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“Getting tired already?”
Akaza smirks up at you from where he’s sitting on your bed—his back resting against the headboard with his legs splayed out in front of him while—
You shake your head, sucking in a sharp breath through your mouth.
—While you’re in his lap, sweat beads down your forehead as you try to hold onto his shoulders with all the strength that you have, your fingers digging into his skin as you roll your hips against his.
When all he can hear is your breathless pants and see how cloudy your eyes are, he lets out an amused snort as he grips onto the flesh of your ass, nails digging into the plump skin hard enough to pull out a choked gasp from you.
“If I can recall,” Akaza drawls in that low, taunting voice of his, and he flexes the muscles in his stomach to lean forward until his mouth is only an inch away from yours, “just a few minutes ago, you were so eager.”
You let out a small whimper, feeling how his voice rumbles against you when he talks like that right against you.
“You were so desperate to have my dick inside you,” Akaza emphasizes by using his grip on your ass to pin you in place while he tenses his thighs, allowing himself to roll his hips up to push his cock a little deeper inside you.
You can feel his smirk widen against your lips, and all you manage to do is swear under your breath when you feel him stretching your cunt open even more—
“Now look at you,” Akaza darts his tongue out to run it over your lower lip, and he finds it cute how you still try to chase his mouth, “already tired and I can feel your legs shaking around me.”
You don’t even try to hide it at this point—you can feel how your legs burn and are ready to give out at any moment every time you lift them just before you sink back down onto his cock.
Akaza clicks his tongue. “And I thought you were supposed to have high stamina for a Hashira.”
When your eyes flicker to meet his, you narrow your gaze with your brows pulling down.
It’s not that you don’t have the stamina—you do, god, you absolutely do.
You were trained to the bone to have high stamina…
But that was for fighting.
When you had a sword to wield and needed to use your breathing forms.
You can uphold yourself in a long, tiresome fight until you take your last breath if you need to.
It’s what being a Hashira is.
You have the stamina to fight demons, it’s just…
“That’s not fair,” You murmur, sucking in a small breath when you feel Akaza use his hands on you to move your hips, making his cock move around inside you.
…Getting fucked by a demon is a different story.
Having to use all your strength in your lower body and stomach while having something so big—bigger than what you’re used to from the past—inside you, filling you up until you feel like your throat is full—
It’s a lot. Overwhelming. Extremely different from what you’re trained to withstand.
“What’s not fair?” Akaza raises an eyebrow, but his movements don't stop—his hips slowly moving with yours, making sure you can feel every inch of his dick.
“It’s not the same,” You huff out, using every last bit of your strength to keep on going, riding him until you feel the muscles in your thighs scream at you to rest.
It’s so much—
“Oh,” Akaza’s lips pull back into a grin, his fangs poke out and gleam a dangerous tint under the dim lighting in your room.
And fuck—you want nothing more than to just lean forward and run your tongue over his fangs.
Is that normal?
Hell—is any of this normal?
…Probably not, huh?
Akaza leans forward a little more, his hair brushes your cheek as he moves his head until his lips are against your ears, and his voice is so low, teasing, and throaty, as he murmurs, “Is my cock too much for you to handle?”
God—
“Can you not take it anymore?”
You let out another whimper, your hands sliding to wrap around his neck to hold onto him, and you duck your head into the crook of his neck.
Taking that as a sign to continue, Akaza wets his lower lip, feeling pride beginning to bubble in his chest. “You know,” he sighs, feeling himself twitch inside your warm cunt, “I would ask if you wanted to stop, but sweetheart—” he pauses to bury himself as deep as he can, making you let out a small cry and cling onto him even more, “I don’t think you want to, now do you?”
Despite how spent you are—especially after he already made you come twice before this—and how much your entire body is aching—
He’s right.
You don’t want to stop.
It—he—feels too good. He’s able to reach parts inside you that no other guy that you’ve been with was able to achieve.
It’s addicting and you just can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.
Akaza’s teeth gently graze over your ear lobe, his voice vibrating pleasantly through your body, “I can feel how wet you still are," and it’s the lewd, wet sounds that your bodies make every time he sinks back into you that serves as a testament for how wrecked you still are.
He moves his lips down, spreading goosebumps over your neck when he glides his tongue—wet and hot—over the bend of your neck. “Creaming all over my dick like a little slut that you are.”
