"uh- uh-huh..." he nods vigorously when you ask him if he wants to cum again, his tummy already covered in his own white, sticky cum. beads of it roll down his sides and onto the sheets, leaving a mess that you slowly lick up with your tongue.
"ahhhh~!" he moans loud as he watches you do it, his hands clenching into fists where they lie handcuffed above his head and against the bed frame.
"are you sure? you're already such a mess, baby." you ask, your hands moving up and down his hips slowly, your tip still in his red, raw hole. it was surely bruised at this point from how much he had been demanding you keep going--begging for your brutal touch to continue until he couldn't cum anymore. he had more to give, you just weren't sure how much more before he passed out, then again, maybe that was what he wanted.
his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he exposed his neck to you again, silently begging for more love bites to litter his skin. even his eyes looked like they had little hearts in them, so love-drunk on he pleasure you were giving him he didn’t care if his body was ruined afterwards so long as he could keep chasing it for a little while longer.
"please~?" he asked in response, his voice so sweet and sincere you can't help but bottom out in him again. his hole clenched desperately around your length despite how loose you thought it'd be by now. your darling lets out a loud, high pitched, happy whine, pushing his hips back against yours as best he can in his bound position.
he smiles, biting his lip and looking up at you with a smugness that would be more prominent if he wasn't on his 4th orgasm. he knows you love his insatiable appetite, knows you love him more than anything, and knows you'll give him whatever he wants.
you tsk, glaring down at him even as an incredulous smirk is growing on your lips, "greedy slut." you lean down to whisper the words and his legs come up to wrap around your waist, forcing you closer to him.
"yours. only yours." he mumbles against your lips, kissing you with so much need and desire that you'd think he hadn't seen you for a year.
you scoff, "fucking better be how long it's gonna take me to wash these sheets."
he whimpers as you chuckle, his smugness dying down as he kisses you harder, with more urgency. his greedy ass clenches around you, his walls tightening to try and pull you deeper--pull you deep enough that you'll say something sweet to him. part of him loved when you teased him, but the shyer part was so embarrassed that it only wanted your praise and agreement of how much you adored him.
you groan and thrust harder into him, giving your sweet slut what he wants as you whisper, "yes, only mine," against his neck.
his legs squeeze your sides tighter and he gasps, eyes rolling back and entrance holding you hostage deep inside of him as he releases again. his dick squirts hot, sticky cum over both your stomachs again and this time you don’t even care about the stains that will no doubt be in the blankets later.
this time, he finally seems to be getting tired as he pants, wrists tugging on his restraints weakly again as he mumbles, "hold..."
you quickly undo the handcuffs, pulling his tired arms over your shoulders and rolling onto your back, dragging him on top of you. he nuzzles into you like a fucking bunny, not even caring about his cum that he's practically lying in.
"you're gonna clean this up for me, yeah?" you ask, already bringing two of your fingers--dripping with his cum--to his pouty, wet lips.
he nods, obediently opening his mouth and taking your fingers inside, licking them like a professional porn star. his eyes stay tracked on yours as his tongue curls around your digits, sucking gently and going so deep he gags.
you're the one who has to pull away for him to stop, a thin string of saliva connecting your fingers to his lips.
"good boy." you whisper, already scooping up more cum to deliver to him like it was dessert after such a gluttonous dinner. and he'll drink it all back up if it means you'll let him squirt it onto you again later when he's more rested.
ranpo, MAMMON, asmodeus, SHIGARAKI, gojo, douma, kaveh, YOUR FAVS <3
a/n: yes, i'm still procrastinating requests i swear they're coming... eventually...
Content includes: Heavy sexual topics, Omega/Alpha dynamic, Sub!Douma, Dom!Reader, Marking, Male heat cycles, Somewhat rough sex (Douma receiving), Mean!Reader, Douma has a pussy and reader has a dick.
Extra: This is set in the Omegaverse but will have absolutely no non con or dub con as many fics in this sub genre have. This is 100% consented to by both parties.
Extra Extra: I’m down HORRENDOUSLY for omega Douma.. Y’all got no idea Istg. 😭
Usually Douma is completely on top of his heat cycles, but this one had hit him suddenly and without warning. It made him cancel his evening prayer session so he could lock himself in his room and quite literally fling himself onto his king sized bed. His normally pale cheeks were flushed red as sweat rolls down his forehead and neck. He squirmed pitifully on the deep red comforter, struggling to get his clothes off. When he finally managed to get his clothes off he instantly felt slick dripping down his inner thigh.
