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kaicubus · 11 months

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Golden Hours | Urogi

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warnings ✩° : 18+ smut, fucking from behind, size difference, sex with a demon obvi, cursing, calling reader toy names, creampie, a bit of a breeding kink, cervix kissing, possessiveness, praise praise praise, consensual sex, treating reader like a toy/ragdoll, biting and marking.

pairing ✩° : urogi x fem hashira!reader

premise ✩° : in your chance to flee from hantengu, his most happiest clone ends up finding you. with the ground nor air being safe from his territory, you’re met with the chance to fight him mid air, but quickly realize that your life is nothing but a toy meant to be played with. to him, some toys are meant to break.

word count ✩° : 5.9k (holy shit)

authors note ✩° : 3/4 LETS MAKE IT BACK HOME SOON!!! i realized ive never explicitly said that these clones are taller than the reader, but they are. i figured it out btw and from now on you guys are my succubabes or succubabies depending on which one i feel, so no anon its just...succubabe...yk?

©kaicubus do not steal

part one here!

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Was this the same demon from before? There was no way. The demon standing in front of you looked no where near as miserable as he did before. Rather than a look of dejection and fear, the demon smiles, his golden eyes glistening with delight. You’re unable to look away from his horns and golden eyes as his smile just grows wider and wider. Was it really the same demon who was crawling on the ground before?

Except, only now, this demon had the ability to fly. The ground was no longer safe, and that meant on all levels, you were certainly not. Upon looking closer, the demon’s feathered, burgundy wings weren't the only avian trait he had as his arms were replaced by a talon-like appendage complete with a soft, yellowish, scaly texture. There was only one clone Hantengu was capable of creating that looked like this, and it was Urogi, the demonic representative of joy.

The mere sight of his demonic appearance makes your chest tighten. How could there be such a beast hidden inside a frail, old man? Urogi was tall, boisterous, and smiled so wide, you’d think that was his natural face. He was nothing like Hantengu, which all the more frightened you. With open, golden eyes, his stare is similar to that of an eagle, hyper-focused and tactile.

Urogi also seemed to jingle when he walked, or at least stood still since he appeared to be studying you from afar. With only black pants and a chain of yellowed pearls around his waist, Urogi’s wings flutter, giving you only a second to leave the ground before he wraps his arms around you and flies upwards. You scream out as the wind cuts your face, using a natural force so strong it blows your sword right out of your hand. One glance at the demon wrote your fate, and you could tell he wasn't planning on letting you down at all. His yellow eyes instantly meet your scared, frightful ones.

Seeing the horror on your face, Urogi laughs, showing off his razor sharp fangs, “Oh~! I caught myself a cute one! Aren’t I lucky today~!” He says and tosses you up for a second, “She’s so small! Wow~! No horns, no wings, you’re a human, aren’tcha? What a lucky find!” He can barley contain himself.

You scream in response, clinging onto his exceptionally muscular arm in hopes to pierce his tanned skin with your nails to do any sort of damage, “LET ME GO! LET ME GO! UROGI!” You curl your fists and try delivering several blows to his back, but he doesn't seem the slightest bit bothered. Urogi just continues to laugh.

“What’s that? You want to be let down? But we’re having so much fun! Why stop?” The demon catches you in his arms and squeezes you tightly, “I bet you just want to go higher, right? Then let’s go!” He flies higher and higher, removing the noises of all your screaming and replacing it with thick sounds of ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ ‘fwoomp!’ of his browned wings, each time getting louder than the next. You try to kick and scream, and fight back most of all, but to Urogi, it only seems like you’re having the time of your life. So he flies higher, higher than the trees, higher than the mountains, and higher than the clouds.

You can feel yourself getting dizzier by the second thanks to his speed and fondness of swirling in circles. Maybe you could somehow cut off his wings? Boil him in a hot pot of water and cook him? No, it was impossible to even get a look on this guy. He’s too fast.

“Wahaha~! How delightful! I haven’t felt the air like that in so long. I almost forgot how fun that was!” His grip tightens around your hand, taking the opportunity to lock his talons between the spaces of your soft, now sweating hand. The slightest bit of strength could send streams of blood running down the creases of your palms, that’s the part that makes your blood run cold. Urogi keeps you in his hold, similar to that of a death grip, gripping onto its prey.

“L-Look!” You shriek, managing to catch your breath, “Urogi, right?”

The demon slows down and looks at you now hovering in the air, his eyes glowing in the night sky, “That’s me!” He chirps, “How do you know my name, human? Oh, could it be? You’re one of those hashiras? Demon slayers?” Urogi asks and suddenly tosses you in the air, adjusting his hold on you when he catches you again. Now, you're directly against his chest, up close and personal with the demon who you’re sure is about to kill you.

“That’s right! B-But, you want to live right? Fly around some more? I can make that happen. My name is Y/n and—”

“You’re a human! But you’re so...small. I’ve never seen someone like you around, did you come all this way to find me?” Urogi swoons and twirls around again, making you scream, “For some reason, I really like that. I like how you scream like I’m going to kill you! It makes me so happy.”

You hold onto the demon, clinging onto his shoulders and staring at him in shock. Only now do you realize how, pretty? he looks.

“I’m not going to drop you! I’m nice with my toys, don’t you trust me?” For your sake, you had to trust him, so you nod, “That’s good, I’m glad you do. But you see, Y/n, the thing about me is that...you shouldn’t really go doing that. But it’s so fun to make humans think they can trust me! But, you are different. You’re my favorite. You stayed this long, right?” You nod again and look up at the demon, who’s still holding onto you with his talons biting at your flesh.

