Could u pls write abt pervy things the brothers do… like before being in a relationship w them n stuff. Gulp
⛓️Pervy Things the Brothers did Before Getting with MC⛓️
The Side Character's Version: Here
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately)
CW: Perverted demons, exhibition, m!masturbation, stealing clothes, dream manipulation in Belphie's part, jealousy, weird behaviour in general | MDNI!
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Lucifer:
⟶ He likes to act like he's above any perverted act before dating you, often drowning himself in more work to distract himself about any wandering thoughts. But to no avail most of the time.
⟶ Something Lucifer does is straight up kick the others out of the house but in the form of a distraction that appeals to all of them. That way, his brothers aren't a problem for him for a while and he gets a higher chance of encountering you wandering around the halls. It may seem silly and maybe even romantic, but he just likes to know that he's the only one you can talk to or look at until they come back.
⟶ Often takes the time to whisper even the shortest of words in your ear in a low tone that sounds slightly gravelly. He knows it makes you jump or even shiver, which only elicits a cruel chuckle from him. See, Lucifer's attempts are focused on trying to get you to be the one who's obsessed, but it's much clearer who's wrapped around whose finger.
⟶ Locks himself in his study while presumably filling out documents that cannot be rewritten, but you fill his senses strong enough for him to immediately get distracted. Lucifer often pleasures himself to imagining your voice calling his name or the way your face looks when you're blushing.
Mammon:
⟶ Mammon is stealing your clothes and acting all innocent, even playing the "hero" and offering his own to you. It may seem like he's worried about your clothes going missing and he assures you that it could've gotten mixed up with someone else's and it would take forever to find. So why not use his as a substitute?
⟶ He acts like the best caretaker in the world whenever he spends the night in your room to make sure you're safe. In reality, Mammon's really getting off to your scent in the entire room and contemplating laying down beside you until you wake up. Of course, he prefers not to risk your wrath if you do end up getting mad at him.
⟶ Mammon gets a bit more possessive which can be seen in the way he touches you. He holds your waist securely to guide you through hallways or crowds, glaring or growling at any demon that glances in your direction, especially his brothers. He even gives your waist or arm a good squeeze whenever he wants to feel you subtly.
Leviathan:
⟶ He's scrolling through Devilgram and even your messages with him, finding photos to save. Levi can recall your appearance perfectly, but he can get incredibly desperate when you haven't been to his room in a while or if you brushed up against him even slightly.
⟶ Leviathan's drawing and writing fanfiction about you two, which is something that he'd absolutely NEVER share to you. At least not technically. He'd give the characters different names with slightly altered personalities or speech but still mimic the two of you pretty damn well.
⟶ He's definitely THE thief for underwear. Stealing your clothes makes him feel extremely ashamed, but there's just something about the way you smell that drives him crazier than what the others would feel about your scent.
⟶ Definitely plays those eroge games or watches those anime with characters that specifically look like you. Every time he does, Levi has to put extreme care into monitoring his browser history and his volume is either muted or his headphones are plugged in. It'd be such a shame if you walked in on him during a moment like that...
Satan:
⟶ Satan would still be particularly new to the idea of relationships and desires before you and that all he knew is that he wanted you, really bad. He becomes more possessive but tries to act like he's above his clear desire to be near you or feel your warmth against him.
⟶ Goes from offering to help you with homework to folding your clothes or doing your laundry. At least he tries to make himself helpful in attempts to get closer to you. It's more on the cuter side than perverted, at least. Until you realize some of your favourite articles of clothing go missing.
⟶ Sometimes, he might recommend romance books with smut, alluding to its mature content slightly. Does it with a straight face as well, but smirks to himself when you tell him there's graphic content after reading it. This can go two ways depending on how he's feeling. Satan could play it off as cool as he can, teasing you by asking you if you get flustered that easily by a simple paragraph. Or he gets embarrassed, acting like he didn't know that was in the book, or that he simply forgot. He is NOT slick.
Asmodeus:
⟶ It shouldn't be any surprise that Asmo is SHAMELESS when it comes to expressing his desire for you. He's just much more experienced in managing the emotions and suppressing them. He's often asking highly detailed, personal questions and offering to shower or sleep together. Not even making any excuses, straight up telling you it's so he can admire you in different angles.
⟶ He's a bit of an exhibitionist. Usually he's wearing quite revealing outfits and asking to match, or he might even touch himself in his room, moaning loud enough for you to hear every time you pass by his door. Which is also slightly ajar.
⟶ Openly flirting with you no matter the circumstances. You guys could be in the middle of a RAD student council meeting and he's nudging you with his elbow or foot while smiling devilishly whenever you glare at him.
⟶ Asmo would give you a bottle of his favourite perfume or cologne that he's wearing at the moment. It's easy to interpret it as him being nice and wanting to share something that's important to him, or he just gets easily jealous and wants his scent on you at all times.
Beelzebub:
⟶ Beel doesn't really do much perverted stuff before dating you, not because he thinks he's above it, but he just doesn't get that desire as strongly and is more afraid about making you mad or hurting you. But there are still some times he finds hard to hold back.
⟶ Invites you to join him whenever he works out. It can be mainly seen as wanting you around doing an activity he likes and wanting you to be active as well, but there's more to it. You both have to wear clothes that aren't restricting and show more skin in order to avoid overheating and you two will be sweating, a lot. Being surrounded by all... that tension, it gets him aroused too fast.
