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LUCIFER had you pinned under him for hours now, using his own body weight to keep you under as he pounds you relentlessly. He told you it's going to be rough for you if you decided to be bitch and fuck around to find out and guess what's happening now? He's only keeping his promise. So if you come crawling away as soon as he lifted himself for a second to adjust his position, what do you think he'll feel? Sad? Offended? No, he'll feel fucking pissed.
"What did I say about pulling shit like this?" He doesn't curse, he thinks he's above them so the mere emphasis he puts in a single crude word was enough to stop you before his cock is even halfway out of your sore hole. He scoffed, "Did I fuck you too much you think you have a choice now?" he smirked before pressing his whole body down on you again.
MAMMON has always been a gentleman. He let's you do whatever you want with him, you can strap a vibrator on his tip for hours and he won't say a single thing outside of praises and words of gratitude. So when you let him do the same to you, he was beyond euphoric.
Getting to fuck his baby the way he wants to is such a dream, and you're giving it to him for free? He was in ecstasy, that is until you tried to crawl away that you felt his soft palms on your shoulders clamping harder. "You're pulling away? That's unfair." His eyes were wide and in disbelief. "I let you do anything to me, so be fair and stop being such a baby and take it all like I did."
LEVIATHAN who has been fucking you since he got off that stupid game. You've been whining about wanting his attention and when he gives it to you, you're being a bitch like this. Being so ungrateful and trying to pull away from his cock? Ah, could it be that you want two? Sure, he can work with that.
"What? What now?" he groaned after you clamped your teeth on his tail that has keeping you quiet by fucking your throat. He looked to your eyes and saw you motioning towards the two cock plunging in and out of your hole without abandon. He knew you're nearing on blacking out, but this is what brats get, right? "Mhm, don't tell me you want my tail down here too?"
SATAN was prim and proper. The type you will expect to make love in cotton sheets in a room filled with candles and rose petals. Laying you down slowly and making you feel valued and loved, patiently preparing you for a night full of sensuality. But even the calmest seas have waves.
Getting him riled up is harder when you want it for sex. He refuse to hurt or be rough with you, he wants sex with you to be about love than pleasure. But it's so hard to not prove you wrong when you try to frame him as a limp dick who can't get it up for that long. But now, he's seeing who really can't get it up. "What was that, limp dick you said? What about now? Am I still a 'limp dick'?" he laughed cruelly, "I guess it won't be going limp for another three hours... You sure you're still awake by then?"
ASMODEUS was the perfect man. High libido, perfect performance, nothing about him is unsatisfactory. That's why being in a relationship with him can put pressure on you. Pressure to meet the same level of quality when it comes to sex. You want to make sure he's satisfied, and you're sure you can't give him that type of satisfaction he gives you unless... You let him achieve it himself.
He looks dainty and put together everytime that you forget he's the literal avatar of lust. And so he needed to remind you. With his arms around your neck and plowing you from the back, he's never been so barbaric in bed until now. Never been so... Demanding. "Come on, keep up." He said between thrusts and sneers. "You want me to be satisfied right? And you're tapping out?" He laughed, "Thought you're better than that!~ Thought I taught you better than that...~"
BEELZEBUB who has been fucking you how you like it, he knows he's big and that it hurts but he just can't ignore the fact that he's still rock-hard even after five rounds, don't you pity him? The last thing you heard was a primal growl before you knew you were fucked.
Thick arms wrapped around your neck before you realize, forcing your back to arch the way he likes. He whispered, "Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go..." He chanted like a prayer as he drilled his cock in and out of your cunt without a break, "Just one—no, five more..."
BELPHEGOR has been fucking you without a break. Fast and rough, one look and you might think that he's a rabid animal submitting to heat. His mouth is swearing he's got everything under control but the way he's been moaning loudly too from how much he has pushed himself to keep fucking you even during his own orgasms.
So when you tried to pull away even just for a bit, just so that his cock stops hitting that sensitive spot inside you, his hand clamped down the back of your head and pulled it hard. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked in such a hurried tone. "Not hard enough? Which is it, tell me. Don't fucking do that." He asked as he pushed himself deeper to your guts.
DIAVOLO has been in prep for forever. It takes him so long to loosen you up that before he even starts, you're already done. This is another case of that. His tip has been on your sweet spot for half an hour now, poking just enough to make you twitch and drool but not enough to drive you crazy, not rough enough.
It has been hour of edging for you and the only reasonable thing for you to do is run away from the source of your demise. You found out that isn't exactly the best choice when his large hands engulfed your head, pushing it down on the pillow, "Going anywhere? I'm not even halfway in yet, don't be greedy." His smile was there but his mercy sure is not.