His whimpers were muffled as he bit into the blankets, not wanting someone to hear him while another strong wave of heat rolled through his body. He shuddered pathetically, not able to keep his pheromones in check like he normally could.
“W-what’s wrong with me.. Why is this so sudden..” He thought to himself while weakly grabbing onto the blankets. He reached his fingers down to his already sopping pussy and began to quickly finger himself, trying to get some relief. His legs shake badly while he shudders involuntarily. His fingers curled inside of himself as he thrusted them directly into his g-spot. He bit back moan after moan as he felt himself growing closer to his climax. Slick gushed out as he picked up his pace even more. At this point his blonde hair was sticking to his forehead and his face was flushed red.
After what felt like forever he finally climaxed, releasing all over his fingers. He expected that it should quell his heat for at least a little bit, but he was surprised when the feelings didn’t die down at all. He shuddered after feeling another wave of heat roll over his body. Tears pricked at his kaleidoscope colored eyes as he closed them tightly.
Suddenly, he could feel a presence somewhere in his temple. Whoever it was, they were getting closer and closer to his room. Douma sucked in a shaky breath, whoever this was was clearly a Demon Slayer. This was exactly what he didn’t need, and he wasn’t sure if he could kill the slayer because of the state he was in. He shook slightly, not out of fear but out of… excitement? The slayer they were an alpha. His heightened senses could feel it, it was making him release even more pheromones to try and draw them in, which was not going to help.
Suddenly, the door was flung open, revealing the slayer. You had beautiful h/c hair and sharp e/c eyes. You stopped momentarily and inhaled sharply at the sweet scent quite literally seeping from Douma. He blinked his rainbow eyes pitifully at you, a pout forming on his lips.
“Please… Can you help m-me..” Douma slurred out, already shifting to try to get closer to you. You were currently fighting back against your instincts that were telling you to tend to the omega. You blinked when you felt yourself being pulled closer to the bed by icy vines however your instincts were keeping you from trying to fight back and leave. When you were close enough to the bed the vines vanished and you were met by Douma desperately clinging to your waist, rubbing his cheek against you. You let out a shaky sigh but despite yourself, rubbed his head. Douma let out a loud whine at the friction, despite how small it was.
“Mm.. th-that feels good..” Douma murmurs softly, pulling you closer to him. He eventually gets you to sit on his bed while he hugs you tightly.
“I remember you.. You were the o-one who..” He swallows thickly before continuing. “Walked me home.. and gave me a.. a bracelet.” This was in fact true, the two of you had crossed pathed only two days ago. You had been sent to the area because of disappearances that were rumored to be caused by a demon. You were unable to sense the fact that he was a demon at that time and had offered to escort him home after talking with him for some time. You had given him a simple bracelet made out of silver braided thread and a metal feather charm before bidding him farewell. However, right before you disappeared into the night, you had given him a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Despite Douma being known for being emotionless, he had gotten a strange tingle in his chest before his face heated up. He couldn’t keep you off his mind after that.
“Pl-please.. I know you’re a slayer, Y/n-san.. But please..” Douma begged you quietly, desperately needing your attention. You were fighting with yourself on whether or not to kill him and be done with it or actually listen to his pleas. A soft pout was seen on his face as his bottom lip trembled, tears pooling in his rainbow eyes. He was just too pretty to resist…
“My my, Douma..” You say in a low tone as you move your hands to hold onto his shoulders. The mere contact makes him whimper loudly. You lay him down on his back before positioning yourself above him. He shivered, looking up at you with hopeful eyes while spreading his legs to get you enticed. You let your hand drift to cup his cheek and weren’t surprised when the demon instantly leaned into the touch. He let out a pitiful sound, trying desperately to get you to fuck him senseless.
“Y/n-san you’re so pretty!.. Please please fill me up, I need you, Y/n-san..” Douma begs again, not caring that he was acting absolutely desperately because quite frankly, he was desperate for the attention of this alpha, you. You move your hands to start rubbing the sides of his torso carefully, enjoying how he jumped at every little touch. He was already extremely sensitive just with a couple touches.
“Very well.. Try anything and I’ll leave, or better yet, kill you. Got it, demon?” You ask in a soft tone that made chills go down Douma’s spine. He nodded furiously, and shakily lifted his hands to hold your face, wanting to kiss you. You let him do as he pleased for now. The kiss was sloppy but deep and passionate, Douma’s slightly cold tongue twirled with yours and licked all around your mouth as he gripped your face with his shaky hands. You kissed him back, your hands gripping his cheeks tightly. Eventually he pulled back and coughed from lack of air, he turned his head to the side and left his neck exposed.
