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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Devilman_(Anime_&_Manga)
  Relationship:
      Fudo_Akira/Makimura_Miki
  Character:
      Fudo_Akira, Makimura_Miki
  Additional Tags:
      Femdom, miki_is_a_horny_bi_queen, Manga_Canon, I_can't_believe_I_actually
      wrote_het_smut
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-23 Words: 2643
****** Miki 'The Hands' ******
by tittysatan
Summary
     As a special Valentine's Day treat, Miki shows Akira how she got her
     nickname.
Miki was eating chocolate. She’d been eating chocolate all day; the large,
heart-shaped, hand sewn bag she was swinging at her side as she walked home was
stuffed full of it.
“And here I thought girls were supposed to give chocolate to  boys  on
Valentine’s Day,” Akira sighed.
“Why give it to a boy when you could give it to me?” she said with a smug
smile, popping another handmade truffle in her mouth. “Why, jealous?”
“Not really,” he muttered. He’d actually gotten some chocolate this year, which
was more than he could have said for previous years, but compared to Miki…
“I can’t help that I’m popular,” she said with a shrug. “If some cute
underclassman comes up to me all shy and blushing, and says she wants me to
take her into the gym storage room and get my hands aaaaaall over her… Well,
who would I be to refuse?” She glanced over to see Akira blushing, and burst
out laughing, giving him a whack with her school bag. “God, you’re  so  fun to
tease~!”
“You actually do that though, you’ve slept with like half the girls at our
school,” he replied, just a little awkwardly.
“Oh, I never said I was joking. I take good care of my girlfriends. Hence the
chocolate~”
“I’m just surprised you’re not off with one of them now,” Akira said. “I mean,
it’s Valentine’s Day, right?”
Miki just laughed again. “Oh please. If they had to decide who got the
privilege of my company on this hallowed day, I’d never hear the end of it.
Nope, today’s my day off.”
The house was empty when they arrived home, Miki immediately flopping down on
the couch and continuing to eat chocolate, Akira standing a little awkwardly in
the doorway. “So… Did you get me any chocolate?” he asked.
“Nope,” Miki said, barely even looking up. “I don’t give chocolate, I get it.
Why, were you looking forward to it?”
He blushed. “…a little.”
She laughed, jumping up from the couch and moving over to where he was
standing. “Oh, you are just too cute… How about I give you a little special
something to make up for it?” Miki grabbed his collar and pulled him down,
kissing him hard, tasting of chocolate under his tongue. Akira was panting and
flustered and red by the time she pulled back, licking her lips. “Want me to
show you why I’m called The Hands?”
“I thought it was from that rumor that you slapped a guy so hard he passed
out,” Akira replied vaguely. His brain still wasn’t working quite right, and
all he could think about was the taste of chocolate in his mouth. “Or was it
that he lost a tooth…?”
“First of all: not a rumor. Second: it was both. And third: that’s not the
only  reason people call me that~” Miki reached out, running her fingers
lightly over his waist, down to his hips, smirking sensually as she met his
eyes. “C’mon now, I’m sure you’ve got  some  idea of what I mean.”
Akira had a lot of ideas about what she might mean. Very, very vivid ideas.
Miki looked down at his increasingly obvious erection, then back up at his
eyes, giving him a smile that was uncomfortably close to patronizing. “Alright
sweetie, come on~” she said, turning on her heel and sauntering off towards the
stairs, hips swinging, directing him to follow with a finger.
It was a moment before Akira got himself together enough to move, stumbling a
little on the stairs as he hurried up after her, feeling his heart almost
pounding out of his chest as she held the door of her room open for him before
entering after him, closing and locking it with a click. Miki leaned up against
the door with her arms crossed, eyes running up and down Akira without a hint
of restraint, before licking her lips in a way that made him gulp. “Clothes
off,” she ordered with a cute smile.
“…sorry?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to make me repeat myself!” Miki said, hand going to
her mouth in mock surprise. “Listen Akira, sweetie, there are a way these
things work. I’m being kind enough to offer to show you just what these hands
are capable of, but you’ve gotta  earn  it first. I want you to prove to me
that you can behave. Got it?”
