(Barbatos x gn! MC, flirting, barely any dialogue)
Today was finally one for barbatos days off. diavolo begged barbatos to get out of the castle for a day off. Truly a rare sight. One that he dreaded.
Who else would he go to if he can't go back to his young master side if not lovely MC, his favorite human.
Now you two were in his room while Diavolo was bugging Lucifer. Barbatos just casually poured you both tea, barbatos had known about the little crush you had on him since Diavolos birthday and finding out you were related to Lilith.
Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle as you had a red face just form being alone with him, without anyone other then each other. Watching how you sip your tea silently, he couldn't help but find you cute. The little human, so powerless to his charms.
He couldn't help but fell enamored by you're sweet silence, to him it spoke so much as you fidgeted with your fingers the moment you put the cup down.
He felt a need to get close to you. To touch you. He don't know why but he had too.
He's heard how the brother touch you, treat you. He felt envy bubbling up. He wanted you. He knew it deep in his cold soul. He looked over at you, how you already finished your cup of tea.
'Poor human is nervous'
Barbatos thinks to himself in a sadistic way, he walks behind you and leans down just to whisper.
"Why so red, darling? Nothing to be afraid of"
He could practically feel the heat come off your red face, maybe a day off isn't so bad.
MC who goes about the Devildom as a human, but reverts back into a little sheep when their body perceives stress.
It's very inconvenient when you lose your DDD and are worried sick trying to find it, but your hands turn into hooves and you shrink into a tiny bovid creature. When you catch a cold, it can be a struggle to even crawl into bed. Watching really scary movies, getting chased by massive beasts, and using far too much magic at once have all triggered it.
Your professor at RAD once began collecting homework and you realized you forgot to do it. Mammon laughed so hard when you transformed that you both got extra homework that night.
You accompanied Barbatos on some errands despite feeling under the weather. "Are you alright? Would you like to rest?" he asked in genuine concern in the middle of a grocery store.
"I'm fine," you answered, mere seconds before your body betrayed you and you bleated in shame.
You escaped a long, excruciatingly tedious lecture from Lucifer by turning into a sheep as he glowered at you. The callous way he glared sent shivers down your spine and your body reacted accordingly. Lucifer determined your fear was punishment enough and let you off easy. Satan and Belphegor were not so lucky.
Beelzebub ate the snack you were looking forward to eating and you got so upset that you turned into a sheep until he found a store that was open in the middle of the night and bought a replacement.
You almost missed your final exams of the semester because you forewent proper food and sleep for a week in favor of studying as much as possible. You were in a perpetual state of sheep. Diavolo nearly banned you from the campus until you were calm enough to turn back.
You and Leviathan were about to defeat the hidden boss of Dark Spirits 3, known for its legendary difficulty that only 0.5% of players can beat. It happened while you were trying to avoid the boss's last attack.
Asmodeus gave you a hug that was so tight you poofed right into a sheep. He proceeded to hug you harder (all while exclaiming, "You're just soooo cute!") and had to be pried off by his brothers.
One time you sneezed. It made you turn into a sheep.
"Oh sweet child, I've been pulling strings for you... you just haven't noticed."
Being with Lucifer was and will always be intense. He does let his guard down around you and lord knows the road you took to get here was long and hard. He's sweet and kind and caring when it comes to you, finds it adorable when you fuss over him, but while you're busy living in this perfect relationship between softness and dominance, Lucifer has taken complete control over you without your knowledge. He controls your moves, your diet, the intimacy you get from him. He controls when you cry, who makes you cry and the shame you feel afterwards. Every single step you take pushes you further into his arms. Lucifer isn't just your lover, he's your master and the most beautiful nightmare you'll never want to wake up from.
Mammon
"Ya play along so well, MC. Maybe I'll give ya a little reward afterwards."
It took some time for you to come around after you found out about Mammon's illegal schemes, but his aloof yet charming nature has made it easy to fool you. He still has the book intelligence of a slice of toast but he's so emotionally attuned to himself and you that it was almost too easy to get you to corporate. Your pretty face along with Mammon's brutal emotional manipulation of any situation has earned you respect and money among the Devildom underground. Mammon would've made a lovely part of the Mafia in the human realm and the best thing? He'd never get caught; people would never suspect him to be the one pulling all the strings. And you? You're the cover of his vogue, or should he say... rogue plan.
Leviathan
"I know about every step you take. Every breath, every bathroom break, every. Single. Thing."
You're carefree, lively and untouchable in your own way. Levi hates how you go through life without a worry in the world and unlucky for you, Levi has made it his personal mission to ruin it. He's stalking you, has been ever since you got to the Devildom. When you're around him, he's the same nerdy otaku that you've come to adore. He lets you 'make him feel better' and compliment him for things he'll never truly believe. Behind closed doors? He's watching you masturbate and flirt and piss, imagining it's him your body moves for while planning on how to get rid of other demons. You're too carefree and Levi is envious.
Satan
"Your routine has become mine, your touch my doom... but make no mistake. I can feel you lean into me, see the curiosity in your eyes. My perfect muse... I'll shape you just how I like it."
Satan is the most manipulative of all and he has patience. A lot of it. He'll play your prince charming while also playing your stalker. He'll leave anonymous notes, get high off your fear while pretending to help you get away from whoever you think is stalking you. He's your closest friend and worst enemy. Every hug, every frightened tear you shed on his shoulder makes his cock ache and lips turn into a dark grin. You'll be his and once you realize your own feelings for him, for how well and good he treats you, there will be nowhere left to run for you except right back into his arms.
Asmodeus
"You've been the apple of my eye, dear. I saw you and I loved you almost as much as I love myself."
Asmodeus is the best friend you never knew you needed. He's full of emotional maturity and the right amount of jokes that makes you ease up and let him in. Asmodeus would never betray your trust, truly, but every secret you share is filed away for later use. He wants, no, needs to know everything about you. He's whispering in your ear about how he's your only friend, how not even his brothers can make you feel as warm and wanted as he can and you find yourself believing him. He sees you as his perfect counterpart and he'll do anything to have you by his side, including isolating you from everyone else.
Beelzebub
"You're so warm and squishy, like a teddy bear. Say, will you be mine?"
His words are so sweet, his eyes soft and loving. Beel has been doing everything for you for quite some time, silently sneaking his way into your mind. He feeds you, uses you as weight for his workouts, massages you right after because he's sure you're just as sore as he is afterwards even if you haven't done anything. Beel loves your belly, loves watching you eat. Every time your stomach is full of food, he can feel his cock stirring... you look good enough to eat. Of course, he'd never let it get out of control; your health and well being are way too important, which is why you never notice. At night, he dreams about thick thighs, a plump belly and your sweet face as he claims you over and over again. Every day is a step closer to that dream. Every hug sends his nerve ends on fire and every lingering glance has him subconsciously moving closer.
Belphegor
"You're way too easy, you know that?"
Belphegor mocks you, uses your humanity against you. At the same time, he slips sleeping pills into your food and cuddles you when you're passed out. He hates you and he loves you but he hates that he loves you above all else. Sometimes he catches himself being sweet to you while you're there and quickly punishes you for it by telling you how worthless you are as a human once more. At some point, he realizes he's pushing you into Beel's arms and instead of being alarmed, he finds himself loving the idea. Sharing with his twin? Sure, if it means he can continue fucking you at night, coating you in his seed when you don't notice because you're way too deep in your sleep.
a/n: happy birthday to ME!! have some purely self-indulgent headcanons about eating ass <3
cw: smut, implied fem!reader, sub!character, rimming (m! recieving), minor exhibitionism in mammon's, one mention of feminization + mommy kink in leviathan's, food play in beel's (duh), minor petplay in satan's (duh x2), mentions of toys throughout
cake by the ocean
lucifer
- you're gonna have to beg him to let you
- probably also gonna have to do something in return. make dinner for the next month, give him a back massage, successfully stop mammon from scheming for once - just something
- he's very stiff, you'll have to work to get him relaxed and fully into it. a lot of foreplay is needed to turn him into putty first
- kiss his face and tell him how pretty he is while you work his boxers off. you talk with a soft lilt, enough to ease him into submission
- any position is gonna hurt his ego, but at least he has some semblance of control while on his back. good luck getting him to make eye contact
- he's way more sensitive than either of you expected
- moans the second you get your tongue on him. it's a loud, guttural sound that catches you both off guard
- likes it when you finger him as well. cums hard the first time you do; he's embarrassed that he came hands-free, but he can't focus on that feeling when you're still working him open like nothing ever happened
- the deeper your tongue goes the harder he shakes. it's one of the rare moments you'll hear his voice crack, too.
- doesn't let you jerk him off while you eat him out, though. he's certain he won't last long if you do
- you'll never get him to outright ask for it, but you do notice him pushing your head a little lower when you blow him from then on
mammon
- you wanna do WHAT??
- will say no at first, the mere idea itself is too embarrassing for him
- eventually gives in though, cus these headcanons would be super short if he didn't
- he puts up a fight but really he'd let you do anything you wanted just to have you near him
- he's incredibly embarrassed at first. he's not used to being so vulnerable, but once you ease him into it it's game over
- loud as fuck. whimpers and moans through the entire thing, and if you stop to breathe he's whining for more
- cums embarrassingly fast the first few times. he recovers quick though, so it didn't take long before he was asking for round two
- damn near cries when you kiss his hole
- calls you a pervert while he's crying with pleasure
- likes to fuck himself on your tongue; his favorite position is doggy just for this reason
- he wants to ride your face but is too scared to ask. pls just make him.
