warnings: girldad!adrian!! probably ooc but idc, the girls have nicknames and are nondescript, domesticity, kind of a kid fic but not really, smut (18+ mdni pls), just a cute little quickie, breeding kink, mentions of weight gain, some belly stuff, hints of a scent kink, body worship, biting, praise kink, some l-bombs
word count: 5.2k
synopsis: fatherhood suits him; how could she not want another one?
author’s note: he’s just such a wife guy i need to have his babies, pack his lunch, and choke on his dick yk? i had to include both pics bc just look at him!! ughhhhh pls enjoy xx ellie
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There are very certain phrases, she has found, that she cannot say to Adrian.
On their first date, she made the mistake of telling him that “spiders are scary”. He went on an hour-long tangent about how spiders are the most useful yet underappreciated animals on the planet, not angry and not even condescending, just passionate, informative, and endearing. He acts the same when she tries to disregard an injury or feeling, claiming “it's just a scratch” or “it’s fine” when it clearly is not. He will rant and rave about how she can’t say things like that because then he knows something is off. Just as he knows her, she knows how to mitigate any unnecessary arguments or excessive rantings by avoiding all of the phrases on her ever growing list.
There is one, however, that she has been known to take advantage of before.
This time is not entirely her fault.
That morning, she somehow was able to sleep past seven, something she hasn’t had since the birth of their third, so she knew she would be gluttoned for punishment in return for such peaceful slumber. It comes in the form of their war torn kitchen. Too many halfway used dishes litter the counter, each one dirtier than the one before, and flour coats every surface in a blanket of fallout from her explosive disaster of a husband. There’s a plate with burnt toast that the cats seem to have gotten to, proven by the tiny nibbles taken off the corners, and beside it, an opened jar of jam with impossibly more crumbs than the counters.
At the table, Adrian leans over their two eldest girls as he cradles the youngest’s head, who is swaddled against his bare chest, observing their work over their shoulders, not critiquing, just present and curious. His glasses fall down the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked thanks to the missing screw at the left temple, and he habitually pushes them back in place against his furrowed brow. He shouldn’t look that good with a baby wrapped to his chest, not to mention the bedhead that has a mind of its own, tawny colored curls matted down on the left side while the cowlick at the crown sticks out stubbornly, and a patchy, week old beard that he refuses to shave, insisting that it’s going to be getting fuller any day now.
The space in front of them is just as messy as the kitchen, covered with partially peeled crayons that make the air taste waxy, markers that Adrian swore he got rid of after the incident with the bathroom wall, and half completed coloring pages with jagged etchings like that of contemporary art. Their middle daughter, who they affectionately call Bug for her affinity toward insects, searches the chaos for the perfect color, sifting through sunny yellows that rival her mood and rich burgundies that mirror the tone on Adrian’s pajama pants, until finally deciding on a pale green, a dulled jade drowning in a sea of jewels.
“What’s that color?” Adrian asks innocently. They’ve been trying to get her ready for school next fall. Although, she tends to do the teaching on her own. Both unable and unwilling to grow out of that pesky “why” phase, she’s their curious one, but Adrian handles it with ease; in fact, he’s probably the reason for her inquisitive nature.
“It’s green, dad,” she says obviously.
“Oh, silly me, I must have forgotten again. What about this one?” He holds up a true violet colored pencil.
“P…” She looks at him for confirmation that she’s on the right track, and he nods encouragingly. “Pin… p-plur…” She huffs in defeat.
“You’re close. Purple,” he enunciates slowly.
“Purple! I knew that. Purple, purple…” She repeats it too many times for someone so knowledgeable.
“That looks great, Beanie,” he says to their eldest, who has a rather intense look as she scribbles on her coloring page. The red marker bleeds through the paper, her hand bloodied by the growing wound, each swipe of her hand slicing the blade deeper. Bean, who’s also known as Adrian’s real-life Beanie Baby, is rather selective with words, people, and patience. His wife jokes that he tired her out of conversation in the womb, but he knows that Beanie just takes after her mother, and that makes him love her all the more.
“I like the colors of the sky, so bright and festive.”
“It’s fire. They’re in hell.”
“Oh, well, okay, sweetheart,” his voice slips a little as he holds back laughter. “What’s going on with that guy’s head?”
“They’re cutting it off.”
“And that one?”
“It’s exploding.”
“Yes, I see that, but why?”
“He said something mean.”
“That’s my girl,” he says proudly, patting her shoulder gently, which she accepts with an affectionate huff and a slight perk in her posture. She’s in her independent phase, wanting to do everything on her own; despite her indifferent disposition, she glows under any approval, especially from her parents.
“What’s hell, daddy?” Bug asks curiously.
“Okay, let’s stop saying hell. Your mom will get mad at me if she hears us saying that.”
“You just said it,” Bean argues.
“Beanie got to say it!”
“We each got to say it once, okay? No more. That word can mean lots of things. Remember what I told you about colors? How different looking colors can be the same word? Words are weird like that too. Some words look different but mean the same thing, or one word can mean a bunch of different things.” She nods. “Hell could be a bad word that only adults are allowed to say, so it’s okay that I’m saying it. Please, don’t repeat it. It could also be a place, a bad place. It may be real or not. I don’t know, bug, but apparently, people who think it’s real believe that there’s fire and monsters and bad people.”
“And people get their heads cut off.”
“Bean, please—”
“Or they explode.”
“Why would people want to go there?” Bug asks, horrified.
“You don’t choose to go to hell. They say that if you’re bad, you’ll end up there.”
“I’m not bad,” she says, her voice shrill.
