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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ eating demonic creatures never tasted good for han maru. that’s why, after every mission, he goes to this tiny pastry by his shitty apartment to try to get the bad taste out of his mouth. though now he didn’t really come by for a sweet treat. he craved someone sweeter!

tw: mentions of blood, knives, messy eating, very greedy behavior, smut, food play, drooling, creampies, ooc, oral (f receiving), subby! han maru, cervix kissing, overstimulation, han maru being very needy and emotional, virginity loss, soft dom f! reader (tell me if I should add more and if I missed any!!)

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no one knew how it tasted.

have the taste of demon flesh rotting away in your throat and infecting your very being.

the clawing at your throat after the thrill of the moment wears off.

"BLEEUUGGGHHH!"

he gags at the aftertaste of the demon's flesh as the yellow mist finally vanished into thin air. "ya done, kid?" deokman sighs lazily, rolling his shoulders back as if he'd been the one doing all the hard work, which just made maru glare at his captain. he tries to spit out, sticking his tongue out in an attempt to get rid of the horrid aftertaste. "yeah, yeah..m'done." he grumbled, refraining from gagging, slightly pouting before following the rest of his team.

"could you put your fucking tongue back into your mouth? you're so disgusting.." seonwu scoffed, grimacing in disgust as he stared at han maru having his tongue out, trying to throw up what he had just consumed.

he glared up at the blue-haired man, stopping his attempts to make himself sick and simply kicks a rock like a child throwing a tantrum.

"remember, don't be late again," deokman warns with narrowed eyes and a pointed finger as he walks off.

"i won't, alright?" he grumbles, waving his hand.

he always ended up feeling in a sour mood after eating a lot of monsters. sure, it was badass having the power running through his veins, but it literally felt like they were desperately trying to crawl and gnaw their way out of his damn throat and rip through his stomach.

just as he was walking back to his apartment unit, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his keen nose immediately picking up something sweet.

his nose softly twitched, sniffing once.

twice.

thrice.

donuts, fruit tarts, chocolate, powdered sugar, caramel, coconut, hazelnut, chai, icing, vanilla, cream cheese, matcha, custard, gingerbread, sourdough, cupcakes, blueberries, strawberry jam, sugary peaches, mouthwatering plums-

his eyes snap open, his feet having guided him directly to the source of the heavenly smell. his mouth was watering; somehow, the aftertaste of flesh still lingered on his tongue. he quickly went inside and looked at the pastries up on display.

though as soon as he skimmed his eyes over the pastries, all of a sudden, none of it seemed appetizing anymore as his eyes lifted to meet yours.

you were piping cream puff pastries, small drops of fluffy white filling on your hands, powdered sugar and flour lightly smudging your cheeks, while your face was lightly frowning in concentration, trying to pipe in the perfect amount of filling. you were so focused on your pastries that you barely noticed him walk inside your little bakery until you suddenly heard the sweet little chime of your bakery door opening. "welcome in!" you chirp, still distracted by the pastry you were finishing up.

"sorry 'bout the wait, what can i get you for today?" you smiled, starting to lightly drizzle the puff pastries with powdered sugar.

all the demons he's consumed almost seemed to get louder and more desperate.

feed me.

feed me!

"mister," you spoke up, the puff pastries long forgotten as you now looked up at him, a little puzzled. "please don't drool on my floor, i literally just mopped this morning." you warned with a pointed glare, your whisk pointed up at him as if it was some sort of weapon.

he blinked down at you before realizing he's been drooling all over the place, quickly wiping the drool dripping down his chin with the back of his hand. "just smells really good..how much do your macarons cost?" he ogles them through their glass container, mouth watering even more, his throat tightening. he could practically feel his heart in his chest, trying to beat out.

"depends what flavor-"

"what flavors ya got?" he quickly clipped in, leaning over the counter, his nose sniffing around as if he were some kind of dog.

you flinch back, your top lip curling into a small sneer as he seems to have no control over his drooling.

you huff out softly wih a shake of your head, rolling your sleeves up to knead some stubborn dough as you listed off all the flavors of macarons. "i've got vanilla bean, raspberry, hazelnut, cream cheese, chocolate, lavender, strawberry shortcake-"

"m’gonna take one of everything please!" he grinned wolfishly, those big eyes of his glued on your own and your hands as you knead the stubborn dough that easily comes off your hands.

you blink up at him in surprise before quietly nodding, a little taken aback by his gluttony.

your little bakery wasnt all that popular.

sure you got a couple of customers a day, but never as many as you hoped.

yet here is this stranger who wants to buy nearly every macaron you have left in stock. "okay, coming right up." you smiled quietly feeling proud that someone finally coming in for a somewhat big order.

you go wash your hands carefully before organizing his order.

