dōma never understood the appeal of abstinence until he met you. for more than a century, he had obeyed the simplest of creeds: hunger should be fed, desire fulfilled, pleasure taken whenever it presented itself.
tonight is no different. while his appetite in the physical sense was already glutted, his carnal desires never waned for you. and curse that freakish stamina of his! judging by the hardness nudging your thigh, it was clear that he could’ve kept going without pause, had it not been for your human limits.
four drawn-out rounds and still, he could not leave you alone. after being denied the comfort of staying inside you, dōma sought consolation elsewhere, mouthing languid kisses to your shoulder, in both quiet worship and tender defilement. (it wasn’t morality that stayed his fangs from tearing into your arteries—to dōma, it was more of a game. curiosity turned self-inflicted torment. he’s somewhat of a masochist.)
you mumbled half-heartedly about needing rest, but he ignored it entirely. “just one more kiss. pleasepleaseplease pretty please?” you both knew one kiss would never suffice—greedy thing that he was. cold lips trailed down your neck, nipping lightly. you evoked an instinct to consumeconsumeconsume, but for now he’d leave just a trail of shallow marks, little crescents fading to bruises by morning. proof that he’d been a ‘good’ lover and a ‘bad’ upper moon.
before you could squirm away, he caught you around the waist and tumbled you back onto the futon in a careless sprawl of limbs. laughter spilled out as he pressed you down, his birch-coloured hair framing your face like a halo of moonlight. “where d’you think you’re going?” he chirps, the very picture of mischief. “can’t leave me all alone— that’s just cruel!”
when he trailed lower, tongue flicking out to tease your already-sensitive nipple, you swatted his shoulder. “dōma!” you hissed, exasperation colouring your voice.
“what in the world has gotten into you?”
“ouchie! now was that really necessary?” dōma whined, lower lip jutting in a pout that belied the gleam in his rainbow eyes. “i was just tasting,” his words muffled as his hot wet tongue flicked once more. “you’re so cute… i could eat you right up.”
he propped himself on an elbow, watching you with a dopey, lovelorn smile. one you’d come to expect from him, and often it made you feel as though the two of you were in on some bone-chilling farce. for behind those hypnotic, iridescent irises, there was usually nothing at all.
but something shifted. and dōma must have felt it too, because for the briefest instant, a shallow crease appeared between his brows, uncertainty marring the usual placidity of his face. quickly followed by the rosy blush dusting his cheeks, wholly out of place. he blinked, once, twice, as though surprised by himself.
and then, the mask was back on place. whatever had just passed—some errant chemical mimicry of emotion or simply a trick of nerves—he dismissed it without a second thought. familiar vacancy settled back in, tranquil as ice reforming over water. a soft chuckle escaped and when he bent down again, brushing his lips against the curve of your throat, there was tenderness. whether it was genuine or only another act in his repertoire, you could no longer tell. it scarcely mattered.
Helloo hope your doing well! can i get a request with gyutaro and douma w/ a s/o that follows them around because they want affection, like kisses?
💮 UPPER MOONS WITH A CLINGY GN! S/O
ft. gyutaro, douma
💌 A/N: HELLO IM BACK,,, this is such a cute request! and thank you, i am doing well. i hope you are too! and i hope you don't mind me calling the reader clingy ;—; not proofread !
Gyutaro
Literally does not mind one bit
You were technically also giving him attention, so this was a win win situation for the both of you!
Whenever you ask for kisses, it never fails to catch him off guard somehow.
Would pull you into a hug first and ruffle your hair, probably gonna comment about how clingy you are and how he frickin loves you so much!
Personally, I think Gyutaro would be the type to give forehead kisses, and occasionally quick pecks on the lips and the cheeks.
As much as he loves your company, he does worry about your well sometimes when he is needed somewhere else and needs to leave you.
Not like he wants to leave you!!!
Though, most of the time, the two of you were together!
HAND HOLDING HAND HOLDING HAND HOLDI—
You love giving this man compliments, because it never fails to at least tint his cheeks pink a bit.
