Douma Harem + Douma Oneshots

☆Douma x Akaza ☆ (part 1)

A/N: im not dead, just visited family so I couldn't update. Anyways, (anygays) this is BDSM and a lot of it at that. if that shit makes you uncomfortable, don't read. Requested by @H0elife_0rn0life ,probs didn't spell that correctly. But it does have a tiny bit of fluff at the end. Or it may not, coz I might put this into parts. (Edit: yep, I put it into parts) Also, I might make this a threesome, you decide who with. 

Douma was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt in his temple, having seen the last follower out. He felt, in his hollow cavity where a heart should be, something akin to 'boredom'. He stood up, bones cracking with the sudden movement. 

"Nakime," he called, having decided to go to the Infinity Castle. "My room~"

Nakime had been given the power of telepathy by Muzan in order to communicate with the flow of demons entering and exiting the Fortress. In all honesty for her, it was dull. The constant lower rank changing meant that she had to talk with many demons, and she was antisocial at heart.

Of course, Uppermoon Two., came Nakime's dutiful response, the sound of the biwa playing before Douma felt the ground under him sift.

With the way Nakime had teleported him, he was sitting on his bed, the silken sheets soft under him. Douma cocked his head, making a mental note to thank the one-eyed demon later. He jumped up, skipping to the door. He slid it open and cheerfully strode out, only to crash into a certain irate Uppermoon Three.

"Watch where your going, idiot!" He hissed, backfisting straight into Douma's skull, which promptly flew across the room in a bloody arc. 

"Oh hai Akaza-dono! How are you? Would you like to hunt with me~?" Crooned the superior, a lopsided grin stretching across his newly regenerated face. Akaza grimaced, his answer clearly etched on his face in the form of disgust.

"No. Leave me the hell alone." Scoffed the striped demon, pushing Douma away, before contemplating punching him again. He did, and Douma let out a moan as the hand penetrated his stomach. (Rengoku crying rn)

"What the fuck? You like that?" Akaza snarled "Weirdo."

Douma's skin regenerated quickly, pushing the arm out of aforementioned with a squelch. He looked down at Akaza (#shortakaza), faint blush coating his face.

"Do it again Akaza-dono, please!" He begged, hand on Akaza's shoulder.

Much to Douma's pleased surprise, Akaza complied. His arm sunk into Douma's pale flesh, the skin ripping and blood seeping out. Douma let out another moan, clearly enjoying himself.

Akaza looked at him, the new information that Douma was a masochist dawning. That's why Douma had never opposed the hits Akaza brought upon him. It didn't surprise him, honestly. Someone as odd as the Uppermoon Two was bound to have some unusual kinks. Which made Akaza wonder if he had any others.

He hated the nagging feeling in his chest that told him to find out.

However, the nagging feeling won and Akaza was suddenly throwing Douma against the wall, pinning him down. Douma moaned again, and Akaza loathed that the sounds were turning him on.

"What are you planning Akaza-dono?" Douma smirked and decided that it was a great time to grind his hips into Akaza. Douma gasped again, feeling Akaza's growing erection between his legs.

"I always knew you liked me!" He squealed, somehow unfazed by the fact that Akaza's very large  clothed dick was rubbing his own. In response, Uppermoon Three punched his superior again. 

"Hey, ya wanna do something else, Akaza? Like maybe we could fuck?" Commented Douma tonelessly, as if it was a subject as casual as the weather. Akaza stared blankly at him. 

"Um.." In all his life - demon and the shards he could remember as a human - someone hadn't asked him such a direct question. 

"Well~? Hurry up." Huffed Douma, licking his lips. 

Akaza couldn't believe what he was going to say. "Fine. But you tell no one, understand?" 

Douma nodded eagerly, pushing Akaza toward the direction of his room. Once they'd gotten through, Akaza began to take off his own clothes, pausing when he realised Douma hadn't.

"I can't fuck you with your clothes on." He deadpanned, eyes boring into Douma. 

"Ah. Yes, just as I would say, admiring you. Your physical appearance is rather endearing."

Akaza scowled at the long words. Douma knew that he didn't understand those. For all he knew, the blond could have said he looked like a whale. 

"Well take them off, idiot." He grimaced, feeling aroused yet disgusted by the fact he was going to have sex with Douma. (Something I bet u dream about) 

Douma hurriedly shrugged off his clothes, lettting the expensive fabrics float the the floor. Akaza smirked. 

(I can't write smut help)

Douma fell backwards, now lying on the bed. He spread his legs, shooting a glance at Akaza as he did so. 

"I don't have all day Akaza-dono, I've got a cult to attend to after all!" He chirped, rainbow eyes dull despite the longing expression on his face. 

Akaza growled in annoyance, or was it lust? Those two emotions had blended together, leaving Akaza unsure of his feelings. Did he hate him, or love - no, Akaza shouldn't love Douma. The only thing that would come out of that would be hurt, as Douma's love would be unreal. 

"Get up, and go on your knees, slut." Commanded Akaza, unsure mentally of his words. Would Douma like being called a slut? From previous humans that Akaza had performed vulgar activities with -in human form, of course- they either loved it or hated it. To his surprise, Douma's cock twitched, aroused.

"You like that? Being called slut? So you like pain, if I'm correct, and degrading?" Asked Akaza, an idea forming in his mind. 

Douma didn't answer, instead, as Akaza had told him, he got on his knees in front of Uppermoon Three. 

"Now suck, whore." Snarled Akaza, playing around with what Douma might like. Could he use that word? However, Douma didn't seem to mind, eagerly clasping his lips around Akaza's length. Akaza let out a shaky moan. Never had he had someone be this - as much as it pained him to compliment Douma - good at blowjobs. He gripped Douma's hair, forcing aforementioned to gag on the cock in his mouth. 

Something that Akaza noticed when he had pulled Douma's hair, is that Douma moaned. The sound had sent vibrations all over his dick, and Akaza wanted it again. He pulled on Douma's hair, harder this time, and once again, the blond moaned. So. That was another kink. Akaza stored that away in his mind for next time.

Akaza blinked. Had he seriously just thought to himself of having sex with Douma again? 

Well.....so far, Douma wasn't half bad. 

"What else d'ya like, I wonder..."

Then a tongue licked the bottom of his dick, and Akaza gasped.

"Fuck, do that again..." he groaned, voice low. Douma complied, his skilled tongue making quick work of it. Akaza could feel the low pressure building up, and without warning, he came, straight into Douma's mouth. Douma removed himself from Akaza with a slight pop as his lips drew over the edge of Akaza.

(A/N: I 'm gonna cut it off here, it's already over 1000 words, and I wanna take a break from writing. Sorry for not updating in a while. Have a great day/night!)