WTDSIK Incorrect Quotes#76 The woman was too stunned to speak-
Mafia au
You are Sullivan's adopted child. You grew up around others but mostly kept out of the mafia world, but decided to join it once Iruma and Opera entered your father's care...
Y/n*Eating happily, but looks like the salt is too far away* Babygirl, can you pass the salt?~
Clara*Has been called that by you since shewas taken in by Iruma and the others*???....
Kalego*Who reached for it out of reflex, blinks, and looks up at Clara and realizes his mistake*....
Iruma*Whose cheeks are stuffed with food, blinks*...
Opera*Who stopped chewing*....
Clara*Has a blank face, and continues to not break contact with the older Man*....
Kalego*he stares back at her with the same blank face, but he WISHES the earth swallow him*....
Y/n:...
Opera*Shacking their head*You sure know how to pick 'em...
I still can believe the age swaps with the main au and the mafia...opera is forever kalego ragebaiter-
Smut warning: oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), vaginal sex, afab reader, porn with a plot (I haven’t finished the plot), down bad kalego, dubious consent, spanking, predator x prey,
Coming from a guard dog lineage: the Naberius family. A vigilante family, specialized in catching demons who acts out of line.
A demon with a rank 8
A teacher from a renowned school. Babylis
An exemplary demon known to be a strict, rigid, intimidating and dedicated teacher. Always seeking to maintain order and discipline as a good guard dog.
Kalego every morning has to take a deep breath every morning not to kill some plague that he considers his students. And some teachers.
Since the damn principal brought his grandson to study at school, his life has turned upside down.
First that presentation disaster, invoking a taboo spell, a useless spell not to stumble. Then getting into a fight with the honor student. To this day, he is shocked that Asmodeus lost to the grandson of the director.
But the last straw was that he was turned into a family member by a student. Binding him on a one-year contract. The shock was so great that he fainted, which made him lose the division of classes, and remaining as principal responsible for the most problematic class of the school.
A bunch of problematic brats. It’s amazing he still has hair so many times that he wants to pull it off, but why when he can simplify double the homework of those miscreants.
As problematic as these brats are, they have shown enough potential, at the expense of the peace of mind of Kalego. He would prefer to teach a class that is less chaotic, or that has a sense of self-preservation.
Honestly he can’t wait to take holidays from school, the crazy headmaster and his abnormal class.
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Dr. [Yn] L/n. Aka the university’s Lara Croft.
A woman who had a relatively normal childhood, loving middle-class parents. The father was an engineer and the mother was a nurse, they traveled a lot and this fed the curiosity of little y/n about the world, everything was so great, new to her.
She is the author of the controversial thesis on "Advanced Lithic Engineering and Artificial Geopolymers". The theory? The Andean civilizations did not cut stones of 100 tons; they chemically melted them in place.
Outside the academy, they call her "Lara Croft in a lab coat". Not by look, but by certifications that most geologists don’t even know exist: Wilderness First Responder (First Aid in Remote Areas), Level 1 rope access (IRATA/SPRAT) and a jungle survival training with the Brazilian Army CIGS that would make a marine cry.
The day had been, for lack of a better word, a complete disaster. His coat was stained with mud,
Valac Clara creatina those weird things during the pratical magic class and Asmodeus Alice almost burning the room for a trivial discussion, Naberius Kalego’s patience had evaporated even before lunch. Now, at the end of the shift, all that remained was a pulsating migraine behind the eyes and the deep desire for absolute silence.
He walked through the empty corridor of the west block, massaging his temples. His shoulders were heavy. —Bunch of incompetent noisy... - he grumbled to the nothingness, the hoarse voice of so much shouting orders.
It was then that the air changed. That aroma. It began subtle, like a thread of sweet smoke snaking through the cold stone corridor, but quickly became thick, almost palpable. It was a sweet, warm and disturbingly "alive" smell. Unlike any demonic perfume or plant from the underworld.
Kalego stopped abruptly, his nostrils widening against his will.
'No. Not now.' His heart gave a painful jolt. He knew that smell. It belonged to "Dr. Y/n,". Normally he could tolerate - keeping a safe distance of two meters and holding his breath. But today... today the smell seemed more dense, more inviting.
He looked frantically sideways, his purple eyes sweeping the shadows like a cornered animal. He didn’t want to see her. He couldn’t see her. Not with his mental barrier so worn out by tiredness. If he saw her now, with that annoying gentleness and that exposed neck...
- I need to get out of here - he hissed. Changing the route, he practically marched towards the Teachers' Room. The plan was simple: come in, get your notes, go out the back and fly home before you crossed her. He walked into the room and slammed the door, leaning against it for a second. The silence of the empty room should be a relief. He let go of the air, walking to his table in a hurry. His hands, usually firm, trembled slightly as he gathered the scrolls.
He threw the bag over his shoulder. He was safe. He was going to make it.
The sound of the turning handle sounded like a shot in the silence of the room.
The door opened and an airstream came in. But it wasn’t just air. It was a concentrated storm of that smell. Today it was... different. Stronger. Maybe it was her cycle, maybe she had run, he didn’t know, but the aroma hit him with the strength of a physical hammer, making his vision instantly blurred.
Excuse me? Ah, Professor Kalego! Lucky I was looking for someone. You were standing at the door, holding a clipboard against your chest, smiling sweetly. You looked like lilith. You had no idea that by entering that locked room, you had just saturated the environment with the only thing capable of breaking Naberius' self-control.
Kalego felt the ground under his feet look liquid. The world turned. The exhaustion of the day mixed with the intoxication of the smell, creating a violent vertigo. He tried to step back, away from you, but The body betrayed his mind.
'Can’t hold anymore.' Kalego gasped, his heart beating fast, his senses being continually invaded by his smell
"Professor kalego?" Yours voice startled him making him lift his eyes
'Damn!' The drool ran down the devil’s lips, trying to wipe with the back of his hands.
"Are you okay? You’re holding the your chest." Kalego felt his knees fail when your smell attacked him without mercy, forcing him to kneel and hold his chest.
Seeing the oldest in that state you moved to hold him thinking he was passing out or having a heart attack.
Kalego finds himself kneeling at that exact moment, hugging the sexiest thighs he has ever held, and his face pressed against this woman’s groin. All of his senses screaming to devour her completely.
'Your naughty dog!' He cursed his bloodline,
"Professor kalego?" The fine voice carried him to the dreams that tormented the poor at night
Looking up, you saw a face of pure desire and fear, as if it was forbidden to touch you, but still did. Eyes wide, head against your groin, lips trembling close to the arms.
"Y/n." He filled his mouth to say your name.
"S-yes? Do you need anything?" he closed his eyes, rubbing his face against your stomach.
"I... am hot. My body is inflamed." You touched his forehead , it was sweating, and and seemed to burn in fever
"Oh heavens! You’re burning. Need to go to the infirmary! Are you feeling anything else?!" You put your hands under the armpits of the teacher to lift him, but he had locked his arms around your hips
That heavy breath of the same returned. “I’m hungry.” He said turning his gaze to you
Maybe he’s having a episode of hipoglicemia? “Would you like me to bring you some food?”
“Why bother…” he grabbed your pulse “when it’s right in front of me what I need.”
Oh shit! Did he found out?!!
You looked scared at him, he looked feral, the wings and syrup showed up, they were long and imposing, the tail swayed like an jaguar about to attack. He pulled his cloth, the black cassock thrown on a chair, and the shirt unbuttoned.
You took a step back, realizing the risk of being in a room with an Alex Predator. He was not acting normal, like a caged beast that finally escaped his chains. 'Is he angry? Is this hunger? Or it’s the evil cycle everyone kept talking about? Why the fuck is he looking at me like that?' Your mind screamed in terror.
You didn’t even notice when your legs hit the couch, you took so many steps that you crossed the room. "Why are you running away from me?"
Kalego crawled up to you on the floor, looking as if if you were a banquet
"P-Professor!" You tried calling him
"No! call me kalego." He ordered crawling on the ground, climbing your leg, and sitting on your lap. His wings covering your field of vision
"K-kalego, why are you on my lap?"
"Can’t I?" He looked with sad eyes but with frilly eyebrows, he is... pouting? Oh heavens, he’s almost moaning, as if I had yelled at my dog!
"Are you wrong?"
"Can’t I stay here?" He drew his face, inhaling your addictive scent, resting his head on your shoulder, getting dangerously close to your neck.
What the hell do I say? No? Yes? I don’t mind? Feel comfortable ?!
"P-Professor Kalego!"
"No. Only kalego ." He growled
"O-ok! K -kalego,
"Why? -Only Shichiro can sit on your lap? He’s bigger and heavier than me."
