Xavier wants you to take what you need
content: ovulation, morning sex, pussy job
You wake with your thighs rubbing together, seeking the friction that had eluded you in your hazy, heat-filled dreams. Buried under his soft sheets with your face in his pillow, you're surrounded by his warmth and familiar scent, whining and rolling your hips into the mattress.
Half-coherent and driven by need, you shift, flopping your head to the other side to view your boyfriend. Xavier's soft lips are parted slightly, deep, even breaths escaping him in his peaceful slumber.
"Xavier," you mumble, poking him, tugging at his loose, white t-shirt.
He hums, fingers gliding up to hold yours, but otherwise doesn't stir.
"Xavierrr," you whine, nudging his shoulder, then shaking him gently until he grunts, brows furrowing before his eyes slowly blink open.
"Mm?" Xavier hums in question, long lashes fluttering, blue eyes glazed over and softening when you're the first thing he sees. His jaw goes slack when he lets out a yawn, and you bite your lip, warm with affection at seeing him all sleepy and cute. His voice is deeper, thick when he asks you, "What is it?"
You try to stifle your grinding against the bed, but he pulls you close, going for those habitual early morning snuggles. You hiss when your throbbing core brushes against his knee, trying not to whimper or grind down onto it.
But he senses your restlessness, gaze honing in on the not so subtle movements of your hips, your little jolts under the sheets. Xavier tilts his head, bangs falling across his eyes as he smirks into the pillow.
In one swift movement, he hooks his hand under your knee, tugging your leg over his thigh. You can feel the muscles of it flex through his thin sleep shorts, pressing up against you to silently encourage you to grind against it.
You fall into his offer easily, burying your face into his neck. His skin is so warm, so soft, begging to be sucked and marked.
Mouthing at it mindlessly, you moan his name, teeth grazing along his slow and steady pulse. A content sound rumbles from his broad chest, where your breasts nearly spill out of your rumpled tank top to push against it.
Then he mumbles, grabbing at his phone on the bedside table.
"What—" You suck in a breath, moaning as you rotate your hips, finding a spot in your dry humping that sends pleasure sparking straight from your clit to your core. "What are you doing?"
"Checking," Xavier says unhelpfully, squinting against the brightness of his phone screen in the dim light of his bedroom.
"Checking what?"
His voice is melodic, content when he replies, "You’re ovulating."
You huff, pulling back from his spit-slicked, love-bitten neck to see him smiling at you in satisfaction.
Your hand finds his chin, squishing his cheeks.
"Cocky," you accuse breathlessly, your grip landing on his shoulder to leverage yourself over him.
You straddle his strong thigh, head tossed back as you grind up and down, bouncing on it. Following that build of hot tension coiling in your gut, your own thighs squeezing and shaking around his.
Xavier hums, hungrily eyeing the peek down your disheveled tank top to your bouncing breasts. Your nipples are hard, clearly visible and tempting, and he licks his lips.
Lost in your pleasure, you miss the wicked spark of mischief in his eyes before he closes them, leaning his head back against the pillow.
"I’m sleepy."
You freeze in your eager movements, mouth agape.
"Really, Xav?" you whine, hips wiggling against him before you force yourself to still.
You wouldn't be mad if he was too tired to deal with it right now. But being this horny and wet and nearly out of your mind with it, you'd have to find some other way to cum.
Did you leave your vibrator in his drawer? He wouldn't mind if you pulled it out, right?
You're about to ask when his slender fingers brush against your pelvis, finding where your shirt had ridden up. His calluses graze along the trim of your panties, and your muscles jump in sensitivity, before he moves to shift his own shirt up.
The fabric settles around his soft tummy, and he strokes those long fingers across his smooth skin, down the trail of silver hair that disappears beneath his sleep shorts. He tugs the waistband down, revealing the gray band of his briefs, and just a hint of the mouth-watering, heavy bulge straining against the tight fabric.
"Feel free to use me as you please, angel," Xavier murmurs, blue eyes dark and fixed on you through heavy lids.
You inhale sharply, staring at him wide-eyed.
"Really?" Your fingers brush against the gray band, and you tug down his sleep shorts more to see his growing erection. "You're sure?"
Xavier nods his consent, watching you lazily, his hand curling around the back of your thigh. His fingertips dig into your plush skin, stroking higher to find where your slick had soaked through your panties, dampening your inner thighs.
He tugs you forward, encouraging you to sit yourself on where he hangs, hot and heavy between his legs. You moan at the shock of pleasure, even with the thin layers of fabric still between you.
"Yes," Xavier moans his assurance, his eyes locked onto yours. "Take what you need from me. I wanna watch you."
At his encouragement, you hook your thumbs into his briefs, pulling them down with his shorts until you finally see him, thick and throbbing, waiting for you. You drag your finger along the pulsating vein on the underside of his cock and watch him twitch, your pussy fluttering in anticipation.
You stroke him slowly, palm slick with your own spit, just admiring how ruddy his tip gets before it begins to leak precum. Your thumb circles it, dipping into his hole to watch it stick to your skin when you pull back.
His breaths are slow and even, but his hips roll gently into your grasp, his languid gaze not lifting from you for a second.
"Don't you want it?" he teases you, his slickened cock thrusting up once through your fingers, and you shiver. "It's all for you. Take it."
You hear the soft intake of his breath, matching your own gasp when you finally tug your ruined panties to the side to brush your drenched cunt against him.
Your hips roll, trapping his length between his abdomen and your pussy, encompassing him in the glide along your wet lips, languid and unhurried in the early morning light.
"There you go," Xavier breathes, his thumb rubbing along your inner thigh. "What a pretty sight. Just for me," the last part is mumbled to himself, and you bite your lip to stifle a whine.
Your breathing grows heavy, head falling back between your shoulders, vision unfocused on the star-shaped fairy lights that hang from the corner of his ceiling while you grind along his cock. You gasp each time his head notches on your entrance, trying to eagerly suck him in with each pass, and moan when he slips back out to rub against your aching clit.
When you turn your attention back to Xavier, his arm is stretched out beside his head, fingers twitching. His Adam's apple bobs, the hickeys you just left littering the side of his neck as he watches you with half-lidded eyes, fluffy hair fanned out against his pillow. Not caring about his own pleasure, just enjoying seeing you take yours.
