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You silently cursed at yourself for losing your party, biting the inside of your cheek as a way to calm yourself. Not even your crow had a slight idea where the hell you were. Taking in your surroundings, you were met with nothing but the barely visible bark of the trees, thanks to the moon that was still shining so brightly. That’s it. You’re dead. You couldn’t help but think that this was the end of your demon slayer career, only being able to master two of the many forms of your chosen breathing style.
You always felt like you were never subject to a life like this, but after seeing the slaughter that ensued in your village, you chose to live a life protecting others. Even you couldn’t truly protect yourself, considering your stupidity in losing the rest of the traveling demon slayers. Not to mention how you were assigned a pretty idiotic bird. At least she was cute, absent-mindedly circling over your head and joining the symphony of the night with the flap of her wings.
You knew your destination was the butterfly mansion, though that might’ve been like an incredibly far goal due to the fact that you’d lost the only people who actually knew how to get there.
Damnit, you thought. The longer you walked, the longer you felt like you were on the brink of insanity. The trees rustling under the wind had added to your anxiety, your teeth choosing to continue gnawing at your lip rather than your nails that were securely wrapped around the hilt of your sword. It was really fucking cold too. Your pale haori provided absolutely no warmth in the vastness of the darkened forest that shook you to your core.
You hadn’t noticed the eyes that were focused on you until you sensed a change in the air. It felt strangely less malicious than you thought anything in the forest may be, however, you were taking absolutely no chances. You sped up your walk, hand gripping your nichirin sword just a little tighter as the gravel and dirt ground under your feet. “God…where the fuck am I going?” You muttered under your breath, words falling like a whisper until you shut yourself up.
You heard steps to your side, finding a demon with fair skin and thick, blue-striped tattoos adorning his arms all the way to his face. He had short, bright pink hair with inward-tilting yellow eyes. Was- Is that a kanji? You know what, you weren't even going to question it. You couldn't help but stare, the combination of his color palette just threw you off your game. Pink eyelashes contrasted his blue, cracked sclera, along with the fact that his fingers and seemingly bare feet were dipped in that same shade of blue as his linear tattoos.
"A female demon slayer? At this hour of the night, all alone…?" He spoke with a rather charismatic tone of voice, approaching you with a fanged smile and an aura that just screamed violence. Yeah no, absolutely the fuck not. You had a slew of curses lined up for yourself the moment you got out of here. If and only if, on the off chance that you do, you’re throwing yourself in a heap of garbage where you belong.
Your body had shut down, the sheer presence of his power was unlike any other demon you’d seen or felt. It felt like a pressure unknown to you, something close to drawing you in. Even if your mind willed against it. That could be an upper moon, for fucks sake, your body stiffening at the thought, meekly gaining the strength to slide your fingers back to the hilt of your nichirin sword.
“No need for that.” You paused at the sound of his voice, finding it calmer and smoother than before. You hadn’t even noticed he’d taken a step towards you again, “Does the girl have a name?” The corners of his lips tilted upwards, finding your general fear amusing. You knew he could practically hear the cadence of your heartbeat speeding up every step he took, every word he uttered.
“Y/N.” You spoke, voice cracking a bit under the pressure. Great. You not only look like a moron, you now sound the part. You figured that you could humor the demon a bit, finding an opening to either escape or beg for your life, either one as humiliating as the other. Though his voice again, snapped you out of your stupor.
“Y/N…” He began, in a low voice to test it out. He looked like he wanted to get closer, though, your heart had been thundering so hard that he stayed in place. He flicked his eyes to your chest, then upwards at your eyes. “You don’t need to worry about that, I won’t harm you.” He took one step in your direction, inhaling your scent as a visible change began to adorn his yellow eyes. That’s when you let your eyes take a look, finding the kanji upper moon etched into his left eye, the daiji three on the right. You swallowed, breath hitching as you leaned your upper body back. He let himself get closer, demonic eyes slightly darkening as he took in your figure. For the life of you, you couldn’t move your feet. The closer he got, the stronger the heat of his sweltering pressure began to covet you. His upper body, parallel to yours, lowered so that his eyes could level with your gaze. He was close enough to hear the rushing of your blood under your pretty skin, throat tightening as your airways began to give out. Your chest rose and fell at an almost unnoticeable pace in an effort to control it all.
“Do you feel fear when you see me? I wouldn’t blame you, most of you slayers do.” He’d utter the word ‘slayer’ with a bit of a scornful tone, though the rest of it seemed comforting?
