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glamourscat · 18 days ago

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Please gimme some fake dating and then suddenly it's not so fake dating for the Blue Exorcist boys- Yukio and maybe Shima? Cause they seem the types to do it (one to escape women and the other as a cover maybe?)

FAKE DATING | Yukio Okumura x reader

a/n: i only did Yukio, I hope it's alright! It came out pretty long :)

“Is this really necessary?” you say, looking in the mirror. Glasses now on your face, alongside a rather very obvious wig.

Yukio’s eyes are fixed on his phone as he speaks, a slight furrow in his brow, lost reading a new email from Shura, “Yes. We need to sell it.”

You sigh and tug at the wig a bit. It’s so obviously not your hair, and you hate it. “It’s not like anyone’s going to believe we’re a couple, anyway. You know, with me looking like…this.” You gesture at yourself, that wig Shura chose, red obviously, makes you stand out like a stop sign. This must be a joke.

He glances up, then goes back to his phone. “No one said it had to look perfect. Just stick with the plan. It's only until we deal with the situation.”

Right. The "situation”, aka having to infiltrate a ball run by some rather sketchy group of individuals, to understand if they are using demons to carry on their dirty work. And for your luck, it’s obviously you who got this mission.

“How are we going to act then?” you ask, turning to face him. "Do I… hold your hand in public? Do we like, kiss each other or something?"

Yukio's face doesn’t change. “No. I mean– we shall see once we cross that bridge. For now, just stick to the plan. Stay close to me, let’s go to this ball, get what we need and walk away as soon as we are done.”

You stare at him for a beat. “Hmm… So, no kissing?” you ask, half-seriously, half-amused.

He stares back at you for a second, expression unreadable, before shrugging slightly. “Not unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

A small snort escapes you before you can stop it, your eyes holding a glint he can’t really read.

He finally looks up from his phone, catching your eye with a small, deadpan smile. “You’re the one who agreed to this. Don’t act surprised.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid plan. Besides, it is not like I had a choice. It was either me or Shima.” you mutter, trying not to laugh at the image in your head of Shima with the same red wing you’re wearing on.

Yukio glances at you for a moment, his unfazed gaze breaking just a tad as he tries not to chuckle too. But just for a few seconds, at least until he goes back to look at his phone. “Just keep it together, it will be only for a few hours anyway.”

"Whatever," you mumble, running your fingers through the wig, clearly ready to pull it off.

The corner of his mouth twitching slightly like he might be holding back a smirk, his blue eyes subtly eyeing your form in the black dress you’re wearing. "Now let’s go. We’re going to be late otherwise."

And with that, you both walk out of his dorm. The night is prospecting to be extremely ridiculous, but with Yukio beside you, the weight of pretending feels even more bigger. As his hands brush against yours while walking and you have to pretend that you absolutely do not want to interlock your fingers with his. This is going to be a long ass night.

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When you arrive the music from inside is muffled by the tall gates. You both stand there for a moment, as Yukio checks his watch, before you walk through the gate together. Yukio leads the way, his posture stiff and professional as always, though you can see the muscles in his back flex when you step a little closer, almost out of instinct.

You don’t need to look at him to know he feels the same strange pull, you can sense it in the way his voice lowers when he speaks to you, like he's trying to keep whatever is going at arm length from being too real.

Yukio’s hand is near your waist now, guiding you through the crowd, fingers just barely grazing the fabric of your dress. It’s gentle, almost too gentle. A few steps further and Yukio stops, his eyes scanning the room carefully for any movement, his hand staying firmly against your side. For a moment, you’re both still, just standing there, caught in some weird silent limbo.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice barely audible over the music.

You swallow. “Yeah.” your voice is far too quiet to be believable, yet, he doesn’t push.

He looks at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before he gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. The moment stretches, and you feel your pulse picking up. You're too aware of how close he is, too aware of the way his eyes follow you, the way his hand feels warm against your side. Too aware of the way your chest rises and falls, the way your breath hitches just slightly.

And then it happens.

A split second, a fleeting moment when you both lean in a bit too close. Maybe it’s the heat of the moment, or maybe it’s just the pressure of having to keep up the facade for too long. But before you can stop yourself, your lips brush against his.

You freeze. But Yukio doesn’t pull away.