- his dick practically quivers if you're loud and messy while you work; he loves it
- likes when you eat him out in taboo places; an empty classroom at RAD, in his car in a public lot, and a random HoL closet are just a few of the places where he's convinced you to take his pants off
leviathan
- squeaks and hides behind his game when you ask. you wanna do that.. with him??
- insists that the lights are off the first time you do it. he's insecure and you're just so hot and he's not sure he'll be able to even look at you
- you'll have to slowly work your way up to it, starting with just making out. you're worried about scaring him off, and while you know he'll enjoy this, he doesn't yet
- the first touch of your tongue has him crying out and jerking forward, though his tail instinctively wrapped around you to keep contact. he's immediately overwhelmed and it's adorable
- he tries to hold back his sounds at first, until you lightly spank and scold him. after that, your new fear is Lucifer barging in with a noise complaint
- favorite position is any one where he doesn't have to see you. his heart can't handle how you manage to look so beautiful while doing something so obscene
- if you add fingers or jerk him off, he's writhing and whining - his tail wraps itself around you harder while he begs for you to slow down (he doesn't mean it)
- cries when he cums in this way; he probably cries when he comes at your hands period, but it's especially intense when you've got your tongue in his hole and a hand around his cock
- wants you to eat him out while he's in a skirt. or maybe a full-blown cosplay. call him your pretty girl and eat his pussy please
- yeah he called you mommy once while you were down there. started stuttering over himself about how he didn't mean it until you shut him up with a kiss to the underside of his dick <3
satan
- if you frame it like a little experiment, he's on board. he's not opposed to submitting to you, more the vulnerability that such an act comes with
- confident that he won't crack pun intended. he has an infuriatingly attractive smirk on his face while you work your way down his body
- despite his best efforts, the second you spread him open and look, his heart and eyelids are fluttering
- likes it when you build it slow; bite or kiss his ass and thighs until he's growling for you to hurry it up
- usually ends up destroying whatever he's holding onto if he's in doggy. pillows and sheets are often shredded when you flick your tongue inside him
- talks a lot. where the other brothers lose their composure, he holds onto it just enough to praise you throughout. you're never uncertain about what he likes
- likes to tease you in the following days; he'll bend over a desk in a corner of the RAD library, peeking over his shoulder at your heated face
- cums hard when you rim him, especially if you work his cock while you lick at him. he shakes and growls; you usually have to tie down his tail to avoid getting scratched
- likes to ride your face when he's pissed off. it's a good stress reliever, and you look so pretty down there <3
- likes to wear a tail plug, and have you fuck him with it before you tongue him. call him your pretty little kitty from in between his cheeks
- gets really cuddly afterwards. literally baring himself to you like that can be a lot for him, depending on his mood, and he enjoys a good cuddle session to wind down
asmodeus
- he's been waiting for you to ask
- is that even a question, mc? his legs are in the air already!
- turns it into a whole event; he's got candles in your favorite scents, soft music in the background, rose petals covering his bed, and a perfectly placed mirror right next to it <3
- loves watching you eat him out in the mirror. seeing your face buried in his ass from that angle has his legs shaking
- obnoxiously loud. you specifically asked solomon for a sound-proofing spell when you started sleeping with Asmo, and it especially comes in handy when you're tonguing his hole
- wants it in every position; arches his back in doggy, pulls his legs to his chest when he's on his back. he's flexible and enthusiastic, ready for you to position him any way you want <3
- wants you to spit on his hole; make it messy and loud. he wants to be able to close his eyes and hear exactly what you're doing. he also loves when you're moaning too. it makes his dick twitch, hearing you get pleasure from this
- has a line-up of toys for you to use on him in tandem with your tongue. wants you to tie him up and overstimulate him until he's crying so beautifully
- once you bring it up for the first time, he's buying pretty thongs specifically for you to rip off to get to him <3 (he buys matching pairs for you, so he can return the favor)
- loves to 69 with you. blatantly begs you to stick your tongue in his ass when he gets his hips over your face
- wants you to edge him this way. bring him so close to the brink, and pull it away from him until he's squirming underneath you. once you finally let him fuck you (or, when you finally fuck him), he can't help but cum quickly. it's okay though, because his recovery time is about... 3 seconds!
beelzebub
- he'd rip his own arm off to make you happy, so yeah. he'd let you rim him.
- his main focus is you feeling good, so just explain that you'll also get enjoyment from this and he's good to go
- honestly don't think he'd be that sensitive - until you stick your tongue in his hole; then he's huffing and groaning around you
- his dick starts leaking the moment you get your hands on him. he refuses to touch it unless you give him permission, or jerk him off yourself
- the messier the better with him. he loves when you're loud and sloppy, and it's even better if you add whipped cream or something similar into the mix
- more of a groaner than anything else. if you use toys on him while you're eating him out, like a vibrator or cock ring, his voice gets a louder, higher pitch to it
- likes when you spread him open and really get in there. his size kink gets activated seeing you down there, engulfed in his huge thighs
- he has a ton of stamina. usually doesn't cum from rimming alone, he prefers when it's used as foreplay
- he's going to insist that you let him return the favor. he's eager to get his tongue inside you, and practically begs you to let him use the leftover chocolate sauce
- he wants to try sitting on your face but he's scared of crushing you. you insist you'll tap him if you need air, but really you'd happily die down there
- likes when you call him tasty or compare him to food; "you're as sweet as sugar, beel~"
belphegor
- absolutely laughs in your face when you ask. however, once he's done giggling he's all for it - who would he be if he agreed off the bat?
- lazy bastard doesn't help you at all. lies on his stomach with his hips just barely lifted into the air. really, he wants you to maneuver him the way you want
- won't make any noise on purpose just to piss you off. he wants you to be rough; spank him a little, maybe leave some bite marks on his ass while you're down there
- likes it best when you contrast what you're doing; keep a vibrator on his tip at max setting while you slowly, lightly lap at his hole
- his tail hits you often. taps you harder when you stick your tongue or fingers in him, versus little flicks when you kiss his skin
- if you make it slow and intimate, expect him to fall asleep. if he wakes up and you've stopped, he falls into a bratty mood; one you probably need to punish him out of, right?
- when he gets really into it, the facade drops and his hips start jerking against you. his snippy remarks turn into soft whimpers the more you work him open
- another one who likes to 69 with you; likes it even more when you have your tongue in his ass and a hand on his dick. penetrative sex is a lot of work, anyways
- wants you to use rimming as a reward for good behavior. he only took four naps today, thats down 25 percent! he deserves a kiss, right? no, not there, silly!
- also wants you to rim him as a stress reliever for him; when he has a nightmare or a spat with Lucifer, the easiest way to forget is your tongue on him
- usually doesn't care enough to get up or put his pants back on when you're done. he likes naked cuddles, anyways <3
Lucifer x Mammon yuri..Lucifer x Barbatos yuri... Lucifer x Diavolo yuri... Demoncest yuri...Bottom!Lucifer.. Middle!Diavolo and Top!Barbatos yuri.. .. The mind is filled with yuri. Yurriiiiii..i want those motherfuckers yuriing. Waiter, waiter more yuri!!!! Fuckin yuriing it. And by it? I mean my [unspecified body part](I'm on 2 hours of sleep currently, is it obvious?)
I saw something about eating Belphegor out so like?? how can I not write that lmao
feel free to send asks / requests
features:
gn!reader x boypussy!Belphie, oral sex, light punishment, pact use, apologies, bruising, biting, no reader orgasm written
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“Nooo, can’t think.”, Belphegor whined uselessly against your wanton tongue, hips grinding up against nothing as you forced them down.
The way your fingers enveloped his lower belly, pressing down and feeling him up, had him aching to cum already and ever the impatient youngest brother, he whined and pleaded to get his way.
On most nights you would’ve listened, been soft and easy on him as he flexed his thin lips in a pitiful frown. Now though?
He’d embarrassed you at the dinner table, spilling all the ways he’s taken you to Asmo and Beel with a smug little grin, describing the sounds you’d made with the detail of an author writing a lengthy, erotic scenario just to rile his siblings up, to taunt them that you’d chosen him.
You forced his thighs apart and back into the mattress, exposing his aching cunt below you, slick with arousal just from you demeaning him. A secret masochist is still a masochist after all.
“Who do you think you are? Going around telling everyone of the ways I can’t walk due to you? Well let’s see about how you fare without that magic of yours, hm?”
You ghost a breath over him, the scent of his arousal pungent and sweet. “I could hold you here all night.” “You wouldn’t.”, he wavers, like just thinking about it makes him squirm. “Ah, ah, Belphie. Stay!”
He froze, bearing his fangs to thrash at the pact that forced him still. “Y-you can’t— not like this. I wanna feel you!” Cocking your head at him, your fingers grazed his desperate hole and he almost mewled upon impact. “Please— please!”
And mercifully you let the pact holding onto him dissolve, running like sand through your open hand. He sat up immediately, kissing you. Starved and drooling you’d almost thought he was the Avatar of another carnal sin. “Pleh- please?” You forced his chin up, cheeks puffing up in that signature pout. “Please what, Belphie?” “Mhmmm!” He kicked his leg and raised his hips to bump against yours. “Use your words, Belphie.” You felt like teasing him tonight. “Fuck me. C’mon.”, he spat, his patience thinning with each move you made.