"You're so pretty," you whisper, watching how his eyelashes flutter, his brows pinching with a quiet moan at your praise. "You know that, right? So, so pretty."
You glance down, watching each time his reddened tip reappears from under your grinding, slicker with each pass.
"Such a pretty cock, too," you praise, and you feel him twitch at your words, throbbing within your folds. "Mine."
His face is flushed when you look back up at him, aroused and bashful in equal measures.
"Yours," he breathes, and you feel yourself start to fall apart.
Your hips quicken, jerking back and forth rapidly, that cord of pleasure tightening in your core, at the base of your spine.
Honestly, you could come like this, and the longer you watch him, utterly relaxed and drinking in the sight of you, the more you want to.
You grip his cock, moaning when he grunts, and tap his drenched tip against your clit, hips jolting with the pleasure that shoots through you.
"F-fuck," you gasp.
Thighs trembling, you rub yourself against the head of his cock, using him to get yourself off. You buck against the stimulation when his leaking hole catches against your clit, circling it.
"Wanna watch you cum right on my clit." Louder moans escape you as you feel that pleasure sparking, brightening, about to consume you. "I wanna see it, Xavier, please. Please?"
You look up at him through your lashes, completely debauched and so close to your orgasm, desperate for it, and Xavier breaks.
His eyes go wide and glazed over; broken, stuttered moans and gasps escaping where he'd been biting his own lip when he cums.
You whine, watching each load flood, hot and slick against your clit. It drips down where your hand grips him, still rubbing his tip against yourself as his cum shoots from it, and you cry out, short and sharp, when you cum right after him.
The orgasm blooms from your center, warming you with each wave, leaving him drenched, from his happy trail up to his abdomen. As the peak begins to ebb, you try and catch yourself on your arm, but your limbs give out, and you collapse onto his chest as he pants for breath.
Xavier's arms wrap around you instantly, gathering you close, and you curl into him, hips still twitching from the strength of your orgasm.
He presses soft kisses into your hair, and down your face. His thumb finds your chin, and he tilts your head back, meeting your lips in a long, content kiss.
"Feel better?" he asks, warm breath caressing your lips.
You burrow into him with a happy hum. "Much better."
"Mm, good." Xavier's fingers rub soothing circles into your inner thigh before dragging up through your folds, collecting the strings of cum before pushing them into your neglected hole.
You moan from the overstimulation, holding onto him tighter as he slowly scissors them, pumping in and out.
He sounds utterly serene when he kisses your forehead, but you hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "Now we have the rest of the day to make sure you don't waste another drop."
Thinking about being a rich, sexy vampire lady's blood bag.
Laying on her lush canopy bed as she feeds from you, the high quality duvet being gripped between your fingers.
The smell of her expensive perfume with just a tinge of iron.
Her perfectly manicured nails trailing up the other side of your neck and idly playing with your hair.
Gazing dazedly at the way your blood mixes with her red lipstick when she pulls away.
A little light headed, you lean forward, eyes trained on her lips that turn up just a little at the action.
Licking her lips, she meets your pleading gaze with light condescension.
"You want my lips?"
You automatically nod your head and she pushes you down onto her plush white blanket and crawls up your body until she hovers right over your face. She lifts her skirts to show you her perfect pussy.
thinking abt caleb losing a lot of weight post-explosion but then reuniting with mc and as their relationship develops he gains it back and then some...
Somehow, through many heavy favours called on, you had gotten old footage of Price when he had first joined the SAS. A young man in his mid twenties, no beard, running drills with his fellow rookies. It's absolutely delicious. So of course you have to share it.
Sitting sideways in Kyle's lap. One hand shakily holding your phone as the video played. The other two fingers knuckle deep in your cunt. Curling with a slick noise every time John smiled at the camera. All out of breath and sweaty. Kyle had an arm around your waist tight, keeping you close while he stroked his own cock. Both of you getting off together watching the old video.
"Fuck he's so hot..."
Kyle only moaned in response. Squeezing his cock from base to tip, spreading precum down his length with each stroke. Picturing getting manhandled by this younger, fitter version of his favourite captain.
On the video John doubled over panting after a sprint. A bright grin on his face. Laughing with someone off screen. When he stood he tugged off his shirt to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. He looked incredible. Missing the layer of fat that you loved to sink your teeth into. Just lean muscle and raw power. You adored John now, wouldn't give him up for the world. But what you would give for just one night under this man shown before you.
Kyle cursed softly at the sight. Nearly bucking you off his lap as he fucked into his fist. Moans loud as he came. Thick spurts of cum coating his hand, thighs, and your phone. You gasped in dismay as little John was covered.
"Kyle! You ass! Clean it!"
With a pout you shoved your phone in his face. Making him clean the mess he had made. Biting down on your lower lip while you watched him lick cum off the low resolution image of a shirtless, younger John Price. And when Gaz's fingers found your clit your own orgasm washed over you. Thighs shaking, you forced your eyes to stay open. Desperately wanting to keep the memory of this forever.
You both sat there panting. Wrapped up in each other and basking in the afterglow of your climaxes. Once your body had stopped spasming you grinned. Reaching over to where Kyle's phone was propped up on a pillow.
"You sure he'll like it? What if he thinks it's weird." Kyle mumbled against your shoulder. Squeezing you tighter as you opened up his text chat with John.
"I'm very sure. He'll love it." You turned your head to kiss his cheek as you pressed send on the video you had recorded.
Levi's face was a crimson red as you straddled his thigh, staring at him through your eyelashes. You wore only an oversized shirt and underwear. His grip was firm and sturdy against your hips. There was no way he was letting you go anywhere for the next three hours at least. A lock of his hair twirled between your fingers mindlessly. He admired you patiently, awaiting your next order.
You grasped his chin in your hand, watching the scales on his cheeks glisten in the light as you turned his head from side to side.
"Now, where should I kiss you? There are so many places..."
"Anywhere," He replied breathlessly, "Do whatever you want to me. I can handle it..."
You bit down on the inside of your cheek as Levi gently pulled your hand away from his hair to place a kiss on your palm. He stared up at you with pleading eyes, anticipation radiating from his body. The look you gave him caused him to place another feather-light kiss on the inside of your wrist. Your heart skipped a beat at the pure devotion in his eyes.
