CW: Dubious consent
"So right after a quick word from our sponsors, I leave you with Ne-no-Kuni's newest hot single! This has been DJ Met, signing out 'til morning!" She exclaimed ecstatically. She clicked the button on her mic, shutting it down effectively, before throwing her hands into the air for a large stretch. She rolled her big office chair backwards, a large grin plastered to her face as her seat swiveled to face away from her desk. The big windows separating her studio to the rest of the building the big center piece of the wall in front of her. The viewing from her chair was plain as ever except for the one who peered back at her.
The big red eyes of the demon she often followed around stared in annoyance. Met's smile continued to beam as she stood out of her chair and waltzed to the door to the side of the big windows. The brass door handle was cold to the touch as she grasped it, pulling it open wide. Her head poked out comedically from the doorframe, craning it to the side.
"You look stupid," she said starkly.
Met let out a quick chuckle before straightening herself. "I don't mind looking stupid if you find it entertaining, big sis."
Hanten walked closer, her hands in her pockets. Her tail twitched in annoyance as she approached. Met flashed another goofy smile, twirling the tips of her maroon hair. With a quick movement and an outstretched hand, Hanten flicked Met's forehead. The impact only stung lightly, but that didn't stop the DJ from dramatically spinning and crying out in pain.
"A fatal wound! You've killed! Me!" she exclaimed, slumping against the door frame.
"If you keep this up, I will give you a fatal wound," the demon growled.
Met frowned, and peeked a glance at the demon before her. "C'mooon," she whined, "loosen up a little." The soft noises of the last ad read echoed around the small room behind Met. "What's got you so grumpy anyways?"
"I'm not grumpy," Hanten responded, evidently her tone was in fact, the grumpiest.
Met continued to lean against the door frame as the song she'd set to play first on the night time shuffle began, the chords much louder than the sponsorships prior. She nodded her head a bit to the beat as she continued to look curiously at Hanten's disposition. Another grand idea flashed through her mind, and she straightened herself before gently moving to the rhythm of the song.
Hanten watched her, raising an eyebrow and cocking her head to the side, clearly unenthused. "What are you doing now?" she asked.
Met smiled again, her feet carrying her small movements. "Dancing," she responded matter-of-factly. She reached out, her palm facing upwards. A gesture one only used to invite others onward.
"Oh no, absolutely not," Hanten responded.
Met shook her hand expectantly. "Dance with me! We can be chaotic here," she offered again.
Reluctantly and rolling her eyes one final time, Hanten took the ghost's hand in hers. Met pulled her back into the room, letting her feet lead them into a small clearing in her studio. Hanten followed her lead, getting the hang of the rhythm drumming out from the speakers.
"This isn't fun," the demon told her.
"Give it more of a chance then that," met instructed giddily. "Take the lead." Her feet slowed, an expectant look focusing on the normally laid-back girl in front of her. Hanten looked startled for a moment but quickly took the lead, moving her feet and carrying them across the small space. She put a hand on Met's waist, tightening her grip before guiding them out of the only clear space and into the small area between her studio table and a big shelf with lots of fragile decorations.
"Chaotic, hmm?" Hanten asked, echoing the DJ's prior words.
Mild concern wrote itself across her face as she nodded in response. Met examined the deep pools of blood red as Hanten grinned for the first time. Hanten quickened their steady pace, turning Met forcefully into the side of the table. She gasped in pain as the edge drove into her side. Various items atop the wood shook violently, rattling mixed with the consistency of the instruments and the vocals of the song.
"Wait, you might-"
"That's the point," Hanten told her, driving their movements into the shelf. A glass figure toppled over the edge, shattering on the floor. Met tried to shout out a response but the demon holding her whisked her back around to the other side of the room, shoving Met into another shelf, more of her belongings toppling over.
Understanding that the demon's actions wouldn't halt, Met released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and let a smile dance across her lips as she gave up being stressed about her possessions. All that mattered, after all, was that they had fun together. Met followed Hanten's lead, throwing her weight into everything they danced into. Her possessions shattered as they hit the ground and their feet crushed any remaining shards to dust.
The song quieted as it came to an end, and Hanten spun Met outward one final time, causing the ghost's back to crash into the shelf. The wood rattled, but all of her possessions had already toppled and broke. The distance between her and the demon close in a mere instant, their smiling expressions turning intense as Hanten pinned her against the shelving. One of the brackets pressed into her spine painfully, as the demon's bodyweight pushed her further into it.
A smirk played across her thin lips as she watched Met's face twist from the uncomfortable bluntness pressing into her. Her breath came out in puffs and it swayed the tuft of hair in the middle of the Hanten's face. The radio quietly played more sponserships as the demon leaned her face in closer, the intensity of her eyes burning into Met.
