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
he's the avatar of pride, he wants to claim what's his as his
it's not even sexual sometimes, the time he spends marking you up much deeper and more intimate
sometimes he gets embarrassed when his brothers or Diavolo point out the dark spots all over your neck, sometimes he gets smug; it depends on his mood and who's teasing him
feels at ease whenever you show them off
receiving:
nowhere visible
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he does let you mark him if you want to, though
enjoys that you want to claim his body as yours
usually happens during sex/foreplay and he finds it very endearing
sometimes just looks at them in the mirror and feels loved
Mammon:
giving:
it just happens
wherever his lips are, hickeys are bound to happen
he's so greedy, he can't get enough and his lips translate that desperation into beautifully crimson marks on your skin
he fucking loves looking at them, feeling proud and accomplished and shy because he barely remembers making them
doesn't mind any teasing about them on you
receiving:
not the biggest fan but he just can't say no to you
so shy and red and embarrassed when you mark him up
he loves the way they look on him and sometimes finds himself tracing them and zoning out
they make him feel loved <3
almost drops dead from embarrassment when someone points them out on him
there is a small part of him that's proud of them though
Leviathan:
giving:
meh
he's way too insecure
constantly asks if he's doing it right and later complains that his hickeys have weird shapes and look off-
he's way way way too in his head about the whole thing
therefore hates when people see the hickeys on you because he believes everyone's judging his... hickey-skills
receiving:
so shy about it and so very squirmy when you mark him
almost passes when you mark his thighs
can not bear to look at them there, instantly and painfully turned on at the reminder of where your lips had previously been
kind of digs the look but doesn't like others pointing it out too much
so he prefers when your marks are someplace he can hide under clothes
Satan:
giving:
usually doesn't mean to mark you, it just happens
he's so into it, so into you, he barely registers the marks blooming along the trail his lips pursue
proud of them when he notices them afterward
kind of teases you about them but wears a small blush himself while doing so
for some reason, your hips are the part of your body that he marks the most
receiving:
craves them sometimes but doesn't know exactly why
doesn't like them too much up on his neck
the lower, the better, actually
likes especially when you take your time really claiming his body
his fav form of foreplay
secretly makes pics of the marks you leave on him and looks at them when he misses you
Asmodeus:
giving:
hickeys are like his fav thing ever
doesn't cover you in them, he thinks that looks tacky
just leaves maybe one or two small ones carefully placed on your neck
they usually don't happen in sexual contexts either, just during make-outs or cuddles
so so so proud of them and loves pointing them out in front of other people
receiving:
very particular with their placements
sometimes asks you to give him one because it matches his outfit
takes several pictures of especially cute hickey arrangements and posts them
will complain if you leave an "unaesthetic" hickey in the heat of the moment
loves loves loves when people point them out
Beelzebub:
giving:
another one where it happens without realizing
his mouth just gets too eager, too ravenous, too hungry sometimes
the type to apologize for them afterward
gets shy when he sees them on you but also can't quite take his eyes off of them
thinks they suit you, but he's not over the top into them
receiving:
indulges you if you really like them
but he doesn't have a particular preference
does enjoy how intimate he feels when you mark him up
thinks they look nice but again, not a necessary accessory
also doesn't mind if people point them out, very casual about it
Belphegor:
giving:
honestly too tiresome
tries it once or twice but quickly realizes they're not worth the trouble
likes how they look on you and places them on very obvious spots
proud when people point them out
might get over his laziness when he feels particularly jealous/possessive
receiving:
doesn't have a certain opinion on it
finds it slightly soothing when you take your time marking his body
doesn't enjoy it as foreplay too much, he's too impatient for that
it's better as a casual act of intimacy or as a part of aftercare affection
couldn't care less if others see them but enjoys looking at them himself
EATING YOU OUT
ft. lucifer, mammon, leviathan (obey me!) x female! reader
⟢ content warnings separate nsfw scenarios!, sub! reader, oral (fem receiving), dacryphilia (?), edging, overstimulation, face-sitting, fingering. minors do not interact.
satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor
reupload from my old account ☻
— lucifer.
“agh- lucifer...!”
he pulled away from your cunt as you whimpered, yet another ruined orgasm.
“what is it? i didn't tell you to cum yet. you're so impatient.” he smiled, seeing the tears running down your face from all the edging. he leaned into your cunt again and sucked on your clit, making you squirm. he had to use his hands to put you in place as he shook his head.