Your body leaned forward to kiss him, but you halted, “…Ah. I still have some lip gloss on, don’t I? You probably want me to wipe it off-”
“N-no!” He squeaked, lifting his leg slightly to keep you perched there. A surprised gasp escaped your lips, “K-keep it on. Please. I don’t care. Just st-stay here.”
A devious smile played on your features, “You want me to mark you, huh? It’s gonna feel sticky after a while.”
Levi let go of your hips, trailing his hands down your thighs, “That’s never stopped me before.”
A laugh of delight lit your face up. Mind made up, you leaned in again to capture his lips in a heated kiss. Levi couldn't help but sneak his hands under your shirt to grip your waist. He would die before taking his hands off your body.
You pulled away from the kiss to place more on his cheeks. Leviathan whimpered weakly, chest visibly rising and falling. Your head dipped down to his neck to continue, lip gloss quickly running out. A final nip to his collarbone made him gasp.
"I-I'm going to get carried away if you keep that up!"
You giggled sweetly, "That's the point, my love. You can touch me."
He squeezed your waist harder, "Like...Like more than I already am?"
Levi thought he ascended back to the Celestial Realm when you nodded. He still asked for your permission every time, no matter the fact that he had memorized every inch of your body. Hesitation was obvious on his face as he decided what to do with the green light.
You adjusted yourself on his leg, lightly whining at the friction. A lightbulb went off in Levi's head as he moved his hands back to your hips. With a firm grasp on them, he began to slowly grind you against him.
Your boyfriend watched you in awe as your expression twisted into one of pleasure. You laid a hand on his chest to steady yourself, "Mmmh, Levi. Just like that, baby..."
Levi's mind crashed at the way you said his name. He didn't know it was even possible to be this hard. The restriction of his pants was starting to hurt, and you took notice. Your free hand trailed down his stomach, dancing over the bulge in his pants.
"Pl-please, MC."
You couldn't help but smirk, "Please what?"
He mewled, moving your hips with more intent, "Please...please touch me."
A hum of satisfaction left your lips. You unzipped his pants, pushing them down just enough to have access to his cock. You barely brushed your fingers over the fabric of his underwear when he moaned desperately.
Your face grew hot at the lewd sounds coming from the Avatar of Envy. You'd barely touched him, and he was halfway to his climax. It would be a lie if you said you weren't, either.
"I might just cum from the sounds you're making alone," You half-joked, brushing your thumb over his leaking tip through the fabric. Another idea popped into the demon's head.
Levi effortlessly lifted you up and settled you right on top of his clothed cock. He didn't need to move your hips this time, as you started rutting on him the moment he placed you down.
Fangs left an indent on Levi's lip as he clamped down on the skin. You looked so stunning, sitting on his lap and incoherently moaning his name. His hands slipped under your shirt again, rubbing the sides of your waist.
"Do you- haaah- l-like that, MC?" He whispered, trying not to let his moans interrupt his speaking. It failed.
You nodded helplessly, squeezing your eyes shut, "You feel so good, Leviathan. Just a little more."
He shook his head, although you couldn't see it, "Use me all you want. If it'll get you off, do it. I'll never get enough of you."
You peered at his blushing face, eyes narrowed and swirling with lust. It nearly sent you over the edge. Levi bucked his hips up when you made eye contact, drawing a moan from both of you. His brows knitted together as he tilted his head back; you knew he was going to cum any moment. You squeezed your legs tighter around him in encouragement.
"Aaah...F-Fuck, MC!" Levi whined, reaching his climax right then and there. Both his and your underwear were a sticky mess, but that didn't stop you from continuing to grind on him. He squirmed in overstimulation, and you just smiled at him.
"You said to use you all I want. You can handle it, right? I'm not done yet."
Levi's lips parted in a wordless display of submission. He didn't even know if air was reaching his lungs. Your upper body was pulled forward as Levi buried his head in your chest, whimpering into your skin and squeezing you flush against him.
content - brief allusions of dad bods, explicit, what the jjk men receive on their birthday + what they give on yours, restraining, foodplay, teasing, submissive men yum, worship, exhibitionism, double penetration, roleplay, spanking, slight cuck!Nanami, somnophilia(?), it's all consensual I promise
an - for @chosos-lesbo ^^ had no idea how to incorporate dad bods into this properly so they're briefly mentioned here and there <3
Not proofread ALSO DON'T PUT FOOD NEAR YOUR PRIVATE AREAS THANKS
ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru
recieves
LAP DANCE LAP DANCE LAP DANCE (+ strip tease hehe). You’re moving so, so sensually, flashing the skimpy lace that just happens to be the same colour as your man's eyes. Satoru’s got one hand palming his fattening length (like a real perv), a lazy but appreciative look in his eyes as you’re planting. It’s not long before he’s sprawled out so nicely for you, your hands on his heavyset thighs (which you swear have recently grown thicker). Satoru can feel you kissing down his chest, and your fingers gently raking through his happy trail (which you begged him not to remove), until you’re finally engulfing his cock into your mouth.
Alternatively, you’re bent over in bed. You can feel your face burning as he takes in the sight of your ass covered in frosting and sprinkles, and a candle nestled in your puckered hole (the thought makes me wince but I’m referencing a specific video with this and just had to include it)
gives
HE’S the one covered in whipped cream, strawberries, sprinkles. There’s a big FAT arrow drawn on his pubic bone, leading down to his cock. He contemplated sticking a candle in his pp hole I don’t think Satoru’s into sounding. There's also a cute pink bow tied around his dick, straining because of how fat his length is. It's stained with precum, the fabric dark and tempting you to unwrap him.
Satoru also makes you sit on his length when it's time to open gifts. I don't know why but it's so him. It starts off with you cockwarming him, your pussy occasionally clenching as you eye the various trinkets. In Satoru's eyes, the actual gift is the way his softening hips are rolling up into you the more presents you unwrap.
ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru
receives
You're oiling him up. Full body massage with scented oils and your increasingly nude body on top of his. The feeling of your smaller hands gliding so lewdly all over his glistening body has him sporting an erection. He's noticed an increase in your sex drive due to the fact there's an added weight to his body. It's delicious when Suguru can both manhandle you the way he wants but also grows red with effort due to the fact that he's no longer as lithe as he used to be. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
gives
Dare I say both a collar and a leash. Suguru's always known how much you crave being on top. His idea of the perfect gift (outside of the various pieces of expensive jewellery and clothing) is giving up his control and offering his entire self for you to use on your special day. Suguru could easily push you away, even if the muscles in his body are softening the more time that passes. But he doesn't. He insists you pull at the rope attached to his collar and tug as you ride his face/cock.