"P-why? That has nothing to do with you being heavy." Your throat was squeezed by his hand
"So why? What reason does the shichiro have the right to stay here?"
"E-he’s a naturally affectionate D-demon" You tried to pull your hand feeling the air locking in your throat
"I can also be affectionate."
'SINCE WHEN?!' Your mind screamed as you made the effort to take his hand out. In all your time in the underworld you have never seen this demon be affectionate with anyone, on the contrary he hates cute things and incompetence.
'Pr- Kalego! I mean I’m used to Balam touching me. He’s a good friend.''
"Friend?" Wrong answer, the air stopped completely in your glote and the eyes of the demon shone with jealousy
"I-kalego! My neck!" You were banging on the bare chest of the same
"I heard Iruma talking about friends." SO WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CHOKING ME DEMON? You held yourself back to not scream or pull his black hair like the night
"And so?"
"Friends are people who eat together, spend time and are considered precious to each other."
“Yes.”
"In this logic I am not your friend too?"
Why he spoke with this intonation? Where does he want to go?
"And I’d say we’re-we’re colleagues."
"Buddies?" He spoke with disgust
"S-yes, a level before friends. After all we barely exchange words when we go out together."
"Is it a requirement to talk to be friends?"
"S-yes, after all how we would be close without understanding each other."
"I understand you, I can read it like a manual."
'I have my doubts about that but all right.' You swallowed dry"b-good I can’t read you like a book, you’re a demon ... with many layers."
He growled again "layers? I’m hard to read?"
"You don’t let everything that you think show through.You’re pretty private too." You replied, panic taking over. You started kicking, writhing violently and trying to use your legs to push him or slide off the couch.
"You are blind, I’m an open book.”
"I really don’t know what you’re thinking!!" You yelled "Since we met you have not shown a minimum of interest, you avoided me as much as possible! I am not able to interpret confusing signals!"
"Confusing signs?" he laughed. That sadistic and angry laugh of him "I’ll show you what I’m thinking of you shameless succubus."
"Ahhh!" You shouted grabbing the man’s arms
Kalego had bitten your trapezius with force, leaving his canines, a fillet of blood running down your collar. When the same moved away to lick, you punched him hard in the face "you wretched dog. Why are you biting me?!" You held your trapeze in pain, the teeth marks looked like those papers we bite for x ray
Kalego held the cheek where he took the punch. The pain irritated him, but the taste of blood left him numb. He looked at you with red face, an expression that mixed drunkenness, lust and confusion of a dog that fell from the change.
"What was that face? That hurts you know?" You held your shoulder, preventing more blood from coming out
"I want you."
"What?"
He advanced again mounted on you, holding your face with both hands, looking into your eyes in a threatening intensity, your pupils were dilated, the black taking care of your eyes"I desire you. I have never felt anything like it, you are a fire that burns inside without smoke, you are my disease and my cure."
'Oh, so poetic' you almost let yourself be carried away not expecting to hear these words FROM THIS demon
"K-kalego what you ."
"Forgive me. - He licked his lips, his voice failed, returning to a pleading tone - I didn’t do it for evil. - he stroked your cheek lightly - I can’t control myself near you. - he confessed.
You felt the tail of the same coiling on your leg.
"I - he sighed - please - He let out a low roar, a pathetic and needy sound.
"Please what?" He looked at you with those dog eyes again, making your heart melt
F-f-cute! He’s very cute! I didn’t know that he could make those expressions!
"Please let me, just this once," he rubbed his face against your "I long to have you." Your eyes widened with the confession and before you could give an answer he took her lips.
It was not a gentle meeting. It was chaotic and desperate the way your lips slid, nothing to do with the usual posture of the same. All order, calm and control that he was so proud of, far from here.
He kissed as if you were going to disappear, his tongue explored your mouth with zeal, His tongue did not ask for permission; sweeping the roof of your mouth, brushing your teeth, you seek his tongue for a duel where there were no winners, only a drowning fate.
It was dirty. It was wet. The saliva accumulated quickly, gushing shamelessly through the corner of your lips, running down your chin, but he did not stop. He wanted to taste every millimetre of you, swallow every breath.
Okay. Perhaps you are not as strong as you thought, sedating briefly the kiss, hugging Kalego’s neck, deepening the kiss, trying to calm the energies.
Kalego gave a smile half the kiss, pulling back for air, giving small bites on your lips, you fought back the bites.
Wet!
His lips, cheek, neck and hands were drooling, devoured with bite marks, and you had a demon burning for more devouring your lips, giving light bites on the lower lip while looking at you with the naughtiest expression possible and xxx.
You pulled the demon’s short hair, trying to breathe again without drowning.
Wrong move.
The pull made kalego pant and growl, releasing a trembling moan and leaving it even harder, the boner was consuming the same. He needs to solve this urgently!
Never in all the existence of the devil would he imagine himself rolling his hips on your lap in search of friction, even minimal to relieve this pressure.
'HOLY SHIT!! It’s hard. Very hard' you sweated cold feeling the size of the demon that lost control
"You drive me crazy." He bit your cheek again "your smell is the most pleasurable thing I’ve ever smelled. It makes me want to devour it." He continued with his personal mission of filling you with bites. So far so good, but you choked when he pulled your blouse, his purple lavender bra shows it to the same. The same looked at her breasts as if to dissect them.
'GOD HELP!'
He lowered your bra, exposing her breasts to the cold air of the room, your areolas stiffened, and kalego saw it, getting more desire. By reflex you tried to cover her boobs with shame, kalego grabbed her wrists lifting them. Kalego experimentally licked one of the beaks, making it growl.
'This tickles!' You tried to fight again, your body was on fire, now if it was shame or anger? No one knew
Kalego looked at you as if you were a child running around the market. His insistence made the same unbalanced for a moment, and you tried to roll out of the sofa, but with him still straddling your legs, it only made you fall more on the couch.
'Shit!'
Kalego was happy with his new position, he settled on the couch now in the side, and nibbled her tit, sucking with taste.
You threw your head back, arching your back.
'Fuck! That’s good!' You took a deep breath holding the groans 'but too dangerous. I have to get out of here.'
While you had your internal crisis, kalego was releasing fires internally, the hands of the same sliding through its curves, squeezing each little piece, but he did not like that you were covered. Actually why are they still dressed?
"And wait kalego!" He tore your blouse in two and quickly lowered your black social pants, remaining only with your high heels and mismatched bra and white panties. Kalego was impatient. His hands, equipped with sharp black claws, trembled slightly, with the overwhelming need to touch pure skin. He turned you, wanting to have full access, his hands rising up your waist to undress the rest.
And that’s when he snapped. The frantic movement stopped abruptly. The sound of his heavy breathing was cut off by a confused silence.
His big hands, which were about to pull you closer, hovered over your bare back. He expected the familiar texture. He hoped to feel the bony protrusions of the shoulder blades where the demonic wings are gathered. He hoped to be careful not to trap his own claws in the sensitive membranes of your wings.
But there was nothing.
- ... Where? - The word escaped from his lips, hoarse and disconnected.
He stopped. The violet eyes, dilated and febrile, swept his back with a clinical intensity that fought against lust.
The skin on your back was smooth, soft, uninterrupted. He traced the line of your spine with the tip of the his claw, descending slowly, hoping to find the scars of an amputation, or the withered roots of a weak demon.
Nothing. Not a mark. As if you never had wings to begin with.
Then his hand went down to the base of your spine, where the coccyx should extend into an expressive tail. He expected something to curl in his hand, or hide between your legs. But nothing was met except for the curve of you fat ass.
Kalego frowned, a deep wrinkle of confusion emerging between his eyebrows. He turned you over again, holding your shoulders firmly, and looked at the top of your head. He pulled his sweaty hair away from your forehead.
No horns. No stumps. No tips. - You... - He whispered, passing his thumb through his smooth forehead, down the cheek. He seemed to be seeing a ghost or a mythological creature. - You have nothing.
"V-Are you humans?"
"Yes, sir!”
A deafening silence settled in the room
A human? All this time I’ve been having those dreams... was it that woman’s fault?
Suddenly your world turned, you gave a scream when you found yourself leaning on the thighs of the demon "k-kalego?"
"quiet!" He ordered, all warmth was gone now
- Bad girl. - His voice came out low, a reproachful growl mixed with pleasure.
His hand went down.
PLAFT.
He beat mercilessly, not with strength to break bones, but with the exact pressure to burn for days.
— Crossing the portal to the Underworld without authorization... - He dictated the sentence between blows, as if reading a school infraction, but his breath was heavy, hot against his back. - Breaking treaties of centuries with this reckless curiosity.
