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𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚!Douma x 𝙄𝙙𝙠𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙚!Reader

Toxic

I wanted to write a lemon so freaking badly but I must refrain. No other demon is in this! I can't bare to see them like that. 

TW: Passive Smoking, Withdrawal, Drug Abuse/Substance Abuse

The day you confessed to Douma was probably the best day of your life. I mean, the first thing he did was grab your jaw with his icy hands and bring  you up into a passionate kiss.

Actually, after you confessed to Douma, you had the best month of your life. Every morning he would send you love letters through doves and every night he'd sneak into your room, knowing your father would be furious if you had a boy in your room, and cuddled with you until you slept on his shoulder.

He'd play with you. Make you want more of him because he was your serotonin.

He was your serotonin. 

You wished he could say the same for you though.

It was just not fair. It's not fair that you're not as high of a priority to him as he is yours. It's not fair that every hour of the day you think of him. It's not fair that he chooses to spend time with other psychos that aren't you. 

But you were scared. You were scared of the look of disappointment he might have if you asked him to spend more time with you, or he'd simply laugh it off and say no to your honest suggestion.

You were scared he'd think you're needy and that you think he actually had time to spend with you. 

"Let's go out to eat today," he whispered into your ear calmly as you sat on his lap, your back resting on his chest and his hands hugging your waist. "Would you like that? I'm sorry I forgot to speak with you yesterday." 

You struggled to hum in response, you're consciousnesses too occupied focusing on what he was doing to you to actually register what he said.

"Where does my lady want to go..?" He says under his hot breath that makes your spine shiver. You tighten the grip on your dress, looking down with half opened eyelids and soak in Douma's smoky scent. 

"Wherever.. wherever my Knight wants." 

There was silence on the other end and after a moment you turned around to feel lips pressed  against yours gently, with his tongue just outside your mouth as if asking humbly before entering although it could easily do so with or without your consent. 

You melted into the kiss, gasping for a breath before being cut off by his lips once again, and you gently reached for his jaw, tracing that bone painstakingly slowly. 

Douma bit your bottom lip for you and grinned against your skin. "Hm.. then again, you're father wouldn't really want you going out with me today, would he?" 

"No-no, please don't go." You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the way his heart beats slowly and how his chest rises and falls. 

The feeling between the two of you was electric. Filled with shocking ecstasy. You felt like you must be suffocated by his presence, or you simply cannot function properly. 

"I don't care what my father thinks. I don't care where we go." You continue after you saw Douma's smile twist wider and more arrogant. "I don't care what we do but I really really want you to stay with me." 

He leaned in and plants a kiss under your jaw, lingering there longer than you expected, "I'm still waiting for the magic word," 

"Tsk.." you cleared your throat, "Please?"