Hiii I really love your works!! I was wondering if I could request a ryo asuka x reader nsfw possibly him just letting off some steam from working and giving attention to the reader? Or anything else with him if ur okay w it ofc!
ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ʀʏᴏ ᴀsᴜᴋᴀ
ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone / request
ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!devil!reader ( in human form ), fingering, teasing, a glimpse of Ryo’s Satan form so… spoilery?, reader’s a satan simp and also probably hates humans, edging, all characters featured are aged 18+
ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊i haven’t written in a couple of months so pls be nice yall. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
the rapid fire click-clacking of Ryo’s fingertips as they flew about the keyboard had become such a dulled sound, a normal sound. your eyes remain fixed on him as he sat there; they were always on him. you studied this form of his: the softened edges, the thin line his mouth formed as he worked. he was so different, but when your gaze finds his— striking blue, cold, you’re gifted a reprieve from the mortality of his chosen form, his mundane activity. you’re able to stare into those eyes and see him, the real him. Satan. your lover. the reason you exist, and the reason you too have taken a human form, to keep close to him. it doesn’t happen often now; the rarity of his attention making it all the more priceless to you.
you always kept close to his side, playing the role of the dutiful assistant. visitors come and go, Akira namely. but you don’t even cast him a half-hearted glance. you feared that, if you did, the hate you held would manifest into fire in your eyes and would burn him alive. at least Ryo would be rid of him if that happened, but you knew the rules. so, you didn’t look. didn’t speak. didn’t even move. like a statuette, you stood, with your hands brought in front of you. the gentle, submissive way in which you interlaced your own fingers belying your wicked identity. always watching. always waiting for Ryo.
today was a bit different. with Akira asleep upstairs, you felt a palpable tension rolling off of Ryo in waves. you didn’t speak right away; you never did— unless spoken to first. “Are you restless?” his voice was low, barely above a whisper. it was a quiet invitation to drop the mask, as he paused in his mechanical typing, and turned his head up towards you.
you pondered his question, curious about the intent behind it. “I’m eager,” you admit, turning your body more towards him. there was a heat that always consumed you whenever he looked at you. it must’ve been the way his icy gaze dragged over your form, taking its time in devouring every detail, as if he were discovering you for the first time every time. “Eager for this play to reach the climax. Eager to have you back.”
Ryo didn’t chuckle at that, but the specter of a smirk threatened to etch his mouth upward. it didn’t, in the end. “You don’t like this form?” he asked, standing now, in front of you. for a moment, his hand hovered a few inches in front of your face, before his fingertip traced the shape of your cheek, feeling the delicate bone beneath. Ryo’s skin was warm, without callous or imperfection, even in this bizarre human form of his.
“It’s not who you really are.” you answer softly, but you can’t help but nuzzle into his caress, seeking more attention. “It looks different. Feels different.” too soft, too weak, and all of the other adjectives that remained unsaid threatened to drip from your tongue with disdain.
“It can please you all the same,” Ryo insisted, his voice laden with secrecy and something else. something you were used to hearing, but it still sent a jolt of excitement through you. lust. his fingers careen downward, dancing along your exposed collarbone, before creeping just below the fabric of your blouse. “Perhaps even better. After all,” he inhaled deeply through his nose, closing his eyes as he paused to revel in the feeling of your breast when he palms it; the silk of your top rustling against the back of his hand, stretching taut across it as it moved about below. the weight was perfect, shaped just right to fit in his hand. as his forefinger and thumb found the little nub and he toyed with it, he could feel it stiffening between his digits, could hear the subtle catch in your breath when he gave the bud a teasing tug and a rough punch. his eyes opened, and found yours, locking on with an intensity that was uniquely his own. making it impossible to look away, and you didn’t want to. “The human body is so, very sensitive, if you know how to manipulate it.”
what he said was right; your body was already craving more of his fondling, more groping and rougher treatment, made evident by the way a bubbling desire created a molten pool in your lower belly, and your core drenched itself in anticipation. “Sat—“
“Sh.” before you could get his name out, he reminded you with a chastising shoosh.