BARBATOS was the one assigned to teach you courtly manners so that when you're around the future king of the Devildom, you won't embarrass yourself like the human you are. That includes all types of manners including the ones in bed.
"I said to swallow all." a harsh slap landed on your cheek as his gloved hands tightened around your locks. "What would others think if you can't do even the simplest of the simple things?" He cruelly asked before pushing his cock down your throat. "Or perhaps my cock just isn't that deep down your throat? I see, so that's the problem. That's easy to fix—just open your mouth wider."
SIMEON is an angel. In no dimension will he end up so greedy for sins of the body that he will not listen to your demands for a break. He's not the same as other men who will push you beyond your limits for their own satisfaction. Simeon is an angel. Well, was an angel.
"Are you doing okay there, honey?" he looked down on the back of your head, you face planted on the pillow so hard he doesn't even know if you're getting enough air to breath. "Don't worry, love. Just two more and we'll switch to a different position."
SOLOMON has been as cheeky as he was the first time you met him. He's playful when it comes to bed but he knows your bounderies. He knows when you don't want it, when you've had your fill, and when you're begging for more despite the opposing please.
His giggles echoed inside the room as sweat drips down from his forehead the same way his cum drips out from your hole. "You want me to pause?" His giggle got louder and his pace got faster. "Unfortunately for you, I will keep doing whatever I want."
MEPHISTOPHELES is one of the people who are easy. It's easy get under his skin and easy to get inside his pants. Somehow, you always manage to do both without even trying.
"Fuck," His husky voice reverbrated through his chest as he kept on bouncing you on his cock. Even when you try to push his chest away, he doesn't even bulge. "Can't belive this irrelevant little bitch dare to stress me out like this. Hey, you better not stop riding me until I told you so."
RAPHAEL has always been calm, not the type to be easily swayed by such vicious desires. He doesn't understand why people like the concept of "overstimulation" turns people on, everything too much is bad too.
That is until you convinced him to try doing it after his perceived limit. So when he discovered what it feels like and you started regretting telling him about it, by the time you're crawling away, he pulled you back by your wrists, "What's wrong? You want to change position? Should I pin you on the headboard? You always liked that—" he was desperate to solve whatever discomfort you're having just so that you two can continue but when you said you needed a break, he panicked. That's not possible.
THIRTEEN she's one of the most cruel. It doesn't matter if you're swollen, if you can't cum anymore. Your body will create more of that later, for now, enjoy the fucking pleasure in pain first.
"C-can't cum?" she asked between pants, "That's fine, don't worry! You don't need to cum! Just let me fuck you, that's all!" she looked at you like it was all common sense.
Arranged marriage with MAMMON will probably only happen if Lucifer arranged it.
Then the night before the wedding, you were tying the blankets and escaping through the balcony and all that but when you looked to your left, Mammon was literally doing the same fucking thing.
So you just set his on fire because who the fuck does he think he is trying to run away from you, and that's how the arranged marriage became successful.
How will they are as a boyfriend and how they treat their significant others, their realistic red flags
Warnings: Possible writing errors in grammars and spelling, no proofreading, gender neutral reader, toxic behaviors, very long post ahead, possible mischaracterization, if you want them to remain in their pristine image don't read this, foul language, mention of sex
Being in a relationship with him might seem like a something out of a fantasy. He's rich, handsome, tall, smart, powerful
But when something seems too good to be true, it probably is.
Being in a relationship with someone as rigid as him can be suffocating
He's the type of person that when you got in a relationship with, you will notice drastic changes not only in yourself but also in him
Before the formal relationship happened, while you're still drunk with love
He might seem reliable, always being there when you're in trouble and cleaning after your messes
Seems caring, always looking out for you when you're sick or when there something weighing down on you
But that all soon dissappeared
The reliable man turned out to be a man who weighs everything
Now, every mess you made came with a series of words that always sounds like he's looking down at you like a disobedient child
The caring man doesn't care about you at all
He only cares about how you appear in public.
As a boyfriend, he's the type of person to pull you in a corner during parties, his grip on your arm too tight and the way he pulls you too... uncaring.
As soon as your back hits the wall, he's pointing his finger and looking down at you while saying, "What do you think you're doing?"
He's the type of boyfriend that treats you like a trained dog if too obedient
And a mess if you're too independent
He's the type to reply a single thumbs up whenever you try to communicate with him and when confronted, he says he's just bad at texting
He's the type of guy that breadcrumbs
Only treats you nicely if he's in a good mood
Probably in a relationship for the sole purpose of having someone take his side all the time
As expected of the avatar of pride
MAMMON
At first glance, he seems like the fun boyfriend everyone wants to have at least once in their lives.
