming presence is a small relief you allow yourself to feel.
Having him in your home is weird to say the least, he’s not as annoying as a house guest as you initially thought he would be but it’s also strange that he’s just… always here. If he sleeps you’re never around to witness it and he still goes through all your things even though you protest every time you find him doing so. To his credit, you imagine he is incredibly bored so you’re not as mean as you could be.
Tonight is the date you were meant to go on a while ago, you kept postponing it. There’s been too much on your mind to think about dating, even if you wanted to you wouldn’t be able to bring him back to your apartment, not with the demon residing in your guest room.
It’s too late to back out though and you’ve cancelled so many times now, you’d feel bad if you did it again. So, you get ready even though you’re not as excited as you would’ve been a month ago. It really is a shame; he’s a nice person and you feel awful for rescheduling on him so much.
While looking in the mirror by your front door, Choso shows up behind you, watching you fuss over your appearance. His brows pinch at you in confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready,” you glance at him through the mirror.
He waits a moment like he’s expecting you to say more, “…For?”
Your brow raises at him, “I feel like I’ve told you already.”
Still, you didn’t answer his question. Something that has been growing to annoy him. He sighs at you, “Then remind me.”
Spinning to face him before answering, “I have a date tonight.”
“Hmm… and you’ll be going out… all night?”
The way he phrased it is bizarre to you, cocking your head as you ask, “Is that a problem?”
“It should be fine,” he looks to be in thought, an expression you’re getting used to seeing.
“Is there something you want or can I go now,” you meant it as more of a rhetorical question but he doesn’t seem to take it as one.
“I want to test something before you leave,” he steps closer to you.
You’d take a step back but the wall is right behind you, “And what do you want to test?”
He ignores your question, much to your dismay. He’s stepping closer to you and you feel worried at what he’s about to do, not able to do anything but stand here. As he wraps his arms around you, you brace yourself for something more to happen but nothing does. His hands pull you closer to him, your body flush to his. When you realise he’s not going to do anything to you, you wiggle in his hold.
He leans down to speak into your ear, “Don’t move.”
The words breathed against your skin send a shiver down your spine. “Were you just… in the mood for a cuddle or is there a grand reason behind this?” You’re hoping to offer levity, feeling uncomfortable at the moment.
It’s warm, he’s warm and sturdy, his breath hot against you. Your body temperature is rapidly spiking, your thoughts getting fuzzy the longer he holds you against him.
He pulls back from you, as stoic as ever, “Pay attention to your surroundings tonight.”
It’s not until later into that evening that you realise what he may have done by holding you like that, the shadows that you so often see nowhere near you. His little test lingering in your head the whole time you’re trying to have a nice date, not able to focus on the person in front of you.
Instead, your brain is caught on how it felt when a particular demon held you close and how his breath against your skin made your head spin. This whole ordeal is only going to become more taxing on you, you just know it.
⟢
Days have passed and your mind is still stuck on how Choso had held you, brow twitching every time you find yourself daydreaming about him. He’s the demon in your guest room, not some cute guy at work, you need to get a hold of yourself. You can’t be thinking about him like that… maybe you should just ask for a favour so that he leaves for a bit. That way you’d at least get some space from him, he’s always here and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore how attractive he is.
The sound of your mindless chopping fills your ears, trying to prepare dinner for this evening and getting woefully distracted. A slip of the knife and a pain in your finger reminds you just how distracted you seem to have gotten. Intaking a sharp breath at the cut you’re about to move for the sink only for Choso to be behind you, his unexpected presence startling you.
“How many times have I asked you to not do that,” you scold him, he’s scared you like this too many times to count.
He disregards your admonishment, “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m aware,” you blink at him, “I was going to–”
The words you were about to speak dying in your throat when he grabs your hand, his tongue licking up the trail of blood before lathing over your cut. Careful to watch what he’s doing the whole time, not wanting to hurt you further as he licks up the mess. You can only look back at him dazed, brain feeling like it’s short circuiting. He’s flustered you and you have no idea how to respond to such an action.
“W–why did you do that?”
His gaze flicks to you, mouth pulling back, “To help.”
Before you slap him silly you look at your small wound and see it’s been completely healed. Apparently his tongue possesses some healing properties, and you’d find that really interesting if you weren’t trying really hard to not think about how he looked while licking you.
“You taste good,” he says it easily, like it doesn’t have you melting into a puddle on the floor.
Your mouth gapes at him, lost for words before settling on, “You can’t just go around licking people, Choso.”
“I don’t,” his expression incredulous, finding your accusation baseless despite his actions just now.
Not knowing what else to say, you stand there looking back at him stupidly. The expression he’s making unreadable, clearly nowhere near as affected by his actions as you are. His hand reaches for your chin and tilts your head back to look at you, eyes examining you closely.
“What’s wrong with you,” he asks suddenly.
You don’t understand what he means by that, “What? Nothing?”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been distracted lately, what’s wrong? Has something happened?”
It’d be easy to mistake his questions for concern if you didn’t know any better, but you do, he’s a demon. Something you find yourself having to remember often, he doesn’t care for you, not in a matter that you’d want to be cared for. You don’t even know if he’s capable of it. It feels cruel to be asked questions and given reminders to look out for yourself when the person giving them doesn’t actually care about you but rather himself.
“Choso, please hand me that tea towel,” you pause and his head tilts at you in confusion. Clarifying, you add, “You have to, this is the favour I am asking of you.”
The only tell that you’ve asked properly being his grim expression, wholly unimpressed by this situation. His jaw clenches as his body turns stiffly to grab what you’ve asked for, as if he were trying to hold off on completing the request.
“Why now?” He hisses lowly.
There’s a tug in your heart, already regretting your actions but he can’t stay here with you. Letting your feelings for him grow would be stupid and despite what they say, absence does not make the heart grow fonder. This is logical, this is the smart choice, this is what’s best… so why is it hurting you so much.
Eyes intense and annoyance palpable, a singular request uttered, “Call me back.”
You shake your head at him, having him return so soon would defeat the purpose of what you’re attempting to do.
“You are the most frustrating human by far,” he begrudgingly hands you the tea towel, scowling as he disappears from your apartment.
The breath you let out is large, body folding with it, stuck between feeling relief and regret. Everything is still and your apartment feels emptier than ever. Blankly, you stare at the tea towel in your hand. Its bright and happy pattern feels mocking. This is fine.
Looking back at your bench, the half-chopped vegetables sit on your cutting board. This is fine. This feeling will pass. In a week, or two, this will feel like nothing more than a long and vivid dream. This. Is. Fine.
⟢
It’s beginning to feel like… the damage had already been done. The days go by but you still remember how he looked when you’d come home. His brow relaxing when you’d step through the door, like he was worried about you while you were gone. His patience while he listened to you complain about things he wasn’t even a little bit concerned with. It’s been lonely at home.
Your coworker calling your name reminds you that you’re at work. Shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the memories before turning to them properly, “Sorry. What’s up?”
“Wasn’t that guy in here during your last shift?” Their voice filled with concern.
Glancing over in the direction they’re looking; you see your date from a while back. “Ignore him, he’ll get bored eventually.”
“Okay…” They squint at you, “But actually I think you should tell management about him, just so they know.”
You wave them off, not really concerned. It is a little troubling though, the guy had taken it so well when you initially told him you weren’t interested. Only to do what seems like a complete one-eighty and blow up your phone with messages. Obviously you blocked him and now he’s lightly stalking you. Maybe you’d care more if he ever approached you or if you weren’t busy thinking about Choso but alas he is low on your list of concerns.
At your coworkers intense eye contact you concede, “Fine, I’ll tell them but I doubt they’ll care.”
They put their hand on your shoulder, offering support, “If he tries to come over, tell me and I’ll deal with it instead.”
Placing your hand over theirs, you look deep into their eyes, “I love you.”
Their face twists in disgust as they push you away, “Go do your job.”
You laugh as you shuffle away, despite your joking you’re appreciative of their support.
⟢
Those little creatures hang around you again, ever since you sent Choso away they’ve been lingering more. It’s somewhat of a bother but you did fine before he showed up and you’re doing fine now. You go through the motions, ignoring them, working, going back to your empty apartment. Your date that you can’t remember the name of keeps hanging out at your job but he gets ignored like the shadowy critters.
Not that you’ve been keeping track but it’s been a little over a month since you last saw Choso. The last thing you remember seeing was his angry face, still, you want to see him again and maybe if you didn’t feel so guilty you’d have called him back by now. Too many times you’ve almost called his name aloud but your feelings haven’t faded and calling him now seems pointless.
Plus, you’re a little concerned about how mad at you he might be. The way you asked your favour was cheap and unexpected so you’re sure he’d have some choice words and a stern look to give you. Though, there is the chance he’d be mad at you for calling him back after all this time, he might be comfortable wherever he is and you calling him might only serve to feed his anger.
Ultimately you’re indecisive on the matter, you could call him back for just a little bit, if he’s angry you’ll send him away again and it’ll all be okay… probably. Mind moving a million miles a minute as you slump back into the couch, you called out of work today, feeling stressed after not sleeping well.
You’re not quite sure what exactly has you feeling this way but you’ve been feeling a lot of unease lately. It’s more than likely everything combined but you’re not ruling out something more sinister. Choso’s words about scarier things being out there nags at you whenever you get a quiet moment to acknowledge his warning.
Your arm drapes over your face, covering your eyes. Inner turmoil getting to you as you grumble, “Stupid demon and his stupid warning, can’t even sleep properly anymore.”
A knock on your door startles you, body shooting straight up. You’re not expecting anyone, all your friends are either at work or would tell you before dropping by. Cautiously, you approach the door, choosing to look into the peephole before even thinking of opening it.
An unpleasant shiver rocks through your body, blood running cold as you see that your unwanted guest is your date from all those weeks ago. You knew he was stalking you but he only ever appeared at work, you’ve never even seen him in your neighbourhood. The fact he shouldn’t know your address meaning he’s followed you home without your knowledge making you feel sick.
Taking a step back, you consider your options. Opening the door is out of the question, pretending to not be home and waiting him out seems to be a good idea but if he’s already been to your job and seen you’re not there then he might not be as willing to believe that. You’re nervous, there’s no way to know how much he knows about you or how long he’s been watching you for. If he’s been waiting for you to leave for work then he’d know you’re still in here.
In your anxiety you bite at your lower lip, worrying it between your teeth when more patient knocks sound at your door. You didn’t really want to have to turn to him but he’s probably the only person that would get to you quickly and put you more at ease.
Fleeing to your bedroom, you keep your hurried footsteps light, not wanting to draw his attention to the sound. You cringe internally at the small squeak your door lets out as you close it as slowly as possible. Giving yourself a moment, you take a deep breath and brace yourself for the probably very angry demon you’re about to summon right to you.
Just as you’re about to say his name, you falter, wondering if there’s more to it or if it really is as simple as just saying his name. “…Choso.”
You’re on edge immediately, it’s familiar though, distinctively Choso in how your blood warms and your hairs stand on end. It really was as simple as saying his name.
He stands in front of you, frown deeper than you’ve ever seen it, his arms folded over his chest, “You took your sweet time.”
Instantly he has you on the defensive, “I had my reasons.”
His tongue clicks at you, wholly unimpressed, “Care to enlighten me on what they may be?”
Remembering your reason for sending him away, you awkwardly reply, “Not really.”
He sighs at you, clearly annoyed by your answer, “I assume you’ve reconciled with yourself then, since you’ve summoned me back.”
“Well… no–”
There’s a thudding on your door again, more aggressive than the first few times he’d knocked. Clearly growing impatient and probably able to hear your voices. You flinch at the sound, almost forgetting that there was a reason for you calling Choso back.
Choso catches onto your unease quickly, “Who is that?”
“Ah, well… you remember that date I went on? He’s sort of been… lightly stalking me.” You clear your throat, “I felt a little… scared… so I summoned you back.”
“How long has he been stalking you for?”
“Lightly, stalking…” You overcorrect to a decidedly very unamused Choso. “…I noticed not long after you left.” You can’t say you’re really appreciating the ‘told you so’ look he’s got plastered across his features right now. “Him stalking me has nothing to do with you so stop looking at me like that.”
“For a smart girl you’re awfully clueless sometimes,” his hand reaches past you for the door handle, “After I deal with this, you’re telling me why you made me leave.”
A conversation you’d really rather not have, it’s embarrassing to think about admitting to liking the demon you accidentally forced into a blood bind. Even more embarrassing that you had to force him to leave your house because he was driving you insane.
You avoid eye contact with him as he passes by, opting to stay put while he handles the unwanted guest. Having him back brings a kind of security you weren’t even fully aware of having lost, the fact you trust this literal demon with your wellbeing should be more concerning but it only adds to your feelings for him.
While waiting you can hear their muffled voices followed by nothing, an off-putting silence filling the apartment before the door is slammed closed. Cautiously, you stick your head out of your room, looking over to where Choso is standing. His broad back facing you, when he turns to meet your eyes you can’t help but feel guilty.