“No.” He shuddered as you dove into his skin, peppering kisses along his lower belly over the soft indigo fuzz that formed a thin happy trail down to the flesh you yearned to devour.
He let out a gasp, caught off guard but somewhat pleased you finally touched him. “This is payback.”, you mumbled warmly, breathing in the mix of slick and sweat that’d formed between his thighs.
You pressed a kiss to his mound before graciously peeking your tongue out just enough to part his sensitive folds. Belphie twitched, an uncoordinated movement of his thighs had your neck enveloped in a leg-lock and you weren’t sure you could even blame him because you wanted to devour Belphegor just as badly.
Still, this was supposed to be a punishment, so you withdrew from his sopping cunt as much as you were able to, biting into the fat of his inner thigh and leaving a bruise that almost matched the deep indigo tone of his hair. He let out a low cry, his voice close to cracking as he tensed his muscles, furthering their grip on you.
“You want this, don’t you? The pain feels good.” You weren’t sure if he heard you, be it the dazed and distant look in his eyes or the way you were forced against his skin, effectively muffling your voice.
Delicately swirling your tongue over his swollen clit, you finally got the reaction you were hoping for. He arched up into you, a stifled sob half-stuck in his throat while his lips were red and flushed from how hard he’d bitten them. You felt your tummy flutter and your confidence rose steadily as you cupped his tummy as best as you could and lapped at his throbbing cunt with maddening fervor.
What little restraint your demon had shown had completely dissipated now, broken sobs and moans the pitch of some hooker sprang from his lips with every twist, lap and turn from your tongue inside him.
You were barely conscious at this point, surely looking as dazed as he did, pussydrunk and high off the pheromones his slick contained.
Demons were dangerously seductive, even if lust wasn’t their main department like with succubi or incubi, their intentions were to corrupt and that was what their bodies were made for.
Your nose dug in as you forced your tongue deeper inside. You’d have added your fingers by now if the man below you wasn’t dead-set on drowning you in pussy but you were too into the fulfilling, lewd reactions to care at this point. You felt his release approach as his thighs shook and his breath shuddered in unison, hips too weak to keep curving into you. “P-please, please— I… I’m sorry!—“, he breathed wildly, sniffling and struggling to form coherent words. “For what?”, you tried teasing but you were barely audible against him.
“For bragging-ah— I’m sorry! For telling everyone! Oh… I’m sorry- I’m sorry—“, his voice broke as you dug your nails into him, holding him steadily as you flicked your tongue against him. Belphie’s hips twitched one last time before his thighs tightened so hard around your head you think it might pop like a watermelon. This was a pain you were willing to endure, only to hear the muffled, broken sobs of the Avatar of Sloth below you.
He slackened and you gasped for air, chin wet with drool and his arousal. You sat up, taking a minute to appreciate your work.
His fucked-out expression, the faint bruises on his lower belly and hips in the pleasant form of your fingertips, the indent of your teeth on his left thigh that stood out darkly against pale skin.
A proud sigh and you joined him, slowly carding your nails through his messy hair. Belphegor was fast asleep, babbling some more apologies for good measure.
Halo! My request is what would the bros do with a MC who casually while in public whispers dirty things but then acts like if they did nothing~ thank you!!! ✨
Ah thatd be me
Warning: hints at NSFW
THE BROTHERS and MC whispering dirty things in public
Lucifer:
Oh dear you know better than to act all innocent around him. He'll whisper dirty things back and promise to punish you for being such a dirty little thing
Mammon:
Oof you got him blushing now chief. He wont mention it until you get home and then hes on you, making you suffer for getting him so worked up.
Leviathan:
He might blush but he WILL take you in that alleyway right there so unless youre into potentially getting caught by strangers, stop that
Satan:
He'll start teasing you too, but not just with words. With touches too. He has no problem giving everyone a show right here right now so I hope you're up for that.
Asmodeus:
Oof he will ACTUALLY start a show. You're pushed up against the nearest wall and that dirty mouth is going to be put to use
Beelzebub:
He will mumble underneath his breath, dragging you home immediately and then edge you for teasing him so much. You wont cum tonight.
Belphegor:
The one who doesnt care and shrugs it off. That bulge in his pants? Who knows where that came from~ but you aint getting shit tonight.
Last one in this series :') I feel like Simeon has a very dirty side to him
M!Reader below the F!Reader
TWs: nsfw, Masturbation
SIMEON Masturbating to F!Reader
“Just this once…” Simeon had told himself back then. The attraction he felt toward you had become undeniable and with it came a mixture of feelings he couldn’t quite place at first: desire, heat, lust… Of course he knew what they were and it’s not as if he is a complete, inexperienced fledgling, but it’s been so long since he last felt any of this toward anyone that it threw him out of his usual lane and in front of a train. The feelings for you came seemingly out of nowhere until he found himself imagining your curves and soft skin under a different light one night. Before he knew where these thoughts were truly going, he already had his hands cupping his boner through his pants as he silently cursed this human form. He knew you were attracted to his looks and he felt that your hearts were beginning to beat as one; yet, he still felt as though he shouldn’t be doing this.
It doesn’t even have anything to do with the way humans view angels and god and heaven; they got most of that wrong anyway. No, it’s the way that he views you himself. You hold his utmost respect and adoration and the last thing he wants is for you to think him to be some type of pervert who uses the image of your sexy body to get himself off. If anything, he wanted to wait until the both of you allowed this relationship to progress and then explore one another together. Besides, he’s sure your hand feels way better than his own. “No.” Simeon scolded himself, shaking his head. This isn’t the time to think about any of this, he should focus on the task at hand.
Because right now, he’s sitting in the middle of a RAD classroom, taking a test that he believes to be both foolish and important. Usually, he’s up there with Satan when it comes to grades, never missing a beat and putting his all into his studies of the Devildom, but in this moment, his mind refuses to cooperate. “How does sin’s lily affect the senses?” The question runs through his mind and he groans inwardly at how inappropriate the question seems right now. Simeon moves his pen to write out his answer, “Sin’s Lily affects the senses in a way that enhances them. The consumer is suddenly hyper aware of all touches, all smells, all sights,...” As Simeon writes on, his mind drifts to you again, imagining what it would be like for you to be completely at his mercy as you sense everything of and about him. He can practically hear your little gasps of pleasure as he eases the confusion in your mind.
You had always been very willing to experiment and he wondered what your thoughts on sin’s lily could be. His cock stirs in his pants and he presses against it beneath his desk as he continues to write. Silly him, how foolish could he be? This isn’t the time or place to think about such things; this test is important. Besides, if he’s going to let thoughts of you distract him, he might as well let it be thoughts about your laughter and how it rings like music in his ears, or the sparkle in your eyes when he finds the time to have deep, meaningful conversations with you. The way your heartbeats sync up and the way his palms grow sweaty when you stand too close for too long. He adores how smart you are, how passionate you feel about certain things and how perfectly human you are; so innocent, so blissfully unaware of how crazy the universe actually is.
He also admires your strength. The strength you hold down here in the Devildom as you navigate such unknown territory between demons, magic and angels. The angel side in him wants to protect you, to hold you close and keep you away from any harm, but Simeon also loves watching you struggle and learn; to watch as you become an even better version of yourself. A small smile graces his lips as he thinks about you, the answers to these test questions suddenly coming easy to him. He writes sentence after sentence, paragraph after paragraph and gives the best answers in the neatest handwriting, no question left unanswered.
However, his cock seems to have other plans. Still straining the pants of his uniform, his mind begins to wander again, suddenly imagining the two of you studying naked together. Both of you are on your sides on his bed with Simeon asking questions and your legs spread deliciously for him as he keeps fingering your tight little cunt faster with each question you answer correctly. Every incorrect answer will get him to slow his administration or pull out a finger. What a reward system that is… he can just hear you whine and plead when he slows back down just because you missed a question, but he could also hear the loud moans when he places his thumb over your clit, rubbing in slow circles as a reward when you answer correctly.
Simeon bites back a groan, the words on his test barely registering as he continues to write. If you’re being an especially good girl, he would get you to orgasm for him. Goodness, how beautiful it would be to watch you close your eyes in pleasure, your mouth opening in ecstasy as your walls flutter around his digits and coat his hand. “Damnit…” he mumbles to himself, gripping his pen tightly. His cock is twitching, begging for attention right now and all Simeon can really do is place a hand over his erection and push against it. There’s no way this is happening with all these people around. Suddenly thankful for his darker complexion, he silently sends up a prayer of gratitude that his blush isn’t as easy to identify on his cheeks.
Focusing back on the last parts of the test, he continues to write away, completely unaware that he’s currently rubbing himself through his clothes beneath the desk. Simeon isn’t loud when he pleases himself and right now his focus should be on answering these last questions. Instead, the image of what he assumes to be your orgasmic face comes back to mind and he knows damn well that that would be the point where all studying sessions are over and he himself would continue to push you into the highest heavens. Simeon would worship you, would kiss and lick every inch of your body just to get you to orgasm again and again, and then some more. He wouldn’t give you what you craved the most – his cock – both because he loves teasing you but also because he loves torturing himself. Maybe, after your third or fourth orgasm, he’d finally give you the pleasure you so desperately crave.