“I know,” he soothes, “like I said, it could be real, or it may not be, but you shouldn’t be nice to people just because you don’t want to go there. You should be nice to people because that’s just the nice thing to do. Remember what mama always says?”
“Adrian, put that away before you kill someone,” Bean recites in an eerily familiar tone.
“No, the other thing: treat people how you want to be treated.”
“Okay,” Bug says conclusively, eased for the time being.
“Alrighty, what do ya think, little ladies? Should we have banana or chocolate chip pancakes?” He leans in closer, careful to watch the baby’s head as he shrinks down to their eyeline, and he whispers like it’s their little secret. “Or should we make both?”
The girls gasp.
“Both? Really?”
“Really, really! Dad’s making breakfast this morning. Anything is possible.”
He moves back to the kitchen, and the girls happily resume their coloring. The morning quiet, softened by Adrian’s humming and hazed with more flour dancing in the air, wraps the family in a warm blanket. Their baby, who’s not such a baby anymore, Babs takes after her father with an innate inability to handle silence. It’s the sweetest thing, finding her wide awake in her bassinet and talking to herself. She does the same in his hold, swaddled protectively against his bare chest, babbling happily under his shadow.
“I know, Babs,” Adrian coos. He squeezes an overly ripe banana into one bowl, not even bothering with unpeeling it entirely, and wipes his hand clean on the baby bjorn after throwing the skin in the bin. His wife scoffs at the sight, recalling an argument about mysterious stains showing up on her things. He stirs the batter too quickly, spilling some onto the counter. The baby has flour on her head and in her eye lashes, and she giggles so sweetly when he wipes it off of her face, only to leave more residue in his wake. “How did you get so messy?”
Babs somehow gets a handful of pancake batter, and when she tries to eat it, right under Adrian’s unsuspecting eyes, his wife decides to intervene. She steps out of the shadowed hallway.
“Hi, what’s going on here?”
“Good morning, mama.”
“Mom! Come look at my picture!”
“Give her a minute, bug. She just woke up. Good morning, sunshine,” he says. “We’re making pancakes.”
“And this one is helping?” She asks teasingly. Babs has mashed bananas on her face, somehow, probably from Adrian’s careless attempt at cleaning up. She takes the baby from him, tucking her in the crook of her elbow. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Ooh, now, I can put on my apron.”
With eternally grubby hands, he unravels the wrap from his chest and skips to the pantry, pulling out the apron she got him as a gag gift. While it was meant as a joke, he cried genuine tears when he unwrapped it. He uses any excuse to wear it, including with nothing underneath, a trick he loves to pull out when he’s pissed her off. Usually, she would comment on how he’s turning into an old man, but something in the air that morning makes her pause. He looks wholesome, flushed with life; she wants to ruin him.
The flannel pajama pants he wears are older than their relationship but are much more worn, thinned out at the seams. They’re much tighter on him, too, compared to when they first got together. At that point, they were masked heroes, too hardened for domesticity, too chaotic for simplicity, too bloodied for normalcy. Those people, now, feel like strangers, a lifetime of fighting washed away with time and love, distant yet never forgotten. She wets a rag and cleans Babs off, finding a seat beside the girls at the head of the table and watching him with warm eyes.
“What are you staring at?” He blushes under her gaze, but he hides it well under a crinkled smile and a diverted gaze, focusing rather intently on the slowly bubbling batter. He flips one too soon, fragile and raw, and it folds in on itself.
“Your cute butt.”
“Mom,” Bean groans, burying her face in her stained hands. “You can’t say that. He’s gonna do his stupid butt dance.”
“Oh? Did I hear a request for my butt dance?” His hips are already swaying.
“No!”
The girls wail, yet he ignores their pleas, sliding his socks along the cool tile. He sings in an obnoxious, whistled tone, and Beanie cups her hands over her ears, refusing to entertain her ridiculous father. His wife, on the other hand, joins him, taking his outstretched hand and dancing circles around their protesting daughters. As Adrian implores her to give him a little twirl, she finds herself laughing freely alongside him, his joy infectious. Their dance soon slows to slurred steps. He grumbles halfheartedly and lets her go, finishing the pancakes only a little more mess while she gathers the girls into each of their chairs, both working in a concerted, temperate flow.
She’s not exactly sure what makes her decide she’s going to ask him that unspeakable question.
Perhaps, it's because of the extra sleep she got that morning, the golden rising sun softening her rational self’s anxieties, or it’s how sweetly he speaks to their girls, answering Bug’s constant questions and commending Beanie’s morbid art work and humming along with Babs’ babbling nonsense. It could be simply because he’s Adrian, the man who was by her side when the world almost ended, who continues to love her more each day. He’s her husband, her partner, her equal, who pulls off that stupid apron infuriatingly well, who, in all of his ridiculousness, is the only person she could imagine living this life with. Maybe, she decides when he looks at her with proud eyes while she dissolves the argument brewing between the two girls and a glitter pen or when he hands her a glass of juice and multivitamins before plating up their daughters’ breakfasts.
Perhaps, she already decided years ago on that first date, when he raved on about cursory convictions and misunderstood creatures, the moment she knew he was something special. Truthfully, the time doesn’t matter because as she watches the man she has the privilege to love cook for her and the family she never knew she needed, she feels certain that she wants to share a million lives with him.
When they get the girls tucked into their respective chairs, he takes a moment to finally give her a kiss, an easy, habitual gesture that leaves her needing more. He’s plating her pancakes when she asks. It’s such a simple resolution, a surprisingly bland breaking point in a life she still doesn’t think she deserves.
“I won’t forget the extra butter this time, you heathen. Do you want blueberries, too?”
She doesn’t answer him, breakfast long forgotten in her wandering mind; instead, she leans into him and whispers the forbidden phrase: “can we have another one?”