— F-It was by accident! - You held the tears, nails sticking in the fabric of his pants in despair. The burning was intense, spreading through the skin. - I didn’t want to! I swear, I didn’t know!
Kalego’s hand stopped in the air, hovering over the reddish skin. He leaned forward, his chest vibrating against his back, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
-Oh? - He let out a short and dry laugh through the nose. - So you’re a "good girl"?
The tone was pure sarcasm. He was mocking your innocence, playing with your vulnerable situation.
— Yes! - You sobbed, trying to turn his face so he could see the truth in his eyes, so that he would have mercy. - I did not intend to invade the Underworld! So much that I hurt myself because I fell!
The confession made Kalego hang for a second. The image of you, frail and human, falling from the sky straight into his territory... straight into his clutches. - Fell... - He repeated the word- Poor thing. Fell right into the wolf’s lair.If you fell and got hurt, then I should take care of you... - He whispered, his voice shifting from rebuke to a dangerous lust.Kalego breathed deeply, the air entering noisily through his dilated nostrils. The ecstatic vibration turned into a pedagogical coldness, but his eyes still burned.
- If you are a "good girl"... - He held his hip tightly, preventing any escape- Then you know how to count.
He raised his hand, flat and heavy. - I want to hear your voice. Count to thirty. And if you skip a number, or stutter too much... - he rubbed his lips on the back of your neck - ...we go back to one. Understood?
-s-yes... - you whined.
Begin. - He commanded, the trembling voice of a rage that could barely contain.
PLAFT.
- One! - You shouted, the voice trembling, the tears already running hot down your face.
— That’s for the hell you made of my mind. - He growled, his hand burning your skin, not just with the impact, but with the fever emanating from him. - Do you have any idea how many nights I spent awake? sweating? Thinking I was sick, infected by some plague, when in fact it was only your human smell permeating my senses?
PLAFT.
-D-two! - You hiccupped.
— Three. - He continued, beating rhythmically. - You made me doubt my own control. I am Naberius Kalego! I do not lose control! And you reduced me to an animal in heat, sniffing corners of the room looking for you.
PLAFT.
-Q-four... Aw!
— I was sure you were a high-level Succubus in disguise. - He confessed, his voice dripping with frustration and shame. - Because there was no logical explanation for a Rank 8 demon like me not being able to get you out of my head! I thought you were invading my dreams on purpose, planting dirty desires in my mind to manipulate me!
The count advanced, and with each number, he revealed more of the torment that lived.
- ... Eight... N-nine...
-— I couldn’t get near you! - He hit harder, his palm popping against your skin. - Did you think I avoided you because I hated you? That too, I despise you, but mainly because your smell made me dizzy, unable to formulate a coherent thought! All of my thoughts were pure filth!
PLAFT.
-Q-fourteen... Q-fifteen... - You sobbed, the pain mixed with the confusion of this aggressive confession.
— And then I saw you with the others... - His tone became darker, dangerous, his fingers squeezing his hips with excessive force. - Sixteen. Principal Sullivan. That eccentric old man brought you here,walking around, parading you ... I thought you had seduced him too. That you were using this... "fragile charm" to control the school through the shadows.
-n-no! Eighteen... I never...
— And Shichirou! - He shouted the name, jealousy exploding like a bomb. - Nineteen. Twenty. I saw him touching you, all gentle, all sweet "... and I wanted to rip his hands off. I thought: "She got him too. She is seducing Balam. She’s playing with him.
The mention of the friend made his anger shift focus. It was no longer jealousy, it was a furious worry.
PLAFT.
- Twenty one!
— That gentle idiot... He knew, didn’t he? - Kalego growled, his body tense. - His knowledge of humans is better than mine. He must have noticed the moment you stepped in here.
PLAFT.
- Twenty two...
— Do you have any idea how worried he must have been? - He rebuked, the harsh voice. - Shichirou is already anxious by nature. Having to watch a fragile human, day and night, afraid that she will break or be discovered... He was protecting you all this time, and you... you kept risking yourself, walking around smiling like you’re immortal!
PLAFT.
- Twenty-five! - You screamed, the voice failing.
— Are you aware of the danger? - He lowered his tone, bringing his lips closer to his ear, whispering the terror that he felt. - If I, who have self-control, almost lost my head by your smell... what would an inferior demon do? They would tear you in half before you could scream.
PLAFT.
— Twenty-six. - He told along, ruthless. - Your mere existence here is a crime. The balance between the Human World and the Underworld is sacred. It is fragile.
PLAFT.
— Twenty-seven. Bringing a human here violates the laws of physics and magic. You are an anomaly. A mistake in the system. You destabilize the order just by breathing our air.
You were already in your twenties, the voice hoarse from crying, the body trembling with spasms at each touch.
- Twenty-eight... V-twenty-nine...
Kalego raised his hand for the last blow, but stopped. The red skin ...
- Twenty-eight... V-twenty-nine...
Kalego raised his hand for the last blow, but stopped. The red skin under his palm radiated heat. He looked at you, weeping, human, frail, a living transgression of all that he swore to protect as a Watchdog.
And yet his hunger had not diminished.
Knowing that you were human did not repel him. On the contrary. It made something dark and primitive within him agitate. If you did not belong to this world, then you had no rights here. You had no protection. Except his.
His hand came down, not to beat, but to grasp. He squeezed the soft, possessive flesh.
- Thirty.
He leaned over you, his weight holding you against the couch, burying his face in your sweaty neck.
His hand slipped from her buttocks to the middle of her legs. His breath failed when his fingers, long and experienced, opened your lower lips, sliding through the moist and sensitive contour of your intimacy. - “What are you doing?” You sobbed too sensitive after the beating.
" You don’t expect me to walk around with this problem you gave me. - He growled, pressing his hip against yours, making clear the painful erection that pulsed against his thigh."
"Huh?"
He stroked her buttocks with the other hand, squeezing the soft flesh. - I am a watchdog. I catch and punish those who break the rules... - He paused, his fingers exploring you more deeply, pulling a moan from you. - You gave me the biggest headache I’ve ever had. Not even in my teens, I... got so horny. Now I know I was hungry.
He laughed, a low and guttural sound. — A human falling in the underworld? Ha. -- He inhaled the smell of your neck, shakily. - You smell fresh meat and flowers of the field.
The primitive fear hit you. That was a predator talking. - V-v-will you eat me? - The question came out trembling, naive.
His "inner dog" barked in response.
What a question to ask, thought Kalego. The honest answer? Yes. He wanted to tear you piece by piece. He wanted to lick until there was nothing left, until you were crying and crumbling in his arms, completely consumed by his existence. Fuck. He wants to. He wants to devour you in every possible way.
But he felt the tension on your shoulders, the real fear in your voice.
- No. - He replied, his voice hoarse, moving his fingers inside you with a slow possessiveness. - Not the way you imagine.
"C-What do you mean?" Kalego laid you on the couch, putting a cushion under your lumbar while kneeling on the floor and put his legs on the shoulder of it
"Who cares if you are human or a succubus." He hugged her thighs "today was the last drop of water, I was - am- willing to cross the any lines" he laid a kiss inside your right thigh, looking at you with eyes shining with lust
You opened your mouth in shock. 'Whoa there! So regardless of everything, I was going to be fucked by him today?! Crazy dog! Mad dog!'
He smiled "do you have poor hearing or were you crying when I said you were going crazy?!"
'I said it out loud!'
Kalego caused chills when he slipped his tongue to your lower lips, sucked your lower lips, shivers ran down your back.
"I was climbing the walls, that was the desire to have you" He spoke licking your clitoris repeatedly, like a dog drinking water. He began to make slow movements on the big lips and decreasing the size in the small ones, drawing a pattern never done before in you.
"Ka-lehh-go!" You pulled the devil’s head.
"Silence." He spoke angrily of being pulled from where he wanted to be with his face buried.
Kalego was trembling, pounding one while licking your intimacy from top to bottom, which was incredibly wet. "All this for me." He spoke by kissing her clitoris, nibbling the other thigh
"Ah! Kalego! please."
"Please what y/n?"
You pushed the head of the teacher "me .... makes me cum. Now." You speak in an authoritarian tone with the same, wet it was a plea nonetheless. He liked when you ordered him around like that.
You felt the orgasm coming down from your stomach with an overwhelming force, and kalego licked for fear of wasting a drop.
