𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 // Akaza x reader (+18)

Chapter 46 | An Offering 🍋

By now your clit is pulsing, bordering on painful, demanding release. Your body aches with need.

"Oh shit", you exhale as a new sensation sends your thoughts spiraling.

A warm, heavy, VERY HARD and VERY LONG dick slides between your legs, gliding against your heat.

"Fuck, you're soaked", Akaza murmurs, his voice low and edged with amusement as his dick lingers against you.

"And you're... impossibly big," you admit, a shiver running through you as you squeeze your legs tighter around his erection. His answering groan vibrates against your skin, and his hips rock forward in a teasing rhythm, dragging along your pussy lips as though to test your restraint.

You whimper and keep clenching your abdomen together in order to withstand the sensation. "Please, can you -"

"Hush." His whisper brushes your ear, followed by the slow glide of his hand down your stomach. Goosebumps scatter in its wake before his fingers hover deliberately above your pussy where his index finger rests on your clit. You instinctively press toward his touch, only for him to draw back, leaving you burning with want. 

You glare at him, caught between fury and desire. He only smiles, sharp teeth flashing. His yellow eyes glint with mischief, the glow sharp and unsettling beneath his pale lashes.

"Let me take my time. You'll enjoy it more."

He's a demon. You should'nt trust him. Then again, he's rubbing his dick in between your legs. Maybe he is trustworthy after all. 

"You're infuriating," you mutter, though a smile betrays you.

"I know," Akaza replies, grinning.

His index finger and middle finger find their way back on top of your clit. Akaza's head leans over your side and you gasp as his lips close around your nipple. His pink lashes lower as his gaze lingers on you, eyes burning with intent, a few strands of hair falling over his forehead, brushing the edge of his sharp features. His fingers start circling motions on your clit that make your breath hitch. Meanwhile his erection rubs against your pussy lips.

His lips close tighter around your breast, drawing a helpless gasp from you. Each time he sucks on your nipple it sends sparks racing through your body, amplified by the deliberate rhythm of his fingers. He whispers against your skin, words low and rough, meant to undo you — praises, teases, a string of promises that make your pulse stumble.

The sensations crest higher, too much to contain. Your breath shudders as the heat coils, tighter, faster, until it unravels in a rush that leaves you trembling beneath him.

You moan loudly as your orgasm floods through your whole body.

Akaza doesn't relent. He savors the way your body quivers, murmuring against your skin as if coaxing every last tremor from you. Only when your breath has broken into uneven gasps does he finally lift his head, satisfaction curling in his smile.

Akaza flips you onto your stomach, his yellow eyes narrowing as he studies you, predator's hunger barely restrained, your ass exposed to his gaze. Your cheek presses against the floor, your breath still uneven, when his hands trail down the curve of your sides. His palms are warm and steady, lingering at your hips before gliding lower, mapping the length of your legs.

When he reaches your ankles, he pauses, fingers wrapping firmly before easing them apart. The slow stretch of your body sends a ripple of tension through you — not from force, but from the knowledge that he could command every motion if he wished.

Gently, he draws you upward, guiding you onto your knees while keeping your chest lowered. The position feels both vulnerable and deliberate, a posture shaped by his will, yet strangely protective in the way he steadies you

He drags his palms over your hips down to your legs all the way to ankles. There he spreads your legs and draws you to your knees, your chest still touching the floor.

His hand presses lightly into your back, a reminder of his control, but his touch carries an unexpected patience. The contrast leaves you trembling with anticipation, caught between unease and the dangerous comfort of surrender.

Akaza hovers behind you, the air thick with his heat. His presence alone makes your spine stiffen, though you can't resist the pull of anticipation. Every brush of his breath along your back makes your body tense, waiting, bracing, craving.

"You're trembling," he observes, voice low, cruelly amused. "Is it fear, or something else?"

The question curls around you like smoke. Before you can answer, he presses closer, the tip of his dick touching your sleek entrance. But he's not entering, not claiming, only hovering at the very edge of what you ache for. The promise in that almost-touch is unbearable, and your breath comes faster, ragged.

"You want it," he whispers against your ear, the certainty in his tone more unnerving than any threat.

Your chest tightens as you wait for him to finally give in, but instead, a sudden sting snaps across your cheek. The slap rings out sharp and shocking, leaving your skin warm and your pride even warmer. A startled gasp escapes, muffled by the floor beneath your lips.

Akaza chuckles, savoring your reaction. His hand glides over you again, slower this time, deliberate, mapping the curve of your hips and the arch of your back as though he's cataloguing every inch. "Look at you," he says softly, admiration and mockery tangled in his tone. "A perfect little offering."

The disrespect ...                                            Your clit acts like there has never been release.

You shift beneath Akaza, strung tight between frustration and need, but he only tilts his head, watching. A strand of pink hair falls across his forehead, catching the light as his eyes linger on you with cruel amusement. His gaze is heavy, the weight of a predator studying prey it knows it can devour whenever it pleases.

At last, he leans down, his breath brushing your ear as he delivers his final cruelty. "Not tonight," he murmurs, pulling back with slow restraint. "I like you best when you're starving."

And then he withdraws, leaving you quaking in the silence, every nerve screaming with the absence of what he never gave.