Happy with your answer, and blind trust, a grin spreads across his face and his golden eyes widen owlishly, letting his tongue fall loose and hang off his bottom lip, offering you the sight of his branded kanji before he says, “Kidding.”

Then, he lets go. Just like that, the demon watches you slip from his grasp, black pupils constricting into a much smaller size just to focus on the image of your body quickly falling through the misted clouds, out of his vision. Up until this moment, you’ve never been this close to dying. Your heart pounds inside your chest, which feels to be concaving due to the newfound pressure slamming down on you.

There was no right way to fall from this height. Back, front, side, would all result in some sort of injury to your human body, but you had to choose one. If you manage to get lucky, you’d ideally fall on a bush or patch of leaves to cushion your fall. Better yet, the trees could catch you. However, you’ve lost sight of the laughing, winged demon, which only meant one thing. Ground was soon approaching.

With only a second to spare, your eyes widen and you manage to spin yourself around to see what you could possibly land on, but at that time, it was too late. Before you knew it, your body had completely landed on cold, hard dirt, rocks and smooth pebbles hitting directly into your skin, thankfully being protected by the thick fabric of your hashira uniform. Your arms and legs were now sprawled out away from your body, face well planted into the ground for only a little before you gasped out for air.

Even if it were any other hashira higher or lower than you, no one could’ve survived that fall. But for some reason, you did. Still, the pain was unbearable and it feels as though several of your bones had broken upon impact, but none actually were. Only a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises blooming around your otherwise perfectly normal skin. Now wasn’t the time to appreciate life, or writhe in pain, but to pay attention and turn around before Urogi returned to bat you around like his next meal.

But your speed is no match for his. Suddenly, a force lands directly on top of your back, causing you to choke out once more. Only this time, you knew exactly what the force was.

“Wow~! You survived from that high up? I knew you wouldn’t break. That’s why I want to play with you even more!” Urogi laughs and places his knees on either side of you, caging you down. With your back facing his chest, you can’t see anything. Which is just another disadvantage, the main one being your position right now. Instead of leaning down to talk to you on the ground, Urogi picks you up so that you’re on your knees, bending your back to be extra close to his newfound toy. “You smell so sweet, Y/n, I could just eat you up~! I haven’t eaten a human in so long...I really miss the taste...do you think I could try? I’ll be gentle~”

Before you could say anything, the sharpness of Urogi’s ivory fangs sink into your shoulder, sending a full body jolt of electricity down every single nerve you have. But it doesn’t feel bad at all. It’s too much to process, that you don’t even realize that a small noise escapes from your throat. Neither does Urogi, until,

“Mmfgh!” the muffled noise returns, louder when he suckles on the sensitive area. Only then does Urogi stop entirely, leaving you both in silence.

Your face flushes a bright shade of red full of embarrassment. If you could crawl into a deep, dark hole and die, you would without zero hesitation. As if it couldn’t get any worse, Urogi spirals into a fit of laughter and lets his head fall back, black hair falling onto his bare shoulder, “Hah? Did I catch that right? Was that...no, it can’t be.” The demon returns right back to your ear, pressing his grinning face against your heated one, “Did you like that? You liked it when I bit right here?” His tongue greets your shoulder once more, flicking the tip of it over the bite wound, causing you to yelp out again. Now, Urogi was certain, you liked this, and better yet, you liked him.

“I-I—” You struggle to form words. The thought of coming up with a lie on the spot only made the growing heat surging in your stomach swell, there was no way you could muster out anything but a low breath of indecisiveness.

”I thought it was just the thrill of being up in the air! But your heart speaks other wise. It went, bump, bump, bump!” Urogi laughs and presses his lips against the side of your face, planting a quick peck to catalyze your reaction harder. With each ‘bump’, he laughs more.

Now more than ever you wanted to kill him. It was bad enough having him laugh at your capabilities to fight, but now laughing at your body’s betrayal and inability to hold back when you’re turned on? He had to be the most annoying clone you could’ve gotten when you sliced off that sad excuse of a demon’s head. Urogi was so close to you though, it was impossible to think of anything other than his pounding chest, thick scent of sweat and musk, and firm arms hugging either side of you. Let alone the fact his hakama pants lack any structure or lining, making it very easy to tell that he’s very happy with you right now.

You bite your lip, too shy to admit the truth that you could possibly feeling something other than immense hatred towards a demon, but Urogi knew. Deep down, it made him beam, which reflected in his obvious, signature toothy grin. He always knew what you wanted.

Much to your shock, you don’t resist when Urogi’s chin fits ontop of your shoulder, rolling back your skin and hair to watch your expression when his hands travel inside your uniform. Sharp, claw-like finger nails trace send shivers up your body, feeling the spongy texture of your flesh accepting his cold touch. You suck in a short breath, not getting used to how bright his eyes are, but when you least expect it, he lets his excitement get the best of him and ends up tearing your white shirt to shreds and buttons flying.

“Urogi.” His name leaves your mouth as a hushed warning, prompting the eager demon to look up at you, “Please be more gentle with my things!”

From now on, you keep watchful eyes on the overly excited demon, not daring to look away in hopes of catching him if he does something violent. But, to your surprise, he doesn't. Urogi watches how your body involuntarily inches back into him as he massages circles into the smoothness of your chest, swirling the tip of his nail in light, thin strokes.

He looks strong, but he knows as a human, he’s supposed to be gentle with you. With all his experience with fighting, he’s well aware of the limits he’s allowed to push before he breaks someone. That’s why he’s so eager to play with you. No one has ever wanted to be played with by him before or even survived from a height that great before.

“I can’t wait...” He giggles to himself and tears your shirt further, exposing your breasts to the open sky, and more importantly, to him. “You're so beautiful I’m so excited to get started with you!”

