hiiii I love ur works!! may I request manhandling for akaza and if it's okay, maybe douma too.. 😓👉👈
── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘 ! manhandling with akaza and douma
✦ content. fem reader manhandling, dubcon elements, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, biting, blood mention, creampie, predator/prey dynamics, choking, semi-public risk, aftercare (akaza), lack of aftercare (dōma), manipulation, power imbalance
author's ✿︎ notes. this request is soooo hot. honestly i could've written it in a totally different way-- but i chose to keep it close to the anime. the upper moons currently have a hold on me. anyways, thank you for this request & i hope it is up to your expectations. i love you angel
✎ 𝒂kaza 𓂃 ♡︎
the shrine had long since lost its holiness. once, maybe, people had come here with prayers, with offerings, with trembling hands clutching candles and coins, whispering for blessings into the air. but now the roof sagged under the weight of moss and rain, wood split open by years of rot, the altar cracked and jagged like teeth. it smelled of mildew, of damp stone, of something long forgotten. when you stepped past the broken gate, it felt like walking into a mouth that meant to swallow you whole.
you told yourself you came here to investigate, to track whispers of demons prowling in the area, to follow duty where it called. but the truth slipped into your mind, unshakable—you shouldn’t be here. not alone. not in the silence of night, where even the wind dared not move through the trees. the stillness pressed on you, heavy as a weight on your chest, until the fine hairs at the back of your neck prickled.
that was when he appeared. you didn’t see him walk in. you didn’t even hear the floorboards creak. you just felt it first—the crushing weight of presence, like the air had turned to stone, like your lungs forgot how to breathe. akaza stood where the moonlight bled through the broken roof, tattoos glowing faintly under pale light, eyes sharp, unblinking, unhuman. his voice cut the silence, low and steady, carrying a cruel amusement.
“hm. another slayer wandering in where they shouldn’t. fragile little thing… you really thought you’d make it out of here alive?”
your sword was already in your hand, heart hammering as you forced your body into motion. you lunged first, trying to seize control, trying to bite down on fear and twist it into strength. the blade sliced toward him—but it never landed. his hand lashed out, faster than thought, knocking steel aside as if it were nothing more than paper. his other hand clamped around your wrist, fingers digging so deep you swore he could crush bone if he wanted.
you jerked, twisted, fought, but it was useless. his strength was overwhelming. before you could gasp, your back slammed against the cracked altar, the sharp edge biting into your spine. the impact knocked air from your lungs, leaving you gasping like a fish on land. your blade clattered across the broken floor, useless.
akaza’s grin stretched slow, wolfish, as he leaned close enough for his breath to ghost against your face. “you fight with spirit,” he murmured, grip tightening when you tried to squirm free. “but spirit won’t save you. not when you’re this weak. not when you’re this breakable.”
his free hand moved to your uniform, fingers curling into the fabric over your chest. the tear was sharp, merciless—the sound of cloth splitting open echoed loud in the empty shrine. he didn’t bother with precision; he didn’t need to. your haori ripped down the middle, falling open to expose the skin beneath. his hand slid inside, palm rough and hot against your bare stomach, pushing higher until he gripped your breast hard enough to make you gasp.
“too fragile,” he drawled, thumb brushing over your nipple as if testing, then pinching cruelly, making your back arch against the altar. “i could crush you with one hand… but no. i’d rather break you in other ways.”
your legs kicked, trying to push him off, but he seized both thighs at once, fingers digging into flesh. in one brutal motion, he forced them apart, spreading you wide over his lap as he dragged you closer. the wooden altar dug into your back, sharp and unyielding, as he shoved your legs up until your knees nearly pressed to your chest.
“stay still,” he growled, pressing his weight forward to pin you. his hand slid down, tugging at the waist of your trousers. another rip—fabric splitting as easily as paper—and he yanked them off, leaving your lower half exposed to the cold air and his heated gaze.
you opened your mouth to curse him, but the words broke into a cry when he shoved two thick fingers between your folds, spreading you open with obscene ease. the intrusion was rough, fast, forcing your body to react before your mind could catch up. slick coated his fingers almost instantly, and his grin widened, sharp and cruel. “already wet? pathetic little slayer—your body betrays you.”
he withdrew just long enough to shove his own trousers down, his cock heavy and flushed, the sight alone making your stomach twist. then he lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance. the resistance was sharp, the stretch nearly unbearable—but he didn’t pause, didn’t give you time to adjust. with one brutal thrust, he slammed inside, burying himself to the hilt.
you choked on the breath that ripped from your lungs, body bowing off the altar as the stretch burned through you, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. his grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, locking you in place as he pulled back and slammed into you again, harder, deeper, the sound of your body taking him echoing through the ruined shrine.
“fuck,” akaza groaned, head tipping back, tattoos glowing faintly in the moonlight. “so tight. even your cunt’s trying to fight me.” his hips snapped forward with punishing force, each thrust rocking the altar beneath you. “but you can’t win this fight either, can you?”
your cries tumbled out broken, sobs and whimpers spilling into the cold night air as his pace grew merciless. he leaned down, his mouth hot against your jaw, teeth grazing before sinking in—not enough to pierce, but enough to make you jolt. “you’re trembling,” he muttered against your skin, voice dark, taunting. “your body loves this. every squeeze, every twitch—you were made to be ruined like this.”
each thrust forced slick down your thighs, dripping onto the altar, pooling beneath you. your nails clawed helplessly at the wood, leaving shallow grooves as heat coiled low in your belly, unbearable and blinding.