At this point—you’re not even moving on your own anymore.
You’ve acknowledged that your body just can’t do it—letting your entire frame slump against his.
Which is more than fine for Akaza, as he simply continues to use his hold on your ass to move your body—and even that feels good for you because he manages to have your clit brush against his lower stomach with every thrust he makes, causing small sparks of heat to rack through you.
Akaza doesn’t try to hold back the smug smirk that crawls onto his lips—and despite you not being able to see him, you can hear the victory in his voice. “I guess you should feel proud that you lasted this long.”
It’s not like he doubts your ability to stay strong for a long time.
He knows how resilient you are—how hard it is to wear you down.
It’s how you two ended up where you are now in the first place.
He saw the potential in you when he witnessed you fighting one of the other Upper Moons.
And he was intrigued by you, to say the least.
Akaza grazes his teeth over your neck, his fangs making their presence—acting as a warning for what he’s capable of seriously hurting you if he truly wanted to, but also as reassurance for showing you that he would never actually do it.
That you are safe and he will take care of you.
“Taking me so well despite it getting difficult for you,” it’s funny how fast he can switch from degrading you to showering you with nothing but praises within a matter of seconds, his voice sounding dark but sweet like it’s been dipped in chocolate, “being such a good girl for me.”
Just hearing those words makes you clench viciously around him, which pulls out a low groan from him, his breathing getting a little heavier than before.
His hands move to hold onto your hips in a tight grip, making you gasp, and he holds you in place while he bucks his hips up again—circling his hips to make his cock drag inside you while adding stimulation to your clit from his navel.
“Maybe I should reward you,” he murmurs as he pulls his head back to take a look at you, watching you with determination as he admires every twitch in your face when pleasure takes over you.
All you do is moan, catching your breath and sliding your hands down to cling onto his bare chest, feeling overtaken by the twin sensation of feeling so fucking full and heat exploding in your stomach.
“Would you like that, sweetheart?” He asks while one of his hands moves to the bottom hem of your shirt, and your stomach clenches at the faintest brush of his fingers against it.
You’re not that sure what, exactly, he means by rewarding you—but you decide to widen your eyes, making it look a little more pleading in a way that he likes.
Because no matter what—you know that he always makes you feel good.
The corner of Akaza’s mouth ticks up, and his fingers slowly move up until he almost reaches one of your breasts—your heart rate speeding with every second he takes in touching you.
“I can fuck you until all you know how to do is scream.”
The moment those words leave his mouth—
Your eyes go agape—excitement thrills inside you at the mere thought of him doing that.
Of him essentially ruining you until you’re just screaming—most likely his name—while your mind is swimming in some blissful world. Knowing nothing but how he fills you up and splits you open in the best way imaginable.
But—
You don’t have much time to react to that because at the same time—
The very tip of his fingers move up and brushes over your nipple, causing you to let out a gasp.
“You would be a little mess,” He teases you while slowly circling the pad of his finger over your nipple, making the heat in your stomach grow and tighten into a ball, ready to burst at any minute.
He dips forward to plant a kiss under your jaw, making your entire body shiver with lust when he continues in a sweet voice. “You would look so pretty for me as well.”
That has you letting out a small whine, and he can sense the frustration in it, causing him to grin wickedly and pull back to look at you.
“Something wrong?” His fingers haven’t stopped moving around your nipple, adding more pressure to make your body spasm every few seconds, all while using his other hand that’s around your hips to help you grind on his cock.
You frown, your mouth slightly turning into a pout. “You like to tease a lot.”
“Do I?” Akaza doesn’t sound surprised when he asks that, his grin widening ever so slightly.
When he sees your frown deepening, that’s when he decides to take mercy on you—only a little, though—and grinds his hips up to pull out another moan from you, and some of your fluids begin to leak out and down his cock.
“I haven’t noticed,” Akaza simply lies, and you roll your eyes, but you don’t say anything else—too busy focusing on how stuffed you feel with him inside you.
His hand leaves your hips to reach for your hair to tuck behind your ear, and his fingers wrap around the back of your head so he can pull you close—finally capturing your lips with his.
You jolt at the intense stimulation from him flicking your nipple, his hips still moving to drag his cock along your walls—making you feel so satisfied and owned—while he deliberately sucks on your lower lip.
