#upper moon three

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.”

His eyes glossed over the view outside the window, his eyes sparkling beautifully. You don’t point it out though, bumping against his shoulder instead, your chin on his broad shoulder. His arm instinctively wrapped around you, scooting you to sit closer against him.

“Hey,” you grinned at him. He perked up slightly at your voice and turned his attention to you. “Hmm?”

You scrambled your cheap headphones out of your pocket that only works when you bend the cable a certain way. Hakuji snorted at the sight and took one of the earbuds, knowing this routine already. “I really should get you a new pair. This is just sad at this point.”

“They work so shut it.” You nudged your elbow against his sides and plugged the cord in, already scrolling through your phone to find your usual playlist. Hakuji grinned and shoved the bud into his ear, waiting kn the music.

You looked adorable like this, do you know that? He probably doesn’t tell you that enough. As the sunlight peeks through the glass windows, your hair is shining and you nibble on the skin your lip like usual.

Hakuji smiled slightly. He didn’t even notice when the music started playing; his attention was all on you.

“Sorry not sorry but you’re going to suffer through another phase of—“ You were interrupted by his fingers brushing through your hair briefly. You both stared at each other as your faces heated up. Immediately he withdrew his hand.

“Sorry.” “No, do it again!” “Huh??” “That was romantic! Do it again! We’ll be that stupid couple that makes out in public and-“ “U-Uhm- this our stop. Let’s just go.”

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!

I have a flufftober ask for Kyojuro but since I kinda just wrote about him I wrote for the demons instead <//3 I’ll write the Kyo request tomorrow though, it’s super cute! Also I always wanted to share headphones with someone on a subway but I neither have cable headphones nor a boyfriend lmao. Also shy Hakuji is canon bcs I said so

Here’s the Spooktober again and the flufftober list <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK again!

Kokushibo:

• though internally panicking, looked just fine when he picked up on the smell of blood

• came to check and the silent panic vanished

• will eventually know when your period starts before you know it yourself

• has no problem going down on you, but somehow always end up balls deep inside you

you whined as the man pulled two fingers out of your cunt, satisfied with the way you were dripping both blood and arousal.

he held eye contact with you as he brought the two digits to his lips, pushing them past his lips and licking the blood off.

"it's more than sweet.." he uttered, all three pairs of his eyes narrowing slightly. you held back a needy hum, seeing him glance at you.

he let his kimono slide of his shoulders, your mind occupied by the gracefulness of his actions. the cloth fell to the ground, revealing the pale body you've seen many times already.

"now let me have you.." he quietly said, steeping out of the last piece of clothing. though your eyes were focused on the clothes piled beside him, he was completely focused on you.

before you knew it, the man was over you, strong arms caging you between them. you felt your face heat up, almost making you forget the cramps you were experiencing.

"look at me." he demanded - requested. despite the embarrassment, you met his gaze, the smallest tug on his lip indicating his content state.

you held eye contact with him until he had fully sheathed himself inside you. his hand traveled over your stomach, pressing down where he suspected his cock would be.

you gasped, trying to keep yourself from arching your back. with his hand still on your stomach, he began slowly thrusting into you, watching your face for any discomfort.

"is that it? are you feeling good like this?" he whispered into your ear, his voice lightly breathy. you didn't answer - he didn't need one, not when you were squeezing around him so tightly.

Douma:

• you know he takes advantage of situations that could be good for him and this is definitely one of them

• yes, sex is something he had come to enjoy, but this was totally different

• blood, he didn't even need to do anything

• free source of food for a week, definitely will eat you out, no way he'll use his cock when he can just fuck you with his tongue

this was perfect, you were perfect, everything about this situation was perfect to him. he had you right where he wanted, right at his mercy.

you, on the other hand, were exhausted and in desperate need of a break. when did this start? you couldn't even remember how many orgasms the man - the demon - has pulled out of you.

his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy, watching you shudder and cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain. he was too focused on his actions to notice the way you were weakly tugging at his hair, trying to stop him.

"so sweet, my little follower." he muttered against you, eyes finally opening, just enough for them to be lidded. he looked at you, realizing that the blood had decreased over time.

"don't tell me you're already finished? i thought you were going to give me more - show me your respect." he laughed, knowing that you could barely react to his words.

tears had started falling down your cheeks a long time ago, not sure how to handle any following orgasm. yet you couldn't move, body cramping up every few minutes while his arms pressed you against his face.

he didn't care how messy it got, a mix of slick, spit and blood staining his lips and chin. how could he care? you were divine.

if there was anything close to a god, it had bestowed him with the pleasure of getting to taste you every month.

your weak cries pulled him out of his thoughts, feeling you convulse and tremble once more, cooing at the orgasm he pulled out of you.

