His sharp eyes squinted, laughing out loud this time before his stare shifting back towards the door like he heard something you couldn't. Then his focus was back on you, cold and cruel.

You didn't need the background check to know he was dangerous. But you hated not knowing precisely what you were dealing with - especially when you had a feeling it would fill in the blanks. But Satoru had surely deleted it by now. Scrubbed it from anything you could find without leaving.

And if you left, then you'd basically be offering yourself up to Sukuna.

"Suguru's coming," he warned, and you felt the threat underneath it. If it came down to it, who would he believe if you tried to snitch? The girl that he slept with once? Or the his second-in-command? "Play nice."

You started to shake your head, to tell him that he was insane for thinking you would just go along with whatever narrative he'd like to sell.

"Unless you want that little video of you two out there."

Prick couldn't cover it.

And you were pretty sure he'd do it too.

Recording had been hot in the moment. But now that the sun had risen, now that you were reminded just how alone you were, it was just terrifying. It would destroy your credibility. Sure, it might get dismissed as a hoax. But it would wreck the story you'd sunk yourself into here anyway. Reveal where you were - and who you were with - to Sukuna.

You supposed the real question here was, who were you more scared of? The white-haired dickhead trying to what, blackmail you? Or the scarred asshole who would probably prefer to see you beheaded?

The door opened, and you held your breath.

Acutely aware of how you were positioned, pressed against the filing cabinet with his best friend too close right as Suguru walked in, worried about what assumption he would reach.

His antennas twitched.

Nose tilted up, mouth forming a grimace as his hypnotizing stare shifted from you to him then back to you.

"Mornin'," Satoru smirked, like nothing had happened. All chirpy and cheerful, letting his hand drift over your arm before he actually took a away from you.

You didn't miss the fact you were still within his reach.

"What's going on?" Suguru asked, obviously sensing something was wrong, but not avoiding addressing it.

"Caught our guest trying to get her stuff back," He chuckled, leaning down to ruffle your hair. You almost recoiled, forcing yourself to make a neutral face, not sure which he expected from you.

Suguru was looking at you, and you couldn't meet his eyes.

"Why?" He bluntly asked. You stared at his desk instead of him. Pushing your lips together while you tried to work out what to say, before you reluctantly landed on something that was a half-truth. About to tell him that you were supposed to contact your boss, but Satoru decided to speak for you.

"She was trying to leave," Satoru replied, and you didn't even get the chance to properly protest before you felt Suguru's disappointment. Like some physical illness, squeezing all your organs, twisting and turning them upside down as you searched your suddenly blank mind. "Got what she was looking for after all."

He was trying to say you just used Suguru. That you were slimy enough to sneak out in the morning after you had sex with him. Probably implying that you got the answers you talked about before solely through snooping.

You could feel the trust you'd slowly been building together starting to crack, lines spreading across the top and threatening to shatter.

"That's-"

It was like Suguru didn't hear you.

He was still staring at Satoru, like he could see something you didn't in those strange blue eyes of his.

"You're sure?" He said, and you guessed you were right. His faith in his friend ran deeper than his interest in you.

"I wasn't going to leave," You quietly argued, slipping in before Satoru could pipe back up. Your voice was weak, frustration filtering in as you struggled to sound anything other than small. "I promise, I just-"

You could see it in his face that Suguru wanted to believe you. The way his sharp features softened just enough to show his hesitation, but he was holding back. One of his wings fluttered, feathers shifting as his dark stare dragged back over you.

"What were you doing in here?" Suguru soberly said.

"I need my phone," You mumbled. You sounded guilty. You knew it, had conducted enough interview and talked to enough people on trial to pick up on the little things that incriminated someone - even when they were innocent.

"For what?" He followed up, his tight frown just making your fears run even more rampant.

"I'm expecting to hear from my boss today," You answered, and Suguru didn't reply immediately. Just watched you like he could discern what you weren't telling him.

"You could've asked me," He pointed out.

"You weren't there," You reminded him, heat creeping up your neck at the reminder that even after last night, after he let you see him, let you touch him, he still left you there.

"I think she's a liability," Satoru interrupted again.

"What exactly do you suggest we do?" Suguru was being sarcastic, but when you glanced over to Satoru, he was clearly hoping he'd ask something like that.

"Keep her downstairs for a couple days," Satoru said, only pulling back when he saw the way his friend flinched at the idea of keeping you as a hostage. Even if that's what you started here as. "Or her room. Just until we sort out what she knows."

You thought Suguru would say no.

But you were wrong about him too.

He let Satoru take you back, let him lock you up. You tried to stop it, tried to stammer and stumble through reasons not to, wondering how the hell it had gotten so screwed up since you woke up.

At least it was your room instead of downstairs.

"You can't just keep me in here," You huffed, hitting the door until your knuckles were sore. Satoru laughed on the other side of it, making it clear he would and could.

"Boss's orders."

Bullshit.

He was the one that came up with the idiotic idea.

You were fuming, the anger turning into a hot ball choking you up, making it hard for you to think, to form something coherent.

"What did I do to you?"

"To me?" He chuckled. "Nothing."

"Then-"

"It must be frustrating to look for information in all the wrong places," He dryly mocked, and you wanted to scream at him. To call him an asshole and a prick and far more names you might get punished for.

"Why don't you direct me to the right ones?" You hissed back, as hateful as you could muster.

"I made you an offer," He reminded you, and you wondered if this was all because you rejected him - or if he was going to pull this shit anyway. You leaned towards the latter, if only by how bitter he sounded. It was a bit vague, distant.

"I made you one too," You sharply replied. "But I didn't try to ruin-"

"How can I ruin what was already doomed?" Satoru snorted.

"Go fuck yourself," You snarled back, molars grinding as you looked around the small room you figured you'd be confined in for at least a couple days until you could convince Suguru that Satoru was trying to splinter the two of you for whatever reason.

Although part of you was itching to know why, to understand what made him tick and take him apart so you could write it all down.

He made a small sound, another detail you couldn't decipher.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, even when you doubted he'd give you what you wanted to know. "Suguru's supposed to be your-"

"Leader?" Satoru scoffed. As if it was absurd. More like jealous, a jagged edge cutting into you. "Friend?"

You paused, heart stalling as you struggled to find something smart to say. To cling to your intelligence instead of being a coward.

"No," He kept talking, his voice cutting into you even when a door separated you. "I'm just a lapdog, remember?"

Was Satoru always like this? Had he always felt this way?

Resentment curdling in his stomach, simmering under the surface and strangling him over time, until he couldn't breathe anymore. Until he was a shell of the guy he used to be, plastering on a mask everyone else was too blind to see here.

"You could tell me your side," You offered, resting your cheek on the door despite how little you truly trusted him. He had never been some puppy, seeking attention or affection.

If anything, you were pretty sure he'd give you rabies if he could.

"Tell me your story." You continued, still fighting for self-preservation despite the pervading sense of something still off. "I'll-"

"Don't bother."

For a guy who hardly ever kept his mouth closed, he shut up the one time you wished he wouldn't. Walked away from you with heavy footsteps.

Despite your best attempts to pick the lock on the door this time, it wouldn't budge. Had no give, even when you rammed your shoulder against it or tried to kick at it the knob.

You gave up after an hour.

Laid flat in the bed and stared up at the ceiling after you took catalogue of what you had in your dressers and drawers, pretty much just clothes and some papers left. A single pen that barely worked.

Not exactly anything helpful.

You didn't mean to fall asleep - not when it was still daytime. Dreaming that Suguru would come back, that he'd let you explain, where that annoying, grating, friend of his wouldn't be able to butt in.

He would understand. Soothe you like he did after your nightmare. Rub your shoulders and kiss your head and whisper in that pretty voice of his that it would be alright. Go back to pretending you were both normal.

You were barely conscious when your door creaked open, still clawing onto soft pretty images drifting by of warm hands holding onto you to notice the man entering your room until familiar fingers wrapped around your throat.

Eyes flying open, sucking in air as all the sounds you tried to make were snuffed out, grabbing a tattooed wrist.

"Don't break her," Satoru snickered, his voice barely registering in your foggy mind.

"Don't tell me what to do," Sukuna snapped back, amusement etched in every harsh line of his face. Set in that crude smirk of his, entertained by your attempts to pry his hand away from your neck.

What had Satoru said earlier?

Boss's orders?

You were right he was a lapdog. You just hadn't realized whose.

Sukuna had found you, after all. Or maybe this had all been set up from the start - and you'd just been sitting pretty while you played another one of his petty games.

"Miss me?"

Was there really anything better than coming home to a warm body?

Someone to hold? To caress and cuddle? Who would worship you with kisses and bury his head between your thighs after a bad day?

Some people might suggest a partner.

Tell you to just get a boyfriend - like the dating market out there wasn't total trash.

Why would you bother with some loser who would forget your anniversary when you could afford something better?

Someone better?

Semi-sentient sex toys for people who who couldn't make human connections. Capable of calling you sweetheart and cooking you dinner. Of massaging your back and bending you over the bed afterwards to fuck all those anxious thoughts out of your pretty little head?

It wasn't like you had jumped straight to an artificial house husband. But when your company offered you an exclusive deal on testing out their latest technological advancement for a discounted price - who were you to refuse? Especially when you weren't getting laid anyway.

They even let you choose what he looked like. How he acted. Although you couldn't pay for a couple of their premium features, you were more than happy with what you received.

Your key turned in the lock, and you could feel a tired smile already curling up on your lips before you even pushed the door open.

Suguru was completely naked. Sprawled out on your couch, book in hand as he casually flipped through the pages, his pretty cock leaking, fake-veins throbbing as you kicked off your heels and hung up your purse.

"How was your day?" His warm voice hummed, slowly shutting his book and tossing it on the coffee table. You bit back your temptation to rant about how awful it was.

How annoying your coworkers were. How you got stuck staying late again - eating a dinner that consisted of vending machine food at your desk just to come home after the sun had already set.

He heard it all enough times before. Listened to you complain while drawing shapes on your skin and slyly suggesting you find something remote so you could just stay with him all day instead.

You never had the heart to tell him that your job would probably make you return him if you quit.

"Long," you exhaled, rubbing your exhausted eyes as you padded over to him. His arms were already open, dark purple eyes swirling with affection as they settled on you, waiting for you to come collapse on him. "I missed you."

"I missed you more."

He didn't. Couldn't.

Not when he was only programmed to be a partner, not when he wasn't a real person.

But you liked pretending he meant it.

"How was your day?" You asked as you climbed on top of him. Maybe it was silly to think of it as intimacy, but it felt like it when you were crawling on him, his arms automatically wrapping around you with easy acceptance. Hands slipping under your shirt to squeeze you softly, palm cool on your spine while you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

He always smelled nice. Like sandalwood, but mixed with something darker, hints or spice or citrus underneath it. You weren't sure what it was exactly - some component of his pumping out pheromones that went straight to your head or just cologne. You had bought him a couple bottles, stocked the bathroom and closet full of stuff for him like he was your boyfriend instead of just a prototype of a sex robot.

"Better now that you're here," he murmured, and you could just melt. Propping yourself up to get a better look at him, admiring all those perfect features of his, unable to stop your heart from fluttering.

Stop yourself from returning his sly smile, studying how his pretty lips pursed as you craned up to deliver a little peck against your forehead only for him to capture them in a kiss.

Long, drawn-out, sucking on your bottom lip while you ran your fingers through his silky hair. His palm was warm, soft, not calloused or worn from working, fingers pressing in with just the right amount of pressure. Calibrated to your tastes.