“Simeon… please…” Oh, and you’d beg so nicely. You’d probably try to grab a hold of his cock and guide him to your dripping entrance yourself. He would even pretend to let you for a while, snapping his hips up and nudging at your eager hole, before pulling back completely with a frustrated groan from both of you.
“Cum for me once more, my little angel…” he’d encourage, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin in anticipation. Simeon is big on praise, telling you how beautiful you look beneath his touch, how flushed your cheeks are and how amazing it is to watch you tremble with need. You’re a goddess and he’s but a humble servant, wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible. Just when he’s about to drive you completely insane does he allow himself to sink deep into your tight heat, the wait paying off when he feels your walls flutter and mold against his thick cock. You’d be overstimulated from his antics, clinging to him like he were your life line and Simeon would groan at the sensation of finally feeling your velvety walls engulf him. “(Y/N)...” Your name would be the sweetest sin on his lips as he loses himself and pleasures you both, carrying you to new heights.
Your hands would explore his body, fingers tracing the muscles on his chest and abdomen. He knows his usual outfit is teasing and he hopes you have thought about him more than once because of it. “Simeon, please… I can’t… too much…” Oh, but you would. You would come undone for him one more time just so he can feel your walls pulsing and clenching around him as you coat his cock with your essence. Fuck, he can almost feel the wetness now, just one more thrust and—
Simeon gasps, pressing down hard on his erection in his pants as pure ecstasy courses through him, right here in the middle of a test. Quick to cover it up with a cough, he almost winces as he feels his cock twitch and his pants grow wetter with every spurt of hot semen that he didn’t intend to let out. His face is flushed and he holds his head down as he continues to write, ignoring his own soft panting. He prays to god no one just picked up on what has happened to him. He has never felt so ashamed in his life. Glancing down, he picks up his hand slowly to see the wet stain, biting his tongue hard when he covers it again. How could he let this happen? How did his mind get so far away from him?
His eyes find the paper, surprised at the perfect answers he gave, before they snap up and glance to the side. Asmodeus is glancing back at him, a knowing smirk on his face. Obviously he’d know; his Avatar has been activated and so close to him, too, but Simeon tries to ignore it, looking a few rows ahead to see you still writing your test, completely unaware.
Simeon sighs; he’s finished, in more ways than one. How is he supposed to get up and turn his test in now without everyone knowing what just happened? He needs to call in sick for all his other classes just so he can go back to Purgatory Hall and change out of these clothes. He’ll be scolding himself all night about this while trying to figure out what to do with you. How did it get this far?
“Just this once…” Simeon had told himself back then. The attraction he felt toward you had become undeniable and with it came a mixture of feelings he couldn’t quite place at first: desire, heat, lust… Of course he knew what they were and it’s not as if he is a complete, inexperienced fledgling, but it’s been so long since he last felt any of this toward anyone that it threw him out of his usual lane and in front of a train. The feelings for you came seemingly out of nowhere until he found himself imagining your curves and soft skin under a different light one night. Before he knew where these thoughts were truly going, he already had his hands cupping his boner through his pants as he silently cursed this human form. He knew you were attracted to his looks and he felt that your hearts were beginning to beat as one; yet, he still felt as though he shouldn’t be doing this.
It doesn’t even have anything to do with the way humans view angels and god and heaven; they got most of that wrong anyway. No, it’s the way that he views you himself. You hold his utmost respect and adoration and the last thing he wants is for you to think him to be some type of pervert who uses the image of your sexy body to get himself off. If anything, he wanted to wait until the both of you allowed this relationship to progress and then explore one another together. Besides, he’s sure your hand feels way better than his own. “No.” Simeon scolded himself, shaking his head. This isn’t the time to think about any of this, he should focus on the task at hand.
Because right now, he’s sitting in the middle of a RAD classroom, taking a test that he believes to be both foolish and important. Usually, he’s up there with Satan when it comes to grades, never missing a beat and putting his all into his studies of the Devildom, but in this moment, his mind refuses to cooperate. “How does sin’s lily affect the senses?” The question runs through his mind and he groans inwardly at how inappropriate the question seems right now. Simeon moves his pen to write out his answer, “Sin’s Lily affects the senses in a way that enhances them. The consumer is suddenly hyper aware of all touches, all smells, all sights,...” As Simeon writes on, his mind drifts to you again, imagining what it would be like for you to be completely at his mercy as you sense everything of and about him. He can practically hear your little gasps of pleasure as he eases the confusion in your mind.
You had always been very willing to experiment and he wondered what your thoughts on sin’s lily could be. His cock stirs in his pants and he presses against it beneath his desk as he continues to write. Silly him, how foolish could he be? This isn’t the time or place to think about such things; this test is important. Besides, if he’s going to let thoughts of you distract him, he might as well let it be thoughts about your laughter and how it rings like music in his ears, or the sparkle in your eyes when he finds the time to have deep, meaningful conversations with you. The way your heartbeats sync up and the way his palms grow sweaty when you stand too close for too long. He adores how smart you are, how passionate you feel about certain things and how perfectly human you are; so innocent, so blissfully unaware of how crazy the universe actually is.
He also admires your strength. The strength you hold down here in the Devildom as you navigate such unknown territory between demons, magic and angels. The angel side in him wants to protect you, to hold you close and keep you away from any harm, but Simeon also loves watching you struggle and learn; to watch as you become an even better version of yourself. A small smile graces his lips as he thinks about you, the answers to these test questions suddenly coming easy to him. He writes sentence after sentence, paragraph after paragraph and gives the best answers in the neatest handwriting, no question left unanswered.
However, his cock seems to have other plans. Still straining the pants of his uniform, his mind begins to wander again, suddenly imagining the two of you studying naked together. Both of you are on your sides on his bed with Simeon asking questions and your legs spread deliciously for him as he keeps fingering your tight little hole faster with each question you answer correctly, preparing you for him. Every incorrect answer will get him to slow his administration or pull out a finger. What a reward system that is… he can just hear you whine and plead when he slows back down just because you missed a question, but he could also hear the loud moans when he places his free hand around your cock, stroking in slow, teasing motions as a reward when you answer correctly.
Simeon bites back a groan, the words on his test barely registering as he continues to write. If you’re being an especially good boy, he would get you to orgasm for him. Goodness, how beautiful it would be to watch you close your eyes in pleasure, your mouth opening in ecstasy as your cock pulses and spurts in his hand, coating both yourself and him. “Damnit…” he mumbles to himself, gripping his pen tightly. His cock is twitching, begging for attention right now and all Simeon can really do is place a hand over his erection and push against it. There’s no way this is happening with all these people around. Suddenly thankful for his darker complexion, he silently sends up a prayer of gratitude that his blush isn’t as easy to identify on his cheeks.
Focusing back on the last parts of the test, he continues to write away, completely unaware that he’s currently rubbing himself through his clothes beneath the desk. Simeon isn’t loud when he pleases himself and right now his focus should be on answering these last questions. Instead, the image of what he assumes to be your orgasmic face comes back to mind and he knows damn well that that would be the point where all studying sessions are over and he himself would continue to push you into the highest heavens. Simeon would worship you, would kiss and lick every inch of your body just to get you to orgasm again and again, and then some more. He wouldn’t give you what you craved the most – his cock – both because he loves teasing you but also because he loves torturing himself. Maybe, after your third or fourth orgasm, he’d finally give you the pleasure you so desperately crave.
“Simeon… please…” Oh, and you’d beg so nicely. You’d probably try to grab a hold of his cock and guide him to your tight entrance yourself. He would even pretend to let you for a while, snapping his hips up and nudging at your eager hole, before pulling back completely with a frustrated groan from both of you.
“Cum for me once more, my little angel…” he’d encourage, watching the goosebumps rise on your skin in anticipation. Simeon is big on praise, telling you how beautiful you look beneath his touch, how flushed your cheeks are and how amazing it is to watch you tremble with need. You’re a god and he’s but a humble servant, wanting to drag out your pleasure for as long as possible. Just when he’s about to drive you completely insane does he allow himself to sink deep into your tightness, the wait paying off when he feels your walls flutter and mold against his thick cock. You’d be overstimulated from his antics, clinging to him like he were your life line and Simeon would groan at the sensation of finally feeling your walls engulf him. “(Y/N)...” Your name would be the sweetest sin on his lips as he loses himself and pleasures you both, carrying you to new heights.
Your hands would explore his body, fingers tracing the muscles on his chest and abdomen. He knows his usual outfit is teasing and he hopes you have thought about him more than once because of it. “Simeon, please… I can’t… too much…” Oh, but you would. You would come undone for him one more time just so he can feel your hole clenching and hot spurts of cum cover your abdomen, adding to the orgasms before that one. Fuck, he can almost feel the wetness now, just one more thrust and—
Simeon gasps, pressing down hard on his erection in his pants as pure ecstasy courses through him, right here in the middle of a test. Quick to cover it up with a cough, he almost winces as he feels his cock twitch and his pants grow wetter with every spurt of hot semen that he didn’t intend to let out. His face is flushed and he holds his head down as he continues to write, ignoring his own soft panting. He prays to god no one just picked up on what has happened to him. He has never felt so ashamed in his life. Glancing down, he picks up his hand slowly to see the wet stain, biting his tongue hard when he covers it again. How could he let this happen? How did his mind get so far away from him?