The room seems distant now, blurry and far away, just a hum in the background of your own thoughts. It’s strange, too familiar, but at the same time so foreign. The way his lips move against yours is so gentle, yet calculated, like he’s trying to study you and your reaction. The kiss isn’t urgent, it’s not demanding.

And just as quickly as it started, it ends.

“Just… necessary for the mission you know. Having to reinforce our co– couple, yes– couple status." Yukio says between subtle stutters as he fixes his glasses. Before he turned his head you caught a glimpse of his now pinkish cheeks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, throat dry as a desert, unsure of what just happened. You can hear the sound of your breath in your ears, your heart echoing in your chest, louder than the music. For a moment, you don’t know what to say. Yukio doesn’t say anything else.

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Yukio’s inner monologue:

He’s not sure what exactly happened just now. He didn’t plan on it. Didn’t even expect it.

But the feeling of her lips against his lingers, warm and soft, was just too much for his brain. There’s a confusion, a mess in his mind he can’t seem to fix. His chest tightens. This should feel wrong, but doesn’t. The kiss wasn’t meant to mean anything. He keeps telling himself that it was just not to give any suspicion, a part of the act, if you will.

His thoughts turn inwards, and for the briefest of moments, he’s not the stoic twin, the one who had to grow up too quickly. He’s just a man standing beside you, caught in a moment that, perhaps, neither of you was prepared for.

But he doesn't regret it.

Not yet at least.

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fanfictionstuff · 2 months ago

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may i request a nsfw fic with (afab) demon! reader x amaimon :3 maybe as a pt 2 to the last demon reader x amaimon fic?

I was so excited to see him today in the new episode that I kind of got carried away with this fic and extended it by over 2000 words. LMAO.

4999 words.

I love him so much. He's the new wallpaper on my mac lmao

Rin raises an eyebrow while observing you smile at your phone. Although he invited you to join him and the other exorcist students, you’ve spent the entire time grinning at your device like an idiot. “Who are you texting?” he asks.

“A friend.”

"The only friends you have are at this table," Rin says flatly.

“That’s not true!”

The pink-haired teenager sitting across from you leans in with a playful grin, saying, “I bet it’s a guy~.”

“Shut up, Shima!” You snap, kicking him under the table.

A shocked look crosses Rin’s face. “A guy? Are you really talking to a guy?” He quickly grabs the phone from your hand and holds it out of reach. “Rin! Give me back the phone.”

“No, I have to make sure he respects my sister,” he insists, trying to unlock the phone while keeping it just out of your reach.

Yukio shakes his head at his siblings’ behavior. “You need to be more respectful to our older sister." He takes the phone from Rin and hands it back to you. You receive another text as soon as the phone is back in your hands.

That sounds boring. Come play with me instead.

You bite your lower lip as you read the text. Spending time with your friends isn’t boring; however, spending time with the demon king does sound more appealing at the moment. But if you leave now, Rin will realize something is up and start stalking you or something.

Since meeting the demon king a few months ago, he’s become a staple in your life. Even if Rin swears, he was trying to kill him and almost killed Shiemi. You were there during the camping trip; you didn’t see him trying to kill Shiemi, just using her to pull Rin out, and it worked. Also, you’re aware Amaimon isn’t allowed to kill Rin. That night, both you and Rin were exposed as demons. The young exorcists surprisingly accepted you nearly right away, even while still feeling weary of Rin.

You had thought that Rin had exorcised him. Therefore, when he showed up on your sofa two weeks later, complaining that you took too long to return home, you were overwhelmed with feelings and accidentally kissed him. However, he didn’t let you pull away to apologize. Instead, he leaned in when you attempted to part, preventing you from disconnecting from his lips.

Wait at my apartment; I’ll be home in about an hour.

No.

No?! What do you mean ‘no’?

His silence makes you a bit anxious. You look down at your plate, noticing only a few bites remaining. You hurriedly finish, trying not to make it too obvious that you want to leave the restaurant quickly. It seems to fool everyone except Rin, and Yukio from the look he gives you as you stand, attempting to walk off. “I just remembered I have something important to complete. I’m sorry to leave a bit early.” The others nod, telling you goodbye with Shiemi, even trying to make plans for the next time you get to hang out.

Rin is on your heels as you leave the restaurant. “_____, where are you going? Why are you suddenly busy? Are you actually talking to a guy?” He grills you as he falls into step beside you. “Rin, I’ve got something I have to complete.”