Your body was soft, limbs trembling after orgasm, ass is burning,spine aching, and legs are noodles. And the damn dog was far from satisfied
Kalego put your legs on the floor and sat down on the couch, taking off the rest of his clothes, now naked, he put you on his lap, giving kisses on his lap, giving kisses. He turned you to the door, lifting your legs and settling you on top of his dick.
“You know what to do, if you don’t want me teasing you till your head it empty.” You took the tip of him member and moved closer to your entrance.
He told you to brace yourself, you held onto his neck, watching together the sex of you meeting, the head of the member sliding inside without resistance, the outline appearing in your stomach.
“Aah.” You moaned shameless, feeling him cock entering you unapologetically
Kalego could not speak anything, just observe as if it was in the third person, his member sliding down and up, her breasts following the movement of gravity too.
'Naughty Dog! Was that what you wanted?' He trembled, feeling his eyes burn from ignoring the need to blink in fear in missing the scene
He bit your neck again, raising his hip repeatedly. "Aah."
'What a cute noise' he thought hearing your moans 'make me want' - k-ka-ah-le-go - your voice failed the deep thrusts
'Keeps moaning to me' he licked his lips
You were with the head clouded by pleasure, the hot body of the devil glued to yours, his cock finding the point that was making you see stars.
"Ahh! N-no!" His right hand let go of your chin to play with your sex, sliding his thumb down.
"Shhh!" He bit your ear
"Kah-le Huh!" You wept
"He keeps moaning my name." He spoke in a deep voice.
"Your m-hand."
"More?" He slipped now all the fingers on his clitoris "like this?"
"AHHH!!" He started rolling his fingers around the clitoris
"Ah. You devil! Woe! No! So na-ahn " You began to speak in your native language, struggling against it, jumping the more he played "cachorro safado!"
You thought he wasn’t understanding you, but he was. Your cries was feeding the same ego of "Yes, I am a devil dear." He whispered, "And judging by the way you’re squeezing me... I think you like it just that way." It should be illegal being this hot.
"Mierda! Fuck!" You started jumping in the lap of it, restless, panting, your orgasm was coming with force, bending your vision. Geez
Kalego teared up, feeling your ass hit against his groin hard. "If you keep doing that I won’t last." He warned you panting and with those little dog eyes, with dilated pupils is an innocent expression on the face
"O-stop looking at me like that!" You closed your eyes for a moment
"Like what ?" He rested his chin on your shoulder confused
"Like... Lik... - you barked when it moved inside of you slowly. - cute."
"What?" - His tone dropped an octave. Dangerous.
" You’re looking at me like a... a puppy begging for attention. - The words came out before you could stop it. - Like a stuffed animal. It’s... adorable.
"I? Adorable?" -
"Kalego, I don’t... ah!"
He stuck deep, without warning, making his back bow.
— I am a Demon Rank 8! - He growled, biting the sensitive skin of his shoulder, punishing you for the audacity. - I am the Watchdog! - He increased the rhythm, turning the act into something much more possessive and wild, determined to prove that there was nothing "cute" in it.
- Repeat! - He ordered, the breath beating hot on his face, the eyes now shining with that predatory malice. -
Your vision darkened, kalego was stocking up very strong, the rhythm don’t matter, you were feeling the member of the same pulsing, as well as its walls.
Seeing the kalego like that is very hot . All this anger directing to his poor little flower
"You’re - moan - cute."
"Damn!" He grabbed your waist and started bringing you to him "I’ll show you who’s cute."
You gave a slight scream feeling the liquid in the neck of your uterus burning, it was hot and dense, the ass of the same contracted, pushing hard until the last drop, while you convulsed on his cock.
“Fuck.” He cursed hugging you tightly “I can’t get enough of you.” He squeezed your breast
'Fuck! It really happened! I fucked my son’s teacher. (Idk yet if I’ll make her an adoptive mother or just a friend of Balam.)’ you groaned
Blink and you’ll miss how he manhandled you into a doggy position
You felt delirious, the thrusts were making so much noise, and kalego couldn’t be bother anymore. He was fucking you like he life depended on.
Kalego gave you a kiss at the end, a gentle one now, as if it was a consolation for having fucked you this hard.
From cuddling on the couch, he slipped his cock out, it was wet but now soft, the whole body of the devil was reddish.
Kalego used magic to clean your bodies, but he could not mask his smell on you and you on it. 'Fuck it now. Let everyone know.' His dog was happy to be able to mark territory
'Now what do I say??!! I rushed into it without even thinking right' he wanted to hit his head on the wall 'I hit her like I was disciplining a child' his face burned with shame 'his dog is mad!'
"Y/n." He called it
Yes m kalego?" You jumped looking at him
He sighed and knelt, putting his head on the ground, the wings of the same appearing. (It was the greatest sign that a demon was repentant, offering the base of its wings) "I beg forgiveness for my behavior. I moved on you without thinking, or considering your feelings."
You looked at him ‘I liked the sex tho. It’s been i while since I slept with a man.’
"You won’t turn me in, will you?"
He should, but knowing the risk that you can run in the hands of the underworld patrol, in the hands of his brother - sigh. - "No."
You breathed a sigh of relief. Opera and Balam startled you by telling you all the possible scenarios that could occur if you were caught.
"So I think we’re okay."
You would not imagine that he would be so good at sex, considering his very sweet personality. Besides, looks like your smell it’s what made him like this, you had no idea it was so powerful.
"You, you accept?" He spoke incredulous
"You can’t go back. It was quite humiliating to get spanked at my age, especially for a reason that I had no control, but it was. And you apologized."
"Aren’t you angry?"
"Errgh... more shocked than angered now. I didn’t think you, of all the demons, would jump on me."
"I am so sorry for that."
'I don’t know what to say now!!' You freaked out inside
"Something else." You caught the attention of the older one who was red "what are the chances of pregnancy in the underworld?"
BOOM
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They didn’t use protection. Kalego felt a headache forming "normal. We don’t exactly have fertility problems."
"... you can prevent pregnancy, right?"
"Yes. We can go to the pharmacy and buy one for you."
"That’s a … relief!"
Indeed, he can’t imagine having to explain to his family why he had a child with demon with unknown rank. Even more if the child came out mixed! Wait can their genes even mix? No. No. Don’t think about.
You walked side by side through the shopping streets of the Underworld, keeping a "safe" distance of thirty centimeters.
Kalego could not look at you. He looked forward, jaw locked, hands in pockets closed in fists.
His mind was in absolute chaos.
'What are we?' he wondered, glancing at the top of his head.
Were they enemies?
No. Enemies try to destroy themselves.
Were they rivals?
No. You never competed with him.
Were they... friends?
Definitely not. He snarled at you. He avoided being in the same room.
'It was a relationship of dog and cat,' he realized with a bitter taste in his mouth.
In his head, he was fighting a territorial war. He saw it as a threat. so he barked, showed his teeth and marked territory.
But you?
You always said "Good morning, Kalego-sensei" with a smile.
You offered tea when he was stressed (and he refused).
You were polite. Friendly. Professional.
And how did he repay this education?
He threw you on a couch and used you to satisfy that hunger.
'I am a barbarian,' he thought, shame burning his ears. 'She was kind, and I was a brute. I skipped all the steps of courtship, respect and verbal consent.' The pharmacy chosen by him was not any corner. It was a high-standard establishment, frequented by nobility, where discretion cost more expensive than medicines.
The door bell rang softly. The room was cold, smelling of sterile herbs and clinical magic.
The attendant, a tall, skinny demon in glasses, recognized Kalego’s aura immediately. He didn’t make jokes. He didn’t smile maliciously. He became pale and bent at an angle of ninety degrees.
-Lord Naberius. - The attendant’s voice was a respectful whisper. - What can I serve?
Kalego walked to the counter. He did not need to threaten. His presence already shouted "If you ask a personal question, your store turns to ash".
— I need a fertility regulator. Immediate action. - Kalego spoke low, clinical and cold tone, although inside he was dying. - For a... delicate physiology".
The attendant, professional trained to handle the secrets of the elite, just nodded. He did not look at you. He knew that to look at the companion of a Naberius in such a situation was asking to lose his eyes.
- Understood, sir. I have the formulation of House Astaroth. It is mild, no mana side effects.
The attendant placed a small black velvet box on the counter and entered the value in the cashier.
Kalego paid. The silence was absolute.
- Thank you”
Kalego stopped in a less crowded area and held out the velvet box to you. He couldn’t look you in the eye. He looked at your shoulder.
- Take. - His voice sounded strange. Without the aggressiveness of before, just... tired and awkward. - That should solve.
You took the box.
- Thank you, Kalego.
There was an awkward silence. You were calm (after all, problem solved), but he seemed to be having an internal breakdown. He opened and closed his mouth, the ears low, the tail (if it was visible) would be between the legs.