His eyes find the paper, surprised at the perfect answers he gave, before they snap up and glance to the side. Asmodeus is glancing back at him, a knowing smirk on his face. Obviously he’d know; his Avatar has been activated and so close to him, too, but Simeon tries to ignore it, looking a few rows ahead to see you still writing your test, completely unaware.
Simeon sighs; he’s finished, in more ways than one. How is he supposed to get up and turn his test in now without everyone knowing what just happened? He needs to call in sick for all his other classes just so he can go back to Purgatory Hall and change out of these clothes. He’ll be scolding himself all night about this while trying to figure out what to do with you. How did it get this far?
*wait* now all I can picture is Solomon and Asmo working together to dumb someone down,, not that either of them need the help, but
🥵🥵🥵 and wouldn’t it be the best moments of your life, before it all goes blank? Asmo’s presence naturally scrambling you as he simply lingers, teasing and doing his makeup. Solomon more pointed, guiding your transformation with his magic and words, using your vulnerability against you until you’re a giggling mess ready to be fucked stupid.
m!male mc riding a dildo that's very similar to the boys tails :33 ?? (levi , satan , and belphie ?)
((or gn!mc , just not fem!mc please ^_^ !!!!))
⛓️M!MC Riding a Toy that Mimics the Demon Bro's Tails⛓️
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Featuring: Leviathan, Satan, Belphegor x male MC (separate)
CW: Sex toys, masturbation, tentacle kink in Levi's part, dom!Satan, Belphie and Satan being a little meanie in their parts | MDNI!
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Leviathan:
✮ The texture would be so smooth, albeit a bit rough due to the scales. But it can hit all the right angles so easily. Unlike the other's tails, his is thicker at the base and would be easier to ride with no problems.
✮ A lot of the times, Levi would fantasize about wrapping your limbs in bondage that resembles tentacles, or straight up using tentacles to tie you up or jerk you off as you ride the toy.
✮ It feels so cool, slick. And it definitely works if you have a thing for tentacles or mythical sea creature's appendages in general. It drives Leviathan insane knowing you get off on something that resembles a part of him, and he's always torn between jerking you off or himself, or even just getting rid of the toy and having you fuck him.
✮ Totally one of the best options. 10/10.
࿐༉༉ᯓ★ ~Imagine~ ࿐༉༉ᯓ★
You grind against the toy, wrapping your hand around your cock as you angle your hips to hit that sweet spot, trying to mimic the same rhythm Leviathan tries to hit when his hands are on you. As the toy rubs deeper, you gasp a bit more, your hand increasing in speed as you try to chase your peak as fast as you can.
You imagine tentacles Levi may control wrapping around you, either making you ride to a certain pace or jerking you off, doing everything to overstimulate you.
Satan:
✮ (•﹏•;)
✮ If it only looks like his tail and doesn't resemble the texture or... spikes, it should be fine. Because his tail is BARBED and ROUGH and could literally tear someone to shreds if they weren't careful. Sooo try not to imagine that inside you... eeeeugh.
✮ But the form of his tail is definitely intriguing, imagine it being able to rub against places a regular dildo couldn't, creating such a strong, overwhelming sensation. It's quite flexible too, which can be good if you're more into grinding against it than full on riding it.
✮ Satan is definitely intrigued, watching every single reaction that you make and finds it quite endearing if you beg for him to touch you. If you ask nicely, he may grab ahold of your cock, squeezing periodically just to make you squirm.
✮ 5/10 especially if it is a bit pointy, but if Satan's interfering, only 8/10 since he can be a meanie.
⋆☕︎ ˖ ~Imagine~ ⋆☕︎ ˖
"Give me one more, I know you can, MC." Satan purrs lowly, grabbing your cock with one hand and your waist with the other, guiding you against the dildo. He's been at this with you for how long... Your legs are shaking and the toy hits spots you didn't think were possible, stimulating you immensely. You have to lean over on his shoulder and breathe heavily whenever it hits your prostate.
When Satan notices your legs about to give out but you still craved more, he situates himself behind you, guiding you down on your hands and knees and fucking the toy into you himself.
Belphegor:
✮ I was wondering how I could make it work while maintaining the same sort of feeling that is was Belphie's tail, since a cow tail wouldn't work as well as something like Levi's serpent one. What I was thinking that it has the same cow pattern and had a bit of the prickly feeling to it since Belphegor's tail does have a few thorns to it.
✮ It would certainly be a unique texture, almost a bit more velvety than something smooth and slick. It would be a bit prickly, but not as prominent as Satan's tail. The ridges make for an interesting experience, rubbing against your sensitive spots as you grind down on the toy.
✮ Belphie would be even more of a tease, trying to tell you what to do and how exactly how to ride the dildo. He may even tell you how you should touch yourself to make it even more overwhelming.
✮ 6/10? It's prickly, but not enough to feel like your insides are getting pierced. Cough- Satan- cough
⏾⋆.˚ ~Imagine~ ⏾⋆.˚
You have to grip the base a bit as you ride the toy, trying to hit that sweet spot yourself as your other hand rubs your cock. The sensations are overwhelming in such a good way, making your eyes roll back. Your legs are also soon about to give away, but chasing your high was so much more important.
You imagine Belphie lazily gripping your cock, not exactly jerking you off sort of using it as an anchor as you rode the dildo. He would give a few experimental squeezes to throw you off balance, flashing you a smirk every time you glare at him.
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I haven't written for a male reader/MC before, feel free to give me any feedback! ^^
m!male mc riding a dildo that's very similar to the boys tails :33 ?? (levi , satan , and belphie ?)
((or gn!mc , just not fem!mc please ^_^ !!!!))
⛓️M!MC Riding a Toy that Mimics the Demon Bro's Tails⛓️
──────────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────────────────
Featuring: Leviathan, Satan, Belphegor x male MC (separate)
CW: Sex toys, masturbation, tentacle kink in Levi's part, dom!Satan, Belphie and Satan being a little meanie in their parts | MDNI!
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Leviathan:
✮ The texture would be so smooth, albeit a bit rough due to the scales. But it can hit all the right angles so easily. Unlike the other's tails, his is thicker at the base and would be easier to ride with no problems.
✮ A lot of the times, Levi would fantasize about wrapping your limbs in bondage that resembles tentacles, or straight up using tentacles to tie you up or jerk you off as you ride the toy.
✮ It feels so cool, slick. And it definitely works if you have a thing for tentacles or mythical sea creature's appendages in general. It drives Leviathan insane knowing you get off on something that resembles a part of him, and he's always torn between jerking you off or himself, or even just getting rid of the toy and having you fuck him.
✮ Totally one of the best options. 10/10.
࿐༉༉ᯓ★ ~Imagine~ ࿐༉༉ᯓ★
You grind against the toy, wrapping your hand around your cock as you angle your hips to hit that sweet spot, trying to mimic the same rhythm Leviathan tries to hit when his hands are on you. As the toy rubs deeper, you gasp a bit more, your hand increasing in speed as you try to chase your peak as fast as you can.
You imagine tentacles Levi may control wrapping around you, either making you ride to a certain pace or jerking you off, doing everything to overstimulate you.
Satan:
✮ (•﹏•;)
✮ If it only looks like his tail and doesn't resemble the texture or... spikes, it should be fine. Because his tail is BARBED and ROUGH and could literally tear someone to shreds if they weren't careful. Sooo try not to imagine that inside you... eeeeugh.
✮ But the form of his tail is definitely intriguing, imagine it being able to rub against places a regular dildo couldn't, creating such a strong, overwhelming sensation. It's quite flexible too, which can be good if you're more into grinding against it than full on riding it.
✮ Satan is definitely intrigued, watching every single reaction that you make and finds it quite endearing if you beg for him to touch you. If you ask nicely, he may grab ahold of your cock, squeezing periodically just to make you squirm.
✮ 5/10 especially if it is a bit pointy, but if Satan's interfering, only 8/10 since he can be a meanie.
⋆☕︎ ˖ ~Imagine~ ⋆☕︎ ˖
"Give me one more, I know you can, MC." Satan purrs lowly, grabbing your cock with one hand and your waist with the other, guiding you against the dildo. He's been at this with you for how long... Your legs are shaking and the toy hits spots you didn't think were possible, stimulating you immensely. You have to lean over on his shoulder and breathe heavily whenever it hits your prostate.
When Satan notices your legs about to give out but you still craved more, he situates himself behind you, guiding you down on your hands and knees and fucking the toy into you himself.
Belphegor:
✮ I was wondering how I could make it work while maintaining the same sort of feeling that is was Belphie's tail, since a cow tail wouldn't work as well as something like Levi's serpent one. What I was thinking that it has the same cow pattern and had a bit of the prickly feeling to it since Belphegor's tail does have a few thorns to it.
✮ It would certainly be a unique texture, almost a bit more velvety than something smooth and slick. It would be a bit prickly, but not as prominent as Satan's tail. The ridges make for an interesting experience, rubbing against your sensitive spots as you grind down on the toy.
✮ Belphie would be even more of a tease, trying to tell you what to do and how exactly how to ride the dildo. He may even tell you how you should touch yourself to make it even more overwhelming.
✮ 6/10? It's prickly, but not enough to feel like your insides are getting pierced. Cough- Satan- cough
⏾⋆.˚ ~Imagine~ ⏾⋆.˚
You have to grip the base a bit as you ride the toy, trying to hit that sweet spot yourself as your other hand rubs your cock. The sensations are overwhelming in such a good way, making your eyes roll back. Your legs are also soon about to give away, but chasing your high was so much more important.