It makes you want to melt against him—give him all of the control and let him do what he wants. How much you trust him enough to take care of you until you’re too fucked out to even think coherently in the end.
It’s so, so tempting—
You let yourself relax into a shuddering breath, little gasps and pants leave your mouth with how much pleasure he’s giving you and he isn’t doing that much yet.
Akaza takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your parted mouth, kissing you harder and drinking down every sweet moan you make, causing his head to spin with growing need.
Fuck.
Never, in a million years, did you think you would ever end up here—letting a demon not only steal your breath by kissing you senseless but also by letting his dick reach so deep inside you that you swear you have trouble breathing because of it.
But—
Akaza slowly glides his tongue over yours, and it feels so obscene but you can’t help but moan in response, and you faintly move your hips so that your clit bumps against his body because everything feels so fucking good.
—You don’t regret how things turned out for you.
You don’t regret letting Akaza touch you that night months ago.
You don’t regret a single decision you ever made that involved him—and maybe that should be a warning.
A red flag that something is wrong with you.
But you just don’t. Care.
Akaza exhales a sharp breath through his nose, trying to calm himself down with how soaked and insanely warm you feel around him—how your pussy is practically drooling all over his cock, made the worst with how beautiful you sound against his mouth.
And yes—he is a demon. He has high stamina, and strength, and can last for a while.
But you, for some reason, make it nearly impossible for him to keep it together for longer than he normally can.
Maybe it’s because your body has been responding to him so well, or how good you are at taking all of him when nobody else in the past could—
Or maybe it’s something else—something deeper for how he feels for you.
Something that he is struggling to deal with because it’s…new.
But whatever it is—all he knows is that he can’t keep teasing you like this.
He can’t handle restraining himself from not flipping your positions and fuck into you until he can see those pretty little tears spill from your eyes.
He wants so bad, and you feel so good, and—
Between giving you a long, thorough kiss, Akaza mumbles a soft, “Hold onto me.”
And you fail to hide the excitement that small sentence brings inside you as you smile against his mouth, arms coming back up to wrap tightly around his neck for support, and you kiss with so much eagerness because you have an idea of what’s about to happen.
It doesn’t take much for him to move you—the muscles in his arms flex against you as he holds onto you when he tips you backward, your shoulders and back hitting the soft mattress underneath you.
He never breaks the kiss, and you sigh contentedly with your lashes fluttering as he follows you so now he’s on top, his body slotting perfectly between your legs.
The only thing is that—he managed to slip out while moving you, leaving you suddenly empty—but that’s okay because within an instant—
He’s moving to hook his hands under the bend of your knees, and he uses that to push your legs towards you and against your chest until you’re nearly bent in half.
And when he goes back in—
It’s with a hard thrust—not too harsh to actually hurt you, but enough to knock the air out of your lungs and all you do is choke on a loud groan.
Holy fuck—
He pulls out slowly, dragging his cock along your walls until the tip of the head catches against your hole, and he gives you such an achingly soft kiss before he’s pushing himself back in—and it’s such a harsh contrast to how hard he is when he fucks you.
His hands slide down your legs until his fingers wrap around your ankles, and he moves your legs so that they’re resting on his shoulders, and from there—
“Fuck—”
You suck in a sharp breath at the slight change in position as his hands come down to the bed and rest on either side of your shoulder—
It’s so much.
Like this—with Akaza slamming into you without stopping for a second to breathe—
It feels like he’s fucking into your soul, and all you can do is hold onto him, your nails drawing harsh, red lines down his back that makes him hiss pleasingly.
(And god—it’s times like this where he wishes his body won’t heal so fast.
He wants those deep lines to leave a mark on his back—he wants to be able to keep them and look at them in the mirror, serving as a reminder of what he did to you in bed.)
“You’re so good for me,” Is what gets murmured into your mouth as Akaza kisses you so intensely, his voice coming out as a throaty groan.
And you want to say something in response but it’s so hard—
“Taking all of me like you were made for this,” There’s thick possession in his voice when he says that, and some part of you keens at the implication that he already thinks of you as his.
The next time he thrusts into you, his cock goes straight for your G-spot, and he stays there, rotating his hips to milk out a litany of swear words from your lips.
“Oh god—”
You’re so, so fucking close—
“For a demon to ruin you,” he bites onto your lower lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough to have sparks of slight pain shoot down your body, mixing with the mind-numbing pleasure growing from your belly.