It also boosts his self confidence, way to go!
" You're such a handful, Y/n. You know that, eh? Not like I mind yknow.. "
Please help this man sometimes, he really can't put the words together and occasionally stumbles on his words just to get the right thing to say.
Personally, you don't mind, as you care for him just as much as he cares for you and your whole well being :]
Douma
Well, for starters, he's also clingy!
So you wanting to stay by his side and following him all around really doesn't bother him!
You really don't need to want anything because he always gives you what you need and rightfully deserve <3
Kisses? Way ahead of you! This man would always kiss your cheeks that he oh so love to squish like they were some stress relievers.
Hugs are always so nice, on how he holds you close to his warmth as he closes his eyes.
As much as the other upper moons found him annoying, you were always there for him and that he actually felt some emotion run through him. Genuine happiness.
" Hmm? You want another kiss, darling? You're so needy.. haha, kidding! I love you so much! Cmere, come! "
If he were to be called in a meeting with the other Upper Moons, he'd probably let you stay with his cult and let them know that you're incharge and that you should be respected while he was gone. Would apologize a lot for leaving you even though it was temporarily.
" I'm sorry for leaving! I would let you come if I wanted to.. but I bet Muzan-sama would kill you on the spot.. "
Those words made you stiff, but Douma — who had a smile across his face, reassured you that it will never be happening.
Appreciating little things is one of the best key to a happy relationship. It's not really something to focus on, because it just happens. But sometimes, things take a bad turn and you are so furious that you forget to notice that little nice gesture.
Douma and you had an arguement last night. Yeah, it sucked. Because it was petty, filled with sentences not true, mouth spitting out things you don't actually mean. You thought it'd all be better in the morning, but there was just awkwardness in the eye contacts and one word conversations. Not a single "sorry" was yet spoken. Head still high on the ego.
Yes, ego shouldn't have a place when it comes to a relationship. Although people fail to realize that sometimes, you don't want things to make sense. You don't want to act like an adult because it's exhausting. You just want to act like a kid because that's how you used to get what you always wanted when you were little.
You had been staring at your phone for a while now. Scrolling up and down, ears perking up like a cat's at the notification sound, only to be disappointed to not see the name you were hoping to. Even your favorite tv show was now boring, you feel like sleeping, exhausted from the chaos on your mind.
Douma came in unannounced, thinking he doesn't need to since you might not want to see him anyways after the fight (but he was wrong). He enetered the hall only to see you passed out on the couch. He stepped closer, slowly covering you with the blanket tossed aside. He gazed at your pretty face. You looked so beautiful even in your sleep. Disturbing you would while sleeping would be the last thing he'd want so he got up and was walking away til'he heard a little "s...sorry." He stopped and turned.
"What?" Turns out it was you just mumbling in your sleep.
"M sorry. Don't be...mad"
He settled down on his knees, heart thumping, the smile on his face dropped when he saw a single tear slipping from the edge of your eye.
"I'm sorry too. I love you, sweetheart." He pecked your forehead.
......
You woke uo to a sizzling sound of something cooking. Being still a little unconscious, you followed the smell to the kitchen to see Douma frying something in the pan.
"D...douma?"
"Not calling me baby anymore?" He questioned, catching you off guard. You thought he'd be upset. But he seemed to be rather relaxed.
"Listen. I'm sorry for whatever I said last night. I didn't mean any of it."
"You don't have to apologize twice," he said, tasting the sauce out of his fingers.
"Twice?" You stood there confused.
"Yeah. Seems like someone dreams of me a lot." He was so subtle, saying it with a wink. "Now taste this, my love. I made your favorite." He blew the smoke off the ladle to cool it down before making you taste them.
"Um my god. That's so delicious." He wiped the extra sauce sripping near your chin with his thumb, tasting it on his own lips.
"By the way, you haven't apologized back to me yet. You were mean too last night."
"I did apologize."
"When?"
"When you were sleeping. It's not my fault you didn't hear it, love."
"You know I hate you right?"
"You just hate me because you never thought you could love me this much." Ah! There it was. Another wink.
