note: my first attempt at writing for an anime character, I know this is mainly a kpop blog but i wanna try sth new and see if it works too
word count: 817
includes- sub!Decim x dom!human!reader, handjob
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Decim was bound under your presence, your knowledge, which was tainted by emotions, was so unfamiliar to him, yet it tingled his interest in a way that made you never leave his sight.
He wanted to learn from you, all the subtle ways you could read the people that came to his bar. How you seemed to blindly know right from wrong even though you were a mere human.
The way you swayed gracefully with every step made him freeze up, unable to move an inch, a quick breath leaving him as soon as you disappeared around the corner.
He felt like a stranger to himself, his head empty of words that could describe what he was feeling, the feeling of feeling something alone a new sensation.
Decim looked upon his trembling hands, putting the cocktail he was holding down on the counter before he could spill the clear beverage.
Gripping onto the wood beneath him he shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath in and out. He had no idea when the next guests would arrive, but your scent alarmed him of the incoming work.
His eyes shoot open to look at you when he feels a warm hand brush over his. You had moved next to him behind the counter, staring up at Decim with worried eyes.
“Everything alright? You ready to work?”
He nods quickly, his eyes fixated on the glass in front of him to avoid your glance, but the quick tapping of his foot gives away his nervousness.
As you scan his body in concern you notice him subtly rubbing his crotch against the bar. You pull him towards you by his belt loops, hiding your smirk behind his hair as you whisper into his ear.
“Follow me.”
His legs felt numb, his body following you mindlessly as if a string bound him to you. He only notices the change of scenery when your knee rubs up against his bulge, your hands trapping him against the bathroom door.
Decim’s breath fell quiet, his eyes blinking in slow motion as he tried grasp onto the last shard of reality, the truth shattering around him as your touch pulls him down into a spiral of submission. But he was not scared, amid his lost mind he did not fear what you would do to him, no, he craved it.
You pull his collar to the side, kissing over the cold flesh that you exposed. His hips jolt forward when you bite his skin, a sound he had never made before falling from his lips.
“Why does this feel so good?”
The question seemed not to matter as he lets his head fall forward onto your shoulder, thrusting his hips against your thigh subconsciously.
You let your pointer finger run down his shirt, playing with each button before pulling on his belt. You tuck his pants down to his knees, your thumb stroking back up his thigh as you watch Decim’s member twitch in anticipation.
Disappointment ran through your mind as you muster his all too normal body. For some reason you had expected his cock to be purple, like his eyes, or have little thorns, and his blushing expression has you guessing that he had thought the same.
Gripping onto his base you slide your palm up his shaft, rubbing your thumb over his tip when it’s in reach. He slams his head back against the wooden door, grunting in pain as the unfamiliar pleasure rains down on him.
You can’t help but chuckle at his pathetic thrusts into your hand, his cock dripping with precum in a matter of minutes.
Decim feels like he’s falling through the ground, his body writhing in a fight against his logic that tells him to get up and cleanse himself of these human feelings. But his heart screams louder than his mind and it makes his limp body lean into your touch as all reason not to leaves him.
Just as the bottom of the spiral comes into sight, his high waiting to be reached, a series of memories flash in front of Decim’s eyes.
He trips, stumbling over his orgasm, stuttering out mumbles as his cum taints your hand. You have to wrap one arm around his torso to keep you both from falling over, balancing the sticky substance in your palm as to not ruin your clothes.
You gently stroke over his back, helping him calm down as he mutters one word over and over: “work”
After your rinse Decim’s cum off your hand, helping him dress up again, you gently push him out the bathroom door, following not far behind as he tumbles back to the bar.
Two women are waiting on the stools, the glass still standing lonesome on the counter, and you shake off the last remnants of desire as you watch Decim explain the same old rules to the unknowing guests.