That’s how they end up in the spare bathroom, the one tucked in the hallway near the kitchen, used mostly for storing their cleaning supplies and very rarely for guests. His eyes, polished jades blurred behind foggy, smudged glasses, meet hers in the mirror, wanton need palpable in their hurried gazes. They’re pressed against the sink, his front molded to the arch of her back. He barely even tries to untie her robe before giving up, shoving his hands underneath it and around her waist, tucking his flat palm between her belly button and her sleep shorts. Her hips writhe in his hold, grinding fervently against his. Adrian is incoherent, talking so quickly that he can barely breathe, a familiar effect that question has on him.
“God, another one? Really? You’re serious this time? It’s not because you’re ovulating again, right? After the last time you asked me that and then said we should wait a little longer, I cried in the shower for an hour. My heart can’t take the disappointment. Can we really have another? You know you can’t say that to me. I already have ideas for how we can update the nursery. I’m thinking of doing a forest theme this time, with little deer and owls and crows, but not like a scary forest, ya know? I think it will really top the jungle one we did for Babs, plus we’ll only need to repaint the tops of the trees. Two birds, right? Or whatever that saying is. I’ll have to send you my Pinterest board.”
He presses his face in her neck, his words never ceasing, not even when his lips suckle on the skin at the base of her neck. His embrace, his presence, is somehow everywhere, it’s nearly overwhelming. The scent of his familiar shampoo, the same damn fake fruit-scented 3-in-1 that he’s been using since he was a child, and his raw musk, biting from a day's sweat, coddles her in its familiarity. Faintly, she can still smell the complex melody composed of their surely cold breakfast in the air, a symphony of soft sweetness from the bananas and the bitterness from the chocolate. The warmth of his touch surrounds her, his hands grab and massage and feel any piece of skin he can; the sudden cold in the wake of his heat heightens her senses. She melts into him, and he accepts her with ease. She feels his glasses falling into her neck and pushes them back up before he loses them entirely. He doesn’t seem to even notice. He keeps on babbling.
“We also need to get a new bassinet, and this time, we’re getting the one with the turning hanger and the noise machine. I don’t care how expensive it is. Oh my god, I’m so excited. Fuck, I love you. Why are your pants still on, mama?”
“‘Cause you’re not letting me move, you heathen.”
“Oh, sorry, babe,” he says unapologetically, his voice the same even tone that he has when he’s feeling smug. He unwinds his arms from around her but keeps her trapped between himself and the vanity. She wiggles her pants down her legs too slowly in his opinion. “You know you don’t even have to ask me, right? I'd do anything to keep you knocked up all the time.”
He cradles her belly in the same way he always does, at least, ever since the first time she was pregnant. Her skin is malleable in his hold, cushioned and conditioned for protecting their babies; from the velvet stretch marks to the jagged scar at the crux of her softness, he admires her, savoring the weight of her in his hands, cradling her like she’s a miracle to worship. He sinks his teeth into the meat of her shoulder, eyes fluttering closed at the sound of her divine sighs.
“Yes, I’m aware,” she says breathily, her voice slipping when his teeth catch a particularly tender spot. He tugs her robe off when she finally frees the knot, leaving her in an old tee.
“It’s not, like, a possessive thing. I mean, yeah, it’s super hot knowing that you’re carrying my baby, but what I really love is watching your body change. I love being there with you, feeling you grow. You’re so soft and warm and motherly, and you carry my babies so beautifully.” It doesn’t feel beautiful sometimes, especially not during the morning sickness phase or when she hits the later stages, where the weight makes even breathing feel unbearable, but having him there beside her makes every ache and pain worth it. “Remember with Babs? When I told you to take that pregnancy test, I was right! That morning, you just had this look, this softness, like—”
“—like Mother Nature herself.” She has heard this a million times.
“Yes, exactly, you looked like a goddess. You were glowing, I swear I’ve never seen you more beautiful, and my god, your breasts are so—”
“How many times have I told you? Just call them titties or something. Breasts sound so formal.”
“Your breasts,” he insists, “get so full and sensitive and—fuck—they’re so much fun to play with. Remember that night at the cabin in Spokane? When you let me worship you? I could have—”
“Adrian, are you gonna keep talking? Or are you gonna fuck a baby in me? We don’t have time to chitchat.”
Adrian buffers for a moment, frozen from a split signal, brain broken by yet another paralyzing question. Then, as if electrocuted, he lights up again, his eyes widening and mouth moving.
“Jesus, babe—fuck, you’re right. Don’t you worry, I’ll fuck a baby in you. That’s so hot. Say it again.”
His filthy words feel heavenly against her skin, etched with sinful promises that she will never be able to forget. As she watches her husband worship her through the mirror, she’s reminded of the first time she ever asked him that sacred question. She remembers how he got down to his knees and thanked her for accepting this treasured piece of himself. He often told her that in nature, male birds dedicate their lives to wooing their potential mate, even going as far as to fight each other for the chance, the privilege, to be able to reproduce, and while she didn’t love being compared to a bird, the sentiment was still there. Her husband smiles against her skin, an adamant adoration shining in his eyes, like there is nothing more sacred than her, and she feels loved in ways she can’t express through words. He barely frees himself from those flannel pants, the band tucked just under the curve of his ass, stretched over his thick thighs.
“Will you, please, fuck a baby in me, Adrian?”