“I…I am afraid, yes.” Was that all you could manage to say? A smile began to form on his face, a real one. A genuine curl at the edges of his lips, fangs beginning to bear and the uncomfortable thought of them sinking into your flesh any second now alarming your nervous system. His eyes pierced through your own, relishing in how good of a view he had over you. He seemed fixed on you, looking at you as if you were some flower to pity. “Then why do you not run from me? If you are truly afraid, why do you still stand there? You're within my grasp, I could kill you at any waking moment.” He felt confident with the general threat of his words, though there was something else you couldn’t quite pinpoint. As if he weren’t serious, which gave you a bit of faith in yourself to grow a spine.
You began to gauge every possible outcome at the moment, not moving an inch in your stance. “You could chase me, outrun me and laugh in my face about it. You’re an upper moon, I can’t outrun your speed.” All while you spoke, he began to trail his eyes down your form again, noticing your haori, your uniquely colored nichirin sword and taking special interest in your skin. Nothing interested him more than your neck, his eyes flaring at what seemed like the thought of taking you .
“Fair point…” He trailed off, letting you gain a bit of air as he moved beside you. There was a certain heat emanating from his body that you didn’t think was quite possible for a demon. There was something so intriguing about him, considering his unique palette and overall humanistic features. Was that supposed to be the difference between an upper moon and a regular demon? He couldn’t have looked over the age of your own, sculpted through the very little clothing he wore. The linear tattoos of his face curved through each of his eyes, below his ears, and over to his temples. There were lines everywhere. You began to ask yourself if they reached places you couldn’t quite see and considering that there was another blue line running from the parallel ones adorning his neck, you may be right.
The sleeveless, dark purple-pink haori he wore was cut at his waist, the short fabric that was left open to expose his chest had shifted a slight the moment he appeared back into your vision. He grinned, as if enjoying the nerves that kept the blood rushing to your face. “I can hear your heart racing, y/n.” You felt his breath fan your ear, warmer than you’d expect. He trailed his lips down, a sudden cold meeting your skin that made your hair stand on its warmth. He was breathing you in, inhaling your scent as it made his gleaming eyes roll back into his head. “You smell divine.” A hushed whisper, as if telling himself that while he pulled his face just a bit to take in your features once again. “I wonder why that is…” His eyes darted between yours, the cold of his blue-tipped fingers reaching your jaw and squeezing slightly. That cold was instantly overrun by a warmth that had startled the both of you, making his hand jolt backward and your face twitch.
He blinked twice before responding, a mutter under his breath you couldn’t quite hear before his body had shifted backward. What the hell? If anything, that worsened your heart. You trailed your eyes down to his fingers, a sigh leaving his lips as he rubbed the tip of his index and thumb together. He scoffed, making you think as if you fucked up somehow. He simply stared at you for another few seconds, then closed the distance once again. Breathing you in once more, closing his eyes as the slightest shift in his demeanor took place just like before.
You cut him out of his trance, speaking meekly with an edge of curiosity, “What was that?” You asked, wondering just what the hell had him stepping back and getting closer within the span of five seconds. It seemed almost animalistic, the way he was acting on his instincts. He hadn’t cared enough to answer your words, choosing to slip his fingers back to your cheek, thumb tracing over the skin below your eye. You flinched slightly with the overall intimate contact, not expecting it to burn so warmly between the two of you. He found it comforting, though he wasn't relishing in just your scent, now taking special interest in the warmth of your skin.
The demon had indulged in countless women during his lengthy, battle-crazed life. Or at least you thought he may have, considering how easy it was to just touch you and stare into your eyes like they were special little gems he had the pleasure of discovering. You couldn’t quite react before he’d leaned in just enough to have his breath caress your lips, the action catching your heart in another wildfire that spread down your abdomen. You were a demon slayer, attracted to a demon. You’re mentally ill, it's confirmed. He hadn’t shared a word, clearly amused by the fact that you hadn’t tried to dodge him, and to his surprise, you even began to desire it.
It showed from the way your eyes would dart between his, much like he did to your own just seconds earlier. Trying to find the same solace in his own curiosity, you were met with the confidence of his gaze directly on your lips. He seemed like he’d already made up his mind, cupping your chin and pulling you towards him in an effort to taste you. You hadn’t had the chance to take another breath before he’d taken your lips, the cold of his mouth soon turning into a burning sensation as he let out the slightest puff of air into you. “What the hell…” He breathed, free arm snaking around your waist in an effort to pull you even closer. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated, even in your clumsy efforts to keep up. You couldn’t help but whine, the feeling of his hand on your lower back and his tongue making contact with yours, effectively turning you into a useless slayer. He smiled into the kiss, teeth making contact with yours for just a second as his forehead pressed to your skin, tilting his head slightly to better access the warmth he’d been missing so dearly.