“What is it.”

“It’s personal.”

“Fine, but if you have a boyfriend, you know you have to introduce us, right? I need to make sure he’s a good person.”

You pause, giving him an unimpressed look while tugging on his tail. “I don’t have to do anything, Rin.”

“Ow! That hurts!”

You pull a few more times before letting it go. "Quit making noise and return to the restaurant. Unless you want Shima to make a move on Shiemi since you’re too scared to ask her out yourself.”

Rin wraps his tail around himself protectively, narrowing his eyes at you. “Fine, but I will find out who.” he warns before walking away.

You’re walking past a small alley when someone unexpectedly grabs your wrist, yanking you into their embrace. The rich, earthy scent of nature envelops you, instantly identifying the figure behind you. As you realize it’s Amaimon, tension releases from your body, and you relax in his arms. “Amaimon, what are you doing? I told you to wait at my apartment.” His hold tightens, simmering with frustration, as he growls softly in your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Why are you touching another demon’s tail?” Possessiveness laces his words, turning them into a hiss of jealousy, while his hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers exploring as they delicately grasp your tail, a gesture both tender and fervently protective. “Doing this in front of me, you must want me to kill your brother.”

“What are you talking about?”

Amaimon sighs, continuing to run his fingers along your tail. “Is this because you were raised by a human that you’re unaware?” He questions, continuing his actions. “Does it feel good?” The longer he touches it, the more sensitive it feels. “Y-yeah.” His lips brush against your ear as he speaks. “No other man should see or touch you like this and never touch another demon like this.” He warns, and you begin to realize demons’ tails aren’t as innocent as you initially imagined.

"Wait, Amaimon, what do you mean by 'never touch another demon like this'?" Your voice trembles slightly as you question him; other than kisses here and there, he’s never said anything about a relationship. Sure, you want one, but you weren’t going to expect a demon king to want something serious with you.

Amaimon leans in even closer, his warm breath tickling your skin as he murmurs, "You belong to me." His voice is low and possessive.

“Wait, wait.” You pull away from him completely. “Belong to you? Since when?” As you speak, your tail slips back under your shirt. “We aren’t in a relationship, and you haven’t even confirmed whether or not you want to date me.”

His golden eyes lock onto yours; the possessive expression quickly turns blank. “What?”

“What do you mean by 'what'? You haven't even officially asked me out or anything.” Sure, you don't have much experience in relationships, but this feels more like friends who occasionally kiss. It's almost like you're friends with benefits without taking it too far, right?

He just stands in front of you, staring for another minute before turning to walk away.

You stare at the wall, unsure what to do—confused by his reaction. Did he think you two were in a relationship? Had you just been an idiot all this time and didn’t realize your friendship had morphed into a romantic relationship? Guess I messed that up.

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Mephisto observes his brother with curiosity. Just moments ago, Amaimon had burst into his office, appearing unusually annoyed. Initially, Mephisto thought it might involve Rin. When asked, Amaimon simply shook his head, remaining tight-lipped about what was bothering him.

“Amaimon, sit down and tell me what’s wrong. I’m a busy man, you know.”

He doesn’t sit, but he does pause and turns to look at his older brother. “I’ve been courting her for weeks now, and she’s been receptive.”

“What?” Mephisto’s eyes widen; this is the first he’s heard Amaimon has taken an interest in someone. Let alone the fact he’s interested enough he’s courting her. “Who have you been courting?”

“You told me I should check online if I had questions about Assiah. It indicated that courting rituals in Assiah include having conversations, texting, giving gifts, physical affection, and taking trips together." He begins pacing again as he speaks. “I’ve done all of these things. So why did she say I haven’t been courting her?”

“Have you been courting a human?”

“No.”

“So, who have you been courting? I don’t know of anyone nearby for you to court besides-” Mephisto blinks, disbelief washing over his face. He hadn’t even realized that Amaimon had encountered her; he definitely hadn’t mentioned it. No, that’s absurd; she knows how Amaimon assaulted Rin and even threatened her other friends. It can’t be true. “Are you pursuing Rin’s older sister?”

“Yes.”

Mephisto rubs his forehead in frustration. However, _____ would never choose to be with someone who harmed her cherished younger brother. Didn't Amaimon disclose his true identity? "I'll call her," Mephisto resolves, aiming to resolve the situation before Amaimon causes any harm. It's better to address this issue promptly now.

