Ayhalo Fic based off a prompt me and my friend were obsessed with, shoutout to them for helping me out with this! 🫶🫶🫶
Bad could tell he was in heat as he hastily walked to Pierre’s house. Yes, he was “sneaking” into Pierre’s house, knowing he’d be out doing something and won’t be home for a while. Sue him! Instincts telling him if he didn’t get something of Pierre’s during his heat, he’ll go crazy. He enters the house and goes directly to Pierre’s room, only having one goal in mind. As he enters Pierre’s room, he immediately undresses. He can feel that he’s already wet, body overproducing because of his heat, eyeing a pair of Pierre’s boxers left on the ground before quickly grabbing them and climbing into Pierre’s bed before he can think too hard about it. As Bad is sitting naked on the bed, he stares at the boxers in his hands, contemplating whether or not he should indulge in what his instincts are screaming at him to do. He stupidly moves to get more comfortable, causing friction to his pussy. In the flash of pleasure, he buries his face into Pierre’s boxers, squeezing his thighs together as he thinks of the things Pierre would do to him if he could see how desperate Bad was for him. So desperate that he’s going so far as to stuffing his face into something as disgusting as used boxers, the embarrassment of possibly being seen sniffing Pierre’s boxers sent heat through Bad. Bad rubs his thighs together, shame curling in his stomach and sitting heavy, his face feeling hot as he hears his own breathy, muffled whines. Bad lifts his head from where it’s buried in Pierre’s boxers, looking around and eyeing Pierre’s pillow. In his hazy mindset, the thought of using a pillow that Pierre slept on to pleasure himself was the best thing he could have ever thought of. Lifting himself onto his legs, Pierre’s boxers in one hand as he uses the other to grab the pillow to pull it towards himself. Bad weakly lifts himself up onto his knees, moving slightly to align himself on top of Pierre’s pillow. He plants himself onto the middle of the pillow, lowering to support himself onto his elbows. He stuffs his face into Pierre’s boxers again, the feeling of embarrassment appearing once again, sending pleasure directly to his core. He feels himself wetting the pillow already, drops of pre-cum staining the white fabric. He hesitantly grinds himself onto the pillow, immediately whining into Pierre’s boxers at the slick slide. He feels his legs strain as his body instinctively moves quicker against the pillow, losing himself to the pleasure. Through his haziness, he can hear his loud, whorish moans echoing off the walls. The sounds he’s making makes him wish Pierre could hear him, he knows how much Pierre adores when he doesn’t hold his noises back. Bad can feel his slick dripping down his thighs, can feel how much he’s dampened the pillow below him. He reaches one hand down to feel how wet he is, the slightest touch making his body shudder and twitch, the one arm holding him up falls under him causing Bad’s face to hit the bed. He can see Pierres boxers beside his face, weakly being held his hand, and in an act of desperation and his heat clouding his mind, he brings the boxers closer and stuffs a part of them in his mouth. He can feel his eyes flutter as he rolls them back, his body rubbing against Pierre’s dampened pillow. In his haze of pleasure, Bad fails to notice that Pierre has gotten home. Misses the sound of the door to Pierre’s room opening and the sound of it closing a couple seconds later.
Pierre didn’t expect to get home and enter his own room to find his bebou fully undressed, rubbing against one of his pillows with a pair of his boxers in his mouth, tragically muffling his beautiful moans. Pierre feels his dick twitch to life at the sight of his “innocent” bebou doing such filthy things to his stuff, of his pillow slightly darkened from Bad’s wet pussy, of Pierre’s boxers in Bad’s mouth. Pierre swore he almost came undone in his pants right then and there.
Pierre knows Bad doesn’t realize he’s there and he briefly considers interrupting him. However, watching his sweet bebou acting like such a slut for him without even knowing he’s there makes such a beautiful sight. He feels himself strain against his pants, listening to Bad’s muffled moans and watching the way his back arches prettily everytime he moves to rub himself against Pierre’s pillow. The sight makes Pierre have to choke down a groan and Pierre can see Bad is getting close, the telltale signs becoming obvious to Pierre from the times they’ve previously spent together. The way Bad starts shaking, the way his whine’s become more like squeaks, the way he squeezes his thighs together against Pierre’s pillow and buries his face into Pierre’s boxers. Normally, once Pierre notices that Bads on the edge, he’ll do anything in his power to feel his bebou shaking against his own body and he tightening his plump thighs around Pierre, do anything to hear his bebou’s pretty whines turn into even prettier squeaks as he buried his head into Pierre’s shoulders or into the bed he’s being fucked into.