Urogi eagerly leans forward and hugs you tightly, the softness of your chest easily falling into the palm of his claw-like hand. It’s cold for a bit, but quickly heats up when your body does.

His claws begin to knead your supple skin, feeling your tender breasts move in the same circular motion of the palms of his claws. It’s so cold, yet the feeling itself makes your body surge with heat. Not to mention that it doesn’t take long before Urogi discovers your nipples, appearing just as small buttons to him to press, squeeze and tug at, which would in turn give him the same sweet, high-pitched whimper he was already growing so fond of.

Urogi chirps happily and kisses the side of your neck again, licking his branded tongue just below your ear lobe, “More…I like it when you do that.” He rolls your nub between his claws again, causing you to jerk forward and cry out just a little louder, “It’s so cute~ I could listen to it all day~ Such a cute noise from such a cute human~” His voice is soft, yet still energetic and bouncy like normal, “Hehe...poke poke! Does it feel good here? Or here?” Urogi’s wings thrust him forward into the curve of your ass, making you fall forward a little bit before he cups your breast again, holding you closer to his chest.

He was toying with you, pushing your buttons just to make you squirm. Sure, it embarrassed the hell out of you, but it also made you incredibly horny. There was no way out of it. With his hands invading all sorts of personal space, your mind starts to wander into depths you’ve never thought you’d discover, like what it would be like to be fucked by a demon? Surely his strength would kill you, but Urogi’s smarter than that. He knows not to break his things, especially things he calls ‘precious.’

You flush hotly at the attention on your chest, and Urogi using you as a ragdoll didn’t help. But before you could get too used to his soft mumbling, pinching and squeezing at your nipples, and his palm rolling over your chest, Urogi stops and stands up, leaving you missing his strangely, warm touch. As if he knew what you were thinking, Urogi smiles and kisses your lips for just a second before pulling away. Now, you can’t see him. What kind of cruel game of hide and go seek is this?

“Might as well try something else while I’m here.” Urogi’s voice is low, sultry, and drastically different than before, just for a second. You turn around, currently in a warm embrace with Urogi’s arms locking you in place, and flash him a teary expression which only made him more excited to throw you forward onto the ground. Moving forward, Urogi places his hand on the small of your back and presses his open palm on your shirt, grasping the thin fabric in a tight bundle before ripping it right off you, along with your skirt. You gasp at the sudden intrusion, arching your brows in an expression that screams ‘stop ripping my fucking clothes apart!’ but you couldn’t exactly see Urogi. Instead, you arch your back as little, delicate touches scrape along your curves and thighs, making you instantly calm down.

“D-Damn.” The demon says, holding his wrist to his mouth, “I wish I got a hold of you sooner~ You didn’t tell me you’re wet down here~!” Urogi could hardly contain his excitement. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle for you, my precious hashira~”

Your face reddens at his tone. With his knees locked on either side of you, you squirm a little, letting the worst get the better of you, only dreaming of him being inside you. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this turned on. In fact, there wasn’t a time. It was only now. Under such a sadistic looking demon who practically feeds off of your embarrassment and worse, laughs at you. Urogi was so close to you now, you could feel his presence, giggling while he worked the waist band of his pants down, pulling it down to expose his what you could only guess was his cock. True to your suspicion, a simple glance from between your spread open thighs told you that what you were seeing was exactly what made your stomach knot.

Except, what you hadn’t expected was that Urogi was much bigger than you thought. His member was thick, had to be at least 8 inches, maybe more, but the mere sight of it made your mouth salivate, and your knees weak. His member was already hard, twitching in anticipation at the sight of your drooling, puffy pussy like it knew exactly where to go.

But Urogi waits for a bit with his cock in a tightly curled fist, grinning down with an open smile and arched brows, watching your hips bump back into him involuntarily and just so soft your ass looks.

“U-Urogi...” You mumble silently, looking over your shoulder back to him, “What are you waiting for?” Already, his newfound silence was making you nervous. Especially because you knew he was staring. Never in your life have you felt so exposed, with your ass high up in the air, slightly arched upwards with the help of Urogi’s hand, where there was no room to hide anything and everything was put on display to his hungry eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” The demon grins, placing the head of his sticky cock between your folds, earning a small gasp from your end. That was enough for Urogi to chirp with delight and pull your body forward.

“A-AHN!” You throw your head forward and grab onto anything, dirt, rocks, leaves, your own skin just to accommodate for his length. Drawing in a rattling breath, you open your eyes only for them to fall shut again whenever you try. Urogi’s member was practically splitting you open, thick veins pumping inside of your sticky walls without him even moving.

His cock sinks into you, filling your tight walls until you begin to whimper in protest. Even when you think he’s finally in, you look over your shoulder to see that there were still a few inches left of his blushed member still waiting to be buried inside your sweet pussy. Urogi can’t help but relish in how good you feel, his dick twitching inside you with a fascinated looking on his face, shocked and eager to see how much more you can take.

“I had no idea that a precious human like you could take this much!” Urogi pants, “You’re so small, i-it feels like you’re sucking me all in! What other surprises do you have for me?”

“Hol-ly shit. I-It’s just...so much bigger than I expected, Urogi...” You tell him simply, batting your dark lashes up at him, your fists curling into the cold ground below you.

“What~? Were you expecting me to be smaller? No way~! No way~! It’s not my fault you’re so small to begin with.” Urogi snickers, “Maybe you just can’t handle my cock, hm? Big, scary demon cock too much for a precious human like you?” He leans forward and pushes more of his length inside of you, grunting at the tight fit. You cry out, sweat forming instantly on your brow, and your heart threatening to leap out of your chest any minute now.