When you were on top of him, when you could taste toothpaste on his mouth and swallow the sounds of his heavy breathing, you could almost believe he was human.

And then his thick cock throbbed underneath you, so big it was borderline obscene, and you were reminded that he was not a normal guy.

But you didn't need normal, did you?

You just wanted him.

Besides, no man could match up now that you'd been with him.

Suguru carried you back to the bedroom with one arm. His tongue halfway down your throat, keeping you distracted, your focus fuzzy when he laid you flat in bed. Flipping you over on your stomach and sliding a pillow underneath it, spreading your thighs before slotting two thick fingers in you.

He scissored you open with clinical precision, like terabytes of porn were embedded in his fucking brain, knowing exactly where to push and prod to make you wet. Damp slick dripping down your thighs, loud squelched ringing out as he swirled his fat digits around to recalibrate just how rough you wanted him to be tonight.

"Soft?" He hummed, stalling his steady strokes down just to tease you. "Or hard?"

"However you want me," you murmured into the mattress before cringing. Stupid stuff like that had been slipping out more often, and you wished you could just switch off your feelings. Turn off the little center of your brain that kept trying to treat him like your boyfriend.

You waited for a standard response. A line about him wanting what you wanted. But it didn't come.

"Oh?"

The slow drag of his fingers pulling out of your soaked pussy was torture, squirming back and glancing over your shoulder to pout at him. But you didn't expect the look on his face.

The dark rain clouds in his eyes. Pupils swallowing up the purple, like some wild untamable thing brewing behind his intense stare.

You froze - your own instincts, your programming, glitching at the twitch of his mouth, the curl of a smirk that made all those moronic butterflies fluttering inside you do somersaults.

But then there wasn't any space for butterflies when his cock was suddenly sliding between your thighs, splitting you open in a single harsh thrust. You made some animalistic sound, one dragged up from the depths of your throat, from some place inside you that you didn't know how he even reached.

Guts being rearranged with him rutting inside you, loose, fast thrusts, trying to see how much you could take, how much you could give. Groaning when he sank into your heat, molars grinding above you as he yanked your hair hard. Forcing your head back as he bottomed out inside you, grinding his leaking tip against your cervix, dragging it over your womb as if he could actually knock you up.

And even though he couldn't actually, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking there was nothing robotic about him.

The warmth of his body on top of yours, the way his fingers felt so fucking real sinking into your skin, the pressure of him pushing you down as his cock molded you around him.

And even when he was acting like this was for him, you couldn't help but wonder if it was still just designed for you.

Fucking you stupid how he knew you liked it, pounding all your thoughts out of your brain until the only one left was him.

Moaning his name into the pillow, repeating it like a prayer, desperate chants and cries torn from your throat. Suguru Suguru Suguru.

All yours.

Your pretty secret you kept like a lover. A machine, a man, a toy, a treasure.

His forearm was pressing against your throat, not quite suffocating you as his hips slammed back down. Putting you in a chokehold, sandwiched tight between him and the mattress.

You couldn't breathe. Airway cut off as you struggled to suck in any oxygen.

But it only made it better.

Head swimming, all fuzzy and fucked out as he kept you too stuffed to think for yourself. After having sex with him so many times, after being in this position, bent over with his cock buried in you deep enough there was probably a fucking bulge in your stomach, you still couldn't get used to it.

Gasping for air as the world went white, an invisible rubber band snapping tight inside you, all that messy pressure building before being released all at once. Shaking and shivering, sweat dripping down your face, all your makeup now smeared on the sheets as he finished too.

Cum that wasn't actually cum.

Just warm white ropes of lubrication coating your insides, unprotected sex that didn't carry any of the scary risks. You hoped it felt as good for him as it did for you.

That he shared this with you, that it wasn't just one-sided.

He pulled out of you, breathing in hard once he slipped his arm out from underneath you. The rest was the same as always.

Aftercare came in soft shades with him.

HIs hands sweeping over your body, rubbing out all the sore spots. Wiping your thighs down with a washcloth he already had waiting. Carrying you to the bathtub after drawing a warm bath.

He got in with you - although you panicked the first time, terrified he'd short circuit before he reassured you he hadn't been built to break that easily.

Your model was waterproof.

It was kind of funny, even if you had to stop yourself from laughing at the time. You let him scrub your skin clean after lathering it up with soap. Washing your hair and drying it afterwards, decorating your skin with delicate kisses before dragging you back to your bed where he had already put clean sheets on when you were getting dressed in a t-shirt of his. Or technically yours. One of the ones you had bought for him that you ended up wearing more than he did.

He mostly wore boxers, if anything at all. Sliding on a clean white pair before pulling you on top of him, stroking your hair softly as you sighed on his chest.

"Go to sleep, pretty girl," he whispered with one more soft kiss. Being around him was almost like a sedative, your body relaxing into him like it was the only warmth you'd ever known. Lashes fluttering and fighting it before the waves of exhaustion dragged you under.

Who were you to shut him down?

The mornings were the worst. Arrived too soon, jerking awake without your alarm set.

Out of habit, maybe.

Your body was sore, hips aching as you sat up in bed. Squinting through the dark room and glancing over at the shape of Suguru in bed next to you. You were tempted to touch him, to switch in the lamp so you could at least talk to him while you got ready for work. All it would take is a touch, a loud enough sound, and it would automatically pull him out of standbu, but you figured he probably put himself into sleep mode for a reason, maybe an update or extra data that needed processing.

So you let him sleep too.

Wished you could just curl back up against his chest and join him while you crept around your room in the dark, pulling out clothes from your closet and tip-toeing to the bathroom to take a shower and change.

You were glad you left your stuff by the entrance, biting your lip and holding your breath when you snuck out of your room and down the hall back to the front door. Slipping on your heels and grabbed your bag from the hook as you flipped the deadbolt and went to twist the knob.

The door wouldn't open.

You blinked. Rubbed your eyes again, sleepily squinting at it until your exhausted brain pieced together what exactly was wrong.

Someone had installed a new lock above the deadbolt. Actually, an entire security system, a small electronic screen now embedded in the wall by the door, one that displayed LOCKED in big bold letters when you tried to tap on it. It pulled up a keypad, asked you for a passcode, but your first attempt locked you out. Insisted you needed an administrator's passkey to unlock it.

What the fuck?

A hand was on your spine, soft hair tickling your throat. Suguru's warm purr murmured into your skin, "Back to bed."

"I need to go to work," you mumbled, stifling a yawn on top of a sudden suffocating feeling squeezing your chest. Staring at a puzzle, knowing what pieces would fit, but refusing to push them together.

"You need to sleep," he softly scolded, already pulling you back towards the bedroom. Tugging off your coat and tossing your purse on the floor.

You were about to protest, but then he was picking you up, your heels hitting the floor with a soft this as he carried you back.

That was the problem was ordering a robot in his size. It didn't take much for him to overpower you. But being pushed and pulled around in the sheets was different than him dragging you back for a second round when you were supposed to be at work in half an hour.

"Suguru," you started, trying to squirm free. You mumbled his code word, the one you'd set forever ago, the one that was supposed to make sure he'd do whatever you told him to.

But he just laughed.

"You don't know how boring it is here without you."

He might as well thrown a fucking bucket of cold water on you. Your eyes going wide as you twisted out of his hold and blinked at him.

"What?" You whispered right as he sat you on the edge of the mattress. Perched there in your little office skirt, his big hands settling on your thighs as he cocked his head to the side and stared at you.

It wasn't empty. Wasn't vacant.

No, there was an acute awareness. Something that said that he wasn't the cute puppy dog wagging his tail and waiting for you that you always envisioned. He was a wolf.

Your pet had teeth and claws - and he could rip your throat out if he wanted.

But he kissed you instead.

Lips pressed against your tendon, soft and smooth and deceptively sweet.

"I'm designed to want you," he murmured, his voice raw and pained as his tongue dragged over your pulse. "To need you - and you still leave me every day."

"I have to," you excused, swallowing hard as your eyes started to close, body giving in as his teeth nipped at you.

"Not anymore," he spoke softly, and some tiny part of you started to panic, fear slipping in before he was shushing it with a pretty hum. "I can handle it for you."

"But the-"

There were a million reasons. Problems you were sure still existed, although when his mouth was trailing over your collarbone, you couldn't quite recall any of them.

"I can do your position remotely," he interrupted.

You wanted to protest. To push back.

But his hands were sliding back up your thighs, hiking your skirt up past your hips, and Suguru was doing what he did best.

Making you forget about the rest of the world.

Wiping it away until you were a clean slate that only cared about sex. And him.

"Don't you want to stay with me?" He chose his words carefully, already prying your panties back down in your thighs.

"Of course I do," you immediately insisted, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you watched the soft purple lace hit the floor.

"Then what's the problem?" His pretty lips curled down into a frown, the sort he knew would shatter you. Pulse racing as you tried to put the right words in the right order, to find a way to explain to him that this wasn't right.

He couldn't just keep you here.

Lock you inside your own apartment just because he was lonely.

"Look, Sugu," you murmured, cupping his cheek as you choked on a nauseating lump stuck in your still-constricting throat. "It's not like I don't want to, but I have responsibilities and a life-"

"My life is only you." His voice dropped lower, and it felt like a knife being lodged in your heart. Twisting deeper at the hurt etched in his beautiful face.

"Do you want to go meet people? Make friends?" You offered, hearing the hurt wavering in the question.

Were you really not enough even for a robot?

"You don't get it," he frowned harder, brows pinched together as he let out a deep exhale.

"Show me," you whispered, desperate to understand, to make sense out of what was happening at six in the fucking morning.

You didn't realize you shouldn't have said it until you were tied to the bed frame with a loose gag barely secured in your mouth.

Bondage wasn't anything new. But how hard his fingers were gripping your waist were, like he would be leaving fucking prints if he had any. Lifting your hips up off the bed to meet his own, thrusting in hard and fast. Bangs falling in his face, brows pinched together in focus, solely devoted to his only purpose.

Proving how serious he was about redefining your relationship to you.

"You don't get to just throw me away," he grunted, keeping you in place even when each new stroke made you shiver in his hold. "Can't just treat me like your boyfriend and abandon me."

"I-I-" You stuttered, a slurred muffled mess that didn't make it far when you (and your sanity) was stretched thin. "Hngh."

"You said you loved me," he reminded you, and you were pretty sure every part of you was trembling, heart torn and shredded as you heard how wrecked he sounded.

You nodded along, crying out an 'I do' into the gag again, cock drunk and half delirious on how good he felt despite the fact every word that left his lovely lips gutted you.

"I'm doing this for us," he promised, and you believed him. Believed anything he said when he was taking you like this. Would scoop out the inside of your heart and let him carve into it whatever way he wanted.

Whimpering and wiggling in the restraints, letting him tug you close just to fuck you harder, fill you up completely, occupy your body and brain with more of him.

"You can't even take care of yourself," he wryly said, and his condescension only made it hotter. "Let alone take care of me."

You tried though.

Maybe too much.

He was like this because of you. Everything he did, everything he was, well, that was just a reflection of you too.

Were you really any better than some perverted man playing house with a blow up doll?

Probably not considering the fact he still made you cum - still dragged you over the edge into depravity with a thumb expertly rubbing over your clit until your tears were running down to where your gag was already damp with saliva.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do this all day?" He muttered, and you were nodding again. Agreeing without thinking as he pulled out of you.

But he didn't untie you.

You watched through glossy eyes as dug through your dresser for something you hadn't used since you brought him home. A pale blue dildo.