I'd also pair this with a shrine/bed setup (?) that he made all by himself. It's a pretty thing, low lighting and candles, flowers and portraits of you set up in an organised manner around your shared bed. You're the centrepiece, the star of the show as he worships your entire body.
ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen
receives
Unlike Suguru who offers himself to you, you're the one offering yourself to your king. Sukuna's incredibly greedy, which has become incredibly obvious after the years of indulging in you. He's still massive, believe me. But those hulking muscles have both melted and increased in size. For your husband's birthday, you've given him a feast off of your own body. There's sticky honey drizzled all over your tits, which he greedily laps up. There's the finest wine bottled up beside you, which Sukuna happily pours all over your cunt before eating you out like a starved beast of a man.
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He fucks you on his throne. You're the only one allowed on there (apart from him, of course). If you want privacy, Sukuna will adhere to your request. If you want an audience, he's even happier to spread you out before them. You're locked in full nelson as the 'pests' below you keep their head down, taking in the sounds of your husbands twin cocks plapping away all snug and deep.
Double penetration was another request you had for your birthday. It meant your husband would spend more time prepping you, eating you out and burying his thick fingers knuckle-deep inside of you (in both holes) before stuffing you full.
ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento
recieves
Some good old roleplay, where you pretend to be his perverted assistant. You suck him off under the table in the privacy of his home office, slick noises and garbled mewls leaving your lips which were stretched around his length. You swear it's grown fatter since he became so preoccupied with work and your growing family. You slide onto his thigh also, lips inseparable as you feverishly try getting yourself off on his thigh. It's Nanami's birthday, not yours, so he's quick to correct your selfish behaviour with a belt wrapped around his heavy fist.
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An identical toy, completely resembling his cock. Nanami doesn't like it when you feel lonely whilst he's away. You've got complete freedom on your birthday to give your husband a show and play with the dildo. Yeah, it's not as good as the real thing, but this is how Nanami satiates the slight fantasy he has of seeing you pleasure yourself on something that wasn't him. It gives him a sense of superiority knowing that you could only truly feel good with only him.
ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro
receives
A raunchy video. You've compiled all of your recorded encounters with Toji and sprinkled in some sessions where you're alone and needy without him. It'd be a waste not to watch it with him, so you do just that with both of you mutually touching each other. He's got one burly hand sliding not-so-discreetly into your underwear, whilst one of yours palms him through his boxers. Naturally, Toji suggests you recreate it. He's the birthday boy, after all, and you'd be a fool to deny the man who's been drunk off baby fever the chance to be called daddy.
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Wakes you up with his mouth. You said once that you wouldn't mind being woken up with a tongue flicking against your clit. Toji hadn't been able to rid himself of the thought and your birthday was the perfect opportunity to give his birthday girl exactly what she wanted. With two strong arms holding your thighs open, Toji's lapping feverishly and sucking your aching clit into his mouth. When you eventually awake and lift the blanket, you're met by the sight of your husband's cheeks hollowed, eyes so blatantly lidded as he grows more pussydrunk by the second.
Omorashi, desperation, piss kink, piss drinking, relief denial, forced pissing, public sex (no one sees them)
You slurp the last of your coffee, obnoxiously letting the noise linger because it makes Kyle's eye twitch.
He grimaces, and you giggle into your cup. You've got a full day planned, a street market in the morning and taking the big linens to the laundromat in the afternoon, maybe grab dinner while out, and you're loading up on caffeine to prepare. But when you stand up to put your empty cup in the sink, and mention needing to stop in the bathroom before heading out, Kyle makes a funny noise, and wraps his arms around your waist, chest pressed to your back.
He mumbles something, and you stroke his arm. "Baby, what? Is something wrong?"
His head tilts a little. "....maybe you can try...holding it..?" Your brow wrinkles. Holding- your pee? Kyle mouths at the side of your neck. "Just been thinking a lot about your, uh, accident in the car. About how hot it was, seeing you all squirming around." He slips his hand up over your breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb, just enough to make you aware of the sensitive skin.
Oh. You feel the little clench of your pussy at the memory of how turned on Kyle was, the way he spurted come over your lap while you sat there, soaked and shaking. And you're not going to be at home where there's a toilet down the hall.
You turn and kiss him, feeling his dick against your belly, where the pressure in your bladder is just going to grow.
"Yeah, alright. I can do that."
You'd been fine at first, leisurely ambling through the market, stopping for some stalls and taking photos of things you might want to come back for. Kyle's close to you, a hand always in yours or arm around your waist, but he hasn't brought up anything about what he'd said before. He doesn't need to though, when you're drinking long gulps of water, the bottle sloshing, and every sip you're locking your eyes to his and seeing the way he gets more intense. You've had to push his hands away more than once when he got a little too affectionate in the middle of the crowd, and it adds to the ache in your bladder, all the more noticable for how new this is, uncharted territory, the taboo turning you on as much as Kyle sneaking hot kisses behind the honey stall.
You're doing well, nuzzling into him for cuddles and otherwise just enjoying yourself, a fun morning out with shopping and local vendors, buying snacks and cute things you might use for Christmas gifts, and you can almost forget about the fact that you never used the bathroom earlier.
But then you turn a corner and see the big fountain going, water burbling, and a sudden sharp pang in your belly makes you stop in your tracks, hunching a little. "Nnnng," you whine, and Kyle bites his lip.
"Feeling okay?" He asks, and you cling to his arm. You're hyper-aware now of your bladder and that you need to pee, and that the more you think about it, the worse it gets- and the more your pussy starts to heat up, the clenching of your muscles to hold it in the same pulsing squeeze you feel when you need Kyle's cock or fingers or tongue. It's a feedback loop you don't want to stop.
"Yeah! Yeah, fine," you gasp, and force yourself to straighten up. It's only been a few hours. "No problem." There's a quivery shiver down your belly, right on your clit. Fuck, you shouldn't be this turned on in public. But Kyle's got his arm around you and his hand just pressing against your belly, just a little, and you know if he slid his hand any lower he'd be able to graze his fingers between your thighs. He's hard too, dick pressing against your hip, hidden from view.
"Take another drink," he murmurs, and you gulp the water, hand shaking a little as it splashes. "Fuck, baby. Feeling full?"
