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The Accident
Takemichi is in college. He is stressed with the school activities and his life around him and one thing he does for a release is to bake.
He doesn't expect that baking would lead to him getting bent over his apartments kitchen counter and get fucked 6 ways to Sunday with a fucking demon.
Or
Takemichi stress bakes and mistakes his old grandma's Latin book for a cooking book, reads it wrong and suddenly, there's a demon in his kitchen who's determined to get into his pants.
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The aroma of newly baked pastry wafts through the air, pleasant to the nose and mouth watering.
Takemichi bustles around the kitchen, mitten-covered hands carefully taking out the tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and placing them on the table.
He wipes of a bead of sweat on his forehead, sighing contentedly as he smells the pastry he made. The aroma calms his nerves, the trembling of his hands ceasing and the anxiety that swirled in his stomach settling.
School had been recently so stressful, the pressure and school activities that kept piling in his back unending. He already had multiple breakdowns in just a week, filled with desperate tears and wretched sobbing
He wants to die.
He wasn't alone really, with the rest of his friends also sharing the same sentiments as him. It was a running joke for their group, commiting suicide and bitching about their classes and asshole teachers.
The suicide thing might not be funny to other people but it was for Takemichi's group of friends. The banter and exchange of dark jokes soothing the tension in their very being.
Takemichi sighs, removing the mittens from his hands. His index finger sweeps a glob of delicious sweet frosting from the chocolate cake on his kitchen counter. He hums as he sucks on the said finger, flavour exploding across his taste buds.
With his stress released with baking, he doesn't really know what to do anymore. Takemichi eyes the pastry he baked, already marking the list of friends he had and assigning who gets the bakes he had.
He wasn't truly a fan of eating lots of sweets even if he did like them, giving half of the pastry he baked to his friends for them to feast on.
He knows that Mikey would like red bean paste taiyaki. That Baji would like the dark chocolate flavoured cat designed cakes that Chifuyu would like just as much. That Mitsuya would like velvet cupcakes that he would sure share with his sister's and probably Hakkai, who'd like the strawberry flavoured cheesecake. He knows that Draken would like the donuts with blueberry filling.
Takemichi hums an unknown tune as he starts to pull the folded boxes that he'll be putting the sweets in, taking them out of the pantry. When he finally takes the last one out, he notices a thin old book shoved in the corner of the small room.
With barely hidden curiosity, he takes it out and walks out of the pantry. He places it on the kitchen counter away from the pastry to avoid getting dust on them, humming once he reads the title.
It was smudge and covered with dirt, telling Takemichi how old it was. He could barely make out the words but he could recognise that it was Latin.
At that discovery, he opens the book with surprise, wondering when his grandma, who had passed away, owned a book that was written in Latin. Takemichi wasn't aware that the deceased woman knew how to speak the language and he hoped that he did before she went on.
He sucked in the language along with Spanish and English, words fumbling with his unfamiliar tongue and finding it hard to understand the words in sentences. Takemichi knew enough to get him by but even then, he still fumbled with the language.
There were no pictures, nothing but paper brown with age and smudged words, ink smeared messily across the paper. Takemichi could make out the words, reading it with his poor understanding of Latin.
Words were murmured as he read what he assumed to be a cook book and suddenly, the kitchen was several degrees colder. A shiver goes up his spine, dread unknowingly pooling in his stomach.
The lights flicker off and on and it felt like Takemichi was doused with cold water, the shadows in his apartment seeming to be darker and bigger. It was currently 12 PM and he was alone in his apartment with the only lights on being the kitchen and the hallway that led to his room.
Takemichi shudders, skin prickling as he wildly looks around, feeling eyes on him. He gulps before loudly yelping when the lights go off, leaving him in darkness with nothing to see.
He shrieks when he feels arms, incredibly hot, wrap around his stomach, pulling him close to a broad naked chest, which is equally hot. The heat he felt on his back and midsection reminded him when he opened a newly used oven. Hot enough to burn him if he gets too close and also hot enough to burn him if he does get close.
"Shhh, quiet darling or I'll kill you," A voice whispers next to his ear, going lower by the end of the sentence. It was deep with a hint of a teasing tone and edge that tells Takemichi that the promise at the end will be fulfilled if he doesn't comply.
He clamps his mouth shut, whimpering as tears gather at the corner of his eyes and he doesn't stop them from falling. Fear and dread swirls in him, making his blood run cold despite the burning warmth that pressed closely against his back.
"Now that's a good boy," The creature, because Takemichi knows that whoever this person was wasn't a person at all, croons behind him. He could hear the grin, and he gulped, shifting from where he was held closely.