He lets out a sound unlike anything she’s ever heard: a whimper, stretched into a thin whine and coupled with an instinctive hitch of his hips. His voice fades at the end, settling to a rumbling groan that sends a chill down her spine. She can feel him twitch against her, a bead of precum slipping down his flushed cock and onto the backs of her thighs
“That almost made me come, babe, not even exaggerating. Let me see you,” he murmurs, guiding her to face him, and as she turns around, bearing herself to him, he kisses her, rushed and frenzied, with biting teeth and addicting tastes. She struggles to find a comfortable position on such a small vanity, the edge of the counter digging into the muscles of her lower back. He notices. “Need help? I gotcha.”
He hooks his arms underneath her legs, elbows nestled in the nook of her knees, and lifts her without warning.
“Fuck, Ade,” she gasps, a shocked little laugh falling from her lips. “I didn’t think you could still do that.”
“Don’t sound so surprised,” he says, admittedly a little winded. With time and memory as guidance, he sinks into her with ease, and they both let out a breath of relief. He hugs her close, his slight pudge snug against her belly when he buries himself entirely inside her; it’s sympathy weight, as he calls it, that’s been fluctuating since the birth of their first. She certainly hasn’t complained, not when it goes right to the most convenient places, from the cushion at his hips to the meat of his thighs. “I still got it. I’m just cultivating mass.”
“That’s not what I meant—”
A shattered curse fumbles through her lips, breath taken under the force he fucks her. It somehow rattles the vanity, and she swears she hears bottles of cleaner clatter to the tile. As if to spite her, he lifts her higher, using the momentum of her weight into another dizzying thrust; only then, can she find her breath, inhaling sharply as he ruts into her in practiced, fluid motions. She struggles to find something to grasp, fingers slipping over the edge of the vanity before linking around his neck. He stretches her deeply, a starved need pacified by his quick pace until she can’t do anything but watch him with dumbfounded, glossy eyes. A humiliating rush of arousal wets her thighs, slipping down to where his fingers hold her. While his grip slips, he gathers her quickly.
“I know what you fucking meant,” he says, sounding just as spent as she feels, “and you know I don’t like it when you insinuate that I can’t handle you. That’s okay, sweetheart. I just gotta fuck you stupid, right, mama? ‘Til you can’t think about anything other than me.” His voice is a dream, hazy and euphoric, a pleasant hum that blends with the heat flooding her body, and she nods frantically, despite being unable to fully process his words, not when he fills her just right. “That’s it, my girl. Just lemme take care of everything. Lemme take care of you. Look at that fuckin’ face. I love that look you get.”
He lets her down onto the counter, his hips never losing rhythm. Her legs entwine around his, toes inching his pants further down his legs; the elastic stretches under the strain. He holds her face in his hand and grins when she nibbles on his thumb. He holds back the pleased moan, commending his girl. Instead, he bites at the tops of her cheeks, and the taste of her skin winds him. As if she’s the sweet air on a spring morning, tongue laving and savoring, he breathes her in, the scent of her essence as addictive as those pitiful little whimpers, the ones that she shares in weak gasps. Blinded by euphoria, deafened by him, she accepts whatever he’s willing to give her, jaw slack and eyes wide. Pressed cheek to cheek, he faintly grazes the tip of his nose against hers. He likes to think they are complementary pieces in reality’s jigsaw puzzle. He knew from the first moment he held her, the way she fit with him, the way her body contoured to his, that he was made for her.
“You feel so good, so good to me. I can’t believe you’re all mine. How did I get so lucky with such a perfect little wife? You want another baby? I’ll give you one, sweetheart. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll fill you up until you can’t move without feeling me.”
“I need another baby,” she cries, finding her voice beneath the haze of euphoria. She struggles to hold onto him, sweat slicking his skin, and her nails sink into him. He holds her jaw, thumb tracing the tender spot under the juncture.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs in a deliberate tone that makes her eyes roll. From where they’re connected, her slick pools on the vanity beneath her, and his skin sticks to hers with every ferocious thrust. “C’mon, you can take it. You’re so wet, baby. I know you get off on this as much as I do. Anything to keep your husband happy, right?”
She tightens at his words.
“Yes, yes, Adrian—”
“Gonna fill you up so fucking deep, you’ll feel me for weeks. That’s it—fuck, sweetheart—you’re mine,” he moans and bites her breast through her shirt, and she lets out a hitched whine.
“I love carrying a part of you,” she admits. “You’re such a good husband and an even better father. I love seeing how gentle you are with them, so patient, which is baffling, especially when I know exactly how impatient you are.” They both laugh breathlessly. His hips slow to a less hurried pace, not any less powerful but more absolute. He looks at her with glassy eyes. “I could not imagine a better person to have a family with. I’m so glad it’s you that I get to come home to. It’s our life, our perfect, happy life.”
He presses his forehead to hers.
“You are more than anything I ever imagined. I knew I wanted this, but I never knew it would be like this. You know?”
She knows what he means, despite the ambiguity and the circumstances, with pleasure dulling her senses. Making this life together is the easiest decision she made. Being with him never felt like an inconvenience. Even after years of learning each other, she falls more in love with him and finds new parts of him to adore. His once measured thrusts become frantic again.
“I know. I know—yes, fuck, you’re so deep, Ade—” Her head tips back. With familiar hands, he cradles her and keeps her from slipping.
“I love you, I love our girls, I love our life. Thank you, thank you,” he whispers reverently. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, and it’s not just because you’re gonna be the hottest milf or because you’re the mother of my children, but also because we can laugh together, and we’re such a good team. You make life easy. God, I love the shit out of you, babe.”
“And I love you, bird boy,” she returns, albeit whispered shakily against his lips. He guides her hips toward him, meeting him in short yet deep strokes, and lets her fall back until her head rests against the mirror, her spine arched. The new angle makes her writhe against him.
