Akaza makes a face.

"Of course not." He says, but he says it as if he can't imagine you actually wanting to do such a thing. "I don't want you to feel like you can't live your own life," he looks away from you. His voice grows... sad. "...Just because I'm here. If you ever want to... move on... it's okay."

His voice was strained. Akaza's arm tightens around you as you consider his statement. His fingers idly trace circles on your hip. It's warm under the futon.

Your life was unremarkable before Akaza. So much so, you have trouble imaging going back to the way things were. You look forward to seeing him come through your window during the day, to sitting and eating while he told you stories of his adventures. To the promise of a warm body next to you most nights. You look forward to his laughter, his smile, his companionship. Could you ever go back to days and nights alone?

More so than that... could you even see yourself doing those things with anyone other than him?

Your hand on his cheek makes him look up at you. His golden eyes soften as you lower your face to kiss him softly. Your hair falls over your shoulder, creating a curtain to shield you both from the outside world.

"Akaza," you say, pulling away slightly, "If I ever wanted to get married, I'd want to get married to you."

His eyes widen. "...What?"

"I don't want to have a 'normal life' if it means you aren't here," you continue, "I don't want anyone else. I just want you."

Akaza searches your face for the truth. When he speaks, his voice is soft. "So you... you'd marry me if I asked? You'd say yes?"

"Yes!" you say, laughing a little.

Akaza cradles your head in his hand. Instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to kiss you, hard. There's a need there that wasn't present before. You moan softly into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours. Heat builds up slowly in your stomach as he flips you both, laying you gently down on the futon. His mouth leaves yours, trailing down your neck to worship your skin.

"My wife..." he murmurs against you, "He'd never let me... But just the thought..."

You didn't know who 'He' was. But you can't even begin to wonder, because Akaza's made his way between your legs. You whine as he tosses one of your legs over his muscular shoulders. His tongue slides between your folds, circling your clit. You arch your back, gasping with pleasure.

"Ohh, fuck, Akaza," you whimper, running your fingers through his hair.

His thick fingers slide into you, pumping slowly.

"Say my name again," he moans, kissing you hard. "Cry out your husband's name."

You moan around his tongue. Your hands reach for his hips, pulling him closer.

"Akaza, please," You say breathlessly, "Please fuck me. I need you inside me."

Akaza's thick cock twitches against your leg just at the mention. He lines himself up with your pussy, rubbing his cock back forth, up and down your wet cunt. The friction is enough to make you come undone right, there, but you wrap your arms around his neck and pepper his neck with open mouth kisses.

"Fuckin' ruin you," Akaza is muttering, but you can't tell if he's just talking to himself. He slowly enters you, voice breaking off into a moan, "...Ahhh fuck... ruining my wife..."

You hook your ankles behind his back to pull him closer to you. His hips start thrusting slowly at first, nearly bringing you to tears with each deep stroke. His fingers travel down to circle your clit as he pumps you full of his cock. Pleasure blinds you and you move your hips in time to his, gasping as his other hand grips your waist in a bruising grip. His thrusts grow heavier, deeper, harder with every passing second. It's as if some beast has possessed him, driving him not to fuck you fast, but to fuck you slow and hard and deep.

His hands move to pin yours to the floor underneath you, fingers intertwining with yours. Your eyes travel the plane of his body, from his broad shoulders to the way his hips roll into yours.

"Akaza," you chant his name with open mouth moans, flushed face burning as he watches you melt under him. "Ah! F-fuck, oh--"

"W-where do you want me to come?" he asks, eyebrows furrowing as he fights back the ecstasy tingling up his spine as your wet, warm pussy swallows him whole.

"I-Inside," You beg, "P-please, fill my pussy! Ah--!"

Something in him snaps. Akaza lowers his head to your neck, moaning into your skin as he fucks you harder. Your orgasm slams into you and you arch your back, crying out. Akaza squeezes his eyes shut, hips stuttering as he pumps his semen into you. He collapses on top of you, breathing heavily.

The two of you rest there for a moment, breathing together. He slowly pulls out of you. You whimper at the loss, and then again as you feel his cum leaking out of you. Akaza rests his forehead against yours. His smiles at you gently.

"...So you'd actually marry me? Even though I'm a demon?" Akaza asks. Admiration fills his gaze.

You press a kiss to his nose. "I'm already yours. We just need to make it official."