You leave your room properly and walk over to him, checking over his appearance to make sure he’s fine.
His next words are simple and chilling, “He was possessed.”
You feel faint, “What?”
“Not in any real sense, those things that follow you simply latched onto him, influencing his behaviour.” There’s a distaste in his tone when referring to the shadows before he continues, “Probably hoping to use his proximity to you to their advantage, though they’re not all that intelligent which calls into question how they managed it.” He’s looking down at you, expression grim, “Did you forget my warnings? Why did it take you so long to call me back?”
“Well, I obviously couldn’t tell he was being possessed,” you’re feeling an awful lot like he’s victim blaming you right now and you’re not in love with that, “Sometimes men are just scary like that.”
“So, you’d rather be lightly stalked than call me?” He mocks you from earlier.
“Did I say that?” You sigh, tired, “Is he going to be okay?” You’re feeling a sense of responsibility for him, it’s your fault he got possessed and if you had noticed sooner he’d have been normal long before he followed you home.
“He’ll be fine, though he probably won’t remember much of his last month.” His brow raises at you, clearly waiting for some kind of real explanation for the mess you’ve caused.
“Don’t be so crabby,” you walk away from him and flop onto the couch, head resting on the back of it, “It all turned out fine in the end.” Not acknowledging how guilty you feel is far easier than being vulnerable with him right now.
He follows you to the couch, standing resolutely in front of you, “I know you don’t have this much of a disregard for your wellbeing–”
Smirking at him, you try to play everything off, “You’re starting to sound like you were worried about me.”
“Of course I was worried about you,” his words and the ease at which he speaks them catches you off guard, “You’re being inexplicably stupid and your faux ignorance at the gravity of your situation is becoming annoying.”
Okay… ouch. Any warm fuzzy feelings you had are kind of dampened by the harsh slap of reality he just gave you.
“I know things felt a little off but I had no way of knowing if I was just imagining it or not, don’t blame me for acting human.”
“Whether you like it or not, you are not the same as every other human, act like it. Those instincts are there for a reason.” He can see the way you’re getting antsy, uncomfortable with the way he’s scolding you. “Tell me why you had me leave.”
You scrabble at that, “Is that necessary?”
“Yes.”
“Why?” Is this really his priority right now?
“Because I don’t want to be caught off guard like that again and I’d rather fix what’s bothering you now.” He watches you closely, not missing how you only seem to grow more restless.
Turning your head to the side you offer, “If I promise not to do it again, will you let this go?”
“No.”
You stand up at that, trying to make the conversation feel more even, “And why not?”
He speaks very calmly, “I had to wait until you were ready to call on me, wondering the whole time if you were safe and only knowing you hadn’t met an untimely end because I was still alive.” He leans down into your space, brows furrowing at how you turn away from him. His hand grabs your chin and pulls your gaze back to his, “Don’t do that to me again.”
It’s hard to keep eye contact with him, his emotions raging behind his stoic demeanour. Your answer to his question is ambiguous, “I couldn’t have you here.”
He, of course, pushes back on that ambiguity, “Why?”
He’s infuriating you; his insistent pestering is annoying. Fine. If he wants to know so badly, you’ll tell him.
“I couldn’t think clearly with you here…” you’re confessing but it comes across as challenging, a result of your foul mood, “Because I like you and I didn’t want to let myself feel it.” As if he’d be put off by your admission, you cement, “That’s why I couldn’t have you here.”
The only response you get from him is an unreadable grin. An annoying and stupid smile as he continues to hold you still so you can’t even turn away from the maddening expression. It’s almost torture, it feels like some kind of sick and twisted form of punishment. Being in the palm of his hand, emotionally and literally.
“Human emotions aren’t all that complex but all the different reactions and rationales behind them are,” he hums at you, finding this humorous somehow.
“I’m glad you’re thoroughly entertained by my inner turmoil, now either let me make you leave or stop being unnecessarily cruel.”
He lets go of you finally, a small mercy, “I thought you liked me; you’re not really acting like it.”
Thankfully you have the chance to look away from him now, “Don’t push it, Choso. Did you think I’d fall into a puddle because you touched me?”
“No but eye contact seems to embarrass you, maybe if you gazed into my eyes long enough you might.” Pleased grin still settled on his features, it’s the most you’ve seen him emote aside from annoyance.
Your response is to glare at him, directly into his eyes. If looks could kill he’d be dead and buried six feet under. “Make a choice.”
His smile falters, “What?”
“Either stay here or leave.” Those are his only options, having him here will feel unfair to you but it might be more inconvenient to him, you want to at least offer him an out.
He’s genuinely confused, he just got back to you, “Why would I leave?”
You don’t really understand the confusion but spell it out all the same, “…I don’t imagine you love the idea of a human falling for you.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Falling for me?” Oh great, he’s amused again.
You can feel a headache coming on, fingers rubbing at your temples, “Don’t change the topic.”
He shrugs, “I don’t mind.”
You stop, “What?”
He repeats, “I don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind what?” Your hands drop to your sides.
His arms fold over his chest, “Your feelings for me.”
“Why not?”
“They don’t have much to do with me.”
His logic is flawed and he’s pissing you off, he always pisses you off, his feigned indifference is stupid. You keep glaring at him, eyes glinting dangerously. You step closer to him and he doesn’t move away, as sturdy as ever. Leaning up, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself to him.
You’re hugging him, he wavers for a moment before he’s hesitantly moving his hands to loop around you, hugging you back. Otherwise, he’s completely still, clearly taken off-guard by your sudden affections. You’re careful to make sure your lips just barely graze against his ear, softly admitting to him, “I missed you.”
His fingers dig into your shirt at your voice, you’re getting to him more than you expected to. Pulling back, you’re surprised by the look in his eyes. A lidded and endearing expression that almost has you forgetting the aim of your actions. Resolve weak because you’d really like to kiss him and with how he glances at your lips quickly you think he might let you but he’s a bastard and you’ve not forgotten that.
Patting his chest with your hands you smile, “Welcome home, Choso.”
Removing yourself from his hold you’re met with some resistance but ultimately you’re walking away from him and back into your room. Shutting your door, you’re leaving him alone in your living room. His head fuzzy and thoughts confused on what exactly just happened.
⟢
Having Choso back has been comforting, you’re living a lot more peacefully. Both your stalker and the shadows have left you alone. Going to work hasn’t been as nerve-wracking lately and in that sense it feels like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. But while it’s been calm outside your apartment, inside it is a different story.
Ever since Choso’s return he’s been watching you a lot more closely than before, spending more time around you when you’re home compared to when he was first here. There’s even been a few times you’ve had to stop him from following you to work. More recently he’s taken to staring at you, your peripherals picking up on his unwavering gaze. Sometimes when you realise, it devolves into an argument.
He continues to be steadfast that he’s not staring, nothing’s wrong, and he’s the same as always but his behaviour is clearly stating otherwise. You’re the one who likes him, shouldn’t you be the one acting strangely around him? Overall, it’s not a huge deal it’s just annoying to feel so observed in your own home. If you were meaner, you’d ask him in a way so he’d have to answer honestly but it feels oddly invasive to have someone be honest with you against their will.
You’re just trying to enjoy your evening, watching T.V. and lazing but you can feel his eyes on you. It’s making it hard to get comfortable,so without looking at him you simply say, “Stop it.”
“I’m not doing anything,” he sounds sure, like he’s certain he’s not doing anything to warrant your words.
“Choso…” you pause and turn to look at him, getting a little distracted by how he looks with his hair down. “I can’t get comfortable when you keep staring at me, just watch the show.”
His head drops forward to look at the T.V., clearly unimpressed, “This is boring.”
Ignoring the urge to argue in favour of your favourite show, you retort, “Because staring at me is so interesting.”
Silence. He has nothing to reply with.
Groaning at him, “You’ve been staring at me so much lately, it’s becoming frustrating.”
Reply quick and wrong, “I’m not staring.”
You squint at him accusatorily, “You are a liar.” Growing exasperated, you grumble, “If you have something to ask just ask it.”
“Can I touch you?” He’d almost seem sheepish when asking if he wasn’t so blunt.
There’s an upsetting kind of excitement settling in you when he asks, mostly you’re taken aback though, “What? Why?”
“Because–” He begins to explain but you’re cutting him off before he can.
“–Choso, you understand that I like you right? I like the idea of–” you stop, the sudden quiet awkward before you start again. “The point is – I like you and it’s unfair of you to ask me things like that.”
“Is that a no?”
Thinking on it for a moment, you decide, “It’s not…”
His hand moves for you slowly, as if he’s cautious of the fact you might change your mind. Hand on your cheek gentle, a kind of softness you didn’t think him explicitly capable of. It lingers for a moment, thumb brushing high on your cheek before he drops his hand. Moving lower instead, wrapping around your torso. You’re not completely sure on what you were expecting when he asked if he could touch you but as he pulls you to him and embraces you, you’re certain you weren’t expecting this.
The angle is a little awkward, you’re trying to hug him back as best as you can but it’s uncomfortable and it seems to bother him because he’s quickly tugging you onto his lap. Arms big and firm around you, holding you close. This is a kind of intimacy you’ve not experienced before; it’s making you nervous, you still don’t know what he wants from you, and this did nothing to make it any clearer.
“Calm down,” his words vibrate through his chest.
“I am calm.”
He knows better, “You’re not, I can tell.”
“Ignore it,” you’re embarrassed.
He huffs at you, partway amused, “Fine.”
Then he’s pulling you in closer, his face burying into you, nosing at your neck. The way he inhales your scent has goosebumps breaking out across your skin, almost shameless in his actions. It feels like he’s trying to make you even more nervous, taking your words to ignore you at face value. There’s a sick kind of joy he has to be getting from this, from how your heartbeat speeds up and how your breaths come faster. You almost feel like you’re shaking with nervous energy.
Voice trembling when you ask, “What are you doing?”
His response is to state the obvious, “Embracing you.”
You murmur back at him, “Are you done yet?”
“No.”
How annoying, at least he’s consistent in how easily he frustrates you. His few simple words always managing to get under your skin, its effect on you running deeper than you feel comfortable with.
Instead of trying to understand his motivations any further, you choose to relax into him, allowing yourself to be held. You have a feeling that he’s not sure enough of his own actions to explain them to you, so you’ll settle for being confused but held.
His breath tickles your ear, “You missed me?”
“Hmm?” You take a second to process, “Yeah…”
“Say it.”
His request takes you off guard, you’re pulling back slightly to make eye contact with him. He wants to hear you say it, his eyes imploring yours.
Your hand cradles his face, giving him what he wants, “I missed you.”
“I think…” his gaze flits between your eyes and your lips, “I missed you too.”
A small smile breaks out across your face, “Be careful, you might damage your demon rep if anyone hears you.”
He leans up to you, his lips just shy of yours, almost brushing them when he speaks, “I wouldn’t mind.”
You’re about to say something that would no doubt embarrass you when he’s taking the chance to connect your lips. Heart leaping in your chest at how fully he kisses you, insistent in how he leans up to you more, arms around you and tugging you down into him. There’s a neediness in his movements you didn’t expect him to have for you.
It’s making you dizzy, his kiss, his hands on your back, the desperation from him you weren’t ready for. Like he’s been pent up and the flood gates have opened, barely willing to part for a second to breathe.
It’s a lot, you’ve never been kissed like this, so completely, so desired. It’s hard to think, all thoughts you have muddling together. You need to breathe but every time you try to open your mouth to speak he’s planting another full kiss to your lips.
With your fingers in his hair, you tug on him, he groans as he’s pulled back. Finally, you’re able to draw in the air you needed, chest rising and falling quickly with relief. Choso stays looking at you, his eyes lidded as he watches you breathe. It’s hot in your apartment now, or that might just be you, your skin warm, feeling warmer with how he’s looking at you.
There’s nothing coming to mind, it feels like you should say something, but you’re completely lost for words. He’s rendered you speechless, still feeling a little dizzy as your eyes drop to his lips, glossy and slick from your shared kiss. A small smile spreads across his face, and it prompts you to look up, realising you were staring.
You feel fuzzy when you remember how he’d said he missed you, a dopey grin on your face, “You said you missed me.”
He doesn’t deny it, “I did.”
“You meant it?” You’re already asking your question before he’s even really finished giving his reply.
He pretends to think on it, for no other reason than to tease, “Hmm… Yes. I think so.”
You mutter at him, “Cruel…”
His hand cradles the side of your face, so gentle in how his thumb brushes over your cheek, “Did you?”
“Did I what?” A little lost at his question, too busy registering how it feels when he touches you.
“Mean it when you said you missed me,” The hand on your face trails further down, thumb tugging your lower lip.
Your lips quirk up in a smile, tone playful, “I mean everything I say.”
The look he gives you conveys severe doubt, it comes from experience of dealing with you.