"So, I take it that you accidentally summoned me?," The creature hums and Takemichi whimpers when the arms around shift, freezing when he feels another limb wrap around his leg, exploring.
"S-summon?," He manages to gasp, fear growing when the creature chuckles.
"Oh honey, you have no idea what book you've just read didn't ya?," It whispers against his ear, making him shudder at the warm breath that was blown to the side of his face.
"What are you talking about?," Takemichi whispers.
"For an easy explanation, you accidentally summoned me using the old book that currently laid on the kitchen counter. You read the words in it didn't you? That opened a gate from a supernatural dimension but it's too small for weaker demons to pass through. The gate disappeared just as fast as it appeared and normal demons wouldn't have have been able to pass through that but well, I'm not a normal demon you see".
Takemichi stiffens, horror growing in him and he lets out a sob. Despite the confusion, understanding dawns in him and it only fuel the fear and terror he felt.
He was so stupid. He actually summoned a fucking demon because he mistook the old book he found as his grandma's cook book and read the Latin words he doesn't really understand outloud.
Tears freely stream down his face, sob wracking throughout his body and he was ready to accept his death in the hands of a supernatural demon he accidentally summoned because he lacked brains.
"What's with the tears honey? I haven't even done anything yet," The demon croons and Takemichi shudders at the intent in its voice.
Takemichi was going to die.
"If you're going to kill me, then just do it," Takemichi takes pride in how his voice doesn't shake or how his words don't stutter.
He startles when the demon laughs, feeling his back vibrate against its chest as he howls.
"Kill you? Where's the fun in that?," The creature chuckles and Takemichi only has a minute before he's roughly manhandled against the kitchen counter, his back against the cold marbles of it.
He hisses, hands coming up to cover his eyes when the light flickers on, assaulting his eyes. He slowly blinks, vision adjusting against the light and he freezes as he finally lays his eyes on the demon that loomed over him.
Long lanky limbs decorated with dark symbols, the kanji of death and punishment tattooed on the back of each palm. There was a malicious grin on his face, dark amusement in his gold eyes in the sea of inky black. He had black hair with a tuft of golden hair at the front, locks messily falling down his face. He looked human with his features.
If it weren't for the fact that his sclera was black and he had rows of sharp unnatural teeth, Takemichi would totally mistake him for a human. A very attractive human.
"Enjoying the view sweetheart?," The demon teases and Takemichi flushes in shame.
"I go by many names though my current favourite one is Hanma Shuji," The demon, Hanma, grins, teeth glinting against the harsh light.
"What do you want?," Takemichi asks desperately because he doesn't know why Hanma hasn't torn him to shreds yet, why the demon hasn't tortured him for his amusement.
"What do you want," Hanma asks and Takemichi's eyebrows raise incredulously.
"I don't think I'm in the position to tell you what I want and even if I did tell you what I want, I don't think you'll just let me have it," Fear momentarily forgotten, Takemichi stares at Hanma like he grew a second head. He might grow a second head, could grow a second head considering what he was.
The demon merely laughs at him, amusement in his gold eyes.
"Like I've said before, I'm not a normal demon and it's been awhile since I've been in the human realm. I want to have fun," Takemichi freezes at the others words, eyes widening as mind blanking terror eats him.
With Hanma's knowing and malicious grin dark with intent and desire, he already had a guess of what kind of fun the demon meant.
"Please," Takemichi whimpers, mind hazy and tears in his eyes.
Fingers work diligently inside him, nimble and teasing. It brushes against his prostate but the touch is nothing but fleeting, sending enough pleasure to have him on edge but not enough to get off.
He doesn't know how long it's been, what was going on anymore with lust and desire fogging his mind. Takemichi doesn't remember feeling this aroused, so in need to have something in him.
"What do you want sweetheart," He shivers at words, whining when he feels another finger added to the 2 that's already in him. Hanma looms over him, a devilish grin on his face as he stands between Takemichi's legs.
"J-just please," Takemichi doesn't know what he was begging anymore, mind focusing on the fingers that opened him.
"You have to tell me what you want for me to give it to you".
"I wanna cum!," He gasps, back arching when the fingers finally press against his prostate only for him to violently thrash when his sweet spot is assaulted with sharp pleasure. He tries to close his legs but it's easily pried open, held apart with one clawed hand while the other works his hole.
He squeals, eyes snapping open when he feels another limb prod against his entrance. His eyes widens when he sees Hanma's tail, the end shaped like a heart, pushing in his hole and replacing the demons fingers. Fear brews in him but that doesn't stop the moan that slips past his lips when the limb breaches him.
His back arches against the cold marbles of his kitchen counter, an embarrassingly high pitched moan ripped from his throat. His cock bobs against his stomach, dripping with pre-cum and painfully hard.