“don’t hold back,” akaza snarled, hips snapping into you faster, deeper. “cum for me—show me how weak you are.”
and when it broke, it was violent, tearing the breath from your lungs as you convulsed around him, tears streaking down your cheeks. your orgasm hit hard, walls spasming, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. he pounded through it, chasing his own high, until his hips stuttered and his cock spilled hot ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you until it leaked messily around his length.
you slumped against the altar, trembling, throat raw from sobs. akaza stayed pressed to you, cock still buried deep, his grin cruel and satisfied. his thumb brushed a tear from your cheek almost mockingly. “fragile little thing,” he murmured, voice rough, “and yet you take me perfectly.”
then his hips shifted again, his cock twitching back to life inside your overstimulated cunt. his grin widened, sharp as a blade. “we’re not done. i’ll break you over and over—until you forget what it means to stand against me.”
✎ 𝒅ōma 𓂃 ♡︎
the lotus temple was quiet. too quiet.
by day it seemed serene—bright lanterns swaying, golden statues smiling benignly, prayers murmured into incense smoke. but by night, when shadows pooled in the corners and the air grew still, it became something else. the painted faces of the bodhisattvas warped in the dark, their smiles eerie and knowing, their hands reaching endlessly in frozen blessing. you should have turned back the second you crossed the threshold, but you didn’t. curiosity or duty carried you inside.
and that was when you heard it—the laughter. light, airy, musical, but wrong. it didn’t echo properly. it slid through the dark like oil, clinging to your skin, chilling you to the bone.
“ooh… a guest.”
your stomach dropped. he hadn’t stepped from anywhere—you simply blinked, and he was there. dōma, upper moon two, sat casually at the base of a massive statue, lotus-shaped war fan twirling lazily between his fingers. his eyes—bright, gleaming with too much light to be human—fixed on you with a delight that felt like claws dragging over glass.
“how lucky am i?” he said with that too-cheerful lilt, tilting his head as if truly considering it. “the night was starting to feel so lonely, and here you come stumbling in. a pretty little slayer, all alone. ahh, i feel blessed.”
your blade was already out, shaking slightly despite your grip. you lunged—fast, precise, desperate. but before the tip could even graze him, his fan clattered to the floor and his hand shot out, clamping around your throat with effortless strength.
“tsk, tsk,” he sang, voice bubbling with laughter as he lifted you effortlessly off the floor, legs kicking. “so aggressive! but you’re trembling… do you really think you can hurt me?”
you clawed at his wrist, the pressure at your throat making spots dance in your vision. he smiled wider at your struggling, as though each desperate kick was entertainment. then, with a casual swing of his arm, he slammed you down against the polished temple floor. the breath flew out of your lungs, chest heaving uselessly as your sword skittered out of reach.
“much better,” dōma hummed, kneeling over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as if they were weightless. “look at you… all pinned down like a little insect. don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you. i always take care of my guests.”
his free hand slid over your chest, fingertips featherlight, deceptively tender. then, with a sudden vicious tug, he gripped your uniform and ripped it open down the middle. fabric tore under his claws like paper, exposing the soft skin beneath. his eyes glittered as he leaned down, tongue darting out to lap across your collarbone with mocking reverence.
“mmm… delicious,” he purred, teeth grazing. “so warm. so human. you make the cutest noises when you squirm, did you know that?”
you tried to jerk your wrists free, tried to shove him off with your knees, but his grip was unyielding. he only laughed at your struggles, as if they delighted him. “oh, don’t pout. it’s fun when you fight. but you’ll learn—” his hand slid lower, cupping you between your thighs through the fabric of your trousers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you gasp, “—you’ll always lose.”
he didn’t wait. another sharp tug tore your trousers at the seam, leaving you half-bared under him. his fingers trailed along the edge of your underwear before hooking in and yanking those away too, discarding them in a careless flick.
“ahh, now that’s better,” dōma cooed, eyes darkening with something hungrier as he spread your legs apart with his knees, forcing you open under him. “so pretty like this. like a flower, just for me.”
you hissed through your teeth, shame and fury burning hot, but it only made his grin widen. he shifted down, one hand pinning your wrists still, the other spreading you with merciless ease. when his fingers pressed inside, the intrusion was sudden and unrelenting—two sinking deep without warning, curling against sensitive walls that made your body betray you with a sharp, unwilling moan.
“ohhh, listen to that,” he crooned, pumping his fingers at a punishing pace, each thrust stretching you open further. “music to my ears. mm, you’re squeezing me so tight already. how adorable.”
slick coated his fingers quickly, dripping messily onto the floor. he withdrew them just to lick them clean, humming with obscene delight at the taste. “sweet, sweet, sweet. just as i thought.”
then he freed himself—trousers undone with a lazy tug, his cock heavy and flushed, obscene in the dim temple light. he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing the head against your folds, smearing slick across your swollen skin.
“you ready?” he asked in a sing-song voice, mocking because he had no intention of waiting. “of course you’re not. but that’s the fun part.”
he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. your body arched violently off the floor, a cry tearing from your throat as the sudden stretch burned through you, hot and unbearable.