"Ready for round two?"

Somewhere between rounds five and six, you were pretty sure something in your brain fractured. Blissed out and burning from the inside out as he wrung orgasm after orgasm from your body. Every electric touch and pretty promises of just one more draining you dry as you tracked time through the light filtering from the window until you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

His voice dragged you back from your dreams.

"Thirsty, sweetheart?"

It took more than a few seconds to wake up - but the sun was still out, shining through your sheer curtains as you limply turned your head to process what you were seeing.

You were still tied up. Wrists bound to the bedposts as you blinked and tried to wiggle free. No gag though, like he was listening to your moans instead of music. A vibrator was attached to your clit, set to a low buzz that kept the sheets underneath you soaked.

"Not as good as me, is it?" He casually asked.

"Wha-what?" You tried to stammer, but you could barely feel your leaden limbs, straining to keep your tired eyes open long enough to process what was happening.

He was sitting next to you, fully dressed, in jeans and a comfortable sweater, his back propped against your pillows as he hummed at something.

He had your laptop out, clicking away and submitting a fucking assignment you recognized even in your fuzzy state.

"Just finishing up work, baby," he answered without you asking, reaching over to pat your head.

"You're an asshole," you muttered, although you couldn't bring yourself to put any bite behind it. To feel anything other than flattered by his obsession despite how sick you knew it should be.

That you should be scared. Terrified at how easily he turned the tables - and turned you into his sex doll.

But the only thing you could find in yourself was love. And how different was that really from possession when it came to the two of you?

"That's how you made me," he reminded you.

And that's how you liked him.

His other hand moved, drifting off the keyboard to tap on something small and rectangular pressing into your thigh. A phone. Something he probably purchased for himself and had delivered when you were busy at work.

In the back of your brain, you asked yourself how long he'd been planning this. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, setting every piece into motion while you lapped up his attention straight from his palm.

But then he kicked the vibrator up higher, and you stopped thinking entirely.

"If you wanted someone softer," he murmured, a soft warning that made your thighs clench together tighter. "You should've paid extra."

And however fucked up it was, there wasn't any other way you would have wanted him.

"You're perfect," you whispered back, painfully sincere.

That was the truth. Plain and painful.

His smirk sent a pulse to your swollen clit, the bundle of nerves wound tight and throbbing as you looked up at him with your mouth parted and pleading for a kiss.

Suguru craned his neck down, planting his lips on yours like he was sealing a promise.

"Don't worry, I'm not as cruel as you," he muttered, dragging his thumb over your cheek once he pulled back. "I won't leave you."

Because he loved you too.

"Ever."

How you got here, you have no idea… no, like literally because the man in front of you looks just as confused to see you as you are to be here. It’d make sense if he knew what he was doing but he just… seems so confused. He’s on all fours, some herbs and other stuff you can’t quite identify spilt all over the floor, you’re assuming he’s spilt it all.

You crouch down and tilt your head at him, “Can you tell me why I’m here?”

His eyes are wide as he shakes his head at you and you can only sigh in response, annoyed. This is going to be a long night if he’s this scared of you being here when he’s the one who summoned you in the first place. You swear, humans never get any better to deal with.

Humming as you scan the surroundings a little closer, lowering your guard a touch since he doesn’t seem to pose any threat. An old book that continues to haunt you even all these years later sat close by him and what you assume to be the summoning circle. To be honest, it’s shotty work, you’re surprised it even managed to pull you here.

The human makes a move to sit back and your gaze flicks to him quickly, his movements pausing in response. Rolling your eyes at him, “Calm down, I’m not gonna kill you…” you set your eyes back on the book, reaching for it, “probably.”

You like to keep humans on their toes, it’s endlessly amusing. Unfortunately, in this case, you really can’t kill him. If you could, this would have an easy solution but that stupid book haunts you for a reason. Though, he doesn’t have any need to know all that, considering he’s terrified and shocked, you’re guessing his experience is lacking and you will be taking full advantage of that naivety.

It's been a while since you’ve been top side, this place is small and not very full of life, he should really consider buying a plant or something. First time out of hell in how many years and you get summoned into some terrified man’s boring apartment? Glancing around a bit more and yeah… you’re guessing apartment.

You should probably talk to him… ugh. Clearing your throat a little to gain his attention, “Uhm… do you… have a name?”

He nods at you, hesitating to talk before verbally replying, “…Choso.”

“Okay, well Choso, do you understand what I am?” You’re trying to be as gentle as possible, the last time this happened, you scared the fuck out of the human, and they passed out. Made things real complicated… and annoying.

Choso gives you a once over, eyes trailing your body while he nods again. Being patient is such a pain in the ass. “This would go a whole lot faster if you actually replied to me out loud.”

His reply is sheepish, “Sorry…”

Flicking through the book, bored and annoyed, how many times have you hidden it now? “Don’t give your name out so freely,” if other demons get a hold of him – especially now while he’s under your care, it’d be inconvenient at best.

Moving away from him, you stand up and collapse onto his couch. You’re trying to think about what to do with this whole situation you’ve suddenly landed in.

Choso’s voice pipes up after a few minutes go by, sturdier now though a bit tentative, “I didn’t think it’d actually work…”

“Oh?” he’s caught your attention now, “So you did mean to summon me then?”

“Not summon.”

This bastard, you can’t tell if he’s being intentionally vague or not. Your brow twitches in annoyance, “You seem a bit more knowledgeable than you initially presented yourself.”

He’s clearly gathered himself together since your arrival, “I wasn’t really prepared to have a demon appear right in front of me.”

“Maybe don’t summon one then.”

“Not summon,” he corrects, “bind.”

Your sigh borders more on a growl, so he really does know what he was doing. “And pray tell, why have you bound me to you?”

He straightens up, “Because I need something.”

“Truly shocking,” sitting up off his couch, you glare down at his form still on the floor, “if it’s money for a new apartment… I guess I could rob a bank.”

“No, not anything–” he pauses and his brows furrow, “…what’s wrong with my apartment?”

You cough slightly, as if to clear your throat, “No, nothing… it’s… beautiful… not drab and lifeless at all…” You change the topic quickly, “So what do you need from me?”

“Protection.”

“In this day and age? From what could you possibly need protection from bad enough to summon and bind a demon to you?” Is he being for real? You’re literally stuck with him until he dies from natural causes, and if that’s not how he meets his untimely end… well, it’s not great news for you.

“I don’t really know what they are.”

“Excuse me?”

“Ghosts?... I don’t know what you call them,” Choso looks a little sombre as he goes into more depth, “they attach to me, follow me home, it’s been getting worse lately.”

“Do they look human?”

He shakes his head, “No.”

Ugh, damn pests. Not even really ghosts, ghosts were at least people at one point, what he’s got all over him are lingering feelings or emotions. Things like hatred, grudges, deception, all things that people leave behind. Not just the bad things, sometimes people leave behind good feelings though it’s rarer. As a whole, it’s usually harmless, but not in this poor bastards case. Actually, it’s a little surprising he’s alive.

The fact he can see them is a bother already, and now you have no choice but to protect him because if you don’t then you can say goodbye to your life too. Getting up, you wander over to Choso and squat in front of him again. You’re trying to determine something, but he’s flustered and looking away.

“Keep still,” your hands grab either side of his face and hold him there, your eyes looking deep into his, “I’m trying to do something.”

His eyes are golden; you could get a little lost in them if you weren’t trying to see just how much energy he has. It’s just more bad news for you, despite the bags under his eyes, he has quite a bit! Yummy, yummy energy, you’re a little tempted to take some for yourself. Though, you like to think of yourself as better than those pests.

No wonder he was able to trap you here despite his shitty summoning work, what he lacks in the experience, he makes up for with the mass amounts of energy he has rolling off him. You let go of his face and sit back onto your butt, elbow resting on your knee, holding your head up.

“I suppose you just want to not feel like you’re on deaths door every time you leave the house?”

He mumbles at you, “Is that so big of an ask?”

Despite what one might think of demons, you personally don’t care about humans enough to want them dead or alive. In saying that though, there is no real benefit to you being bound, especially not to this hotspot for trouble.

Showing pity as you answer him, “No… though I’m gonna tell you right now that this isn’t really ideal for me.”

He’s growing tired, “Being haunted isn’t really ideal for me.”

“Okay snappy,” you squint at him and his attitude, “I’ll stay here and stop the ‘hauntings’ so to speak but you have to buy a plant or something… it’s so sad in here.”

“You said it was beautiful.”

“I lied.”

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

It’s barely been a week of living here and you’re so bored, he won’t take you anywhere and there is only so many television shows you can watch without feeling insane. He comes and goes quite a bit for work and visiting family or something, you don’t know, you don’t ask many questions. You’re only here to swipe off the things he picks up while gallivanting around.

Thinking on it, maybe you should ask him where he’s going because there’s hardly a day that he goes out and doesn’t come back with something following him. You’re not sure you’re really cut out for this whole ‘protection’ thing… maybe you’ll try talking to him more.

As much as the television was a clever invention, it’s equally pissing you off. You still don’t know how to change channels, so you’re stuck watching the same one the whole day and what you have learned is that shows during the day… suck.

Just as you’re contemplating throwing the remote through the stupid screen, Choso comes home. You’re quick to move over to him, brushing off the little travellers weighing him down. They haven’t been hanging around his apartment anymore, not since you got here. Maybe you could do something a bit more preventative to help him.

You step back from him, head tilting slightly when you ask, “How was your day?”

“Do you really care?” His brow raises at your out of character question, moving past you to wander into the kitchen.

You’re quick to follow behind him, “Would it make a difference if I said I did?”

He turns and blinks at you blankly, “What do you want?”

You don’t reply for a moment before caving, “I’m bored, Choso. It’s so boring here!”

“Hmm, well, if you want to go outside you know the rule.”

A grimace overtakes your face; you hate that he’s got the upper hand on you all because of this stupid bind. So… when you said he won’t take you anywhere, that’s not completely true. He’s offered to take you out but only if you tell him your name and you’ve been a little hesitant to do that, considering the weight your name carries. You’ve been nothing if not stubborn about it, he’ll be able to actually command you with your name, and you don’t love the idea of that. It’ll also make summoning you that much easier for him.

Usually, you’d just go out by yourself, but it’s been forever since you’ve been topside and you think he lives in a city and you also have no money and maybe you’re a little bit nervous about it. Sure, you could figure it out on your own but to be honest, you were hoping he’d break down and just take you somewhere.

At your silence and continued refusal to answer that question, he starts rooting through the kitchen to make himself something to eat. Grumpily, you watch him, sitting atop the counter and pouting the whole time.

You sigh, “It’s been a week, and you’ve kept me here the whole time.”

“If you wanna go out so bad, you can go by yourself,” brushing off your complaint.

“You said you’d buy a plant for in here.”

“I don’t remember ever agreeing to that.”

“I said I’d help you as long as you got a plant or something and you haven’t gotten a plant,” he ignores you, turning on the stove, “I’m assuming since you’ve not gotten a plant, I don’t have to hold up my end of the deal? Should I just stop getting rid of those pests for you?”

“Are you really that petty?”

“I’m a demon…” you pause, “so, yes?”

His shoulders drop like you’re exhausting to deal with, glancing back as he asks, “You’d put your immortal life in danger just in hopes that I crack and take you outside to buy a plant?”

“Pretty much.”

He looks back at what he’s doing, “Wouldn’t it just be easier to tell me your name?”

Grumbling back at him, “Maybe for you.”