Within seconds, your body turned into flame. Your thighs almost instantly start to burn with desperation simply because of the way he moves with such passion and excitement. His burly arms twitch closer to your sides, using one of them to cup your breast again and squeeze it firmly, admiring how soft your skin is while burying his face deeper into your hair. Maybe it was a good thing you didn’t see him in this moment, because his reddened face, eyes squeezed shut, happily inhaling your scent would only turn you on more.

When did you start feeling this way? Especially towards your opponent? Especially towards a blood thirsty demon? Bloodlust was what you were taught back home, to be weary of a demon with extreme bloodlust. But no one told you how much more difficult it would be to deal with a demon with intense lust, period. Urogi caught you off guard many times, and even now, with his legs straddling yours, your face stuffed into your arms and your hips in the air, and his cock gradually making way into your insides, deeper and deeper by the second.

“S’too much! I-I can’t handle it-” You try to pull away but he keeps you still, not letting up on his robust grip and instead forcing every last inch of his hard on into your already throbbing cunt. Inch by inch, he buries himself deeper into you, using his thumb to hoist your waist up higher, just enough to slide your body onto his length better.

“It’s so warm inside you.” Urogi chirps, already panting with pure love and happiness in his mind. His talons dig into your waist, leaving pointed indents into your skin, the pain quickly becoming too much to bear. “I’m so happy~! I could stay here forever~ Holding you just like this, it really feels good to fuck you like this.”

His words make you realize that you have no sense of rational thinking left, your body isn’t even your own at this point. Overcome with the overwhelming feeling of his happiness crashing into you, your needy cunt squeezes down hard around the base of his pulsing cock, feeling how eager he is to fill you up the second his head kisses your sopping entrance. He was showing no mercy towards you, bucking his hips in different directions, experimentally testing to see which one you liked best, but didn’t pay attention to anything he liked because he liked them all. Hearing your voice and feeling you overstimulate him was enough for his satisfaction, he just wanted to enjoy the ride.

There was an unspoken agreement that Urogi had finally managed to squeeze his cock inside your pussy, stuffing every last inch of himself into your fluttering entrance. But what neither of you knew was that Urogi’s excitement would push his cock even further inside you, ramming past your velvety walls and right into the most tender spot he could manage to find.

“Urogi-nGH! FUCK! T-That’s too deep! S-Slow down, ah! Ah!” You can feel Urogi fuck his cock deeper into your abused cunt, despite your breathless concerns, but he fucked harder and more persistently, reminding you that that’s all they are. Concerns.

Urogi grabs hold of your chin and turns your face towards his, smiling at your fucked our expression. You had taken it for granted when you didn’t have to see the face that made you so vulnerably turned on, but now that you’re so close to him, you can’t avoid it. His name falls from your lips in a whisper before Urogi matches your glistening lips with his upturned ones, giddily initiating a sweet and tender kiss. There was no correlation between what his mouth was capable of and what his body was capable of, as his mouth was probably the sweetest thing about him, and his body the complete opposite.

The words, “Beautiful,” and, “Pretty,” come from under his breath, what would only be mindless praise and yet it ignites sparks within the depths of your core, that are enough for you to curiously grind your hips back between the lips of your soaked cunt, willingly taking more of him now more comfortably. You roll your bottom lip in between your teeth and exhale sharply, beads of sticky sweat gathering on your brow and forehead. How could anyone blame you for getting excited?

Urogi already treated you like a fuck doll, a toy only to be played with over and over again, with no concern of breaking it. But he also kissed you like he meant it, soon curling his branded tongue on top of your own, lovingly gulping down the saliva in your mouth, making polite slurping noises. All while pounding into you, his claws running up and down your stomach and chest.

“You taste so sweet,” Urogi coos and pecks your cheek, “So sweet my precious hashira. I’m going to fill you up so good you won’t even have to think about fighting anyone else anymore~ No one’s better than me, say it~?”

At that moment, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

A moan tears from your throat when you feel his length push past what you thought could never be reached, yet was so easily discovered by a demon by complete accident. Simply because he’s just too happy to realize it. You gasp out in shock and only continue to do so when Urogi’s hips quicken, now repeatedly prodding at the sensitive area, the head of his cock nearly splitting you open.

“Urogi! Ngh! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! U-Urogi~!” Hearing his name only makes him more happy, almost like adding wood to a burning flame, his smile grows wider and wider until he finally can’t handle it anymore and a pair of fangs bite right back into you, a place higher than before on the same shoulder. “MM!” You cover your mouth, and feel the brutal, raw strength of a demon abuse your pussy.

There’s a perfect mixture of pain from his cock wrecking your insides and hitting all of your sweet spots that leaves you speechless. You begin to sound almost strained as you choke back on your own breath from how you bite down on your wrist to hold back.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s like your body was made for me. That makes me so unbelievably happy~!”

Now it was clear. You adored being used. Being worshiped and loved, by Urogi and Urogi alone. Because he did so with such enthusiasm, in his strange yet exciting way, his cock now nudging the small, tender spot of your cervix in harsh movements, your sensitive walls spasm around his girth, causing you to cry out his name in multiple chants. Through teary eyes, you realize that your arms are now well decorated with deep, red layers of crescent marks, making your face hotter at the sight.

You love the feeling of shame and guilt swirling inside your head, and maybe it’s the confusion of if you should even be allowing something like this to even happen in the first place, but you absolutely love it. The feeling of having such a shameless demon fuck you senseless, or the feeling of finally getting the chance to be wild and free and partially in control. But the shame was overshadowed by the sheer feeling of love buzzing off of the demon, only thinking of what’s happening in the moment and how wet you are, dripping arousal from your oozing pussy and drooling saliva from your hung open lips. Urogi just can’t stop smiling.