“p-please, please!” you sobbed.
he looked at you with half-lidded eyes, “be a little more patient, darling. i'll tell you when you're allowed to cum. do you understand?”
— mammon.
“shh, wouldn't want anyone to hear ya moaning.” he whispered teasingly, looking up at you before he continued to eat you out. he held your thighs tightly and pulled you closer to his face.
you grinded onto him, whining, “i-it’s too much, mammon! i’m gonna—“
he hummed when your legs started shaking, “that’s it, give it to me.”
you climaxed once again as you cried out his name. after, he gently licked your pussy to clean you up. he chuckled when you twitched a little, knowing you were probably too sensitive from the overstimulation.
“heh, you’re always so good for me…”
— leviathan.
“oh, levi— fuck!” you moaned out, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit while he fingered you was too much for you.
you arched your back as your hands reached for his hair and gripped it, closing your eyes from the pleasure.
“levi— ah, please!” you begged, although you weren’t sure what you were even begging for.
he scoffed, his fingers’ movements growing faster. “if you’re gonna cum, then do it.” as your orgasm washed over you, he sucked on your folds, cleaning you up.
after that, he pulled away with a smug smile, “my good girl. round 2?”
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.”
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The Goth Boyfriend is that one that sticks out the crowd like a sore thumb; with his darker-than-my-soul clothing that seems to suck all the light out the room but that you can easily spot even from miles away.
The Goth Boyfriend is that one, whom, when told why he dresses like he’s attending a funeral he answers—“‘Cause everyday in this life is a funeral, plus I don’t give a fuck of what you think.”; he knows people give him side eyes wherever he goes, truth be told he can’t be bothered what faceless slaves of modern society think of his looks, he’s busy enough living this life.
The Goth Boyfriend is that one that sits in the very back of the room during every lecture, headphones on with metal music blasting and hood perpetually covering his eyes; it seems like he doesn’t pay any attention yet during exams he always pass with flying colors, as a demonstration that he has the potential but doesn’t want to apply himself outside the bare minimum.
The Goth Boyfriend is that one whom you ask for tutoring and he accepts with a deep and long sigh—“I’m only doin’ this so you’ll stop annoyin’ me.” so he says; in reality he’s the best teacher one could ask for, patiently explaining each section you got stuck on and even giving you pointers to help you understand better.
The Goth Boyfriend is that one that doesn’t really get invited to parties but is there like he spawned automatically on that one spot on the sofa and nobody really seems to notice or care; he sits there, red cup of alcohol in hand not interacting with anyone but still keeping a close eye on you, even through the crowd, scaring off any guy that dares approach you with just one sharp look.
The Goth Boyfriend treats any other human being like they have the plague, either ignoring them or telling them to fuck off his personal space; but doesn’t have any problems putting his arm on your shoulders, or circling your waist to keep you close when in public.
The Goth Boyfriend is a certified virgin yet he exudes experience with every word he whispers in your ear, every touch he leaves on your skin, every movement of his hips; he’s passionate and rough, degrades you just right only to make you cum so deliciously hard on his fingers and tongue—you stare at him baffled when he says that was his first time having sex, only for him to add he has too much liberty on Internet so you better be prepared.
The Goth Boyfriend is a Dom at heart; he loves seeing your skin flushing red when he spanks the living out of your ass, loves ramping up the speed of your vibrator randomly when you two are at a party, only to see him smirk against the rim of his cup.
The Goth Boyfriend enjoys being a fucking menace; pulling you in the nearest empty classroom or bathroom stall and pound your brains out, making you late to class, taking you from behind in the campus library, hidden between the shelves, as he makes it utterly impossible not to moan outloud.
The Goth Boyfriend once he’s gotten a taste just simply can’t get enough of you anymore.
The campus was chaotic as per usual, with its indistinct chatter of students. The courtyard was crowded with young adults who had just emerged from their lectures, each of them grouped in their own category—from the jocks coupled to the flashy cheerleaders, the nerdy computer and video game fanatics, to the category least approached by other students: the goths. Recognizable by their long hair dyed black, their clothes decorated with skulls and studs and the countless piercings and tattoos that covered centimeters of skin, strictly of a ghostly pale color.
It was among the category just mentioned that a guy walked away, not a word spelled to his group of so-called friends—misfits could be a better term; his back hunched and his steps shuffling as if it was too much effort for him to walk normally. Hand in hand with a preppy girl—A-line skirt, neat shirt and cardigan with a monotonous pattern—they headed towards one of the now empty classrooms; the other students were too busy with their conversations to pay attention to that strange pairing.