"Getting there," you gasp, and shove a shopping bag into his arms for him to hide his erection behind. "Done shopping! Laundry time?" That'll help, nice and soothing, easy.
-
It's so much worse.
Laundry means stopping at home to trade the bags of market goods out for the big linens, the toilet beckoning you down the hallway. Kyle sees you looking at it, a little squirm in your hips, and immediately crowds you to the wall, making you kneel.
He braces his feet between your thighs, keeping them open, and gets his cock out, the tip wet, feeding it between your lips before he pins your hands to the wall. You moan up at him, licking eagerly, happy for the distraction from your bladder, but as he grinds his cock over your tongue you realize the position means you can't squeeze your thighs together or grasp at your pussy when a spasm rolls through your belly again.
You gasp, choking, a desperate whine coming up your throat around Kyle's cock as your hips jump. You need to pee, but it feels so good, your pussy just as needy and so slick already. Kyle sees it, how you're twitching and trying to twist your hips, and comes suddenly into your mouth. You suck at it, milking it all out, and realize with a burst of heat through your veins that it's another drink to add to your bladder.
He doesn't back off, letting his cock sit on your tongue, and you blink up at him, confused, before it hits you. Oh god, he's not done with you- and your pussy drools into your panties, clit throbbing, as his piss fills your mouth, gulping greedily at it. It's salty and warm and not bad, but not good, not something you're used to- another reminder of what you're drinking and how it's just all going to make you even more flushed and squirmy and needy. You choke a little on the last spurts, piss dribbling out of your mouth, and the little splash of it on the floor makes your bladder cramp so tight tears fill your eyes.
Kyle pulls out of your mouth and lets go, and you shove a hand immediately between your thighs, squeezing, whimpering at both the need to pee and the pressure on your clit. It hurts but it's also so fucking hot, kneeling with your legs open and Kyle's come on your tongue, his piss in your belly, feeling a shivery little pulse through your clit as you tense and moan, trying to push through the spasm. You hump your palm, whimpering, and let your head fall against Kyle's thighs when it eases, panties damp but only with slick. He smooths his hands through your hair, rubbing the back of your skull.
"Jesus fuck," you pant, and nuzzle against his soft cock. "Okay. Definitely learning a few things about myself." You giggle a little hysterically. Kyle joins you, and helps you stand.
He leans in and kisses your mouth, forcing his tongue inside when you purse your lips, knowing what you taste like. "Tell me about it," he mumbles, his cheeks hot with a blush. "Been jerking off to you peeing yourself for fucking ages. Apparently knowing you're all full and desperate does things to me," and he presses his hand down across your belly, feeling where the soft muscle and fat is oh so slightly distended. You moan, legs shaking, and Kyle licks back into your mouth and gives you another little press. "Can I do something else?"
You bite his lower lip. "Baby, you just pissed down my throat and I'm about to pee my own pants. What's left?"
-
The padlock clicks into place on your belt, and you pant through the spasm. Belt pulled tight over your belly, pushing in hard across your bladder, and now Kyle has the key- so even if you had a toilet, you couldn't go until he unlocked you.
You think briefly of a chastity belt with a similar lock, crawling after Kyle to beg for an orgasm, and bite hard onto Kyle's shoulder to stifle yourself. Your bladder hurts. Your pussy is so wet you can feel it. He groans, gropes your ass, and you flinch when a couple fingers push up between your thighs, rubbing in hard. It's good, tight pressure where you need it, but every inch closer to coming makes it harder to hold your pee-
"Fuck, Kyle, I can't- I can't make it to the laundry. I can't, I'm gonna- oh fuck-" Kyle backs off, and you grit your teeth, bouncing in place as your body cramps and squeezes and pulses with heat. You can't tell if you were about to come or piss yourself.
You get a toe-curling kiss that makes you squeak, you palm placed over the cock firming up again. "You can do it, baby. I'll handle the bags," he murmurs, "you go wait in the car. Be good," and you get a slap to your ass that makes you yelp.
Waiting is worse, squirming on the seat and remembering what happened the last time you needed to pee- how it felt to let go and it all rushing out, the simple body relief of pissing- how hot your pussy is, how wet, you could be leaking right now and wouldn't be able to feel the difference. Kyle gets in and stares at you, his eyes dark and hot, and you pant back at him in a sort of haze, needy, humping your hand squeezed between your thighs both to keep your pee inside and to make your pussy slicker, feel the desire grow.
Kyle holds your hand while he drives, his fingers shaking just a little as well, his dick hard in his jeans. You want to put your mouth on it and get another drink, you're thirsty, and when you whisper it into his ear he swears and pushes harder on the gas.
The laundry is empty, a small mercy, and you hop from foot to foot on the tiles. Your hips can't stop squirming, moving back and forth in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure on your bladder, and you have to stop and moan and shake again, harder, when you bend over and the belt digs into your flesh. The pressure is sharper now, more painful, and Kyle loads the machines while you gasp and try to breathe.
He beckons you over, and you drag in a deep breath or three. You can do it. You're a big girl, you can hold your fucking pee, and then you step up by Kyle and see that he's just turned on the wash, and there's a thick stream of water flowing down into the drum.
Your thighs lock together, and you clutch at the edge of the machine, groaning. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, no, nooo you can't, you can't, the belt is too tight and you need to pee so bad, fuck, fuck!
"No no no," you chant, and Kyle shoves his cock against your ass, grinding, "no, nonono, please, gonna- Kyle it's gonna come out!" He swears, and you wriggle desperately against him, trying to push hard enough against your pussy to hold it in, something, anything-
A spurt of piss floods your panties, and you shriek, every muscle locking down tight. Ok, you're okay, you stopped it- but your panties are so slick and wet, warmer now, and your clit throbs against the clinging fabric. You need to let go and pee but you feel amazing, head spinning, shame and lust curdling together in your belly. You don't want to give in but it hurts, you need to pee so bad, and the machine is still pouring water right in front of your face, splashing, surely you could just- just let a little more out-
You pant and shove back from the machine, shaking hard, Kyle's dick grinding against your ass. Your legs are shaking, whole body vibrating, and then Kyle is fumbling at his pockets, urging you to stumble back further into the laundry, away from the door and windows.