"are ya new?" he mused softly, watching your every move as you decorate his to-go box, big eyes glancing up at him before smiling gently. "uhh, yeah i am. just opened up shop two weeks ago." you smiled briefly.

you close up his to-go box before adding a cute little ribbon at the very top. "gonna have to be $10."

he blinked down at you before his face turned into a shocked but thrilled expression. "only $10 for 12 macarons? god, you're an angel," he nearly squealed, quickly searching through his pocket to give you the $10, his tongue sticking out to clean the dribble of drool running down his chin.

you take his money, and right when you were about to tell him to have a good day, he ripped that cute ribbon on his to-go box and quickly bit into a pink macaron, the sweet cream cheese filling overwhelming his taste buds in the most pleasant way. he lets out an exaggerated moan at the taste before stuffing his face into the sweets as he lets out a messy and incoherent string of praises about each french airy treat.

you didn't even know if this was normal for him, but you were..amused to put it nicely by his messy eating and talking with his mouth open.

you felt your skin crawl as he smiled at you widely, crumbs in between his teeth and on the side of his lips.

it reminded you of watching a dog devour his food as if it hadn't gotten fed in weeks.

it was funny..

..but mostly disgusting.

"miss tis ssoooo mmph good—"

"please keep your mouth closed when you talk.." your warn with the smallest bubble of laughter filling your voice, which he paid no mind to, his mind, his eyes, his tastebuds and every fiber of his being only focusing on the creamy sweetness that infected every inch of him. once he was finally down he started ogling the fresh sticky milk buns that just got out of the oven. you look behind your shoulder at the fresh bread, already knowing he has grown an even bigger appetite.

"a slice would be $3-"

"what about the loaf?"

you blink up at him, lashes fluttering and gently kissing the top of your cheeks. you couldn't help the slight laugh that escaped you. "gonna be $15." you smile before carefully getting the loaf out of its pot and taking out a clean knife. "gonna wanna take some?"

he eagerly nods.

"yes thank you, thank you!"

you smiled quietly to yourself and began slicing the loaf into five even slices. you briefly looked up at him just to see what look he had on his face, just to make yourself laugh a little, but instead you found his gaze locked on you instead of the pastry.

"whats ya name?" he questioned, sitting on the countertop as he watched you work and set the sliced loaf into a more comfortable to-go box. you tell him your name, our voice filled with a small bubble of laughter as he bites into a matcha flavored macaron.

he smiles, whipping his mouth with the back of his to get rid of crumbs that clung to his lips as he echos back your name. letting it roll of his tongue.

he almost forgot about the horrid taste of demon flesh that stuck to his tongue.

he pays the money for the bread and heads back to his shared apartment with a little pep to his step as you wave him goodbye and tell him to come back again.

he locked his apartment door behind him, all content before setting the pastries i hasn't devoured on the kitchen counter.

he felt oddly..satisfied for the first time in a while after he discovered that devouring demonic creatures made him so much stronger.

though as he lay in bed trying to sleep, that same hunger came back.

stronger.

needier.

demanding.

he groaned into his pillow trying to block out the gnawing in his body. nose nuzzling into the soft fabric.

he then smelt it.

coconut and vanilla filling his sleepy head as his thoughts circle right back to you.

he needed to go eat more of your pastries.

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this all became a habit ever since he first sniffed out your bakery which he now considers his secret happy place. sure it was because of your cooking, the comforting smell of sweets, the environment, how not too many people were there, etc…but mainly you.

you were the main reason why he lingered and always made sure to come back.

slowly his gluttony became more difficult to handle, his visits grew more frequent and every time you watched him eat it was more urgent then the last. like if he didn’t get something sweet in his mouth right that second he’d painfully wither away. it worried you at times but you didn’t say anything, just tried to make him feel better with free on the house treats.

though now he didn’t seem to pay as much mind to your sweet treats from heaven above.

his greed for sweetness wasn’t for your heavenly airy pastries but it was instead for you.

that smile of yours.

the way your eyes crinkle up at him as he walks in.

your laugh when he compliments your baking with a mouth full.

the lingering of your eyes to his lips when he’s eating when you think he’s too distracted to notice.

the way you let him have the first bite of your new recipes (after he begged endlessly).

since his attention drifted towards you…his hunger has gotten even more insatiable.

he felt impatient.

unstable even.

you became his new addiction rather than your sweets if he was being honest..