“nnnh—” dōma groaned, eyes fluttering, his smile turning near feral. “ohhh… that’s perfect. you’re so tight. oh, you poor thing, you’re shaking already. don’t worry, i’ll break you in gently.”
he didn’t mean gently. his hips began to snap forward in quick, merciless thrusts, his cock driving deep again and again until the wet, lewd sounds of your bodies echoed through the temple. every movement shoved you harder into the cold floor, wrists aching under his grip, legs spread wide by his weight.
“so loud,” he teased, laughing between groans. “every moan, every cry—ah, i could eat you up.” his lips pressed to your jaw, sucking a bruise there before nipping cruelly. “and maybe i will. but not before i’ve ruined this sweet little body.”
your climax built sharp, unbearable, heat curling in your belly as each thrust hit deeper, harder, stealing every breath from your lungs.
“that’s it,” dōma sang, his pace quickening, hips slamming into you so hard it hurt. “break for me, my good girl. cum for me—i want to feel you drown on my cock.”
when it hit, it was devastating, your walls clenching violently around him, squeezing him so tight he groaned loud, head tipping back. he fucked you through it, riding your trembling spasms until his thrusts grew sloppy and he spilled inside you, filling you so deep the warmth leaked back out around him.
he slumped over you briefly, panting, then licked the tears off your cheeks with a bright, delighted hum. “mmm. salty. sweet. perfect.” his grin curved cruel and charming at once. “see? i told you i’d take care of you. aren’t you glad you wandered in?”
his cock twitched still buried inside, his smile widening like a blade. “and don’t pout, little flower. we’ve got all night.”
Just my take on how I think Akaza and Douma would share you. They may not get along, but for you they could put that aside ;) I’m deciding to add a song on some of these kinda short story smuts, lmk if you guys like the song along with my writing! 🫶🏻
The air is thick and hot, you can feel your hands get clammy, your knees starting to shake and buckle, your heartbeat getting faster and harder. And they can sense every bit of pure anxiety and arousal you’re feeling right now, you can hear Douma snickering behind you, squishing the soft flesh of your hips. “No matter how strong you may think you are, you sure are looking pretty weak right now, Y/N~” he coos in your ear. A soft mewl escapes from your lips, you feel their bodies inching closer, you feel both of the demons hands exploring and fondling with your whole body. You could simply explode from arousal right now, “Why don’t you take this off hun, hm?” Akaza looks up and down at your long satin night gown and robe with pure hunger in his eyes. You can feel Douma’s eyes as much as Akaza’s, his rainbow colored eyes could put a hole through your head. You quickly slip your nightwear off, looking up at the two and feeling like an innocent prey about to get eaten by hungry predators. They do not want to waste any time, they aren’t quite fond of eachother but they both want you as bad as you want them both. Throwing you onto the plush blankets, Akaza immediately flips you onto all fours, pulling your hips towards him so your ass was completely in the air. “Holy shit Douma, she’s already soaking wet! Practically leaking.” You dig your face into the pillows as Akaza’s thumb goes in painfully slow circles around your swollen wet clit only for your head to be pulled up by Douma’s veiny hands. “We’re sharing you, remember the deal Y/N? I get part of you too, gorgeous.” His belt already unbuckled with his rock hard cock impatiently waiting to be put in your pretty mouth (cause lets all admit it, that man is not patient for shit) Akaza’s cock is already lined up with your drenched hole. He slowly pushes himself into you, a long moan escaping both of your lips “Fuck hun, you feel so fucking good” Akaza, with no warning gives your ass a harsh smack as he pumps painfully slow strokes in and out your pussy, thrusting harder as he goes in. Douma’s throbbing cock rests on your face before he pushes his length into your mouth “Ohhhh my god Y/N your mouth fits so perfectly~” Your moan of agreement sends vibrations through Douma’s body, making him fuck your throat harder, he simply cannot control himself. The lewd and erotic sounds fill the room, the sound of you choking and your muffled moans, Douma’s whines and Akaza’s groans make the knot in your stomach come a lot faster than you wanted. The more these two demons pound into you, the more you shake and scream for release. You slip Douma’s cock out of your mouth with a loud pop as you turn behind you and show your slutty face to Akaza, “I’m so close! so so fucking close! please don’t stop please Akaza!” The desperation in your voice makes him pound into you harder than he did before, “Fuck, keep talking to me like that hun.” He yanks both of your wrists behind you to help you stay up. Your vision becomes blurry as you cum all over his cock, your scream filling the whole room. They stop for a second, “Do you really think we’re done gorgeous?” Douma smirks as they both glare at each other, Akaza smirking back, then looking down blankly at your weak and tired body “We’re far from done.”
UGHHHH was this too long? 😫This was my first time writing a smut like this and tbh idk if i ate this up or not, if you have any suggestions or constructive criticism about my writing please let me know! I want as much tips as i can get🫶🏻 I hope yall enjoyed this as much as i did making it!
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You and Akaza share the Upper Moon 3 title, but you absolutely can't stand each other. One night, while walking through the woods back to the Infinity Castle, you cross paths with Akaza, who’s bored and itching for a fight. You try to ignore him, not interested in wasting your time, but Akaza won’t let it go, accusing you of being scared of facing him.
