Female reader.
His eyes glow a reddish pink when he pulls away from the kiss—he initiated it, right after saying that he needs to “tell you the truth”, and it was a kiss rougher than any you have experienced throughout the span of your relationship with one Kagami Taiga.
He licks his lips. You thought it was impossible for your skin to be flushed an even deeper red. He has his mouth slightly open, jaw slack from the ferocity of that liplock (in his defense, it was one wild kiss), and you are sure the same lustful look is mirrored in your face. Your boyfriend’s large palm cradles your face, waiting for you to come back from the very pleasurable and temporal high.
“_____________, I—”
“What,” you ask, almost mindless as you search his hypnotic eyes.
“I’m an incubus.”
You blink a few times, making sure that what you hear is right. Kagami looks so stricken with worry, it almost made you want to laugh if not for the dire situation. You reach up to him, cupping his cheek like he did a few moments ago. The smile you’re giving him is proof that you’re not disturbed in the slightest, but Kagami is still trying to process your reaction.
“You’re a dream demon.”
“Yeah.”
“…So?”
He blinks this time, and owlishly so. “Uh. Aren’t you… bothered by that?”
You begin to hesitate. “Should I be?”
“W-Well, s-sexual encounters with incubi will result in the significant diminishing of your life energy.” It sounds like he got that line from an Incubi Academy textbook.
“Will you hurt me?” You ask, even though you know the answer.
“No. U-Unless… you ask me to.” He tenses up, but immediately relaxes when he realizes that your breathy laugh is not one of mockery.
“Has anyone ever asked that of you?” You ask again, teasingly inching your face closer to him. You let your noses touch. “‘Incubus-san, please hurt me. Make me feel the pain. I get off on it.’ Like that?”
Kagami’s jaw slackened, his mouth dry at your seductive proclamation. “You have no idea what the consequences are for saying that, babe,” he rasps. You shiver, wholeheartedly welcoming the increasing tension, but then you realize something important.
“Are dream demons allowed to… have only one sexual partner?”
The thought of Kagami manifesting in the bedrooms of different young, beautiful women (or maybe men, how would you know?) and fucking their brains out in their supposed ‘dreams’ every night is undoubtedly unsettling, not to mention depressing. Kagami eats a lot as a ‘person’, it’s only natural if he needs a lot of life energy to survive as well.
“We’re not sexual partners yet,” he says, trying his best not to get flustered. It amazes you to see a being that survives on carnality still act almost shy about it. “We… haven’t done it. Yet.”
You are quiet for a while.
“I was going to ask you, you know. Tonight.” He watches as you remove the first two buttons of your blouse. When you pull the fabric aside slightly, his eyes widen, and you feel a spark in the air. In front of Kagami, covering your warm chest, is a burgundy lace bra.
“Fuck,” he whispers, the grip on your waist tightening, but he doesn’t make an advancement. “_____________, you—you need to know the consequences.”
“Tell me.”
He shivers at the caress of your hand on his cheek, your lace bra still visible. Kagami feels his supernatural blood pumping uncontrollably, demanding that he takes you immediately. It’s so easy. He already has you against the kitchen counter from that kiss. All he needs to do is to hike your legs up and make you wrap them around his hips, let him sit you up on the smooth marble top, undress you, pucker his lips and leave wet kisses on your core, lick your clit, and when you’re finally drenched with need, thrust into you, more, MORE—
“Kagami? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he sighs shakily.
“Tell me,” you repeat, the grasp of his cheek on your palm becoming firmer, as if you’re trying to anchor him to reality.
“Repeated sexual activity with an incubus may cause a deterioration in health,” he declares, “but because I’m not just some random dream demon coming back to a favorite human of mine, I can actually control the amount of life energy I take from you.”
He answers your inquiring eyes. “Which means you’ll only be tired in the mornings after sex. Or the day after sex, depending on the, uh, intensity.” Kagami is blushing now, and you’re chuckling at the paradox.
“Will you take care of me on those days?” You ask, again, already knowing the answer. You just take satisfaction in hearing him say it.
“Damn right I will,” he sighs, kissing the crown of your head.
“Then I don’t see the problem.”
“Good,” Kagami’s hands travel down to your blouse, unbuttoning the whole garment until your whole torso is exposed to him. His eyes glow a bright magenta, and the next thing you know, he’s leaning down, kissing the mounds of flesh so abundantly contained by your underwear.
“Now that we’ve agreed, I’m gonna claim this.”
You let out a loud moan at his lips on your skin—God, you sound like porn, but you shouldn’t hold it against yourself, you think. This man is no man. There are probably various supernatural ways he could reduce you into such a mess.
“Fuck,
_____________, you’re so hot,” he declares, his voice sending tingles down south. Kagami tugs harshly at the bra, letting your breast spill out of the cups and latching his mouth on your nipple, sucking like a newborn babe.
“Ohhh,” you sigh, immediately arching your back to earn more of the warmth of his mouth. His tongue dances around your sensitive spot, teeth occasionally coming out to play. You realize he has revealed a fairly short pair of fangs.
“Kagami,” you whimper, wanting nothing but more and reaching out to tangle your hands in his hair. He diligently pleasures your chest, his expert fingers toying with the twin. You can’t bring yourself to think about how many times he has done this before with other people—not when all you can think of his hot mouth engulfing your nipple.
“My name, baby,” he whispers, the sound and words muffled by your flesh. Kagami moves to the other breast, repeating his ministrations and setting the bundle of nerves aflame.
“T-Taiga—ah!”
Fingers press insistently against your skin-tight jeans, moving up and down your clothed folds, and yet you feel it as if you were bare. How he does it, you will never know. But Kagami stops where your clit is, and as if he is overcome by a power greater than himself, he sheds you of your pants, seats you on the counter, and spread your legs wide open by the knees.
Burgundy lace panties. They look so incredibly delicious on you he feels bad if he has to take it off. You are blushing, red snaking up to the tips of your ears.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps, kissing your inner thigh slowly. “I want you to remember that.”
“Taiga, please—”
“I want you to remember this,” he continues, almost disregarding your plea, because he’s slowly inching closer to your core, yet avoiding it entirely. The nips and sucks on your flesh will surely leave some small marks come morning. “I’ll tell you what I want to do.”
“What.”
“First,” he says, glowing magenta eyes looking up at you while his index finger teasingly rest on your covered pussy, “I’m going to eat you out. Right here.”
“Oh, g-god—”
“And then we’ll move to the bedroom, where I’ll let you lay down on bed and fuck you until we’re both satisfied. Do you want that?”
“Yes, mmh!” Your eyes jerk into a close. Kagami’s pressed his nose against your cunt, inhaling debaucherously and reveling in the raw scent of you. You hear him mutter a fuck under his breath.
The burgundy panties are being pulled aside and you shiver, naked, exposed. He looks at you like a hungry man, one that hasn’t eaten in months. You realize that this could be very much true—you have been in a relationship with him for three months. Does that mean he has never fed on other people during that time? Was he… waiting for you?
He kisses your lower lips and you let out a sigh, letting your fingers card through his dark red locks.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, licking a long strip up to your clit and enjoying the staggered a-a-ah you let out, “you want to remember this night.”
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