"are you sure you're alright?"

"yes maru, im fine. just a little cut." you reassured, wiggling your index finger, which had a baby pink strawberry shortcake bandaid.

hes been visiting your little bakery for about a month now.

you told him you had an accident while trying to get out of a stubborn pit of an avocado this morning for your little sandwiches. you got frustrated, your knife slipped, and you stabbed your finger and spilled a little bit of blood. nothing too bad.

just a little cut.

his eyes lingered on the bandaid, his hunger and need to consume distracted. "lemme see it," he tries to reach out towards your wrist, but you quickly pull your hand back, eyes lightly narrowed. "i said i'm fine." you say firmly, your soft voice coming out a bit meaner than you intended as he quickly pulled his hand away.

if he were a dog, he'd have his ears pinned back and tail tucked between his legs.

"sorry, umm.." you run your hand through your hair as you tie it up one last time before your shift ends. "what can i get for you today?"

he rubs the back of his neck, those big eyes of his scanning his options with the tiniest bit of pink dusting his cheeks as he tries not to look at you.

macarons, fluffy breads, bungeoppang, yakgwa, tiramisu, chapssaltteok, cinnamon rolls, brownies, even bingsu prepared all pretty on display in a mini freezer next to you-

"can i get the bingsu and tiramisu?"

you nod quietly, turning your back to him and reaching up to the top shelf on your tippy toes for new to-go boxes for his order and an ice shaver for a new bingsu.

"what toppings do you want for your bingsu?" you ask, starting to shave a block of ice, scraping it, filling the room, mixing with the sound of more customers filling your small shop. strangely, after he arrived, more customers started trickling in, much to your contentment, since your little bakery was getting the attention it deserved.

he eagerly listed off toppings, the large amounts and varieties making you giggle quietly. once you finish the shaved ice, you add the final touches, soft hands moving with expertise with the sweet desserts.

throughout the visits he came in his attention started to drift recently. he used to solely focus on the sweet treats you made, the way you add your final touches, the way you write his name with a little heart in the end, the free macaron you add in with every order of his.

sweet little details.

"can i help you with the bakery after you close?"

the question made you pause, your pen slightly slipping and messing up on his name. you gaze up at him like a deer under headlights, big eyes locked onto his as if he just said the most unnerving thing you've ever heard. you laugh and quickly shake your head.

"no, no, no, i can't have you do that," you say, which earned you a loud childish whine from the man across from you. "you're my customer--what kind of baker would i be to make you help me after closing hours?" you tease softly but he just continued to whine louder.

"cmoonnnnn," your lip curls into a tiny sneer at the annoying whiny pitch in his voice. "i want to help you bakeee..cmon m'not always gonna be able to come to your bakery, so might as well teach me." he grinned, leaning closer to your face, resembling a puppy begging for attention.

you grin before letting out an exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back. "tell you what," you give him a spoon for his bingsu. "after work, I'll teach you how to make anything ya want, alright?" you smiled, looking up at him while you slightly lean over the counter, all doe-eyed and teasing.

he stopped mid-chew, his eyes getting bigger and a huge smile gracing his lips, cheeks full of the shaved ice he was eating. right when he was about to speak you quickly shake your head, grimacing slightly up at him.

"dont talk with your mouth full maru.."

"m'sorry."

the rest of the last few hours passed rather quickly. customers started trickling out, the pasteries started going down in numbers, and finally, the clock hit 8:30 pm.

maru quickly closes up shop for you clearly very excited to be your little assistant. you yelp in surprise when he suddenly slung himself over the counter to get to the kitchen.

"maru!" you scold, throwing a hand towel at him which he caught with ease, a big grin on his face. "sorry, just excited."

you lightly glare at him and shake your head before putting an apron on him. "so," you tie a cute little bow at the back, your face on level with his chest as you stare up at him. "what do you want to make, hmm? ya know, you could've gotten a recipe online, didn't have to come t'me."

he didn't even fully process the question, just staring down at you, all frozen up as you adjusted the apron around his waist.

his nose lightly twitched at the sudden faint smell of your perfume. It still smelled just as sweet as your pastries, but mixed with a floral sweetness that just made his mouth water.

he grimaced quietly at the aftertaste of demonic creatures still on his tongue. your sweets couldn't seem to do the trick this time, much to his disappointment--

"ow!"

you lightly pinched his cheek a tad harder, an evil little smile on your lips. "are you even listening?" you laugh quietly. he laughs quietly along with you, lightly clutching your wrists to make you stop.