Hanma's hands are unnaturally hot, holding his hips down with a bruising grip.
"You need to be prepared properly or you won't be able to take me, darling," The demons purrs, a second tail appearing from behind him and moving to join his other tail, prodding Takemichi's entrance and making him gasp.
Takemichi shouts, wailing when the tails spread him apart unnaturally, reaching parts of him that any fingers or dildo's won't. It presses against his prostate, teasing the sensitive spot and sending pleasure across his body and mind.
The tails stretches him too far, extremely warm and deliciously rubbing against his tight muscles. It presses against his inside just right, the tips of the tails continually stimulating his prostate.
His hands scramble to grab something and end up holding Hanma's wrist in a tight grip. Moans and whimpers fall from his lips with tears from his eyes, pleasure shooting across his spine and spreading like bush fire along his nerves.
His toes curl and another press against his prostate, Takemichi is cumming. The heat in his stomach burst and spread through his body, nerves alight and burning.
He lays panting on the counter, head rolling to the side and body trembling.
Takemichi freezes when he hears Hanma chuckle, weakly moving to face the demon. He whimpers when the tails slip out of him, leaving him weirdly empty and his hole gaping.
"You had fun princess?," Hanma grins, propping Takemichi's legs on his shoulders and pressing the back of his thighs closely against his warm chest.
"N-no please no," Takemichi sobs when Hanma lines himself against his hole, his unnaturally large length propped on his entrance.
He tries to move, thrashing and tries to push the demon away but it was all fruitless. He sobs when his hands are pulled forward, the demon's tail wrapping around his delicate wrists tightly and holding it in front of his navel.
He continues to beg, sweet pleads falling from his lips and desperation in his teary blue eyes. It does nothing but encourage Hanma, the demon's hands hugging his legs closely against his body and pushing in him with one swift thrust.
Takemichi throws his head back, wide eyed and staring at the ceiling dazedly as his mouth opens in a silent moan. His back arches and the only thing keeping him down was the tails wrapped around his wrists and the arms around his legs.
Hanma's groan was low and guttural, coming deep from his throat as he spreads Takemichi open wider than his fingers and tail did.
He doesn't give the younger blonde a moment to process everything as he pulls out, leaving the tip of cock and slamming back inside Takemichi's warm wet hole.
A moan is choked in Takemichi's throat, a new batch of tears falling down his tears as the demon continues to move in and out of him on swift hard thrust.
His eyes roll at the back of his head, nerves alight and pleasure burning him alive. He had only came, his body sensitive and sob wracks through his body.
Flush spreads down his face and chest, expression twisted in pleasure as Hanma pounds him to the kitchen counter.
Takemichi was going to die. The pleasure was too much for his small and overstimulated body, the cock that plunged in and out of him in an unforgiving pace too fucking big.
He can't take it anymore, fear and terror pooling in his stomach. He wants to move and run, wants to scream for help but all that comes out of his mouth are moans and pleads for more. It's as though something had taken ahold his mind, fogging his thoughts and only bringing his desire out.
Takemichi cries sweetly, voice like a melody to the demons ears who continued to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. Hanma drives his length in and out, feeling the tight pulsing muscles against his cock, squeezing and clenching around him.
He groans when he sees Takemichi's expression, face dazed and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his tongue lolls out of his mouth. Drool slips past his lips, bliss on his face and absolutely delicious.
"You like that honey? You feel so good, so warm and tight around me," Hanma purrs, hips never faltering.
"I-I'm gonna cum," Takemichi whimpers, choking on his saliva when Hanma doesn't slow down, continuing with his rough pace.
"Then cum".
With a shout, Takemichi cums, cock spurting cum. The white liquid lands on the hands on his navel, soiling him.
He cries when Hanma's pace doesn't slow, driving his cock in and out of him with the same intensity and frying his overstimulated nerves.
"You like that sweetheart? Like it when I fuck you like this, till your cumming and can't cum anymore?," Hanma croons, glint in his gold eyes.
His body is put in an overdrive and Takemichi feels like he's gonna lose his mind, pleasure and need coursing through him. The demon's words don't help, sending sparks of tingle along his nerves.
His voice is hoarse as he continues to moan, pleading for the demon who loomed over him to stop, to slow down, falling from his lips because he can't take it anymore.
It was too much and Takemichi was going to die.
Takemichi chokes when fingers are abruptly shoved in his mouth, the sweet flavour of chocolate spreading on his taste buds. The finger presses against his tongue, and he starts sucking, moaning at the sweet taste.
His eyes snaps open, (when did he close them?), to stare at Hanma with wide eyes.