⟶ Gets entranced watching you eat a food that can be easily be fantasized about. Like popsicles, bananas, or anything similar. He gets hungry, unsure of who he wants to be more. You, or the food...
Belphegor:
⟶ Much like Asmodeus, Belphie's kind of an exhibitionist. But he's not as elaborate as him. He leaves the door open when touching himself or "forgets" to put a shirt on properly, under the guise that he's just too lazy. But you'd know at this point that he's totally trying to distract and fluster you.
⟶ Hides any warm clothes, blankets, or pillows of yours so you have no choice but to confront him about it and ask if he knows where they are. He always has a smug answer like "No. But now that you're here and there's blankets too..."
⟶ Gives you wet dreams, definitely. He wants you craving him deeply, even if it's early in the morning and RAD is in two hours. Belphie does this when he can't sleep too and instead of going up to ask you to cuddle him to sleep, he practically enters your dream and cling onto you there.
⟶ Also does the dream manipulation when you've gotten too close to one of his brothers, making sure you only remember when you talked and laughed with him and nobody else when you wake up. If you asked him about it, he'd only respond by asking if you're missing him too much. He's such a brat, loving to elicit reactions from you.
He blushed, immediately turning down his brightness as he read the message. You really needed a filter.
And yet in seconds he was raising his hand, adjusting his pants to hide his already growing hard-on to make his way to the bathroom.
When he got to the singular occupant restroom—one he knew the way to by now with how many times you’d dragged him in there—he didn’t even have to knock before you were opening the door and dragging him in.
Once you got your hands on him you didn’t waste any time, tugging down his pants and shoving him onto the closed toilet to seat yourself on his lap. You lifted your knees to hover yourself over his cock, letting yourself drop and sinking down on him in one swift swoop.
He could only sit there and take it, letting you bounce on him like a toy and watching in awe at the way your hole swallowed him whole.
“ngh—m/c, fuck, so good,” he whined,
“oh fuckkkk—I- I can’t..”
“w-wait, shit! slow down—“
Apparently one orgasm wasn’t enough for you, forcing him into overstimulation when you don’t even bother to give him a breather between rounds because you know he can take it.
One location also wasn’t enough for you; you were willing to use him anywhere and everywhere.
Like at a restaurant when you decide you’re hungry for something else and climb under the table — having him shaking, sweating, clutching at the surface for dear life as you deep-throat his cock under it — your body just barely hidden by the tablecloth.
You swallow him up like it’s your life’s mission to make him cum, all while he’s dragging a hand over his mouth to conceal his noises and he’s blushing from his cheeks all the way to the top of his ears.
Or in his room while he’s gaming, ordering him to bend you over his desk while you play for him, pressing all the wrong keys as your mind goes dumb at the feeling of his cock slamming into you.
In the change room at the beach, acting like you didn’t cause the tent in his trunks before pulling your swimsuit bottoms to the side and sinking down on him on the bench.
In his bathtub, waking him up in the dead of the night with a whine and that look you knew he couldn’t not give in to. He simply turned over so he was on his back, letting out sleepy whimpers as you rocked your hips with his length buried to the hilt inside you.
Or in your own bed, a late-night cuddle session turning into you telling him you want his cock but are too tired to move, so of course he’s pulling your back to his chest and lifting your leg to slip inside you, fucking into you so hard and deep that it has you seeing stars.
a/n: this is so lazy but it’s been like 2 weeks since I last posted so I need to give you guys something 💔 hope everyone’s doing well, I’ll try to post more soon! <3
synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc
a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it
“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”
You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”
“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”
“Or…what?”
“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”
“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”
†
“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple.
He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore.
Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!”
He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time.
And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time.
An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess.
He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns.
“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”
†
The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time.
But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes.
He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him.
The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?”
“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face.
And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!”
The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed.
His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum.
“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!”
†
A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him.
With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure.
“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?”
Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.
“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?”
It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen.
“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out.
You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..”
†
“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going.
“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.
Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little.
“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead.
A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!”
Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip.
“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously.
“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.”
†
Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse.
“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!”
“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.”
The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold.
“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder.
You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.”
The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off.
“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”
†
“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?”
“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…”
Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make.
The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him.
He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore.
“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…”
A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace.
The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came.
Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him.
“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.”
†
“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides.
Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…”
The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop.
Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did!
As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster.
“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!”
Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress.
The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”
18+ - smut - explicit content: established relationship, lingerie (obviously), just cowgirl & full nelson fucking, no particular dynamic, just two lovers lol
a/n: not necessarily model user, but yk that’s what I had in mind when I started writing. and ugh I just want a nerd in my bed 💔
@/cursed-carmine for dividers
“um baby…”
your partner didn't know where to look. because if he keeps gazing toward your direction he may lose all his sentences-forming abilities. where should he start? should he tell you: “it looks amazing!” or lean into something more refined like, “it looks outstanding on you babe! your skin is gleaming”? in all honesty he had no trust in himself to speak out any of those comments with a stable voice. or at least not without choking with his own drool.
so, like any normal boyfriend who's sitting on a mattress facing his model girlfriend in a lingerie set worth two thousand dollars, ...he averts his gaze.