“Fuck, you’re close already? You’re tighte—holy shit—”
Her nails sink into the skin at the base of his neck, and he’s not sure if it’s sweat or blood that drips down his back, but the pain spurs him on, igniting a need to push her over the edge.
“I’m so close. I need you, please, please—” She whispers breathlessly. He feels the insides of her thighs tense when his thumb finds her velvet intimacy, where her swollen clit aches, and he massages it messily.
“That’s it,” he groans, soothing her pleas. “That’s my girl. It’s okay, relax, you’re almost there, baby. C’mon, you can take it.”
Sweetness drips from his words and is contrary to the brutality behind his movements. He fucks her harder, impossibly so, until she swears she can feel him in her throat.
“Fill me up, please,” she sobs. He feels her tears on his cheek, and he kisses them away, savoring the taste on his lips. “Wanna feel you come in me. You feel so good, so, so, s-s-sooo…” Her words slur near the point of nonsense, her breath lost. The initial crest of her orgasm nearly suffocates him too.
“Yes, lemme see you. That’s my girl. There she is,” he moans, loudly, proudly. “Hey, you know better. Keep those eyes open.”
She listens but barely, her eyes fluttering unconsciously. Her skin is hot under his touch, and he can feel the racing of her heart under his hand. She tightens around him in tandem with each wave of her orgasm, her body trembling beneath the strength of the overwhelming crests. Toes curled, back arched, thighs tensed, she loses herself. Through gritted teeth, a pitiful effort to keep quiet, she moans his name. He smiles with her as bliss washes her. That’s the most rewarding pleasure, watching and feeling her fall apart around him.
“Adrian—please, come in me. I can take it, make me take it,” she says through a tearful haze.
How could he deny her when she begs like that?
Her fingers card through his hair as he buries his face in her neck, his stubble digging into the tender skin of her throat in burning flames. The inevitable end he so desperately fought off crashes through him in drowning waves. He seals their lips in an attempt to ground himself, however futile. Stability is beyond his reach when chaos overwhelms him. He can’t stand, not when it feels like he’s falling apart. In his pleasure, he forgets himself, choking on everything and nothing concurrently, but she catches him. She accepts him in gentle lips brushing faintly against his and cradles him with the arms that were destined to hold him and coaxes him back to her with beckoning fingers tracing abstract shapes along his spine.
Breathless yet satiated, they gasp and sigh happily in a language forged through years of coexistence. Words mean nothing when coherent thought escapes both of them, lost in the euphoric afterglow. Her wet thighs tremble around him. Any other time, he would drop to his knees and taste her. Although, he likes this too, when he can feel her leak with his seed, and they share soft hums between tender kisses. She basks in the warmth for just a moment longer.
A loud, sudden shriek from the kitchen shatters their brief bit of bliss.
“No, that was mine!”
“I had it first!”
The girls bicker loudly, no doubt moments away from tears. She leans her forehead against his chest and sighs fondly. Adrian checks his watch.
“Four and a half minutes, I think that’s a new record.”
“Maybe we can make it to five next time.”
He kisses her temple and helps her down. She doesn’t miss the way his eyes darken at the slight hitch in her knees.
“I hope this one’s a boy,” she says, tugging her previously discarded bottoms over her hips.
“You can’t say that to me. I’ll have you bent over that sink in five seconds flat, mama.” He laughs fully, and for a second, she actually believes he’s joking, but the swelling in his pants begs to differ.
cw: fem!reader, PiV smut, slightly pervy!adrian because ofc, somnophilia, adrian and reader are roommates with benefits, minors and ageless blogs dni.ᐟ
⋆.𐙚 ̊ thinking about roommate!adrian chase…
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who loves cockwarming, letting you run your hands through his curls, telling him how awful your day was in between little whimpers, your arousal pooling and dripping down his thighs. you’re reminded of how your homegirls reacted when they first met him, noticing your chemistry almost instantaneously. “sooo are you guys like dating or fucking orrr?”
“Wha-no!” you’d always get so defensive when they asked, explaining countless times that you and adrian were just super close! (maybe closer than most)… but after all, roomies were supposed to know each another inside and out, right? you clench around him, as he starts lightly bucking into you, gradually making his baby forget everything that was bothering you. his lips curling up into a condescending grin, loving how dumb you look struggling to remember parts of your story. he trys to play stupid, like he’s not gently bouncing you on his dick while you talk, your eyebrows knitting together and lips parting, looking so pretty. he knows he’s stretching you out sooo good. he’s just unaware you were desperately trying to skip over how you thought about him deep in you like this the whole day.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who hears your soft cries at night, knowing your fingers just weren’t enough to release the pent up feeling you had in your tummy all day. he listens to you whine, growing so frustrated at how it’s been hours, your pussy rubbed raw, and yet you just. couldn’t. finish. he knows it would take his own thumb pressing on your clit and just a few thick inches of him to make you feel all better. you help around the house so much, the least he could do was fill you up every once in a while.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who can get a little mean at times, getting so carried away when he’s buried balls deep in you on those lazy sundays. “you like it when i fuck you stupid like this? he can’t help that your cunt milks his cock the way it does, the lewd, nearly pornographic sounds escaping from you from underneath him. (the neighbors had to be sick of the two of you!) “hmm? you like being my personal flesh light?” it almost hurts your feelings, feeling the prick of tears, as he drags his leaky cock out and quickly slams back into you for hours on end. seeing the stream on your cheeks, he’ll ground himself, remembering how sensitive you are, doing his best to be more amiable with his words.. “i know baby, i know.” he coos, pushing a strand of your hair away and leaving wet kisses all over your face. “just a few more rounds mkay? gonna let me make you my cum dump.” he’s heedlessly ignorant to how that wasn’t the most affectionate name ever, but you allow it. you know he’ll make it up to you in a matter of minutes when he shoots his fat load into you.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who looks forward to when the two of you have sleepovers. he loved having you cuddled up in his bed, drifting off, as he pressed up behind you, lazily grinding into your ass, letting you feel how hard you were making him. sometimes if you’re sweet enough, you’ll let adrian push your panties to the side and slip inside you for a little bit, pussy already drenched for him. he’ll spew out a long line of “thank you thank you thank you’s” blubbering at the relief of being in you once again. faint mewls come from you, as you receive slow, sloppy strokes all while spooning.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who always accepts a challenge from you, taunting and swearing he’d be incapable of pinning you down. any play fighting the two of you do only lasts seconds, as you’d find yourself with his biceps wrapped around your neck and your mind mush. he’s so oblivious to how rough he can really be, but you can’t help but hope he has you in a headlock like this the next time you “bond.”
