(Requested)

manga spoilers

nsfw

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"You know both of us never even loved each other in the first place, right?" Doma laid on a push velvet lounge chair with me on top of him, my legs entangled with his and my arms spread across his chest. I sighed and took a drag of the long pipe I held in my hand, blowing out the smoke in my companion's face. A wide grin spread across Doma's face as he reached for mine, pinching my cheeks in between his fingers. The tips of his nails pushed against my soft skin, nearly piercing through the surface, which sent tingles of excitement running down my spine. 

"I'm very familiar with that, yes." The demon smiled at my response and laid a kiss on my left temple. His grip on my face never relinquished as his lips moved onto mine. I gasped as his free hand snaked around my waist and pressed me further onto him. Grasping his shoulders, I moved in desperation to catch the opportunity for action before it faded away.

Though I never loved him, I was addicted to the way he made me feel. The way I grew so interested with every single thing he did was the only motivation that kept me from aimlessly living my life. Feeling, or having emotions was a foreign concept to me, and I thought it was only that way to me exclusively. Before I met Doma, I never really had any purpose. There wasn't a meaningful life to live, and I kept doing outrageous things in order to satisfy my hunger for only months at a time.

But once I stumbled across this sanctuary, it felt as if some spark had ignited in my chest. Doma sat on the same velvet cushion we were on in the present and regarded me with kind but deceiving eyes. When I gazed into them, I realized that this was the place intended for the corrupted, the desperate -- a perfect spot for me.

The demon immediately acknowledged my understanding of this false paradise, and offered me a proposal I just couldn't deny: a fully accommodated life in the nirvana that he had built, in exchange for my service. Of course, I knew what he meant by service, and I was happy to provide. There wasn't any shred of love that I felt for this man, but I had a hunch that the outcome of our relations were going to be much more exciting than some stupid affectatious cuddling and kissing. 

My train of thought broke when I felt hot smoke blow down my chest, the plumes blooming into wonderful tendrils that smelled of sweet drugs. Arching my back and gasping into the kiss, Duma took this as an opportunity to secretly undo the tie of my kimono, letting the skimpy piece of silken cloth fall down to my legs, unveiling my body in all of its glory. The Upper Moon hummed in satisfaction, his eyes running up and down my figure, hungrily licking his lips. I quite enjoyed the sense of violation, as twisted as it sounded. 

"You are quite the beauty, aren't you?" he murmured, shedding his robes and undoing his yellow belt, "I could just eat you up." My teeth tugged at my bottom lip as I imagined all the wild fantasies that shot through my mind. As my insides churned and the pit of my stomach heated up, Doma ran a hand down my abdomen and stopped at the spot right above my core. His lips pursed and a mischievous glint sparkled in his irises as he held up the long pipe with his other arm.

"Take a deep breath." I obliged, filling my lungs to the brim with the heavenly smoke although the nicotine burned the fine fibers and feathers of my insides. When he gave me the signal to exhale, I lifted my head to connect my lips to his and breathed out the smoke into his mouth. Doma hummed and slipped his tongue into the kiss, rolling it around mine and letting the taste of the smoke's drug linger around for a while. 

As we took turns smoking a single pipe, Doma continued to pleasure me all around my body -- scratching and scraping patches of my skin, leaving marks absolutely everywhere. I was filled to the brim with anticipation, so much so that I nearly came from one pinch of my arm. 

"Oh, you're already so excited." The Upper Moon's voice rang in my ears as I felt myself get more and more intoxicated by the fumes of sugary smoke and flowers. "As you should be." The demon discarded his belt and pants, running a thumb over the tip of his member. He hissed as a clear liquid oozed from it, covering the entirety of his long shaft. I giggled at the sight, too drunk on lust to even care about embarrassing myself. Doma's sharp grin made another appearance on his features. I suppose that he was the unhinged type as well.

"I wanna be on top," I mumbled, sloppily pressing a kiss on the demon's lips, "Please, Doma." He thought for a moment while accessing my profile, but eventually relented. I laughed as a rush of adrenaline flew through my veins, absolutely ecstatic due to the feeling of success. 

"You're so cute," my companion said, positioning my body on top of his, "Take it as slow as you want -- it's a lot to handle." I nodded and gently eased myself down onto his member, feeling it stretch out my insides and penetrate the space in between my walls. The figure in front of me showed no clear emotion on his face, but I saw the slight movement of his jaw as I fully took his dick in.

I breathed out curses as I slowly bounced, feeling him pulsate while he slid in and out of me. My heart beat erratically as the pace got faster and the demon made an effort to thrust up and down, digging his member deeper into my core. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as we continued, as it burned and stung, but I somehow found comfort in the feeling. It was a sign that I was capable of harboring genuine emotions inside my body, and I couldn't have asked for anything else.

When I gazed into Doma's eyes, there was no trace of emotion, but it drew me closer to him. Through the belief that he was as crazy as I was, we seemed to connect and bond, as weird as it seemed. But that's what we were: a bunch of lunatics with nothing better to do than to smoke, feast, and have fun.

Doma was my heaven, and inside that smoke-filled room, acrid with the scent of blood and drugs, was my home.

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for those who don't know, both the reader and doma are both psychopaths lmfao