“baby? you don't like it? you can touch it if you want.”
his eyes unexpectedly dart up with a jerk of his own body when he hears your voice snipping through the pending silence. ‘touch? how can you propose something like that when you look…’ your partner’s mind’s racing like a hamster in a cage to the mere thought of giving in to your proposal.
but hell if you didn't look adorable: your eyes darting lower at his tucked down form, your pupils holding a crippling invitation for him to comment on the set you were wearing with a weariness that flooded on your eyebrows, giving you a worried expression.
“why was he not saying anything?” the question was encrypted on your face, and sought a deep place in your thoughts. he has been as active as a wall if not for the frantic agitation of his eyes. his stares jumping frenetically from the slick wooden nightstand of yours, covered in a confusing arrangement of figurines, books & body creams, to going back to settling at the blue carpet covering the beige floor planks of your floor, so…nothing he didn't see before basically. of course crippling stress was at the front door of your mind: “was it the colour? the cut?” before you can voice all those questions aloud you felt a careful, but slightly moist hand cover your hips and by the same occasion the strings of your panties.
“wow! baby—”
“no-shh... I'm sorry i just…Fuck. It's your third set and i can’t think straight anymore... for god's sake, how could i-i do anything but love it? you look so fucking amazing”
his eyes are like plates if not for the glassy cloud over them and he finally gave himself the right to admire your set… and body of course.
“baby i... i really like this one... we can keep it to ourselves mh?” he blurs his eyes stuck on the pearls dangling from the top of your bra…yeah, this set is driving him crazy.
the set was pure dentelle and silk. white, to perfectly match the pigment of the pearls sewn right under the entwined edge of your top. the sleeves, something translucent and thin, were hovering till the edge of your manicured fingers.
and the bottom... it was thin, but in total delicateness, the craft of the straps was high-raised, entwined in something artfully hypnotic which left space for the beauty of your long legs. in a sound, hovering right against your stomach, he whimpers or maybe purr in satisfaction, when his palms fondle your narrow hips with unprecedented care.
“yes baby... I love it... your skin... against it... the colors... fuck i'm sorry i just…”
“it's okay baby it's just... you worried me quite a bit you know? staying all silent like that…” you add a chuckle to ease him down. you know him when he's like this, struggling to find words for thoughts that run too fast to be grasped.
“sorry... m’sorry…” he can't help it now but let his hands travel your sides oh so reverently.
"how could i not like you, let alone in this... god” an instant later his gaze goes back to your face, lips partled in breathless desire. “gonna keep it on r-right? please—”
you cock your head, the heated daze of his touches momentarily cut through by his question.
“keep it on? It was just to try babe—”
without a beat he jolts up to your level, the movement so sudden it almost makes you stumble back.
“y-yes! Keep it... for now! I'll be careful: promise, careful when i—”
you muse his words again, not missing the momentum to roll those said words on your tongue more seductively.
“when you what, baby?”
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everything was too constrict too thight. too overwhelming.
you don't know what force could drive your legs to move up and down on his lap like they did. well…you did know: arousal is a hell of a thing.
the squishy sounds echoing all over the thick walls of your bedroom were an understatement of how all of this was resonating between your ears. the lingerie set was tight on your torso and your hips. the delicate material now at its most unceremonious because of all the sweat and drool covering the fine layers of tissue. all of it exacerbating your senses and the overwhelming touches your boyfriend was indulging himself into.
“n-need it off—” you mumble, your own legs moving just out of lewd motivation, enhanced by all the fluids glistening against the connection of your hole to his member.
“nah- argh, baby I've to stop you here…” he simply puts his strong hand over yours. "what did i told you already? keep it all on for me…” he whispers carefully and in your state you could barely hold the will to rebuke him.
“b-but it's too tight... making me so hot…” your mouth is deadened with a small amount of droll that you can no longer keep in.
“it's okay sweetheart, you are doing so good... and looking so damn ravishing…”
his words made your poor head spin, and your legs wiggle in weakness. your hole was obscenely clenching around his manhood in something shy of desperation. he was making you feel all types of things you couldn't even put into a coherent sentence. therefore, your crippling oversensitivity must've led you to some slacking off because again you hear his melodic voice:
“n-ugh... Fuck baby... You tired mh? you won't orgasm at this rate, pretty thing…”
“b-but i came enough—” you try to protest, sensing where he was heading to.”
“nah come on... get off and show your back to me 'kay?”
without anything more to add, you do as he asks. quickly he makes work of straddling your legs over his moist hands. the moment is enough to make you yelp in anticipation or maybe just in oversensitivity.
the time you settle yourself, breathless and feverish, right against his member his face is already inches close to the back of your neck.
“kind enough to push your parties on the side for me again?” your lover punctuates his request with cloud-like kisses at the warm juncture linking your neck & shoulder. the sound he leaves out, like he is groaning at the taste of a divine meal, made you hump your wet sex feverishly pushing your damp underwear on the side.
“ah... my love don't do moves like that ‘kay? ‘will stuff you full in a minute okay?" the reassuring tone of his voice was obviously a thin layer of resolve to not enter you in one go out of impatience. but even if you notice the underlying hunger in his voice & his grip, you don't have the will to be patient anymore.
“p-put it in already babe, wanna feel you come in me…” the desperate need in your voice is borderline pitiable but on god & heaven you couldn't care less.