“Ryo.”
a little nod, to let you know it was acceptable. and then, he was crowding you, his steps closer urging you backwards until you felt the cool, hard expanse of the floor-to-ceiling window against your shoulder blade. “Do you want me to beg you?” you ask, breathing heavier, your chest heaving beneath his teasing hand, your gaze flickering upwards. there was a hint of defiance in your eyes, a glimmer of a challenge. “Like a good, little human girl?”
Ryo merely stared, his free hand planting itself palm down against the glass beside your head. caged in, he leans closer, allowing his breath to mingle with yours. “To what end, exactly?” he almost taunted, his wandering hand escaping your now skewed blouse to instead seek the warmth, the slickness waiting for him beneath your skirt. it took a moment as he bunched the fabric up, allowing the folds to rub his wrist raw, before he could cup the wanton sex between your thighs. it was bare, wet, and eager for him. those damn, soft fingertips pet at your netherlips with torturously slow strokes, mapping out every ridge and valley, the very shape of your human cunt.
“For mercy,” you whimpered, but arched your back, pushing your lower half more insistently into his hand, until you were perched on his fingers, rolling your hips. riding the rhythm he set, no matter how badly you needed him to simply plunge his fingers in. before this, before his grand scheme, you were accustomed to always being doted on; your true body marked by his, ravaged by his. and now, you wanted nothing more than to be decimated by him again. to feel as though your very soul is being torn apart and devoured by him. “To end… this damnable teasing.”
this time, Ryo did smirk, his cold eyes lighting up with appraisal. his forefinger and middle pause, hooking beneath your folds to spread them open. your legs widen upon instinct, your cunt clenching with the anticipation of being fed something to clamp down on, and you press your lips together, pushing a breath through your nose. “I don’t show mercy,” Ryo rebutted, taking a moment to walk his fingers up, pinching your swollen button between his forefinger and his middle finger, though his eyes bore into yours with a weight that would’ve crushed a true mortal. “Not even to pretty, little human girls. You know that.”
your legs shook. damn, these weak, human sensibilities. these nerves that felt like static under your skin when he rubbed your engorged clit in circles, spreading the pressure to all sides, surrounding the little bundle of pure pleasure with almost too much to handle. you were fighting the losing battle, wiggling your hips, trying to persuade him to pay more attention to your neglected hole, that spasmed, demanding to be filled. your hands found purchase on the glass behind you, using the leverage to push yourself off, to roll against it until you were facing the window. your breast that had jiggled free from the confines of the silk blouse now felt a sharp coolness as it smushes against the glass, followed by your cheeks, and your hands splay out finally. from this angle, you could buck your ass back more insistently, rub it into Ryo’s groin as he stroked your hypersensitive, human pussy with precise slowness. your bare, heart shaped globes nested right against him, creating the perfect cradle for his swelling cock; you could feel the bulge through his pants, just as wanton and desperate as you were. “Enough of this,” you hiss, your eyes fluttering shut when you felt Ryo’s fingertips dip into your core, two of them, just deep enough to stretch you, testing your elasticity. “Foreplay is for humans. Too weak and easily… broken… to know what it feels like to really fuck—“
a distinctive rustling gives you pause, and your eyes open. in the reflection of the window, was the translucent visage of him. the real him. with white, feathery wings and glowing, golden aura. the night sky melted the image just enough to give him an eerie, bluish tint, but you didn’t dare look over your shoulder. no, this illusion was specifically for you to enjoy, and you feared that looking away from the reflection he was giving you would cause it to shatter. you purred in content, staring into the glass with ragged breath, watching his head dip to kiss and nip at your neck when he sank his fingers deeper into your needy heat. his digits stroked and rubbed against your spongy interior, prodding at nerves that acted as the off switch to your protests. you could feel the scrape of his teeth, the warm tickle of his golden hair against your neck, your ear, your cheek, as he sucked and bit your ear lobe. “I’ll devour you again,” he promised in a low, husky prayer of a whisper. “I’ll unmake you, then put you together again piece by piece, only to destroy you again. Just as you crave. Just as I always have. But for now, enjoy this. Enjoy the agony of being edged until your human joints give out, and you crumble at my feet. Experience this new, human way of being broken by me.”