At first he picks you up in the front gate and drops you off whenever you want with his expensive car everyday
He was active in messages too, always sending you memes and a fair amount of sweet messages
But his red flags are really... Hard to deal with.
The type of boyfriend that will forget to pick you up and leave you hanging on for hours without any warnings
When confronted he'll be oh so sweet begging for forgiveness and even giving you a few thoughtful gifts
Or so you thought, at some point those "thoughtful" gifts started to feel like he's only giving it to you in the guise of "thoughtfulness" so that he doesn't need to buy anything expensive
The type of boyfriend that will ask you to buy them those expensive perfumes or watches for their birthday or whatever events he deems as "important"
The type of boyfriend that doesn't reply to you but has new posts
Once hinted that he find people with standards entitled
If he seems too nice, he probably wants something
Actively hints that he would want a spouse that provides for him
He's the type to give you that looks that says "Are you for real, right now?" during arguments about your bounderies
Then his comfort will absolutely feel fake
That argument reached the groupchat
LEVIATHAN
Because of how introverted and closed off he is, managing to be in a relationship with him feels like an achievement since it become a living proof on how much patience and perseverance you have
Having him as a boyfriend is also really fun because he's cute and it's fulfilling to watch his walls slowly deteriorate when it comes to you
Until he got to comfortable
A man child, if you don't think so, you're blinded by love.
He's the type of boyfriend you need to look after like how you look after a child
Telling him when to eat, when to shower, when to sleep without making him feel like shit
Because god forbids you tell him the truth, you might as well have insulted his whole being
It feels totally tiring how sensitive he can be and how easily he builds his wall up again and again everytime you do something he doesn't like
And at the same time, he's insensitive when it comes to you
He wants you to spend all your time with him but when you do, he spends his entire time with that god forsaken computer
Another dry texter when it comes to things that he has no interest with
Replies "K." to a long message you spilled your heart on making
Actually the type to watch your stories without liking them, he honestly just forgot
Irrationally jealous
Maybe not during the relationship but he used to like pictures of models with extreme body proportions
SATAN
Having him as a boyfriend with an addition of a tutor and a stable partner for life is what it may seem like to the public
But that's a far cry from the truth
Starting off strong, his hate for lucifer gets in the way of your relationship in every way possible
He's the avatar of wrath
He sometimes use you to one up lucifer by making you act better than Lucifer's significant other
At first it was fun but it gets tiring
He will teach you without complain but when he's in a bad mood, it often shows in his patience
Type to slam things, close the door too loud when mad
The pressure of being in a relationship with someone like him who seems perfect is also really extreme
Sometimes, you can feel that he doesn't belive in you but still helps you in a half-assed way unless you show him you're serious
Doesn't respect his parent
I feel like he's the type of person to talk trash other people to you only, in short, he's a fake ass bitch
ASMODEUS
Omfg
Avatar of lust
Must I say more
Probably has sneaky links
Some really harsh backhanded compliments
Manchild
A literal mean girl
Don't get me wrong, he can be really sweet and can be the perfect spouse btt you need to get through shit tons of problems first
Uses your name in lies
Drama follows him
Being in a relationship with him is the same as saying goodbye to your peace
That's something none of you can deny
He's not exactly the calm wave that envelopes your feet when you walk by the shore
He's more of the harsh waves that threatens to knock the light house over
He doesn't push sex though
He might be shitty but he's not shitty like that
No spatial bounderies whatsoever though
You need to be vocal about ervything because he's not going to stop doing anything unless your firmly told him to
Pushes bounderies too often
Really sneaky
Starbucks dick sucker
BEELZEBUB
Well he's a fangol player.
(I stopped writing here because I literally can't think of anything )
One thing is probably how he doesn't usually express his love with words
So at first it can be confusing since he's doing all the things couples do but he doesn't even confirm it with you
He expects you to understand the meaning behind his gestures yourself
He even gets frustrated sometimes when you don't understand his actions
Probably once told you to go to gym once, didn't mean anything behind it, he just wanted to go to gym with you but yk it doesn't always come across the same way
BELPHEGOR
Exact opposite of his twin
Never put this bitch in a relationship
Another dry texter
Type to get mad at you when your location is off
Either hot or cold no in between
Probably ghosts you then come backs like nothing happened
Low effort but high expectations
When you're mad, instead of properly consoling you, he sometimes just gives you money
Leaves you in delivered
He's the type of boyfriend that subtly affects your life
It came to the point where you're scared to make him mad or disturb his mood because it significantly affects your relationship.