“f-fuck, love... thought you were tired-” suddenly, before he can add anything you grip his cock, looking down at it, pressed against your entrance, in utter admiration if not for the frowned expression on your face.
“t-told you i couldn't wait…”
those whispers only meant one thing.
you are already grabbing his leaking member, without missing a beat it spasm, getting a snarl out of your boyfriend’s lips.
“B-baby y-you really are something else…” the sentence he whimpers lacks air and is full of desire. He can't stop looking down either.
words seem useless for you now, your lust making its own language. finally the mean head of his dick pushes past your entrance, making your eyes fall shut in delight.
“Ah shit…s-sweetie y-you’ gonna fuck me up…”
You bite your bottom lip, plump and glossy, under your teeth. Your mind is already imagining the face he is making behind you. After his angry red tip settled inside you he took the initiative to set you full. After he pushed his dick torturous inch by torturous inch you can't help the helpless moans and whines that go past your lips. surely out of impatience. paying attention to your body, your partner just leans closer toward your ear, his large hands palming your hips still.
“Hey now…can't let you do all the job yeah?” he honeyed sweetly.
“T-then fuck me already baby…” you didn't need to say anything else as he could sense your core aching in frustration.
and he couldn't put his own need on the side anymore.
when he starts moving inside you he goes deeper than you did a couple minutes ago. . the friction making you dizzy when your walls spasm.
“f-fuck baby—”
“i know baby, s-s’too good mh? Yeah fuck it’s so good…” he moans, louder and louder, in cresendo with your own sounds of pleasure.
the way his dick was stretching your walls to his liking, the wet sounds of your core wrapping all around it was dizzying at worst. his hands didn’t help to drive your mind at ease as he began to drive his fingers to swim against your nipples, tenderly doing so.
the incessant pounding of his hips, intense and passionate, was nothing more than the extension of your two beating hearts. His words honey in your ears as you matched his pace with a renew of energy that could only come from the greediness of your incoming orgasm.
“a-ah baby s’good– fuck imma–” and like on cue your two bodies clench and spasm pressed to one another, grunting and squeezing sheets and hips to continue to ride the sloppy orgasm.
“mhh fucking hell…” he mumbles totally dazed.
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by the time the sun is set you two are cleansed and cuddling softly under the blankets. your lingerie set, promptly folded over the laychair arm. the sexual energy settled in a quiet amused banter.
“so…more lingerie trials in the future…?”
phone matching with…
leviathan! gepard! young welt! armin! younger roger barel! any other nerd/geek!
a/n: omg it’s been too long and so much has been going on. I’ve gotten so much more busy. But I got motivation from seeing a post on here 😩 I usually don’t do sub!Leviathan but I wanted to see how I would do lmao.
Leviathan x Reader.
Cw: Rough Sex, Sub!Reader x Sub!Leviathan, failed dom moment, Double Penetration, Levi having two dicks, Creampies, Fem!reader, mentions of a vibrator and a strap.
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You had been skeptical when you first had gotten with Leviathan because you’d known from day one that Leviathan was a sub—the blushing, the squirming, the way a single mention of kissing made him sputter like a broken engine. Adorable, really.
The only problem? So were you.
And you weren’t exactly subtle about it either. Anyone with half a brain could see it from a mile away, which meant you were definitely not equipped to dominate your boyfriend. You both tried anyway, taking turns, but it almost always ended the same: tangled together, whimpering and fumbling in the dark.
Although… there were times it worked out. Somewhat. As much as two subs playing pretend could ever work out.
Like this one time:
Skin slapping skin. Needy gasps mixing with the rhythmic creak of Leviathan’s tub. The room was heated, thick with the smell of sweat and sex that clung to your skin.
You were straddling Leviathan’s lap, both his cocks buried deep inside you, thighs trembling from the effort of riding him. He was flushed all the way down to his pale chest, indigo hair plastered to his forehead as he let out a whiny moan. His own thighs shook as he sloppily thrust up every time you slammed down, the two of you moving in desperate, uncoordinated rhythm.
Smack! Smack!
You whimpered when his dark indigo nails dug into your waist. Your thighs were burning—but it was your turn to try dominating him, so you had to push through. A sharp moan tore from your throat when he threw his head back and jerked his hips up again, the buzzing of the vibrator in his ass a constant reminder that you’d put it there to make him feel even better.
You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked his head toward you—maybe a little too hard, because he gasped and his eyes went wide, which instantly made you feel bad and reminded you that you would suck as a dom—but then your lips crashed together in a sloppy, messy kiss that left you both dazed and panting.
You weren’t even sure how long you’d been riding him. All you knew was that his cocks were twitching, which meant he was close. You’d already come at least twice, his cocks hitting that perfect, sweet spot inside you over and over until the base of his cocks were a creamy, obscene mess.
“Ah—feels so good—faster!” Leviathan whined against your lips, hips jerking up messily, sunset eyes glistening with tears. “I-I’m so close!”
“You—nngh—gross otaku,” you gasped, trying to sound mean but failing spectacularly. “You’re already about to cum? Just from me riding you? That’s… that’s pathetic.”
Fuck, you sucked at this.
But Leviathan groaned anyway, thrusting up even faster, so maybe it didn’t matter.