You imagine Belphie lazily gripping your cock, not exactly jerking you off sort of using it as an anchor as you rode the dildo. He would give a few experimental squeezes to throw you off balance, flashing you a smirk every time you glare at him.
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I haven't written for a male reader/MC before, feel free to give me any feedback! ^^
hmm , , don't really understand this ask so if I reply and its not what you wanted send me a dm !!!!
I like my pairs including like.. having either.utual love or hate for eachother.. like belphie and Satan with lucif ! OR both of them loving eachother like beel and belphie !!
MEPHISTOPHELES closed the door behind you, his expression thunderous. He walked over to his desk and picked up a stack of papers, slamming them down in front of you. "These are all the errors you've made today alone. Do you have any idea how incompetent you look?" His voice is low and furious.
You looked over the papers with tons of red circles. "Mephisto, I told you. This is not my work. It was just passed to me and I did it without complaints despite it being out of my work boundaries!"
His eyes flashed dangerously at your defense, his voice rising. "Don't blame others for your own mistakes! I don't care whose work it was, if it's on your desk then it's YOUR responsibility!" He pointed angrily at the papers "And stop calling me that!"
Your brows furrowed, "What now? You want to call you boss? God?"
His face darkened at your sarcasm, his fists clenching on the desk. He leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Watch your tongue, little girl. I am your superior. You will address me with respect." He emphasized each word.
"Oh, fuck you! I bend nobles like you on desks everyday! Don't think your role is gonna put you above everyone! I'm an important person in this kingdom too!"
His eyes widened in shock at your outburst, then narrowed dangerously. He stood up abruptly, his tall frame towering over you. "You dare speak to me like that? In MY office?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I could have you arrested for insolence."
"Oh, please." you rolled your eyes "You won't."
His jaw clenched, his face twisting with anger. He stepped around the desk, cornering you against the wall. "You think I'm bluffing? I am the right hand of the king. I could have you imprisoned and forgotten about in an instant."
"Yeah, sure, sure..."
His eyes flashed with rage at your disrespect. Without warning, he grabs you roughly by the throat, his large hand wrapping around your neck. "You little bitch," he hissed, his face inches from yours. "I've had enough of your mouth."
"Well, talk about filthy mouths."
His hand tightened slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to show you he means business. His eyes burned into yours, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no respect for authority, do you? I've never met someone so insolent in my entire life."
He sneered derisively, his grip on your throat never wavering. "You think fucking a few nobles makes you important? Please. You're nothing but a whore who spreads her legs for anyone with a title." His words stung, hitting close to home. "You're not special. You're just easy."
"Easy? If I'm that easy then I would've spread my legs for you don't I? I guess that shows just how much low I think of you compared to those I've fucked."
His face turned red with anger and something else... hurt? His hand squeezed your throat before releasing you abruptly. "Fuck you," he spat out, stepping back. "I have standards. I wouldn't touch someone who opens their legs for every noble with a title."
"Whatever, you ain't all that anyway..."
He whirled around, his face contorted with anger and something deeper, more primal. In two strides, he's back in front of you, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back. "What did you just say?" he growled, his face inches from yours. "Say that to my face."
"Ah, shit—"
"I heard you," he interruptef, his voice low and dangerous. His grip on your hair tightened painfully. "You said I'm not all that. Is that what you really think?" His other hand came up to grip your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.
"Well—"
He shook your head back abruptly, making you see stars. "Answer the question," he demanded, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Do you really think I'm not good enough for you?"
"What are you talking about?!"
His face contorted with frustration and jealousy. "You think I'm not attractive enough? Not powerful enough? Not good enough in bed?" He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Because let me tell you, little princess, I've had more women than you can count."
"Why the hell are you acting like this when you're the one who rejected me first?!"
He released your hair and chin abruptly, taking a step back. He looked genuinely confused and taken aback by your accusation. "What are you talking about? When did I ever reject you?" His anger seemed to deflate slightly as he tried to remember any instance of rejecting you. "Refresh my memory."
"Wow, now we're acting dumb? You know damn well I made moves on you on the past but you kept rejecting me and making me look like a slut!"
His expression shifted from anger to realization, then guilt. He remembered now - all those times you'd try to flirt, touch his arm, make suggestive comments... and he'd politely but firmly reject you. "I..." He ram a hand through his hair. "Shit."
He took deep breaths, trying to explain himself. "I thought you were just... playing around. Teasing me. I never took your advances seriously because I didn't think you were actually interested in me like that." His voice softens slightly. "I thought you were just messing with me."
"Well, that doesn't change the fact now does it? I'm leaving." You tried to leave the tension but...
His strong arms caged you against the door, his warm breath against your ear. "Not so fast," he repeated, "You can't just throw accusations like that and walk away." His hands rested on the door on either side of your head, trapping you.
His eyes have that hazy, intense look - a clear giveaway of his growing arousal despite his anger. His body pressed against yours, "I'm still mad," he growled, but his hips shift slightly, pressing his hardening length against your stomach.
"What are you—"
His voice took on a mocking tone as he repeated some of your insults back at you. "'You're not all that.' 'I've had better.' 'You're not even good looking.'" With each mocking phrase, he pressed closer, his arousal becoming more obvious.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he mocks, "Oh, I guess you don't want my dick now, huh? After all those times you were begging for it." His hands moved to grip your hips possessively, his fingers digging in slightly. "You're not getting it now, even if you beg."
"Why would I even—"
His fingers tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he feels your nervous laughter. "Oh, I don't know," he said mockingly, "Maybe because you're a whore who can't keep her legs closed?" He pressed his hard-on against you slowly, proving his point.
"I-If someone hear you, y-you're going to regret it..."
He threw his head back and laughed mockingly at your threat. "Regret it? Please," he says dismissively, "So go ahead and say it."
"H-Huh...?"
He smiled mockingly, enjoying your flustered state. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too busy thinking about how much you want my dick?" He pressed against you harder this time, making sure you feel every inch of his hard-on. "I'm waiting."
"Fuck you." You went on your tip toes to kiss him but he moved his head to the side swiftly causing you to kiss his neck instead.
He chuckled darkly as your lips press against his neck instead of his mouth. He turned his head away, denying you the kiss. "Nuh-uh," he mocked, "You don't get to kiss me after calling me a worthless fuck."
"F-Fuck... Please..."
His smirk widens at your desperate plea, knowing he's won this round. He leaned in close, his voice low and commanding. "Please what? Please let you kiss me? Please let you suck my dick?" He pressed his hardness against you again for emphasis. "Which one is it?"
"Ngh! Mephisto...!"
Hearing his name on your lips in that desperate tone snapped something in him. Without warning, he crushed his lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he kissed you like he hated you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.
When he finally pulled away, you're left gasping for air and weak in the knees. He smirked down at you, satisfied with your dazed state. "Like that," he said mockingly, "Now beg properly."
"P-Please..."
Seeing his drool dripping from your lips made his cock twitch hard against you. You're so turned on and pathetic right now, begging him after calling him worthless, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing ever. "Please what?" he pushed,
"F-F... Me..."
"Louder," he commanded, his voice harsh as he pressed his hard dick against your stomach, "Say it louder so I can hear you begging like the slut you are." He pulled your hair back hard so that your neck is arched exposed,
"Fuck me... Please!"
A growl escaped his throat at your desperate plea. He loved how you're begging so pretty for him now, completely opposite to how you were acting earlier. Without a second thought, he spun you around roughly, pressing your face against the wall. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He slapped your ass hard before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his thick, hard cock. "You want me to fuck you? You want me to destroy this little whore pussy?" He ran the head of his cock against your panties, teasing you mercilessly.
He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and held it out to you. "Pull your panties aside," he ordered gruffly, "I'm not going to wait any longer to fuck this needy cunt." He wrapped a hand around your throat possessively, applying just enough pressure to make you feel owned.
He rolled the condom onto his massive length, the thick veins visible even through the latex. He pressed the head of his dick against your wet entrance, pushing in just the tip to make you whimper. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, "Is this all for me?"
"A-All for you..."
With a harsh grunt, he slammed his entire length into you, filling you completely. You cried out loudly at the sudden invasion, your nails scraping against the wall. He started pounding into you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. "Take it,"
"Take it like the good little slut you are." He fucked you like he hated you - hard, fast, and brutal. His hand on your throat tightened occasionally as he leaned over you, his teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he bit and marked you everywhere. "Mine,"
He noticed your struggling hands trying to reach your tie and smirked darkly. "Having trouble there, sweetheart?" Instead of helping, he reaches around and grips the tie tighter, trapping it around your neck as he fucked you deeper. "Leave it on," he commanded,
"It's hot... So hot..."
"So's your pussy," he shoots back mockingly as he continued to pound into you, the impact of his body hitting yours making loud slapping sounds. He pulled back slightly, watching his dick disappear and reappear inside you. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered suddenly,
He saw you fumbling with your shirt buttons, your movements sloppy and desperate from being fucked so hard. He laughed darkly, reaching around to pull your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing your bouncing tits.
"You ripped it..."
"Damn right I did," he said with a satisfied grunt as he continued to rail you, his cock swirling inside your pussy with each deep thrust. He pulled back slightly to admire his handiwork - your shirt ruined, tie tightened around your neck, hair messy from his gripping.