His expression earns an eye roll from you, conceding without him even saying anything, “Okay so maybe not everything but I mean it when I say I missed you.”
Hand trailing even further down, now resting against the side of your neck. He’s probably able to feel your thumping pulse under his fingers, “And the other thing?”
If you tried to guess what he was asking you’d probably know but just to be sure, “What other thing?”
“You said something about liking me,” he’s trying to play it off, a nonchalance he usually possesses nowhere to be found in his words despite his efforts.
“I’m starting to think you just like hearing how much I like you,” crossing your arms, you add, “It’d be cute if it didn’t feel mean.”
“I’m not trying to be mean.”
“You haven’t even told me how you feel about me.”
Choso’s head quirks slightly, “Was the kiss not enough?”
“I don’t know, maybe you kiss everyone else like that too,” your finger jabs at his chest accusatorily.
“Did you just call me a whore?”
“No.” You look away and pout, “I implied it.”
“I’m not a whore.” He seems distracted when he says it.
You squint at him; some doubt there but not serious. You’re not sure you ever considered him a virgin, but you didn’t really consider the opposite either. His hands are still on you, one slipping under your shirt, warm against your bare skin, the distraction in his words a little clearer now when you notice the way he’s been looking at you.
“Can I kiss you again or are you too busy implying I’m a whore?”
“You can’t kiss me again because you didn’t answer my question.”
His brows pull up, “Funny, I don’t remember it being phrased as one.”
Leaning into him, your lips hover over his, so close you’re almost touching. Just as he’s about to close the gap you pull back, “How do you feel about me?”
He sighs when you move away, “Right now?”
If that’s how he wants to play it, fine. “I’m not gonna sit on just anybody’s lap and make out with them.” You make a move to get off of him, not willing to sit so suggestively in the lap of someone who doesn’t even like you.
He stops you from going anywhere, his large hands firm on your hips. “Am I just anybody? I thought you liked me.”
“Right now?” You quirk a brow at him.
“Don’t be petulant.”
“I’m not being petulant, I’m just not willing to debase myself for a demon who doesn’t even like me.”
“I never said I didn’t like you,” he offers like it’s enough, gaze already set on your lips again.
The very lips that are pouting moodily back at him, not entertained by such a small concession. Instead of dignifying him with a further back and forth, you seriously move to get off him. Hands planted on his chest as you throw a cautious glance back at where you’re stepping. When he realises he’s not satisfied you his hands grapple for you, somewhat frantic that you’re leaving the comfortable place he’d had you sat.
Words rushing from him, almost surprising himself with how needy he sounds, “Don’t– don’t leave–”
“–Why not?” It’s sharp, how you cut him off, quickly growing embarrassed at how forward you’ve been.
“Because I like having you close,” he replies obviously, brows pinching slightly. He takes your pause as opportunity to manoeuvre you back into place, arms around you, holding you tight to his chest.
Soft sigh leaving you, annoyed by how endearing you find him. “Choso…”
“I missed you…” His face has found its way to your neck. Breathing in your scent, shiver running down his spine with it, “…Because I like you.” Almost like he can’t stop himself, he licks at your neck, tasting you. A low sound coming from him, “I like you a lot.”
This took a sudden turn from playful to frustrating to dizzying, the air around you is heavy as he licks and nips at your skin. Pulling shaky breaths in when his hand slides under your shirt again, the feeling of his skin on yours hot.
“I–”
Whatever you were about to say is getting cut off, “–Are you gonna let me kiss you now?” His words are spoken between kisses as he trails his lips up to the side of your face.
Without saying anything, you turn your head slightly to the side. Lips meeting his easily, melding together in a soft kiss. He’s careful this time but no less insistent, quickly growing less restrained. Your hands grip his shoulders, fingers pulling at the material of his shirt.
A small noise leaves you when he’s licking into your mouth, the sound seemingly setting Choso off. One of his hands jumps for your face, the other holding your throat. His kisses growing needy. It’s all you can do to try and keep up with him, his lips fervent and messy.
Your fingers thread through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp and it’s like he melts into you. Soft moan leaving him you weren’t expecting, your chest stuttering as you stifle down the whine bubbling in you. He sounded so pretty when he moaned, you want to hear it again. Repeating the motion, you nip at his lower lip at the same time, trying to coax it out of him.
Unfortunately, he stuffs down the noise the second time, just barely – his body shudders with it. He uses his hand on your throat to hold you in place, his forehead resting on yours. Huffed breaths shared in the space between you, your eyes are unfocused and glassy, his much the same. You’re trying to calm yourself, worked up and very nearly squirming on top of him.
There’s something you should tell him, especially with how heated this exchange is getting but you can’t seem to get your head on straight long enough to voice yourself. Choso seems to be able to tell that you’re struggling though, his expression amused but no less kiss drunk than you.
Showing mercy, he gives you an opening, “What’s wrong?”
“I just…” This is embarrassing, “I don’t wanna be presumptuous or anything but you should– uhm… I just think you should know…” your skin feels unbelievably hot right now, feeling flushed as you murmur, “…I’m a virgin.”
He hums at you, completely unsurprised at your confession, “I know.” He ignores your sputtering at his simple statement, nose running along your cheek in a soft show of affection.
“What do you mean–” You fight to hide the shiver running down your spine at his gentle touch.
“–Are you telling me this because you want to have sex?” His words are low against your skin, something about him feeling predatory, “Do you want me to take your virginity?”
Choso can’t help but feel greedy, the idea of you letting him – a demon – be your first fills him with a possessiveness he couldn’t explain in a way that wouldn’t have him looking like a huge pervert.
Your voice is shaky as you avoid answering him, “You never answer my questions…”
He huffs a small laugh, having purposefully cut you off so he didn’t have to answer, “Do you really want to know how I know?”
Something about how he looks at you, eyes glinting in the soft light of the room has you questioning if you really want to. “Is the answer going to embarrass me?”
“You?” He makes a soft sound, his thumb smooths over your throat, “Probably, you fluster easily.”
“I don’t fluster easily…” his gaze is setting your skin on fire, “…I just like you is all.”
“So you’ve said,” he mumbles out, leaning in and licking up the length of your throat where his hand just was.
The reaction he gets from you is damn near visceral, a gasp pulling from you at the sudden action. Your brain is rebooting, struggling to form words when he begins nipping at your neck. Anything you were about to say comes in the form of jumbled words and weak moans. A sound he seems to delight in if the curling of his lips against your skin is anything to go by.
“You get distracted easily,” his breath is ticklish against you, “You never answered my question.”
Did he ask a question? You suddenly can’t remember, “What was the question again?”
He laughs at your lapse in memory, “Did you want me to fuck you?”
The choice in phrasing makes you bristle, hating how he’s right that you fluster easily. He’s taking joy in how you pause at his question, obviously having asked so bluntly just to watch you squirm. Choso is patient though, happy to continue leaving marks on your delicate skin while you try to get it together enough to reply. His canines grazing over the patches of skin he’s sucked marks into, the shivers that run through you at it making him smile.
“Y– hah– yeah…” your reply is clumsy and breathy. His lips are off your neck as soon as you answer, his arms hold onto your thighs as he stands. Not expecting to be picked up you let out a refrained squeal and wrap your limbs around him tight. “A warning would’ve been nice,” you chastise him, to which he pays no mind.
All of Choso’s focus is on getting you to your bedroom, knowing better than trying to fuck you on your couch, not for your first time anyways. And now his head is full of all the times after, will you let him take you on all the surfaces in your home? Will you pick fucking him on your couch over the completely inane show you were watching earlier?
When he reaches your bed, he leans down, aiming to gently lay you on your mattress but you’re still clinging to him. He speaks into your skin, “Trying to put you down.”
“Right…” You smile bashfully and let go, dropping the last inch onto your bed.
He’s crawling over you and moving in to kiss you softly, lips gentle as he holds you. It’s sweet and fleeting, already he’s pulling away from you to pull his shirt off. Leaving himself bare to you, his skin enticing. Only realising the meaning behind this action when his hand is trailing down to your pants, fingers dancing along your waistline. He’d taken his shirt off to ease your nerves about him undressing you.
Little glimpses of how he regards you in his actions, treating you with a kindness you’ve never felt. A concern for how you feel and how he makes you feel, all completely wordless, not feeling the need to explain himself. The fingers at your pants tickle against your skin, his eyes meeting yours and finding that you’re looking at him with borderline hearts in your eyes.
His hand slips past your waist band, tugging your pants down over your hips. You lift your legs to aid in his removal of them, feeling absurdly shy lying in front of him in nothing but a shirt and your underwear.
Palms smooth up your inner thighs, lightly pushing your legs open for him to sit between. His eyes burn into you, making you feel nervous. You try to close your legs but his hands are heavy on you, keeping them open. When you look at him, you can see his skin flushing a very pretty light pink.
“You’re so wet,” he comments, hoping to fluster you more than him.
It works because you’re squirming again, legs struggling fruitlessly against his grip, “Shuddup.”
Mindless hum coming from him as acknowledgement and you doubt it’s because he’s actually heeding your words. More so he’s had another thought and moved on, motives clear when one of his hands moves from your plush thigh and to your panties. Thumb pressing into the wet spot on them, dipping into your cunt only to tease you.
Drawing his thumb up, he presses into your clit, giving pressure against it and not much else. Small whines and stuttered breaths leaving you at his teasing, feeling completely on edge and realising he’s probably not going to stop teasing any time soon. Clearly he gets pleasure from watching you fidget and struggle to keep your noises contained.
He tortuously plays with you over your panties for too long, fingers sweeping from your clit to your hole and back too many times. Your wetness leaking into your underwear the longer he plays with you, the thin material moulding to your pussy. Hips jumping every time his finger trails over your clit, pleasure so muted that you’re growing frustrated with him.
“Choso,” you grumble at him, reaching your limit.
He barely glances at you, still playing with your pussy, “Finally found your voice?”
Bastard… he’d been waiting for you to say something. His patience almost frightening, no hurry in his movements.
“Can you… do more?” This is embarrassing, it’s your first time and he’s teasing you so cruelly, “Please?”
He smiles politely at you, “Of course.”
Bastard…
Finally, after what feels like hours, he’s tugging your panties down your legs. Foreboding smile on his face as he holds them up, thumbing over the crotch of your drenched underwear. At your disgruntled whine he discards them to some corner of your room haphazardly. Feeling so vulnerable, you go to close your legs again, the contrast between his and your state of dress something you’re too conscious of all of a sudden.
“Keep your legs open,” he chastises, hand on your knees and pushing them apart obscenely.
When he shuffles to lean down you startle, “You– you don’t have to do that…”
“You don’t want me too?” His eyebrow quirks at you.
“You won’t get anything out of it…”
He’s a little annoyed that you stopped him for such a stupid reason, “Not what I asked, do you want me to eat your pussy?”
You can’t look at him, face absurdly hot, “…Yes.”
“Worried about stupid things,” he murmurs, moving onto his stomach again. Pulling you closer to his face once he’s in place, “I’m going to enjoy this immensely.”
Stuttered gasp leaving you, he’s not waited anymore, apparently having deprived himself long enough. Maybe it’s his fault for playing with you for so long but he’s grown desperate for this, if you hadn’t let him, his heart might’ve broken. He licks through your cunt, tongue opening up your slit. Small grumbles leaving him as he drinks you down, his arms wrap around your legs and tug you open more, face pushing into you.
You’re a little worried he’s going to suffocate himself, his eagerness staggering. Just as you’re about to say something to him, his tongue is insistently pushing inside your hole. Shocked whines leaving you as he fucks you with it, his nose rubbing into your clit. You’re a twitching mess, already so pathetically close. All his teasing has made everything so much more sensitive, head fuzzy as he laps at your cunt.
One of your hands reaches down and threads through his hair, tugging on him. He doesn’t even flinch, throaty moan leaving him the only evidence that you had actually pulled on him. He’s ravenous and obsessed with how you’re fluttering around his tongue, your small whines and huffed breaths making him dizzy.
Looking down at him you hope to mumble out anything but when you’re met with his glazed over and lidded stare, your heart stumbles in your chest, pussy jumping. He looks drunk on you, his throat bobbing as he slurps down your slick. He’s messy and the sounds filling the room are wet and depraved. With how he’s fucking into you and the look on his face, you can’t tell if this is more for your benefit or his.
Cries of his name leave you, stumbling over the syllables every time his nose presses into your clit just right. Then he’s withdrawing his tongue, sad pitiful noise leaving you at the loss of getting so close. A hand leaves your thigh, single digit probing at your entrance, pushing in so carefully. His eyes locked on how you’re stretching around his finger to accommodate him, he feels like he’s going to start drooling.
Your cunt so warm and tight around his finger, his chest pulling at the thought of opening you up with his cock. The clumsy manner in which you’re calling out to him making him feel sickly fond of you, pressing a light kiss onto your inner thigh.