He’d broken the kiss as soon as he felt your chest cave from the loss of air, small, yet patient disappointment following as he reminded himself that humans were so painfully delicate. The fact that you’d barely shown any hesitation when faced with him had very clearly painted a sort of appreciative aura around his face, a flutter of his pink lashes as they opened up to feast on the figure of you once more. “That was fine, right?” He asked, though the trance you were in was just too large. You felt stupid for giving in so easily to a demon, though you began to wonder if this was just another trick due to the fact that it just felt so good to indulge in his sweet, affectionate endeavor.
His hands lowered to your hips, pressing you snug against his loosely clothed frame. You nodded in an effort to at least respond with something. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He laughed, gently lifting you on the spot. His grip was tight, though mindful enough to not harm you. “How about we take this somewhere…not as cold? To help your little human body adjust, hm? Get to know one another better.” You swallowed, clearly not too originally fond of the idea, considering you just met him. Though that warmth from earlier was still blooming in your abdomen, filling his notion of being a pitiful flower.
“What? N-no wait…Hold on.” Your hand had unconsciously moved to wrap around his nape, resting against the opposite shoulder in an effort to stabilize yourself in his grip. “We just barely know each other I– Are you serious? I don’t even know your name.” You caught your breath, letting your mind fall to the gutter as it earned him another genuine laugh.
“Do I look like I play around with this type of stuff, y/n?” You wilted a bit from his tease, though the mention of your name in his charismatic and smooth voice had watered you. “Akaza, upper moon three.” It was a brief introduction, his name making rounds in your head as he began to walk with you in your arms. It felt much faster, long strides taking him further into the dark of the forest as the speed of his demonic power clearly seemed intentional in taking you to a place where no potential life could remotely disturb the two of you.
It had taken no less than a few minutes to bring you towards the entrance of a small cave, warmth filling your senses as you felt steam roll off a nearby spring. His hold was so gentle, clear intent in keeping you comfortable as he brought you here. You almost wondered if he’d put his innuendo into effect, would you even mind? “I’m surprised you’re taking this all so well.” He cut off your train of thought, your eyes moving back to his, though shying slightly from his gaze as he was already staring at you. “You haven’t resisted, I can’t say I’m disappointed. It’s much more fun when the two of us enjoy it, correct?” What the fuck is this guy saying?
Was this just no big deal to him? Snatching up a random girl and having some fun cave time with her and leaving? Did he plan to eat you up after all of this? What the fuck… You stared at him stupidly for what seemed like an eternity, though he only blinked back at you, finding your unique reactions reminiscent of his past. “Earth to y/n…” He cooed, his hand squeezing the bottom of your thigh and effectively driving you out of what seemed like the millionth trance.
“What are your intentions with me?” You blurted, your lips never failing to embarrass your soul as he widened his eyes at how straightforward you became.
“I feel like it may be a little obvious…” He played around his words, setting you down to your feet and bringing his left hand to the small of your back, leading you into the calmly lit cave.
“Okay– Yes, smart guy, but why would you think I wouldn’t just be inclined to reject your… offer? ”
“Fair point, pretty girl, maybe I should make another offer? How does that sound?” He couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, finding your response cute. After your nod, he spoke up once more. “How about we become friends first? See where it leads…” He trailed off, great. Another innuendo. He was clearly not backing down from wanting to have you, unless you’ve made it explicitly clear. “What do you say, y/n?” He asked, his voice just a little deeper and gaining a type of seriousness that hinted at intimacy.
“I guess that would be fine.” You felt incredibly stupid now, your hand moving up at the buttons near your shirt, picking at the enamel pin that signified your position in the corps. The same demon slayer corps that you’ve felt you’ve become a traitor to, reminding yourself of the fact that you kissed a demon who’d clearly had the ability to take countless lives. You walked towards the heat of the pond, lowering yourself to sit on the soft rock. Akaza followed suit, boring his eyes into your figure as he watched you. He had sat none too far from you, his vision clearly fixed on any of your movement.
“Friends it is. Now it’s your turn to move the conversation. Tell me about yourself, tell me what you wish to accomplish and I will tell you my goals.”