⋆˚𝜗𝜚 roommate!adrian who stays up late to watch you fight sleep and doze off anyways, pulling off your jeans (you were a deep sleeper!) and putting it straight in the washing machine with the rest of your clothing. he admires how pretty you look unconscious, nabbing the covers from your bed and throwing them over you, kissing your forehead and wishing you sweet dreams.
cw: manipulating, not sure about dubcon but might.
college nerd könig, there's nothing typical nerdy about him, no glasses, his vision is actually pretty good, so he can not hide the bright baby blue of his cornea, it's just a simple choice of his to avoid talking to others and busy himself with some projects and works that need to be done, unlike many others, those who choose to hang out all day long and condemn him.
you're sweet, not some popular girl of the whole college or your class, just a one of many that study here, but in his eyes, you are practically the center of the entire universe, because the mere fact that you pay attention to könig's being and chat with him about anything, even the topics that only he understands, is enough for him to become attached to you, basking in your attention.
you don't know about a twisted, grappling idea which scratches against the framework of his mind, forcing him to try, to take the chance to get close to you, to show others that there can also be such an adorable doll like you next to him, getting shy sweetly when he hooks his fingers against your hand or knee, or purrs a hoarse praise when you remember what he told you last time, calling you a schlaue puppe with a crooked smile.
könig get's too close, enough to be the one to hold your tiny strings, he knows that you began to communicate with him not out of pity, but out of sincere interest, and that you never whispered anything behind his back, so he treats you slowly and carefully for that, gently, whispering slipping pet names right into your ear, inviting you to spend more time together, at the evening in his dorm.
everyone that night heard your whiny, keening moans, recognized your voice when you sobbed his name through your raspy gasps and quiet squeaks, innocent requests to be more slower, leaving crescent, scarlet imprints of your nails along the expanse of his rippling back, small, uneven scars and freckles, clinging to könig while he pummels your slick, soppy pussy full.
fem reader x aventurine, sunday, jing yuan, blade + boothill ( seperate ) ; dry humping - grinding - thigh riding. teasing. aventurine cums in his pants at a little tenderness. petnames; my dear, sweetheart, darlin. exhibitonism - private casino booth. happy update. ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.
⭒ AVENTURINE
it was always so like aventurine to get himself a private booth in the casino - which left you both there alone once the table had cleared and he’d claimed the stakes. but you couldn’t help but love it, watching him bet and play, the adrenaline only serving to wind you up more and push you even closer to your lover with every win and every chip.
it was almost like a routine to celebrate his wins at this point, to end up with you in his lap when you’re finally both left with a little time to yourselves, when he’d drained his opponents pockets dry. it had started as something teasing, a little bet of your own to see who could hold out longer, but now it’s become seamless and both of you can’t bring yourselves to pull away as your bodies seem to roll into eachother in sync.
“am i making you anxious?” aventurine drawls as he places a kiss against the corner of your lips, following the sweet gesture by a particularly stuttered roll of his hips up into you as you straddle his lap.
“what gives you that idea?” your eyes flutter and you smile into the next kiss, one that you place so dearly against his lips as his ringed hands squeeze into your sides. anxious wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the feeling he gave you, maybe more too hot, flustered, needy - when you feel the shaft of his cock graze sinfully against your clothed folds, he always had a talent for finding the sweet spots with little effort.. and a high payout.
“oh, nothing in particular. but let’s just say i’m more well acquainted with your reactions than most might suspect.” aventurine’s teasing you, you can tell by the way his pretty eyes narrow up at you as his lips twitch into a smirk. but still, you don’t want to break from him too soon - you’re quite comfortable where you are, bodies moving together as you rut and grind into eachothers embrace. you know you’re not alone in your lust, the room feels hot around you both and you can feel the effect the exchange has on the gambler beneath you with every connection of your hips.
you raise a brow, twisting your hips seductively as your thighs twitch around his and his touch is almost eager as he drags you back towards him, meeting your movements with a languid thrust of his own. “i could say the same thing about you.” you retort and he hums as he blinks up at you, holding you tight.