- Y/n... - He called, finally looking at you. His expression was of someone who did not know where to put his hands.
- Yes?
- I... - He stuck.
He wanted to ask, "Do you hate me?"
He wanted to say, "I’m not always like this."
He wanted to explain: "I thought you were a danger, so I treated you badly, but now I see that the danger was me."
But all that came out was:
- Are you cold?
You blinked, surprised at the change of topic. You were without a coat, and the night in the Underworld was cold.
- A little bit.
Kalego took the jacket he was wearing. He placed it on your shoulders with excessive care, almost as if you were glass, avoiding touching your skin unnecessarily.
- Keep it. - He grumbled, crossing his arms to warm up (or protect himself emotionally). - I take you to the door of your house.
The silent walk was becoming unbearable for Kalego. Each step echoed shame and confusion. Also, walking on the street with you meant exposing you to more looks, more demons smelling him in you.
He stopped abruptly.
-This will take too long. - He grumbled.
Before you could ask "What?" Kalego bent down and passed one arm behind his knees and another behind his back. With a unique and fluid movement, he raised you in style bride.
- K-Kalego?!
-Hold on. - He ordered.
A pair of black wings, huge and majestic, tore the back of his shirt (or magically appeared, if he is dressed as a teacher). With a powerful kick of the legs, he shot into the sky.
The ground moved away vertiginously.
— Ah! - You shouted, burying your face in his chest and gripping his shirt tightly, the knuckles turning white. The feeling of gravity disappearing was terrifying.
Kalego climbed up to reach the air currents above the roofs of Babyls. He flew with an absolute stability, without bumps. He was strong, solid and warm against the cold wind of night.
Feeling that he was not going to drop you, you opened your eyes slowly.
The view . Purple and orange lights of the Underworld shone down there like jewels. The wind hit your face, but the aura of Kalego created a subtle barrier that protected you from the worst cold.
- Wow... - You whispered, relaxing the grip in his shirt and looking around. - It must be nice to fly free like that.
Kalego looked forward, the face stoic, focused on navigation.
- ... It’s convenient. - He replied, dry. For him, it was just a means of transportation. Basic biology.
You laughed at his pragmatic response.
-I guess. To me, it seems like a dream.
He looked down. The sound of his laugh, so close to his ear, caught his attention.
You were smiling at the horizon, your face illuminated by the demonic moon. Your lips were half-open.
Kalego focused in the mouth.
Perfect teeth. White. Aligned.
But... straight.
Without the sharp fangs that he saw in all demons. Without the tips made to tear raw meat. They were "blind" teeth, made for soft things.
Involuntarily, Kalego passed the tongue on his own long and sharp fangs inside the closed mouth.
Wow.
Memory hit him like a physical punch.
Those teeth "without tip"... he remembered exactly how they felt hours ago. How they rubbed into his skin without cutting. Of the softness of that mouth which was not made to bite, but which devoured him nevertheless.
The image of you, panting, with that human and "harmless" mouth doing unspeakable things with it, flooded his brain in 4K.
Kalego’s heart missed a beat.
His right wing missed the rhythm.
You fell half a meter into the air before he regained control, flapping your wings with excessive force to compensate.
- Kalego?! - You got scared, squeezing his neck. - All right?
- Side wind. - He lied, his voice strangled, his face burning in a color that fortunately the night hid.
He looked forward, refusing to look at his mouth again. The cold sweat went down his spine.
I need a spiritual retreat,' he thought, in absolute panic. 'I need to isolate myself in a mountain, meditate under an ice waterfall and purify my mind. '
He squeezed you against the chest, flying faster towards your house.
'This woman...' he thought, feeling the sweet smell and softness of her body in his arms. 'It will haunt my mind indefinitely. I’m screwed.' Kalego descended vertically, landing in the front garden of his house with the lightness of a feather, despite the speed. He put her on the ground gently but retracted his arms quickly, as if you were on fire.
Another strange silence hovered. The night wind rocked the trees.
- Thanks for the ride? - You tried to break the ice, adjusting the clothes crumpled by the wind. - And... for today.
Kalego widened his eyes. Before you could finish the sentence, his hand flew to cover your mouth. The leather glove muffled your words.
— We did not speak of today. - He whispered, desperate. He was not ordering; he was begging. The violet eyes begged for mercy. - Please. I can’t take it anymore.
He took his hand slowly, covering his own face with both hands, releasing a long and muffled groan of existential suffering. He looked like a statue of defeat.
You looked at that mighty demon, the terror of Babyls, acting like a dramatic teenager. You couldn’t hold on. The air escaped through the nose. The beginning of a laugh.
Kalego lowered his hands instantly, narrow eyes. - Did you just laugh?
- Sorry! Escaped. - You put your hand in the mouth, trying (and failing) to get serious.
- Do you find my suffering funny? - He asked, offended.
n-no! It’s just that... I’ve never seen you so...
You Can say it . - He sighed, resigned, shoulders falling. - Pathetic? Out of control?
Human. - You corrected mentally, but said aloud: - Shaken.
He looked away, kicking an invisible pebble.
- I lost control. It’s unacceptable.
You looked at him. He seemed so... defeated. So in need of comfort. His image overcame the memory of his pet in the human world, that big and angry dog who turned into butter when he did stupid things. How I miss you. Without thinking, moved by the instinct of pet owner, you stretched your hand and landed on top of his head, between the pointed ears.
You caressed. A gentle stroking, scratching the root of the hair.
Kalego has frozen. But his body does not. Behind him, the black tail with the tip of hair tufts ...
- V-you! - He stammered, pointing at you. - Are you caressing me?! Like on a pet?!
You were with a face of fear, realizing the error. But his eyes went to his tail, which stopped waving instantly, trying to feign dementia.
Do you think that’s funny?! - He looked down with maximum reprobation, straightening his hair where you touched it, trying to regain dignity. - I am a demon, Y/n!
“I know.”
“You clearly do not recognize the danger I pose.”
“Shut up!” You commanded him
“Listen, you’re clearly shaken by everything that happened, and regret what you did, you’re uncomfortable Im human.”
-No. - The response was quick, an instinctive shot.
- Listen, I won’t judge you if you feel disgusted by... Before you could finish the sentence, Kalego advanced. He was not gentle. He grabbed your hands tightly, pulling them against his chest, forcing you to feel his heart beating like a hammer against his ribs.
- I have no disgust of you! - He hissed, his voice vibrating with intensity, his violet eyes burning in yours. - I have disgust of myself.
You stopped, surprised by his vehemence.
“Why?”
“ Because it did not matter what you were... - His voice failed, getting lower, hoarse. His face, already blushed, became of a dark violet tone. He turned his gaze to her lips, then to her eyes, tortured. - Succubus, human, monster... I didn’t care. I wanted... —He could not finish the sentence, shame locking his throat.
“Are you angry because you wanted to have sex and did?” - You asked, trying to understand his logic.
“ By the way it happened! “- He let go of his hands to gesticulate, frustrated. - No courtship! No clear permission! I acted like a hungry animal! — He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but failing miserably.
It doesn’t matter what race you are... - He took a step forward, cornering you against the tree in his garden, but without touching you. Just surrounding. - This did not diminish the desire. On the contrary. It terrifies me, Y/n.
— Because you are fragile. - He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. - And even though you break easily, even though it’s forbidden... the only thing I can think of is to lock you in my room and make sure no one else gets that smell. — He opened his eyes. There was no more anger, just a brutal honesty.
“ I’m not sorry I wanted you. I’m sorry I didn’t do it right. I didn’t give you the chance to choose.”
- Kalego... - You put your hand on his face. - “I it’s okay. I enjoyed, I didn’t fight it.”
Well you were frozen in shock watching as kalego turned into a feral thing before your eyes. You were mesmerized and terrified of that transformation, never seeing something like that.
And when he confessed he wanted you, it got your knees weak, the only thing stopping you was the fear of your secret being exposed to the guard dog.
“You didn’t have a chance.”- He replied.
Hoe, I punched you. You’re lucky I didn’t had my dagger with me. — As you were about to give him a piece of mind
—But now you do. — He looked deep into your eyes.
“ I’m a demon, Y/n. I’m jealous, territorial and apparently have self-control problems near you. And now I know your secret. - He paused, swallowing dry. — So if you want me to go away... if you want me to pretend we’re just colleagues... order me now. - His voice
Kalego was stiff, ready to argue, ready to list a thousand security reasons for which he should stay. He expected fear, gratitude or even cold rejection.
He did not expect the smile you gave. A smile of singing, slow and dangerously seductive.