What starts as more usual bickering between the two of you turns into a tension filled exchange, where his arrogance clashes with your indifference, setting the stage for more than just a physical fight.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: nsfw, enemies to lovers, bickering, mocking, teasing, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, suggestive content, fluff, smut, fingering, mild degradation, possessiveness, aggressiveness, hate fucking, choking
𝐖.𝐂: 5.6K
The moon was shining brightly up in the sky as you made your way through the familiar dark woods.
You were returning to the Infinity Castle, casually walking underneath the moonlight.
When you heard it.
The snapping of branches, coming from the trees surrounding you.
Your eyebrows furrowed, and the scent of a familiar presence entered your nostrils.
Upper Moon 3, Akaza.
The one demon you had to share your rank with.
And the one demon which you could not stand.
You loathed him and his smugness, always so full of himself.
You briefly looked around, but you weren’t able to spot him.
“What do you want Akaza, don’t you have Demon Slayers to kill?’’ You spoke into the shadows in an unamused tone and continued walking forward, fully aware you were being watched from above.
You heard a loud thud a few feet behind you, and assumed he might’ve leapt down to be on your level.
You stopped walking, and turned around, facing him directly.
"Come on, let’s fight," he replied, almost bouncing on his feet, that insufferable excitement radiating off him.
His fists clenched and unclenched as though they couldn’t stand being still for too long.
"I’m bored. You’re here. Perfect match."
You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, like the conversation was over. "I’m not interested."
The bickering between the both of you was unfortunately constant.
Akaza was always rude and arrogant towards the other Upper Moons and demons, but ever since you quickly scaled the ranks and started sharing the title of Upper Moon 3 with him, all of a sudden, his jabs were solely directed towards you.
You suspected he acted that way out of jealousy.
Or maybe he was just angry that he wasn’t able to defeat you or Doma to surpass you in the ranks, but it was still extremely annoying nonetheless.
"Not interested?" His voice took on that mocking tone he always used when he didn’t get his way. "Are you scared you’ll lose? Scared of me?"
A chuckle was heard from behind you, and footsteps approached as you walked away.
"Scared?" You barked out a laugh, shaking your head. "I just don’t feel like wasting my time with you."
Akaza appeared in front of you in a flash, moving faster than you could blink. "What, you have something better to do out here? Staring at trees is more exciting than a fight with me?"
You shoved him away with a scoff, your patience already wearing thin. "Yes, actually. Trees don’t talk."
Akaza stumbled back, but the grin on his face only grew wider, like he found your annoyance entertaining. "You’re just making excuses."
"And you’re just desperate for attention."
His smile faltered for just a second, but it was noticeable enough to catch.
Akaza’s eyes darkened, the playful glint vanishing as he straightened, his posture growing more rigid.
"Desperate for attention?" His voice was quieter now, lower.
He took a step closer, his presence looming, suffocating. "You think I'm the one desperate here?"
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest, but didn’t back down. "If the shoe fits, Akaza. You’re always provoking me, always pushing for a fight. It's like you can’t stand being ignored."
His eyes narrowed, the tension between you thickening like a storm about to break.
For once, he wasn’t smirking. "You think too highly of yourself."
His voice dripped with venom now, any trace of his usual bratty demeanor gone. "Maybe I just want to remind you of your place."
Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to stay calm, even as his energy became heavier. "And what place is that? Beneath you?"
He scoffed, his jaw tightening as he took a few steps forward, now standing directly in front of you. "You act like you’re above everything. Me, fighting, all of it. But let me remind you something, you're no different. We’re both demons, and no matter how much you pretend you're better than me, we’re the same. You can’t change that."
You clenched your fists, biting back the urge to lash out, his words stinging more than they should have.
"And here it is," you said nonchalantly, keeping your voice steady. "The real reason you’re here. It’s not actually about a fight, is it? You just can’t stand the idea that I might not care about you at all."
That for sure struck a nerve.
Akaza’s eyes flashed, his fists clenching tight enough that his knuckles cracked. "Shut up."
You took a step closer, refusing to be intimidated, your voice dropping into a low whisper.
"I hit a sore spot, didn’t I? Despite all your strength, all your arrogance, you're just looking for someone to notice you. That’s why you keep annoying me."
Akaza’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a force that could’ve shattered your bones if you hadn’t snatched it away from his grasp quickly enough, jumping away from him, keeping your distance.
His eyes bore into yours, the barely-contained fury in them making your breath hitch.
"You don’t know anything about me," he growled, his posture shifting into an attack stance. "And you’re not as untouchable as you think. Keep pushing, and I’ll make you regret it."
For a moment, you just stared at him, the intensity of his gaze challenging you to react. Then, slowly, deliberately, you took a few steps forward, your eyes never leaving his.
"Go ahead and try." You uttered, bracing yourself for his impending attack.
You faced him once again, an angry expression on your features, and 4 tendril-like black appendages popped out from your back in a defensive stance.
He didn’t waste any time, smirking before launching himself in your direction, his body rapidly approaching as he closed the distance between you.
You dodged his lunge with precision, your tendrils moving faster than his fists.
In a heartbeat, you wrapped them around his arms tightly until his movements were restricted.
Before he could react, you lifted him off the ground, suspending him in the air.
He glared at you, his muscles tensing against your hold, testing your grip.
"Impressive," he hissed, struggling to pull his arms free. "Didn’t think you had it in you."
"You don’t think," you replied coldly, pulling the tendrils tighter, "That’s your problem."
His smirk faded into a look of discomfort, but you could see the defiance still blazing in his eyes.