“No. She’s mine.”

Mephisto's brow twitches as he speaks. "I can assure you, I have no interest in her. I am going to call her for you."

“No.”

"Fine," Mephisto concedes, raising his hands in surrender. "Just ask her if she realizes you're trying to court her. Sometimes, humans can be oblivious, so it might require a straightforward approach." Amaimon begins to protest, but Mephisto interrupts him. "I understand she's not human, but she was raised by one. If her response disappoints you, you will NOT harm her.” Mephisto’s voice adopts a menacing tone as he stresses the last point sentence.

A shiver runs down Amaimon’s spine at the threat. “Okay, bye.”

Mephisto exhales, bracing himself for the tantrum he knows will come from his younger brother when he returns tonight. It feels like there's always some absurd drama with his siblings.

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It’s nearly one in the morning, and you’re lying in bed, scrolling through your phone when the bedroom door opens. You jolt, startled for a moment, but you relax upon noticing the spike on the dark figure’s head. “Amaimon? What are you doing here?” He never randomly shows up at this hour. Instead of answering, he walks quietly around to your side. As your eyes adjust, you see him more clearly. He’s dressed differently than usual—or, rather, he’s wearing less than you’re accustomed to. You’ve seen him without the jacket but never without the vest or arm warmers. Now, he stands before you, wearing only the button-up t-shirt and unusual pants. “Are you okay?”

The more you stare at him, you notice that his shirt’s first couple of buttons have been undone. Was he in the middle of undressing when he decided to visit me? Staring at you blankly with a disinterested tone, he states. “You’re mine.”

He climbs over you on the bed. “Big Brother said you probably didn’t notice I was courting you. I don’t care. You’re still mine.”

“Wait, courting? Courting? As in for a future marriage? Engagement type of courting?” You attempt to push him back like you had in the alley, but this time, it’s like pushing against a stone wall; he won’t budge.

Amaimon gazes down at you, his expression unreadable as he pins you to the bed with his weight. His golden eyes lock onto yours, filled with a possessive intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I have courted you in the ways of Assiah," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "You accepted my gifts, my gestures of affection. You are mine.”

Amaimon's long, dark claws brush gently against your jaw, sharply contrasting with the strength he's using to hold you in place.

"Hold on a moment. Just how long have you been courting me? You’re a demon king; what would interest you in courting me?”

“You’ve proven you’ll be a good mate for me, and I’ve proven I’ll be a good mate for you.”

You try to think back to when you’ve ever made Amaimon believe you’d be a good mate. You don’t even know anything about demons regarding the way they mate. I’m an awful demon; I don’t even know these important details. You frown to yourself, ashamed you don’t know these things. “Tell me how I’ve proven it.”

Amaimon’s blank stare feels like it’s penetrating you. “You chose me.”

“Huh?”

“You chose me over your brothers, over humans.”

When did I choose him over Rin and Yukio? Your eyes widen as you wrack your brain, trying to think of a time that would make Amaimon believe you’ve chosen him over them. But nothing comes to mind. “I did? When?”

“Often, even tonight.”

Your eyes widen at his words. He’s right. Multiple times, you’ve brushed Rin off because Amaimon wanted your attention. You’ve left early because Amaimon told you he wants to spend time with you. You’ve been choosing him over your brothers.

Amaimon's grip on you tightens as he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. "You've always chosen me, even when you didn't realize it," he murmurs, his tone possessive yet strangely gentle. He leans down, pressing his warm lips against yours. “I wasn’t going to say anything about it tonight, but then I saw you and Rin when you were walking home.” One of his hands slips under the long t-shirt you use as pajamas to grasp your tail. Starting at the base of your tail, he runs his claw along to the fluffy tip. Then he gently tugs, causing you to gasp. “Do you still think touching your brother like this is appropriate?” As a jolt of pleasure runs throughout your body, you quickly shake your head. “I didn’t know.” You admit moaning at the sensation. “I won’t do it again.”