“And look at you, never backing down from it,” Akaza chuckles breathlessly when he tries to kiss you but you can barely kiss him back—it’s all open-mouthed and sloppy, with you simply trying to survive the brutal movements of his hips against you.
He directs his head so you can vividly hear just how affected he is as well when his lips stop against the shell of your ear. “You really are a slut, huh?”
His voice rolls down your body, leaving a path of goosebumps and heat along the way that you begin to arch your back, pushing your chest closer to his.
You let out a wet moan, his name getting mixed somewhere in it, as you bury your face into his neck—and that seems to spur him on even more.
He picks up the pace, which makes your eyes roll back and all you can do is scream and hold onto him like your life depends on it—and every time he slams into you, some of your fluids gushes out of you and stains the sheets.
God—
“I—” You choke on a sobbing moan, trying to talk, but you can barely get a single word out without feeling like your words are getting punched out of you with every thrust of his cock inside you.
“What was that?” Akaza taunts you, and despite how affected he is as well—he still sounds more levelled than you do right now.
You whine, and your nails break the skin in his back to draw out pebbles of blood—and you swear he’s doing this on purpose, making sure you can’t say more than a few words because he always chooses to push his dick as deep as it can go inside your cunt whenever you open your mouth to talk.
“What were you trying to say, darling?” There’s that playful tone of his again, covered with something sweet and thick on the edge of it.
You groan, feeling like you’re ready to combust. “I’m—gonna—”
Oh, he knows.
He knows exactly what you’re trying to say because he can feel it with how much tighter you feel around him.
With how drenched you are that it’s just these lewd, squelching noises that fill the room as he fucks you.
He knows you’re close—you just need some stimulation on your clit to tip you over the edge.
He’s fucked you a few times before to fully understand how your body works, what it needs, and how he can push you past your limits.
It’s how he’s managed to make you cum more than once in a single night than any of your previous partners could ever accomplish.
Your entire frame shakes when you feel his slick tongue drag over your ear. “You’re gonna cum?”
Nodding your head, you take quick, short breaths while your orgasm steadily approaches you.
“You’re so close already, huh?” He shifts to put all of his weight on one hand while the other moves to your tits, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipple. “Gonna cum again after I already gave you two orgasms?”
Not that he’s complaining—he loves making you lose your mind in various ways, hearing you moan so shamelessly, and knowing that he’s the one who is doing it to you.
“You’re so needy, sweetheart,” he mocks with a croon, a smile in his voice.
His hand travels further down and over your stomach, loving how smooth and soft your skin feels against his rough hands and—
At first, you think he’s going for your clit to help you with your orgasm, anticipation rising as his hand lowers.
But then—
You feel a little lost when his hand stops right on your lower stomach instead, and it feels heavy like he doesn’t intend on moving any further down.
What the hell—
Akaza groans into your neck because fuck—he doesn’t have to add any pressure to feel the slight bump in your belly.
How he can feel his dick fucking inside you—that it’s so big it creates a little bulge—showing him that you’re taking him so damn well. How much of a good girl you are for him, and—
His orgasm is right there.
God—he’s not gonna last.
Without any warning, you feel his hand apply pressure to your lower stomach, and you don’t take it in what he’s trying to do until—
Oh, fuck—
Your eyes widen with realization when you feel your G-spot gaining more stimulation, the pressure almost becoming unbelievably intense that you let out a long moan, and he doesn’t stop—his cock rubbing against that area from the inside until all you see is white.
“I—fuck, Akaza, wait—” You squeeze your eyes shut, and your cheeks flush red when you feel like your bladder is about to explode.
Holy shit, are you really going to—?
All Akaza does is suck on your neck—something that he knows drives you insane—while he continues to push down onto your stomach, and you can feel the determination behind the strength of his hands on you.
“You—I think I’m going to—” You try to give him one last warning—but it renders useless with how hard he’s fucking you and—
It’s too late.
You don’t have the time to say anything else, your orgasm already beginning to crash into you with such intensity that all you manage to do is sob into his shoulder, feeling tears spilling down your cheeks as you accept what’s about to happen, and—
God, you feel so embarrassed and your entire body is heated when you feel liquid spurting out of you.