“What I wish to accomplish…?” You glanced at your nichirin sword, then back at him. Dude, you train to kill off his species.
“What do you normally like to do in your free time, assuming you do have free time and the corps allows you to have fun?” He met your gaze, grasping the memo as he found it humorous that you’d told him silently what exactly you wished to accomplish.
“Are you currently on duty? Or is this little chat somehow permitted? You must have free time, surely.”
“I was on duty until you practically snatched me up.” His lips hadn’t fully formed a smile yet as a small chuckle left him, finding your willingness for everything so intriguing. “To answer your question though, no, the corps don’t know I’m here. My crow is as useful as a dead leaf, wherever she is.”
“Oh, so I have you kidnapped right now? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He’d nonchalantly shifted a bit closer, his hand moving from the soft rock to the small of your back, making you stiffen under his touch. Why was he so comfortable doing this?
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, why is it that your measly little crow isn’t with us at the moment? Is it not trained well?”
“She was supposed to be trained well for communication purposes and such, considering that demon slayers do what’s in their name.”
He’d trail his fingers up, wrapping around the curve of your waist as the tips of his finger played at the hem of your shirt. God, what the fuck. “I see…So, do you like what you do? Being a slayer? Is it fulfilling? To slay demons like me?” He teased, pressing his side to you.
“That’s a very morbid thought, Akaza.” Despite his increasingly intimate efforts, it felt natural. Too hot, enough to bring an ache to your lower abdomen and steam a warmth that began to swelter between your thighs. “I don’t like it…It’s just better to live fighting for safety than being afraid of uncertainty.”
“A valid point y/n, I understand.” He chuckled. “Would you consider yourself to be afraid when fighting? Or have you gotten used to the demons over time, now simply being a job to you?” He leaned in just enough again to press the whole of his chest to you, hand now flat on your waist as the tension bloomed. His breaths felt now warm against your ear, causing your vision to flicker on the pond parallel to the two of you. “Is there fear in your heart when I say I could kill you easily?” He whispered, clearly moving to get a rise out of you.
Fear was the last thing on your mind, if not it already playing at the arousal that began to dampen your underwear. Unfortunately, you still had to answer him, even if it had proven to be almost impossible with his figure so closely pressed to yours. “I know you can kill me easily. But the fact that you haven’t is telling, and the fact that you…kissed me earlier makes me feel a bit invulnerable. Though I’m inclined to be on guard, even if it’s meaningless considering your strength.”
"You are right, the fact that I haven't killed you yet is an indication that you are special to me. It's why I didn't kill you when I had the chance, you’re interesting." He stated with a grin on his face, as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and letting his words mumble into your skin. "Have you killed a lot of demons before?" He asked you in a slightly teasing tone.
“I-I have…just a couple. Not a lot. I’m…not very experienced.” How is anyone supposed to focus like this?
A tuft of his exhale caressed your neck, earning a shiver from you which had him chuckling again. It’s like he wanted you to find this interaction as fun as he did, choosing to slide his free hand over to your leg, leaning in even further if given the chance. "A couple? Just a couple...Do you regret killing those demons, or did you enjoy it?"
“I don’t regret it and I did not enjoy it. I said it earlier and I meant it, I do this to bring safety to me and…people who need it.”
As you paused in your sentence, his free hand had moved up to trail his blue-tipped fingers up the plush of your leg, thumb moving under your skirt as the rest of his digits met your inner thigh. Another part of his laugh had resonated in your ears, sending a signal straight to your already damp core as he spoke quieter. "So you kill me to protect them... That is how you view me? As a threat that must be removed for the sake of others?" You could barely breathe by this point, your hands strictly by your sides and holding yourself together to keep your posture upright, your fingers beginning to curl on the smooth rock below you. Just as you were about to speak, there was a dark change in his yellow eyes as he leaned his face in, capturing your lips in his.
“Are you aware of how strong your scent is to me?” There was a strain in his efforts, not knowing any of your delicately human limits as he loomed over you to place his hands firmly on your waist. He’d only allowed that amount of breath to seep into your lungs before he kissed you once more, wasting no time in shoving his tongue into the mouth he’s grown to enjoy listening to.
You’d pressed your hands to his chest, a noise fluttering directly as a signal to his already growing heat, pressing his hips between the thighs he’d trailed his hands down to. He lifted your right thigh, hoisting it over the fabric of his baggy white pants. His free hand had moved between the rock and your back, helping you arch your back as you searched for more.