It was only once the classroom doors were closed, and the annoying chatter of the corridors isolated, that the two’s lips collided in a hungry kiss—his lips chapped and with the fresh taste of nicotine on his tongue, hers painted with abundant and sticky cherry flavored gloss.
“God, I needed this,” he said, his voice dry and thick with desire. “More than your beloved joints?” she replied, snatching another kiss from those very inviting lips.
“The taste of your lip gloss is the best kind of drug there is. Plus it’s free.”
“I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended,” you giggled, no real malice behind your words. He snorted in response. “You can worry about semantics later, smartass, the bell certainly doesn’t wait for your convenience. Now open your legs.”
He lifted you with no effort until you rested on the edge of the desk, him already on his knees, kissing and licking and nibbling every inch of your thighs. His slender fingers hooked the elastic of the pretty cotton panties, sliding them down your legs. Your breath hitched, a moan muffled behind your knuckles.
His head hidden in the folds of your skirt, his breath hot on your lips.
A peck. Then a kiss. Then a fat stripe with his tongue along the slit. Eating out your pussy greedily. Feverishly—like a prisoner granted his last meal. Your free hand closed around his locks—were they dyed or natural?—you didn’t have enough functioning brain cells to ask him. His teeth nibbled your clit, like a candy, rousing a surprised squeak from you, before he started sucking on it.
The slurping sounds he emitted while eating you out were a mix of arousing and indecent—it felt like you muffled moans and whimpers only spurred him to make you actually scream for the whole campus to hear.
His fingers bruised your skin when you closed your thighs around his head, cumming on his face and riding it to get yourself off; the burn in your muscles aching just right. You felt like melting on the desk, panting heavily, breath matching his as he emerged from under your skirt, licking his lips.
He tapped your cheek to make sure you stayed with your eyes open, taunting you with that devilish charming smirk of his. “Don’t pass out on me yet, pretty,” he says with that quiet yet mocking tone. “We’re still not done having fun.”
The clinking of his belt made the hair at the back of your neck rise in anticipation, the blood rushing to your cheeks in seeing his cock out in the open—as if you’re seeing it for the very first time like the pure maiden you no longer are. Your cunny clenches around nothing, impatient like you are to have him inside, and he notices much to his delight. “Eager, are we, princess?” he says, tapping his dick on your entrance just to see your skin jump in expectancy and hear you quietly whine.
God, he’s such a fucking sadist!
“Put it in already!” you whine.
He chuckles. “What’s the magic word?”
“I’ll make the No Nut November hell for you, you big oaf.”
“My, such adorable wording you have, princess.”
A sudden gasp escaped your lips as his tip pushed past your wet lips, stretching your walls so painfully good. A string of moans threatened to escape at the first thrust was it not for his hand—his slender, ink-covered, rough hand—covering your mouth.
He hooked one of your legs on his shoulders, fingertips kneading the flesh, before he placed his index on his lips, signaling for you to be silent as a little mouse.
Such impossible endeavor—his hips snapping against yours, making the desk creak, unholy squelching coming from skin slapping against each other; your muffled moans and his low, contained growls forming a grotesque symphony of pure lust.
Heavens he was so handsome with sweat beading his forehead, his eyes dark with arousal, teeth sinking in the plush of his lip, and with his hand fisted around your cardigan, pulling at it like he wants to rip the damn thing off you.
His pace starts to become erratic, his breath laboured as he pulls you flush against him. He blows his load inside you, the muscles twitching as a low grunt rumbles deep inside his chest. He lets you grind against him, quenching your high, letting you catch your breath before you have to run to your next lecture.
You slap him on his arm—pain he didn’t even feel so much the smack was weak—telling him how much of a pervert he is as he’s busy pulling back up your drenched underwear while you’re still leaking his cum.
“Quit complainin’ and start runnin’ or you’ll be late again,” he says, giving your ass a playful smack. But before you can do that he pulls you flush against him and whispers huskily in your ear: “And be glad I didn’t have much time today to ruin you, or you wouldn’t have been able to even walk to class if I did.”
He gave a squeeze to your breasts and a promise for a second round after he finishes with his own classes, letting you run to your lecture that has probably started by now. You flip the bird at him and he replies only with a smirk of his, meaning he doesn’t give a fuck about your threats and complaints.
God, he can be such a jerk at times!
But you would be lying if you’d say you don’t love him and that smirk of his.