“You're perfect,” You can barley hear what he’s mumbling, “So fuckin’ perfect! I’m so lucky!” His large hand places itself over your spasming abdomen, applying just the right amount of pressure onto the moving, aching bulge of his cock inside you. Now more than ever, his cock was heavy inside of you. Hot to the touch and so are you, which could only mean one thing.

You try to notice as many details as you could. His long hair, the way his wings flapped every now and then, and the way his pupils dilated in the pool of his golden eyes. You wanted to remember everything, especially the sound of his voice which had grown louder and more boisterous than before. If that was even possible.

Urogi can very well see the tears prick your delicate eyes, gathering globs of his overwhelming pleasure on the corners of your lashes threatening to spill onto your cheeks. Fully focused on the painful look of you struggling to not break, Urogi’s breath fans across your ear, nibbling on the shell of it, returning the same feeling you had gotten that started all this in the first place. “Look at you, taking me so well! It really is fun playing with a human~ but it looks like you’re so close to breaking, can’t hold on any longer, hhmmhm~?” He bites again.

“Nngh! S-So good-Urogi! M-MHMM! I-I’m not gon—fuck! U-Urog-hi!” You can’t even bring yourself to respond, hypnotized by the way his hips are drilling into you and how forcibly he’s moving. You can only scream out, anything goes, and hold out as best as you can. “Ngh! Hmm!” Suddenly, your body tenses up, freezing momentarily and squeezing his cock harder than ever. That’s what makes Urogi stop laughing and gasp out.

You can’t even bring yourself to say the words that would surely make his ego skyrocket, so you bite down on your arm and let his name fall out from clenched teeth. Urogi tightens his grip on your waist and chokes out, hips still thrusting into you sloppily, and hugs you tighter.

“So soon~? Ah, my precious hashira can’t take me anymore? Do you want me to fill your pretty pussy up? Poor poor human, I won’t even mind if you wanna go a second round? Or third?” Urogi laughs and stuffs his cock deeper into your fluttering hole, “Fourth? If we go five times I’ll surely be happy! Happier than anyone else in the world!”

His hair flops to the side, catching against his horns and throws his head back, turning into a rabid animal to which your body gladly accepts. He sucks in a breath at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, the warmth of your insides wrapping around him and refusing to let go just like he is. With an open mouth, Urogi groans your name, letting a thin string of drool fall down his chin, laughing when he looks back at you.

“You’re getting all tense, Y/n,” His golden eyes trail onto your back, slapping his hand over your ass, “You gonna break? I wouldn’t mind, promise!”

And break, you do. Under his hold, you feel a sharp force tighten low in your core, one final thrust of the head of his aching cock tears that knot in two and you finally scream out. With your perfect song piercing his ears, his hips buck up with ease, and he lets himself go. Warmth surges through your body as the demon’s hot liquid shoots inside of you, filling your sore, velvety walls up to the brim with cum. As you cry out louder, Urogi continues thrusting deeper, not even thinking to stop until he sees the mixture of the white, creamy fluid burst from out of your pussy and form a ring around his cock does he slow down.

With a chuckle, his eyes focus in and he settles, admiring the feeling of your sweet whimpers and even sweeter pussy clench onto him, twitching and oozing along with his cock spilling warm cum into you.

“Yes~! That’s it, fuck...mhm~” Urogi exhales, sticking his tongue out sloppily, “You’re amazing, just like that! My precious hashira’s so cute when she cums all for me~” You can’t bear it anymore. You stuff your face into your folded arms and whine out, tired of his constant praise and happiness, he finally reached a limit and now you were to embarrassed to even hear him. Urogi laughs at your response and pulls out entirely, watching the way his cock springs out inside of you, unintentionally slapping its weight against the curve of your ass just enough for you to twitch in surprise.

You bathe in his after glow, his golden hour, feeling the warm fluid gushing past your sore pussy lips and running down the inside of your thigh, some dribbling down the middle of your legs entirely. The sweet smell of sex and hot air panting from both of your mouths mixes into the cold, bitter night, making the scene weirdly comfortable, like you can stay there for longer if asked too. Just then, Urogi pulls your body to the side, flipping you over on your back, since he’s well aware you can’t do it yourself, and smiles down at you.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed seeing his face in it’s entirety. What was once smiling out of pure joy from seeing looks of terror and horror on your face, had turned soft and delighted, glowing with a dim light emitting from his squinted eyes and bright smile. You swallow nervously and look up at him through your lashes. His horns seem to be at their highest given your position, and he seems to be growing taller by the second. Urogi’s face isn’t at all calm though, he’s beaming with stray hairs scattering all over his head and sweating like he just got back from running miles, and his wings are fluttering as if they’re on edge from any small noise around him.

He’s panting breathlessly, and there’s a slight glisten to the tops of his thighs which you quickly look away from. He made such a mess out of you, yet he’s smiling about it?

“Wow~ That was fun.” Urogi exhales and pushes his raven colored hair up from his damp forehead, “Felt good, huh?” You nod your head and exhale in relief, “Well, my precious hashira, I guess that’s it then, right?” The demon pouts, smiling afterwards with a shit eating grin. You look up at him and part your lips to say something, but he cuts you off before you can. “You're free to go if you want. But I have a feeling you'd rather stay and have fun with me. Isn’t that right?”

He wasn’t wrong at all. How could you refuse?

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Cherry, by Lana Del Rey | Wayne M.

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warnings ✩° : fluff, confession, cursing, use of ‘frilly’ as a nickname.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x coquette fem!reader

premise ✩° : wayne is clueless. you know too much. when it comes to your feelings, at least.

word count ✩° : 3.8k

authors note ✩° : this was a request from a succubabe!! thank you so much for requesting <3 so sorry ive disappeared for so long...very unmotivated..but im back!!