Pierre leans against the wall and watches his bebou choke out a long, broken whine as he finishes onto Pierre’s pillow and the way his body is laid on the pillow, his chest frantically going up and down as he tries to catch his breath, the way his cum slid down his pretty thighs. Pierre thinks they could do with marks to make them even prettier. Pierre immediately takes a couple steps forward until he reaches his bed, digging his knees onto the edge of the bed as he lays both his hands on Bad’s thighs, squeezing the fat on them and watching the way Bad jumps at his touch. He can see Bad lift his head tiredly to look at him in his peripheral, but keeps his eyes locked on the absolute meal laid out in front of him. He hears Bad start whining softly at the feeling of Pierre’s big hands fondling his thighs. He moves one of his hands up Bad’s thighs to his opening, thumbing at the entrance as his bebou squeaks at the intrusion. He watches the way his cum drips onto Pierre’s thumb and as Bad looks over his shoulder to look at Pierre, he meets his eyes and licks Bad’s cum off his thumb. He sees the way Bad’s eyes widen and hears the way his breath stutters, Pierre loves watching Bad falter because of him.
Pierre’s hands move to Bad’s waist, grabbing the pillow under him to move off the bed before moving him to lay on his back. His pair of boxers catch his attention, a clear wet spot from Bad’s drool on them, as he looks at Bad with a raised eyebrow. Bad looks away with a cute pout and Pierre can’t stop the chuckle that slips out . Pierre tosses the boxers off the bed to pick up later, bringing his attention back to his bebou as he feels a tug on his shirt. Bad looks up at Pierre with a look that makes Pierre want to devour him, Bad’s hand slips under his shirt and Pierre feels sharp claws lightly tracing his skin. Pierre inhales sharply, roughly grabbing Bad’s wrist and pinning it above his head. Bad let out a breathy moan at the sudden roughness, his eyes fluttering closed for a split second from the slight pain. His other hand moved from where it was resting by his side to Pierre’s cheek, pulling his face down as his tail moved to wrap around one of his thighs. Pierre notices what he’s asking for, shutting his eyes as he gently kisses him while simultaneously moving his free hand to rest on Bad’s clit. Bad breaks the kiss with a soft whine, his tail slightly tightening around Pierre’s thigh from the stimulation and hand now digging into Pierre’s shoulder. Pierre chuckled at his reaction, the sharpness of his claw’s digging into Pierre’s skin making his dick twitch in his pants and tighten his grip on Bad’s wrist. He uses the slight distraction to attach his lips on Bad’s neck, lightly sucking on it before biting into him. Bad’s body tenses up as he chokes out a moan, his leg’s coming up to wrap around Pierre’s body.
Pierre continues to stimulate his bebou, using his fingers to lightly stimulate his clit while leaving his neck and collarbone with marks and traces of Pierre’s saliva. After a couple minutes of this repeated motion, Pierre feels the slight sting of Bad lightly hitting his shoulder and can hear him struggling to speak through his moans. He removes both his hands and lift’s himself until he’s on his knees, hovering over Bad. He lightly caresses Bad’s thighs as he lets him catch his breath.
“Pierre…Pl-..Please..” His voice comes out whiny and slightly raspy, making it obvious to Pierre that he wants more than what’s being given to him. Of course, he’d never deny his beautiful bebou of his needs but he could have his fun with him for a little longer, couldn’t he?
“You can wait a little longer bebou, no?” Pierre moves to lower himself onto his stomach in between Bad’s thighs, lifting them so they’re supported by Pierre’s shoulders. He can hear him start whining and knows his bebou is going to start complaining in that annoyingly cute way he always does to get his way.
“Pieeerrrree, that’s not fair… You just want me to suffer!” Pierre only hums in acknowledgment at Bad’s whining, knowing his next actions will have him using his pretty voice for a better use. He stares up at Bad, waiting until he’s about to start his complaining again to bite into the inside of one of his thighs, causing Bad to gasp out a moan in shock. His wide eyes snap down to Pierre in between his thighs, watching the way he nips and sucks on his thighs, heat filling his entire body with pleasure. He throws his head back against the bed, one hand clutching the sheets by his head and the other going down to Pierre’s head and grabbing a fist full of hair in a tight grip. Pierre grunts at the slight pain but doesn’t let it disturb his dessert, savoring the way Bad’s thigh’s squish in his mouth every time he bites into them. Taking a break from appreciating Bad’s thighs every other minute to lick clean the everlasting slick running down his, now marked up, thighs. Pierre looks up from between Bad’s legs to see his bebou’s face, finding pleasure in how his eyes are squeezed shut and his face slightly damp. Pierre takes notice of Bad’s mouth, unconsciously biting his lower lip to quiet his noises down. While he loves the way Bad’s lips look when they’ve been bitten and kissed roughly, he’d rather listen to his beautiful voice break from the pleasure. Pierre brings his fingers up to Bad’s pussy, laying them on him for a couple seconds before thrusting two in him, immediately feeling how wet Bad really was. He kisses Bad’s thighs as he continues thrusting his two fingers into Bad, relishing in the way Bad lets go of his lip and finally lets himself use his voice as he squeals out from the intrusion, legs trying to close around Pierre’s head.