- Kalego? - You whispered, stepping into his personal space instead of backing away. - Do you like me?
He opened his mouth, surprised by the direct question.
- Or... - You continued, your voice lowering to a velvety tone. - Are you just feeling guilty for having stayed with the "defenseless human"?
You didn’t expect an answer. You slid your arms around his neck, the body gluing into it with a familiarity that made him lock. His nails, short but firm, traced a slow line through his tensed jaw, rising up to the chin.
Kalego shuddered. The touch was light, but it seemed electric.
- You are really very adorable when you try to play the hero - you provoked, eyes shining with fun.
- I have already said that I am not... - He tried to growl, but came out weak.
- Shhh. - You put your finger on his lips. - Hush now, Kalego.
He obeyed. Not because he wanted to, but because he was hypnotized by the change in his posture.
— Listen well - you said, looking deep into the violet eyes. - I fell here by mistake, yes. But I was welcomed. I have been living a quiet and functional life. So protection is not something I need. You leaned over, your lips brushing his ear, the voice laden with a dangerous promise.
- I’m not just a prey, Kalego. I also know to bite.
He released a sound choked with surprise when his hands went down his back and, with surgical precision, brushed the base of the wings. Kalego’s knee gave way. It was a possessive, knowledgeable touch.
You walked away just long enough to look at his face, now blushed and stunned.
- I’m an adult - you said, adjusting the collar of his shirt with a final tap. - I take responsibility for my actions, love. Now go home - you ordered softly, turning the key in the door. - Before I decide to test if you can obey as well as you can bark.
With a firm pull, he tried to bring it against his chest, seeking to dominate it with brute force and regain control of the situation.
But you did not resist. You flowed.
Letting yourself pull, you turned on your toes, sliding to the side and passing under his arm as if they were in the middle of a dangerous tango. The maneuver caught him off guard, using his own strength to position it exactly where you wanted it.
“ True.”- You whispered near his ear, now positioned next to him, with your hand on his back. —“ We did much more than play fighting. The puppy was very naughty.”
Kalego turned his head, the violet eyes flashing with provocation. He pointed to his neck, where the collar of the shirt was slightly apart, revealing the marked skin.
“You tasted my bite, and you ask for more?”- He smiled, a crooked and smug smile.
Instead of backing, you pulled the lapels of his jacket hard. Using his momentary imbalance and his firm base, you glued your chest to his and in a bold movement tilted it back - an inverted dance dip.
Kalego’s eyes widened.
“ you have not yet known my bite.” - You whispered, the face centimeters from his, looking at him from above.
- You! - He poked, his hands holding your waist by reflex not to fall
You didn’t let him get up. You kept the tension, your eyes fixed on his, serious and seductive.
“Humans and demons... - You started, your voice low and hoarse. - We are different sides of the same coin, Kalego.”
You slipped a hand from his collar to the nape of his neck, holding his black hair, forcing him to keep eye contact.
“We are greedy. Shameless. Cunning. And ambitious.” - You have listed the "sins," bringing your lips closer to his to each word, but not touching. - “Do you think I am a helpless prey just because I have no claws? My kind conquered the world without magic, only with hunger to have.”
Kalego’s breathing was erratic. The indignation of being physically maneuvered was quickly replaced by overwhelming excitement. The smell of your confidence was more intoxicating than any perfume.
He could not stand the provocation. The "hunger" you described shone in his eyes.
With a sudden force, he firmed his feet and reversed gravity, straightening the body and bringing you along, eliminating the last millimeter away.
He did not ask for permission. He did not warn.
He stole the kiss. It was a hungry, possessive kiss, a direct response to his challenge. He kissed as if to prove that, no matter how cunning or greedy you were, he was still the devil who could consume you.
And you did not back down.
His hands went up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, opening his lips to let him in, returning the bite with the same intensity. There, on the threshold of the door, under the moon of the Underworld, there was no more predator and prey. There were only two greedy creatures, disputing who devoured whom first.
When he finally walked away, panting, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with desire, he growled against his mouth:
“naughty little thing... I’ll show you what happens when you try to defy a Watchdog.”
a routine wellness check on NABERIUS KALEGO during his evil cycle quickly spirals into an afternoon neither of you will ever be able to explain — especially after another coworker of yours walks in at precisely the wrong moment.
ⓘ starring 、evil cycle.naberius kalego x babyls teacher.reader
ⓘ content warnings 、spoilers up to chapter 319, likely ooc kalego (even his evil cycle can't justify this one atp lmao)
ⓘ production note 、reader's a demon, childhood friends trope, pre-established relationship, can be read as either romantic or platonic (tho it noticeably leans toward the former) & kalego misses you but he'd rather die than admit it
ⓘ script length 、~ 2,256
“kalego—”
“don't.”
“but look—”
“do not.”
a soft sigh nonetheless slips past your lips, your gaze wandering across the room its occupant currently calls home.
to describe it as a bedroom would be . . . exceedingly generous.
it bears far greater resemblance to the forsaken chamber of some long-abandoned estate, where neglect violence have long since taken root. deep claw-like gouges rake across the walls in uneven trails, while shattered furniture lies strewn about as if something had reduced it to splinters in a fit of blind fury.
what little remains of the curtains hangs in ragged strips from their rods, mercilessly torn apart until only frayed tatters continue to sway in the stagnant air. broken wood, shattered ornaments, and scattered debris litter every corner, leaving scarcely a single surface untouched by whatever calamity seems determined to revisit this room time and time again.
. . . that's the poetic way of putting it. to be perfectly frank, however — kalego is currently in his evil cycle. and, evidently, rather upset.
the evil cycle of the naberius bloodline is said to be extraordinarily rare. according to kalego himself, some members of his own family have gone their entire lives without experiencing it even once — which only makes the current situation all the more concerning.
you suppose whatever transpired during the deviculum or something like that truly managed to get under his skin. after attending that gathering of demon nobility, kalego returned carrying an amount of stress and pressure you had never quite seen before — for reasons you have yet to piece together yourself.
whatever the cause, it eventually proved enough to drag him into his wicked phase, forcing him to take a temporary leave from his duties at babyls.
which, naturally, is why you're here — just a quick visit; a simple wellness check on your childhood friend, as routine as any of the others you've done before — nothing more and nothing less.
. . . the only issue being that it was supposed to remain quick.
“kalego, i'm serious. listen—”
your earnest attempt is answered by little more than a low grumble. or perhaps something closer to a hiss.
it isn't that you're trying to close the distance between the two of you in some misguided attempt at comforting him; the truth is — there isn't any distance left to close.
if anything, there is far less than what most demons would consider appropriate.
because you're currently being hugged. or, more accurately — held captive.
the ever-stern, ever-intimidating naberius kalego; the guard dog of babyls; one of the academy's most fearsome instructors—
—is hugging you.
truthfully, even entertaining the sentence sounds absurd — and yet reality has already decided to prove otherwise. the sheer absurdity of it almost has you convinced this must be some particularly vivid dream, one from which a good hard pinch ought to awaken you.
that is, if kalego's claws weren't already doing a convincing job.
they dig ever so slightly deeper each time you attempt to wriggle free — not enough to break skin, merely enough to remind you that escape is, for the time being, decidedly out of the question. maybe even in his current state, some corner of his mind still refuses to let your uniform — or your person — share the same unfortunate fate as the floorboards and furniture scattered throughout the room.
knowing words are unlikely to get through to him in his current state, you gradually abandon your rather futile attempts to wriggle free and simply settle where you are.
with only the slightest tilt of your head and the smallest shift of your posture, you make yourself as still as possible, careful not to startle him. by some means or other, you can't shake the feeling that merely witnessing him like this — especially you of all people — is already pushing the limits of what his pride can tolerate. maybe such awareness is simply the byproduct of spending years walking beside him.
and so, you wait.
long enough for silence to descend upon the room and comfortably curl up between the two of you. if left unattended for much longer, you're fairly certain it'd start paying rent.
despite the dull ache recurrently blooming on your back from being pressed against the hard-surface sofa, along with the all-too-familiar complaint from your neck, you still remain exactly where you are.
you cautiously clears your throat.
". . . feeling any better?"
"yes."
". . . can you—. ." your fingers twitch faintly against his sleeve as you attempt a tentative shift, only to stop midway. "—move a little?"
all that consideration on your part is met with nothing but a familiar, dreadful silence — then again, that much hardly comes as a surprise.
words have never been kalego's preferred means of expression — let alone now, when even his composure has been thrown into disarray by his wicked phase. if his mouth remains stubbornly shut, however, his actions are anything but.
the vice-like grip that had kept you caged so fiercely — like some instinctive part of him feared you might simply vanish the moment he loosened his hold — gradually relents, albeit with visible reluctance.
just narrowly enough for the crushing pressure threatening your ribs to ease by a mere fraction. enough for the talons that had stubbornly dug into the fabric of your uniform to finally withdraw — though not nearly enough to be mistaken for actually letting go.