He squeaked in surprise when he felt you kissing his neck and let out a sharp gasp as you bit down on the sensitive skin. You bit his neck hard but not hard enough to draw blood as you didn’t want to accidentally turn yourself into a demon. Douma squirmed and tried pushing you slightly. You however had none of this and promptly pinned his wrists above his head with a fluid motion. He let out a whine at the action.
“I’m sorry! ‘M sorry! Pl-please let me hold you! Please, please Y/n-san! I-I can’t..” Douma sobs out, tears spilling out of his rainbow eyes, making his flushed cheeks wet. You blinked in surprise and raised an eyebrow.
“Please don’t be mean, I can’t take it! I can’t take it if you’re mean..” He whines while his bottom lip trembles. You let his wrists go and watch with a chuckle and a smirk as he immediately clings to you. He shifts his hips up and wraps his legs around your waist, rubbing up against your still clothed cock. You can feel how absolutely wet he is, slick still dribbling out. You let these sensations go straight to your dick and you feel yourself growing hard.
With a grumble you push Douma back down on the bed and shift down so your head is in between his legs. He lets out a loud whine when he feels you rip his underwear off, leaving him completely naked now. You lean in and kiss all around his dripping cunt, making him whimper slightly.
“Pl-please…” He mumbles out in a lustful tone. He shifts his hips up, trying to get you to do something but much to his annoyance you move your face away. Just as he’s about to say something else you promptly give him a smack right on his slit. This makes him let out a quiet scream, legs shaking badly.
“Y-Y/n-san!” He cries out, trying to close his legs. You don’t let him however and give his slit another smack. He moans and throws his head back.
“Aw does that hurt? For an upper ranking demon you’re surprisingly weak.” You say in a low tone. Douma whimpers at your words and lets out a sob. He was acting as if he was under an aphrodisiac with how sensitive he is. His bottom lip trembles and he lets out another pathetic but breathy moan.
“Please..” He murmurs, his rainbow eyes are unfocused and cloudy with tears. He shakes his head, trying to clear the heat induced mist from his brain while reaching up for you.
“Kiss..?” He says in a soft way. If you knew better you would almost think he was embarrassed to ask for such a thing. However nonetheless you leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Douma moans in delight and wraps his legs around your waist for the second time that night. You pull back and watch in amusement as he lets out several loud pants, cheeks flushed even more.
You shift back down so your face is between his legs yet again, making Douma’s breath hitch in excitement. With a quick movement you dive into his dripping cunt with your tongue. He chokes out several loud moans as you eat him out in a savage way, lapping at all the slick he produces. The omega is whining loudly, gripping the sheets as hard as he can which causes them to rip.
"Y-Y/n-san!" He cries out while his thighs squeeze your face. You could feel him clenching around your tongue, signifying he was close. You made no move to stop him, after all he was in heat and while you were a sadist you weren’t that cruel. His back arches prettily off of the blankets as he orgasms, painting your face with his release. Douma pants loudly and lets out quiet whimpers. You merely chuckle and lick his juices from your face, looking him in the eyes all the while. You can see his blush deepen at the action before he tries to hide his face in the pillows.
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Douma lets out heavy and shallow pants, his body shivering and twitching from ever touch you lay across his skin. How many orgasms have you wrung out of him? He lost count after the fourth one. He reaches his shaky hands up, trying to hold your face and invite you in for a kiss, but his arms are too weak, he’s got very minimal energy left in him. However this gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by you and you lean down and press your soft lips against his own.
“Y-Y/n-San… please I can’t.. I can’t take it..” Douma whines to you as you thrust hard and deep into his puffy and abused pussy. His back is in an ever arched position as you continue to rail him into the mattress. The blankets are a mess of his release and slick, though neither of you take any notice of it. You make a tutting sound and continue on.
“Come on.. you wanted me, you wanted me to fuck that sweet pussy of yours and claim it as my own, didn’t you, omega.” You say in a condescending manner. Douma let out another wordless whine, a silent plea if you will.
“No. We aren’t stopping until I’m satisfied.” You tell him as your face turns stern. Your expression made his stomach do flips and he subconsciously spread his legs open just a little more.
quick tease of my next writing because I'll be gone for a while(º>_<) !! please leave comments once it's out I want to know your feedback. be safe, love yall mwah !!♡