“and what gives you that confidence?” there’s a low timber to aventurine’s voice, like it’s a whisper shared between you both as the bulge of his slacks rolls through your clothed folds once more. it makes you gasp when the head grazes along the sensitive press of your clit.
but you know better than to try to explain to him with your words, so instead - you opt to play to your own strengths, following up the pleasurable press with an eager hump of your own as you gaze down at the gambler beneath you. you basically see the way his smirk seems to tremble and you can almost feel the way the warmth of having your cunt so close, and you, so needy, makes him throb through the fabric.
aventurine takes that as your answer when you make his hips stutter ever so slightly with the next sweet press of your hips flush against his. “h-hah, is that so, then what’s next? i have a few ideas in mind and i have plenty of means.” you know what hes getting at, you can feel it in the way his fingertips are almost leaving marks in your skin with how tight he’s holding you. he needs you, why else do you think he splurged on such a huge private booth? the table is particularly big in the one he choose afterall.
he looks particularly handsome when he leans in a little closer, lips ghosting yours like he’s going to close the distance for a kiss but you know better than to take that gamble. he’s testing your need for him, wondering if you’ll close the distance first or if you’ll opt to tease him a little longer. you can imagine his surprise when you choose to instead trace your fingers up the dip of his shoulders before you’re cupping his cheeks gently, then giving him another languid grind of your hips against his cock.
“maybe i wanna stay like this, just a little longer if you can handle it?” you pout cutely and aventurine huffs before he rests back in his seat again, unknowingly leaning into the soft press of your palms against his cheeks as he smiles up at you.
“hm, please- you drive a hard bargain, but i’m always willing to take a gamble. it’ll be a piece of cake.” the gambler smirks as he rolls up into you, like he’s playing you at your own game - so determined to make you feel so good you’ll be begging for him to go further and you feed into it, rocking your body with his. “afterall, wheres the fun without a little risk?”
although, there’s something different about your movements suddenly. aventurine can almost feel how wet you are even between the thin fabric separating you both - but he can only focus on the way your thumbs are brushing gently along his cheekbones from where you’re still cupping his face. your thrusts have turned to a more intimate, slower pace in his lap and he feels himself almost melt when you blink down at him to coo.
“plus.. you’re kind of cute like this.” you smile sweetly and the blonde beneath you feels something sensitive twitch in his cock when it’s followed by a genuine look. he almost feels himself flush, gazing up at you adoringly before he’s trying to play it off with a chuckle and a playful pinch at your hips.
“you think i’m that weak to flattery?” he retorts, goads as his expression changes to something unreadable like a pokerface almost, his chances of losing were greater than he once thought. but they seem to melt away all at once when with your next languid, slow grind of your pussy along his clothed cock - you kiss him softly, tenderly along his cheeks as you press gently at his face between your palms.
“no, i just think you deserve it sometimes.”
it’s sudden, the rush of tender bliss that seems to race through aventurine as he curls up from beneath you and he cums with a surprised grunt. his sudden orgasm catches you both off guard as his hips jerk and twitch below you in the booth, urging him forward to bury himself into the crook of your neck as he rides out his high with a low, dreamy moan of your name. you hold him, until he’s hissing and holding you still above him and you decide to let the silence linger between you both for a few moments until he’s caught his breath.
you opt to brush your fingers through his hair until you hear him chuckle and he’s finally pulling back to give you another pretty, dazed look - hissing at the sudden realisation of the mess he’s left in his expensive outfit. but still, he smiles.
“hah, it seems i’ve ended up indebted to you, hm? how about we settle the score.”
⭒ SUNDAY
opportunities like this were presented to you more times than not, and part of you almost considered that maybe it was deliberate on sunday’s part. that maybe he would deliberately welcome you to curl up on his lap or on his thigh while he sat and busied himself with paperwork or other responsibilities. it’s like he was testing the sort of person you were, the sort of self control that you held or maybe he just opted to do it so he could cover up his own insatiable need for you.
but you often found yourself meeting his gaze despite the way his eyes should really be on his desk, on his notes and his attention alone was always enough to make you feel suddenly warm beneath your skin. especially when it is accompanied by the gentle touch of his fingers along the length of your spine, tracing down to your thigh before he’s squeezing and you don’t notice the way his lips tilt only slightly into a subtle smile when he watches your lips part. you were so easy to tease that he found it quite magnificent.
“you seem to be enjoying yourself.” sunday hums as he gives you a lidded, drowsy sort of look, his tone is almost mocking - a chuckle that carries not an ounce of humour but still, you feel it drip through your spine to aid your next mindless grind against his thigh. thankfully, your lover had finished his responsibilities for the day so there was no need for him to keep up appearances given how immaculate he would normally present. but that only gives you free reign to soak the expensive fabric of his slacks as you bump and grind your pussy along his thigh. “then again, i could say the same for myself.. watching you is quite mesmerising indeed.”
but still, the croon of his voice makes you anxiously needy as you continue your ministrations so shamelessly, soaking the fabric as you try to hide your face in the crook of your lovers neck - feeling the trace of his wings tickle your cheeks as you do. “can you help me already?” your lips tremble against his skin and you feel the way it makes the feathers against you shiver pleasurably as his fingers squeeze at your hips.
“ah, forgive my negligence. but you seem to be doing quite impressively on your own, wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart?” the petname seems to drip from between sunday’s lips, a certain hunger present that trembles beneath the usual soft tone of his voice as his amber gaze watches the way your hips work. “i think you’re worthy offer such praise..” the intoxicating grind against his clothed skin and the way your thighs squeeze and twitch around his thigh everytime you so much as graze your clit is truly a sight. he chuckles as your hips shake with your next particularly harsh grind.
“i mean.. look at the mess you’ve made. are you going to tell me that i’m wrong?” you feel yourself burn hot at his words as a sweet mewl of his name falls from your lips. you can barely form sentences with the way he’s deliberately tensing the muscles in his thigh, each ministration in time with every needy twitch of your hips like it’s a means to emphasise his point.
sunday’s trying to push you to the edge as he fills you with nothing but dizzying thoughts of himself and the pleasure that only he can provide for you. “it’s not very polite to act so spoiled, but you would never act as such, would you?” he twists his head towards you gently with his next statement, deliberately letting his lips trail along your cheek despite the accusation and he feels the way it makes you tense - it makes him throb at the same time.