Unexpectedly, he praises you, “You’re pretty,” murmured low, his eyes racking over your whole form.
The compliment has you shy, it’d be so sweet if your slick wasn’t dripping down his chin. “I– thank you…” you look away from him.
He chuckles at your response, refocusing on your cunt, slowly pumping his finger in and out. Relishing in how you squirm at it, beginning to seriously doubt your ability to take him. Taking his time in opening you up, digit rubbing against your inner walls just to watch your chest stutter and hips twitch.
Not adding a second finger until your whines are pitchy and you’re relaxing around him, stuffing your little cunt full with his two big fingers. The feel of your walls clamping down on them making his dick twitch in his pants. Scissoring his two digits to stretch you open, impatient and mouth watering, he’s leaning down to lick at your pussy again. Tongue slipping in with his fingers just to get a taste of you before slurping at your clit.
You feel full and dizzy, head lolling back as he fucks into you, struggling to close your legs around his body. Free hand still holding you, pushing up to open you even more. Choso’s name leaving you through mumbles, hard to talk around your moans. The way he’s stroking your walls has you seeing stars, his tongue on your clit making your back arch.
It’s so much, not able to decide if you’re trying to roll your hips down into him or if you want to pull away. Not that you’re getting much of a choice anyways, anytime you twitch away he’s growling at you and pulling you right back down to him. The sounds of his fingers fucking into your pussy filling the room, wet slapping that would be embarrassing if you weren’t getting so close.
The hand in his hair tugging on him again, dark moan leaving him, not stopping for a moment. He can feel how you’re squeezing down on his fingers; he can hear the way you’re skipping breaths, thighs shaking from the build-up. He doesn’t stop, even as you whine and push at him, so sensitive that your impending orgasm feels like too much. He’s not depriving you of this, he’s not depriving himself of this.
With a loud gasp and shocked whine, you’re cumming around his fingers. Almost feels like Choso purrs at how you’re contracting around him, not stopping his movements to help you ride out your high. Eventually pulling his fingers out of you only to grab onto your other thigh and pull you completely open. Mouth on your cunt before you’ve even really registered that he’s made you cum.
He lewdly slurps at your pussy, apparently having been patient about making you cum when this is what he really wanted. You’re sensitive and flinching away from him, soft whimpers leaving you, not even able to try and move away from him with how he’s holding you. The hand you have in his hair pushing at his head weakly.
“Choso– it’s– hah– too much,” your eyes feel wet and your thoughts are foggy.
He groans in disappointment but pulls back all the same, though not before blowing lightly on your clit, smile evil at your twitchy reaction. Showing mercy, he moves his head to rest against your thigh. Teeth nibbling at your skin, tongue lathing over the small marks he’s made. Finally sitting up and resting on his knees, he delights in how ruined you look. Marks he’s left on you from all his kisses on your neck, your thighs, cunt glistening with your cum and his saliva, eyes glazed, lips swollen from his kisses and how you’d been biting at them.
Readjusting, he trails his hands up your sides, pushing your shirt upwards as he goes. His eyes meet yours, checking to make sure you’re okay with his actions. You’re lifting your arms to help him take it off properly, shirt sharing the same fate as you’re other clothes and being banished to the floor.
He can’t help himself, hands groping at your tits, squeezing and pulling at you. Lightly pinching at your nipples just to make you gasp. Leaning down he lays his tongue flat over your nipple, licking at it sloppily. Messy in how he drools onto your sensitive skin, hands still pawing at the fat of your tits.
Distracted by how he’s playing with your naked body, neglecting his throbbing cock. Switching his mouth to your other nipple, teeth dragging over it lightly. His dick leaking into his pants at the shiver he pulls from you.
“Cho–” his name gets caught in your throat at how he pinches at you, back arching up into him.
The small way you called out to him seemingly enough to pull him back to, finally removing his mouth from you in an obscene display. Thin string of spit connecting his mouth to your skin, breaking when his tongue passes over his lower lip. Moving upwards, his face nuzzles into the side of your cheek, leaving soft and wet kisses against you. Fighting the urge to leave even more marks on you, instead resting his mouth next to your ear.
“You doing okay?” His breath is warm but still it sends a pleasant chill down your spine.
You nod your head at him in response to his question, not feeling sure enough of your voice to try and speak.
A hand holds the side of your face, his lips meeting yours in a wet kiss. Tongue licking into your mouth fervently, small groan sounding from him when your hands hold onto his shoulders, appreciating your touch. He’s warm, a comforting warmth that you’re coming to crave from him. Looping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him down onto you, his skin against yours.
His mouth parts from yours at the sudden shift but lets it happen, his arms scooping under and around you. Skin against yours tickling a part of your brain nicely, your legs wrap around him. Wanting him pressed up against you completely, only to whine when you’re met with the material of his pants.
Choso huffs a small laugh at your disgruntled noise, amused by your desire to have him pressed to you. He shifts to sit up but you’re clinging to him, refusing to let go. “If you want me to take off my pants I need to sit up.”
Annoyed, you let go and flop back onto the mattress. His eyes watch the way your tits move with the force of your landing and you cross your arms over them, “Take off your pants then.”
He doesn’t waste any more time, tugging his pants off hastily, like he’s suddenly been reminded of just how hard his aching cock is. It’s quick how he undresses himself, one second wearing pants and the next completely bare with his large cock in his hand. Lightly stroking himself, hissing between his teeth at the slight pressure.
Flushed a deep pink, so hard and leaking precum down the length of himself, it looks almost painful. Before you can reach out for him, a hand is pushing back on your thigh, “Need to be in you.”
You don’t even get a chance to be shy, not with the way he’s rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds. From your hole to your clit and back down again, pressing into you just slightly each time.
He speaks through his teeth, “You need to relax.”
“I am relaxed,” you return.
“You’re not,” he can barely push in, too worried about hurting you.
He presses his thumb to your lips, about to ask you to lick, surprised when your lips wrap around it and suck lightly. His skin flushing a deeper pink, feeling like he’s about to melt into a puddle in front of you. A breath shudders through him as he pulls his thumb from you, reaching down and rubbing circles into your clit. You need to relax for him.
His cock probes at your entrance, carefully pushing into your gooey hole. Still so cautious of your comfortability despite the ravenous need clawing at his insides. After a bit of coaxing, he’s able to push the tip of his cock inside. Your chest seizes and your cunt clamps down against the feeling, the stretch painful enough to have you shocked but not enough to have you in legitimate pain.
Choso just about passes out, your pussy so tight around him that it takes him off guard, even more so when your hole flutters around him. He reaches out for your hand and laces your fingers together, his breaths heavy and sputtered as he tries to collect himself enough to talk you through it.
“Gotta relax,” he huffs at you, dick jerking at the pretty look on your face, “I’m gonna take my time, gonna be so careful with you, so just calm down.”
“Oh– Okay,” you can do that, you can calm down.
Choosing to focus on something else, on how his hand holds yours, on his voice soothing you. Trying hard to even your breathing, partway succeeding, enough so that you’re relaxing again. Something Choso is infinitely grateful for because he felt like he could cum from the tight grip of your cunt and the cute look of your pinched brows alone. He’s so patient with you, waiting until you tell him it’s okay before even thinking of moving again.
Voice still shaky when you tell him, “Y–You can move, Choso.”
He grunts at you, an acknowledgement that he’s heard you. Hips slow as he sinks in more, breath catching at how you react to him. Thumb back on your clit to help you take him more, only getting about halfway before your free hand is pushing back on his chest. Immediately he stops, not wanting to push you past your limits. Your hand is gripping his tight, it makes his heart tug, his hand squeezing back at yours.
“You’re doing s–so– hah– good,” he coos at you.
Aiming to help but his voice is breaking and needy and the only thing it does is make your pussy flutter around his achingly hard dick. His eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head at the feel of your slick walls.
Glancing down, you worry, “I don’t th– think I’m gonna be able to take it all.”
You sound so concerned about not fully taking him and he can’t help but chuckle breathlessly at it, “That’s okay, this much is enough.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses your knuckles, “You okay if I move?”
Nodding at him, “Yeah, you can move.”
Drawing his hips back, he hisses through his teeth, brows scrunched as he focuses on his movements. Careful as he starts a pace he thinks you’ll be able to handle, fucking you on half of his cock. Even this much has his head spinning, addicted to the feel of your plush cunt sucking him in. Relishing in the sound of your rapid heartbeat and stifled whimpers, your hand unravels from his to grip the sheets. He takes the chance to hold you open, more control over his pace this way.
Incoherent whines tumble from your lips, words not even close to comprehensible. Desperate need resting inside your chest suddenly, you want all of him, you want to feel stuffed to the brim. Trying to convey it is hard, especially when just half his dick has your brain scrambled and fuzzy.
“C–Cho– more,” stumbled and huffed but clear enough, “Please.”
He hesitates, “I don’t think–”
“–Please~” you whine out to him, plead stretching long with your gasped moans.
He can’t help but cave when he looks at you and sees your cute expression, unshed tears sitting pretty on your lashes. Giving you what you want and fucking into you, stuffing more of his cock inside your tight hole each time he thrusts in. He feels like this might be as close to heaven as he’s ever going to get, opening you up on his fat dick while you tremble under him.
Choso’s beginning to feel like a mess with how you’re squeezing him, so tight his balls ache. Your staggered breath and absent gaze driving him crazy. Skin glowing with a sheen of perspiration while your eyes roll. His cock hitting so deep inside you your breath hitches when he’s finally balls deep, you could almost could swear he’s in your ribcage.
Your toes curl and your head lolls back, drooling at how it feels to be this fucking full, your mind truly slipping through your fingers and he hasn’t even begun fucking you proper yet. Before he moves he grips your hips, fingers digging into the fat there, enjoying how soft you are. Drawing back cautiously to make sure he doesn’t do anything to hurt you and upon realising you’re basically already fucked dumb finds himself thrusting back inside you. The force of it rocking you, fingers gripping the sheets tight as you moan pathetically.
Setting a rabid pace, he finally lets himself fuck into you how he craves. Hands gripping your skin while he stuffs your sensitive pussy, your lips bulging around his thick length, struggling to take him. Beyond turned on with how good it feels, obscene and wet slapping resounding from the room, along with the pitiful sounds you manage to let slip.
Beginning to feel like he’s fucking you to borderline insanity, his or yours he can’t ascertain, all he knows is that he’s obsessed with the slick heat of your cunt. Effectively pussy drunk and if he thought he wasn’t leaving your side before he sure as hell isn’t now, not willing to give up something as sweet as you. It’s funny how you’ve basically pussy whipped him without even trying or knowing.
“Feel s–so– fuck– feel so good,” he gasps at you, needing you to know just how perfect you are.
His hands move from your hips to anywhere else he can grab, handsy as he gropes at you, wanting to touch you everywhere he possibly can. Eventually landing on wrapping around you and pulling you up, the position having you sinking down on his cock more. Sputtered moans leaving you at the sudden change, arms looping around his neck and scrabbling at his back, nails no doubt leaving marks.
Chest to chest, skin contact that has a shiver running down your spine pleasantly. You wish you could tell him how good he’s making you feel, how close you’re getting, how fuzzy your brain feels but the words won’t come. Instead settling for whimpering into his shoulder, drooling on him slightly.
His hands travel lower and grab at your thighs wrapped around him, pulling you further open and using his grip to use you like a sex toy. Fucking you so deliciously and easily that you feel like the room is spinning. Your mouth latches onto his neck, leaving behind dark marks, something for your mouth to do beside crying out his name uselessly. Not that he particularly minded, enjoying immensely how wrecked you sounded as you cried out for him.
He notices the way your breath catches and nails dig into him more, getting close to cumming. Something he wants desperately, his thrusts more forceful, excited at the thought of you gripping him sinfully tight.
“You been doing so good,” he breathes, “Just let go for me.”
The words spoken against your ear sends a tingle through your body, muscles pulling tight like you’re getting ready for impact. Your whimpers pitchy as you twitch in his grasp, your nails nearly making him bleed. You’re cumming around him so perfectly, falling apart in his hands, squirming and hips jumping. Cunt so fucking tight he swears he’s gone to heaven, his eyes rolling back in his head as he moans shamelessly. His teeth bite into your neck, lathing over the wound quickly healing any blood he might’ve drawn with the action.
Hips jerking up into you as he fucks you through it, your orgasm ultimately triggering his. Shuddering as he cums inside you, filling you to the brim with it. His blood boiling as he continues to fuck you through his high, all too happy to let it leak out of you.
His unstopping thrusts pushing more of your combined mess out around his dick with lewd squelching noises. Sheets all sticky, evidence of how messily he’d fucked you. When you mumble at him he stops thrusting into you, somewhat begrudgingly, all too willing to force you and him into overstimulation.
Instead of pulling out and placing you down, he stays seated inside you and lays on his back. Leaving you laying on top of him, his arms around you again, embracing you. You’d snuggle into him more but you’re still not sure you’re in your body, limbs all so heavy.