". . thank you."
you experimentally straighten your back.
as someone who has somehow accomplished what most demons would deem outright impossible — befriending the guard dog of babyls, to borrow iruma's rather fitting description — you've spent more than enough years at kalego's side to recognize when something is genuinely amiss. checking in on him every now and then has simply become second nature; especially now, when he's clearly suffering under the effects of his evil cycle.
even so, you can't honestly say you yourself ever anticipated this.
if anything, this alone speaks volumes about just how severely his wicked phase has taken hold.
unfortunately, regardless of how much you wish to remain here — whether to care for him properly or simply keep him company until he calms down — you are still, first and foremost, a teacher at babyls.
and teachers, regrettably, do not possess the luxury of an endless schedule.
truth be told, you've already slipped away in the middle of your shift just to check on him. and you have the distinct feeling kalego is fully aware of that fact — which only makes his current behavior all the more contradictory.
". . . as much as i'd like to stay with you," you begin cautiously, each word chosen with the same care one might exercise when approaching an injured animal liable to bare its fangs at the slightest wrong move. "you know i'm still on duty, don't you?"
"i can't just disappear for the rest of the day without telling anyone."
"that doesn't mean i can't stay with you," you murmur, voice mellowing of its own accord. "i can always request a leave of absence. the earliest they'd approve it, though, would probably be tomorrow."
"either way, i have to head back first. i still need to ask for permission, seeing as i don't even have my phone with me. if you really want me to stay with—"
"quit talking."
the demand comes barely above a mutter, muffled against your shoulder.
". . ."
". . ."
the words you had been about to say gather at the very tip of your tongue, only to wither there before they are ever given the chance to escape. whatever retort, persuasion, or compromise you had hoped to cobble together suddenly no longer feels worth uttering. not when he looks this miserable.
with a half‑hearted puff, your eyelids drift shut for the briefest of moments.
there it is. complete, undeniable surrender.
every attempt to coax yourself free has, for all intents and purposes, sunk without so much as leaving a ripple behind. if you can't pry yourself out of his embrace, then perhaps the only remaining hope lies with another close coworker of yours — balam shichiro.
if memory serves, he'd also been asked to drop by with kalego's medication. unless he'd already come and gone before your arrival, there's still a chance salvation might walk through that very door sooner rather than later. and even if he had already finished delivering it, you're fairly certain the koala currently clinging to you won't be keeping his captive forever.
hopefully.
so until then, you suppose there's little harm in making the situation a touch more bearable — for both of you.
with that thought in mind, you cautiously ease one arm free from the confines of kalego's embrace, moving with painstaking care as if even the slightest misstep might shatter the fragile calm he'd finally settled into. once liberated, your hand slowly rises toward his back, stopping only a few inches away, suspended in the air to test waters whose depth you can't yet discern.
one of kalego's pointed ears gives a faint twitch. a low, almost inaudible rumble escapes him — not quite a growl, yet not entirely unlike one either.
. . . you decide to interpret that as permission — only then does your palm finally settle against his back.
the first pat is hesitant, feather-light — little more than an experimental touch. then comes another, and another after that — your hand gradually falling into a slow, unhurried rhythm as it gently travels up and down between his shoulder blades.
from the way the tension in his shoulders eases — if only by the slightest margin beneath your palm — perhaps you're doing something right after all.
"you know," emboldened by what you deem to be a sufficiently comfortable stretch of silence, you begin. "you don't actually have to pounce on me like some starving beast as a greeting next time if all you wanted was a hug."
"you could always just admit you missed me and i'd be more than happ—"
they don't pierce your clothes, nor do they so much as scratch your skin, but the unmistakable pressure of his talons digging into your side is more than enough to make you jolt.
"alright, alright—!" a startled yelp escapes before you can stop it. "owch— it was just a joke, that's all."
"will you ever learn to keep your mouth shut?"
". . yessir."
with all the dignity you can salvage, you awkwardly sink back against the sofa's unforgiving cushions, letting your body go limp against both the furniture and the apparently immovable demon attached to your side.
before your mind is even aware of it, sleep has already claimed you as swiftly as the blink of an eye. the rigid sofa at your side proves far from the most comfortable place to drift off, yet exhaustion wins regardless, pulling you into unconsciousness before you can so much as protest.
somewhere amidst that hazy slumber, you vaguely register the faint sound of a door easing open.
bleary-eyed, you slowly pry your eyes open — only for the dreadful, no less humiliating realization to strike you square in the face.
balam is here.
and, judging by the small, ever-so-understanding nod he offers upon noticing the two of you occupying the very same sofa — resting well within one another's personal space in what could only be described as a rather intimate position — he has already reached whatever conclusion his wonderfully imaginative mind has decided upon.
before you can utter a single word to defense your little dignity left, he quietly places the medicine onto the coffee table.
". . . it seems kalego‑kun is well cared for, then. i’m relieved.”
with that, he offers another gentle, closed-eyed expression — the unmistakable air of subtle delight radiating from him despite the mask concealing whatever smile surely lies beneath it — before politely excusing himself.
"s-shichiro, wait—!"
your voice rises on instinct, only to falter midway through as you simultaneously realize kalego has, at some point, also drifted off beside you.
". . . i can explain! it's not what you think it is!"
unfortunately, by the time the words leave your mouth, balam has already slipped beyond the doorway — perhaps a little too quickly. or, rather, deliberately.
after all, as the self-appointed captain of a certain ship that had long since set sail, one can hardly blame him for choosing not to interrupt what he almost certainly believes to be a long-awaited breakthrough between the two of you.
". . ."
somehow, you have the terrible feeling this perfectly innocent wellness check is about to snowball into an astonishing number of misunderstandings.
and, knowing balam . . .
by tomorrow morning, that ship will have reached every dock in babyls.
DIRECTOR'S COMMENTARY ──────── ✦ is it just me or does kalego look even more put together in chapter 319 than when he's not in his evil cycle . . either way i just know he's a big fat ahh yearner. like bro will spend the entire day thinking about you and then act like your existence is a mild inconvenience the moment you show up gsyadickj (and supportive sweetheart balam yayyaa)
Wow, over 100 likes?! I need to start dishing out more content! Thank you all so much! I promise to update my Muzan au next.
Coaxing the human reminded Balam of trying to calm a raging hellcat. Except this hellcat was armed with a new spear and one of its old ones was currently stuck in his shoulder. If he were smart he would retreat; if he were any other demon he would simply eat the human and her child and be done with it. But Balam was a researcher and a human fanatic. Pain be damned, he was going to help this human and learn everything he could from her.
He moved slowly, trying to scare the human. Slowly moving closer to the cowering mother and the crying baby. The female human brandished her spear, but it was hesitant. Like she wasn’t sure if she should be attacking him. Perhaps saving her life had caused her to trust him more.
[name] was torn. On one hand, every muscle in her body was yelling at her to stab him… again. One the other, she almost trusted him. Not just because he had very well saved her and Iruma’s lives, but because the look in his eyes felt so sincere. Slowly, she lowered her spear. However she still kept her body between the bird-man and Iruma.
Balam’s eyes widened as the human lowered her weapon.
Slowly [name] stood, holding Iruma protectively. At the very least, she should thank her savoir… right. So she bowed. Bending her waist to show her gratitude towards the bird-man. “Thank you.”
Balam stared in shock as the human submitted and spoke to him. Sure, there was the very likely possibility that the cultural differences between humans and demons made it so they were giving/receiving different messages. And sure he couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying. However it still shocked him. The human had almost entirely lowered her guard. If not for the fact she still held her young protectively against her chest, he would have assumed she trusted him completely.
Balam made his way towards the human carefully. She lifted her head as he approached and tensed. Balam slowed his walk so as to not startle the human. However she didn’t run, despite her guard being up. Once he was right in front of her, he held out his hand for her. Hoping she would take the gesture of goodwill.
The bird-man was in front of her now. Great. She really, really hoped he hadn’t gotten closer to eat her and Iruma. But he was extending a hand to her. Was he trying to greet her? She offered her own hand out, if only out of habit, when she took note of the spear she planted in his shoulder. [name] couldn’t help but wince. He had tried to help her and she had repaid him by stabbing the man. She bowed again, this time in apology, her cheeks flushed with shame.