“Next time,” you panted, barely holding onto that nonexistent thread of dominance that you were trying to manifest, “I’ll just use a strap to fuck you instead of sticking a vibrator in your ass.”
It came out in a syrup sweet voice that sounded like you were begging to get bred, not threatening to ruin him.
And the saddest part? You both knew it was bullshit. You’d tried the strap once. It had not gone well.(Maybe you’d try again someday. Maybe.)
But those seemed to be the magic words, because Leviathan gave a broken sob and his hips jerked up one last time. The vibrator pressed directly against his prostate, making him see stars, and he went so deep that the thick heads of his cocks nudged your cervix. Your eyes rolled back as his cocks throbbed violently, and then he was coming hard, filling you to the brim with hot, sticky ropes of cum.
You ground down slowly, your cunt clenching around him, milking him as the sensation of being so full made you shudder. You were so overstimulated you could barely breathe.
You were both panting as you slumped against him, skin sticky and flushed. The vibrator still buzzed inside him, making him whimper every few seconds as his hips gave little involuntary jerks even as his cocks started to soften.
Squelch. Squelch.
The sound was obscene.
Your face burned at the memory.
But it was fine. Because next session? It was Leviathan’s turn to dominate you. You couldn’t wait for him to tie you to the bed, maybe wrap those long fingers around your throat, whisper all those mean things he was so much better at saying than you were.
You had caught him staring at the silk ropes on his nightstand earlier, that familiar envious glint in his eyes.
Maybe you’d make him a little jealous first. He always got rougher when his sin flared up.
Hellooo! I've been binge reading your stuff lately, and i really love your writing style!
May I request the OM bros with a reader who habitually uses pheromone perfume just because they like the smell? Bc while humans can't smell the horny pheromones (which is why they're scams) I imagine that demons can, not that reader would know
This is so not based on my own bottle of the stuff that I use just because it smells nice, hahaaaa.
It smells like white jasmine and ive gone through half the bottle.
Tsymmm!
⛓️ The Demon Brothers Reacting to MC's Special Perfume ⛓️
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately) | 3.2k words
CW: Pheromones, aphrodisiac mention, possessive behaviour, grinding, switch!MC, sub!Demon bros, m!masturbation, just them acting like freaks, MDNI!
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Lucifer:
⟡ Lucifer is very quick to notice your scent has changed to something much sweeter. He compliments it plainly, making it sound more like an observation. He doesn't dislike the new perfume scent, but there's just something about it that throws him off just slightly.
⟡ When you walk past him in a tight corridor, your body brushing up against his as you part ways, that's when it hits him. Lucifer didn't say anything before just in the rare case he was wrong or if it was just him being drawn to you so easily.
⟡ You give him a smile that makes him weak, only making his blood rush to his face and... down lower fast. This drives Lucifer insane and he instantly whips his head around so you don't catch his flustered expression. He begins to wonder if you used that perfume on purpose, but then he also wonders why he's affected by it so strongly when he's resistant to most lower level magical effects.
⟡ Before you could leave the hallway entirely, he calls out to you. "Where did you get that perfume?" He says coolly, yet there's a distinct note of strain in his tone. You shrug, saying you got it back in one of the markets while you were out with him and that you liked the scent, hoping he didn't have a problem with it.
⟡ But it was in fact the opposite, so Lucifer steps closer towards you, even risking leaning over to smell the perfume at a stronger angle. He lets out an exasperated sigh. He soon explains that it wasn't just an ordinary perfume but laced with pheromones humans cannot smell. You freeze, your face warming up as you look Lucifer up and down, the strain in his posture and voice being much more clear now.
⟡ "I haven't been able to have a single modicum of peace or calm today, and you already know how much restraint I lack." His hand reaches out to grasp your shoulder like he's about to scold you, but the way his fingers dig into your skin even through his gloves tells you that he wants to be the one scolded. His glare says that he wants to punish you, but a much bigger part of him wants you to fuck him until you're satisfied. "So, are you going to do something about it?"
⟡ Your lips quirk upward in a smirk before turning Lucifer back around and heading up to his room, telling him that he can properly enjoy your new scent there. He's straining to keep his grip from getting painful, but his pants were getting painfully tight as well, getting harder to ignore. Lucifer ushers you to quicken the pace before he loses control and decides to take you in the middle of the hallway, right outside Satan's room, actually.
Mammon:
⟡ Mammon notices your perfume's scent, compliments it, and goes on about most of his day as normal. But as time progressed and you got closer and closer to him, he starts to notice the strange effects he's feeling. His heart's racing and his cheeks are red, but he can't hide it anymore, not this late. Mammon decides to check you himself, grabbing you gently and sniffing your neck.
⟡ The blood pumping immediately moves down lower, getting him hard right in the middle of the hallway. "MC, what the hell do ya think yer doing?! Paradin' around the house smelling like this like you're tryin' to seduce everybody?!" He whisper-yells in your ear, trying not to cause a scene and make his predicament worse.
⟡ Your eyes widen in confusion, not understanding what he's talking about. You tell him that you smell normally and that you're unsure of what he's smelling. That's when it clicks. "Dammit, ya went and bought one of those perfume thingies that don't affect humans! That's what ya get for goin' shopping without me!" Mammon hides his face in your collarbone despite only being affected stronger, his expression full of embarrassment.