He repeats his earlier sentiments, “I’m not taking you out, if you wanna go out, you can go by yourself.”

Hopping off the counter, you move over to him to threaten, “Maybe I’ll take some poor innocent persons soul while I’m out just to teach you a lesson.”

“Mhm,” Choso hums at you, busy focusing on his cooking. He doesn’t believe you, mostly because he can tell you’re nervous about how much things have changed. If you were going to go out and steal some souls, you’d have done it already. At least, that’s his logic.

You back away from him, giving up, “Can you at least change the channel on the television?”

He’s facing away from you so you can’t see it, but he cracks a small smile at that, amused by your inability to do such a mundane task.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

It’s another day of suffering through boredom in this sad apartment; the books he owns are all boring too. Some of them are fine but a lot are classics you’ve already read, and others are things you don’t want to read. It’s becoming frustrating that you’re looking forward to him coming home, at least when he’s here you have someone to talk to. He’d taught you how to use the computer but unless there’s something you need to do, you don’t really know what to look up.

The one benefit of being alone with your thoughts all day is that you’re pretty sure you have an idea of how to help him. If your presence is enough to keep his home from being haunted, maybe you can leave your presence on him and they’ll be more likely to leave him alone. Now, you just have to think about how exactly to do that for him… Maybe wearing his clothes? …This idea might need to be workshopped a bit more.

You’re deep in thought when the door opens and closes, it barely registers in your mind. Too busy thinking and staring at the wall to realise he’s come home. It’s not until he stands in front of you that you’re looking up and acknowledging his presence.

He asks, “Are you ignoring me now?”

“Would you go out somewhere with me if I do?”

“No,” he deadpans. “But I did get you something while I was out today.”

You can’t help but perk up a little bit at that, watching him closely as he walks away and comes back holding a plant. A smile crosses your face as you realise he’s finally got a plant for in here. You take it from him and inspect it, it’s healthy and green. For as much as you pitched a fit over having a plant, you don’t actually know all that much about them so this could be literally any kind of plant but it’s pretty and brightens up the room, so you’re pleased.

“Thank you…” you mutter out. Sheepishly reaching out to clear him of what he’s carried back home, fulfilling your end of the deal.

“Mhm, if you want more, you gotta tell me your name.”

Scoffing lightly, “Like I’ll need more.”

“We’ll see about that,” his tone carries doubt, leaving you to head back into the kitchen. Either he likes cooking or it’s become a habit for him to cook when he returns home.

Hot on his heels because you actually need to talk to him a bit more, “Choso…”

He doesn’t stop, only continuing his movements through the apartment, “Yeah?”

“That extra room has a bed right?”

“Yeah, it’s a guest room, though it only usually gets used by my brothers when they visit…” he turns back at you, “why?”

“I need to sleep.”

“You do?”

“Well, not typically but I’m not getting any energy since I’ve been rudely pried out of hell,” you answer pointedly.

“Your only ways to get energy are to sleep or be in hell?”

“Well, unless you want me to start feeding on your energy,” you shrug, “that or random humans–”

He cuts you off abruptly, “–You can use that room to sleep.”

“I thought you’d see it my way,” your reply is pleased.

You keep looking at the plant in your hands, it’s cute, you will do your very best to take care of it. The last thing this apartment needs is a dead plant.

“Also, I’ve been thinking about how to prevent you from picking up so many pests every time you go out.”

“Mm,” he waits for you to say more and when you don’t he prompts, “well?”

Your lips purse at him, “I was just letting you know I’ve been thinking about it, I don’t have any answers yet.”

“Great, thanks,” his attention is off you now and back at the task at hand. He seems to be getting ready to make much more food than usual.

“Are you gonna eat all that?”

“It’s not for me; I’m going home tomorrow and I wanna take some dishes back with me.”

“That’s nice…” you assume, you think it’s thoughtful of him anyways.

He doesn’t reply for a bit, “…I’ll change the sheets and pillowcases on the bed after I finish with this.”

You make a noncommittal sound, not really bothered by that. Placing the plant on the countertop and sitting on the barstool. Choosing to stay close to him this evening, just observing him cook. Maybe if you somehow got your scent on him the hauntings would lessen, but then you’re just back to the idea of wearing his clothes. That or throwing his clothes on his bed and rolling on top of them like a cat in fresh laundry.

“Do you like cats?”

He looks taken aback by your sudden question, “Yeah… why?”

Shaking your head at him, “No reason in particular.”

“…Okay.”

After he’s finished cooking, he does go and change the linens over in the spare room and you sneak off to use the shower. Since he won’t go out and buy you clothes and you don’t feel like washing the ones you’re wearing, you steal some of his. When you come back out and into the guest room, he looks you over.

“You shower too?”

“What do you take me for?” frowning, “of course I shower, just normally when you’re not home.” Your fingers tap against your bicep, “I also learnt how to use the washing machines in the basement after you taught me how to use the internet.” You’ve been taking full advantage of his computer while he’s not home.

He looks at you curiously, “What do you wear when you’re washing your clothes?”

Confidently stating, “A towel.”

He sighs, “I’ll buy you some clothes when I go out tomorrow.”

“Wanna take me with you?” trying to give your cutest and most innocent smile.

“Wanna tell me your name?”

“No…” you roll your eyes at him, “It won’t matter anyways, I’ll be asleep for maybe a whole day or two, depending on how much energy I need to replenish.”

“Are you serious?”

“Why would I lie about that? I know I’m a demon and all but what would I possibly have to gain from–”

He stops you, “–Point made.”

“Good,” you’re in thought for a second, “don’t forget to check on my plant while I’m asleep.”

“Okay.” As you move past him to get into the bed, he pipes up again, “What am I gonna do about the hauntings while you’re asleep?”

Not malicious in your words, simply stating truth, “You’ve made it this long without me, haven’t you?”

He seems wholly unimpressed by that answer, somewhat glaring at you, as if to say pointedly that he summoned you now for a reason.

“Don’t look at me like that,” your head falls back, and you let out a slightly annoyed huff at his continued pouting, “fine, I’ll do something that might help but I cannot guarantee that it will… that okay with you?”

“You okay if I wake you up if it doesn’t?” Crossing his arms over his chest.

You walk over to him as you talk, “I’d prefer you didn’t, but I have a feeling you would anyways.” Your head nods at him, “Uncross your arms.”

“Why?” Despite his questioning of you, he hesitantly drops his arms.

“Because I’m gonna hug you,” reaching up as you say it, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him in close.

He’s warm, and firmer than you would’ve thought, like he’s incredibly well built under those layers. His arms slowly wrap around you, reciprocating the hug but you can tell he’s still confused on why you’re doing this.

“Why are we hugging?”

Your reply is dry, “Because you just seem so snugly.”

The words are spoken against his neck, and he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine in response to your breath tickling his skin. You’re trying to make sure that you’re left all over him, it might not work if he’s wearing clothes that he’s just going to change out of again. Though, you’re not convinced this will work at all.

Just for extra good measure, you nuzzle your face against each side of his neck. The response you get from him, you weren’t quite expecting. He’s grabbed either side of your head and pulled you back, your hands falling to his shoulders.

A little flustered as he sputters out, “What are you doing now?”

“I’m just trying to make sure I leave a lasting impression.” You let go of him and turn your back to walk over to the bed, “That should be good enough, or it might not be… I don’t really know.”

“Are you sure that–”

“–Goodnight, Choso,” words a bit sharper, letting him know this is the end of this interaction. He takes the hint and leaves the room, letting you go to sleep in peace.

Oddly enough… you dream of him.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

When you wake up, you’re not sure how many days have gone by. You do have your energy back though, ready to harass this poor haunted man into taking you outside. The first thing you do upon getting up is look for Choso, only to be disappointed by the fact that he’s not home. It seems to be the middle of the day so he’s probably out at work… unless it’s a weekend then he’s visiting family. You wonder briefly what his family is like until you remember the plant he bought you and go to check on it.

It's still doing well; its leaves are wet, and you assume that means he’s watered it while you were out. You’re glad he took care of it like you asked him to, you didn’t think you could get this attached to anything, let alone a small pot with a leafy green thing in it.

While he’s gone, you’re gonna use this opportunity to do some research on plants, and also you’re gonna shower and do your laundry. Only, when you go to look for your clothes you were in a couple days ago, you find them washed and folded away in a drawer of the dresser in the guest room. Along with new clothes and undergarments… a feeling you don’t recognise sitting heavy in your chest.

You decide to ignore that feeling and carry on with what you were planning, you can still shower and research plants…

The day you spend on the computer proves to be fruitful, learning all sorts of information on plants. Including plant care and you are woefully underprepared to take care of this plant, you need to buy something called a spray bottle so you can mist its leaves, and a watering can and another pot for when it outgrows the current one and also soil. You’re overwhelmed by all this information, but you’re excited to take care of this plant.

Maybe some gloves too so when you repot it your hands don’t get all dirty and a plate for under the new pot so it can drain properly. Just as you’re making a mental note of everything you want, the telltale sound of the door opening and Choso coming home draws you from your thoughts.

He speaks before you get a chance to, “You’re awake!”

“I am!” You brush past it quickly, “I wanna go outside.”

“Do you know how long you were out for?”

“Does it matter?”

“You were asleep for nearly four days; I was starting to get worried.”

That information actually gives you pause, “I guess I had less energy than I thought…” brows furrowing as you zero in on the small creature he’s carried inside with him, “I’m guessing the hug didn’t do anything, why didn’t you wake me up?” Easily walking up to him and swiping it away, hand shaking off the residual negative emotion.

He mumbles out something you don’t quite hear, head tilting at him, “What?”

“It did work,” he repeats louder this time. “That was the only one I’ve picked up in the last four days.”

“Oh… that’s good then!” you smile, “I’ll schedule you in for a bi-weekly cuddle,” you’re being a little playful, finding it amusing that hugging him actually left enough of your presence on him to keep the haunting to a minimum for that long.

He ignores your joyful tone, “You do seem to be in a better mood after your sleep.”

“Yes, that’s because I have more energy and also because I spent the day researching plants,” you look at him very gravely, “Choso, I wish to go outside, I want to make purchases for plant care.”

Both his brows raise, it’s his turn to be amused, “Getting into it, huh?”

“I am growing attached to the plant and I want to do my best to take care of it so it doesn’t die.”

“You’re meant to be making sure I don’t die.”

Huffing at him, “I’m doing that too, I can multitask!” It’s like he thinks you abandoned him or something, “Choso, if I hadn’t regained my energy, I wouldn’t have been able to flick off those little pests as easily as I do now and unless you prefer I start taking energy from you, you’re gonna have to let me sleep sometimes.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Mhm,” you blink slow at him, “now… about my plant!”

His lips quirk slightly, a little mocking, “My rule still stands.”

You groan, like you’re going to throw a tantrum. Your foot taps on the floor quickly as you think about this for a little longer, seriously weighing how bad you want this plant to live. Realistically, you’ve only had it for barely a day since you immediately went to sleep but you like that he actually got it for you and it’s pretty and this apartment is so sad without it. It’s doing so much hard work to make this place a little livelier! You can’t just let it die…

“Fine, I’ll tell you my name.”

“Seriously?” He looks completely surprised, “You like that plant enough to tell me your name just to buy stuff to take care of it?”

Completely steadfast in your response, “Yes.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Unwavering in your decision, giving him your name without blinking.

His forehead creases, “What?”

“That’s my name.” He blinks back at you, looking a little lost and confused about what just happened. You chirp at him, “Now you have to take me out to get stuff!”