"I'm—I'm close...!"
He felt your pussy tightening around him and knew you're on the edge. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he leaned in close to your ear. "Come without permission, and I'll leave you like this all night," he threatened mockingly before reaching around to rub your clit roughly. "Beg for it."
As soon as his fingers made contact with your clit, your legs gave out completely. He caught you easily, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up as he continued to fuck you and rub your sensitive nub. "Stay standing, slut," he commanded roughly, applying more pressure to your clit. "Beg for your orgasm."
"C-Cum..."
His hand moved faster on your clit, his cock pounding into you harder as he felt your pussy fluttering around him. "What was that? I didn't hear a please," he mocked cruelly before biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "Please cum?"
"C-Cu—Ngh!!! P-P...!"
He felt your pussy clench around him like a vice, trying desperately not to cum without permission. His hand on your clit became brutal as he forced you to the edge. "Say please," he growled menacingly into your ear, "Or I'll stop fucking entirely."
"Ahh!~ P-Please...!"
The moment the words "Please..." left your lips, he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. He rubbed your clit roughly, applying immense pressure as he slammef into you deeper, making you sob and convulse in his arms. "There it is..."
Without answering, he pulled his hand away from your clit and gripped your hips tightly as he started fucking you with everything he has. His hips snapped against your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy loudly. "Cum. Now," he commanded sharply, his own release approaching quickly.
As your orgasm hits and your body went limp, he immediately pulled on the tie wrapped around your neck, using it like a leash to keep you upright and conscious. He continued to thrust through his own release, his cock swelling and jerking inside you as he filled the condom with hot cum.
He pulled the tie tighter, cutting off some of your air as he finished inside you with deep, brutal thrusts. His hand reached up to grip your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. "Shh... quiet," he whispered darkly, "Or I'll choke you properly."
He pulled out of you slowly, his softening dick leaving the empty feeling of his absence behind. He reached down and removed the filled condom carefully, tying the end before throwing it away. He then turned his attention back to you, his eyes locking onto the tie still wrapped around your neck.
He smirked at your whine, enjoying how sensitive and used you're sounding after that round. He teared open a new condom packet with his teeth and rolled it onto his semi-hard length. He stepped close to you again, his hands reaching for the tie around your neck. "Again,"
"N-No..."
He chuckled darkly, catching onto your silent plea. He paused with the tie halfway loosened around your neck, his eyes flicking down to the condom on his dick. "You want me bare?" he asked mockingly, his grip on the tie tightening again.
He laughed loudly at your suggestion, his hand snaking up to grip your jaw painfully. "Are you on the pill?" he asked mockingly, his thumb pressing down hard on your bottom lip. "Even if you were, I'm not fucking you raw just because you whine prettily."
"P-Please..."
His expression darkened at your pleading tone, his fingers digging into your jaw. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your face. "Please what?" he growled lowly, his other hand tightening the tie around your neck again. He pressed his hips against yours, the condom-covered head of his dick pressing against your sensitive slit.
"N-No condom..."
He pulled back slightly to stare at you intensely, his cock twitching against your pussy at the forbidden suggestion. He swore under his breath in Russian before asking again sharply, "Are you actually on the pill right now?"
You shook my head, saying no.
He scoffed loudly, his grip on your jaw and the tie tightening painfully. "You're fucking kidding me," he snapped, his forehead pressing against the back of your head in disbelief. "You want me to fuck you bareback without any protection?"
You nodded.
He pulls back abruptly, his eyes wide with shock. He released your jaw and the tie, his hands gripping your arms tightly as he turned you around and shook you roughly. "You want me to knock you up?"
"S-So what...? We're not even sure if it will s-stay..."
He cuts you off with a sharp curse, realizing what you're actually suggesting. You're giving him permission to put a baby in you deliberately. "Fuck," he swore loudly, his hands moving from your arms to your hips. "You're actually serious right now?"
"...maybe..."
His hands tightened on your hipbones, his fingers digging in painfully. "You want to maybe get pregnant with my kid?" he asked darkly, his voice barely a whisper. He searched your face intensely, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"F-Fuck I don't know...!" You pressed yourself on his cock "I want your cum so bad it's driving me insane...
His eyes darkened dangerously at your words, his grip on your hips tightening even more. He slammed his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as he pressed his cock against your pussy. "Fucking little whore,
He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he stared into your eyes. His hands move to your face, holding it firmly. "If I put a baby in you right now, will you marry me?" he asked sharply, his voice leaving no room for ambiguity or hesitation.
You looked away then nodded shyly.
He watched your shyness, finding it surprisingly cute considering the dirty, half-perverted conversations you just had. He smirked slightly, "Answer in words. Will you marry me if I knock you up?"
"Fine!"
He chuckled darkly, his hands moving from your face to your thighs. He lifted you up abruptly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the desm. He tossex you onto it before aligning himself on you, "Deal."
MEPHISTOPHELES closed the door behind you, his expression thunderous. He walked over to his desk and picked up a stack of papers, slamming them down in front of you. "These are all the errors you've made today alone. Do you have any idea how incompetent you look?" His voice is low and furious.
You looked over the papers with tons of red circles. "Mephisto, I told you. This is not my work. It was just passed to me and I did it without complaints despite it being out of my work boundaries!"
His eyes flashed dangerously at your defense, his voice rising. "Don't blame others for your own mistakes! I don't care whose work it was, if it's on your desk then it's YOUR responsibility!" He pointed angrily at the papers "And stop calling me that!"
Your brows furrowed, "What now? You want to call you boss? God?"
His face darkened at your sarcasm, his fists clenching on the desk. He leaned forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Watch your tongue, little girl. I am your superior. You will address me with respect." He emphasized each word.
"Oh, fuck you! I bend nobles like you on desks everyday! Don't think your role is gonna put you above everyone! I'm an important person in this kingdom too!"
His eyes widened in shock at your outburst, then narrowed dangerously. He stood up abruptly, his tall frame towering over you. "You dare speak to me like that? In MY office?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I could have you arrested for insolence."
"Oh, please." you rolled your eyes "You won't."
His jaw clenched, his face twisting with anger. He stepped around the desk, cornering you against the wall. "You think I'm bluffing? I am the right hand of the king. I could have you imprisoned and forgotten about in an instant."
"Yeah, sure, sure..."
His eyes flashed with rage at your disrespect. Without warning, he grabs you roughly by the throat, his large hand wrapping around your neck. "You little bitch," he hissed, his face inches from yours. "I've had enough of your mouth."
"Well, talk about filthy mouths."
His hand tightened slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to show you he means business. His eyes burned into yours, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no respect for authority, do you? I've never met someone so insolent in my entire life."
He sneered derisively, his grip on your throat never wavering. "You think fucking a few nobles makes you important? Please. You're nothing but a whore who spreads her legs for anyone with a title." His words stung, hitting close to home. "You're not special. You're just easy."
"Easy? If I'm that easy then I would've spread my legs for you don't I? I guess that shows just how much low I think of you compared to those I've fucked."
His face turned red with anger and something else... hurt? His hand squeezed your throat before releasing you abruptly. "Fuck you," he spat out, stepping back. "I have standards. I wouldn't touch someone who opens their legs for every noble with a title."
"Whatever, you ain't all that anyway..."
He whirled around, his face contorted with anger and something deeper, more primal. In two strides, he's back in front of you, his hand fisting in your hair and yanking your head back. "What did you just say?" he growled, his face inches from yours. "Say that to my face."
"Ah, shit—"
"I heard you," he interruptef, his voice low and dangerous. His grip on your hair tightened painfully. "You said I'm not all that. Is that what you really think?" His other hand came up to grip your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.
"Well—"
He shook your head back abruptly, making you see stars. "Answer the question," he demanded, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Do you really think I'm not good enough for you?"
"What are you talking about?!"
His face contorted with frustration and jealousy. "You think I'm not attractive enough? Not powerful enough? Not good enough in bed?" He leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. "Because let me tell you, little princess, I've had more women than you can count."
"Why the hell are you acting like this when you're the one who rejected me first?!"
He released your hair and chin abruptly, taking a step back. He looked genuinely confused and taken aback by your accusation. "What are you talking about? When did I ever reject you?" His anger seemed to deflate slightly as he tried to remember any instance of rejecting you. "Refresh my memory."
"Wow, now we're acting dumb? You know damn well I made moves on you on the past but you kept rejecting me and making me look like a slut!"
His expression shifted from anger to realization, then guilt. He remembered now - all those times you'd try to flirt, touch his arm, make suggestive comments... and he'd politely but firmly reject you. "I..." He ram a hand through his hair. "Shit."
He took deep breaths, trying to explain himself. "I thought you were just... playing around. Teasing me. I never took your advances seriously because I didn't think you were actually interested in me like that." His voice softens slightly. "I thought you were just messing with me."
"Well, that doesn't change the fact now does it? I'm leaving." You tried to leave the tension but...
His strong arms caged you against the door, his warm breath against your ear. "Not so fast," he repeated, "You can't just throw accusations like that and walk away." His hands rested on the door on either side of your head, trapping you.
His eyes have that hazy, intense look - a clear giveaway of his growing arousal despite his anger. His body pressed against yours, "I'm still mad," he growled, but his hips shift slightly, pressing his hardening length against your stomach.