⟡ At that revelation, you can't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. Mammon grumbles, telling you to stop laughing and do something about his unfortunate predicament. You hold him there for a few more moments before granting him mercy, mainly because he keeps trying to rut against your thighs like he was in heat.
⟡ You drag him into your room and he immediately pounces, not even caring if the door was still wide open. Mammon had to have you, right there. His hands are desperate, full of want and pure lust. He grips at your clothes and whatever skin he can reach. His mouth finds your jaw, planting firm kisses to your chin as he grinds his clothed erection against your mattress.
⟡ "Feel that, huh? You greedy, greedy human, waltzin' around like ya ain't the biggest piece of treasure out there... now ya even smell like one..." He murmurs in your ear, his voice taking on a deeper, huskier tone. As much as he'd love to take the time to savour you and even reprimand you a little, the desire to spill himself inside you takes over entirely.
⟡ Mammon wants to get into the main act as soon as possible, but you can't blame him since he has been slowly going under such a powerful aphrodisiac for so long. The desperation also mixes with his greed, creating a powerful combination that feels like it's preventing him from pulling away from you ever again.
Leviathan:
⟡ The new scent hits him faster than he can see you. Of course Levi finds it pleasant, but he instantly notices how quick it's affecting him, a warmth spreading to his face and lower body. The reaction is immediate as well and he quickly exits his bedroom to track you down. When you turn around to the sound of his footsteps, he's shuffling awkwardly towards you.
⟡ "MC, you... you haven't done anything new with your clothes, have you...?" Leviathan murmurs shyly, a pathetic attempt at small talk. All you had to do was look down and see his weak tries at hiding his erection, he's really bad at hiding it, especially when you're so close by. Not to mention your sweet, delectable scent hanging around the two of you as well.
⟡ You shake your head, a grin on your face. You tease him slightly, asking what exactly is it that's making him so excited, or if he's just that excited to see you right now. Leviathan yelps as if you physically attacked him, but he shakes his head vigorously. "N-No, there's just- just something different about the way you smell. Did you get that super rare, limited edition perfume based off of Rainbow-Chan's final magical girl transformation?! It's supposed to be ridiculously expensive but I think it's worth it, the price compared to-"
⟡ You're quick to shut him up, explaining it was just a regular perfume that you liked since it was subtle and had a bit of a warm aura to it. Leviathan still doesn't believe you, so he leans in to smell you a bit stronger, and he almost immediately regrets how close he got to you. "T-T-T-T-that's not just a-any perfume! N-No way you couldn't smell it at all! Unless... c-c-could it be...?" He mutters under his breath, pacing slightly.
⟡ "It's that weird special scent thingies only demons can smell! Kinda like how certain syrups and foods are aphrodisiacs to one species but not the other!" Leviathan squeaks out that last sentence, realizing his dilemma in his sweatpants and wanting to shrink down and absorb into the floor. Your face in turn also heats up, feeling the embarrassment but also a bit of guilt for walking around the house and turning him on like this unknowingly.
⟡ But you also begin feeling that same heat pool down in your abdomen, and without much thinking, you take Leviathan to your bedroom, explaining that you're going to make up for teasing him relentlessly even if you weren't doing so on purpose. You plop him down on the bed and lock the door, moving closer to him until you're on his side, making him bury his face in your neck to get drunk off the way you smell. Your hand even flies to the bulge in his pants, squeezing and palming him through the thin layers of clothing.
⟡ In response, Levi bites at and sucks on your neck, his heavy breathing coming out in quick, ragged breaths. Your hands were sending shockwaves throughout his body and your new scent was filling his remaining senses, and it did not take long for poor Levi to hit over that edge so soon.
Satan:
⟡ It doesn't take long for Satan to notice something off about your scent, but not in a bad way. He just can't pinpoint what exactly he's feeling that's wrong about the new perfume you used. He discreetly follows you around as usual, offering help with chores and bringing you water for when you need it.
⟡ But there's a time where he's got you settled in his armchair, reading your assignment aloud to him since you were struggling with a particular passage. You turn your head to ask him what the question is asking of you, but he's dead silent. Satan's grip suddenly changes, moving from your waist to your chest and abdomen. The effects hit him like a tsunami, yet he finds himself coming back for more.
⟡ He resists the urge to bury his nose in your neck, causing you to glare at his strange behaviour. "MC... I- I don't know what's wrong with me, usually I can compose myself while you do homework on my lap, but I'm sorry, I'm just too distracted to help you right now. You smell... sweet. Sweeter than you should be smelling normally."
⟡ You try to explain to him that it's just an average perfume for humans, but he shakes his head. He recalls the time when you two went down into town and he bought you the perfume you kept eyeing in one of the windows. He must've been distracted somehow when reading the effects of the perfume, and now here the two of you are.
⟡ Your face heats up when you realize you've just been dosing him in these pheromones for so long AND you're sitting directly in his lap. You shift to turn around properly to see his face and body, which in turn made you grind against his crotch, a noise of desperation coming from the usually composed demon.
⟡ "MC, you need to get this assignment done, haaah... Lucifer's going to punish us if we slack off now- mmph!" Satan hisses weakly, but he finds himself too distracted to even speak clearly. "This is your doing, MC. If you're going to do something about it, do it properly." He murmurs into your neck before tilting his head up and lightly biting the shell of your ear.