As he gently runs his fingers along your tail, you feel something wrapping around your wrist; you glance to the side and notice it’s his tail. “Wait, stop.” You push against him softly. “I’ve never seen your tail like this.” You mutter, sitting up to touch it. It feels just like yours and Rin’s, but the color matches his hair. Dark green, with a fluffy tip being a slightly light green. “I didn’t know your tail looked like this.” You had seen his tail before when he changed into his demon form. It was thick and looked like a reptile tail. While you hadn’t really put much thought into his tail in this form, you assumed it would’ve been like what you saw that night, just thinner. You run your claws gently over it, observing the color closely and the fact it’s the same as yours and Rin’s. So, do all demons in a humanlike body or vessel have tails like this? With your focus only on his tail, you don’t notice what it’s doing to him. When he lets out a low groan, you turn your attention back to the rest of him. He stares at you with lidded eyes. “Oh! I’m sorry.” You hold your hands up. “I was just curious; I wasn’t thinking.”

Amaimon lifts his hands to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. While he’s lean, he’s a lot more muscular than you had imagined he’d be. You can’t pull your eyes from the lean muscles on his torso. Amaimon shrugs off the shirt and watches you eyeing his body. “You’re attracted to this vessel? Good.”

Vessel? That’s right, this isn’t his real body. Him and Mephisto need vessels to live in Assiah. Is his true body what I saw the night Rin last control, or does he have another body? Your thoughts come to a standstill when you notice Amaimon taking off his pants. As he pulls off the pants, he removes his underwear, too. Embarrassed, you cover your face. “Why are you covering your face?” Amaimon questions apathetically.

“Sorry, I’ve never seen a guy like this.” You whisper awkwardly.

A hint of confusion flashes in Amaimon’s eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Of course, this is a time you can’t read between the lines.” You complain, embarrassed you’ll have to say it aloud. You uncover your face but keep your eyes above his waist. “Amaimon, I’ve never been intimate with someone before.”

“You’re a virgin?” He sounds slightly shocked.

“Why are you so surprised? I grew up in a church my entire life, and besides, how could I explain this to a human boy?” you ask, raising your tail.

Amaimon pushes you back down against the bed. Slipping his hands under your shirt to rest on your waist. “Because you’re a virgin, I’ll be gentle this time.” He promises, pulling the shirt over your head.

As he positions himself over you, a warm hardness presses against your upper thigh, and you can feel his breath on your skin. Your wrists are gently taken hold of and secured above your head as he kisses you passionately, his tail entwining with yours. His lips trail down to your neck, nibbling and kissing before returning to your mouth. His tongue slips between your parted lips, exploring every corner with passion.

Your body responds eagerly to his touch, lifting your hips and accidentally brushing against his throbbing member. He groans loudly, and the kiss becomes more frantic, his hands roaming over your skin with a feverish need. You catch his lower lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently before Amaimon breaks away from the kiss.

His hands slowly trail down your body, leaving a trail of heat. Softly caressing your breasts, his lips follow in their path, leaving hot kisses and nibbles along the way and finally reaching the waistband of your underwear.

Amaimon’s fingers grip the waistband of your underwear as he pauses and gazes at you in silence. Realizing he is waiting for your consent, you lean closer and press your lips to his. “I never imagined you’d be so considerate.” You whisper against his lips. He pulls the fabric down your legs slowly. "Oh, were you imagining this?" he asks. "What were you imagining I would be like, _____? Should I make your fantasy come true?"

As he speaks, his razor-sharp claws lightly tap against your thighs. "I never imagined those claws," you remark with a pointed stare. Your own claws are nowhere near that long as his look longer and sharper than you remember. Amaimon just rolls his eyes and brings his index finger up to his mouth. "It wouldn't hurt that much. You're a demon." Despite his nonchalant words, he bites down on his claw, shortening it, followed by the ones on his middle, thumb, and ring finger. You blink in surprise; you hadn’t expected him to shorten them like that. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“I-I guess I never imagined you’d be so considerate.” You admit, reaching for his hand, running your fingers over his fingertips. The claws he removed are now dull at his fingertips. You know they’ll grow back quickly; by tomorrow morning, they’ll return to the original length. But still, just knowing he cares enough about your comfort to do that. “I was just thinking you would be cautious with them. Not remove them.” You admit.

Amaimon presses you onto the bed and gently runs his hands over your bent legs. He then delicately spreads them apart, his gaze fixated on your core. “It’s better not to have them when I touch you like this.” He remarks as he traces his index finger along your slit. “Oh, you’re already wet,” he comments, lifting his finger to examine it before putting it in his mouth. “You taste good.”