Akira could feel himself starting to sweat. He hadn’t been this intimidated by
Miki since before he became a Devilman. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected; this
was the same girl who brought a homemade switchblade when punks tried to mess
with her. Of course she’d be a domme. He really wasn’t sure about this whole
thing, but if this was what it took to get with her…
Akira was blushing far more than he knew he ought to be as he pulled off his
shirt, his embarrassment only intensifying as Miki gave an appreciative moan,
biting her lower lip, looking at him with an expression that was positively
hungry. If he didn’t know better, he’d worry she’d become a demon. Like there
was a demon alive that could best her in a battle of wills. He tried to reclaim
at least some semblance of dominance in his bearing (or at least not absolute
submission) as he pulled off his pants, socks, underwear, finally standing
fully naked and hard in front of her. But it took every bit of self-control he
had not to cover his crotch, and Miki was looking at him like a wolf at a nice
juicy steak, and he couldn’t even pretend not to be wrapped around her finger.
It was…kind of degrading. Akira was the man here! He was supposed to be the one
calling the shots! But every time he met her eyes he found himself falling
right back where she wanted him.
“Up on the bed with you now, that’s a good boy~” Miki purred, and Akira felt a
twinge of shame in his gut as he obeyed, only for thought to become an
impossibility as she pulled off her shirt. She stripped quickly and
unselfconsciously, only a few seconds passing before she was standing in front
of him, naked save for a hairband, breasts round and perfect and right in front
of his eyes.
He’d barely begun to reach up before Akira was hit by a slap that made his ears
ring. “See? This is what I meant by learning to behave,” Miki sighed, glaring
down at him with arms crossed. “No touching ‘til I say you can.”
“H-how is that fair!?” he replied, words sounding more desperate and less
affronted than he’d intended.
“Look at me,” she said, a hand on her chest. “Even seeing my tits is more than
a boy like you could ever deserve.  Anything  I let you do is an act of
incredible generosity on my part. ‘Fair’ has nothing to do with it; you could
be my lapdog for the rest of your life, and even that wouldn’t earn you the
privilege of laying a hand on me. Got it?”
Akira blinked, gulped, nodded. There wasn’t anything else he could do, in the
face of something like that.
“Good! Now lie down so I can ride your face.”
Still not entirely sure what Miki was talking about, he did as he was told,
only to have her straddle him, fingers knotting in his hair to wrench his head
back.
“Now then, I bet you’ve never eaten pussy before, have you?” she asked,
smirking down at him, grinding her hips against his closed mouth. She was
dripping wet. Akira thought he might die. “Long, slow licks up, circles
inside.” She demonstrated, tongue between two of her fingers. “Got it~?”
He nodded, hesitantly opening his mouth and giving her a tentative lick. The
taste was strange, but not unpleasant, and the warm softness felt–
“What did I tell you, sweetie?” Miki interrupted his jumbled thoughts with a
yank of his hair. “I’m not sitting here cause it’s comfy, I’m sitting here to
get eaten out~”
Akira gave another nod (what else could he do?) and licked her more deeply,
long and slow, trying to do it just the way she’d shown. From the satisfied
sound she made, rubbing up against him harder, he was doing an alright job. His
hands knotted awkwardly in her flowered bedsheets; she’d told him not to touch
her, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.
“Mm, not bad…” Miki murmured, running her fingers gently through his hair as
she smiled down at him. “Be a dear and give my clit some attention, won’t
you~?”
Akira understood, in theory, where a clitoris should be, but as his knowledge
was derived entirely from anatomy textbooks he’d furtively looked at when no
one was around, he didn’t have a whole lot of confidence. Luckily for him, Miki
was kind enough to give a pleased moan when he found it, grinding up against
him harder. “That’s a good boy…” she purred, caressing his face with a hand.
“Go on, more, suck on it a little.” He obeyed and was rewarded by a pleasured
gasp, fingers knotting in his hair, her back arching. “That’s right, just like
that~”
Akira kept licking Miki as she rubbed against him, starting to make quiet
noises of pleasure, biting at her lip, teasing her nipples. All Akira could
think of was making her feel better, doing what she wanted, earning more
murmured words of approval from the girl above him.
Suddenly and without warning, Miki let out a long, ecstatic moan, fingers
clenched in Akira’s hair to hold him in place as she rode out her orgasm
against him, the boy trying his best to keep working her through it all.
Finally she stopped grinding, released her hold, moved to sit next to him,
giving him a sunny smile. “Not bad at all, for your first time!”
“Oh, uh, thanks,” Akira replied, more pleased than he’d care to admit at the
praise.