"look, there's more! i knew you had it in you, little follower, now be good and give me even more." he chuckled, kissing up your thigh until he was ready to dive into eating you out again.

Akaza:

• panicked when you got your first period and he didn't know of it

• first thought: danger, first thought after finding out you were on you period: nonexistent

• knew you were in pain and does his best to help, but keeps away from sex for quite some time

• eventually gives up because he can't resist your pleading

• enjoys it, but constantly worried

you watched him wipe the blood off his chin with the back of his hand, licking the rest of his lips. the action alone made you shudder in anticipation, feeling him stand up to position himself over you.

"are you feeling better, darling?" he asked, his voice quiet, as if he knew it would hurt you. you were fragile in his eyes, at the verge of breaking whenever you felt like this.

he treated you with the outmost care, abandoning pride to ensure your comfort. feeling another cramp shoot pain through your stomach, you held onto him, squeezing your eyes shut.

"please.. i need you.." you breathlessly whispered, his warm hand coming down to rub soothing circles against your waist. his other hand helped him guide his cock towards your entrance.

"shh.. i'm here for you." he answered, rubbing his cock against the mix of your slick and blood, the action making you moan out quietly.

he let you hold onto him as he pushed in, whispering words of praise and appreciation. the man didn't stop until you took him full, quietly grunting at the way you were squeezing.

"you.. you have to relax, darling. you're squeezing me so damn tight.." he groaned, letting his head fall down.

his hand let go off your leg, rubbing circles against your clit. "a- ah.. relax for me, darling. relax so i can take care of you."

he made sure to put your pleasure above his, to ensure your safety, your comfort. you gifted him the opportunity to eat you out, to taste you in such a special way, he needed to make sure you were doing good. it was only fair in his opinion, this wasn't about him, he could hold himself back if it made you feel better.

nevertheless, you didn't mind thanking him once your period was over, making sure to give him the pleasure he made you feel.

Whipping through the night air, your blade could have sliced the wind, but it got stuck on the scarred skin of his forearm. Akaza didn't flinch even a little. And under the moonlight, his teeth gleam as he grinned widely, as if he had been anticipating your exertion.

“Go on, Slayer,” he drawled, twisting away before you could strike again. He didn’t counter, didn’t lash out—only circled you, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Swing until your arms give out. Cut until your hands bleed. We both know how this ends.”

With your jaw clenched, you steadied your sword. It was true what he said. That is the current case with him. You battled him over and over, but your blade never managed to land the fatal blow, and his claws never managed to tear you to shreds.

Akaza leaned in close enough for you to feel the heat rolling off him, your blade just grazing his chest. “See?” he murmured, wicked and soft at once. “You can’t kill me… and even if the world burns, I won’t fight you. So tell me—” his smirk deepened, dangerous, “—what are you going to do with me now?”

"Don't mock me… demon!" you replied, emphasising that word as if it was a curse. But then, you know you can't stand any longer. You have chased him in the forest and even across the river. It's not like you are chasing death. However, it is important to finish this demon who has been pestering the town… in search of something.

Yet that chasing was before you realised that this demon in front of you was actually the Upper Moon Three. It's too late to back down, and even if you know you might die tonight, you tried your best to keep him here, maybe until the dawn breaks.

"I told you already… I'm Akaza. And I'm not mocking you. You're doing well for someone who's in this weak state."

The cold wind blew, making your strained muscles hurt more than before. Yes, you didn't acquire any deadly wound, aside from scratches from running through the forest, but your body is almost at its peak due to exhaustion. Before you could even blink, the Akaza appeared beside you, swatting away the nichirin sword from your trembling hands.

Shit… I'm done now.

But in your astonishment, the finishing blow never happened. Instead, Akaza leaned in your ear, his breath fanning over your neck, and whispered something that you didn't expect.

"What's your name? I want to know you better."

With your eyes wide, you suddenly jerked and managed to landed a punch on his face. "Fuck you! Demon! You don't need to know my name!" You said, jumping away from him to retrieve your fallen sword.

Once you had your sword in your hand, you suddenly ran and charged towards Akaza. He scoffed, smirking at your seemingly reckless move, already knowing your next step. The moment you closed the distance, the night air cracked with steel.

“Flower Breathing, First Form: Unknowing Fire!”