"i said," you turn your back towards him, tightening your apron around your own waist. "what do you want to make? or should i pick?" you look up at him over his shoulder, those eyes of yours taking him all in.

he looked cute with a frilly little apron and his face all a little dazed.

"ya still daydreaming?"

"n-no! uh, you pick. what's something you think I'd like?" he smiled, placing himself next to you at the sink to wash his hands. you look up at him, eyes slightly narrowing as if you were trying to figure him out.

trying to figure out the perfect dessert just for him.

"you want it to be something you can make on your own?" you tilt your head slightly to the side, you pretty little head filing through all the desserts that he could like and make on his own.

he happily nodded, clearly excited and determined to bake with you.

he ended up confessing in his first week visiting you that he couldn't bake sweets at all. your birthday just so happened to be last week, and let's just say he tried to bake something for you..it was a cupcake; the bottom was all burnt, and the frosting on top was melting off, clearly just hot out of the oven.

it was the thought that counts at least..

it was adorable.

..even though you got sick afterwards.

"alright," you start tying your hair up, smiling to yourself, not being able to help yourself to hold back your giddiness to teach him how to bake. "what about a cream cheese danish? simple. easy. not too sweet. plus it goes with everything, so we can use some fruits." you get out some dough you had made earlier this morning for puff pastries, your sleeves rolled up as you roll out the sweet dough.

at the lack of response, you curiously look to your side where maru was. you tense up, lightly feeling him a lot closer than before, his eyes intently watching you start working. you lightly bump your hip with his making him quickly snap out of his little dazed trance.

"lemme help!" he chirped sweetly, his hands coming in to help you with the dough.

you squeak quietly when his hands get stuck with yours in the dough. snickering you shake your head and pull his hands out of the sticky-sweet mess. "maru, you're too hasty." your voice comes out soft and teasing. you get a small little ball of dough and roll it along his hands to collect the rest of the sticky sweetness that stubbornly stuck to his skin. "could you be any more careless?"

his hands felt rough against your softer ones. as you carefully clean his large hands, you couldn't help but trail the veins that vined underneath his skin with the tip of your fingers. were his hands always so attractive? was it strange that you found them attractive? your little questions got cut short rather quickly when he suddenly brings one of your hands up to his lips, which just so happened to have the dough and you didnt process what happened until it was too late.

a gasp leaves your lips when you suddenly feel his lips wrap around your injured finger...and he end up eating the dough.

"maru don't eat raw dough!" you scold, laughter bubbling up in your throat as you playfully smack his chest, making him let out a slight whine around the tips of your fingers. you yelp quietly at the sudden nip of his teeth, quickly pulling your hand out of his mouth. “w-what the hell..” you let out quietly, staring down at your finger. it was the same one you ended up cutting this morning, now reopened and bleeding lightly.

you hiss quietly staring down at it before reaching out to get a napkin.

what the hell was that?

did he bite your finger to make your wound open up again?

why did your cheeks feel so hot—

“m’sorry sweetheart, i-i didn’t mean t’make ya bleed..” he lets out nervously clearly feeling bad about the reopened wound.

he slowly reached out towards your hand, slow enough for you to pull away if you wanted to. but you didn’t move away. you didn’t know why you didn’t but you stayed in place.

“are you okay? y/n im so sorry—“

“yea im fine..” you murmured softly, cheeks a soft tinge of pink as he examined the finger. the smallest drop of blood dribbled down the length of it and to your wrist making you panic slightly. why the hell were you bleeding so much?

right when you decide to try to pull away to tend to your wound your whole body freezes up like a doe caught under headlights as you feel his tongue lick a long, slow stripe up your wrist to your wound, collecting your blood on his taste buds.

“maru—“

“you taste just as sweet as i thought..” he mumbled out against your wrist, kissing the inside of it as he kept it pressed to his face.

how do you even react to this—?

“this is really unsanitary..”

“you were gonna get blood on the dough.”