“Bebou..- you make such pretty sounds..- all for me, yeah?” Pierre comments in a breathy voice, cutting himself off every couple of words to kiss or graze Bad’s thighs with his teeth. Bad repeatedly moans out ‘yes’, frantically nodding his head as tears form and roll down his cheeks, pushing his body down and his pussy tightening, trying to take in more of Pierre’s fingers. He can hear Bad gasp out, as if he’s trying desperately to speak coherently.
“Pi-Pierre..! Ple-..hng..Please! I need…hah.. I need you i-in..m-me..” He chokes out, being interrupted by his own moans, his voice getting more flustered as he nears the end of his begging. Pierre smoothly adds a third finger into Bad’s dripping pussy, causing another yelp from the demon. “Hm? But I am already in you bebou, no? You have to be more specific for me to understand your language.” Pierre teases, knowing full well what Bad was asking for.
“Pierre… Y-You’re so meeeaan! A-Ah! You know what I'm…hah..what I’m trying to say!” Bad whines, the pleasure he’s feeling making it hard to speak correctly. He brings his hand up to his mouth, shutting his eyes and harshly biting into it with a small grunt. Pierre takes notice of the action and rips his fingers out of Bad’s pussy, as he lifts Bad’s thighs from his shoulders and onto the bed to rest. He watches with narrowed eyes as Bad opens his eyes in panic from the lack of fingers in him.
“H-Huh? What are you doing? D-Don’t you want to..” Bad desperately asks Pierre, his voice getting quieter before he could fully ask Pierre his question. He sits up slightly and stretches his hands out to grab Pierre’s as he tries to pull them towards his body. He lays Pierre’s hands on his waist, waiting impatiently for him to continue touching him.
“Pierre, why don’t you touch me? D-Did I do something? Please.. M-…Make me feel good, Pierre.” Pierre sighs as he listens to Bad beg for his touch. He wanted to forcefully make bebou stop muffling his moans but when he begs so prettily like this for him, he can’t help but be soft on him.
“Bebou, You need to tell me what you want me to do, okay? I don’t know how you want me to touch you right now.” He could tell Bad was contemplating whether to tell him or not. He needs to make sure that Bad wants to be used, no matter how much he wants to destroy his bebou’s pussy right now. Pierre sighs as a few seconds went by without any answer from Bad, but if he knew his bebou, then he knew exactly what would make Bad feel obligated to respond to him truthfully.
“Why don’t you tell me how I can make you feel good, bebou? You want to be a good boy for me, no?” Pierre cooed at the demon, rubbing his thumbs softly from where Bad had placed them on his slender waist. He held back a chuckle as he felt Bad tense up and breathe out a quiet moan at his question, Pierre knew Bad would spill as soon as he pulled that card out.
“M-Mhm.. I do Pierre.. I, uhm.. I want to be good for you.” Bad breathily whines out, squirming from the embarrassment that goes straight to his lower half. “There we go bebou! That’s my good boy, go on and tell me what you want me to do to your pretty body now.” Pierre praises Bad knowing full well how much that’d affect him, he presses his thumbs harder into Bad’s waist until he hears him whine from the pain, impatiently waiting for Bad to speak.
“I- hng! I want you to u-use me, please. I don’t want to be able to uhm.. think anymore. I just want to be your t-toy, Pierre. Please f-fill me with your...with your cum..” Bad whines, his voice full of embarrassment and desperation as he claws at Pierre’s clothes. Pierre groans hearing Bad beg, hastily taking his clothes off as fast as he’s physically able to. He grabs Bad and pulls him by his waist to lie on his stomach on the bed, his yelp in result going straight to Pierre’s dick.
“That’s right, bebou. I’m going to fuck you so hard you will never want to be empty again. Do you want that, bebou? You want to be full of me all the time?” Pierre moans out as he holds himself against Bad, his dick leaking pre-cum onto Bad’s back. Bad whines at the feeling, making a noise of agreement for Pierre.
“You feel how worked up I am because of you, bebou? Do you feel my dick desperately needing to fill your beautiful pussy up with babies? Hm? Do you want that, my bebou?” Pierre groans out against Bad’s shoulder, pressing light kisses and putting pressure onto the marks he had left on him earlier. He feels Bad’s body tense up, and can feel the vibration of his voice as he lets out a guttural moan. He frantically nod’s his head, his mind hazy making him struggle to speak. Pierre leaves one last kiss on Bad’s shoulder before he lifts himself off of him and onto his knees , Bad whining at the separation of their bodies. Pierre grabs the discarded pillow from earlier, using it to support Bad’s lower half up. He hears Bad’s muffled whining from desperation as he stuffs his face into Pierre’s bed. Pierre leans over, grabbing Bad’s hair and forcefully moving his head until his cheek is pushed against the bed, allowing Pierre to clearly hear any noise Bad makes. Pierre makes a disapproving noise, moving his hand from Bad’s hair to his neck and applying slight pressure as a warning.