And she was bowing again. She was staring at the spear a moment ago, perhaps she felt guilty for stabbing him? The human had no reason too, since she was only protecting herself and her young. But it seemed like the most likely possibility. Balam slowly raised his hand, taking the spear and carefully removing it from his shoulder. Medically, it wasn’t recommended, but in this instance it seemed necessary.
[name] stared in horror as the bird man pulled the spear out of his shoulder. A stream of blood ran from the freshly made wound. Subconscious taking over, [name] rushed towards the bird man to stop the bleeding. The bird man made what sounded like a startled noise as she shifted Iruma into one arm so she could use her other hand to apply pressure to the injury. However, what the two didn’t know was that [name] had a small cut on that hand that had re-opened during the scuffle. As her human blood touched the creature’s wound; the injury miraculously closed.
Balam stared at his now healed shoulder. Then at the human in front of him. She still clutched her baby defensively, but now she was more shocked than frightened. Seemed neither of them expected that to happen. The only question was… what now?
Y/N accidentally summons him in her room...while he’s in the middle of important work at Babyls and he just vanishes.
Cut to Sullivan’s mansion—
he appears (in the fluffy form) already annoyed , while Y/N is apologizing over and over:
“S-SORRY, SENSEI—!”
(she apologized fourteen times. he counted. Deadpan)
The moment she releases the summoning, the atmosphere somehow gets even worse…Kalego, now back in his normal form, steps closer...backing her onto the bed with a quiet, controlled expression but something dangerous lurking beneath it.
“…I told you a familiar only listens to their master when summoned, didn’t I?”
summary: kalego needs to mark you to show who you belong to
content: marking, biting, possessive!kalego, straddling, hickies, fem!reader, soft kalego because he loves reader
note: this is short
you don’t know where or how it started but a few days after the gathering of the demons at a party one night, you feel like kalego is about to enter his evil cycle. you were only able to approach him after his work at your shared home.
once he arrived, you immediately pulled your lover into the sofa, straddling him.
”alright. tell me what’s wrong with you.”
kalego sighed. he knew that you’d sooner question him for his actions lately.
”i’m just mad, darling.” he began explaining. “those damn demons were eyeing you lustfully as if you’re theirs.”
your eyes softened. you knew that kalego had that possessive streak because of his nature. “what do you need?”
“you.”
you adore your lover, kalego. you truly do. however, there were times you hated him. it was one of those days wherein you were just letting your dear lover mark you up literally everywhere because he needs you and had no choice on the matter. he also had the need to do so because of his carnal desires that were impossible to ignore.
so here you are right now, straddling his waist and he is sitting comfortably on the sofa. your shirt was long discarded somewhere on the floor of the living room and your chest bare against him.
it was a good thing that your hair is tied up so it won’t get in the way. but honestly? you just don’t want kalego pulling your hair.
kalego busied himself in sucking and kissing your collarbone, your neck, and your shoulder. you were clinging to him like a koala and trying your best not to grind your hips against his.
you yelped when he suddenly sank his fangs on your shoulder, followed by a long moan of pleasure mixed with pain.
”k-kalego!” you whimpered. “i can’t cover that up!”
kalego paid you no mind and continued sucking your blood and eventually retreated his fangs, now licking the wound on your shoulder.
“don’t cover up my hard work, darling,” he replied calmly after kissing your shoulder. he looks up to you and pulled your head down, claiming your lips hungrily. after all those markings that are now proudly bruised everywhere from your neck to your collarbone, he’s now attacking your lips.
kalego shows on mercy, not letting you breathe just for a second. his one hand is on your nape and the other is on your back, his nails digging into the flesh of your skin.
you eventually broke the kiss first because you were running out of breath. you were looking at him with doe eyes as you finally caught your breath and he grinned. “you little seductress, lusting for me with such eyes,” he whispered as he caressed your cheek.
”i can’t help it,” you answer. “you’re a beautiful man, kalego. i am lucky to have you.”
kalego softened his eyes and rested his head on your chest. “as am i, my beloved.”
”but i hate you for marking me on my whole chest! how am i supposed to go to work?” you whined. “it’s too hot to wear a turtleneck!”
kalego did not answer you because he had a smug grin on his face. he just kissed your breast and held you close to him.
(KimKimbap's "A Demon's Melody" on AO3 really helped give me the drive to create something again so thank you ++ ywam by hakeism heavily guided me in character & story idea)
i have a fic idea for a mairuma OMC and rn i'm struggling with both giving him a name and who to pair him with (i do not have it in me to stress over a love triangle)
option 1: kalego bc that man is fine asf and does NOT have enough written about him
the relationship would essentially be like: "Show me where it hurts so I know where to love you the hardest." + "But jesus fuck I'd swallow poison if it tasted like you."
option 2: balam the no. 1 sweetheart
the relationship would essentially be like: "I want you. All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. I want you, and only you." + "Always remember that my heart holds you when my arms can not."
i intend to post it on AO3 and it would follow the manga (i'm all caught up now (T▽T))
but PLEASE anybody in the fandom lmk what seems better (there is way too little fanarts/fics/fandom activities for an anime thats already getting a 4th season)
First fanfic in a while, not proof-read, mistakes ahead, lots of it, might re-write.
Iruma is an open book.
You were just his happy crush.
You know, the kind that makes him take the longer hallway just to get a glimpse of you.
The kind that makes his heart beat so fast when he sees you around the corner, talking with a friend.
A simple hi from you will make up his whole day
These doesn't go unnoticed by you, of course
And what is there left to do when you know that your crush likes you, too?
You confessed
It's nothing over-the-top, a casual "This is why I like you" with a laugh when you were helping him sweep Balam Sensei's classroom.
Oh boy was he stammering
"Wha-- what do u mea-- oh of course we-- we all like our friends"
You chuckled again "Ahh, but I don't mean it as a friend"
The baby looked at you for a good minute before passing out.
Iruma is tender
He ALWAYS ask for permission first before holding your hands
"Are you comfortable if your friends see me holding your hand"
You always reassures him, and sometimes you do it first!
Don't forget to remind him to breathe from time to time please.
He loves touching your hands. Playing with your fingers, tracing your palms, sliding within your knuckles.
He loves it more when you do it first, an indication that the feelings are mutual
That it's not just him that feels something for you.
Your digits would roam his scalp, would linger on his face, and then pinch his cheeks
He's so soft, you thought
"Heyy don't do that" and then he sandwich your face between his palms
An act of revenge in the most gentle way, as if he's scared to break you.
Iruma is happy
Whenever you're visiting the principal's mansion, or when you've got free time to spend with him, Asmodeus, and Clarin, or when you're stopping by the Royal One--
Iruma's smile is always ear to ear.
Well, it is his personality to be always smiling.
But his friends know that this is a bit different kind of smile
A little bit brighter, a little bit more alive
When Lied do something funny, or Clarin and AzzAzz have one of those playful fights, he would look at you to see if you're laughing as well.
He really likes seeing you happy
Iruma is Jealous
No one can tell me otherwise
But he's the silent type. The kind that doesn't tell you anything because he knows it's ridiculous.
Doesn't stop him from being a bit threatened whenever you're talking to Asmodeus, tho.
Please don't get him wrong, he trusts you, and he trusts his best friend
It's just that, when he looks at you, all he see is someone he didn't deserve
"What if y/n realizes that i'm not good enough?", "What if y/n thinks that they can do better"
Yet you always pull him out of it.
You don't get to hear what he thinks about, nor does he ever say
But the way you cup his face in private, the way you pepper his face of kisses when no one's looking---
At some point, it is enough to remind Iruma that it is him that you like, and not anyone else.
But Iruma is not a Demon
The thought of Clarin and Asmodeus hating him when they find out that he is a human already terrifies the hell out of him
But if the same goes for you?
Oh... Oh what would he do?
And so he starts to drift away
His hands no longer linger around yours, his voice no longer playful
Iruma thought that it would do you better if he removes himself out of your perspective
Admiring you from afar is better than you hating him
He could live with it, is what he thought, what he wants to believe, what he forces himself to believe
But when you came storming down the Royal One one day, demanding to see the blueberry, all his resolve crashes down.
It won't hurt to be a little bit greedy
"Why are you avoiding me? If I have done something wrong, you could've just tol--"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry y/n... I didn't mean to... I have-- I need-- I don't know"
his head falls onto his palms, talking to you between sobs
You brought him into an embrace, your fingers though his soft locks
"I have a secret... but I can't-- not yet... Will you be angry if I wait a bit longer before... Before I can tell you?"
But you don't even have to tell me if you don't want to...