“Seriously? Don’t just casually comment like that.” You whine, attempting to close your legs, but the demon king doesn’t allow it.

“Okay, I’ll just eat you out.”

“Amaimon!”

“That’s the term, right? Wait, let me think. I know some other terms. Mouth-to-genital contact, performing oral sex, cunnilingus...what else is there?”

“Amaimon! Nobody says mouth-to-genital contact!”

He smirks. "What do you want me to call it?"

You roll your eyes at him. "Just do it already."

Amaimon chuckles and then proceeds to lower his head towards your core. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin before his tongue flicks out, gently tasting you. It's an odd sensation you’ve never felt, and you feel a strange mix of pleasure and embarrassment. Slowly, he runs his tongue along you; when he reaches your clit, he lifts his hand, pulling back the hood, then runs his tongue along it. The jolt of pleasure that rushes through you is breathtaking; you jump, pushing his head away. “I-I.” You attempt an apology, but the sensation of what he did is still running through your body. You’ve never felt something that intense before. Amaimon wraps his arms around your left leg, placing his head against your knee as he watches you regain your bearings.

“If a simple touch has that much of an effect on you, I can’t wait to see how you'll react when you have an orgasm,” he says unabashedly. “Don’t pull away this time, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” You huff at the smug look Amaimon gives you.

Amaimon lowers his head to resume his actions; this time, you prepare yourself the best you can for the feeling of intense pleasure. He wraps his arms around your thighs, ensuring you won’t be able to escape his mouth, then focuses on your clit once more, using his tongue to make small circles. Your short claws dig into the mattress as you moan his name. He gives you a moment to breathe, turning his attention away from the muscle, but it’s only a short moment because his tongue starts prodding at your entrance. “Oh!” His grip on you tightens when you lift your hips at the new feeling. Another pleasure you’ve never felt, and his tongue is long. Pushing into you farther than any human man ever could. The feeling of something moving like that inside you causes your legs to tremble. Slowly, he removes his tongue, and you quickly realize why he removed the claws. It wasn’t just to make sure he didn’t accidentally cut you while touching you like you had been imagining. He slips one finger in carefully, glancing up at you as he does. “Does it feel okay?” He questions, expressionless, his apathetic tone not matching his actions of pumping his finger in and out of you. You nod. “I’ll add another then.” Carefully, he inserts two, keeping eye contact the whole time.

It's an unusual sensation, neither painful nor pleasurable, with him not moving his fingers inside you. Just different. He keeps his fingers still, allowing you to adjust and become more comfortable. Amaimon observes your reactions closely before slowly moving his fingers in and out. The odd feeling begins to turn into pleasure. When he notices you’re starting to enjoy it, he presses his thumb against your clit in small circular motions intensifying the feeling.

As his fingers curl inside you, your back arches off the bed, and a tightness forms in your abdomen. Just as you're about to reach something, he abruptly stops and removes his fingers. "Were you close to an orgasm? Oh, my bad." He gives a fake apology. "But I want you to cum in my mouth."

He smirks as you hide your face in shame momentarily before leaning back down, using his tongue to stimulate your clit while simultaneously curling his fingers inside of you. With his left hand placed firmly on your hip, he presses you down onto the bed as he continues his actions. As the knot forms again in the pit of your stomach, you reach down and grip a handful of his hair, tugging at it in desperation. A low growl escapes his lips, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. You wrap your legs firmly around his shoulders, using them for leverage as you grind against his face, seeking the release that has been building up inside of you.

“Amaimon.” You whine his name, needing something. He contemplates pulling away for a moment to tease you. But your claws are digging into his scalp, and you’re begging him so sweetly. He curls his fingers while sucking on your clit, driving you to your climax.

You moan, vision blurring while your body shakes with pleasure. Amaimon continues his actions even when your body relaxes against the bed. Lifting your head, you glance down at him and feel your face start to burn as you realize he’s focused on consuming every drop of your release. “Stop it.” You complain, trying to push him away.

“No, I told you I wanted you to cum in my mouth for a reason.” He complains, slapping your hands away. A few seconds later, he pulls away and raises a brow at how embarrassed you look.

“Are you ready?” He questions.

“For what?”

“What do you mean for what? Sex? Sexual intercourse? Love making? Penis in vagina penetration?”

Groaning, you drop onto the bed, “Why do you have to say it like that, Amaimon? Yes. Do you have a condom?” You glance at him; his eyes are wide. “Guess you’re the one unprepared.”