You find a little blind corner, and moan as Kyle unlocks your belt. Just the leather strip coming loose feels amazing, and when he pops open the button and tugs your jeans down, you moan loud enough that he shoves the belt between your teeth. There's a visible curve to your belly, skin tight over it, all the piss you're holding in heaving inside you with every desperate jolt of your hips. Fuck, it's so good but so much worse, the motion of clothes rolling down your thighs too much like going to the toilet, like being able to sit down and piss; your left leg starts to bounce hard as cool air hits your clit.
Kyle kneels in front of you, his cock thick and hard, licking his lips as your pussy drools for him. You see the wet splotch on your panties, and bite hard on the belt when your bladder spasms, a cramp tugging at your muscles. Your thighs try to close and Kyle keeps them open, leaning in to take a long, indulgent sniff of the soaked fabric, licking up your thigh. Your pussy squeezes a creamy drop of slick out, and his tongue flicks oh so lightly across your clit-
Oh fuck, fuck, you can't stop it, and another dribble of piss leaks out, another spasming cramp in your bladder making you shudder, clutching at Kyle's shoulders. You can't do it, you need a toilet, you can't- you can't piss here- he licks it up eagerly, moaning, slurping over your pussy and tonguing just a little at your hole, where the pale drops are collecting, so ready to come out.
You'd drank Kyle's piss earlier but the thought of letting go into his mouth feels impossible. You need a toilet. You need it, need it, need to pee so bad, and Kyle stands and spins you pressed up against the wall. His cock is hot against your bare ass, and your eyes roll when he palms your belly, cupping the bulge of your poor bladder.
"So fucking sexy," he moans, and sucks at your throat. His fingers massage your bladder, feeling the shape of it, the way it sits hard and stretched out inside you. Every movement makes you see stars. "Watching you get so squirmy, you need it so bad, don't you baby. Want to let it out? Piss all over yourself?" You whimper. You do, you need to pee. Your jeans and panties are crumpled down around your ankles. You're standing with your ass out in a public laundry and your boyfriend's cock is nudging at the soaked hole of your pussy.
Your back arches, letting him in, and Kyle moans with you as he sinks inside. Thick and hard, and for a moment it's blissful relief, the pressure of his cock inside holding your pee in, closing your urethra, until your eyes fly open in panic as he starts to thrust.
Each drag out tugs at your slick pussy, lighting up the nerves, tingling through your clit, and then the rush as he fucks back inside- the head of his cock rolls over your bladder from the inside- Kyle pants, squeezing your belly, and another spurt of piss comes out as you wail. "So tight," he gasps, "I can fucking feel it- baby, you're so full, come on and let it go, let me feel it," but you can't, you can't let go. You can't do it.
You're so close to pissing and coming that all the sensations roll together. Your pussy is sopping wet. Kyle grunts, his balls slapping your clit, and lifts your thigh up, giving himself more room to pound your bladder with his cock-
Your hands clutch at the wall, unable to stop it, off balance and desperate-
Your bladder clenches, straining, and you feel the physical pop as your urethra gives out and relaxes, Kyle dropping his hand from your belly to your clit where he rubs the little wet nub hard and fast-
Piss sprays out of you like a fountain as you come, eyes rolling, moaning and jerking. Every clench of your pussy makes the stream stop, every wave of relief makes it start again. Kyle's groaning, slamming hard into you, the movement of his cock forcing piss from your hole. You can't breathe, just lost in it, body shuddering as your pee splashes on the dirty floor, soaking into your jeans and panties.
Kyle bends you in half, hips slamming harder and faster, and the piss runs down your thighs. It's hot and wet, and as the smell rises into your nose your clit throbs again, pulsing under Kyle's fingers, orgasm slamming into you- you just pissed yourself coming, on Kyle's cock, legs spread where anyone could see you. Another spurt of pee squirts out, dripping down your clit, and Kyle groans and comes, clutching at you, shoving his wet fingers into your mouth.
You suck at them in a haze, body floating on relief, little dribbles still coming out of your hole as he slows. Your abdomen feels too light, empty, without the heavy liquid filling you up, and your head spins. Fuck, it felt so good, your legs are still shaking. Kyle is crooning soft praise into your ear, gently stroking over your clit and pussy, feeling all the soft flesh dripping wet. His thumb rubs your piss hole, making you flinch back, his cock popping out as your pussy clenches. He sucks his thumb clean, licking at it eagerly, his now-clean fingers leaving your mouth to instead urges you back against the wall, naked from your waist down, soaked in piss and come.
You pant, trying to catch your breath, as Kyle crowds you, covering your body with his, the heat and weight of him soothing as your body comes down. Your face is buried in his shoulder, both for the pressure and to give you a breath that doesn't smell like pee. Fuck, you made such a mess. Your thighs are soaked, there's a puddle on the floor and your clothes are ruined, it felt so good, all day, doing something for Kyle that turned him on, made him go wild- feeling the pressure grow until you couldn't stop it at all, whole body bursting open in relief.
You want to do it again, hold it all day and then explode as Kyle fucks it out of you- let him fill your stomach and then drink it all back out between your legs, let him play with your clit while your thighs are held apart and piss spurts out, sit on the floor in the shower and just suckle at his cock, from soft to hard and back again, finding the floaty headspace you've been discovering more and more lately as Kyle cradles and croons and reminds you how much he loves you, every piece.
He's doing it right now, soft and warm into your ear, still keeping you hidden against the wall so you aren't exposed. The sodden mess of your pants clings to your ankles, cooling, and you turn your face up for kisses as you settle back into yourself. Kyle never turns you down- you indulge in his mouth, slow and easy, arms looping around his neck to pull him in closer, his soft cock rubbing against your belly where his pants are still open.
"...we need to clean up," you murmur finally, and Kyle hums agreement. He's moving as slow as you are, as satisfied and fucked out, his eyes dark and shining when he looks at you. More kisses, and you can't hold back the giggles that start bursting out of you, especially when Kyle rubs his cheek against yours like a cat.
Your clothes are a lost cause, and you end up sitting on the folding table next to the washers, lower half wrapped in a towel, as Kyle restarts the machine with your dirty things added. Of course neither of you thought to bring anything clean- and you hide your face against Kyle when another customer comes in, giving the pair of you odd looks. At least there's no mess left- another towel had been sacrificed into the puddle before being put back into the wash. Small mercies.