“I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he sounds sheepish when he speaks into the top of your head.
You hum at him in disagreement, “Was good.”
Pressing a kiss to your temple, he asks, “Want to get cleaned up?”
“You’re gonna have to give me a bit, I don’t think I can move yet…” your eyes feel tired, “…Or today.” It feels like he grows warmer at your comment and you smile lazily.
Maybe he should feel more concerned over how fond of you he’s grown but as you drift off on top of him, snoozing so peacefully, he really can’t find it in himself to care.
𝐀/𝐍: i put my whole visussy into this fic ngl and i had so much more i wanted to add/do to it but it quite literally sucked motivation away from my soul. if you guys have questions about the story though you're more than welcome to ask ! i literally had SO many notes for this fic and while i don't think it's the best thing i've written i am obscenely happy to have finished it and i hope you guys like it !!! thanks for reading <333
tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.
megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.
he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.
megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.
maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.
he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.
flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.
but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care
because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3
dragon dan hengs cock is so big, and it feels like it‘s only getting bigger after each punctuated thrust into your mushy cunt. and you‘re gripping his hips tight, letting him pump into you, nothing besides the sound of the headboard hitting the wall and your suppressed moans and fast breaths.
he‘s hearing faint noises greet him from underneath, with your tits begging to be squeezed and played with— those shaky, trembling whines, a few gasps with closed eyes, and muffled whimpers. if he didn‘t have this much self control bundled up inside of him, he‘d surely smirk even wider than he already did because from listening to your noises alone, dan heng knows he‘s doing a good job.
would it affect you if he started to pick up his pace even more? his cock was huge and he knew he was big, always sliding up slowly for you. but will you get all shy and embarrassed for him? he craves it it makes his cock hurt, cause it feels a little bit good, doesn't it?
go ahead, dan heng‘s coos at you, you should use his cock as you please and get off on it while he practically sits back and watches your pretty pussy split and split, slicking up his girth with your liquids, grabbing and fondling the flesh of your ass so hard it has you seeing stars, shaking, calling his pretty name.
— ✧*̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜a little thirsty thought today.. but imagine trying to dom him once for a change. he'll happily go along with it of course because he finds it so cute how you're so confident in the whole thing.. confident that you'll "break" him just as he does to you but oh are you wrong.
he'll let you enjoy the taste of it for a little while, the taste of finally having some sort of "power" over him. He thinks it's adorable how you keep tripping up on your own words, flushed by his responses to your words and actions. He encourages you as well, wanting you to do your best, helping to ease your nerves and not be so nervous.
There *will* be an instance where he just finally decides to take over, to show you or rather... demonstrate how to do it properly. He takes his time, going slow and not too fast (though he still might break you in the process lmao). He'll let you know exactly what he likes, might even call himself your "good boy" while he's making you feel so good. He'll ask such things like "Am I doing good for you?"/"I'm your good boy aren't I?" just so you can engage more.
Overall, he'll be patient with you up until you're ready to do it all on your own. Next time, he's sure you'll do better.
childe will fuck you hard in front of a big, glowing mirror just so you can see how good he‘s pounding into you, his face stricken red, eyes low and fused with pleasure because he cannot get enough of how good you squeeze him in, it‘s almost painful and ajax knows he‘ll be hard right after he fills you with his seed for the first time in this eventful night. now, he’s pulling your hair back so you can watch him more close, he thinks you averted your eyes a little and childe wants you to see every single second of it, don‘t you dare look away. another strong thrust forward and he wraps one arm around your waist, repeatedly grinding into your cunt but also wanting you to see, over and over, how fucking ruined and fucked out you look while he goes harder, faster, pushing your head back to lick the bubbling saliva off your pretty lips— groaning deep into his chest and throwing his head back when he catches you playing with your tits. your sweet boyfriend, pretty childe, hitting the right spot, all the damn time.
thinking about being used as breeding stock by itto 😫
when he's in one of his heats he'll grab you and carry you to his room before stripping you and raising your arms above your head, tying your wrists together with a rope suspended from the ceiling. you'll laugh nervously as he clips the cuffs of a spreader bar to each of your ankles, forcing your legs apart with little ceremony so you're on full view for him, your cute pussy already slightly slick with trepidation. after he’s shrugged off his clothes, that slick turns to a gush when he's three fingers deep inside you with his lips around your clit, stretching you out enough to take him as he jerks himself off to the sound of your keening moans.
when itto lines up the head of his dripping cock with your pussy and slides inside you, he catches you off guard with a pace so fast that it makes you see stars - a bulge in your stomach forming from the head of his cock pushing against your guts as you drool onto the floor, your makeup running down your face as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. he's downright feral when he fucks you, big hands wrapped around your waist and black claws digging into your ribs as he slams his cock into you, leaving small scratches on your body. itto reaches up to grope your tits, squeezing them hard and leaning down to lick at the sweat that's running down your back, his growl rippling against your skin and causing your body to shiver as you clench and squirt around his cock, the textured spikes of his dick scraping against your g-spot. you can hear him grunting about how he's going to stuff you full of his cum, enough to breed you with a whole litter of baby onis and then some, your tummy plump with his offspring after he's through with you.
when your body goes limp after a particularly brain-melting orgasm, your head swimming, itto will take the opportunity to push his still-hard cock into your ass - he doesn't want to let any cum go to waste, so why not store it in another hole until you come back around to appreciate his efforts fully? he'll grin as your thighs spasm from the feeling of his thrusts, your soft pants of "itto... fuck... too much...!" drifting up from your slack mouth, sprays of your wetness dripping into a puddle on the floor as he thrusts, pushing a big hand on your stomach to deepen the feeling of his cock as he downright bruises your cervix and makes sure you feel every inch he gives you - which you most certainly do, judging by the way your eyes roll back and your mouth opens in a silent scream of ecstasy when he tugs your hair back, drool sliding down your jaw and throat, as he thrusts hard, his balls slapping against your pussy as his hips hit your ass with a loud plap! every time.
and if that oni stamina does eventually run out? he'll stuff a plug in your ass and a vibrator inside your pussy while he sits back and relaxes, watching your poor overstimulated body twitch and wriggle, listening to your desperate cries and moans as you clench around the toys and cum for what seems to be the thousandth time that night, a mix of his cum and your juices squirting onto the floor as you cry out his name. he'll walk over and pull the toys from you when he's ready to go again, listening to the wet shluck sound your abused holes make and your embarrassed moans as he slides a hand under you to rub your clit.
"hey, don't tap out on me yet, darlin'. i've still got tons of energy left!"
#summary: childe and itto use you for some late-night fun.
#pairing: itto/afab!reader/childe
#warnings: pwp, dubcon, dp, gangbang, degradation, slapping, crying, breeding mentions, slight pain play, drunk s3x mention
#notes: this was written to fulfill an anonymous request for my introductory event! hope you like it!
#word count: 1.8k
wangshu inn was generally a place you came to rest. the food was great, the beds were cozy, and you were always guaranteed a pleasant rest - something you desperately needed. however, when a certain oni and harbinger had knocked on your door jovially after hearing you were in the area, you couldn’t say no to letting them in for a drink. after all, it was just one drink, right? what’s the worst that could happen?
you wished now that you’d asked what childe had put in that drink as you squatted on the floor of your room, moonlight dragging in through the window as you serviced them both. the alcohol from earlier was beginning to hit, and you tried to ignore both the ache in your arm and jaw and the flooding heat between your legs as you sucked off childe’s cock, your other hand jerking off itto’s. it was a little difficult to focus on both at once, especially with childe’s bush tickling your nose slightly, and your eyes widened as childe suddenly grabbed your hair.
“that doesn’t feel so good, girlie,” he said softly. “here, let me help you.”
you shrieked, the sound muffled, as childe began to fuck your face, and you felt a light slap on the back of your head from itto’s hand.
“hey, doll, don’t forget about me,” he said, but you could hear the danger underlining his voice, and you did your best to nod.
you squeezed your eyes shut as you continued to jerk itto off, soft hand moving faster and faster. he was so thick that your fingertips didn’t touch each other, and you could feel the metal of his piercings rubbing against your skin. you scraped up some of the drool that had fallen into your lap from your mouth and used it as lube, your hand slicking up itto’s shaft as he groaned appreciatively. you knew the rumours about childe’s mean streak, but you never assumed that extended to sex. any doubts were crushed as he continued to use your warm mouth roughly, groaning happily as your tongue slid along his cock with each thrust. he could hear you gagging, and he felt a flash of pride alongside a familiar bloom of pleasure as his cock twitched and he came with a few stuttered curses.
you resisted the urge to bite down on childe’s cock, feeling warmth hit your face as you dragged your thumb over the head of itto’s cock and he came, his cum almost hitting you in the eye as you continued to jerk him off quickly. he usually never came so fast - something about seeing the desperation in your teary eyes caused him to tip over the edge faster than he thought he would. itto sighed happily as your hand slid off his cock and came up to wipe your cheek and hair, but childe suddenly bent down to grab you by the throat, startling you into stopping.
“swallow it,” childe commanded, and you fought the urge to retch as you swallowed obediently, opening your mouth. childe grabbed your jaw to inspect you, and nodded approvingly upon seeing your mouth was empty. you kept eye contact with him as you bought your hand up to lick itto’s cum from your fingers, and you swore you saw childe’s pupils expand at the sight.
“fuckin’ disgusting,” he said quietly, giving your face a quick slap. “okay, for that you can get a reward.”
he took a running jump to join itto on the bed, and the oni snapped his fingers to order you over, whistling slightly. you blushed deeply as you crawled over to the bed, climbing up onto the duvet before childe grabbed you. he slid between your legs easily, and itto sat behind you cross-legged, his half-hard cock pressed between your shoulder blades as he hooked his hands under your armpits to hold you up. you felt too weak to move as childe pushed your legs apart, spreading your clit with his index and middle finger. you trembled and whined his name as he bought his thumb onto the bundle of nerves and began to rub slow circles, his grin widening as he watched you twitch and shudder from the overwhelming sensation.
“yeah, you like that, little bitch?” he breathed, and itto’s hands carded through your hair as he laughed quietly above you. you whined loudly as childe switched to rubbing up and down, spitting on your clit in place of lube. he could see your pussy growing slicker, and he breathed in sharply before pulling a hand away and shoving two fingers inside your entrance, curling them up as he pushed them in and out, your cunt squelching lewdly with each movement. your eyes rolled back as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling causing your legs to tremble. you moaned loudly as childe’s added two more fingers, and itto’s hand quickly left your hair to sit over your mouth, pressing down below your nose hard.
“hey, quiet,” he said. “don’t want the neighbours to complain, right?” he smiled at you warmly as your eyes widened. “don’t look at me, pretty baby. i’m not here to help you.”
you cried into itto’s hand as childe’s hand moved faster and faster, fingers sliding along your g spot at a rapid pace as itto’s claws suddenly dug into your face. childe laughed sardonically as he looked up at you. “aw, she’s cryin’ - kinda hot with all her makeup like that, don’t you think?” your eyeliner ran down your face in black tracks, your lipstick long gone from sucking childe off earlier.
itto nodded in agreement as he glanced over to look at you, his hardened cock pressing against your upper back. he stuck out a toned arm to ghost his fingertips over your clit and you wailed into his palm, gripping his forearm tightly as your body shook with a sudden orgasm, tears streaming down your face. childe cheered as you squirted, causing a hot flush of embarrassment to spread over your body. your eyes rolled back as he drew out his fingers, scissoring them a little to stretch you.
itto pushed inside your pussy, his cock stretching you despite your wetness. he rolled his eyes and pulled back out, spitting on his exposed shaft before pushing back in. you winced at the feeling as he started to fuck you, childe’s hands coming over your chest to paw at your tits. he pinched and tugged your nipples hard, the pain and pleasure at each end of your body flowing towards the middle to mingle together. you whimper and sob, hands groping pathetically at itto as you try to push him back, to get some millisecond of relief from this endless ride. but it’s like trying to push a boulder, and itto’s too drunk on your tight, wet cunt to pay any kind of attention to your pleas, staring down at you like a man possessed as he fucks you like an animal.
your eyes cross a little as childe looks down at you, a sweet smile on his face. his cock is pressed up against the back of your head, buried in your soft hair, and he suddenly kneels over you to push it inside your mouth, hands not leaving your tits as he begins to fuck your face. you moan and yelp in complaint, eyes stinging with tears as you attempt to catch your breath inbetween his rutting. you hear him sigh above you.
“her mouth might even be better than her pussy,” he moans. “cute how you fuckin’ opened up automatically. bet someone as slutty as you has done this for a bunch of guys before, right?” he laughed, the sound harsh and mean, and you fought the urge to curl up.