“Careful bebou, if you try to muffle your beautiful sounds again then I might as well shut you up completely. Wouldn’t that be a shame?” Pierre threatens Bad, squeezing his hand around the back of his neck to prove his point. His other hand squeezing the fat around one of Bad’s thighs. Bad weakly kicks his legs from the pressure, a choked out moan forcing its way out of him. Pierre loosens his grip on Bad’s neck, running his hand down his spine until he reaches his waist and tightening his grip on Bad’s waist that there’s sure to be bruises later.
“Are you ready, bebou? Are you ready to be stuffed so good that you’ll beg me never to stop, hm?” Pierre spreads Bad’s thighs farther apart, impatiently awaiting for his response so he can finally make good use of Bad’s pussy.
“Y-yes! Please Pierre, just..hah.. just use me already. I c-can’t wait any longer..” Bad desperately moans out, craving Pierre’s dick more than anything, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his cum. Pierre groans in acknowledgment, grabbing his dick and caressing the lips of Bad’s pussy, focusing on the sound of Bad’s impatient whines. He digs his nails into Bad’s waist before entering him, his leaking pussy making Pierre’s dick slide in easily. They both make their own noises of pleasure and Pierre can feel his bebou clench around his dick. He takes a second to let himself and Bad get used to the overwhelming feeling, slowly pulling out when Bad starts squirming and whining. He pulls out until only the head is surrounded by the leaking pussy before snapping his body to thrust back in. He can hear his bebous beautiful squeals in sync with the sound of their skin slapping together every time Pierre thrusts into Bad. He reaches one of his hands up to Bad’s head, grabbing a fistful of hair and roughly pulling it back. Pierre’s shocked when he hears Bad choke out a moan, feeling him cum around his dick, but doesn’t stop thrusting into his bebou’s tight pussy. Pierre uses both his hands to lift Bad up until he’s on his lap, thrusting up into him as he hears Bad starting to choke out more whines from overstimulation.
“W-hng! Wait P-Pierre! I can’t- I can’t.. nghh!” Bad tries to choke out his desperate wails for Pierre to slow down, only to be interrupted by Pierre biting hard into his shoulders. Pierre laps up the blood that trickled out of the bite mark, moaning at the iron taste of his bebou’s blood.
“Don’t even try, bebou. You begged me to use you, no? Then that is what I’m going to do. Be a good toy for me, okay?” Pierre sternly murmurs out against Bad’s shoulders, digging his teeth into his neck to get another taste of his blood. Pierre continuously thrusts up into Bad, reaching a hand down to his clit with his fingers. He feels himself grow closer to finishing, taking in the way Bad feels around his dick and all the beautiful noises he’s making. He hears his bebou’s moans slowly turning to the cute squeaks he always makes when he’s close. Pierre moves a hand up to Bad’s chest, squeezing and rubbing at his skin. He feels Bad clench around his dick, squealing as cums once again. Pierre’s body stutters as he cums inside of Bad’s pussy, moaning against his shoulder.
Pierre gives them both a moment to breathe, keeping Bad firmly seated on his dick while he comes down from his orgasm. His arms are wrapped tight around Bad’s waist and his face is pressed against his shoulder. Bad squirms and clenches around Pierre, feeling the man's cum starting to drip out of him. His heat addled brain , wanting it all to stay. Pierre hums softly, catches his breath, and adjusts Bad until he’s on his side with Pierre still buried inside of him. Pierre presses soft kisses to Bad’s jaw and neck and reaches down to scoop up the cum that’d dripped out of Bad with two fingers and then presses it back in, stretching Bad more with the addition of his two fingers. Bad coos and settles, pressing himself back against Pierre’s chest. Pierre pulls his fingers out, lifting them up to Bad’s lips as he wraps his lips around Pierre’s fingers. He laps up his own slick up on his tongue, his moans muffled by Pierre’s fingers before they get taken out of his mouth. Pierre wipes the saliva covered fingers on the bed sheets before wrapping his arms around Bad’s waist. They both feel themselves settle down and on the verge of sleep. Absentmindedly, Pierre thinks of the mess he’ll have to clean up tomorrow but ultimately decides that sleeping with his pretty bebou was more important and shuts his eyes to the feeling of bebou’s body against his’.
