"𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨".
A collection of one-shots, starring the Kimetsu No Yaiba characters. Walk through the rooms of the Infinity Fortress and search for the Alternative Universe you would love to experience.
This collection contai...
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STARRING: Douma x f!reader;
WARNINGS: nsfw, modern au, oral sex (Douma receiving), language, slight degradation;
FORMAT: short imagine;
PLOT: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?
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DOUMA.
You were comfortably reading a novel on your bed. Your boyfriend, Douma, had come over fifteen minutes ago and was currently taking a shower. The house was silent, finally. Well, it was one of the perks of living alone after years of sharing a roof with your family. You had longed for some peace and, obviously, for some privacy too. You did not have to ask your poor boyfriend to sneak into your house in the middle of the night for some quality time in your bedroom. Not to mention you were not always on a rush too.
You had just flipped the page, when Douma walked into your bedroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The sweet scent of coconut and vanilla filled the air, as he grinned down at you and crawled over the bed. You knew what time it was. The predatory look in his glimmering rainbow-colored eyes left nothing to imagination. He demanded your attention, there was no doubt about it.
"Baby, aren't you done reading yet?" he chimed, hovering over you and swatting the book away from your hands.
You rolled your eyes at him, flinching at the loud thud of your book landing on the floor "I think I am now. – you sarcastically stated, cupping his smooth cheek in your hand – You know I don't like to be interrupted. But, maybe, you can make it up to me, can't you?" you whispered, opening your legs wider to let him settle in between.
Douma smirked, his pearly teeth on display as he grasped your wrists and pinned them up above your head "Really? No, baby, I think it's your turn to make it up to me, though. – he purred, chewing on his lower lips thoughtfully before finishing his sentence – After all, you refused to shower with me. I'm quite offended" he feigned offence, making your cheeks flush up instantly.
Not much was said after that. The languid glance he shot in your direction, as he unknotted the towel hanging around his waist and discarded it on the ground, was the only hint he dropped for you to take action. Your mouth watered at the sight you were beholding and you wasted no time in tying your hair up in a ponytail and pushing your boyfriend down on the mattress.
Douma chuckled as you wrapped your hand around his cock, your tongue twirling around the leaking tip and eliciting a soft grunt from him "My, my... What a diligent slut you are. You're taking your time, aren't you? – he breathed out, half-lidded eyes boring into yours – Yet, that's not what I want" he said, his tone of voice dropping a few octaves as he yanked your hair back before thrusting up into your mouth.
Your breath hitched and you gagged for the sudden intrusion in your throat, your tongue trying to stimulate his turgid shaft as he relentlessly hit the back of your throat. His pace was feral, tears peaked at the angles of your eyes and Douma softly moaned your name, as he chased his orgasm.
"Fuck—Just like that! That's your dinner, baby. Y-yes! Swallow my cum like the needy bitch you are" the silver-haired man said just when his thrusts became sloppier and his climax was about to reach its peak.
You were so lost into giving him pleasure, gaze flicking up to stare at his angelic face that you had not heard someone unlocking the front door. Obviously, you did not even hear the footsteps echoing in the corridor outside your bedroom and, when the door opened, your brother almost got an heart attack.
Your nose pressed against Douma's navel, his hand holding onto your ponytail as he fucked your mouth, Akaza watched how his irritating friend and, unfortunately, brother-in-law came down your throat with a final thrust. He grimaced in disgust, the box with the pizza he had bought on his way to your house slipping from his hand and splattering on the carpet and he let out a groan of frustration.
"Y/N, what the fuck?!" he blurted out, causing you to pull away from Douma and forcefully swallowing down to collect yourself.
Your cheeks were beet red, as you quickly threw a pillow at Douma for him to cover himself "Akaza! Have you ever heard about giving a call before coming over!" you piped out, eyes daggers on him.
Douma, on the other hand, was having the best time of his life. A proud smirk crossing his lips, he held the pillow to cover his waist "Akaza-dono! Of course she is still fucking me! Once you try a good cock, there's no way you're going to stop! – he crooned – Also, your sister's got such a skillful tongue! Her throat is so—".
He never got to finish the sentence because your brother had jumped at his throat and you spent the next two hours trying not let him slaughter your boyfriend on the dinner table.