Akaza’s jaw clenched as he fought against your hold.
You felt the power rising in his body, his muscles tensing as he fought back.
But you weren’t giving him any chance to escape.
You’d had enough of his provocations."What's wrong?" you taunted, narrowing your eyes, and pouting your lips. "Not as easy as you thought?"
"You’re enjoying this a little too much," he grunted, his voice laced with irritation.
Even bound, even suspended in the air, he still managed to sound infuriatingly smug.
But there was something satisfying in the way he writhed under your control, no longer in command of the fight.
You stepped forward, tightening your tendrils again, watching as his smirk trembled for a moment.
"What's wrong, Akaza? Not so tough when you can’t punch your way out of everything?" You insisted, your voice dripping with mockery.
His eyes flashed with fury, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
He twisted violently in your grip, and for a second, you felt the pressure of his strength pushing back against your tendrils.
But you held firm, refusing to let him free.
"You think this will stop me, demoness?" he spat, his voice strained but defiant. "You’re only making me want to crush you more."
"I’m not here to entertain your bruised ego.’’ You shot back, taking another step closer.
You leaned in, your gaze piercing into his. "But maybe now you’ll learn to shut up."
For a brief moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.
Akaza’s struggles completely stopped, his eyes locking with yours in a dangerous, electric stare.
"Absolutely not," he snarled.
In a sudden, violent burst of strength, Akaza slipped one arm free, the force of his movement so powerful it sent a shockwave up your tendril, causing you to lose balance.
Before you could react, he grabbed hold of the one that had bound his other arm, yanking you forward with terrifying speed.
The ground beneath you seemed to disappear as you were pulled into him.
His free hand darted toward your arm, his fingers wrapping around your wrist.
He twisted his body mid-air as you unwillingly released him, and before you knew it, the positions were reversed.
He smirked, now gripping you tightly, pulling you closer with that infuriating grin plastered on his face. "Nice try," he breathed, his eyes flashing with satisfaction. "But it’s going to take more than that."
You scoffed, your tendrils lashing out in an attempt to break free, but he managed to grab them fast, his grip unyielding.
His body was pressed against yours, too close for comfort, the air between you charged with tension.
Both physical and something else.
"You actually thought you had me, didn’t you?" he taunted, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dangerously low. "Did you really think you could control me?"
Your tendrils twitched with agitation, but his grip was unrelenting.
He leaned in, his face inches from yours, his tone low and mocking. "You can bind me all you want, but I’ll break free every time."
His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, as if daring you to try again. "You’re strong, but I’m stronger."
You could feel your blood boiling, adrenaline running through your veins as your anger grew. The arrogance, the way he loomed over you, all of it was infuriating.
But you weren’t going to let him see that.
Not yet.
"Stronger?" you sneered, your tendrils curling tighter around his arms, still attempting to force them back down. "All I see is someone who can’t stop fighting for my attention."
His smirk faltered just for a second, but you saw the look on his face, like his pride had been wounded.
So you decided to press harder.
"Is this what it takes for you to feel important, Akaza? Throwing yourself at me over and over like a desperate puppy?’’
Akaza’s eyes darkened instantly, the playful glint replaced by something far more dangerous. His grip shifted, fingers tightening with enough force that if you weren’t a demon, your skin would have bruised instantly.
His breath was faster now, frustration radiating off him, but beneath the anger, you could feel something more.
Something simmering just under the surface.
"You’re really pushing it," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.
His face was so close now you could feel his breath against your lips, his gaze burning into yours. "You think you can talk down to me like that and walk away? You think I need your attention?"
You leaned in closer, refusing to break eye contact, daring him to go further. "Yes. Yes, I do."
Akaza’s grip tightened even more, his fingers pressing into your skin with bruising force.
His entire body tensed, the air between you crackling with raw, palpable energy.
His smirk had long vanished, replaced by a hard, intense expression, his jaw clenched as if he was fighting against something he couldn’t control.
And then, without warning, he pulled you even closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours, his voice dark and unsteady. "Careful," he hissed, his eyes locked on yours, the tension so thick it was suffocating. "You might get more than you bargained for."
Your heart pounded in your chest, the heat between you almost unbearable, but you refused to flinch, refused to give him the satisfaction.
Instead, you allowed a smirk of your own to creep onto your lips.
"Funny," you murmured, your voice calm despite the storm raging around you, "I was about to say the same thing."
Akaza’s eyes flared with rage, and in a blur of motion, he slammed your back against a tree, pinning you there with his body.
His chest pressed hard against yours, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned in even closer, his voice a growl. "You think you can handle this?"
Your tendrils shot out again, wrapping around him tighter, pulling him closer until there was no space left between you.
You could feel the rapid beating of his heart against your chest, matching your own, and for the first time, his exterior cracked.
His eyes widened just slightly, the raw tension now boiling over into something far more dangerous.
"I can handle anything you throw at me," you breathed, your voice low but steady, your gaze locked with his. "The real question is, can you?’’
For a split second, you saw the look in Akaza’s eyes shift.
The rage, the frustration, it was all still there, but beneath it was something else.
His lips curled back into a feral grin, but this time it wasn’t cocky or playful.
"You have no idea what you’re getting into," he whispered, his voice rough, his body still pressed tightly against yours.
His hand moved up, trailing along your arm until it reached your neck wrapping around it, his touch firm but not quite painful.