"What are you—"
His voice took on a mocking tone as he repeated some of your insults back at you. "'You're not all that.' 'I've had better.' 'You're not even good looking.'" With each mocking phrase, he pressed closer, his arousal becoming more obvious.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he mocks, "Oh, I guess you don't want my dick now, huh? After all those times you were begging for it." His hands moved to grip your hips possessively, his fingers digging in slightly. "You're not getting it now, even if you beg."
"Why would I even—"
His fingers tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he feels your nervous laughter. "Oh, I don't know," he said mockingly, "Maybe because you're a whore who can't keep her legs closed?" He pressed his hard-on against you slowly, proving his point.
"I-If someone hear you, y-you're going to regret it..."
He threw his head back and laughed mockingly at your threat. "Regret it? Please," he says dismissively, "So go ahead and say it."
"H-Huh...?"
He smiled mockingly, enjoying your flustered state. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too busy thinking about how much you want my dick?" He pressed against you harder this time, making sure you feel every inch of his hard-on. "I'm waiting."
"Fuck you." You went on your tip toes to kiss him but he moved his head to the side swiftly causing you to kiss his neck instead.
He chuckled darkly as your lips press against his neck instead of his mouth. He turned his head away, denying you the kiss. "Nuh-uh," he mocked, "You don't get to kiss me after calling me a worthless fuck."
"F-Fuck... Please..."
His smirk widens at your desperate plea, knowing he's won this round. He leaned in close, his voice low and commanding. "Please what? Please let you kiss me? Please let you suck my dick?" He pressed his hardness against you again for emphasis. "Which one is it?"
"Ngh! Mephisto...!"
Hearing his name on your lips in that desperate tone snapped something in him. Without warning, he crushed his lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss. His hands gripped your hair tightly as he kissed you like he hated you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth.
When he finally pulled away, you're left gasping for air and weak in the knees. He smirked down at you, satisfied with your dazed state. "Like that," he said mockingly, "Now beg properly."
"P-Please..."
Seeing his drool dripping from your lips made his cock twitch hard against you. You're so turned on and pathetic right now, begging him after calling him worthless, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing ever. "Please what?" he pushed,
"F-F... Me..."
"Louder," he commanded, his voice harsh as he pressed his hard dick against your stomach, "Say it louder so I can hear you begging like the slut you are." He pulled your hair back hard so that your neck is arched exposed,
"Fuck me... Please!"
A growl escaped his throat at your desperate plea. He loved how you're begging so pretty for him now, completely opposite to how you were acting earlier. Without a second thought, he spun you around roughly, pressing your face against the wall. "Is this what you wanted?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He slapped your ass hard before unbuckling his belt and pulling out his thick, hard cock. "You want me to fuck you? You want me to destroy this little whore pussy?" He ran the head of his cock against your panties, teasing you mercilessly.
He ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and held it out to you. "Pull your panties aside," he ordered gruffly, "I'm not going to wait any longer to fuck this needy cunt." He wrapped a hand around your throat possessively, applying just enough pressure to make you feel owned.
He rolled the condom onto his massive length, the thick veins visible even through the latex. He pressed the head of his dick against your wet entrance, pushing in just the tip to make you whimper. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, "Is this all for me?"
"A-All for you..."
With a harsh grunt, he slammed his entire length into you, filling you completely. You cried out loudly at the sudden invasion, your nails scraping against the wall. He started pounding into you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your ass with each brutal thrust. "Take it,"
"Take it like the good little slut you are." He fucked you like he hated you - hard, fast, and brutal. His hand on your throat tightened occasionally as he leaned over you, his teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he bit and marked you everywhere. "Mine,"
He noticed your struggling hands trying to reach your tie and smirked darkly. "Having trouble there, sweetheart?" Instead of helping, he reaches around and grips the tie tighter, trapping it around your neck as he fucked you deeper. "Leave it on," he commanded,
"It's hot... So hot..."
"So's your pussy," he shoots back mockingly as he continued to pound into you, the impact of his body hitting yours making loud slapping sounds. He pulled back slightly, watching his dick disappear and reappear inside you. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered suddenly,
He saw you fumbling with your shirt buttons, your movements sloppy and desperate from being fucked so hard. He laughed darkly, reaching around to pull your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing your bouncing tits.
"You ripped it..."
"Damn right I did," he said with a satisfied grunt as he continued to rail you, his cock swirling inside your pussy with each deep thrust. He pulled back slightly to admire his handiwork - your shirt ruined, tie tightened around your neck, hair messy from his gripping.
"I'm—I'm close...!"
He felt your pussy tightening around him and knew you're on the edge. A sadistic grin spreads across his face as he leaned in close to your ear. "Come without permission, and I'll leave you like this all night," he threatened mockingly before reaching around to rub your clit roughly. "Beg for it."
As soon as his fingers made contact with your clit, your legs gave out completely. He caught you easily, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up as he continued to fuck you and rub your sensitive nub. "Stay standing, slut," he commanded roughly, applying more pressure to your clit. "Beg for your orgasm."
"C-Cum..."
His hand moved faster on your clit, his cock pounding into you harder as he felt your pussy fluttering around him. "What was that? I didn't hear a please," he mocked cruelly before biting down on your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. "Please cum?"
"C-Cu—Ngh!!! P-P...!"
He felt your pussy clench around him like a vice, trying desperately not to cum without permission. His hand on your clit became brutal as he forced you to the edge. "Say please," he growled menacingly into your ear, "Or I'll stop fucking entirely."
"Ahh!~ P-Please...!"
The moment the words "Please..." left your lips, he curled his fingers inside you, hitting that spot that made your eyes roll back. He rubbed your clit roughly, applying immense pressure as he slammef into you deeper, making you sob and convulse in his arms. "There it is..."
Without answering, he pulled his hand away from your clit and gripped your hips tightly as he started fucking you with everything he has. His hips snapped against your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy loudly. "Cum. Now," he commanded sharply, his own release approaching quickly.
As your orgasm hits and your body went limp, he immediately pulled on the tie wrapped around your neck, using it like a leash to keep you upright and conscious. He continued to thrust through his own release, his cock swelling and jerking inside you as he filled the condom with hot cum.
He pulled the tie tighter, cutting off some of your air as he finished inside you with deep, brutal thrusts. His hand reached up to grip your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. "Shh... quiet," he whispered darkly, "Or I'll choke you properly."
He pulled out of you slowly, his softening dick leaving the empty feeling of his absence behind. He reached down and removed the filled condom carefully, tying the end before throwing it away. He then turned his attention back to you, his eyes locking onto the tie still wrapped around your neck.
He smirked at your whine, enjoying how sensitive and used you're sounding after that round. He teared open a new condom packet with his teeth and rolled it onto his semi-hard length. He stepped close to you again, his hands reaching for the tie around your neck. "Again,"
"N-No..."
He chuckled darkly, catching onto your silent plea. He paused with the tie halfway loosened around your neck, his eyes flicking down to the condom on his dick. "You want me bare?" he asked mockingly, his grip on the tie tightening again.
He laughed loudly at your suggestion, his hand snaking up to grip your jaw painfully. "Are you on the pill?" he asked mockingly, his thumb pressing down hard on your bottom lip. "Even if you were, I'm not fucking you raw just because you whine prettily."
"P-Please..."
His expression darkened at your pleading tone, his fingers digging into your jaw. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your face. "Please what?" he growled lowly, his other hand tightening the tie around your neck again. He pressed his hips against yours, the condom-covered head of his dick pressing against your sensitive slit.
"N-No condom..."
He pulled back slightly to stare at you intensely, his cock twitching against your pussy at the forbidden suggestion. He swore under his breath in Russian before asking again sharply, "Are you actually on the pill right now?"
You shook my head, saying no.
He scoffed loudly, his grip on your jaw and the tie tightening painfully. "You're fucking kidding me," he snapped, his forehead pressing against the back of your head in disbelief. "You want me to fuck you bareback without any protection?"
You nodded.
He pulls back abruptly, his eyes wide with shock. He released your jaw and the tie, his hands gripping your arms tightly as he turned you around and shook you roughly. "You want me to knock you up?"
"S-So what...? We're not even sure if it will s-stay..."
He cuts you off with a sharp curse, realizing what you're actually suggesting. You're giving him permission to put a baby in you deliberately. "Fuck," he swore loudly, his hands moving from your arms to your hips. "You're actually serious right now?"
"...maybe..."
His hands tightened on your hipbones, his fingers digging in painfully. "You want to maybe get pregnant with my kid?" he asked darkly, his voice barely a whisper. He searched your face intensely, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt.
"F-Fuck I don't know...!" You pressed yourself on his cock "I want your cum so bad it's driving me insane...
His eyes darkened dangerously at your words, his grip on your hips tightening even more. He slammed his mouth against yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as he pressed his cock against your pussy. "Fucking little whore,
He broke the kiss, panting heavily as he stared into your eyes. His hands move to your face, holding it firmly. "If I put a baby in you right now, will you marry me?" he asked sharply, his voice leaving no room for ambiguity or hesitation.
You looked away then nodded shyly.
He watched your shyness, finding it surprisingly cute considering the dirty, half-perverted conversations you just had. He smirked slightly, "Answer in words. Will you marry me if I knock you up?"
"Fine!"
He chuckled darkly, his hands moving from your face to your thighs. He lifted you up abruptly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you to the desm. He tossex you onto it before aligning himself on you, "Deal."