He’d only parted to let you breathe, lips trailing down to your cheek and eventually the skin of your neck. He rolled his hips against yours, a groan vibrating into your skin which earned a whine from your lips. “You’re really something, y/n…” He praised, the same tongue you tasted just seconds prior was now beginning to drag along your neck, a heat like never before warranting a whimper from you due to a sting. He’d sunk his teeth into you, letting your sweet blood fill his senses as he seemed to grow almost feral at it. You pressed your hands just a bit harder against his chest, a gasp leaving you as you felt your blood trickle down your skin. His mouth leaving none of that behind as he licked up the rest of it.
You breathed, feeling entirely too warm as you met his gaze. He’d sat up only slightly, still loomed over your figure as his hands had fully placed themselves on your hips, grinding you on him. Your hands were trailing a bit lower on his chest, meeting his abdomen. Of all the demons you’ve met before, most wore at least larger items of clothing than him. “I’m aware that you don’t feel much cold, but why don’t you wear more than just this?” You spoke in a somewhat breathy tone, regaining your senses.
“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow at the sudden question, trailing his lips back to your throat. “I use close combat, so I have no need for a plethora of clothes.” Your hands had naturally found his shoulders, palms moving flat against the sides of his neck until he pulled back. He could hear how fast your heart beat at the sensation of his chest pressed to yours, his hands beginning to touch up your thighs and hoisting them around his waist, keeping his front pushed to the sweltering heat in your evergrowing arousal. “Besides, swords do not fit my style. I’m much better at using my hands…It’s more fun. ” His hands were attentive, leaning his upper body back to take a full view of your reactions as his fingers teasingly moved up your thigh, slowly and definitely taking his sweet time. He wanted to gauge your limits before he went higher, lifting your other leg over his shoulder and kissing the skin of your calf. As soon as he heard the peak in your heartbeat, he bit your leg, kissing it over and laughing softly. “You have the prettiest reactions, y/n. It’s intoxicating. ”
Despite the fact that you kept trying to formulate words, you couldn’t help but notice just how hard he was, controlling himself and teasing you for the fun of it. You cursed at him internally, the sight of his demonic eyes trailing over you like you were a gemstone had you like putty in his hands. “I never expected to find something so beautiful tonight.” He breathed, mostly speaking to himself when he’d lowered your leg to dip his lips higher. He kissed up the skin of your leg, the shallow of your breath keeping your chest rising and falling at a very noticeable rate. His fingers had carefully slipped your skirt off, being met with the dark of your panties that he’d just love to rip off. You’d unconsciously closed your thighs, being met with a noise of disapproval from his lips, an uncomfortable squeeze at your thigh. “Come on, sweetheart…Don’t hide from me.” He’d tuned his words just the way you like it, a whispery tone with an edge of desperation as he breathed you in, finding your arousal one of the most delicious scents he’s had the pleasure of experiencing.
You’d loosened your thighs, the change not going unnoticed as he barely had to apply any pressure to spread your legs back open. He kept his eyes on you, lowering his head and nipping at your inner thigh as a punishment for not looking at him. “Eyes on me.” He warned, a much stronger tone of voice now as his desperation started to bounce on his limits. “You know…” He trailed off, peppering a couple of kisses on your thigh as you moved your gaze over to him. “I don't plan on forcing you to do anything you might not feel comfortable with. What do you say I have a little taste and that's it, hm?" He smiled, baring his fangs as he’d earned a gasp from you. “ Pretty little sensitive thing…” He cooed, tongue dragging over the bite mark he left, moving his lips back up as his fingers curled around the thin of your panties.
“T-this is new, Akaza, I–”
“It won’t hurt, y/n. If that’s what you’re afraid of.” He reassured you, turning his voice back to that honeyed sound that made you melt under his touch. He moved up, pressing his hips back to yours and rolling them gently, reminding you that he was still just as aroused as you were, if not more. His lips found your neck again, teeth sinking back into your sweetened warm blood he couldn’t get enough of, your hands squeezing his shoulders slightly as a whimpery “Okay” followed. He’d practically jumped back into kissing you sweetly, as if letting you know he wouldn’t hurt you. He pulled back after hearing your whimper, smiling with a genuinely amused and affectionate look as he lowered his face back down to where he was teasing your inner thighs. “Feeling good, sweetheart?”