He tips his chin down to get a better look at what’s going on, and he curses under his breath at the sight of you squirting on his cock and him—making a mess everywhere.
And it’s that very image—paired with how you’re pulsating around him so deliciously while moaning his name—
That does it for him.
“Fuck,” Akaza lets out a low moan right near your ear and reaches to bite down onto your shoulder as he fucks you through your orgasm while he feels his hitting him so rapidly.
You scream in both pain and overwhelming pleasure when you feel his fangs pierce through your skin—he didn’t do it on purpose, he swears, but he can’t help it when his fangs are so damn big and sharp.
Everything turns into white, hot pleasure the moment Akaza comes inside you, thick spurts of cum spilling inside.
And because he’s a demon—it’s a lot. Meaning he fills you up to the brim, making you feel so stuffed with both his cock and cum, that you can barely move.
You don’t realize how violently you’re shivering until you finally come down from your orgasm.
You don’t realize it until you’ve stopped screaming and it’s just small gasps that you make, your arms feeling tired from holding onto him and scratching him so hard.
And Akaza is right there—whispering soothing words, kissing your neck and jaw so tenderly while using one hand to brush your damp hair out of your face.
You instantly lean into his touch, blinking wearily until all of your senses come back to you as you let out a little sigh.
“There you are,” He purrs, a smile curling at one end of his mouth.
Your eyes move to meet his, and you can’t help but feel safe and warm when you see golden-blue eyes gazing down on you with so much adoration.
“You okay?” He asks with genuine concern on his face as he wipes a few of your tears away with his thumb, silently thinking to himself how pretty you still look despite how wrecked you are right now.
You clear your throat, wincing at how much it’s already starting to hurt, and nod. “Yeah.”
He gives you one last look over before he glances at the bite mark he left on your shoulder, and immediately his face falls and he looks so guilty.
Shit.
“It doesn’t hurt,” You try to reassure him, one hand coming up to cup his jaw, your thumb rolling over his cheek.
Akaza doesn’t move his eyes, watching how red those small marks are around your shoulder.
He wasn’t careful enough to stop himself from biting you—even if the intention was because of sex, he still bit you.
He had a taste of your blood.
And it makes his stomach sink because of it.
“…And I’m still alive,” You add on with a soft voice, and that seems to do something because he finally has it in him to look at you, a slight frown on his lips.
You smile, all gentle and warm. “You could’ve done worse but you didn’t. You said you don’t kill women, right?” His eyes widen, and you go in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. “I trust you enough that you won’t break that.”
Akaza pauses, initially doubtful at your words—
“...” He swallows hard, letting out a slow exhale when he feels you try to deepen the kiss and put all of your emotions behind it.
It’s what helps to make him less tense.
Because you’re right—he doesn’t kill women—and he proved that to you many times before.
He doesn’t intend on ever changing that rule—and as long as you show him you trust him, it’s enough for him.
Akaza lets himself relax into the kiss—it’s languid, slow, with nothing else hidden behind it except for the mere need for comfort.
“...I’ll start a bath,” He mumbles before pulling away.
A small whine gets stuck in the back of your throat because—as much as you want to stay like this and let him kiss you until you feel dizzy from it—
You’re beginning to feel cold, and sticky, and the need to feel clean and change into new clothes sounds more appealing.
When he leans back and pulls out, he catches sight of his cum leaking out of your abused cunt. And he tugs on his lower lip when he sees just how much was inside you—sometimes, he forgets that it’s a lot more than what an average human male produces.
But fuck—
The view is so filthy, and he wants nothing more than to just put the thick liquid back inside you—maybe put a plug in so you can stay full of his cum all night.
That thought alone has his spent dick twitching—
Maybe next time he can do that.
For now, he simply leaves so he can bring back a warm cloth to wipe you before helping you into the warm bath that he’s made for you.
For now, his focus is on making sure you’re okay and taken care of—
And it’s not necessary, but he does get into the bath with you—insisting that he should help wash your hair.
You don’t fight him on it—the gesture is sweet enough for you to simply lie back against his chest while he does all the work. It’s calming, anyway.
And as he massages the shampoo into your hair, talking about something to do with spider lilies and the sun, you let your eyes close and you can’t help but smile at the life you have right now because—
Who knew that becoming a demon slayer could lead to this?
Life is just full of surprises, isn’t it?