"U-uhm, big sis Hanten?" Met mumbled, averting her gaze, uncharacteristically timid.
"Feel like breaking something more?" the demon asked instead of giving her a proper response.
Met felt herself swallow, her tongue feeling unnatural in her own throat. She only nodded. The brunette leaned in closer, pressing her lips against the ghost's. She squeaked underneath Hanten's lips, her body in catatonic shock at the sudden action. Her heart squeezed as she worked her lips against the demon's, her arms embracing her slender form as their lips molded against each other.
When Hanten pulled her face away from Met's, the two were out of breath. The DJ rested her forehead on the demon's shoulder, attempting to catch her breath. "Hanten?" she asked softly.
She pulled Met's face up by her chin, her crimson eyes smoldering. "It means nothing," she growled. Her explanation was curt and she gave the other no chance to respond as her lips crashed against Met's once again. Her rough hands groped at the ghost's opulent chest, easily scouting out her sensitive nipples.
She whined into the kiss, her knees weakening at the persistence of Hanten's actions. Her body attempted to lean closer into the demon's but she was roughly forced back into the shelf at her back. The structure rattled at the force and Met yelped at the harsh action. Even at her alarmed voice, the demon proceeded, her leg slipping between Met's. Hanten's free hand firmly pressed onto Met's shoulder, easily forcing her weight down onto her thigh.
She moaned into Hanten's kiss as her clothed sex pressed into her leg. Met's hips slowly moved against the demon for any kind of friction. Small flowers of pleasure shot into her, teasing her thoroughly. She felt as if Hanten was drowning her slowly in a harsh yet gentle pleasure, the friction at her sex only enough to make her whimper. She wanted more. Needed it. Her mind spun with desperation for the demon she'd spent an eternity pining for.
Met pulled away from the kiss, a soft moan drifting from her parted, swollen lips as Hanten pinched at one of her nipples roughly. The ghosts fingers fiddled with her own blouse, pulling it off with ease and giving the demon full access to her exposed chest. Hanten spared a single glance to take in the DJ's fragile beauty before groping her chest roughly. Her thigh pressed up at Met harder and she moved her hips desperately against it.
"So fucking desperate from so little," Hanten hissed, a hand slipping to Met's waist to undo her pants. Slender fingers housing rough skin brushed underneath the confines of her simple panties.
Met pried herself off Hanten's thigh, standing on her tippy toes to make the demon's search easier. Her fingers spread her wet folds, one gently stroking over her clit. She let out a whimper of anticipation and the demon before her smirked confidently before pushing down and revolving her finger slowly. Met's head rolled back as pleasure coursed through her senses, flooding her system. Her moans became the only chorus in the soundproof room, the music from the radio long forgotten. Her legs shook, and it took everything within her to keep her legs from buckling. Hanten watched as her other hand began gently stroking the sensitive bud at the tip of one of her breasts. Met's back arched as she moaned desperately.
Her fingers restlessly danced lowered to Met's quivering sex, heat pulsating from it within the confines of her pants. Hanten, teased the entrance with two fingers gently, watching the ghost's body roll in waves of pleasure from the smallest of touches.
"Beg for it," Hanten ordered.
Met felt her cheeks flush a deep red as she stared at the intense stare beaming down at her. "P-please."
"Please? What, that the best ya got?" she snapped.
Met shook her head frantically, Hanten's soft touch at her entrance wavering at the poor display of the request. "I need you so desperately, please fuck me."
Hanten laughed in her face and Met felt her gut squeeze with arousal. For a moment Hanten made no movement to continue and Met opened her mouth to plead once again. Just as she did though, Hanten plunged her digits deep into her, rubbing against her walls before curling her fingers inside her. Met cried out with loud moans as Hanten used her thumb to brush against the DJ's clit. She watched Met struggle to remain standing as she ruthlessly stroked her insides. Desperate, wordless, please sang from her lips as the demon granted her her wish.
Hanten slipped another finger in, forcing her digits deeper into her. The full feeling she was consumed with caused her eyes to squeeze shut and hips to roll with the demon's movements. All she was capable of focusing on was the pleasure she was being granted. She felt her muscles clench tightly as her body wound itself up. Her knees shook from the pleasure and her hands clawed at Hanten for any sort of stability. She, of course, was brushed off easily, her clawing grasps in vain as she felt everything release all at once. Her voice turned into a string of loud cries as she came undone, her knees giving out slowly, her entire being held up only by the demon's fingers curling within her sex.
Hanten waited until her voice grew softer before sliding herself out of Met. The ghost felt her weight force her to slump over to the ground. She whined softly as her body gave her a few more shivers of pleasure. Hanten watched her twitch a moment before smiling at the mess she'd made, bad mood forgotten. Just like the music on the night time shuffle. Just like the chaotic dance the two had partook in.