You couldn’t do anything but hum in response, your hands returning the affection as they curled into his pink hair, softer than you’d expected. His fingers wrapped around the thin of your panties again, resting at your hips as the heat of his mouth got closer and closer to your wet core. He pressed a kiss to the fabric that shielded what he wanted to touch so desperately, to hear more of your noises that felt like such a reward. His tongue trailed up your clothed slit, eyes still on you, embarrassingly enough. “What are you doing…?” Your breathing was so erratic that your voice was just a whisper, too afraid to ask him to just get on with it.
“Oh, would you like to try and guess, princess? Or do you need me to tell you straight up? You’re a smart girl, y/n, I don’t want to ruin the surprise.” This dick. You parted your lips to respond to his unnecessarily teasing tone, but a gasp interrupted any of your coded movements as his fingers lowered your panties in one swift movement. The cold of the rock underneath you sharpened your senses, gifting him with an arousing whine.
“Look at you, so pretty… ” He hummed, lips encasing your inner thigh once more as his fingers experimentally played with your sensitive bud, twisting them lower and gathering more of your slick as he teased your clit. You couldn’t help but move your hips with a breathy gasp, his grip squeezing you ever so slightly, warning you once again to not move away. Lewd noises of your moisture and arousal filled an echo of the cave, sounds like music to his ears as he took pleasure in making you feel good. He laughed softly from your whimpers, eyes trailing from your slit to your gaze, feeling so utterly exposed under his care.
If the embarrassment of his fingers rubbing sweet circles on you wasn’t enough, the echo of your moan had pushed your hand over your mouth to try and stifle any more of your noises. “Stop that.” He spoke harshly, ceasing his movements which caused another whine to leave you. “Hands off.” He ordered, not daring to resume any of his favor until you let him hear you. You swallowed down your nervousness, moving your arm over your eyes in a futile effort to save any of your dignity as he slowly inserted a finger into your tight heat. A low exhale left you, a pleased sigh leaving him as he spoke. “Good girl…” he hummed, the vibration filling your clit as he slowly moved his tongue over, adding a finger and pumping it in and out of you.
You couldn’t stop your thighs from trembling, nor your lips from spilling sweet, breathy whimpers that seemed to echo right into his ear. “There you go…” He smiled against your bud, slipping his fingers out of you and licking the taste of you right off of his digits with a pleased hum. He curled his fingers around your thighs, dragging you a bit closer to his face as he placed the whole of his mouth on your clit, causing little mumbled, incoherent sentences to befall your lips.
It’s like he was just choosing to taste you, enjoying himself as he found himself believing you were different. Better, unique to all others. Your taste, your smell, your movements, it was all different from anything he’s had the pleasure of experiencing before. That’s the reason he wanted to take things slow, experiencing and exploring you. You’d, in the heat of the moment, pried your arm off of your eyes, meeting his gaze once more. “What’d you want to say, love?” He hummed, adding that extra vibration as he continued teasing you with a form of pleasure that just wasn’t enough.
“It’s…embarrassing.” You breathed out, right hand trailing through his hair in a small effort to reward his own. Every movement of his was sending you through a drive, calculated and measured experiences driving you closer and closer. He moved one of his hands up to your hip, squeezing you softly as he groaned from the taste and sound of your moans. You had absolutely no idea just how hard he was after all of this.
“Just speak your mind, y/n. No need to be embarrassed.” He teased, though clearly wanting to hear your input as his tongue began to move just a little faster, teasing your slit and entrance until he moved it back up, causing a jolt in your hips as he teased your clit once more. You couldn’t help but choke, grip his hair tightly, and focus on not crushing his head with your thighs. “It f-feels good, Akaza.” You hummed, tune high pitched at the end as he took note of that.
“You’re breathing so heavily…Does it feel like too much, princess?”
“N-not too much, don’t stop... please .” You cried out, unable to control the whimper of your voice as you loosened your grip on his hair. He understood the assignment, bringing you closer and closer to that wave of pleasure that threatened to snap that warm band of overwhelming heat you’d only felt from your own fingers. But nothing was like this, nothing.
“So cute…” He breathed, teasing you as you let out your soft cry. He couldn’t get enough, moving his hand down to palm his erection that he’s had the displeasure of ignoring, even if waiting was just that much sweeter. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was, rutting his own hips against the rock in an effort to ease some of the precum that had been spilling from his throbbing length. He didn’t hold back, a groan leaving him as he squeezed your thigh, working you through your orgasm. You gasped once more, choking on the fact that you didn't want to scream.