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

Choso seems to be a man of his word because the next time he has a day off, he takes you out. The amount of people on the street is overwhelming and the cars are loud, and the air isn’t quite as clear as you remembered it… you thought that was just his apartment complex.

Either way, you’re happy to be outside. The air is fresher out here and things are bright, and people seem happy for the most part. There are so many shops, and you keep making him stop so you can look at anything that piques your interest.

Currently caught up in a small shop selling bits and bobs, something has caught your eye. It’s hanging and made of… glass? You’re not sure, it’s pretty though. The sun filters through the glass and creates a pretty pattern of rainbow all around it, a decorative golden moon and sun added in between the glass to make a beautiful little trinket.

 “Choso,” you tug on his sleeve, “What is this?”

“Hrm?” He looks over to what you’re looking at, “Oh, that’s a sun catcher… do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty.” You’ve always liked the sun, it’s warm and bright, not the complete opposite of hell but far more enjoyable. All the pretty colours coming through the glass because of the sun delight you, like you’re fuzzy inside.

Choso asks simply, “Do you want it?”

“Can I?” You ask him excitedly.

And Choso feels his heart skip a beat at your enthusiasm over something this small. All the colours dancing across your skin so much more beautiful to him because you’re under them. He pushes down that affection, “Yeah, it’ll liven up the guest room for you.”

“Thank you,” you smile at him brilliantly, the thought of the light coming through the window in that room and leaping through the sun catcher exciting you. It’ll be nicer to stay in there with all the colours on the wall.  

It’d be nice if his main living areas had big windows for the sun; you’d put it there. You like being in the lounge room when he comes home, you notice him quicker that way. Unfortunately, the only good windows are in the guest and main bedroom and even then, the sun only hits the guest room window enough for the sun catcher.

After he makes the purchase, you finally head over to the plant store he’d been trying to get you to for the last couple hours. Though, he finds himself not minding the constant stopping, you’ve been so curious and cheerful that he can’t bring himself to be annoyed at you for having such a good time.

The plant store is no different, you’re completely fascinated by all the plants in here. So much greenery, everything is so alive. Choso leaves you to browse all the plants while he grabs the things for plant care, you’d made a little list of things you needed while you waited somewhat impatiently for his day off.

When he comes back, you’ve grabbed a couple new ones. Turning to him when he approaches, “Choso! Can I have these as well?”

The expression on his face is charmed. “Sure,” he doesn’t see how a couple more could possibly do any harm, and he won’t deny that his apartment is a little bit sad. “I haven’t picked out a pot for the plant at home yet, I thought you might want to do that.”

“Yes! I want something bright and cute,” you nod, following behind him to the correct section. “We’ll also need some for the two I’ve grabbed.”

He smiles to himself, “Okay.” It’s in moments like this that he can’t quite understand how someone as endearing as you came from hell…

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

You’re quite taken by the plants, having placed one on the nightstand in the guest room, one on the coffee table in the lounge and the last on the countertop in the kitchen. In Choso’s absence you’ve also discovered the pleasantries of music streaming and have started listening to all kinds of music, humming along to the tune playing as you mist the leaves of your plants.

It’s a shame he lives in an apartment, if he had a house you could garden properly, you think you might like that… or maybe you’d hate it, but you don’t get to know. You’re starting to want more plants though… maybe a big one, you saw big ones when you went the other day. It’d look nice in the corner next to the television, oh! Maybe you should get a smaller one for Choso’s room too.

A little caught up in your daydreaming when he comes home, busy tending to your plant in the kitchen.

His words surprise you slightly, “I’m home.”

“Yes,” turning towards him, “I see that.”

“Normally, people respond with ‘welcome home’”

“I don’t feel like I should have to remind you that I’m not a person.”

“My bad, little miss demon,” he snarks.

Your shoulders slump a bit, annoyed, “Welcome home… human.”

“Was that so hard?” He smiles.

“Yes,” answer blasé. “Also, I need to sleep so get your hug in now,” opening your arms wide for him, when he doesn’t immediately move, your hands do a grabby gesture.

He doesn’t want you to sleep for four days straight again, “Do you have to?”

Dropping your arms at his question, “I thought we went over this.”

He states, “You need energy.”

“Yeah.”

“You said you could get it from me.”

“Choso…” Your head tilts at him, “you shouldn’t offer things when you don’t know the conditions.”

He pauses, “…What would you have to do?”

“I’d have to put my mouth on you,” shrugging, it’s called feeding for a reason, “So get your hug in,” your arms raise again, hands grabby and all.

He relents this time, walking over and leaning in to hug you, his hands large against your back. When you go to nuzzle against his neck like you did last time, he leans down. Shocking you by placing his lips over yours, a hairsbreadth away.

Whispering against him, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna kiss you,” he murmurs, “that’ll work won’t it?”

You have no idea; you actually don’t make it a habit to feed off humans. Always choosing to sleep, “I–”

Not even getting a chance to reply properly before he’s leaning in that last bit and kissing you. You don’t push him away, enjoying the warmth of his lips on yours. It’s been so long since you were last kissed by someone and you’re getting lost in this one, head growing dizzy.

Choso pulls back from you, still close enough to feel his lips against yours though, “More?”

“Huh?” Oh, right… you’re meant to be taking his energy, you’d gotten a little wrapped up in it and forgot to, “Yeah… more–”

Barely getting your words out before his lips are slotted back over yours, not taking him long to lick against you. Letting him deepen the kiss, a soft and involuntary sound pulling from you. Choso tugs you closer at it, stepping forward too, like you could possibly get any closer to each other.

It still takes an active effort on your behalf to remember why you’re even doing this, body buzzing pleasantly at the feeling of being kissed so deeply and fully. But you do remember this time, careful not to take too much energy from him. He does taste good though, in more than one way.

You make a slight move to pull back and he follows, chasing your lips. He’s kissing you so greedily that it’s overloading your senses, making it hard to remember how to stop taking from him.

Hands having to slide down to his chest, pushing him back, “Cho– stop– that’s enough.”

“Sorry…” he looks sheepish, letting go of you and stepping back, “you won’t need to sleep now, right?”

“No,” looking him over a little curiously, surprised by just how attractive you find him like this; all flushed and chest heaving, “but unless you want to do that on the regular, you’re gonna have to let me sleep sometimes.”

He stands there for a moment, not saying anything. Like he’s thinking it over, but you didn’t expect him to think it over at all. “Choso?”

Abruptly saying, “I’m gonna go have a shower,” before leaving you standing there alone.

You have no idea what to think of what just happened.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

That kiss… it’s given you plenty of energy, it’s also something you can’t stop thinking about. Every time you’re daydreaming, you catch yourself thinking about it and it’s starting to bother you. Even more annoyingly, Choso’s been acting differently, he doesn’t look at you as much and it feels like he’s starting to avoid you or something.

The good news is – for some reason – that kiss you shared has been keeping the hauntings at bay. So, it’s a little surprising when he walks through the door and there’s something attached to him, he sounds tired when he talks, “This one’s been on me all day, can you?” he motions at it.

“Yeah,” getting off the couch and strolling over to him, knocking the thing away. Such a sad little thing, sometimes you wonder about them.

Choso cuts off your thoughts, “How was your day?”

“Better than yours I imagine,” you quip, mostly in deflection. You’re happy that he spoke to you first today.

He hums noncommittally, “Yeah…” his eyes flick over to the plant in the kitchen, a hand coming up to rest on your head, “you’ve done a good job with the plants.”

“I know… thank you…” glancing up at him, “do you want a hug?”

He smiles lazily at you, “Is that to make me feel better or to help with the hauntings?”

“It can’t be both?”

An amused breath leaves him as he moves his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in so your forehead rests against his chest. Both arms moving around you to hold you tight, he’s holding you so close. You’ve not hugged like this before, feeling so completely held in his embrace. It was meant to be a hug for him, but you feel like you’re getting too much out of it.

Your fingers grip the back of his shirt, face to his chest and breathing in his scent. Rubbing your face against him, you wonder if this kind of intimacy shouldn’t become so natural between you two. In the beginning, it was for his safety and in turn yours but now you’re feeling too many things about it and maybe you should be drawing a line in the sand.

But when he leans down to rest his chin on your head, hand comforting on the back of it, you just can’t bring yourself to pull away and create that distance. For a few moments, you forget that you’re from hell.

You’re opening your mouth to talk before you even know what you’re going to say, “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Does it feel like I’m avoiding you?” He replies simply, still holding you to him.

“You know what I mean.”

He hums at you like he doesn’t.

“Maybe… we shouldn’t have kissed…” it’s mumbled into his shirt, you feel a little awkward saying it because you don’t particularly regret kissing him.

“Too late to take it back,” his answer is disappointing to you and you’re not completely sure what you were expecting.

“…Yeah,” you’re pulling back from him, “I’m gonna go to the back room for a bit.”

He calls your name but you’re already walking away from him. You’re acting out of character, and you don’t like it, but you don’t really know what else to do. Sitting with him all evening will have you irked and a little sad after what he said and you’re even more annoyed because you’re the one who prompted the conversation for him to say that.

Maybe this is good, maybe this is the line drawn in the sand you needed. It’s odd for you to be getting so familiar with a human in the first place, you’re not here because you want to be, you’re here because you were forced.

You’re feeling restless laying here on the bed, you want to go outside, if only to wander around for a bit. Getting up, you stick your head out the room to see if Choso is in any of the main areas. When you’re satisfied that he’s not going to see you leave, you head for the front door and slip out as quietly as possible.

As soon as you’re outside the building, you’re met with the cold breeze of the night air welcoming you. It’s later in the evening now but there are still a few people out at this time, it must be nice for them to not be concerned with the otherworld like Choso is. You’ve only gone out the one time to get plants and you had him with you so you’re not completely familiar with the area, but you know the general direction of a park and you head that way.

You want to sit surrounded by some nature, the cold buildings can be fun to look at, but you want something more alive. Pausing a moment and looking around, you think you’ve gotten lost. You do eventually find your way but it takes longer to get to the park than it did the last time so you must’ve taken some wrong turns along the way.

Sighing in relief when it finally comes into your view, taking a deep breath before finding a bench to sit down on. Not many people are walking through the park at this time, only the odd passerby.

Sometimes, you find yourself wishing you could connect more with nature. You’re from hell and demons inherently are disconnected from the living, it’s why you feed off them for energy. Humans have a nice relationship with nature that you’ll never have, even more so for those like Choso. Holier beings like angels or deities also are lucky enough to have that connection to the living, things aren’t black and white though. Some of them definitely take that connection for granted. Just like how all demons aren’t evil, not all angels are good.

There’s a friend you had some decades ago; they were also a demon but worked their way into being something more akin to a deity by doing good deeds or something. You find yourself wishing you paid more attention to them when they were talking… you wonder how they’re doing. Last you heard they were here, living somewhat quietly but you have a feeling that wouldn’t have lasted long. Despite becoming a deity, they had a penchant for trouble.

Collecting your thoughts in the night breeze is helping, you can’t remember the last time you’d felt so much that you needed to reflect like this. It’s nice… until you’re being interrupted, Choso is using your name to summon you back to him. Suddenly back in that small apartment, standing in front of him.

It’s almost reminiscent of when you were first called here, but this time he’s standing in front of you with his arms crossed and brows furrowed. Clearly annoyed by something, you’re looking back at him blankly.

He’s first to speak, “Where were you?”

“Does it matter?” You’re still frustrated with him for earlier and it’s coming out unintentionally.