Akaza rolls over onto his back. You shift over to snuggle up next to him, using his bicep as a pillow. He brings his arm around you, gently rubbing your arm. Akaza tucks his other arm behind his head and stares up at the ceiling. He smiles.

Kaigaku knows very well how to rile you up. He'll run his hand up your thigh while you're meeting with Muzan, knowing damn well he needs to behave in front of the boss. Kaigaku hates behaving, however-- and you have to teach him a lesson about how to act.

He knows exactly how you are; You like a challenge, and he likes knowing every time you'll have him cumming until it physically hurts him. He bucks every one of your commands because he knows you'll punish him accordingly.

It drives him crazy when you use his choker necklace as a collar. You hook your fingers under it and yank him closer, and he just looks up at you with sharp teeth and dark, lust filled eyes.

Gagging is a frequent activity. That filthy mouth of his is both a blessing and a curse. He knows just the right thing to say to make you wanton. Shoving your undergarment in his mouth is more than enough to shut him up, though. He always looks at you with a satisfied gleam in his eye once you stuff his mouth.

"You brave enough to make me cum? Come on, you can do better than that." His condescending tone always falters the second you take off your belt.

You both know Kaigaku could easily kill you. And yet you often wrestle him onto the bed, pressing his face into the pillow while you stroke his cock between his legs. A delicious shiver always runs his spine right as he comes.

That's why you have him on his knees, hands tied behind his back, shirt unbuttoned just enough for you to drag the tip of your leather crop down his chest.

He scoffs. "You call these ties? I could snap these ropes in two."

You lightly slap his cheek with the crop. "Yes, but you won't, now will you? Be a good boy for me and lean forward."

Kaigaku's smile is infectious, sultry, and restrained. He lifts his chin defiantly.

"Make me."

You sigh. Your fingers catch his chin, and you press your lips to his. He melts under your touch. Two days apart from you on a mission and he's already barely holding it together. You might make him cum just by teasing him.

You barely pull out of his reach, smiling down at him. He tries to follow you, to capture your mouth once more, but you keep him in place with your hand.

"You're already so hard for me," you muse, tilting your head. "I don't think you'll last until you're inside me."

He opens his mouth to sass back, but his smartass retort is lost in a moan as you take his thick cock into your hand. You kiss across his cheek to his ear. He shivers as your teeth graze his lobe.

"It must have been so hard being on the road," you say quietly.

Kaigaku nods, breathing heavily against your neck as you pump his shaft in your hand.

"You missed me, hmm?" You ask.

He doesn't answer. You stop your stroking and he...whimpers. The small, meek sound is music to your ears.

Fuck, it's so hot to see powerful men on their knees. Putty in your hands, completely transfixed on chasing that high that only your quiet command could bring. He's completely submissive to you and you alone. He's dying to free his hands, run them along the backs of your thighs, make you ride him until you're both seeing stars. His shoulders shake with the tension, and yet he sits nearly perfectly still at your command.

"Answer me, Kaigaku," you murmur. He knows he shouldn't stutter, if he wants you to touch him.

"I missed you," he manages, pressing his lips against your neck. "Please... fuck, please just make me cum."

You didn't even have to tell him to beg. He must have been desperate to feel you around him. You smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"My good boy," you say to him, kissing him again.

Your hand starts again, squeezing and pumping him up and down. A broken moan escapes him. Spit falls from your mouth onto his rock hard girth, lubricating his skin to help reduce friction as you play with his shaft. Kaigaku throws his head back, moans filling the room.

You reach down to gently message his balls. Cum leaks from his tip as you pass your thumb over his tip. His hips buck helplessly.

"Fuck-- Ahh!" Kaigaku grits his teeth, "Fuck, I'm so close, don't stop, please--"

"Cumming for me already, baby," You pout, quickening your pace. "You were so sweet for begging for me, so I'll let you cum this time."

Kaigaku stiffens as he orgasms. White, hot seed spurts from his cock and spills onto your hand, the floor, his pants. Everywhere. He slumps against you, breathing heavily. You rest your cheek against his head proudly. Kaigaku turns his head to you. You bring your cum covered hand to his lips.

"Open," you say.

He obeys, tongue slathering over your fingers, licking up his own seed until your hand is clean. The sight is more than enough to cement a decision in your mind. As he attempts to move from his kneeling position, you grab the riding crop and stand over him. Kaigaku looks up at you, intrigued as you lightly slap his face with it.