Your head pressed against him, Kyle drops kisses in your hair, soft little murmurs reaching your ears, "thank you," and "you're so gorgeous," and "I love you so, so much, so fucking much."
ᨓ 。Laying Zhongli's infertile eggs as practice. (Inspired)
Zhongli leaned over you, eyes lidded as he gazed down at your pained face, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead, "Breathe, my heart." He says gently, moving your hair out of your face.
"C-Can't 'Li.." You whine, fingers clenching tighter around his bicep, as you feel the peak of the hard egg emerge out of your dripping pussy.
“You’re alright,” Zhongli insists, rubbing the back of your head, “You’re doing so well, just a bit more..” He coos, his free hand sliding down your stomach to hold rub your clit gently.
“Mmh—!” You bite back a pained moan, “Please get it out, ‘Li..” You beg, the egg stretching you out like crazy, possibly even more than his cock did.
"Just push, sweet thing." He responds to your pleas, and that you did.
You pushed and pushed, clinging onto Zhongli even tighter, leaving cresent shaped marks from your nails on his skin, another pained groan escaping you as the egg slipped out with a soft gush, landing on the blankets beneath you, slick from your pussy connecting you and the object still.
"A-Ah.." A soft moan escapes you as you gather your bearings, your pussy clenching around nothing now.
"Good job, sweet thing.." He coos, pressing another kiss to your forehead, feeling the beads of your sweat dampen his lip.
The egg was as big as your hand, shiny and glistening from your slick.
It was obviously much tinier than a human newborn, so how tiny would the baby be inside?
As if reading your thoughts, Zhongli speaks up, "The baby would be rather small now, but once it hatches, it grows in the span of a week to the size of a normal baby."
"Right.." You nod, still winded, picking up the egg in your hands, looking it over, eyes widening at the thought of something of this width inside of you.
Zhongli chuckles at the sight of your eyes widening, "Realistically, that's only the size of the egg when I first lay it inside your womb. It grows a couple inches when the time comes to lay it."
Your eyes widen more, mouth agape, and he just cheekily smiles, slipping out of the bed.
"You did amazingly for your first practice egg." He remarks, "I'll run us a bath."
He walked out of the room, leaving you alone, the sound of the water hitting the tub from the bathroom filling your ears, the weight of the egg having you glance back down at it.
Your new roommate is kinda pathetic, not cause he's a divorced dad or anything, but in the sense that twice now you have come home after work and found him whimpering as he jacks off on the couch in your living room. Standing with your bag hanging off your shoulder, shoes half kicked off as you unintentionally watch him bite down on his fingers and squeeze his knot while he cums. At least he makes sure most of his cum ends up on his shirt and stomach, but still, you aren't exactly expecting to see that when you come home.
You have told him that he should do that in his bedroom, and not on your couch, but still, you have walked in on him already, palming his crotch in the afternoons most weekdays.
Maybe that's why he ended up divorced? Too randy or something, not that you care.
There is also the slightly awkward fact that his kids come over every weekend, two young kits that amble around your apartment and ask all kinds of questions, peppering you with interesting facts they learned at school. Clambering onto your couch, tails too fluffy for their own good as they ask you to brush their hair or help itch their ears that look too big for their heads, you know they will grow into them, but for now, they are slightly comical.
You don't mind the little ones as much anymore, mostly since they have started to call you more than just 'daddies roommate'.
But the adorable little fox kits aside, their dad is still kinda pathetic. When it's just the two of you in the apartment, he looks like a kicked puppy when dinner comes around, sulking and whimpering at you about sharing your dinner with him, as he doesn't know how to cook. You'd stared him down and told him to learn, making him help you prep your meals if he wanted to eat them with you.
Coming home from a long day at work and yet again you find him on the couch, but this time the TV is playing some random porno, but the main star looks suspiciously like you, turning to chew the sad fox hybrid out for once again pulling this stunt you stop, words dying as you find him nose burried in the shirt you'd soaked with sweat earlier in the week, rather than a reaming at him you wait till he opens his eyes and looks towards you.
Snearing as you call him pathetic to his face, turning away just early enough to miss the whine he lets out as he cums, ignoring the text you get from him later as he apologises for doing that again, but immediately afterwards sends you a photo of his cock and the shirt from earlier pressed under his still drooling length, promising that he will wash and return the shirt before the weekend.
Your roommate is truely pathetic, and you like him like that, not that he needs to learn that just yet.
CW: Hand job, semi-public sex, closet, mild degradation, brattiness, exhibitionism risk, clothed sex, grinding, dry humping, grinding, cuming in pants, being caught, almost choking
Word count: Roughly 1.8K
A/N: This time you're stuck in a closet with Mephisto and things get heated.
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“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you planned this.” Hissing the words just above the volume of a whisper. Both because you don’t want to be caught, and because you’re pressed right against Mephistopheles’s chest.
“As if I’d want to be trapped in a closet with you.” His own voice just as low, one of his arms behind your head because of the confined space, hyperaware of the movement of his chest expanding. “I was not expecting to find ourselves a foul of those who do not support the royal family.”
“You could say that again.” Grumbling a little as you adjust your legs, which you regret right away when your inner thigh brushes against his muscular one. Trying to ignore it as you let your head fall back against the inside panel of the closet. You and Mephisto had been asked to come to Meowcao to attend an event on behalf of Lord Diavolo. You because you were human, Mephisto because he was a noble and it would make for a great story for the newspaper. Only you forgot about his arm, feeling the material of his jacket against the back of your head.
“Must you keep moving?” You feel as much as hear the words, licking your lips as the skin of your face starts to feel warm.
“I’m trying not to.” You admit, only to shift again so it doesn’t feel like you're grinding against his thigh. “It’s just not really comforta-” Trailing off when you feel something a lot firmer than his thigh against your leg. “Do you seriously have a boner right now?!”
“In case you missed it, we are trapped in a closet that barely has room for a decent jacket.” A rumble to his voice as he snorts. “Let alone two adults.” He isn’t wrong, there isn’t much room and you’re aware he has to lean to the side so he’s not occupying the same space as you. “As much as you can be obnoxious, you are attractive for a human. My body is responding to that.”
You don’t know if you want to punch him right now or flush at him calling you attractive. Instead you aim for the middle ground since your heart is doing stupid fluttering inside of your chest. “You’re just saying that because I rocked your world that day in the newspaper club.” You’re not going to admit that the way his body made you feel that day lives rent free in your head.