⟡ You glare at his impatience, but you indulge anyways. The assignment drops to the floor as you move around in his lap, shifting until you get into a comfortable position. His hard-on is impossible to ignore, so you get a little rough with him to earn more of those little whines he does. Satan nearly cries when you grind against him at an already punishing pace, his fingernails clawing at the armrest as he unsuccessfully tries to resist your new scent and ends up spilling himself in his jeans.
Asmodeus:
⟡ Asmodeus' reaction is practically instantaneous when you walk past him with the perfume sprayed on, and he mewls in delight, chasing you down to compliment the smell. He loves how it fits you perfectly, and that the added pheromones was such a delicious touch. But he tilts his head in confusion when you look just as baffled. He quickly drags you to his bedroom and plops you down on his bed so the others can't see or smell you as well.
⟡ You explain that you thought it was just some regular human perfume that only smelled sweet and subtle, but Asmodeus shakes his head, stifling a giggle. "No dear, it must be one that humans can't smell, as I find it intoxicating, more than you already are." He guides your hands to wrap around his neck so he can bury his face in your collar.
⟡ "Well now, on purpose or not, I think we must do something about this delicious ache I'm feeling, hm?" Asmo's hands wander your body, gripping your clothes as he drives himself insane by your perfume. "We have time, don't we? Beel's in the kitchen, Lucifer's suffocating himself in his work, and the others are sleeping away peacefully. I think there's more than enough time for you to reap what you sow."
⟡ You chuckle weakly as his lips on your neck interrupt you with a moan. You move to straddle his hips, pushing him down so you could brace yourself to grind on him. Asmodeus lets out an angelic sigh, pulling you down harder on him that's much less graceful than what's normal for him.
⟡ "I apologize for the brutishness, MC, but I must have you, the fire burning within me needs to be quenched. Immediately." You can't help but laugh softly, removing your clothes to make it easier. Climbing off him, you dress yourself down to just your undergarments.
⟡ "Ah ah ah, allow me. After all, I'm the one who dragged you to my room as if I was a beast in heat ready to pounce." He still manages to purr, despite the clear strain in his voice. Asmo pushes you down to lie on your back so he can settle between your legs. His fingers are still so careful and attentive, watching for each reaction as he grips your thighs and sides, even massaging and squeezing at your chest, putting considerable pressure in the erogenous zones to make you gasp. At this rate, you'll be the one begging for his touch more than he is for you.
Beelzebub:
⟡ Beel notices you smell nice and sweet, enough to make him hungry, which is pretty normal for the Avatar of Gluttony's standards. But he does notice the more that he smells you, the hungrier he gets and the harder it is to pull away from you. Poor Beel tries to eat more and more, hoping it quells the ache building in his stomach, but it only makes him crave you more.
⟡ He's very blunt when questioning you, straight up asking how you smell so good and why he can't stop thinking about eating you... and doing other things to you. You laugh softly, asking him if a simple scent like vanilla is enough to rile him up. However, Beel shakes his head and leans in to inhale your scent again. His heart stops.
⟡ "That is not vanilla. Or at least, not just vanilla. It smells like- I dunno, but it's... making me hungrier than normal. Just one taste..." Beelzebub moves to lean in towards your face, kissing you softly, almost hesitantly. He instantly apologizes before hiding his face against the crook of your neck.
⟡ Of course, he only gets a bigger taste of your new scent, driving him to start scraping his teeth on your skin carefully like he's trying extract the perfume out of you. His hands were getting confused and he wasn't sure what to do with them, so Beel has to settle for squeezing your waist tight, his hands squeezing you tight enough to nearly glue you to the floor.
⟡ "M'so sorry, MC... I-I'm not sure what came over me..." Beelzebub rasps weakly when he pulls back from your neck. The withdrawal was almost enough to get him to dive right back in, but he at least wanted to know if you wanted to continue as much as he did. "Y-You don't have to continue, just-"
⟡ You shut him up with a fierce kiss, enough to elicit a surprised gasp from the usually impassive Avatar of Gluttony. Poor Beel's usually so composed and waits to take you in private as well, but he quickly grabs you and plops you down on the counter, wanting to taste you right there, not caring if the door was fully closed at this point.
⟡ "I'm going to enjoy this, more than any meal I could ever have in the next 500 years, no, 5000 years..." Beel groans against your skin, his hands roaming lower to grip your thighs, holding your legs apart just enough for him to stand between them.
Belphegor:
⟡ Belphie's already clingy and attached to you, so he noticed your new smell almost immediately, and when he noticed what it really smelled like, he squeezed you tighter, wanting more of this new scent. You two would be cuddling on his bed or on the sofa in an empty room and he buries his face in your chest or collarbone, grinding his hips against your leg subtly as he tries to calm himself down.
⟡ You notice the movements and the way his breath catches, but this behaviour was still pretty normal for Belphegor, so you don't mention anything yet. However, his cute little noises become more desperate and whiny. He sounds frustrated as he finally speaks up. "Hnngh, why do you smell so good..." He slurs his words, feeling immensely sleepy yet horny. But his state would be better described as drunk off of you and your scent.
⟡ You tell him that it's just the new perfume you got, but Belphie grunts in response, sounding as if he's in disbelief. "No, nonono, s'more than that..." He shifts positions, using his sleepiness as a diversion so he can pin you underneath him, his hands holding your wrists beside your head.