“I wasn’t—“

“still.”

you stare up at him, an unreadable glint shining in your big eyes as you was his kiss your wrist slowly before ever so gently and slowly kissing up the length of your arm.

from the inside of your wrist, to your forearm, to your upper arm, and finally to your shoulder where he seemed to linger.

sweet and soft little smooching sounds filled your quiet bakery, the dough long forgotten.

“what are you doing..?” you breath out, your voice coming out a bit softer and smaller then usual. were you nervous? fuck yes. were you scared? far from it.

“..do you want me to stop?” the question was softly muffled by your shoulder, his eyes looking into your own. you tense lightly against him as you felt his bigger hands snake around your waist and lightly toy with your apron.

you quietly shake your head, cheeks flushed and throat tight. too embarrassed to speak already knowing your voice was going to be all embarrassingly breathless and airy you didn’t dare speak. you felt his lips form into a smile before continuing his slow kisses against your flushed skin.

he trails sweet slow kisses up your shoulder, to your collarbone and up your throat.

you couldn’t help the small giggle as he gets to your face, his soft lips leaving gentle kisses along your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your eyebrows, your temple, your jaw and finally he stops to your lips.

he was a mere breath away from your lips.

the hunger was harder to ignore.

harder to keep at bay.

“..are you okay?” you murmur softly, brows lightly frowned as your hands gently cup his face. you gasp quietly when you realized your hands were tainted with powdered sugar. “oh my god im so sorry!” you laugh, seeing you left powdered sugar all over his cheeks.

though he seemed out of it, he hardly noticed until he caught the sweet smell of it. his eyes seemed darker. he glanced down at your hand which was still cupping his flushed cheek before nuzzling into your soft palm.

a quiet noise escaped your lips when you suddenly see yellow mist leave his mouth, swirling around your injured finger. everything about this night was a tad odd but you didn’t try to freak out anymore. your frown lightly when you noticed your finger had healed completely as if nothing happened.

“how did you—“

“didn’t think it’d work..” he murmured quietly against your palm, lips softly kissing it. “are you sure this is okay?” he lets out between kisses, the yellow mist slowly fading into thin air.

honestly the yellow mist was the last thing on your mind with how it felt to have his lips press against your skin. "are you trying to bribe me into giving you free treats for life?" you joke softly.

his brows pinch together, lips tugging into a tiny frown. "of course not," he says firmly, shaking his head. "i really like you..more than i should y/n...i-i...i can't stay away from you.." he lets out softly, closing the distance. you feel yourself flush at the proximity, your heart fluttering wildly at the teasing, faint brush of his lips.

before you could properly process what you were about to do, you leaned up to him and pressed your lips against his. your eyes fluttered shut, lashes kissing the top of your cheeks as you savored the kiss. you couldn't help but smile against his lips as the grip on your waist tightens, and he brings you closer to him.

as one of your soft hands comes up to play with the sensitive nape of his neck, your free hand is placed on his chest, he nearly whines at your touch and the teasing little bite of your teeth on his bottom lip. you giggle into the kiss, softly swiping your tongue over his bottom lip to soothe the slight sting. "your so whiny." you teased against his lips before gasping when he kissed you a little harder.

you smiled into the kiss even more, eagerly kissing back just as needy. the kiss got more playful, and before you knew it, you were hoisted up onto the counter of your cute little bakery. his tongue softly laps into your mouth, your own tongue playing with his. his soft moan is muffled into the kiss as your hands play with his hair before giving a mean little tug making him pull away with a whine in retaliation.

"m'sorry, ya gotta let me breath." you let out breathlessly, your cheeks all lightly flushed, your chest heaving as you greedily take some air. he looked like he was on the verge of tears, his lips all kiss swollen as he pouts. "ya dont need to c'monnn!" he fussed, trying to chase after your lips. you teasingly turn your face away, a smug evil little look on your face before yelping softly at the slow drag of his tongue on your cheek.

"you're disgusting-!" you shriek, facing him to glare, but it all seemed to be a part of his plan as he quickly captured your lips again. you whimpered softly into the messy kiss, one of his hands coming up to make sure you can't pull away, the other at your hip as he dragged you to the edge of the counter.

you tilt your head back as he hungrily trails biting kisses to your neck, his tongue softly soothing one of the meaner bites he left on your perfect skin. "fuck.." he growled quietly against your sweet spot before playfully nipping at it. "been trying so hard to hold back from pouncing on ya—ugh!” he suddenly lets out a little noise of disgust when he realized his hand had slipped into a bowl of fresh icing.

you laugh, resting your temple against his.

he was trying so hard to keep the mood but he was just so clumsy.