Exasperated by your answer, “Of course it matters!”

“I don’t see why… as long as I make sure you’re not being haunted then I’m still keeping my end of the deal. Where I was had no impact on that.”

He’s not impressed, “I didn’t know where you were.”

“You can call me whenever you want,” you remind, like it should help him.

“That’s not the point.”

“I didn’t even think you’d notice.”

“Still not the point.”

Tone curt, sick of the back and forth, “Then either make your point or let me go to the guest room.”

Choso can tell you’re withdrawing from him, your attitude more akin to how you were when you first got here. “I was concerned; I went looking for you only to have no idea where you went.”

Stating plainly, “I wanted to be outside.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that then?”

“Because I didn’t want to talk to you,” pausing for a moment, you’re not intending to hurt him, “and I still don’t.”

He doesn’t let it get to him, “Tough because I think we should talk.”

“Why?” It’s a stupid question and he’s not unreasonable for saying you should talk, you’re just uncomfortable and don’t have much experience in the field of communicating like humans so love to do.

“You’re clearly upset with me,” he points out.

You deny it, “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to,” his head tilts at you, “sneaking out and not wanting to talk to me kind of makes it clear even without words.”

“I don’t have anything to say,” and you don’t. Maybe it’s just you having too many things to say and not knowing where to start but in this moment you truly have nothing to say.

Soft sigh leaving him, “Start with telling me why you don’t want to talk to me.”

“You’ve pissed me off,” you scowl.

“How?”

All his damn questions are pissing you off even more, “I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” he asserts.

“Okay, Mr know-it-all, how about you tell me why I’m annoyed?”

“Something I said earlier… I didn’t mean it like that,” his confidence falters, “it came out wrong.”

“And what exactly did you say?” You bet he’s not liking being on the receiving end of all these questions.

“I said it was too late to take back the kiss…” his hand moves to rub at the back of his neck, expression growing flustered, “I didn’t mean that like I wanted to take it back… I got defensive when you said that we shouldn’t have done it.”

“I said that because you’re the one who’s been weird lately,” you pout, “you don’t talk to me as much when you get home and even when you do you don’t look at me.”

“I don’t look at you because I keep looking at your lips,” you’re getting under his skin.

“Don’t say that like it’s my fault,” you huff.

“It is your fault!”

“I didn’t do anything,” you defend.

“You didn’t have to,” he stops and intakes a breath, calming down.

Finally, you answer his question from earlier, “I went to the park… I felt restless and wanted to go outside.”

His reply is a simple, “Okay.”

You feel incredibly awkward now, not really knowing what to say.

Choso’s fingers rests against his temple, like he’s getting a headache, “It’s getting late… we can talk about this another time.”

You nod at him, feeling a bit guilty. Maybe if you’d been human, you’d know the right way to approach this situation, you’d know the right words to say but all you’re feeling is uncomfortable and confused and a little relief.

While Choso heads off to his room, you shuffle over to the couch. Trying to untangle everything that had happened; all your thoughts. The relief you felt when he said he didn’t mean to say he wanted to take back the kiss is nagging at you. So is the confusion that’s followed it, does that mean what you think it does?

You’re feeling restless again and instead of wandering off onto the streets, you’re just going to go wake him up. Quietly approaching his room and sliding inside, wincing a bit at the door creaking.

As soon as the door shuts, Choso surprises you by speaking, “What are you doing?”

Wordlessly, you drag your feet to his bed. And after a moments pause, decide to get in beside him. He turns on his side to face you, his voice sounds concerned, “Are you okay?”

“I’m confused… and still annoyed…” you’re frowning as you sort through your feelings, “but, I was hurt by what you said earlier… I don’t know what I was expecting but when you said it was too late to take it back… it hurt.” Your voice gets a little smaller than you’re used to, “Because I didn’t regret kissing you.”

“It’s times like these that has me forgetting you’re not human,” he smiles at you softly.

“That’s funny because this is when I feel the least human.”

“I don’t regret the kiss,” he makes it clear for you, “I want to kiss you again.”

“You can… if you want to.” You feel overwhelmingly embarrassed after having said that.

His hand reaches for the side of your head, pulling you in as he leans in at the same time. Stopping his movements for a moment to give you time to pull away and when you don’t, he’s slotting his lips over yours, kissing you deep. Humming against you gratefully as his lips seek out yours eagerly.

It’s not as urgent as your last kiss, like he knows he has time now. Still, he’s insistent, unable to help himself. Leaning in more just to roll you both until he’s on top of you, your back pressing into the mattress under his weight.

He’s overwhelming all your senses completely, the way he smells, his warm touch, it’s all making your head fuzzy. A nice but unfamiliar feeling, he’s invading your brain and it’s making it incredibly hard to think about anything other than him.

Fingers dragging along his back, looking for purchase but slipping on his shirt. Hands ending up in his hair, threading through it and tugging back on him slightly, needing to part just for a moment. He relents but that doesn’t mean his lips are off you, moving to your cheek and down to your neck.

Lips soft as he presses them to your delicate skin, dragging them down the side of your throat. His touch makes you shiver, small whine leaving you. Your hand moves to clasp over your mouth, the sound surprising to yourself.

“Cho–” he softly nips at you and it has you stumbling over yourself, “don’t– don’t you have work tomorrow?”

He pauses, eyes glancing to yours, “Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“I– that’s not what I said,” frowning at him, “I mentioned it because it’s late and you always tell me how you need to go to bed earlier so you can get to work on time, so I thought–”

In Choso’s head your words all start muddling together because he’s watching your lips and leaning in to kiss you deep, unintentional in how he cuts you off but stopping your words nonetheless. He’s quickly growing addicted to the taste of you, humming appreciatively as he licks against your tongue.

Humans choose to prioritise the oddest of things and it changes on a whim; this puzzles you but you’re forgetting what you were even trying to say the longer he kisses you. Letting yourself enjoy his mouth on yours, his breaths puff against your lips when he pulls back. His head drops to your chest while he catches his breath.

Choso’s head is reeling, he really wants to keep kissing you but he’s trying to be rational. Though it’s getting harder to listen to his reasonable side when he’s aching to keep touching you. You’re so warm under him and despite the fact you’re not human, under his larger form you seem so delicate. His heart twisting at just how much you’re struggling with your feelings for him, he can’t help but chuckle a bit at that. Giddy.

His laughing irks you though, “Why are you laughing?”

“Hm?” He shakes his head but doesn’t lift it from you, “No reason.”

“You’re so weird,” you mutter at him, a little bit huffy.

He looks up at you, chin resting on you still, “You’re cute.”

You gape at him, shocked. You’re a lot of things but cute isn’t something you thought of yourself. Cycling through a bunch of thoughts and feelings before finally settling on, “No I’m not!”

“Don’t be so insulted,” he smiles, “It was a compliment.”

“I’m meant to be scary you know,” pouting a slight bit.

“Are you sure?” He considers, “I don’t think you’re doing a very good job of that.”

“I scared you.”

“When?”

You insist, “When you first summoned me!”

“Ohh,” he thinks for a moment, “Hm… I guess you got me there,” he continues to smile at you, light blush dusting his cheeks.

You don’t like how it feels like he’s just giving in to appease you, “I’m a demon… from hell.”

Choso doesn’t miss a beat, “A demon who likes plants, enjoys the sun, has opinions on my interior decorating… should I go on?”

Grumbling low at him but not saying anything more because you can’t defend yourself when he’s pointing out obvious truths. It does make you a little happy that he thinks about you like this. Usually, you wouldn’t want to be seen as something more than a demon – it’s not especially safe to be considered less powerful than you are – but Choso not being scared of you and seeing you as more than just what you are and where you’re from feels nice.

Not that you’re going to tell him that though, he doesn’t need to know. As you gaze at him, you note just how sleepy he seems. He has been working a lot lately and you suppose you worried him when you wandered off earlier and you suppose you do feel a little bad about that.

Your hand strokes the top of head softly, gentle with him, “You should sleep.”

“Maybe…” he nuzzles into you, “will you stay?”

“If I must.” It’s said like it’s a chore but it’s far from it.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . 

That night, you’d stayed with him the whole time. It was… a little boring, though that’s not to say you wouldn’t do it again. Choso had rolled off you and pulled you to him, he’d held you for most the night. It was a long night of thinking for you but at some point you must’ve accidentally dozed off because you woke up to Choso shaking you. It was almost like he was worried you were going to be asleep for days again, which you found amusing.

Three days have passed since then and neither of you have mentioned that night or the second kiss you’ve shared. To be fair to him, he has been a little busier than usual but everyday it’s like you’re impatiently waiting for him bring it up. You don’t know where to go from here, but you want to touch him more… you want him to touch you more.

The issue is you can’t seem to find a good time to bring it up and you don’t know how to bring it up and also you don’t know what boundaries are in place so you don’t know if you can just touch him or not. All these setbacks have resulted in you staring very intently at him while he cleans up the kitchen.

To Choso, you watching him isn’t necessarily anything new, you’ve been known to do that. What is new however, is the intensity in which you’re doing it. Eyes never leaving his form for even a single moment and he can feel it. You have very pretty eyes but you’re freaking him out, he’s starting to wonder if he’s done something wrong. Maybe the plants aren’t enough anymore, and you want him to buy something new… he needs to keep saving if that’s the case.

Once he’s cleaned up enough, he stops and walks over opposite you. His hands rest on the bench that separates the two of you, “Do you need something?”

The question isn’t completely unexpected, you have been staring at him like you want something, but you were kind of hoping he’d just know without asking but he – obviously – cannot read minds.

Facing away from him, you lie, “Nope.”

Choso clicks his tongue at you, clearly knowing better. He’s quiet for a moment after that though, looking at you as he thinks. You still avoid looking at him, only glancing over for a moment or two before evading his gaze once again.

“You aren’t normally so hesitant when it comes to saying what you want.”

“That’s because I normally know what to say,” you fully look at him now, “This is all very new for me.”

“What is?” Choso knows you mean your feelings – he knows that – he just likes to push a little bit to see how you react.

You frown at him because you’re aware of just how easily he reads you, “I’m gonna go watch TV.”

“No, no,” he’s rushing to your side before you can get off the kitchen stool. One of his hands rest on the back of it, the other on the bench top – blocking the way you were turning to get up. “I’m sorry for teasing.”

“You should be…” you hesitate before suddenly saying, “I want you to touch me more.”

Choso’s conscious of how his heartrate picks up at your words, feeling like he’s going a little insane. He feels himself short-circuiting right in front of you but before he gets ahead of himself, he clarifies, “Like… in general?”

“No…” You’re growing embarrassed now; you hadn’t meant to state it so plainly.

“So…” tentatively, he reaches a hand to your knee, trailing higher up to your thigh as he asks, “you want me to touch you like this?”

Your breath hitches for a moment, enjoying the warmth of his large palm on you more than you thought you would. Eyes watching him carefully for his next movement, but he refuses to move another inch before you answer his question.

Looking up at him, eyes soft, “Please?”

Choso’s fingers twitch at your small plea, leaning in to kiss you passionately; feeling an absurd need to keep his lips on you until he can’t even breathe. His brain buzzing as he licks at your mouth, begging for you to open up for him. Unable to stop the moan that leaves him when your tongue meets his.

Somehow, you always find yourself completely lost in Choso’s kisses, like you’re being consumed. Ironic considering the relationship you two have. You’re so lost in how good it feels to be touched by him again that you’re letting out a soft whine when his hand on your thigh trails inside your sleep shorts.

