𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

2. Douma (Smut)

WATCH YOUR MOUTH.

In which Douma is not a demon, but the Ice Pillar. As his tsuguko, you try to keep up with him, but you always end up fighting. On a sunny day, things, eventually, got heated and you find yourself wrapped in his bedsheets.

(FOR THE FANART, CREDITS GO TO THE AUTHOR).

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You dodged to the left, cutting a caper, and you hastily charged towards the Ice Pillar. Your katana clashed against his one and he let out a heartfelt laughter. You had no idea why he had chosen you to be his tsuguko. You did not seem to get along. You were frenemies, at best. Douma was a flirtatious freak. He was a talented swordsman, indeed, but he had no empathy. He was a tactless man with a dazzling smile, nothing more.

Obviously, now, a quarrel was about to start.

«Stop laughting at me. You're getting on my nerves» you spat, your eyes boring into his kaleidoscopic ones. He was quite irritating and you were two seconds away from losing your temper.

Douma grinned and pushed you back with such a force that you flew back to the entrance of his quarter.

«You're zoning out again! Stop insulting me and control yourself! – he scolded you, cocking his head to the side – Plus, that's quite disrespectful» he remarked, gracefully sheathing his sword.

You scoffed and discarded yours onto the ground, turning your back on him and heading to your chambers. You were officially done with him.

«Hey, that's disrespectful too!» he shouted, a ounce of amusement permeating his words.
God, what was so funny about it?

«If you don't shut the Hell up, I'm going to shove my katana up your ass!» you fired back, a irk mark wrinkling your forehead as you kept marching towards your rooms.

A riotous laughter rang in your ears and you froze solid. Was he seriously find it amusing?

«Maybe, little icy butterfly, I should show how how it's done! Bend over, please!» he commented, hiding his smirk behind his golden fan.

Your cheeks flashed up in a vivid shade of red and your breath itched. Did he just flirt with you? How could he just play it cool? You were his tsuguko, you were in the middle of a serious conversation and he thought that using a dirty pick-up line was the best choice to make.

You turned around and stormed over to him, wanting nothing more than wipe the toothy grin he was displaying off of his face.
Your hand, though, never reached his cheek. His slender fingers wrapped firmly around your wrist and the sharp twack of his fan shutting closed made you realize he had beated you again. How frustrating.

«When are you going to learn that going on a rampage and giving in to your emotions is your greatest weakness?» he stated, leaning his face dangerously close to yours. You hated him, you truly did. It was like he never stopped pushing you around and teasing you. He was supposed to be your Master, but he acted like a rowdy child.

«Let me go, Doma» you coldly said through gritted teeth.

He pouted and gently put his fan under your chin, forcing you to trail your gaze on his shamefully handsome face. He was not supposed to look like that. Unfortunately, you had to admit that he was your type. His eyes, his glimmering eyes always got you, no matter how pissed off you were. They made you falter and forgive him.