“can’t do a single thing right can’t ya maru—“ your words quickly die on your tongue as you felt the airy sweetness being smeared on your neck. you felt your eye twitch in irritation about to do the same but he quickly pinned your hands to the counter.

“been too mean t’me, gotta put you in your place..” he grinned wolfishly, stealing a deep kiss from you. you could taste the frosting on his tongue as he sweeps into your mouth, a soft meek noise escaping you as he softly suckles at your tongue. that action alone made all your words die on your tongue.

your pretty little head went blank as he pulls away from the kiss and licks off the frosting he had smeared on your neck. “your such a mmph f-freak..” you try to sound mean but it just comes out as a airy moan. more airy breathless purrs of pleasure escape you as he hungrily marks up your neck.

“so mean..” he whined into your fresh hickey before biting it out of spite making you arch and whimper. he laughed at your pained whimper before gently lavishing his tongue against the bruise.

he impatiently tore off the frilly apron you put on him and tossed it aside before ridding you of your top. you help him by raising your hands up above your head, biting down on your bottom lip excitedly. his lips were on yours immediately after your shirt was off.

he was starved.

he needed to feed.

and only you seemed to satisfy.

he pulls back, breathlessly, eyes dark and filled to the brim with nothing but pure lust and greed. “let me taste you. p-please baby you don’t understand what I-I’ve been feeling—you haunt me every night,” he was nearly crying now, those huge grey eyes of his brimming with tears. “n-need to taste you pleasepleasepleaseplease! been dreaming about eating you out for weeks now, you must be some succubus that lured me in with sweets—baby pleaseee..”

he was already kneeled in front of you staring up at you with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you coo and pout, feigning sympathy.

“aww..is the poor puppy that desperate?” you coo, running a soothing hand through his black hair before tugging meanly pulling a whimper from his throat. “been having perverted fantasies about me too? tsk tsk tsk,” you tut. “you really think you deserve to have a taste, puppy?”

though once you actually see his tears almost spill out and his bottom lip quiver between his teeth as he nods. “i-i didn’t mean to! trust me, I couldn’t help it i-i—“

you gently place one leg over his broad shoulder, the tip of your heel teasingly pushing into his back as if giving him permission to come closer. “just because you look so desperate..” he moans against your inner thigh, praises falling from his lips.

“thankyouthankyouthankyou princess, gonna give you the best head of your life. gonna have you runnin back t’me every fuckin night fuck..”

before you could try to comfort him for being a bit too mean you squeak out in surprise when you felt him bite at the lace of your panties and riiiiiip the cute lacy panties to shreds babbling something about taking you tomorrow to buy a new pair.

your hands lightly tremble in his hair as he shoved his face between your thighs and inhaled deeply like he was starved. you squirmed at the feeling of hot puffs of air brushing against your sensitive puffy pussy. he was a blabbering mess between your thighs. you barely understand his words, but you really couldn’t care once you felt his tongue flatten against your slick heat.

you look down at him, brows pinching together and your soft lips parted with pants and airy giggles at how pathetic he looked. you wouldnt have it any other way.

you moan, back arching as he finds your sodden clit and abused it with harsh suckles and mean flicks of his tongue. "n-not so hard-" you gasp, squirming against him as it became too much. he moaned around you, gripping your thighs harder and dragging you closer to his eager mouth.

the last thing he could think of was the taste of flesh.

his brain was fogged with only your taste. your heady scent and your hands in his hair that made him nearly cum in his pants right then and there.

"don't run from me, baby.." he pleads, smothering himself deeper. you cry out as his thumb rubs messy, firm circles on your aching clit as he licks fat stipes before shoving his tongue into your weeping entrance. those big, glassy eyes were locked onto yours, watching every moan and cry be ripped right out of you. his tongue curled against your velvety, gummy walls, hungrily scooping out your honeyed slick before feverishly thrusting it in and out, pulling wet, squelching noises from you.

your thighs trembled over his shoulders as he messily eats you out while muffling all sorts of praises. "cum on my tongue, i-i need you mmph so sweet," he babbled mindlessly before capturing your twitchy clit between his lips with a harsh slurp, his tongue flicking furiously as your hips helplessly rut into his mouth.

with a scream, you cream all over him, making him hungrily lap up your sweetness. "gonna live here forever fuuuck.." he slurred, his feverish feral sucks and slurps turning soft and worshipping.

you whined softly, trying to pull his out of your honeyed cunt. "maru, no more.." you let out weakly, but he was relentless. after a couple of seconds, you finally managed to pull him off you by giving a hard pull to his hair.

the look on his face made more slick droop out of your pussy, and your heart fluttered.

he was all teary-eyed, brows furrowed, cheeks a deep pink as he caught his breath. even his bottom lip was quivering as he stared up at you, half of his face wet with your essence. "m'not one of pastries, ya cant just do that.." you giggle breathlessly, running a hand through his hair, closing up your legs quickly so he wouldn't try to dive back in for seconds.

