꧁𝒦ℐ𝒩𝒦ℳ𝒜𝒮 𝒮𝒫ℰ𝒞ℐ𝒜ℒ꧂

❤︎︎𝒟𝒜𝒴． 1❤︎︎

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
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• A𝐦𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐰(𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞)𝐩, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝,  𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞.. 𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐠𝐥 •

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏.𝟔𝐊
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You and Akaza met in a one of a blue moon moment, your relationship blossoming from when Akaza first spoke to you. The demon never knew he would be in a great relationship after losing a loved one a millennium ago, finding one just like it in newer years of his demon hood.

And.. It was great.

Unlike how Douma acted with his religion and many concubines, it seemed as if having a relationship was a one and done thing. It seemed as if with the rainbow eyed demon you just met a woman on the street, took her home, fucked her, and then left her once the sun met the horizon. Or kill her. Akaza of course didn't kill women, but that of course didn't downcast Douma's pestering. He kept insisting that 'he was a demon, life was practically an object' and 'he could at least try something new in his second life'. Of course he wouldn't listen to him.. until now.

You were amazing. Of course not greater than his first human love—but of course a great runner up! Your public relationship was great. Lakeside dates on full moons and clear nights, mornings spent snuggled in bed as Akaza wasn't called to kill Hashira's yet and stepping outside would of course turn him to dust.. Or afternoons spent trying to word off Douma as he asked what position you guys usually fucked in, where Akaza would just yell at him after. Though, if he really wish to know, it was usually a mating press.

But your private relationship..

Akaza was never an outgoing man, in or out of bed. Douma would pout when he would even have a conversation with you over ten minutes that wasn't insulting, as the best thing he could get out of him was a backhanded comment. He never got to talk to him like that, how come his fuck buddy gets to! To Akaza, just being able to touch you under a kimono, or grope at your dick over your clothes, would've been enough for him for a night, cum staining the inside of his pants. Though, farther on with experimenting, you found that the only pose he had known from his decades of life was missionary.. with him on top. That was something you definitely weren't gonna stick with.

So, you showed him the reins. Almost every night he wouldn't be called away or the sleepless days you would be trying to find out every pressure point, nook, and cranny that made him shudder. Hours of lubbing your fingers with spit and trying to find that pace on his cock or in his hole that would make him whine. And it wasn't hard either. Years of chaste loyalty caused Akaza to be an open book; and, oh, was he an open book you were gonna read.

There was a full list of things that made Akaza weak, all carved into the grooves of your brain. Grabbing his waist from behind and pushing your hard on into the groove of his ass, whispering your demands harshly into his skin, and marking him. Oo—He loved that one.