“As loud as you want, pretty girl…nobody will hear you but you and I.” Your hips squirmed, doing his best to control them with one of his strong hands as the band finally snapped, a throaty mention of his name leaving your lips that had truly almost spilled him over the edge.
He muttered a couple of praises, licking up the rest of your sweet arousal until he moved back up and kissed you needily, hugging your waist as his erection rubbed into your sensitive core. You hummed, kissing him back as your thighs pressed to his waist. “Is…Is there anything I could do for you?” You spoke breathlessly and there was no doubt that he wasn’t burning the image of you in his retina. “I-I want you please you too, Akaza.”
“Fuck, y/n…” He breathed, biting his lip and lifting himself to a sat position. “You’re so pretty…” He whispered, moving his hand to cup his mouth and rub it down, enthralled by the sight of you. He’d regained enough of his composure to keep on the tough act, choosing to stay dominant before losing himself in you.
“If you wish to return the favor, shirt off.” It almost sounded like a command, too needy to be sweet. You nodded, following suit as you brought your upper half to closely meet his. Your fingers moved over to slip off your haori, unlatching the fabric as your fingers moved down and separated the buttons of your uniform. You could only feel trust, fervor, and gratitude for anything he’s done for you thus far, completely ignoring your sworn loyalty to the corps as you revealed the rest of yourself to this demon. His eyes trailed over the smooth of your skin, watching as you let go of the fabric with an intense gaze that almost looked too hungry to pass off as lust.
“You’re gorgeous, y/n…” He looked up, leaning in and kissing you softly before his lips trailed back down your neck, meeting your collarbone. You noticed the imprint of his erection, way too flush against his loose pants as he soon moved his hands back to your hips, pulling you back down to a laid position as he let his fangs graze along your skin, reaching your perky left breast that had hardened immediately due to the cave air caressing it first. Tongue swirling, your hand moved back to his cheek as he returned his lips up to kiss yours again. “I want you…all of you.” He breathed needily, pressing his erection against your exposed cunt in an effort to let you know just how much he wanted you.
As your body lay bare under him, he chose to join you. His hands worked quickly to lower his pants, your question from earlier being answered as you focused slightly on his dick. It did have tattoos… Blue linear ones, striped perpendicular to its length as the head was a rosy pink, very obviously neglected as it began to leak. As his eyes met yours, you looked away, so nervous to the point it earned you a shaky exhale.
He felt endeared, a smile playing at his lips as he muttered praise, “ You’re so cute, y/n…” The more he heard from you, the more he wanted. But he had an idea. “Tell me, have you…ever given yourself to anyone else?” His tone was gentle, without a hint of judgment in his voice as he waited for your reply. Head tilted softly as he continued to drink you in, his fingers curling around the small of your back and using his strength to bring you closer. He stroked himself slowly, teasing himself with the sight of you as his eyebrows began to furrow with need.
“No…I haven’t.” You answered sheepishly, looking back at him and flustering at the sight of him pleasing himself to you. He felt like the lucky one, like he was the one who won it all, to have such a beautiful woman in his arms, someone as pure as you... You had no idea what you did to him, what you were doing to him.
He almost groaned from the pure feeling of pressing his tip to your slit, teasing you up and down. He couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at your reaction, enjoying your sweet little gasps. A part of him wanted to take his time, another didn't want to hold back at all. His heart was definitely racing, this was something he was waiting for...he just didn't expect to find someone as special as you.
Slow as it might have felt, this was definitely going at the perfect pace for him. The makeup of your skin and carefully crafted reactions to his desire were already enough to push him toward the edge of insanity. "Just say the words love, let me know how much you need me." His eyes trailed over the canvas of your skin, silently praising every part of you in an act of worship, speaking to you with reverence.
As blunt as he said it, you were flustered. You thought about it dearly, taking into consideration all of his actions so far. You figured you might not be able to experience something so gentle as your first, so you pressed your hand to his cheek in a gentle caress as you spoke. “Please,” You began, bringing him close and allowing your hips to slide against his. “…I don’t want it to be anyone else anymore.” Your left hand went down to his back, right hand pulling his cheek just a bit closer as you practically whispered. Ghosting your sweet breath directly on his lips that had tasted you just seconds prior.