"i'd beg to differ.." he pouts, nibbling at your hip, leaving soft loving kisses all over your soft tummy and kissing his way up to meet your lips. you moan softly into the kiss as you taste yourself on his lips. now you were all needy, your hand coming down to palm his bulge that strained against his jeans, making him whimper into the kiss. "you're so hard..all this from just eating me out?" you teased, pulling away from the kiss.

he was a panting mess, shoving his face into your neck, letting out a string of pleas. "p-please keep touching me there," he nearly sobbed, rutting into your soft hand. you coo into his ear a faux pout on your lips. "aww, don't cry, baby. is it too much? what'll help you feel better, puppy?" you softly flick your tongue over the shell of his ear.

"need't be inside you.." he sniffled into your neck, his cock twitching agaisnt your hand and under his jeans. you gave him a gentle squeeze before kissing right below his ear. "whatever my puppy wants." you purred before helping him with his belt.

you giggle softly as he makes out with your neck as you help him out of his pants, his own hands tugging off your ruined panties and peeling off his shirt. he neeedily caotured you lips before you could look down to see his drooling cock.

a sharp gasp escaped you as he slowly pushed into you.

"m-maru-"

"shh, it'll be okay sweetheart, i'm sorry i couldn't h-help it..can i keep going?" he asked shakily, big eyes locked onto yours. you let out a shaky little noise as you nod your head, eyes locked onto how you too were connected. maybe this was mean of you but you didnt think he'd be..well..big..

at most average but with the way he was stretching you out? you were eating your damn words now, all of them lodged in your throat as he slowly sinks deeper into up until his mushroom tip kisses your sponge cervix. "h-how the fuck are you so huge mmmph.." you purred into his ear as he attacks your neck, teeth softly sinking into your neck as he sets a slow pace.

"you're so snug--god, you feel so much better than I imagined! wanna be balls deep inside ya for eternity. haahhh, keep squeezin' me like that sweet girl thatsss itt.." he blubbered against your ear, clutching you tighter. he felt like he couldn't breathe, his cock being squeezed tightly by your drooling cunt like it was determined to never let him go. you laughed between airy moans and squeals as the divot tip of his cock smooches your cervix effortlessly with each slow thrust.

"you're acting like a virgin.." you tease into his ear before softly nibbling at the shell of his ear. you feel him freeze inside you, burying his face deeper into your neck in embarrassment as he keens all sorts of apologies. "it's cute maru.." you soothe quietly. you gently cup his face, your soft hands lightly squishing his cheeks to make him gaze at you. "..are you?" you question. your heart nearly stops at the trails of tears on his flushed cheeks. you lovingly lean up to kiss them away from his cheeks as he nods quietly with jumbled apologies, as if he couldn't think with how overwhelmed he was feeling with how tightly you were wrapped around him.

"do you want me to take over?" you offer softly, running your hands up his back to soothe him and hoping to unravel his thoughts. he nods his head, sniffling quietly, refusing to meet your gaze from embarrassment. you softy kiss his lips, murmuring soft, encouraging words. "don't be embarrassed, i can teach you more later, okay? we can take things at your pace.." you murmur between loving kisses. "pull out f'me, okay?"

he shakily nods his head, his stomach tying in knots as he musters up the courage to dislodge from your velvety heaven on earth. he nearly whimpered at the cold feeling of being separated from you. the only thing he wanted was to be buried deep inside you and never leave. you smiled, softly kissing his lips.

you quickly tug him upstairs, leaving your clothes and his on the floor. your room was just above the bakery, and you wanted to let him be able to actually enjoy a comfortable first time..that wasn't in your bakery's kitchen. you eagerly kissed him all the way there before pushing him to lay flat on the bed. he props himself up on his elbows, watching as you crawl on top of him. he lies back down, his rough hands coming to your hips to steady you over his needy cock. "hurry, it felt so g-good being inside you baby.." he pleas, a hand leaving your hip and instead going to position his cock to nudge your fluttering entrance.