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For some odd reason, Wayne could never understand why you would want to hang out with him. There are many things he doesn't understand when it comes to people, but one thing he truly could not solve was why an elegant, lace obsessed, baby pink wearer would want to ever talk to someone like him. All Wayne dressed in was beat up clothes, stiff jeans, and dirty vans that would always accumulate dirt no matter how hard he scrubbed it away.

In comparison to each other, it’s very strange when you two are out in public, one being completely dressed head to toe in grungey, dark colors, and the other looking as if she’d walked out of a pastel rose garden with pearls always strung across her neck. What made it even more strange was on days where he’d hold your hand, exposing his tattered and bruised knuckles and your prim and proper nails, always coated in white or pink. By the way you two drastically contrasted each other, heads would spin and people would whisper, but you wouldn’t care. Wayne did though.

Wayne cared about your reputation, although neither of you were popular enough to make a splash in the cesspool of airheads and bullies walking the halls of your school, he still cared about how people might think of you if they see you hanging around the guy with a personal reputation of being known as ‘he who shall not be named because he’s going to kill us if we talk about him.’ If it were up to him, he’d steer clear from you just for you to have a chance at being normal. But he couldn’t avoid you even if he tried. He cares too much.

Since you dressed the way you did, always in white stockings, a clean cut skirt, a lacey top and pink ribbons hanging from either side of your head, Wayne thought you were dainty, cute, and frilly. Frilly. That was his nickname for you. At first, he said it by accident and quickly corrected himself, but you grew to like it the more he kept forgetting, realizing it’s just how he sees you. Even if you weren’t dating yet, you still liked the familiar intimacy ‘Frilly’ had, it was the only nickname no one else called you, but Wayne.

One day, after school, as you’re waiting for Wayne in your usual spot, back pressed against the gritty texture of the popcorned wall, you realize it’s been a few minutes when it’d usually take about half the time you’ve been waiting. You didn’t pay it any mind, though, because you knew he was probably with Orlando talking, or being talked to, and getting held back. Thinking to yourself, you chuckle and shake your head, and isn’t until you hear rushing footsteps barrel your way do you stop.

“Hey Frilly.” You tilt your head up to see Wayne, who’s out of breath from running so quickly, and smile, “You uh, been waiting long? I got caught up.” Caught up was code for, ‘I just broke someone’s nose in the hall and a few other guys’ wrists for trying to stop me.’

Judging from his shifty attitude and struggle to meet your gaze, it was quite easy to tell what getting caught up was caused by.

You let out an annoyed sigh and straighten your posture, tucking a loose chunk of your hair behind your ear.

“Again? Wayne, I told you before, I seriously don’t care if anyone thinks I’m weird for hanging out with you. They can say whatever they want and nothing is going to change how much I like you.” You try to ignore that last part when you see your friend’s dejected look. Your inability to think before you spoke was growing worse and worse by the second around Wayne, thankfully he never picked up on it.

The truth was, for the longest time, you’ve actually had feelings for your best friend. You couldn’t exactly place your finger on why, because when you found yourself thinking about him, everything else was quickly discarded. It was just, him, and something about him sent your mind flurrying with warmth and serendipity. You just hated how he would get in trouble protecting something you didn’t even care about.

Changing the subject, Wayne kicks the ground and rubs his nose, “I like your outfit today. It’s your er...necklace thing from that one designer? The British one? Angela Southwest or something?”

It always seemed like Wayne knew the general idea of something when he completely and utterly butchered the name of someone famous. He’s sheltered, but thanks to you knows just the smallest bit of pop culture enough for him to barely pass as a teenager, but he never fails to make you laugh at his sad attempts at guessing.

“Vivienne Westwood?” Your eyes meet the shimmery silver necklace, “Oh my God! Wayne! What the hell is Angela Southwest?” You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and laugh.

He lets out a heavy sigh and reaches his hand out from his side, asking for your hand to which you happily envelope over in between the spaces of his fingers, “I forgot the name…you know I’m not good at those, Frilly.” He says, looking away from your teasing smile plastered on your face. You laugh it off and both continue on your path going home.

Wayne always walked with you after school, since you both lived so close to each other. Over time you’d both found that you go the same way, take the same turns, and eventually end up on the same road. So eventually you just started walking together, sometimes even spending a few hours at your house. Thanks to those moments, you were able to talk to Wayne and get closer to him than ever before, even enough to hold hands without heating up at the thought of it.

The walk was always short and quick, but somehow you always arrived home almost hours later, taking pit stops getting food or stopping by different hole-in-the-wall stores, usually selling vintage clothing or jewelry, or comic books. You paid for the most part, but it didn’t matter if it meant you got to spend time with Wayne.

When you part your lips, Wayne’s eyes instantly flicker at the sight of the glossy layer pulling apart, drawn to the mesmerizing shine and pink tint. Before you can even notice it, he looks back down and scratches his head, clearly wanting to look at them for longer. You drum your fingers on your cheek and push your lips out, humming in thought when your eyes catch on the flashing, neon sign of a vinyl record store in the distance.

The place was dingy and hidden despite having an eye sore of a sign, but the inside was the real gem. You’d talked about going there with Wayne one day in the past, but he isn’t interested in vinyls or music in general. So you for the most part, you go alone.

On one of those trips alone, you saw that there was a sale on one of your favorite artist’s vinyls, Lana Del Rey. Call it fate or karma, but when you had seen the black letters, ‘50% OFF’ on her albums and any alike, you ran and purchased three. Vinyls on their own are well over your budget on any day, so you took advantage and purchased Ultraviolence, Born to die, and Lust for Life. Lust for Life was your favorite, which you had tried explaining to Wayne before only to be questioned as to, “Why’re you horny to live?” because of the song ‘Cherry.’