Your sword flashed in a swift, merciless arc — a strike so clean and sudden it might have cleaved through any other demon without resistance. But Akaza only tilted his head, the blade cutting past his cheek, scattering a few strands of pink hair. His lips curved into a grin as though the near-miss was a gift.

“Fast,” he murmured, eyes glittering with predatory delight. “But if you were a man, you'd be on the ground right now.” His claws flexed but didn’t strike, hovering inches from your throat before pulling back.

He leaned in just enough for his words to sting more than the danger of his touch.

“Go on, little flower… show me how many times you’ll swing that blade, knowing you can’t kill me.”

"I will kill you… Akaza. Even if it costs my life!"

With rage and frustration painting your skin red, you tried to swing your sword once again. Yet Akaza trapped your wrist mid-swing, twisting your sword away but never hurting you. His face hovered just above yours, his voice low and ragged.

“I can’t fight women… but don’t mistake that mercy for purity. There are plenty of other things I’d do to you.”

"Go away!"

You tried to escape from his grasp but even if you used all your strength, you can't still make him let go of you.

“You fight beautifully. Too beautifully to die here. Come with me instead. Be a demon and we'll have all eternity to do this.”

She glares up at him, refusing to flinch. "No! Let go!" you complained as you kick him hardly on the knee, but he seem to be undisturbed. Desperate times requires desperate measures. An idea suddenly came to you. If Akaza wouldn't hurt you for being a woman, why not use that advantage over him?

Suddenly, you stopped squirming from his touch, which left him dumbfounded.

"Oh? Done complaining already? Are you ready to come—"

Before he can even speak further, you slam your lips against his cold, pale ones, shushing him from speaking another word. It was a shocker, yes, for the Upper Moon Three, but realisation came into him. You're going to use this as an advantage to kill him.

But then, instead of escaping—as, of course, he doesn't want to hurt you—Akaza's grip on your hand tightened, perfect to hold you in place but still not enough to hurt you. He kissed back with the same intensity, pulling you closer to him as his free hand ran down to your ass, groping it under your skirt.

You never know how much he longed for this sensation… He has been a demon for decades, but he had never touched anyone like this… Even if Akaza would deny it, he seems hungry for this kind of intimacy, and he can't explain why.

His actions made you stunned, but of course, you won't back down. As you let him kiss you, you pull a nichirin knife, ready to attack. Yet, you just blinked, and in a moment, your sword and the knife you were just holding flew away from your hands.

"Fuck you, Akaza!" you said as you squirmed once again from his grasp. But then, Akaza smirked and carried you to a broken pillar, pinning you there.

"Mmm~ You finally said my name. That's good to hear. But I'm not done with you."

You had the faintest idea of what will gonna happen to you… His words, his actions, the hunger and lust in his eyes right now say it all. He'll ruin me.

But for some reason, you felt yourself getting weaker in the knee, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

Before you could even move, Akaza slammed his lips against yours once again and ripped open your uniform, revealing your hard tits, which he immediately groped, playing with your nipples. A moan escaped from your lips… You're going to be fucked by an Upper Moon right now, and yes, the thought of it made you wet.

"Tell me your name…" he muttered between sloppy kisses, and as if you were drugged, you revealed it to him, as if in an act of submission.

"Y/N…"

"Mmm~ Y/N… *slips his hand inside your panty and touches your wet slit* do you want me to continue?"

Nodding in desperation for his coldness, yes, his body felt cold against yours, but it burnt through your facade… Your world is now fading in front of your eyes as you submit to this demon.

You know it's wrong, but, like how all sins can bring you pleasure, you wanted this… somehow. You've been aching for this type of intimacy, just like Akaza. You just didn't expect that you'd be getting that pleasure now from your sworn enemy.

With your consent, Akaza licked your neck as he slid his finger between your folds, spreading them open as he tried to reach for your wet hole. You wanted to bite him, to scratch and wound him, but you have no strength to do so.

Your legs gave in, and you deliberately spread them wide to give him more access to your cunt as he sucked on your nipples hardly, slurping the non-existent milk from them. Akaza's thumb brushed on your clit as he inserted two of his cold fingers inside you, a mock escaping from his mouth.

"If I knew you would submit like this, like a slut, I would've fucked you earlier."

You just moaned, using your hands to yank his hair and pull him closer to you as his tongue lapped on your nipples like a thirsty dog. His fingers caught you in fire; you are almost at your limit.

The forbiddenness and the mistake you are committing right now can get you killed in an instant, but as if you're under a curse, an aphrodisiac, you don't care about that anymore.

"Fuck! Fuck Akaza! I'm gonna cum!"