"quite impatient, aren't you..?" you taunt before kissing him deeply. once he was lost in the kiss, you slowly sink yourself down on his aching, drooling cock. he mewls into the kiss at the feeling of your slick, gummy walls fluttering hungrily around him, his hips having a mind of their own as he tried to shove more inches into you.

you pull away from the kiss with a cute squeal at how he filled you up to the hilt. hands quickly come to press down on his chest, as you finally manage to take all of his long, thick inches buried deep inside your smothering insides. you start a slow pace, slowly dragging yourself up and down his girth with a squelch, his hands tightening over your hips to drag you down all the way.

you lean down, moaning against his lips as he hisses all sorts of pleas for more. you smiled agaisnt his lips, your moans mingling with his before he captured them hungrily.

he wanted to consume you completely. bones and all. (bones and all reference hehe..)

your body was flush against his, slowly rolling your hips with a whimper as you feel him twitch hard inside you. your noises got whinier, not being able to help yourself. he muffled a loud moan as he desperately met your pace with uncorrelated feral thrusts up into you, making you crumble on top of him. your hands scramble to grip his own hands on your hands to try to slow down his suddenly mean hands that guide you to plummet down his cock with lewd wet slaps.

all the air was being punched out of your lungs as his hips smack against yours. with how he was acting while giving you head and that he was a virgin, you would've thought he'd be a whimpering mess and told you to take control, but this was a pleasant surprise..even though you would've liked riding him.

a loud moan escaped you as his drooling tip meanly kisses your cervix again and again with so much force you were bouncing away from how rough his thrusts were. you yelp as he hooks his arms under your knees, tugging you back to meet his thrust.

"ah! ah! s'too much--hah! mmm soo good f'me!" you whined out, throwing your head back, your pretty little neck exposed for his assault which he quickly took.

his sharp teeth nip at your sensitive spots determined to leave dark bruises while letting out a string of incoherent praises.

“feel so good, baby fuck.” he gasps out against your neck, licking a little bit of frosting that he had missed earlier. he moaned louder at the sweetness, eyes rolling back, and his hips stuttering as you clench tightly around him at the praise.

soft mewls and cries leave your lips as he drills into you needily like a dog in heat all while shaky praises fall from his lips, which now attached right below your ear. you’ve never felt so full in your life. strangely satisfied even.

"sweetheart ya gotta loosen up or m'gonna end up cumming i-inside of ya.." he slurs into your ear, wet slaps echoing throughout your empty bakery along with your embarrassingly loud moans and his own whimpers from the sensitivity. despite the roughness of his thrusts, rutting himself deeeeep inside you, he was still the same puppy like loser from before as your eyes barely manage to focus on his face.

he looked completely out of it, his mouth open, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, cheeks all flushed, and his eyes half lidded and hungry. you felt every twitch inside your gummy walls every time you sink yourself on his veiny, twitching cock. you cried out as his hand came down to rub quick, messy circles to your sodden clit as he drills into you from below. “f-fuck im gonna cum im gonna cum I’m gonna cum!” he whines out, speeding up, making you scream as he ferally ruts into you despite you trying to take control.

you were turned to nothing but mush on top of him, not even being able to move yourself anymore, now that he was the one controlling your every move. you wail, all high-pitched and filled with pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt. he bites down on your shoulder as he milks himself and rides out both of your highs.

he softly kisses your cheeks and all those nasty bites he had inflicted on your neck. once your breathing finally calms down, he rolls you onto your back so he is now on top of you.

"can we go again?" he pleads quietly, his cock still hard inside you, his milky cum leaking out of you.

it was going to be a long night..

notes: NOOOO ONEEEE writes special civil servant drabbles/oneshots/scenarios/fics so I had to take matters into my own hands...also i feel like i should mention this. still, it's been a while since i reread special civil servant, so i truly don't remember how he felt about the taste of the demonic creatures. low-key just read a couple suguru fanfics and it basically being about him hating the taste of curses sooooooo lowkey might be a bit ooc..why not make it apply to han maru :) also i'm just finding out bros literally 29 this is literally unc get out of my face i thought bro was like 25 at most. low-key HATE this i'm experiencing the worst writer's block in history, and i'm taking eight college classes i can't take it anymore guys-