I know this was SUCH a longtime ago, but remember that poll of when you wrote how the actually demonic the Demon Brothers are when they're not talking to MC? Like how despite the way they act towards us, they're the ELITE of the ELITE, and demons still fear them. And they gave them every single reason to. Satan scacttering someone's brains to the wall with his tail out of annoyance, Mammon watching his opponent about to shoot himself in Russian Roulette, and Lucifer being threatening without even doing anything much. I was wondering, could you do that for the side characters too? You don't have to add the angels though because I doubt they'd do that.
Being with MC always brings out the best of them. They learned how to love and forgive. Though, as soon as they're not in the picture, some of their habits resurface.
It's almost a daily thing for DIAVOLO to take you out on a date. In fact, there are tens of photos of the both of you in Devilgram, the social media says how nice he treats you. A new demon who work for a high-end restaurant mistook "you" for "everyone". So when the new demon delivered the food you two ordered, he saw that you weren't there and so as a nice server he tried to strike small talk "Sir, what a lovely night—" "Eyes down." He raised his brow at the lower demon and scoffed "Who do you think you're talking to..?"
The aromatic scent of tea hung in the air as BARBATOS meticulously plated a delicate mille-feuille, his movements are silent yet practiced with grace. When the younger demon stumbled in and reached for a cooling tartlet without a word, his hand didn't even flinch, though his eyes sharpened. He simply let the silver tongs click shut which echoed against the stone walls. "It’s charming how you just... help yourself to the kitchen," Barbatos murmured, his smile perfectly curved yet absent of any warmth as he adjusted a stray crumb with a gloved fingertip. "I suppose I forgot that 'asking' is a bit of a formal hobby where you’re from,"
A demon form RAD found out how good of a writer SIMEON is and decided to ask him for advice. He was with MC during that time when he gladly agreed on helping, even telling him to wait by the purgatory hall for him. "Oh, you entered?" Simeon was slightly taken aback when he saw the demon waiting in the common room. "Oh, should I have not? I apologize!–" the demon tried to reply but was brushed off "Ah, it's nothing. It's just where I'm from..." and his voice turned a little more quieter, just enough for him to faintly heare "People of your rank, they usually wait by the door." and smiled kindly.
SOLOMON sat across from you, he had been nothing but a model of patience for the last hour, leaning over your notes to clarify a complex equation with softness in his tone. However, the moment you both finally pulled out your chairs to begin the drafting phase, the atmosphere changed. As the lesser demon in your group moved to slide into the remaining seat, Solomon didn’t even look up from his book, his voice dropping into a tone of effortless, "Ah-uh, while you're up, a glass of water, sparkling, not tap," he murmured, his smile remaining perfectly fixed as he finally met the demon's eyes with a gaze that treated the other boy like a piece of the furniture. "You’re a dear," he added.
You and MEPHISTOPHELES attended a banquet gala, as usual, the seat you two are in is in the front middle of the hall. The seat for elites. Even some of the brothers are there. But, at some point of the night, a demon you didn't know walked up and attempted to sit down. Mephistopheles only need to place down his glass on the marble table for the lower demon to stop, "Did I give you permission?" He said in such a casual manner, even the brothers didn't react. What permission is he talking about "But— my lord... Where am I supposed to sit...?" the demon cautiously asked and Mephisto replied with a simple glance at the floor.
RAPHAEL stood amidst the heat heat of the training ground like an unyielding marble. He had spent the morning offering gentle pointers on your footwork, his spear moving in lazy, rhythmic circles as he watched you practice. But when the lesser demon assigned to assist him fumbled a heavy crate of practice weapons, spilling iron blades near Raphael’s polished boots, his face didn't change but the atmosphere sure did. Raphael didn't flinch or offer to help; he simply looked through the trembling demon as if he were a minor inconvenience. "Step to the left," he murmured, the edge of his voice sharpening. "You’re blocking my line of sight to the horizon, and I’d hate to have to move you myself."
Hey 👋 Just found your blog and your docs are amazing 🤩 But, could you also include the gender of the MC please? I like reblogging smut posts and sometimes people don’t read the tags and get upset that the fic doesn’t start with female or male reader in the totals basically.
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.
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!"
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!"
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 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."
Well, hello! Yes, I am, and about to be VERY alive soon as well HAHAHAHHAHAHA there are some very challenging problems in my life these past few months and had to focus on them but since those challenges are almost done, I can write freely again! 🥳🥳
Sorry for the long wait! I'll catch up after this week probably but know that I've got some things brewed up!!!