On nights after you and Wayne would walk together, it was your personal ritual to listen to the song and get lost in Lana’s melodic, siren like voice. Cherry sounded erotic, but the feelings you got from it were far from. One of the beginning lyrics Lana sang, “I said real love, it's like feeling no fear When you're standing in the face of danger,” was the main reason why you had associated it with Wayne in the first place, knowing him to be that person who would tear the world up just for you, and protect you till no end. It was silly, but you couldn’t suppress the fantasy that the song made you get lost in. From the first time you listened to it, you couldn’t get rid of the image of Wayne in your head as much as you tried, so in the end you just accepted your fate and realized that you liked your friend a little more than someone with platonic feelings should.

You didn’t have the heart to tell Wayne what the song was and how much it truly meant to you, and for a while you were fine with that. So you kept it secret.

“Oh, hey, you’re still coming over to my house, right? I got a new vinyl from the store a few days ago. It’s heart shaped.” On its own, the vinyl itself was probably the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. Not only was it shaped to resemble a heart, but the beautiful, maraschino cherry like color made it impossible not to fawn over. It was like a dream come true, especially for your aesthetic. “You have to guess the singer though.”

Saying that was like a fatal stab to Wayne’s heart; he knew he couldn’t give you an answer that didn’t make him look stupid, but that was all a part of the fun. “I’m not really good at doin’ that, I only ever listen to music when I’m with you, Frilly.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a buzz kill. What artist do I listen to the most. Like day and night.” There was only one right answer, but Wayne’s struggled face was all you needed to get the idea he was thinking really hard.

His eyebrows pull together and make the wrinkles on his forehead scrunch together, looking down at you whilst still walking, “You always got those headphones on...the ones with the pink ribbons...” Wayne looks to the side and suddenly widens his eyes, “Oh is it that one, Talya Swiff?”

“Taylor Swift? No, Wayne. Try again.” You want to burst out in laughter, but for the sake of his feelings, you spare him and hold back your giggles.

He thinks for another second and squints again, “Oh is it that one, that uh...er...Linal Derray?”

“Yes! Yes, Lana Del Rey! That sounded...vaguely like Lana Del Rey. So I’ll take it.” You squeeze his hand and brush against his jean jacket, “You wanna listen the the vinyl then?”

Wayne nods.

At your house, it didn’t really matter where Wayne was since he always made himself comfortable, or never really cared to be comfortable in the first place. But you were confident that he actually felt welcome in your home enough to both follow you around and also wander off to stare at things or play with your cat, who loved Wayne more than you. In your room, however, Wayne was slightly more cautious. It could be because he had more respect for you and the place you spent most of your time, or the fact that it was the most neatly cluttered place in the house.

With printed posters of different people Wayne barely recognized on your walls, to the majority of any desk space being filled with thrifted vases full of dried or drying flowers, to even random, white candles being used as decoration on your windowsill—being in your room for him was like a bull in a china shop. There was one place where he could sit down and not care about breaking anything with his big boots and habit of accidentally backing into or leaning into things, and that was a light pink bean bag placed next to your record player.

Wayne immediately goes to sit down on your bean bag and throws himself onto the lightly floral and vanilla scented chair, stuffing his face deeply into the softness of the fabric. He rubs his hands over it affectionately, as if he hadn’t seen it in years, but in reality it’s only been a day.

“Seems like you only came over to sit in your bean bag, huh Wayne?” You grin, referring it to his simply because of how much he loved it. Wayne lets out an incoherent, ‘yeah’ and then turns over, smiling brightly as if hugging the thing made him recharge to a full battery. Your heart skips a beat.

You start looking through your stack of vinyls and CDs, flipping through what Wayne thought to be over one hundred, but was really just twenty. “Ah! There it is.” You say and grab the sleeve, showcasing it to your friend with big eyes and a smile, “Look! It’s limited edition.”

“Looks normal to me.” Wayne scratches the back of his head. To him, he didn’t understand what it meant, collecting vinyls, or even collecting things, looking at all your dried out flowers and butterfly wing collection. He didn’t understand the concept of collecting at all, but he appreciated your room every time he entered.

“It’s not just normal, it’s rare, and I can’t really believe it was at a dingy place like that record store. Usually these things run for about $50, maybe more, if they’re second hand it depends how much people want to sell it for. I saw one for $400 but I’m pretty sure that was a set of all Lana’s vinyls in a pack or something.” You knew you were talking to yourself at this point as Wayne didn’t particularly know what was going on for the most part. But this time you were wrong; Wayne had been watching you with his head leaned back, rambling on about prices and rarity of a vinyl for about ten minutes, staring at the way you talked.

He liked it more than he wanted to admit.

“Anyways! So, I’ll show you my favorite song, then I’ll let you go, sound good?” You look at Wayne and he nods again, leaning down further on the beanbag and sinking into it just so his arms can freely dangle off of the sides. His tattered knuckles drag across your floor, and in a way, you find it slightly attractive how lax he is right now.

Needless to say, you pop the vinyl in, admiring it once it’s out of its sleeve and fiddling with your vintage record player gifted to you from your mom, pinching the needle to move to the side in order to actually fit the weirdly, yet beautiful, shaped record on. Once it’s on, you place the needle to its original position and press a button to play the music. The delay for the actual song to play works in your favor, enabling you to walk over to Wayne and sit on the bean bag as well, which is surprisingly big enough for both of you to fit on.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit waiting for the music to start, but once it does, you start to transport yourself into that specific headspace you usually find, only now, the one you would close you eyes and dream about was sitting right next to you, with his arm wrapped around your back.