“think she’s just desperate for cock, man,” itto grunted, slapping your clit, rough fingers dragging over the sensitive nub. “hey, we should sell her off - would ya like that, babe? we can put you up for all the guys in inazuma and you can get fucked until you can’t move.” he thrusts hard on the last three words to accentuate his point. “fuck, i can feel her twitching…”
“is that so? well, i guess we’ll just have to go harder then!” childe sang, and you were suddenly lifted up as they both stood up before pushing inside your pussy together. you barely had time to register what was happening before they both started to fuck you, and you cried incoherently into itto’s shoulder as you bounced inbetween them, an arm wrapped around both their shoulders as they fucked your wet cunt. you could see itto disappearing inside you from the tiny gap between both your bodies, and you could feel childe pressing up against your cervix as he pushed in balls deep to maximise the stretching pain. they were too big and you were too small - way too tight for both of them at once, it felt like. itto’s crotch ground against your clit with every thrust, making you babble in pleasure as childe hit hard against your ass, pale hands pawing at your tits to hold you in place. he panted hard in your ear, whispering about how you were their filthy slut, just a worthless cumdump who should be happy that they were even giving you attention… and deep down, part of you agreed.
itto growled low as he thrust faster inside you, large cock stretching you out as you groan, breathless with overstimulation as you feel yourself tighten up and cum for the second time that night. you lose any remaining strength, melting into their hold as your eyes roll back and your mouth drops open in your fucked-dumb stupor, body juddering as childe and itto continue to pound you like you’re nothing more than a toy to be used and fucked until they’re satisfied.
itto grunts and you feel him cum inside you suddenly, the sticky warmth flooding your womb, so much of it that it drips out around their cocks as childe continues to thrust erratically, his own orgasm fast approaching at the sight of you twitching in his arms. you’re vaguely moaning something about more and feels so good and childe smiles wide at how you’ve lost any shreds of decorum, your rational thought replaced by a lust to be fucked over and over and over. his hand comes up to slap your ass roughly, like he’s hitting a drum, landing strikes as he thrusts that sting hard enough to cause red to blossom under your skin.
"gonna fuckin' cum in you too - we'll knock you up so good you won't know who the father is, you stupid whore..." childe's voice tailed off into grunts as he thrust inside you, your arms shaking as itto grabbed your jaw, squeezing your face in his hand.
“hey, don’t say you’ve lost your energy yet,” he murmured sweetly. your eyes drifted to his fanged smile, and you felt your body twitch as childe slammed into you, his hips hitting your sore ass as he came with a moan. “we’ve still got so much to do, babe.”
this was a bad idea.
no, scratch that - this was a terrible idea. what were you even thinking?
you stood nervously outside the door of a fancy hotel room which housed one of - if not your most - favourite camboys. arataki itto. you’d found him by chance through a porn site during lockdown, when you were bored and horny with nothing to do except watch tv or touch yourself, and dear god did he tick your clock. fluffy white hair that cascaded over him (perfect for grabbing), a body like a greek statue painted with intricate red tattoos (perfect for licking), and best of all - a long, thick cock decorated with piercings, perfect for creaming yourself over. you’d lost count of how many times you’d watched his streams, one hand down your panties as he jerked off, groaning over the mic with that voice of his that could swing from cocky frat boy to domineering growl at the drop of a hat. your poor clit was abused for an alarming streak of time whenever you lay on your bed, legs spread as you imagined itto pounding into you for the enjoyment of his audience.
so when he’d announced he’d be holding a little… competition, it made perfect sense for your libido to override your common sense and force you to apply. besides, it’s not like you were ever gonna win, right?
you kicked yourself at your sheer dumb luck now. a meet and greet which was essentially a ‘fuck a fan’ contest - what were you, a basement dweller? itto had 25000 subscribers, which should have twisted the chance right out of your hands, but you’d nearly fainted when you received an email from your camsite with the subject line Direct Message from Arataki Itto, almost dropping your laptop as you scrambled to open it. you called up the same email on your phone one last time, steeling yourself.
Hey [y/n],
Congrats on beating the competition and winning my contest! I’m positively thrilled to meet you… ;) As per the rules, we’ll meet at the Embassy (map attached) at 8PM on July 8th. Bring whatever you need, wear whatever you like… just as long as I can take it off you later.
See ya,
Itto
Wear whatever you like… you’d dressed down for the hot los angeles weather, spending an agonising amount of time rifling through your wardrobe before settling on a spaghetti strap dress with kitten heels. your body had been scrubbed and moisturised until your arms ached, and you were practically a fire hazard with the amount of body spray you’d applied. it was worth it, though. it made you smell delicious, almost good enough to eat. quickly shoving your hands through your purse, you performed a last-minute check; wallet, keys, breath mints, lube, condoms, wet wipes, fresh panties, and your makeup bag. carefully sliding the zipper closed, you took a deep breath and stared at the imposing wood of the hotel door before lifting your fist and knocking quickly.
you heard shuffling and your chest caught as the door handle clicked down and the door swung open to reveal itto. you felt your eyes widen at the sight of him, and his face cracked into a big grin upon seeing you.
“hey, hey! you must be [y/n], right? awesome, come in!” he said cheerfully, gesturing you into the room. you blushed and stammered in greeting, ducking your head as you practically ran into itto’s plush hotel room. the walls were painted white, and the furniture was carved from sleek black wood, with a floor-to-ceiling window offering a dazzling view of los angeles taking up half the wall to the side of the bed. some candles had been lit and placed in front of the TV, filling the room with a gentle floral scent. you noticed itto’s phone on the bedside table, a bluetooth speaker playing soft cloud rap next to it.
itto. you were reminded of his existence when the door clicked shut and he placed a hand on the small of your back, sliding around you to stand in front of you. clutching the strap of your bag, your nervous gaze travelled up his chest before meeting his eyes. fuck, he was big in real life - easily six-foot-six, maybe even a little more, with a physique that spoke of many, many gym visits. his white tshirt stuck to him, shadows in the fabric from his muscles as he crossed his arms and smiled down at you in amusement, excitement dancing behind his golden eyes. you’d never ever felt this way around anyone before - you could feel your panties growing more soaked by the second from anticipation. you wanted nothing more than for itto to grab you and tear off your dress before throwing you on the bed and fucking you stupid. and yet, your mouth was dry and your face was hot with… embarrassment? fear? whatever it was, you wanted it gone.
“ummm.” you began, brain fizzing like an overheated circuit board. “hey.”
itto’s smile grew wider. “hey,” he replied gently, and you fought the urge to curl up in a ball and scream. a silence settled between you both as itto looked you up and down approvingly. you were suddenly aware of your nipples poking through your sundress - going without a bra probably hadn’t been the best idea. “hey, listen... want some water? i’ve got some wine too, in the fridge. or i could even call room service, get you a can of red bull or something?”
you didn’t need an energy drink, not when your heart was beating like a jackhammer in your chest. “um, wine... wine would be great,” you replied softly, staggering to the bed and sitting down on the plush duvet. you stroked your hands over the cotton, breathing deeply, trying to ground yourself, nodding in thanks as itto handed you a small bottle of wine and a glass filled with ice. you stared at the glass for a moment before tearing the cap off the bottle and glugging the alcohol quickly. it was sharp and sweet, and you exhaled, eyes growing half-lidded as you twisted the cap back on.
“shit, girl,” itto said admiringly as he sat beside you. “you must be nervous, huh?”
you nodded, cheeks growing flushed at the sight of your thighs touching his, your soft skin rubbing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “i thought i was...” you began, then shook your head before your words tumbled out. “i thought i wasn’t going to win, and now i’m here...” you turned to look at him. “...i feel so anxious, and, um, i’ve watched you so much - fuck, sorry, that sounds so creepy - and you’re actually here and i...!”
you wiped your eyes suddenly, and itto moved quickly, taking your face in his hands. “hey, hey, doll,” he murmured. “listen. we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, okay? shit, we can just sit here and talk about whatever until tomorrow morning if you want. seriously!” he grinned at you, canines slightly pointed. you felt your core throb weakly as the alcohol began to set in. perhaps drinking all that wine so quickly wasn’t a good idea. itto’s thumb scraped over your cheek, wiping a stray tear away. “just tell me what you want to do, and i’ll make it happen.”
the promise was right there in front of you. you could snatch out and take it - make your wildest dreams come true, usurp all those lone nights of fantasy with the blissful heavenly reality.
you stood up quickly, overtaken by a sudden determination, swaying slightly from the wine. breathing in determination, you kicked off your heels and began to pull at the straps of your dress, tugging it over your head and throwing it on the floor. you stood before itto in your panties, fists clenched and face red.
“itto,” you said. “please. fuck me.”
itto swallowed slightly, eyes going from your discarded dress to your naked body. there was a pause, and then he smirked. “thought you’d never ask, darlin’.”
what. the. fuck.
you'd heard all the stupid rumors on twitter and within the bowels of reddit - 'source: friend of a friend of his ex gf' levels of stupid. xyz said that his cock is big, like, really big irl - he doesn't use camera angles or sleeves to make it look bigger or anything. and his stamina is apparently fucking insane! you'd always dismissed them as fetish fuel - nobody wanted to admit the guy they masturbated to was probably bad in bed, right? but looking at itto's cock now, in front of your face as you lay on your stomach on the plush bed, you realised that all those horny forum posts and grainy cam streams hadn't been bullshit. the guy was fucking big - long, girthy, veiny, with silver piercings through the head and shaft of his cock. tufts of white hair sat at the base, almost like cotton wool, and the tip was flushed red.
you swallowed, letting out a shaky "ha." how the fuck were you supposed to fit this in your mouth, let alone anywhere else?! you felt the back of your neck begin to sweat lightly, and were bought back to reality by itto quietly clearing his throat. you looked up at him, smiling timidly, and he winked at you, relaxing his back against the headboard. you laughed nervously, and wrapped both your hands around his cock in determination, the slight touch earning a groan from itto. taking a deep breath, you carefully sank your mouth down onto the tip of his cock, your lips sliding down centimetre by centimetre as you hollowed your cheeks out to make room. itto sighed happily, head falling back as you winced at the feeling of his cockhead sitting on the back of your tongue. you didn't want to think about how much left you had to swallow, and you paused for a moment, gagging slightly.
"aw, you're giving up already?" itto cooed, placing a big hand on your head. was it your imagination, or was he... pushing down? tears pricked your eyes as your jaw began to ache and you clenched your fists in determination to stifle your gag reflex, shoving your mouth a little further down his cock. "ah, fuck - that's it, babe, shove it down your pretty throat as deep as you can, shit." itto's head fell back, a low growl reverberating from his chest as you squeezed your eyes shut and felt his hand slide into the back of your hair, pushing your head forwards slowly, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. you suppressed the urge to gag, your eyes rolling up to look at him, your mascara leaving black trails down your face from your watering eyes.
itto laughed, the sound strained. "you look pretty like that." he breathed out hard all of a sudden before thrusting his cock up into your mouth, making you yelp in surprise. itto leaned over and grabbed your wrists, rolling you over onto your back roughly so he could fuck your face, his cock sliding in and out of your warm mouth, too lost in his own high to hear your muffled cries and squeaks. your pussy grew hot as you felt the bulge of his cock pressing into your throat and his coarse bush tickling your nose, his grip on your wrists bruising as he snarled above you, giving a particularly enthusiastic thrust when you blindly leaned down to rub circles around your clit for some relief. you felt your chest go tight as you steadily ran out of air, your other hand coming up to poke and smack his thigh hard in alarm. your eyes widened as you felt itto's hips stutter, and you sobbed a little as he came down your throat, cock shoved in to the hilt. itto breathes sharply, slowly pulling out of your mouth. you jerk up, gasping and coughing, your face smeared with spit and cum and makeup.
you look over at itto blearily as his hand comes out to gently grab your face, concern written all over his features. "you okay?" you grin at him weakly, and he smiles. "that's my girl."
the term caused your stomach to flutter, and you blush a little, wiping your face self-consciously. you gasped as itto suddenly grabbed your calves and dragged you towards him, prying your legs open with his big hands, palms flat against your inner thighs as he leaned down.
"only fair that i repay the favor, right?" he said huskily, before his hot tongue licked a wide experimental stripe over your clit. you gasped, hands grabbing his hair as your body flopped backwards and itto began to go to town, his tongue licking short fast strokes over your sensitive clit as you moan, the sound keening and desperate. your hips jerked up as he suddenly shoved two fingers around your clit, spreading it open, and sucked hard.
"o-oh- fuck- itto! please- justlikethat!" your words jumbled together in a squeal as he shoves a thick finger inside you, curling it upwards as his lips continued to toy with your clit. you yanked itto's hair hard, body thrashing as he added another finger and began to quickly move his hand, moving away from you slightly to draw small circles around your oversensitive clit with the tip of his tongue. you felt a sudden pressure build in your stomach and gripped his hair, your hips jerking off the bed as he slammed a hand on your stomach and pushed you back down, the pressure increasing tenfold.
your babbling melted into a sudden high-pitched cry as you came, itto licking over your pulsing clit as you tightened around his fingers, your body convulsing as you wailed. he continued to move his fingers slowly, watching as you came down from your high, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat. he kissed your clit quickly, earning a low moan from you as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned you around so you were lying on the pillows, your expression dazed.
itto's damp fingers pushed your sweaty hair out of your face, and you suddenly gripped his arm.