“And you didn’t even touch yourself either! What a good boy~”
He hadn’t even noticed how painfully hard he was. He’d been so occupied with
trying to earn Miki’s approval that the thought of jerking himself off had
never even crossed his mind. God, she’d really done a number on him, huh…
Miki just laughed at Akira’s chagrined expression. “Well, I think you earned
yourself a little attention from yours truly. Be grateful, now~” He watched in
puzzlement as she pulled a bottle of lube from her nightstand and squirted some
on her hand, humming cheerfully, before positioning herself between his legs
and spreading them wide, pinning one down with her body.
The reality of what she was planning hit him just an instant before she began
to tease at his entrance, slim delicate fingers smooth with lube pressing up
against him. “Wait, what’re you, weren’t you gonna…?” Akira stammered
awkwardly, too confused and embarrassed to know how to react. He was a guy, she
couldn’t do that! It was just… It was just too embarrassing!
“Oh? But I said I was gonna show you why I’m called The Hands, right?” Miki
said innocently, still teasing at him. “What did you think I meant, if not
getting them all up in your guts?”
“I, I don’t know, like a handjob or something?”
Miki laughed. “Akira, sweetie, this is going to be  way  better than a
handjob.”
His response turned to a confused gasping moan as she slipped a finger inside
him, his free leg squirming at the sudden sensation. It didn’t hurt, but it
didn’t feel good either, just weird, until Miki’s experimental prodding hit a
spot he’d previously only known of in theory, and all of a sudden it felt very
good indeed.
“See? What’d I tell you?” Miki said, smirking, continuing to rub that same
spot, harder and harder as Akira fought back his moans. “Isn’t this fun?”
It was embarrassing, she was making him moan like one of her girlfriends with
just one finger, he wanted to salvage his last scraps of pride and tell her to
cut it out, but she slipped in another finger and he couldn’t do a thing but
cling to the sheets for dear life, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure.
“You’re so cute like this…” Miki continued to tease him as she spoke, watching
in satisfaction as he squirmed and panted under her hands. “I just love turning
big, tough, macho boys like you into needy messes~”
“I’m not–” Akira almost got out before she curled her fingers inside him again,
hard, and he cut off into a strangled moan. God, how could something this
demeaning feel this good!?
“Well, I think that’s enough preparation,” Miki said, shifting to pin him down
with a hand over his abs. “You ready for the main event~?”
Akira already felt so good he could barely think straight, and she’d only just
gotten started…? He didn’t know whether he wanted her to do more, he didn’t
know if he could stay sane if she did, but it didn’t matter, because Miki was
thrusting her fingers inside him, hitting him right there, God, she was fucking
him and he was absolutely seeing stars. He’d never felt so good in his life. He
didn’t understand what she was saying to him, he didn’t even know if what he
was hearing was her voice or his, if he was moaning or begging for more, he
didn’t care, he just wanted to keep feeling better and better. He was moving
his hips against her hand, needy for every bit of pleasure she could give him,
until suddenly there were fingers around his cock, too, and this time he did
hear himself, screaming in wordless ecstasy as he came. He thrust frantically
against her hand as he rode out his orgasm, coming down slowly into a daze of
afterglow as she withdrew her hands.
“I’d ask how you enjoyed yourself, but I think I know the answer to that
already,” Miki said, smiling down at Akira.
He blinked hazily, looking himself over. He was a mess, face covered in drool,
chest covered in cum, hips feeling heavy and spent. His already red face
reddened even further as he met Miki’s eyes. She was right; there was nothing
he could say that could compare to the sight he’d just given her, moaning and
writhing and fucked absolutely senseless. “…no wonder you’re called The Hands.”
She grinned, snickering. “Right~? Well now, this has been fun and all, but I’m
gonna go wash down, so you’d better get back to your room before my parents get
home and get suspicious.” She was already pulling on a nightgown.
Akira couldn’t help but feel a little used, like a one-night-stand being kicked
out the door as soon as the sex was over, but… Well, if it meant feeling that
good again, he didn’t mind being pushed around a little. Actually, he was
starting to think he might enjoy it. “Yes, ma’am,” he said without thinking,
only to blush again as she laughed.
“God, you are so  cute! ” Miki grabbed his chin and kissed him deeply, teeth
dragging over his lower lip as she pulled back. “Don’t worry, I’ll do you again
some other time if you’re a good boy~”
“A-alright!” he said, unable to keep the excitement from creeping into his
voice as he scrambled up, wiping the cum off himself with a tissue and pulling
his clothes back on. “See you later, Miki…”
“Sure thing, sweetie,” she said, giving him a smile and a wave as she headed
for the bathroom and he headed back towards his bedroom.
Akira’s head was still spinning. As far as a Valentine’s Day gift went, that
sure as hell beat chocolate.
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