He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours, body pushed forward once more and allowing his tip to touch your entrance. "If it hurts too much, just speak up." He whispered softly, wanting you to make this moment count as much as he wanted you to. He found it entirely too easy to slide into you, a shaky breath leaving him as his eyes were practically glued to the sight of him filling you up. You, on the other hand, felt like he was entirely too big. A type of pain that felt so good you never wanted him to stop. As he bottomed out, his left hand gripped your thigh and pushed it up, throwing your leg over his shoulder as he chose to bury himself deeper into you.
He dove his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in and murmuring little praises as his act of worship only furthered, releasing your thigh so you could choose to wrap it around to his waist as he focused on hitting a spot that had you moaning his name. You wondered if this was ever going to be something more than just a one-off with an upper moon, asking yourself if this is what you've reduced yourself to, a demon's plaything above anything. Would you even object if every time was like this?
"Sweet girl..." He bit into you, tasting the warmth of your blood once more. "You have no idea what you're doing to me." As soon as he'd found out that every time he'd bite you'd tighten up, he'd leave little marks all throughout your skin. Either to ward off other demons or to claim you as his, you didn't care. Only focusing on the pressure that he built, his hand lowering to press onto your lower belly. He'd regularly let his hands roam, his fingers trailing up your back in an effort to help you arch for him. It's like he knew every part of you, gathering years of intel in just a few minutes, lowering his lips to tease your collarbone until his hand eventually found your breast.
The same index finger and thumb that had retracted the first time he touched you began to knead your soft mound, earning another moan that had him grunting at his pace, quickening himself ever so slightly as he began to lose control. "Fuck..." He breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you closer. You couldn't help but murmur his name a couple of times, praising him for the fact that he was hitting your spot so tightly, so quickly to the point where he almost ruptured that familiar band that kept your orgasm so tightly tucked away. "That's your spot, princess?" He called, angling his thrusts to bring you to that release you've been begging for. You couldn't help but nod, choked little sobs leaving your lips and straight into his neck as he held himself directly on top of you.
Taking your lips in his once more, it felt a bit rougher this time, much less calculated as he'd never found himself losing to a demon slayer so quickly. Holding your waist, pulling you to him, he bit your lower lip. Earning a gasp from you that had him groaning once again. You returned the gesture, always being the type to learn quickly. That ability never failed you, at least. You sucked on his lips, enjoying the little shiver and grunt he'd gift you as his fingers lifted to ghost over your face. His other was still tightly latched to your side until his thumb found your clit, rolling against the flesh in an effort to bring you and himself there. "Can you cum when I tell you to?" He whispered, nose flush against your cheek as he peppered little kisses down your skin.
"A-Akaza I'm..." You whine, not being able to hold on much longer. "Come on...just a few more seconds. For me?" He crooned, his laugh vibrating down to your pulse as he grunted. He hadn't so much as felt tired, but for you, he'd stop and curl you into his arms if you couldn't take it anymore. He took in your pants, pressing his forehead against yours as he gave you the signal to finally let go. His thrusts began to falter, gasping against you as his hips pressed flush to yours. He hummed with a bit of a strain, hearing your low cry reach his ears as you arched and clamped down around him in waves. As the two of you reached your end, his affectionate nature hadn't ceased for a second.
Your arms lift to wrap around his neck, holding him against you in an effort to catch your breath. Once you do, you blinked sleepily at him with your curious fingers trailing down the lines of his face. Knocked immediately out of your stupor, a familiar croak from a certain, cutely dumb bird meets your ears. "Morning!" Your crow had finally caught up with the two of you, beginning to circle around your head and eventually scaring herself from the echo of her voice amongst the cave. She stumbled into the pond, Akaza only taking his eyes off of you to meet the creature you'd briefly talked to him about. "So much for a measly little bird, hm?" He laughed, choosing to keep his warmth inside of you and hugging you just a little longer.
He lifted his eyes from you though, your crow having a point in shouting such a sharp, yet truthful word. The sun began to peek through the horizon, Akaza pulling out of you with a sensitive exhale, lifting his baggy white pants and immediately clothing you as well. He pressed another kiss to your temple, which felt too much like a goodbye.
"Will I see you again?" You asked, thinking you may be stupid as you met what should've been scary eyes. But how could you be afraid when he gazed at you with such warmth?
"What, think I'd just leave you alone after marking what's mine?" He took in your nerves, reassuring you warmly with a deviant smile curling at his lips. "I'm only leaving because the sun has unfortunately made its appearance," He'd finished latching your buttons together once again, flicking the enamel pin that belonged to the corps on your uniform. "But I'll see you again...I'll find you. I'll make sure of it."