He gasps when Hanma grabs the plates of cake and pastry, spreading the sweets on Takemichi's flushed skin. He shivers when the demon scoops a handful of strawberry cake, the fillings dripping down his hands before shoving it in his face.
Takemichi opens his mouth and accepts the sweets, already guessing what the demon's idea is despite his hazy mind. He ignores how his cock twitched in arousal, how heat coiled in his stomach.
He sucks the fingers that are shoved down his throat, licking the sweet taste off the demon's fingers. There's frosting and crumbs on his face and body, sticky as it mixes with his sweat.
His hands are released and it automatically wraps around the hands that are pressed on his face, moaning around the fingers of it before it's removed. Takemichi squeals when he's folded in half, Hanma pushing forward and pressing him closely.
High pitched moans spill from his lips when Hanma starts to suck on the side of neck, licking and eating the pastry off his skin like it was the first sweet he had ever tasted.
"Mhm, you taste so good sweetheart, I can't take enough of you," The demon groans in his neck, nipping and biting the skin and leaving bruises.
Orgasm builds up in Takemichi's stomach and with a harsh thrust from Hanma that nails him to the prostate, he cums. Nothing comes out of his cock, his dry orgasm feeling so good that it hurts.
He slumps on the kitchen counter, panting harshly as Hanma continues to ram into him, splitting him in half and sending pleasure to his fried nerves. He can't take it anymore, can't give anymore.
He was thoroughly spent and Takemichi was tired, his mind and body overstimulated to the point that he was numb.
Clawed hands grab his face, fingers on his jaw and forcing his mouth open. His dazed blue eyes meets Hanma gold one's and he only has a minute to process before there's a tongue in his mouth.
He mewls, hands automatically wrapping around the demon's neck to pull him closer. Sweet flavour explodes in his mouth, tongue dancing with the demon and it takes him a moment to notice the candy that was mixed in. The sweetness continues to melt with their tongue, pinkish drool dribbling down their chins as Hanma sucks on his tongue and nips on his lips.
It makes him moan weakly, turning soft and pliant under the demon, his hole clenching around the length in him with heat coiling in his stomach.
"You feel so good, do you know that? Your so fucking perfect like you were made to take me and my cock," Takemichi whines at the demon's growl, feeling his hot breath fan his ear.
He gasps when Hanma's thrusts become erratic, more faster and rougher with no rhythm, a sign that the demon was nearing his release.
Takemichi whimpers, dark spots dancing in his vision as drool dribbles down his chin. His world and thoughts are nothing but the cock in him, spreading him wide and fucking in an unforgiving pace, lust and pleasure fogging his mind.
With one last shove, Hanma cums and fills Takemichi to the brim, unnaturally hot cum and painting his inside warm.
Takemichi cums as well, spurting nothing as his spent cock twitches. The last thing he sees before he loses consciousness is Hanma's devilish grin.
Takemichi wakes up cumming, a weak moan immediately ripped from his throat. His back was against the cold marble of his kitchen counter, the ruined pastry and cakes on his flushed sweaty skin.
He could feel the length in him, his hole clenching around it. Takemichi felt full and when he shifts to look down from where he knew he was connected with Hanma, his eyes nearly fell out of its socket.
There's a bulge in his stomach, big and noticeable, just by his navel and only does he notice the liquid that dribbled from his hole. He could feel it and Takemichi wants to puke, moaning instead when the cock in him moves and sends a sharp pleasure up his spine.
Hanma loomed over him, grin on his face and looking like he was just about to start dinner, his hungry eyes on Takemichi's body.
Takemichi looks at him with fear, tears immediately springing and he flinches when clawed hands wipe them away.
"What's with the fear, honey?," Hanma pouts and it would've looked adorable if it was real, "We're having fun aren't we?".
"Please just kill me," Takemichi begs, words spilling from his lips before he could stop it.
"Now why would I do that? You're one of the best fucks I've had," Hanma hums, tilting his head like a puppy before a dark glint enters his gold eyes, a malicious grin spreading on his face, "How about I make you my pet hm? That'd be nice. I'll keep you back in my realm, dress you up in a collar and have you warm me up when I want too".
Horror spreads in Takemichi's being and the demon laughs, smelling his fear and amused by it. He looks down on Takemichi, tongue licking his lips as he takes in the delicious sight in front of him.
"Mhmh, that's indeed a nice thought," He chuckles and the sob Takemichi let's out is turned into a moan when Hanma pulls out only to slam back in, the squelch that accompanied it was sinful and so was the expression on Takemichi's face.
Takemichi's world blurs and there's nothing but the cock in him, spreading him wide and fucking in an unforgiving pace, lust and pleasure fogging his mind.