"i-itto," you began, swallowing hard as you tried to collect yourself. "y-you can put it in now, okay?"
your pussy was burning with need as itto nodded, spreading your legs open once more as he lined up his cock with your entrance. you swallowed in anticipation, sighing as he grabbed a bottle of lube and spread some over his cock and inside your soaked cunt.
"ready?" itto asked softly, and you nodded in response. he leaned over you to kiss your forehead as he pushed the head of his cock inside you, easily sliding in. you winced as he pushed in further, the size of him causing a burning sensation, even despite the lube and how wet you already were. itto shushed you softly, pressing light kisses to your forehead and jaw, strong arms either side of you. you breathed heavily as he pushed in more, more, more, his cock filling you deliciously, before he bottomed out inside of you. you almost melted into the duvet as he slowly pulled out, the friction of the veins and piercings on his cock causing your skin to grow hot. itto grunted as he pushed his hips back towards yours, rolling his hips in a slow hard pace as your body twitched underneath his.
his long white hair tickled your face, hanging over you like a curtain. your hands shakily reached up to slide over his sweat-soaked abs, red tattoos standing out over his flushed skin. your legs instinctively wrapped over itto's back as he began to fuck you harder, the position allowing him to go even deeper inside of you. your pussy squelched loudly with each thrust, his piercing rubbing over your gspot as your cunt gripped his cock. itto leaned down to kiss you, forehead touching yours before he suddenly growls, "say my name."
your brain fizzles into gear through the intense fog of lust you're currently feeling. "i... itto."
"louder." he thrusts into you hard enough to slam the headboard against the wall, and you squeal and grip his bicep, trying to steady yourself.
"itto!" you cry hoarsely. "itto, itto, itto!"
his canines scrape along the shell of your ear, nipping slightly as a low chuckle leaves him. "good girl. fuck, again."
you obey him, your cries of itto punctuated by moans and shrieks as he plunged in and out of you, a bulge appearing in your stomach with every thrust. you'd never been fucked like this before in your life, and you suspected that itto had successfully ruined any future sexual encounters for you with how good his cock stretched you, hitting every spot perfectly inside you.
"you're so fuckin' tight - gonna snap my cock clean off, fuck," he panted, suddenly shoving your legs back into a mating press, ignoring your startled cries of o-oh, itto?! as he continued to pound your pussy, your legs tensing in his hold.
oh, i'm not going to be able to walk for days after this...!
you mewled, slurring god knows what as tears streamed down the sides of your face from the overstimulation, his cock feeling like it was in your fucking lungs with each thrust. itto's breathing grew ragged and his hips stuttered as he slammed into you and came, eyelids fluttering a little as he filled you up with his thick, hot cum. you whimpered, unable to do anything but lie there and take it as your body shuddered through its own orgasm. your head flopped to the side for a moment before itto suddenly grabbed you, his cock sliding out of you as he spun you around so your back was against his chest and his chin was almost resting on your head. his arms slipped under your legs, pulling them back as you barely had time to react before he was fucking up into you again, your body still in the final throes of your last orgasm as itto's relentless pace hurtled you towards another one at record speed. you could do nothing but cry out in ecstasy, bouncing around in his lap as your last shards of any coherent thoughts focus on how you want itto to just tie you to the bed and fuck you forever if it meant feeling like this all the time.
his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, sending a sting of pleasure through you as itto grabbed your tits and squeezed them hard. your hands scrabbled to touch anything, desperate to ground yourself, and they rested on the meat of itto's strong thighs, nails digging crescent moon shapes into the skin as he moved. you were totally fucked out already and he'd barely even started - you would have taken him up for that energy drink if you knew how much stamina he had. itto's cock was smeared white with his own cum as he used you like a fleshlight, your teeth gritting as you felt the familiar heat build in your stomach. your body wriggled in his hold, and you heard him laugh darkly above you.
"gonna cum again, sweetheart?" he breathed into your ear, and you wailed in response. "that's it, thaaaat's fuckin' it, cum all over itto's cock, gonna fuckin' knock you up so you have my kids and can't go-."
you gasped, crying as you came, and you felt something in your stomach rush before you suddenly fucking squirt all over the duvet, itto's pleased crowing causing your cheeks to burn as your pussy pulses around his drenched cock, waves of pleasure flowing through your exhausted body. his hand slides over you to rub a quick circle over your clit, laughing a little when your body jerks and you whine loudly. he pulls out of you and pushes you gently onto the bed, reaching over to the bedside table as he opens a draw and pulls out two pink silicone vibrators. he'd figured he'd need them for foreplay, but had written it off immediately when he saw how wet you were. still, it would be a waste not to use them...
you stared at him blearily, head cocking slightly in confusion as he smiled down at you before throwing the toys on the duvet and climbing over you. he rubs his cock against your pussy, collecting slick and cum and lube on the tip before moving down slightly and poking against your ass. his golden eyes are blown with lust as he grips your arms tightly and pushes into your ass. you throw your head back with a cry as he barely gives you any time to adjust before starting up a rough pace, watching the way your tits bounce as he fucks you, your hands falling over your face from overwhelming emotion. you hear a click followed by a faint buzz, and you moan lewdly as itto shoves one of the vibrators inside you, the toy spitting small flecks of your slick from the high setting. the vibrations travel through your oversensitive pussy, and you look up at itto desperately, your brow knotting. how the fuck were you supposed to watch his streams normally after this? you'd gone past feeling simple sensation at this point - you'd been plunged headfirst into heavenly ecstasy, every nerve in your body set alight with pleasure. you wanted nothing more than to be fucked by itto for all eternity, feeling the stretch and push of his thick cock in and out of your sore holes for hours as he made you see stars...
"h-huh?! itto- oh!" your thoughts were cut off by a strangled moan as itto shoved another vibrator in your soaked cunt, his toned stomach hitting against the toys with each thrust, making sure they didn't slip out as he fucked your tight ass. your mouth hung open, a thin line of drool landing on your collarbone as your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body. the toys pressed right up against your gspot, buzzing unstoppably as itto grunted, his hands gripping your waist as he squeezes you in place, grinning as he drills into you.
"guh - itto! cumming - cumming again-!"
you cry out silently as you cum for the third time, clenching around itto's cock and the toys. itto pushes his hand a little more, shoving the vibrators in deeper as your brain whites out and your body spasms like you're being exorcised. he thrusts a few more times through his own orgasm, eyes squeezing shut as his cum spurts into your ass, some of it dripping out around his cock from the sheer amount. the toys continue to buzz, slowly slipping out of you as your orgasm fades and you weep at the intense feeling of it all. itto lifts you up a little to pull out of you, some of his cum falling from your ass as he lays you down and turns off the toys, scooting around your sex-scented body to check on you. your poor holes were totally busted, flushed and red and wet from his cock, and your eyes had rolled halfway up into your head as you breathed his name softly inbetween pleased sighs. your ass was red from the force of his thrusts, and your legs were still shaking.
he smacked your cheek gently. "how ya doin' there, babe?"
your head flopped in his general direction, soft lips parted as your chest rose and fell from exertion. you took a second to form words, lips mouthing around air before your voice, raspy from exhaustion, came to light.
"itto... pleeeeeasseeee, ittoooo... more... wanna go againnnnn..."
he smiled down at you. this was going to be a long night.
➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Foursome, Exhibition, excessive mentions of cum, reader is blindfolded and tied up, slight slight degradation, thigh fucking, not proofread :>
➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Afab reader
➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The harbingers have me in the BIGGEST chokehold ever rn. They better be playable plz but for now I wrote this to cope with how fine they all look. Also new diluc skin makes me wanna write a smut on him :>
You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.
Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.
You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.
They’re using you over and over and you all love it. The way you spread your legs so eagerly for any of them, not knowing who it is. The way you cum over and over for them, the way your body reacts at every slight touch. They’re drunk on your body. They’re drunk on you. And you, you’re so eager to just be stuffed with cock that every time one pulls away you can’t help but whine at the loss. You’re so eager to be filled of cum that you’ll be licking up any drop no matter who’s own. They’re all singing you praises, kissing you, enjoying you and with each time they enter you again, it’s more apparent that you guys won’t be finished anytime soon.
➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Church by chase Atlantic but the lyrics matches sex with the Genshin men
➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alhaitham, Zhongli, Childe/Tartaglia
➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: religious references (zhongli), the song itself references terms like church and preaching in a sexual sense, breeding, humiliation, oral sex, overstim
➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It’s been soooo long since I’ve written anything and I’ve missed it so much!! I’m finally glad to be back writing so have this fic <3 Also chase Atlantic is my fav band and church is my fav song from them so :))) Also also ill get to requests soon this was just to get back into the hang of things
“I’m about to take you back to church” ~ Zhongli
This man will have you on your knees, begging for more of him- worshipping him. He may be the former archon- but an archon nonetheless. You are to treat him as one. You are to worship him, his cock and his hands and his name. Thanking him for being able to just taste and feel his cock inside any of your holes. Oh how you’re so grateful for someone so divine to cum inside your cunt. His seed is too precious for you to waste, keeping it all inside your hole or eagerly swallowing every last drop. Of course, he cums inside you so much that some unfortunately spills out. But it’s okay! Because Zhongli will so kindly collect it on his fingers and shove them in your mouth. You’d taste yourself and his cum on his fingers and still lick them clean. Obeying so nicely that you deserve a reward! He’d cum inside you over and over again, filling your pretty hole up. The warm liquid just spilling inside you drives you wild that it has you cumming on his cock for the nth time. God, the way you just tighten around his cock has him seeing stars. He’d chase after that feeling, having you cum over and over, abusing your clit just so he can feel your walls tighten around his cock. Marking you everywhere and all you can do is just weakly thank him. You’re so lucky to have an archon using your cunt to feel good, lucky to have him mark you as his so as a loyal believer you should thank him! Reduced to a dumb fucked out mess, the archon would continue fucking into your weak body, making you see heaven itself.
“Well tell me your confessions baby, what’s the worst?” - Childe
His fingers would be so tantalizingly slow, rubbing your folds and purposely ignoring your needy hole. He’d be teasing you for so long that you’ll have to beg him to do anything. “Hm? Do what baby I wouldn’t know what to do if you don’t tell me,” The glare you shot him would seem so intimidating to any other person but he remained between your legs, a playful smirk on his face as he continues his slow movements. Turning your head more into the pillow you mumble out a “I need you- inside me.” As embarrassing as it was, you’d be facing a lot more humiliation as he wasn’t quite satisfied with your vague answer. “Me? Inside you? I don’t know what you want inside you. You have to tell me exactly what you want baby.” His emphasis on ‘exactly’ had your eyes wide with shock as you realized what he meant. As much as you didn’t want to say, he was not going to be moving if you did nothing. So with one deep breath, he had you begging for his cock inside you. Not wasting a moment to push himself to the hilt inside you but oh- he wasn’t finished there. He wanted you to tell him exactly how to fuck you. Slow? Rough? Fast? He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you so hard that you can barely think. And if you didn’t? He’d simply stay buried still inside you until you’re spilling all your desires to him. He wanted to hear how much you never wanted him to stop when he’s fucking into you. To hear you say how much you want him to keep fucking you senseless. Telling you he’s gonna cum and for you to beg him to cum inside you within a heartbeat. Sweet moans begging for him to fill you up so nicely so that you still feel his cum inside you after you’re finished. He’d gladly do anything you want, once you ask him nicely for it <3
“Baptise in your thighs til it hurts.” -Alhaitham
This man would have you crying on his tongue. You’d be cumming at least three times before he even penetrates you. There’s just something so satisfying about watching you squirm against his tongue while you try to push him off from the overstimulation. Something so addictive to the way your eyes flicker with a moment of fear as he wraps his hands around your thighs to pull you back down. Watching the tears stream down your face as he brings you to yet another orgasm. Slender fingers fucking you through your orgasm as he finally pulls away. Green eyes staring down at your already fucked out state as he wraps your legs around his waist, cock penetrating your already sensitive hole. He won't even give you a moment to breathe, fucking you senseless when he feels how tight you are around him. Lifting your legs up even higher to pound you further into the mattress. His hands are wrapped so tightly around your thighs that he leaves red imprints on your skin. Nails digging into your flesh as he feels his orgasm approaching, bringing your knees up to your chest so that his cock stretches you out even more. He's fucking you so fast and rough that you can barely form coherent words, reducing you to a shaky babbling mess of tears and moans as he abuses your sensitive hole. His hand rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring your pleas as you whine and squirm under him, bringing you to yet another orgasm. Alhaitham unable to hold back any longer and cumming inside you, holding your hips in place as he regains himself. You're tired and worn out and finally get a moment to catch your breath until you feel him moving again, a sadistic smile on him as he confirms your thoughts. "We're not done yet my love, we have so much more to do." <3
➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Foursome, Exhibition, excessive mentions of cum, reader is blindfolded and tied up, slight slight degradation, thigh fucking, not proofread :>
➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Afab reader
➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The harbingers have me in the BIGGEST chokehold ever rn. They better be playable plz but for now I wrote this to cope with how fine they all look. Also new diluc skin makes me wanna write a smut on him :>
You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.
Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.
You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.
They’re using you over and over and you all love it. The way you spread your legs so eagerly for any of them, not knowing who it is. The way you cum over and over for them, the way your body reacts at every slight touch. They’re drunk on your body. They’re drunk on you. And you, you’re so eager to just be stuffed with cock that every time one pulls away you can’t help but whine at the loss. You’re so eager to be filled of cum that you’ll be licking up any drop no matter who’s own. They’re all singing you praises, kissing you, enjoying you and with each time they enter you again, it’s more apparent that you guys won’t be finished anytime soon.
a/n ✧ was feeling a bit devious and decided to write smut… which i haven’t done in months so sorry if it’s shitty
"fuck— hold still, you’re squirmin’ too much," he rasped as his large hands gripped harder onto your waist. it wasn’t your fault, you just couldn’t get enough of him and the way his cock sat perfectly in your dripping cunt.
"‘m sorry," you mumbled, but you continued to try and move. you really couldn’t take much more, you wanted to feel him fuck into you already. however, he was set on just sitting there with you warming his dick.
your fists balled up his shirt in frustration and a sharp huff left your mouth. you tried once more to grind your hips against his, only to be held in place by his strong grip. your head dropped to his shoulder as a plea left you, "please! ’s aching, jus’ move a little!" you were met with a light laugh, causing your face to heat up in embarrassment.
"it hurts?" he asked, voice low. your head bobbed up and down quickly, letting your eagerness show. his eyebrows slightly raised in amusement, eyes darting down to where you two are connected. you heard him hum before his hand reached down and brushed your clit, causing a whimper to climb up your throat. after so long without stimulation, you were far too sensitive.
his rough fingers slowly rubbed circles on your swollen bud, his eyes glued to your cunt. your hips stuttered as a gasp left your lips. your hands gripped onto his shoulders when his pace quickened.
"so pretty, baby," he mumbled, eyes glazed over with arousal. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, your face burning. his fingers continued to work your clit as he let you grind against him, not seeming to care about his promise of only letting you sit on his dick.
your breath was quickening and your sounds were getting needier, so you leaned forward to press your mouth against his in order to muffle yourself. he gladly kissed back, sharply inhaling through his nose. his fingers kept their pace even as his tongue invaded your mouth. your arms wrapped around his neck and you tangled your hands into his hair as your tongues met.
your grinds got sharper as you started to approach your orgasm. you forced yourself to pull away from his addictive mouth so you could gasp out a whiney, "‘m close."
"yeah? you want me to make you cum?" his voice was heavy with lust. a string of "yes please"s left you as you got more desperate for your long awaited release.
"what if i told you no?" he smirked, eyes shooting up to your widened one’s. your heart dropped at his sentence, but your pussy clenched at the same time. your head shook in a plea.
"please, need it, need you to make me cum," you whined, voice shy. he made a low sound in his throat before focusing back on your cunt. you thought you convinced him, but then you felt his fingers slow. a noise of disagreement clawed up your throat as your arm shot down to his wrist to attempt to keep his hand pressed to you.
your attempt was unsuccessful thanks to the strength difference between the two of you. he was easily able to bring both your hands up and out from between your legs. begs and protests tumbled out of your mouth as your orgasm was ripped away from you.
you watched with a dejected face as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of your juices. after he pulled them out with a 'pop' he leaned back against the couch lazily, a ghost of a smirk on his face.
It’s 9:00 pm, I have exams tomorrow but I’m STRESSING! So I’m writing this to feed you all and to help myself relax a little.
Pairs — Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli (separate) x Gn!Reader
Warnings — Brat taming, impact play, fear play, choking, dacryphilia, begging, bondage, humiliation, knife play, hair pulling, marking, size kink, power play, temperature play, throat fucking
!Everything is consensual! 18+ MINORS DNI
Childe
Mostly a dom but if you beg hard enough he’ll let you get on top. Even then, you’re not fully in control, no matter how much you think you are. He’ll always have a hand on your hips, guiding the way you move and the pace you go.
Fear play is a major kink of his unsurprisingly. Having you backed up into the corner with him having a look that is between lustful and murderous gets him going. He loves seeing the horror in your eyes, the way you beg, the way you squirm with anticipation. He wants to see you cower. He wants to see you submit. And what better way to do that than to choke you up against the wall, muttering “You won’t get away with teasing me. No…no, I can’t let that happen, can I baby?” While his teeth graze along your pulse point.
Dacryphilia. It doesn’t matter where the tears come from: from the amount of pleasure he’s overstimulating you with, or the amount of pleasurable pain over your body from his rough hands. He admires seeing you come apart under him. He wants to see how good he’s making you feel. And what better way to see that than through your tears? He’ll wipe them away in mock affection before landing another slap on the inside of your thigh.
Brat taming. He likes a challenge. And you acting up gives him just that. It also gives him an excuse to bend you in half and use you however he likes. When he tells you to strip, and you give him the “Make me,” he already knows it’s going to be a fun night. He’ll smirk, giving you a predator-like look, “Oh? Is that so?” The brattier you are, the better. Because that just means winning will be all the more fulfilling when he stuffs you full of his cum over and over. Until his seed is dripping down your thighs. But you didn’t get to cum. Not even once. “Only the well-behaved gets to cum,” He’ll edge you all week if he has to. Over and over. You wanted to be bratty. Now face the punishment of your loss. He’ll use you however he wishes.
Cyno
A switch. Whichever role you want him to fulfill he’ll happily do it. He just wishes to pleasure you.
Bondage, both giving and receiving. He finds you so elegant when he has your hands tied up above your head. He loves it when you’re this vulnerable with him. As such, he likes being vulnerable with you. The feeling of his hands tied together while you toy with him makes his tip leak with more than the average precum. His favorite is when he’s using one hand to pin down the two of yours. He finds it more intimate that way because of the way his body curves into yours with every thrust. He also enjoys the feeling of you trying to pull your hands away when he hits the right spot and it gets just a little too much for you. Don’t worry, he’ll keep going until he knows you’re truly satisfied.
Speaking of being truly satisfied: He’s totally into overstimulation. While he doesn’t mind if you overstimulate him, he much prefers it if he overstimulated you. He wants to make sure that he gives you the most satisfying feelings one could only dream of. He gets hypnotized by the way your skin heats up under his relentless abuse of your aching hole. He gets so caught up in your moans, your begs, your whimpers that he doesn’t realize just how many times he has made you cum. The way your body quivers merely from his hands alone makes his cock strain against the confinements of his pants. Don’t get too exhausted, he needs to be relieved as well.
Hair pulling gets him turned on the most. When you pull at his hair during a make-out session, signaling that you want to go further, it gets him yearning to pound into you over and over. Or the way you let out the most pornographic moan when he pulls at your hair when he slams into you from behind. All in a means to get you closer to him.
Diluc
A switch that mostly doms. But much like Cyno, his main focus is to pleasure you.
He’s a gentleman at heart and it reflects even in the bedroom. He’s still into impact play though. If he sees that you enjoy it then he’ll be more than happy to comply. He wants to see you squirm and moan after each hit. He wants to see the marks that were left behind from his hand. He’ll even wear the gloves that have the chains along the back of the hand if you want him to. To him, it’s all about the marks that are left behind and the way you turn into a blabbering mess that’s begging for more.
With that, he’s totally into marking. Either from the bruises from his hands, or the hickeys that linger along your chest, it gets him going each time he sees them. Although he is a man of privacy, so he makes sure he doesn’t leave them in noticeable places. So anything from just below your collarbone, chest, inner thighs, or any other sensitive part of your body. It’s for his eyes only. He’ll trace his fingers along them, recalling the events, and wanting to add more to the collection.
Praise. Both giving and receiving. He wants to let you know just how good you’re sucking him off, just how good you’re making him feel. He loves the way you get flustered and whine from the praises he gives you. In turn, he loves receiving praise. He wants to know he’s doing a good job. He wants to know that he’s fucking you so good that all you can do is mumble “so good, s’ good, keep going,” into his ear. It makes him want to fucking you harder into the mattress to get even more praise.
Kaeya
He’s a dom and a teasing one at that. His kinkiness rivals Childe’s.
He is the type of man to get hard when he has the tip of his sword being carefully dragged across your skin. He’s calculating and cautious, always sure to never hurt you. He loves the fear you display when his sword digs a little deeper but never breaks the skin. He loves the way you shudder in anticipation, the adrenaline that goes through the both of you. He loves having you at his mercy like this. If the two of you get really into it, he’ll hold the edge of the blade to your neck while he pounds his hips into you.
He enjoys humiliating you with teasing, dirty words a little too much. He’ll whisper into your ear the dirtiest words to ever exist in the most public of spaces. “Such a little slut, my slut. Don’t you wish for me to hold you against this wall and make you crumble under all the pleasure my cock gives you?” Of course, he already knows the answer from the way you squeeze your thighs together. He’s a master at wordplay, and he loves to see you look away in a shameful, horny way. He knows that if he truly tried, he could get you to cum just by his words alone.
He’s guilty when it comes to the fact that he uses his vision in the bedroom. His warm lips that kiss up along your neck contrast with the coldness of his hands that roam your body. Your gasps, whines, shivers, and jolting; it makes him grind into the bedsheets. Your body jerks up into his cold hands which only elicit a loud whimper from you. If you try to back away from his touch, it’ll only get colder. He’s the type to get his fingers cold while they thrust up into your hole. The conflicting temperatures leave you shaking in the best way possible.
Zhongli
A dom, and a soft one at that. He treats you with the utmost care. Yet at times he can be cold, that is if he thinks you would enjoy that side of him.
He has a size kink. 100%. He’s tall, strong. He towers over you, even if it’s just by an inch. His presence alone is enough to overshadow you. For reasons he can’t explain, it gets him harder than a rock. Having you be so small compared to him. But when it comes to his dick? It’s monstrous. No matter how many times you take it, you can never get used to it. He knows he’s too big for you, and it fills him with some sort of pride that he would never admit out loud. Having your walls stretch and clench around him, all the while your legs shake from the intensity makes him resist the urge to grind up into you. Lucky for you, he has an infinite amount of patience.
With his size comes power. Power play is something he never expected he would have until he met you. You’re a human. Fragile, weak. He’s an ex-archon, he’s a god. You’re so small compared to him. Rather that’s in status, build, or both. He loves showing you just how much stronger he is compared to you. He won't hesitate to lift you and fuck you while standing. He’ll be sure that you understand the power dynamic between the two of you while his hips slowly drag in and out of you. “You’re only a human,” His nails dug into your hips to restrain himself from drilling into you, “I am your god. Worship me as such.”
He has the guilty pleasure of throat fucking you if you can even call it that. It’s so subtle that it’s barely noticeable. Whenever you’re on your knees, lips around his cock, sucking on his tip, he gently rocks his hips. It’s such a small movement that it can go without being seen. He entangles his hands into your hair, letting out low groans and praises. He’ll then, ever so slowly, pull out of your mouth and back in until his tip just barely touches the back of your throat. He’s careful with it, not wanting to hurt you. But fuck it feels so good, the way he controls your movements and having you gag every now and then. His praises are jumbled when one last drawback shoots cum down your throat. At that point, he’ll hold your head still while grinding his cock in your mouth to ride out his high.
Imagine how full you would feel with both Childe and Zhongli deep inside of you. How much of a withering, whiney, moan-filled mess you would be as they thrusted in and out of your greedy hole; always making sure you were filled. Being stuck between them, their hands all over you. Zhongli mumbling praises, "You're doing such a good job, taking us both all the way. I'm so proud- yes, that's it. Be loud, just like that."
Meanwhile Childe mumbling degrading words while his lips brush against your ear, "Look at you, you're a mess. Such a slut for wanting two cocks in you at once. Couldn't get enough with just one, huh? Had to take both. What a dirty thing. You like being used, yeah?"
They are the perfect balance. Zhongli being gentle with his touch, gentle with his voice, gentle with his thrusts. All the while Childe is rougher, gripping at your body, biting anywhere he can reach, thrusts so hard it's exhilarating.
Your moans are like Celestia's blessings to them from the way their cocks drag against your walls; their lips marking up your body. It makes you cum. Over and over again. But they won't stop, no, not till you're all satisfied. Not till their cum mixture is dripping out of your soaked hole.
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