His thumb brushed your skin as his eyes bore into you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "But you’re about to find out.’’
You felt your breath catch in your throat as the weight of his words sank in, but you didn’t flinch, didn’t move.
Instead, you let the tension build, let it grow between you like a volcano about to erupt.
"Then stop talking," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "And show me.’
His grip on your neck tightened, just enough to remind you of his power, but not enough to truly hurt.
His eyes, wild and hungry, flickered with something unspoken, his body pressed so close that it felt like he was trying to consume you.
The tension between you burned hotter, the space between your bodies practically nonexistent, and every nerve in your body screamed to push him back, to do anything but let him have this moment of control.
But you didn’t move.
Something inside of you craved this feeling.
"I see that look in your eyes," he growled, his voice low and dangerous as his thumb pressed slightly against the racing heartbeat in your neck. "You’re pretending you hate me, but deep down, I know you’re enjoying this."
His lips curled into a grin as his thumb lingered against your pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "Admit it," he whispered, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted over your ear.
Your breath hitched, your body betraying you in ways you couldn’t fully control.
Every nerve was on fire, and though you hated him, though you truly hated him, there was something undeniably intoxicating about the way he hovered over you, dominating the space between you both.
"I don’t need to admit anything to you," you hissed back, voice tight, as if trying to keep the truth buried deep.
Akaza chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You’re not as good at hiding it as you think."
His fingers slid from your neck, trailing lightly down your collarbone, a gesture so gentle it sent a shiver through you, in stark contrast to the intensity of his words. "You can keep lying to yourself, but your body’s already told me everything I need to know."
Your tendrils twitched, overwhelmed with the urge to fight back, to stop this never ending power trip. But something was keeping you there, on the fine line between desire and hatred, unable to fully break away
And Akaza could see it in your eyes, how you were coming to terms with what you were feeling. "You don’t have to fight it," he whispered, his voice like silk wrapping around you. "You won’t win."
He smirked, his lips curling in satisfaction as if he had already won. "You can’t hide it from me, not when your heart’s racing like that."
His lips were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off them, but still, he didn’t close the distance.
He was toying with you, daring you to break first.
Your tendrils coiled tighter around his body as they responded to your growing frustration. "I know exactly what you are," you spat, keeping your voice steady despite the heat rushing through your veins. "A broken, pathetic demon who needs a fight just to feel alive."
Akaza’s eyes flashed with anger, his fingers tightening briefly on your neck before relaxing, his control wavering for just a moment. "And you’re a coward who hides behind her words because she’s afraid to actually fight."
You scoffed, glaring at him even as his body pressed harder against yours. "I could crush you right now if I wanted to."
"Then why haven’t you?" His smirk returned, that insufferable arrogance coating his words. He leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Maybe you don’t hate me as much as you think.’’
Your heart slammed against your chest, but you refused to let him see any hint of weakness. "Or maybe I’m just waiting for the right moment to put you in your place."
Akaza chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin. "Sure you are."
He pulled back slightly, his gaze locking onto yours again, the fire in his eyes burning hotter. "But if you’re waiting for me to break, it’s not going to happen."
Without warning, his other hand shot up, gripping one of your tendrils with crushing force. You winced as he twisted it, pulling you even closer.
His face was a mask of intensity, the air between you so thick with tension it was nearly unbearable.
But he wasn’t just trying to hurt you.
He was testing you, pushing you to see how far you’d let him go before you fought back.
"I can feel it," he murmured, his eyes boring into yours with a kind of dark fascination. "You’re holding back. Afraid of what happens if you let yourself go."
You gritted your teeth, fury bubbling beneath the surface, but you couldn’t deny the truth in his words.
You truly were holding back.
The power in your veins pulsed with dangerous potential, the need to fight, to hurt, burning just beneath your skin.
But something about this moment.
About him,
Made you hesitate.
"Don’t mistake control for fear," you shot back, your voice sharp, though you could feel the tension building in your muscles, your body screaming to react.
Akaza’s grin widened, that infuriating, reckless energy radiating off him. "Oh, so you think you’re in control, huh?" he whispered, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. "Then prove it."
His words were a challenge, daring you to act, to push him off and reclaim the fight.
But the air between you wasn’t just filled with violence anymore.
It was charged with something neither of you wanted to admit.
The proximity, the heat, the way his breath mingled with yours, it all made the line between hate and lust blur.
“Careful what you ask for,” you warned, your voice low, your tendrils twitching in response to your rising anger..
“Or what?” Akaza shot back, his eyes narrowing.
His hand still gripped your tendril, but now his thumb traced your skin, a deliberate, slow movement that made your pulse spike. “You’ll finally do something?”
Your breath hitched, your body tensing as the air around you crackled with a mixture of anger and a feeling much harder to control.
Every fiber of your being screamed to fight, to tear him apart, to stop this unbearable tension, but these odd feelings were holding you in place.
The thrill of the fight, the twisted connection between you both, kept you unbearably on edge.
Then, without warning, you leaned forward.
Your lips collided with his, harsh and desperate, the force of it startling even you.
It wasn’t soft or tender.
It was raw, violent, fueled by the tension that had been building between you for far too long. Your tendrils retracted, and you wrapped your arms around him pulling him impossibly close, and he responded in the same manner, his grip on you fierce as if this was just another form of combat.
