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Akaza sighs as he goes down on his knees, causing the mattress to dip beneath you, and his hands come up to hold onto your waist.
He’s been visiting you at night more often lately.
Sometimes you’re awake—ready and waiting for him.
But sometimes—just like tonight—you’re asleep.
But you honestly did try to wait for him tonight.
You look forward to your encounters with him—which is absurd, considering you’re the one who should be trying to kill him since he’s a demon.
One of the Upper Moons.
And you’re a Hashira.
And yet here he is, in your bedroom, late at night, as you shift in your sleep—with Akaza knowing you wouldn’t even bother to try cutting his head off if you were awake.
It’s an odd…situation you put yourself in.
One that you know will get you in deep trouble with the Corps if they ever find out.
But that never stopped you from letting this particular demon touch you.
Kiss you.
Or fuck you.
Akaza was too good with the words he’d say to you and how he touched you—and you’re only a human after all.
One that would merely melt under Akaza’s touches alone.
You let out a small sigh as your closed lids flutter, still fast asleep, and Akaza runs his thumbs in circles over the exposed skin of your stomach—watching you with a fond gaze.
“Must be a nice dream,” He mutters to himself as he leans down to inhale your scent he puts his head in between your neck and shoulder, and he exhales with a satisfied hum.
It’s the one thing he finds himself looking forward to, now.
To come here—entering your room through the window at night—and just feel you under the palms of his hand.
It’s insane.
Stupid and irrational.
And yet Akaza never tried to kill you to stop this—whatever this is—between you two.
He gives the side of your neck a long, wide, and hot glide of his tongue—savoring the taste of you that has him groaning softly—and one of his hands slides up and under your tank top to squeeze your supple breast.
He feels you tense under his touches, but not enough to wake you up, allowing him to continue as he kisses down your neck and collarbone—and he pushes the rest of your tank top up to reveal your tits for his mouth to lavish on.
If you were awake—he’d spend more time on this.
Knowing just how much you love having your tits sucked on as he flicks the tip of his tongue against your nipple.
But you’re not awake.
And he’s feeling a little more needy tonight.
Akaza is careful as he peels your pajama pants and panties down, revealing your glistening folds in the process—and god, it has Akaza’s head spinning and his mouth waters at the sight.
“So wet for me, hm?” His voice is low, and quiet, as he goes down to greedily lick your pussy, feeling you jerk against him, and he grins with a breathy chuckle. “So responsive, even in your sleep.”
It’s a little dangerous whenever he eats you out like this.
Because of his fangs that occasionally prick you, and he can taste the little bits of your blood that mix on his tongue—
It tempts him. So fucking badly.
But he never gives in. He never lets it get too far.
He tries to focus more on how you respond so sleepily to the way his tongue licks your cunt, undulating against your clit, and pushing it inside you as far as he can.
He focuses on sucking on your pussy folds until he has saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth, and making a mess out of you with how much of your juices are leaking onto his chin and bedsheet.
He focuses on how hard his cock feels—and it’s nearly painful as it strains against his pants, making him groan against you as he thinks about sliding his thick cock inside you, knowing that you can never fit it all in one go.
His jaw goes to work as his hands keep your thighs open while licking your clit over and over until he feels you responding more and more—a small indication that you’re slowly coming to awareness.
“Is my little human awake, now?” He mumbles that against your cunt, and he gives your clit one last suckle before pulling off with a wet pop, watching you as your eyelashes flutter and you dazedly open your eyes.
Everything feels like sludge to you, and you can barely comprehend what’s going on.
You just feel hot and wet and so warm inside your body—it takes a little longer than it should have for you to notice that Akaza is there, staring down at you with a wicked little smirk.
“…’Kaza?” You mumble sleepily, not a bone in your body is on alert even though one of the top three strongest Upper Moons has you in an extremely vulnerable spot.
And that, in itself, should be alarming.
But it isn’t.
It never is when it’s with Akaza.
You hear Akaza mutter something—but you can’t tell what it is because of how sleepy you are and how far behind your mind feels.
But the next thing you feel is him shifting to lay beside you, with warm and rough hands holding onto your waist and legs to roll you onto your side—and hot lips caressing your ear.
“Don’t worry, you just lay here and be a good girl for me,” Akaza murmurs against your ear, causing you to shiver, and you want to say more but—
You simply nod instead, feeling sleep trying to tug at you again, and you do as you’re told as you let Akaza handle you as he pulls your back flush against his chest—and one of his hands slides behind your thigh as he grabs on to lift your leg.
“Take it all for me, okay?” He says that so sweetly as he guides the tip of his cock against your sopping hole, slapping your pussy with his dick a few times and making these wet sounds before he begins to slowly push in—kissing your neck as you whine with how insanely stretched out you feel already.
“There we go, you take me so well,” He’s only halfway in and you already feel like you might die—feeling suffocated with how deep he feels in your guts. “You feel so tight, baby.”
Your eyes are droopy, you feel so tired and your limbs are limp, that all you can do is try to sluggishly reach back with one arm to hold onto Akaza’s hair, gasping and moaning quietly as he rocks his hips against yours—making you feel every inch of him as his dick slides further inside you.
And Akaza fucks you nice and deep and slow, making your pussy drool all over his dick as he hits your g-spot with every roll of his hips, causing the buzzing pleasure between your thighs to grow so thick and hot that you have to bury your head into the pillow, muffling your cries as Akaza makes you cum more than once—your orgasm throbbing through you.
He fucks you through it all—his grip on your waist like iron to hold you in place—his dick coming out slick with your arousal every time he pulls out, only for him to push it back and make your fluids gush out, grinding his fat cock inside you until your lashes are coated with tears and you can’t take it anymore.
And Akaza leaves you that night like how he always does—
A tummy full of his cum, pussy sore and pulsing as you lay in the sheets that you know will need a good cleaning the morning after.
He leaves you with the softest kiss on the lips—a promise for a next time—and a blanket thrown over you as he leaves the same way he came in.
And that night you sleep soundly, uncaring of how messy you are, feeling elated and at ease—all because of the very person that can easily get you banished from the Corps.
But that’s a worry for the future.