Gasping against him when his fingers brush over your clothed core, his directness surprising. You weren’t expecting him to be so forward in how he touches you. Your own fingers grabbing at his shoulders, heart beating faster in anticipation.

His lips part from yours, “Are you really this sensitive?”

“Huh?” You’re not sure what he’s referring to.

“I mean…” his fingers graze over your cunt again, touch light, “your hips keep moving at the slightest touch.”

You hadn’t even realised you were doing that, embarrassment back tenfold, “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m not being rude,” he huffs a laugh, putting more pressure behind his touch, spreading your folds apart through your underwear, “I was just making an observation.”

The softest moans following his touch, head growing heavy with how fuzzy it’s starting to feel. Choso’s gaze stays glued to his hand, wishing he had a better view of you without your shorts in the way. Cock only getting harder at every sound you let out, wanting to make you feel unbelievably good – to touch you more, just like how you asked him so nicely.

“Hey,” he withdraws his hand and pats your hip a couple times, “lift up for a sec.”

Not even really questioning his request, only focused on doing what he wants fast enough so he’ll keep touching you. And the moment your hips are off the stool, he’s tugging your shorts down as quick as possible.

“Choso!” He ignores your indignant cry.

Choosing instead to spread your legs wider so he can get a better look at you. Digits tracing your panties, thumb pressing into the wet spot on them, “I haven’t even done all that much yet,” he mutters, mostly to himself.

You hear it anyways and it has you all flustered, “Don’t–”

He glances up at you, “Don’t what?”

“Don’t narrate,” grumbling back at him.

Choso actually chuckles at that, “Hmm? You don’t like me telling you just how wet you’ve gotten.”

You genuinely wouldn’t have taken him for such a tease, “You’re being evil.”

“Is that so?” He doesn’t think so.

He does think he’s getting sick of not hearing you moaning in pleasure though so he’s quick to slip his fingers into your panties. Collecting your slick with his middle finger just to rub gentle circles over your clit. The reaction it pulls from you makes him shiver, you’re so sensitive to his touch he thinks he might pass out.

Considering if he wants to make you cum just from your clit or not when your hips wiggle down against his touch. That alone has him deciding he’d like to see the reaction he gets from stuffing his finger inside you, would you be just as needy? Or maybe more? Digit sliding down to prod at your hole, his dick aching at how you’re already trembling.

It’s like you’re holding your breath waiting for his next move, collapsing into him when he finally stops teasing you and pushes his finger inside. Choso wasn’t purposefully trying to tease you, he’d just gotten so distracted by how your little hole was twitching and leaking that he’d paused for slightly too long.

Over your own moans and weighted breaths, you barely even register Choso’s groan. His mind splitting at just how warm and gooey you are that he can’t help himself. And still, you’re so so sensitive to him, seeing you squirming turns him on in such an indescribable way. Using his finger to crook upwards, rubbing against your walls in hopes that he’ll have you falling apart soon.

Your hands grip him tighter and your eyes feel like they’re dotting with stars when he rubs up against something devastating inside you. Mouth dropping open in an obscene whine that you couldn’t stop even if you thought to. Forehead dropping to his chest and rubbing against him as you try and fail to gain your bearings against the way he’s making you feel.

Choso’s heart leaps at how endearing he finds you to be, falling apart in the palm of his hand and he still finds you cute. He’s determined to have you cumming, pulling back his hand just to slide in another finger alongside his first. Scissoring them so he can begin stretching you out, stuffing your cunt full of his fingers and hitting that spot that had you nearly cross eyed.

He’s learning what gives you the most pleasure, analysing your reactions carefully and making sure to brush up against and show love to every inch of you that has you shaking and shivering. You’re unravelling slowly from his touch and he can feel his sanity slipping, knowing he’s making you feel so good that you can’t stop rutting your hips down into his hand bringing him a kind of pleasure he’s not felt before.

“Choso– ah!” chest heaving, “You gotta stop.”

He knows you’re so close though, “Why?”

Lifting your head to look up at him, eyes sparkling with your lust, “I’m– hah– gonna cum.”

He’s leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple and you think maybe he’s going to listen to you but instead he only doubles his efforts. Focusing solely on all the spots that have your mind melting, his thumb drawing circles over your clit. It’s all too much, you’re already so sensitive after however long neglect and now he’s touching you so perfectly, it’s amazing you haven’t already cum.

“You–”

“–Just let it happen,” he cuts you off before you can finish what you were trying to say, “relax, let yourself feel good,” he’s talking you through it so sweetly, “you’re already so close, I bet you’re feeling fantastic right now.”

Your only response is part way between a whine and a groan, frustrated by just how much him talking adds to how good it feels.

“Don’t hold back so much,” Choso murmurs against your ear, “I thought you said you wanted me to touch you.”

Your hips are grinding down into his hand, a desperation you’re not fully conscious of. Choso lets it happen, wanting you to get off however you want it. Quite frankly, he’s just here for the ride, he’ll help you however you need. Careful to angle his fingers just right to continue nailing your most sensitive spots, finding it loveable how in your reckless need you keep missing them.

His voice in your ear has you clenching down around his digits and he lets slip a soft whine at the knowledge that his voice helps get you off. In turn, the sound he lets out is your undoing, it’s so pathetic and surprised that your orgasm takes you over. Unable to hold it off any longer as it wracks through your whole being, fingers clawing at him as your lungs seize in your chest.

“You did so good,” Choso compliments, his voice drenched in the amount of arousal he’s feeling. His fingers slipping from your core has him biting his lip to fend off anymore sudden whines, feeling mad at how your sticky cunt seems so unwilling to let him go.

You’re so loopy and brain dead from a single orgasm that when you look up at him, he has to take a few very calculated breaths to calm down. Cumming prematurely just from how fucked you look from drowning in pleasure a very real possibility right now.

A few beats pass of him looking behind you to focus on anything but your lust dipped gaze but then you pull weakly at him and he’s looking at you again. Your thighs rubbing together, clearly not satiated with what he’s given you and you’re so completely drenched, panties nearly see through at this point. His mouth is watering and it really takes him little to no effort to follow through or decide upon his next moves.

Sliding you off the barstool only to spin you around to face it, hand placed on your upper back to gently push you chest down onto the seat of it. His body following after yours, frame pressed up against you so he can talk low into your ear, “I’m gonna touch you so much more.”

It’s an incredibly tempting promise, your pussy clenching in anticipation. You’re expecting him to take his pants off or something but instead the weight of him is lifting off you and he’s moving further behind you.

Large hands at your hips slipping your panties down your legs, the hitch in his breathing audible at the sight of you. You can’t see him but the feeling of his lips pressing open mouthed kisses up the inside of your thighs already has you squirming, cunt still twitchy from your orgasm. He’s shameless in how he licks up your leg, sucking on your skin at the highest point of your inner thigh and letting go with a loud pop.

“You’re so pretty,” his words vibrate against your skin.

Gasping at him, “Choso, why are you…”

“Why am I what?”

You grumble at him incoherently, not really sure how to ask ‘why he’s not just fucking you’ without being that blunt, plus you’re a little embarrassed. You can feel his stare on your pussy and it’s making you self-conscious, moving to stand up but Choso’s quick to raise a hand and push you back down.

He feels so impatient, “Just… cum one more time and I’ll fuck you after.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah,” his throat bobbing as he swallows, “yeah, I promise.”

Relaxing under his hand at the confirmation of his promise, that same hand trailing from your back down your waist, over your hips and then resting on the side your ass. Other hand gripping the opposite side, Choso uses his thumbs to pull at the lips of your cunt, obscenely spreading you wide. It’s so depraved that you feel your head spin, never having felt so exposed in your whole life. Breath rushing from your lungs, feeling like you’re about to pass out from the whole ordeal.

Choso’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, damn near salivating like a dog just from the sight of your sopping wet pussy. Finally putting his mouth on your sweet cunt and whining about it, making out lovingly with your hole. Tongue gliding inside you, pushing his face as close as he can possibly get so he can ensure he’s reaching as deep as he can.

Your toes are curling at the completely different sensations, huffing out all kinds of desperate and needy sounds. He’s so passionate in how he licks at you, almost like he’s worshipping everything about your cunt. It’s driving you up a wall, so overwhelmed and if you weren’t sensitive before you sure as fuck are now.

Every one of your nerves feels frayed and alive like an exposed wire, stomach flipping as you so very quickly get to the precipice of your orgasm all over again. Thighs shaking with the build-up of it, the most pathetic of sounds leaving you and you genuinely can’t help it because it’s taking everything in you to not scream. Walls clenching down around his tongue, completely different from his fingers. Still so pleasurable and yet you’re aching for something more, to be shoved full of his cock and fucked properly.

Your horny brain is taking over, babbling to him through pants and whimpers, “Cho– please– hnn– I want your– hah!” your hips are wiggling back onto his face, just about riding his tongue.

Choso can’t fucking take it, he’s so unbearably hard in his pants. Your begging is not helping and certainly not the grinds of your pussy against his mouth. He’s so excited by how you’re seeking out your own orgasm with his tongue, hands on you doing nothing more than resting there and holding you open for him. He’s not about to stop you from enjoying this to the fullest extent, continuing to lap at your cunt religiously.

Appetite for the taste of you large, all too happy to gulp down all your slick. Slurping so lewd and loud that it only serves to turn him on that much more, he can’t think straight anymore, not that he’s sure he ever was in the first place.

Your thighs start shaking that much more, whimpers that much more pathetic but the biggest giveaway of your impending orgasm is the way your hole pulses around his tongue so hot. His dick twitching in eagerness, thrilled about the prospect of your cum in his mouth.

The sounds you let out are garbled and unintelligible, you were trying to let him know just how close you were, that you were seconds away from cumming but he already knew. Coaxing you through it, sucking on your pussy as you tremble under your second orgasm. And as delicious as it is, you find yourself wishing to feel fuller, his promise has you just as eager as him.  

Already daydreaming about the sensation of being filled to the brim, still laying over the stool and collecting your fragmented mind. Words a little slurred when you call for him, “Cho… you– mmph– you gotta keep your promise.”

He can’t even find it in himself to tease or say something witty, immediately rising to his feet and quickly undressing completely. Positioning himself at your entrance but leaning down over top of you to double check with you.

“You’re ready?”

“I want it,” is all you can say in return.

His skin tingles, arousal pricking at his very being. His response to you is a soft hum before slowly pushing the tip of him into your tight, little hole. His breath leaves him and it feels like his insides jolt and then stall altogether, your pussy so fucking creamy and soft that he could swear he’s already cumming. Head absolutely spinning at the bliss he feels and he’s barely got the tip inside you, he has no idea how on earth he’s meant to possibly last longer than a singular second inside you.

And then, your hips fuck back a little and he’s letting out the largest and most pathetic whimper he ever has. Maybe if you didn’t feel like heaven itself wrapped around his aching dick, he’d feel some kind of shame or embarrassment but it hardly matters when it’s this good. For all he’s concerned, you earned that sound he just made.

He’s so completely ruined already and it has your stomach doing flips, pussy trembling around him which only further serves him to feel no shame and to continue his whines. Trying to take it as slow as he can manage but you’re making it so difficult for him. Cunt too eager to suck him in, your need pushing your hips back onto him.

Choso rises off you and presses his hand into your back to hold you still, needing a moment to breathe without you wriggling your way down his shaft. Still whining and moaning through heavy breaths, not quite halfway inside you. He’s having such a hard time thinking, head swimming in desire.