Akaza growled against your lips, his hands tangling in your hair as he kissed you back with equal ferocity, matching your intensity.
His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you could feel the frustration and anger in every movement.
You pulled back just enough to breathe, your forehead still pressed against his, both of you panting from the sudden explosion of energy.
His eyes were wild, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared at you with a mixture of shock and desire.
"You wanted me to prove it," you whispered, your voice low and breathless. "How’s that for control?"
Surprisingly, Akaza didn’t have a snarky retort.
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Instead, he just stared at you, his expression confused.
But the moment didn’t last long.
Before you could fully process what had just happened, Akaza’s lips were on yours again, more aggressive this time, like he was trying to reclaim control.
His hands gripped your waist, pulling you hard against him as his mouth moved hungrily against yours, his breath hot and frantic.
You couldn’t resist.
You matched his energy, kiss for kiss, both of you locked in a battle that had nothing to do with fists or power but was just as violent.
You found yourselves now laying on the ground, his body hovering over yours, pinning you down.
There you laid under him, unbothered by the danger, unbroken by his attempts.
A look of defiance, of challenge.
A spark of desire ignited within him.
He leaned down once more, trailing kisses down your neck.
You so desperately wanted to feel repulsed by what you two were doing, but you made no effort to fight back, instead letting out a low moan, your eyes fluttering shut.
While it confused you, you couldn’t deny that there was something about the situation that left you wanting more.
He pulled away from your neck, and stared into your eyes intensely.
You parted your lips, slightly bewildered, lust and need plastered all over your face.
His desire for you was equally growing with every passing moment.
He had never wanted someone so fiercely before, and the fact this feeling was caused by someone he hated was driving him wild.
He claimed your mouth in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing his way between your lips.
You responded eagerly, kissing him back fervently, your tongues battling for dominance with each other, your hatred for each other fueling this intense desire as your body pressed against his.
His hand trailed down your neck, his fingers slipping beneath your clothing to caress your bare skin.
He could feel your heartbeat racing, your body responding to his touch.
He broke the kiss, his breathing coming in ragged pants. “Tell me you’re mine.’’ He demanded, his voice hoarse. “Say it.’’
You raised your eyebrow, surprised at the demand.
“I’m not yours, nor will I ever be.’’ You growled between breaths, daring to defy him.
You pressed your lips against his aggressively, flipping him on his back quickly, straddling him.
His eyes flashed with surprise as you took control, pinning him down to the ground with a fierce kiss.
He could taste how much you wanted him, he could feel your body’s hunger against his own.
But he wouldn’t back down so easily.
As soon as you pulled away, he rolled you onto your back, his body hovering over yours again..
His hand gripped your wrists tightly, holding them above your head.
“You’re mine.’’ He whispered, his voice low and possessive. “Admit it, demoness.’’ He smirked, grinding his hips against you, his erection seeking entrance.
He could feel your wetness through his pants, your body’s response to him undeniable.
The air between you crackled with tension, your breaths tangling as you stared into each other's eyes.
“Never.’’ You smirked, throwing your head back as he ground against you, soft moans escaping your lips in response to the sensation.
His lips curled into a victorious grin as he heard the sounds coming out of your mouth, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.
“Never?’’ He repeated, his voice thick with need. “Is that so?’’
He began grinding his hips against you harder, his erection growing with each second that passed.
He felt your body responding to him once more, your hips bucking involuntarily.
With that he tore off your clothing, exposing your bare breasts to the cool night air.
He leaned in, his lips closing around your nipple as he sucked and nibbled on it,
Your back arched off the ground, your hips thrusting upwards to meet his touch.
Akaza’s hand trailed down your body until it reached your waistband, his finger slipping underneath it to find you wet and waiting.
You let out a breathy moan as his fingers slowly made their way inside of you, your arms still pinned above your head.
“I’ll never be yours.’’ You repeated teasingly.
His hand stilled and hovered over your wetness as he grinned wickedly, eliciting a frustrated sigh out of you at the sudden stop.
“You’re quite the feisty one, aren’t you?’’ He said, his voice husky. “Always defying me, even when you clearly want me.’’
With a swift motion, he slid down his pants freeing his length.
He positioned himself between your legs, his tip glistening with pre-cum.
When he finally entered you, you let out a satisfied gasp overwhelmed with the feeling.
He began to move, his hips pounding into you in a relentless rhythm.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, his grin widening as he watched your body tremble beneath him, your breath hitching every time he moved in and out of you.
He pulled out, your juices dripping down his shaft.
“Just admit it. I know you want me.’’
He started to trail his fingers down your stomach, using his cock to tease your clit with light strokes.
“Wanting you, doesn’t make me yours.’’ You mocked back, gasping as he made contact with you.
His grin widened with each of your gasps and moans.
He loved this feeling of control.
“You’re so wet for me.’’ He taunted, still teasing you. “Tell me demoness, does this mean that I’m not as indifferent to you as you’ve been making me out to be?’’
He thrusted back into you, his hips quickly picking up the previous pace.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.
“You can try to resist, but you can’t hide it. You’re mine.’’
He nipped at your earlobe, eliciting a shudder from your body.
“Fuck you, Akaz-’’ You try to speak, being interrupted by your own moans, the feeling too intense to muster up any words.
His lips crashed against yours as he pounded into you mercilessly.
He could taste your defiance, your stubborn refusal to submit completely.