⟡ Belphie leans in against your neck to deeply inhale before letting out a groan. "Yeah. That's an aphrodisiac you got. Don't tell me you 'accidentally' bought it as an excuse to rile me up like this." You swear that it was an accident and that you didn't notice anything suspicious about it other than how much sweeter it did smell. Belphie huffs, still a bit suspicious.
⟡ "Ugh, it's probably one of those things that only affect demons. But this is still your fault!" He motions to his pants, pressing his clothed erection more firmly against your thigh. "And the fact that any of my brothers could've walked in and smelled you, that's so annoying..." Belphegor dives in for your neck, peppering your skin with rough kisses and soft bites that barely manage to not break skin.
⟡ When you look over and see the door, it's slightly ajar. You warn Belphie that anyone could just waltz in and see this, but it only fuels him further. "So? Let them get jealous, let them smell you but see that only I can have you." His voice is a low purr, his lips moving up to your jaw and cheeks, kissing and nibbling gently on your skin.
⟡ He tries his best to sound domineering, but every time the fabric of his own pants rubs against his erection, he lets out a soft sob. You decide that he'll get nowhere close to the result he wants, so you flip him back over, settling beside him so you can palm him roughly through his clothes. Belphie lets out a hiccupping sob of relief, thanking you profusely for the added contact.
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I'm back!!! I'll try to post more consistently but I'm getting back into some other animes I like (╥﹏╥)
hihi! this is my first time requesting smth (T_T) i wus wondering if you could do what their first time "sleeping" w their lover wuld be like with levi, beel, n satan from obey me? (*_*)
Their first time with you ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆
ft: Leviathan, Beelzebub, & Satan x gn!reader
LEVIATHAN
❀ Levi is SO nervous. This isn’t just his first time with you, it’s his first time ever.
❀ That being said, you would definitely have to be the one to initiate it. While binging TSL together in your room, all it takes is for you to cuddle a little too close to him and suddenly he’s hardening in his pjs.
❀ Don’t be surprised if he passes out the second you take your shirt off. He’s a blushing mess, eyes wide and darting all over the room like he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or lean closer.
❀ And if you tease him? Maybe some grinding on the obvious tent in his pants and sucking on his neck? Oh, he’s coming in his favourite boxers with an embarrassed but pleased gasp of your name.
❀ He is SO loud, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his mouth when you finally sink down onto him, riding him while he buries his face in your neck.
❀ Has no clue where to put his hands, would let you guide them wherever you want. Would let you use him however you want, completely fine with being overstimulated if it meant you felt good.
❀ I actually feel like he would know how to please a partner surprisingly well for his first time (probably from reading some freaky ass stuff….), he knows to angle his hips a certain way so that he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
❀ Again, just wants to make his favourite person feel good. Would die from embarrassment on the spot if you pointed this out, though.
BEELZEBUB
۶ৎ As the tallest out of all of the brothers, it’s common knowledge that Beelzebub is big.
۶ৎ So really it’s hardly a surprise that he has an equally large dick, just to be proportionate! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
۶ৎ Ever the gentle giant, Beel decides to prepare you to take him by eating you out. He just gets a little distracted in the process and instead eats you out for hours in the sloppiest, filthiest way you’ve ever experienced.
۶ৎ He pulls orgasm out of orgasm out of you, holding you down with his massive hands splayed over your thighs when you try to squirm away from the overstimulation.
۶ৎ The idea of fucking you is long gone from his brain, happy to spend eternity between your legs. Beel could seriously cum from the taste of you on his tongue alone.
۶ৎ Lost in the sauce would be an understatement. His sounds are almost animalistic, deep grunts muffled by the sloppy sounds your messy eater is making during his feast.
۶ৎ By the time he finally lets up you’re so fucked out that you just lay there in a daze as he leans over you, pupils blown and a mess of drool and juices dripping down his chin. He gives you puppy eyes like he wants to ask for ‘just one more time’ (aka ten), but instead asks if it was good.
۶ৎ With your hair a mess—drool dry on your chin and eyes glazed over as you stare into space—you feel like you don't even need to answer that yes, yes it was good.
SATAN
❥ Now with how much Satan reads, I seriously think he’s a romantic. At least some of those books have got to be romance novels that he can’t help but fantasize about recreating with you.
❥ Your first time together is nothing short of sweet. He wants to show that he loves you, with that passionate look in his eyes that tells you you’re in for a long night.
❥ He guides you through it with a gentle dominance, you on your back on the bed while he traces over your body like he wants to commit your form to memory.
❥ He’s the type to be genuinely insulted if you hide your sounds from him. He wants to be gentle with you for your first time, but he will play dirty and edge you until your sweet voice is begging for him.
❥ He wouldn’t make much noise himself since he wants to hear you, but would talk you through it the whole time.
❥ His low voice whispers encouragements in your ear, telling you to take it or asking if you want it faster, harder, whatever you need; your perfect boyfriend will provide.
❥ His aftercare is top notch, massaging ointments into your sore muscles and hand feeding you your favourite snacks like you were a monarch. Besides, with how you have him wrapped around your finger, you might as well be.
a/n: tysm for the request !! I I’m sorry I took so long getting this out, life has been so busy .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