When Wayne listened to music, there was no better way to describe him as awkward. Almost freezing up upon hearing lyrics or instruments, Wayne would do this thing where he sits completely still or sometimes nods his head and taps his feet, something that looks irregular and stiff, but fits well with Wayne for some reason. Now was no different. As the song starts, thin needle of your record player scratching the surface of the spinning, heart vinyl, Wayne instantly stiffens and starts nodding his head, soon picking up pace as Lana starts to sing. Almost like he’s in a zone.

You were about to comment on all of his estranged, jerking movements, but something inside you stopped you from doing so. By the way he was moving, in a way you knew he liked it, or at least was really convincing at making it seem like he did. As the song plays in the background, you feel your eyes close on their own, retreating back into the familiarity you know. Without even saying anything, Wayne notices, still nodding along to the slow tune.

He moves back a little, giving more room for you to move if needed. His fingers inch closer to your open hand, slowly moving and itching to hold your hand faster, but scared to do the same thing he did just a few minutes ago. But why? What was stopping him now? Wayne retracts his hand hesitantly and looks at you.

“So uh, what’s this song about, really?” It felt like he was catching on by the way he asked, turning his head slightly to look at you even though you’re right there, “You said it’s your favorite, right?”

Your eyes open instantly from the question. “Oh, yeah it’s about her being in love with someone so much, like an homage to being devoted in love. In her case, the person she’s in love with is like, dangerous, gets into a lot of trouble, but she loves him regardless and uh...falls into pieces when she’s with him because she loves him...a-a lot.”

“You sure it isn’t about something else?” Wayne asks, “I’ve got a feeling it’s not just about that.” You feel your face burn hot. No way did listening to the song once give him any ideas about anything more than a surface level understanding of the lyrics. Your throat tightens and you look up at Wayne, meeting his watchful eyes stare into yours with his messy hair falling on the sides of his face, framing his paleness with dark swoops of shadows casting down on him.

You can see every scuff and scar there is adorned to his skin, the faint scatter of freckles over his cheeks and nose, and what you’d normally ignore or not be able to see with how close he is. “I, I don’t know.” Your eyes flicker down to his lips and so do his.

Without even thinking, Wayne sits up and props himself up with his elbows pointing into the chair, making it so that he’s towering over you now, still maintaining eye contact with you. Wayne always moved spontaneously. You just didn’t know it would be now, of all places.

Your eyes close on their own, preparing to have your breath stolen from you. As if it were perfectly planned or timed just right, you didn’t know, and you didn’t care, because as soon as the rising climax of the song peaked, Wayne’s lips were on yours. All of a sudden, things truly had felt different between you, like Wayne had finally understood all the signs when he heard the lyrics.

His lips are soft, rough but ultimately pleasant to kiss, and he tastes exactly how you thought he would, mellow and sweet. All of those times where you’d stare at his lips were times you’d wish to kiss them. You feel his shoulders loosen, arms now wrapping around you, slowly scooping you up towards him. All of his little movements to get closer to you, deepening the kiss and holding the small of your back, nearly pinching the fabric of your lacey shirt, made your head reel.

You melt into him, losing all sense of the outside world as your lips slot together into his like a perfect match to another puzzle piece, like it was always meant to be like this. In a way, you knew that truth more than he did, but it was finally happening. Wayne tilts his head slightly, easing up on his sudden clash against your mouth, making his lips more pliant and comfortable to kiss, and you follow his lead without doubting him for a second.

The sensation bubbles in your stomach, filling you up with warm suds and happiness sparking all within your gut.

Just barley, you move your hand up the back of his head and relish in his soft, black hair fitting in between the spaces of your fingers, holding him closer than before. Before you could merge into him, though, Wayne pulls away with your hands still on his face.

Your eyes flutter open to meet his in what little light you have in your room, illuminating the sight of his tightly closed lips and wide eyes, purely out of shock from the realization that he had actually kissed you. His expression only caused a domino effect to everything around him, causing your face to absolutely flood with embarrassment. He keeps your hands in place with his hands over yours with his lips parted, just staring at you with stars in his eyes.

“W-We kissed.” You mutter as the song repeats.

“Yeah. I guess we did.” His thumb rubs gently across the softness of your knuckles, “Is that ok? You know, I’ve been kinda dying to do that.”

You blink in disbelief, “Are you serious? You haven’t even said anything to me about liking anyone...or anything like that. Let alone kissing someone.”

Your friend smiles, “Well, why would I tell the person I wanna kiss, that I wanna kiss ‘em? Y/n, you know why I got caught up today?” You didn’t, “Wasn’t cause someone said something ‘bout you hanging out with me. It was cause someone said something about you, wasn’t a good thing though.” He removes your hands from his face and holds them instead, “Doesn’t matter what they said, it matters that I handled it, so don’t worry your pretty head.”

You bring your legs up next to his and look at his fingers interlaced with yours, “That’s the first time you’ve said my name in a while. I’m so used to hearing Frilly.” You meet his dark gaze and notice it looks a little more lighter than usual.

“I like both. Y/n and Frilly. But, I’m askin’ Y/n right now...if she’d like to, I dunno, go out with me? If she could imagine that, going out with someone who dresses like a homeless person.”

You let out a laugh and shake your hands together, pulling them back in a way that causes him to lunge forward, now only an inch away from your face. “It doesn’t matter how scary you look next to me, so I’ll say yes. But, I do have a question first.”

“Yeah?” He asks with hearts in his eyes. You bite your lip, squinting your eyes at him and pretend as if you were in deep, pensive thought, letting out a low hum to really seal the deal. He knows you’re messing with him, so he impatiently chuckles and says your name, almost begging you to hurry up. And you do.

“How’d you like the song?”

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