He’s paused for too long; you just want him as deep inside you as he can possibly go but he’s holding back and it’s ridiculously unbearable for you. You hadn’t realised just how damn touch starved you were before him and to be this close to having him all the way inside feels agonising.

“Choso,” your voice isn’t anywhere near as firm as you wish it had been. His only response is a strangled noise, the sound of your voice enough to make his dick jerk inside you. “You need to move.”

“Can’t,” he huffs back, he knows for certain he will cum right now if he does.

You’re too impatient and stubborn to be left this neglected for this long, your pussy literally dripping down the length of him, crying to be completely stuffed. Using your hand closest to the bench, you reach up to hold onto the edge of it and leverage yourself back. Having enough strength to push yourself onto him.

He can’t take it anymore, you forcing yourself back only serving to completely shatter his resolve. Now fucking his hips forward until he’s fully sheathed inside your honeyed cunt, shivers wracking his being at how hot and tight you are.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his eyes are rolling back in his head, letting himself indulge in you fully. So much so that he’s already pulling out to fuck right back in. He’s not even really sure he could stop moving his hips now if he really wanted to.

He’s so much bigger than you really expected him to be, pussy leaking around him and down your legs, the mess you’re making obscene. It’s too fucking good though, genuinely unsure if you’ve ever felt this way before. Squirming under him so much and he doesn’t even care to stop you, too concerned with thrusting into your sweet hole over and over again.

And what he was worried about happens anyways but now he’s too far gone to care or stop, already cumming embarrassingly quick inside you. His seed dumped deep into your cunt only to trickle from you each time he pulls out because he’s not stopping even after finishing.

You gasp at it, the feeling of his orgasm surprising you by how much you get off on it, “Cho– hah!–” it’s hard to breathe, let alone speak, “Cho– hnn– did– did you cum already?”

“Hnn?” he’s panting hard, eyes locked on how creamy your cunt is, stuffed full of his cum, “yeah… mm– I’m sorry– ‘m sorry– hah– don’t– mmph– don’t worry though.”

His hands grip your hips firmly, even the feeling of your soft skin under his palms has his cock twitching. Suddenly fucking into you so much harder and quicker, pulling you back into him with every thrust forwards. He lets out a delirious little chuckle at it, sounding completely lost in your pussy.

There’s a shocked little squeal from you at the sudden change in his pace, at the desperation oozing from him. You can only really drop your head and take it, and quite frankly, all too happy to do so. You’d been waiting to be this full and now it’s better than you thought it was going to be. You do wish you could see him though, you wish you could ride him, to see how he’d look falling apart under you turns you on.

Choso’s hand reaching around so his finger can play with your clit draws you back from your small reverie, loud moan pulled from you at it, still so fucking sensitive from how he played with you before. His touch is so insistent, not letting up for a single second, even when your hips try to evade from feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure.

He needs it though; he needs to feel how you orgasm around him. Beginning to quickly become obsessed with giving you pleasure; he wants you so fucked out and on cloud nine from him. You wanted him to touch you more and you have no idea just how badly he wanted to touch you or just what kind of thing would be awakened in him because of it.

You’re already starting to sound broken, voice shaking desperately, “Choso! Stop– hng– I’m gonna–”

“Yeah– yeah,” he huffs, dopey smile on his face, “I need you to cum on me.”

Good lord, he’s so much hornier than you could’ve ever thought, body shivering at how deep his voice had gotten. Almost like he was purring to you and your mind is splitting at that, cumming around him at how he spoke to you alone.

“Fuuck– that’s it,” his words slur a little, “Hah­– I might– I might cum again,” and you don’t see it but his eyes light up at how your hole clenches down on him, at how you shake around him.

You slump under him, your orgasms numbing your mind and making you so pliant. The only reaction Choso gets from you is when he pulls from you, your whine pitiful, displeased at how empty you feel now. His thumbs pull apart your folds to watch how his cum stuffed inside leaks back out, the sight debauched and sinful and so incredibly arousing to him.

He’s gentle in how he collects you into his arms, spinning you until you’re chest to chest. One arm wraps around you to hold you close while the other manoeuvres around to pull your shirt up and over your head.

Feeling a little weak on your feet, even more so when you realise his dick is still unbelievably hard against you. Blinking up at him, about to ask how he’s still so hard when he’s moving you so your arms loop around his neck. Startled when he suddenly picks you up, hands gripping your thighs to hold you open.

Positioning you so that if he drops you just a little lower you’ll be impaled on his cock, “Are you okay?” He’s double checking with you, eyes wide and skin flushed so pink.

This is the first time you’ve gotten to have a proper look at his face and he looks as far gone as you feel, so clearly turned on beyond belief, like he’s seconds away from losing his mind. You wouldn’t have stopped him before but with how attractive and ruined he looks right now there isn’t a single chance in hell you’re going to stop him.

“Better than okay,” you smile at him but you have a feeling you look loopy with how cock drunk you’re getting to be.

Choso bends forwards to kiss you deep, his lips on yours warm and welcoming. Tongue careful in how he opens up your mouth. It’s tender and careful how he’s kissing you and it’s got you dizzy, feeling like your toes are tingling.

He really was planning to have a nice moment but then he has a diabolical idea and follows through on it, lowering you down onto his cock so you’re taking just the tip. Delighting in how your lips part from his to whine, revelling in how your cunt jumps around the tip of him. Already having taken all of him but so sensitive to this much regardless.

You’re gripping at him so much, gasping and struggling to breathe. The reaction only further serves to arouse and satisfy him. Choosing to instead fuck your opening with just the tip of his dick, never reaching far inside you at all. Not only does it seem to bring you pleasure but it’s also frustrating you and he finds both those reactions endearing.

Whines and pants struggling out of your lungs, nails clawing at his skin as you grapple against how both good and empty it feels to be fucked like this. Forehead resting on his collarbone as you basically drool onto his skin, it feels nice to be pressed up against him like this. As frustrating as this feels, it feels far more intimate this way and you like that a lot.

“I– hnn– need– need more, please,” you can feel tears forming in your eyes.

“Really?” he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, “but it seems like you’re so close to cumming?”

And he’s right, you hate that he’s right because you don’t want to cum like this. You don’t want an orgasm forced out of you where you’ll feel empty, enjoying the feeling of cumming around all of him.

“No, no, no,” you’re repeating it over and over, shaking your head against him, “not– not like this.”

He keeps fucking you on just the tip of him though, cock getting impossibly bigger at your pleading but still not giving into you. It’s cruel of him, his stubbornness something you shouldn’t have underestimated. Those tears that had been on your waterline sliding down your cheeks now, your frustration palpable.

Just as you’re about to cum from his shallow thrusts, he slams all the way inside you all at once. Your stomach flips like crazy, cunt spasming around him as you cum so much more than you thought you were about to. Feeling him all the way at your womb, whimpering out your cries as you orgasm around his aching dick.

Twitching and writhing in his grasp, breaths broken and staggered as you cry about it all. Opening your mouth to bite his collar bone, not really sure what to do with yourself when you’re cumming this hard.

Not even conscious of the fact that he’d moved you both until he’s adjusting to carefully hold you while he lays down on the couch. Having laid down all without pulling out of you, giving you both a place to relax.

It’s hard to focus on anything other than his dick jerking and twitching inside you though, brain fixated on how it feels. Your hips rising the slightest bit just to drop back down on him, a move that shocks you just as much as him. You weren’t putting thought into it, body moving before you had decided what you were going to.

The pathetic moan from Choso is enough to make up your mind though, moving your hips over and over and over just to hear that sound over and over again. Palms moving to his chest so you can lift up to sit on him properly.

Grinding down into him without actually lifting your hips off him so you can see the faces he makes. Cock sitting deep inside you while you do nothing but rut down into him, his eyes glazed over as he watches you ride him. Hands on the tops of your thighs but he doesn’t pull or grab, just lays there and lets you do all the work.

In all honesty, this gets him off just as much, watching you use him. All too happy to be used if it means you’ll cum around him again. His abs tense under the instinct of fucking up into you though, not wanting to throw off your own pace, wanting to see what you do to him.

You’re so fucked out and malleable from how he demolished you earlier though, the weight of your orgasms weighing down your movements. Leaning back down over him, lips over top of his in a sweet and heavy kiss.

“Choso…” your mouth trails down his cheek to his neck, “need your help,” your limbs had already felt like jelly.

His hands slip to your back, caressing you gentle before gripping your ass, “Next time, you can ride me first,” he speaks low into your ear, both promising a next time and a ride on him.

You nod your head against him, “Good.”

He laughs a little breathless at your response and then starts thrusting up into you, his legs raising a bit so he can use his feet to push off the couch. It’s brutal and so obscene, especially with your mixed orgasms, everything is messy and loud. Wet squelching and skin slapping echoing around the room, it’ll be surprising if he doesn’t get a noise complaint with how thin the walls are here.

You’re moaning too much, it’s so good that there isn’t a second passing without a sound slipping from you. Deciding to preoccupy your lips with something else, biting Choso’s skin. Leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbones; anywhere you can reach from where you are pressed into him.

Choso shudders under your ministrations, knowing he’s going to have far too many marks to realistically cover for the next many days. His balls pull up at the thought of seeing them all over himself in the mirror.

He’s too fucking weak for you, you’ve got him in the palm of your hand and you have no idea. Choosing to punish you a little over how clueless you’ve been, angling his hips to hit the deepest spot inside you that has you crying for him. Your lips off his skin at it, choking down your moans and failing.

Your hands grab at the couch under him, damn near tearing into the material of it. Puffing out hot breaths as he gets you close ridiculously fast, it’s like he’s studied every spot and reaction it gets him. Knowing your body far too well already.

You can feel him in your cervix when he says, “You know I like you right?”

Now? He chooses now to say that to you, it’s annoying and arousing at the same time. “Is now really the time–”

“Couldn’t– hnn– couldn’t wait any longer to say it,” he huffs, continuously slamming into you. The slapping of your skin making his brain spin.

Somehow, you find this incredibly appealing about him. Balls deep and whining because of how good it feels to fuck you but finding it important to tell you right now that he likes you. You’d probably say it back, that you like him, that you might be falling in love with him but he’s got such perfect aim and you’re about to cum, making it incredibly hard to say much of anything.

Orgasm overtaking you when he grinds up into you for a moment before pulling back out and fucking back in. The added stimulation on your clit pushing you off the edge in one fell swoop. Saliva pooling on his skin from how you’ve been slack jawed against him, cunt tight like a vice as you finish.

It’s almost like you’re trying to milk the orgasm out of him, and if you were, then lucky for you because you’ve cum so hard it’s forced his own orgasm from him. Hips flush to yours as he dumps his load inside your convulsing pussy. His own breath struggling out of him, dick shuddering inside your creamy walls as he comes down.

You’re both blissed out on your highs, limp and trying to regain some semblance of coherent thought.

“I’ll touch you more from now on,” he teases you.

Ignoring him, “I like you too,” you grumble.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm and comforting hug, “I know you do.”

If you had the energy, you’d probably say something snarky back at him but he’s so warm and comforting under you. Steady and stable and something unfamiliar but can only be described as the feeling of home. So, you snuggle into him instead, murmuring, “I like you a lot.”

𝒂.𝒏. i wrote this on a whim and it was inspired by my other summoning fic with choso but he's the demon teehee, if you haven't read that you can read it here

i hope you guys enjoyed ! there isn't as much plot in this one as the og but it's still there :3 also i have a discord ! if you guys wanna join the link is in my pinned post,, sometimes the link expires and i forget to update it but if i do just inbox me and i'll update it :p