“You don’t have any?”

“I’m a virgin. I haven’t needed condoms before.”

His eyes are focused on a random wall, and you just know he’s trying to think of the best place to get condoms. “Have you ever slept with someone in that body?” You question, knowing he hasn’t been in the human vessel that long. He shakes his head without looking at you.

“If your body is healthy…I’m on birth control…”

Almost instantly, he’s back over you, staring into your eyes. “So, are you ready for sexual intercourse?”

“Amaimon, if you say it like that again, I will kill you.”

He smirks, lifting your left leg on his hip. “It’s not nice to threaten your mate.” He doesn’t give you time to respond to his words; slowly, he pushes the head of his member against your entrance. “Good, you’re still wet enough.” He says nonchalantly as he pulls back slightly to run his member along your folds, making sure to apply some lubrication. He then pushes in, slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. It feels different than his fingers, and it takes a moment for you to feel comfortable. Amaimon gives you some time before slowly increasing his movements, sliding in and out of your tight entrance.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, watching you carefully, looking for any signs of discomfort.

It's a fascinating feeling; you've never felt anything like this before, you feel yourself clenching around him. Your heart beats rapidly, and every time he thrusts into you, it sends shudders down your spine.

"I'm okay." You manage to say between gasping breaths. "Just different."

Amaimon smirks down at you, his eyes glinting with a playful light. "Different is good, right?" He says teasingly before leaning down and capturing your lips in a deep kiss, muffling your gasps and sighs while he continues to thrust into you at a gentle pace.

You respond to his kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. His movements becoming slightly faster now. You whimper into his mouth as he hits a specific spot inside of you that sends shivers down your entire body.

Amaimon pulls away from the kiss, his eyes locked on yours, "Are you okay?" He breathes out the words, each one a pant against your moistened lips.

"Yes," you manage to get out, your voice strained with need.

He nods and abruptly increases his pace. His thrusts are forceful yet controlled, each one sending waves of intense pleasure through your body. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, claws digging into his skin as he continues to move within you.

You call out Amaimon's name as he reaches between the two of you, his thumb focusing on your clit once again. Your body arches off the bed, eyes wide with pleasure and shock at the intensity of what you're feeling. Amaimon's thrusts are relentless but controlled, leaving you breathless.

You whimper his name again, your voice barely audible over the sounds of your breath and the slick noises. Amaimon's thumb continues its steady rhythm against you, his gaze locked onto yours as he watches your reactions to each thrust.

In the dimly lit room, his golden eyes seem to glow as he growls through gritted teeth and thrusts into you with increasingly sloppy movements.

"Amaimon," you cry out, your voice hoarse with desire, "I'm-” Your muscles clench around him, milking him as your orgasm washes over you. Amaimon groans, dropping his head to the crook of your throat and biting down.

You gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him closer as he continues to move within you. Your orgasm has yet to subside, still pulsing within you with each thrust. Grabbing his hair, you tug his head up to lock eyes with Amaimon's golden ones, watching them darken with desire.

“Amaimon," you plead, your voice barely a whisper as his hips slam against yours.

Amaimon emits a low, rumbling growl, his eyes momentarily glowing red before reverting to their usual golden color. His movements become erratic, almost violent until he releases into you.

He falls on you, breathing heavily, his face nestled in the curve of your neck. "You feel good," he whispers against your skin, then tracing his tongue over the mark he left.

“You bit me.”

“I know.”

“It hurt.”

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

——-

“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY SISTER!?”

You sit up in bed, groaning. Your younger brother's screams and threats pierce the air. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look around the room and then down at yourself. Why am I naked? You slowly blink, glancing at your body.

“WHERE IS SHE YOU BASTARD!?”

Even though you’re barely awake, Rin is already causing you a headache. Hearing a response brings it all back. "You mean my mate? She’s still sleeping.” Amaimon! Luckily, a robe is hanging by the door. You hastily put it on and fasten it before entering the living room. “Rin? What are you doing here?”

Rin stands at the doorway, sword drawn, facing a shirtless Amaimon. “What is he doing here?” Rin questions, pointing the sword at Amaimon.

“Oh, uh.” You rub the back of your neck awkwardly. “He’s my…boyfriend.”

“Mate.”

“Amaimon, shut up.”

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