A tut from Mephisto, and you realize he’s watching you with narrowed eyes. “I believe it was the other way around.” You jolt, not because of his words, but the way he said it. A line of lightning racing down your spine, right to your core, aware of your insides clenching around nothing. You will admit, he is good looking. Plus for once he isn’t in his RAD uniform, instead a green vest with a white collared dress shirt, paired with a white jacket that goes to his knees and a pair of grey slacks. It makes it less awkward to be stuck in a closet with him at least.
“Think whatever you want you pompous ass.” Doing your best to turn your face away from his, even if he still has a clear view of you. “Just.” Huffing while keeping your voice low, still aware that the two of you are hiding from denizens that want to cause an incident to make Diavolo look bad. “Try and get that thing to disappear. Or at least calm down. It’s distracting.” Muttering the last part as low as you can, hoping he doesn’t actually hear that one.
“Believe me, I’m trying you insufferable woman.” Flicking your gaze towards him, ready to roll your eyes, only to halt. Is… Is Mephisto blushing?
“Are you blushing?” The moment it leaves your lips you realize what you said, and to who exactly.
“Of course, not. Why would I blush in the presence of someone who spends so much time with demons of a such a low caliber.” You know he isn’t asking a question, but it doesn’t stop what you do next.
Regretting it as the sound of skin slapping skin rings out louder than anything either of you have said since he shepparded you into the space. Your mouth hanging open as you slowly meet his gaze as his head turns back to face you.
The next thing you know his mouth is on yours, reminiscent of last time. His tongue sweeping inside of the wet cavern, while the arm that had been behind your head shifts so his gloved palm and press you closer to him. Not like you could pull away anyway with the wall right behind you, one of your hands moving to his neck while the other reaches down to grab his clothed erection.
A lot like last time, it turns into a battle of sorts. Mephisto dominating your mouth while you rub your palm over his length, intermittently squeezing your fingers over the bulge. Each action from one causes the other to falter for a moment, before going back at the other with more determination to make the other break.
Sadly, unlike you, it seems Mephisto has better control of his breathing, and youre lungs are starting to burn. Your grip on the material of his crotch loosening until your hand at his neck moves to his chest. Pushing at him, which he seems to ignore as his tongue tangles with yours again. Curling your fingers into a fist and smacking it against his chest as the edge of your vision blurs black.
That seems to break him from his trance, his lips sliding from yours with the strands of spit still connecting the two of you as your chest starts to heave as you suck in as much air as you can. “Seriously…” Letting your head fall forward to land against his shoulder. “Are you…” It’s a struggle to get the words out as you keep panting. “Trying to kill me?”
“No.” At least he sounds as hoarse as you feel. “Did you need to cover my jacket in your slobber?” His words might sound cruel, but it’s contrary to his actions as he rubs his hand along your back while the other is toying with the edge of your shirt. “Or slap me?”
You ignore his question about the spit, since some of it’s his anyway from the sloppy make out session. The second one though? You let out a long exhale as you think about your answer. “Yes.” Leaving your head where it is but shifting your hand away from his cock to toy with the collar at his throat. “I don’t really care what you think of me, but I don’t like anyone shit talking my family.” You know the demons he meant were the brothers, Lucifer in particular.
“Odd as it may sound, I do find your presence… tolerable.” For once he isn’t talking to you like you’re beneath him. “Even if you do spend as much time as you do with-”
“Shit talk them again and I’m gonna slap you again.” Blinking for a second as you shrug. “Or squeeze your dick hard enough to shut you up.” Feeling him jolt but he does shut up. “So only tolerable after almost making me suffocate because of how hard you were sucking my face?”
“Do not grow too full of yourself.” Feeling him flinch again as your hand starts to rub at his cock again. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” Deciding you want to feel his skin instead of just rubbing him, your fingers working at the belt of his pants before switching to the zipper to tug it open. You don’t bother pulling the material away, sliping your fingers under the band of his underwear before feeling heated flesh.
“I’d rather not have us found in such a compromising position when Lord Diavolo finds us.” A catch in his voice as his body starts to shake because of your actions. Stroking his length as best as you can with the awkward position and angle.
“Funny.” You whisper back, finally lifting your head from his shoulder to look into his green eyes, his pupils wide but he’s swimming in a sea of lust. “I’d rather him not find you with a raging hard on.” Trailing your nose along the bottom of his jaw, hoping he gets the hint.
“Fine.” He does, tilting his face to reconnect your lips, the kiss just as heated but not as intense. Mephisto holding back this time but still enjoying the taste of your mouth while you pump his shaft inside of his pants. Keeping your pace steady as your palm slides along the silky skin, it isn’t too long before you start to grind along his leg. Wishing there was more room so you could take care of your own mounting libido and his weeping cock. “This is not an ideal location.” Whispering as he lets you take in air between open mouth kisses. “Nor was the newspaper club.” His hand at your side sliding upwards to rub at your breasts through your shirt and bra. “You should allow me to take you out when we get back to the capital.”
That makes your hand start to move a little faster, adding a twisting motion to your pumps that seems to have him twitching in your grasp. “Are you asking me on a date?”
“I am.” Your insides feel like they’re on fire, but you doubt you’re going to get any relief while in this space.
“Is it normal for demons to have sex a couple of times before taking someone out to dinner?” Teasing as you start to focus more on the head of his cock, hearing him let out a small moan. He’s near the end.
“If you weren’t so infuriating, I would have asked after the first time.” His hand on your back sliding up to land on the back of your neck. “I’m near the end.” Muttering the words before slotting his lips over yours once more. You start to pump him as fast as you can now, twisting your wrist at the head of his cock until you hear him moan. Swallowing his noises down while his seed spurts against your fingers inside of his underwear.
Feeling Mephisto lean more against the back of the closet and taking you with him as he breaks the kiss. Panting with a soft smile on his lips. “You’re going to owe me for making me wear underwear thats full of my own cum.”
You don’t get to answer him.
Because at that moment, the door to the closet opens. With Diavolo’s large frame in the door with Lucifer and Barbatos looking in over his shoulders.
Suffice to say. Both you and Mephesto wish it were those who are against the crown, because your hand is still inside his pants. There’s no denying what the two of you had been doing.
Not. One. Bit.
At least Mephisto does take you on a date a week later, and you end up a sweaty mess in his bed instead of some random location this time.
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