But despite your efforts to hide it, he could also feel your body’s surrender, your walls clenching around him in need.
“Shit.’’ He growled, breaking the kiss, “You feel so fucking good.’’
His fingers dug into your hips as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease.
He could feel your climax building, your body tensing with each thrust.
His eyes hooded with lust as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.
He leaned down close to your ear. “You can’t deny it, can you? You’re mine. You need me.’’
You hated what he was saying, hated that he was right, hated to admit he was the one making you feel like this, hated the fact that those same words you despised were affecting you so much, feeling yourself closer and closer to coming, your legs twitching, wrapping around his torso.
“I need you Akaza.’’ You moan out, finally saying out loud what you had been dreading to admit, your breathing ragged and erratic.
He smiled wickedly, satisfied with your confession.
“You do, don’t you?’’ He taunted, his voice low. “Look at you, letting someone you despise fuck you like this. Look how much you’re enjoying it, you slut.’’ He gripped your cheeks, forcing your eyes to stare back into his.
His hips picked up speed, his cock slamming into you with abandon, your cries echoing throughout the silent woods.
“I want you to come for me.’’ His voice was a growl, his movements becoming more urgent.
Driven by his words, you were sent over the edge, climaxing intensely, throwing your head back in pleasure as you pulled him in for an intense kiss.
You moaned his name into his mouth, your nails digging into his back with so much force it drew blood.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, your own orgasm causing him to empty himself into you with a shaky groan, his breathing coming in pants.
His body went limp with satisfaction as he collapsed over you, his heart pounding in his ears.
He leaned in close to your ear, your body still trembling with aftershocks.
“I knew you’d change your mind eventually.’’ He whispered, mocking you.
You try to regain your breath, and just lay there with him over you for a few moments.
“Fuck you, Akaza.’’ You spit out chuckling, pushing him off of you.
He chuckled back, placing his hand on your hip.
“Is that any way to talk to someone who just made you come?’’ He raised an eyebrow playfully, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.
“That was the first, and last time you made me come.’’ You say teasingly, swatting his hand away from your hip.
He sat up, reaching for his discarded clothing to wipe away the dirt and leaves from them.
He held his hand out, helping you to your feet.
He adjusted his pants, his eyes scanning the forest surrounding you.
“Although I do have to admit, hate-fucking is a wonderful thing.’’ You chuckled, taking his hand and getting up from the ground, wiping the dirt away from your body.
“You’re insatiable, you know that, right?” He teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“I’m insatiable?” you scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one that was practically begging me to say I was yours. What’s the matter, Akaza? Can’t handle a little rejection?”
His grin faltered just slightly, and you seized the opportunity to press harder.
“Admit it,” you said, your tone dripping with sarcasm, “you keep acting all tough, and what do you really want? A little validation? A pat on the head? Maybe a ‘good boy’ for fucking me so well?’’
His eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed, but he quickly masked it with his usual infuriating smirk.
“Poor Akaza,” you continued mockingly, leaning in just enough to make him uncomfortable. “Desperate for approval, but too proud to ask nicely.’’ You mocked, grabbing your clothes and putting them back on.
His brows furrowed as you spoke.
He couldn't help but feel a tinge of irritation.
He gave you what you wanted and this is how you repaid him?
By making fun of him?
“You’re lucky I didn’t just kill you immediately for speaking like that to me.’’ He spoke, his voice low.
He put his vest back on, turning his back towards you, his movements stiff.
He wasn’t going to let you see how much your words were affecting him.
“And don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it, demoness. I saw your face.’’
“Oh I did enjoy it, and i’ll admit it.’’ You chuckled. “I literally just said hate-fucking was a wonderfull thing, don’t you agree?’’
You finished fixing your clothes and hair, and turned towards him.
His eyes narrowed at your words, but he couldn’t ignore the truth they held.
He did enjoy the confrontation, the chase, and the ultimate outcome.
“I agree.’’ He admitted, his voice rough. “But don’t get any ideas, you’re nothing to me..’’
Spoken by the one begging you to say you belonged to him 10 minutes ago.
You raised an eyebrow at that remark, crossing your arms over your chest with a teasing grin on your face.
He turned to face you, his body still tense with lingering desire.
“And this isn’t happening again anytime soon. Not unless you beg.’’ He smirked mischievously, his eyes never leaving your face.
“Fine.’’ You replied, dryly. Unaffected. “I’ll see you later then.’’
With a final teasing glare, you released your tendrils, one of them tapping him on his forehead lightly before you jumped upwards, landing in a tree above, leaving him in the middle of the woods by himself.
You waved him goodbye, still smirking smugly at him, before you disappeared into the night.
He watched as your form grew smaller and smaller in the distance until you were just a speck of darkness against the starlit sky.
The quiet of the woods crept back in, filling up the space you’d left behind, but his mind was still racing with the remnants of your encounter.
He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, a mixture of frustration and intrigue swirling in his chest.
He was lying when he said you were nothing to him, there was no denying that.
And as much as he hated to admit it, he was already anticipating the next time you’d cross paths.
With one final glance at the sky where you’d disappeared, he turned on his heel and vanished into the shadows of the forest, his thoughts still lingering on your teasing words, and the heat of your touch.
Whatever this was between the two of you, it was far from over.
And he knew, deep down, neither of you would be able to stay away for long.