You screamed, pulling him by his hair, only to slam your lips against his as you felt the fast thrust of his fingers in your worked-up cunt. You know you'll regret this soon, but for now you want this; you want to be fucked by this Upper Moon Three. And that's what you are getting right now.

"Cum… fucking cum for me…"

"Yes! Yes!"

Heat built up in the pit of your stomach, and before you could even stop it, a gust of ecstasy blanketed you. You squirted on Akaza's fingers, panting as you kissed him harder, seemingly asking for something more—something bigger and harder.

"Cock… cock please…"

The demon was astounded with your words and actions. But yes, he liked it. He loved that you're just as hungry and thirsty for sex as him. Feeling the pride of his creation, he pulled down his pants without pulling away from your sloppy, needy post-orgasm make-out session.

"I'll fucking fill you up… Y/N."

And without any further words, Akaza lifted you up using his strong demonic hands and kissed your neck lewdly as he positioned and pressed his hard cock against the opening of our still-wet-and-hungry cunt.

The tip of his cock, firstly filled you, making you moan once again like his slut. He smiled, loving how you react. Thus, Akaza went in deeper, carrying you as he thrust in and out of you. With your mouths interlocked with each other and your tits rubbing against his chest, you felt the pleasure you've been longing for.

A demon's cock.

Upper Moon Three's cock.

And yes, as if he had been the incubus that you have been waiting for, you seemed to be ready to give up everything just to feel this cock over and over again.

Your lewdness and the dirty sounds escaping from your mouth made Akaza release a guttural growl in your ears, wanting to break you beyond any fix. But he stopped himself. He can't break you. Not now. Not when you are just a mere human.

And so he did his best to control his strength, yet gave his best to make you cry and moan and be crazy for him and him only. Akaza wanted a companion like you, and he wants you to realise that you'd need a companion like him too.

So then, he thrust more and more, harder and harder—but just enough to not kill you—like you screamed and wanted for. Like animals mating in the forest, he fucked you, not minding how noisy and messy both of you are right now.

Sweat covered your body, and as he thrust inside you, balls deep, you suddenly felt the warm sensation within your body once again. Your pussy is tingling to cum. And so is Akaza.

He thrust his veiny, hard cock deeper now, reaching your G-spot over and over, which made you scream and bite his neck. He loved this.

As the pleasure built within the both of you, Akaza looked into your eyes and…

"I'm… ugh… filling you… fuck! Now!"

And with that, you felt how his supposed to be cold seed flowed inside of your womb, as his cock massaged your cervix with his intense thrusts. It felt… hot… burning but so… pleasurable!

And with that, you squirted on his cock, saying, "Akaza… Akaza! Akaza! Yes! Yes!" as you cummed harder this time.

Your fluids mixed as your tongues fought for dominance. It should be your sword against his, but now, you're the one pierced by his demon cock.

As the sensation faded and your mind cleared, you realised Akaza pulled out already, leaving a cold spot inside you. "Akaza…" you muttered once again as you felt him laying you down in the clear spot beside the broken pillar.

You can't open your eyes well… but you can feel how his hands run on your face and how his lips plant a soft, gentle kiss on your trembling ones. You wanted to call his name again, but then he stopped you with another soft kiss.

"Rest. You're too beautiful to wilt here, my little flower."

"Where are you going?" you asked as you saw Akaza—already dressed up like nothing happened—stand up. "Aka—"

"And don't say my name again… even if the world burns. Don't say my name until you… choose to be my companion. Only summon me if you want to be with me for all eternity."

And with that, Akaza is gone, and so is the night as the dawn starts to break.

You sat up and tried to close your top with the rest of its functioning buttons. You looked around… Akaza's really gone.

There and then, you realised how lonely it is to be alone once again. But with your sin just tonight, you'll need to repent… to do everything just to erase all his warm kisses on your skin.

But is that really what you want to do? Or will you… call his name even if the world burns as a consequence for it?

𝓐𝓴𝓪𝔃𝓪… 𝓐𝓴𝓪𝔃𝓪… 𝓐𝓴𝓪𝔃𝓪…

I'm having Muzan/Kokushibo/Douma flashbacks! Hahaha!

Oh well, that was intense XD And I hope you loved it! This is my first Upper Moon Demon fanfic soooo I wish I did some justice even a bit XD

Anywaaaays it is sooo late now and I am so sleepy XD Thanks again, Anon!

See you soon on my next fics! Alsoooo, check out 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 and 𝑶𝒐𝒑𝒔… 𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒘 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (Sanemi's ver soon!)

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~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