“n..no, but it’s just, i need more— please!” but still, you’re desperate as you pull back to look at him - the mere sight of you like this almost has his facade crumbling, but he can’t help but admire you when you look so fucked out and starry eyed. your lips are pouty from being bitten between your teeth and despite how much he likes to front that he’s in complete control - something tells you that he’s having a harder time holding back than he’ll ever admit. you think maybe the bulge in his slacks is proof enough of that.
“is that so?” sunday’s fingers squeeze almost too tight in your skin as he tries to keep a hold on himself but he’s far too entranced by you now. he’s trying to take back control, dragging you along his slacks with messy, eager movements but you’re writhing above him with every saccharine hump of your hips. until the next grind of your pussy grazes your thigh along the shaft of his clothed cock and it’s almost instinct the way he pulls you closer, carnal need twisting in his stomach as he leans into press searing kisses along your jawline.
his voice is wound up tight as he hisses through his teeth, burying his words into your skin but his movements are almost too fast as he begins to pull eagerly at the waistband of his slacks.
“w-well, i guess i’ll have to agree, it seems i’ve tormented you long enough.. so allow me to offer you proper compensation, my dear.”
⭒ JING YUAN
it was hard to resist the warmth of jing yuan’s lap whenever it was offered to you, finding yourself crawling into it whenever the opportunity would arise considering how huge and comfy the general was. sometimes he even much preferred to have you wrapped up there after a long day, although he did find it terribly hard to deny you when you were already so close.
“what’s the rush, my dear?” he chuckles from his place beneath you, fingers squeezing at the skin of your hips as your own hands try to needily grab at the intricate buckle of his pants. he was simply just enjoying having you like this for now, little effort but always just as beautiful as he easily drags and grinds your needy, clothed pussy against his own clothed cock. you can feel the heavy weight of him straining against the fabric and it only seems to make you want him even more.
“i can’t wait any longer.” you pout and jing yuan finds it to be quite intoxicating as he watches the way your damp panties seem to be soaking the fabric of his uniform slacks, a mixture of your slick only proving how eager you are to have all of him with every needy swirl of your hips. “it feels so good.”
“mm, that it is. but the only way to build momentum is to work slowly, i think that same principle applies here. wouldn’t you agree?” another lazy drawl and you reply with another pout.
you could never decide whether the general was deliberately teasing you or if it was just part of his personality - but one thing is for certain and that was that he enjoys working you up before he finally takes you. his eyes glint up at you as his huge hands on your hips squeeze and his chest bounces as he huffs. “hah, and have i ever left you to be unsatisfied?” the question is easily answered but he really does like you like this - needy and breathless while you grab and cling to his broad shoulders, babbling out mantras of his name as your hips try to take a pace that’s a little faster than the lazier one he’s set.
“no but.. i need more, you’ve been working so much. if you’re gonna tease me, just quit moving completely.” you breathe as you roll your hips languidly in jing yuan’s lap and it makes his own thighs twitch as you grind your body almost convincingly. the intoxicating movement makes him groan, ragged and low before it’s cut off by another breathless croon of a laugh as he exhales his next breath along the jawline.
his lips press against your skin, followed softly by his teeth. “i suppose it is my fault, i didn’t realise i was leaving you in such a dire situation, my dear.” his fingers only seem to grab your tighter now, taking completely control as he drags you along the intricate ridges and ribs of his uniform. his movements are messy and eager, taking a pace thats a little faster compared to his otherwise lazy, slow one a moment ago.
the new one has you crumbling with every eager swipe of your sensitive clothed clit along the outline of jing yuan’s thick cock, you’re so sensitive you can almost feel every ridge - feeling it through every nerve in your body as you try hard to meet the pace hes set. it almost feels like he’s deliberately making it impossible for you to keep up but still, your movements feel so in-sync with his - like your body was truly made to be wrapped up in him.
“p-please, more.” the blissful feeling of the close proximity makes you feel lightheaded as your chest squeeze tight against the generals, you feel his next breathe against the heightened nerves in your neck when he smears you in kisses. his muscled arms are tight when they opt to wrap completely around your waist to pull you flush against him, pinning you to him as his hips rut into yours with rough, long thrusts.
“why, ofcourse. but didn’t you want me to stop just a mere moment ago? it seems your opinion has changed now that you’re suddenly s-so close.” jing yuan’s words albeit teasing earn him another sinful swirl of your hips as your thighs almost shake at either end of him. he’s finding it hard to keep composure himself when he groans into his next kiss against your throat, you can basically feel the way he’s dangerously close to making a mess of his uniform and he has no plan to stop until you’re doing the same.
“hmph- allow me to apologise to you for my absence, and i can guarantee you will be quite pleased with the offering, my dear.”
⭒ BLADE
it wasn’t often that you and blade got this needy and normally it wouldn’t take long for the stellaron hunter to have ripped his way beneath your clothes as soon as he was hit with a craving for you. but you can’t help but find yourself a little curious to see how long he would actually be able to hold out if you decided to keep your body from him a little longer. although you’re well aware of his impatience.
his hands are rough as he squeezes tightly at the skin of your waist, keeping your hips pinned against his own as he fucks his hips up into you, grinding his clothed cock along the soft warmth of your folds - like a warning of what’s to come. you would say the encounter started innocently, but you know that as soon as you make your way into your lovers lap as he sits on the edge of his mattress - it’s about to be anything but as soon as his hands make their way to your body.
but on that same note, blade always had a good tell of knowing exactly what you want given how many times you’ve ended up in this same scenario, and you can tell it’s getting to him as he licks into your mouth with a hunger that’s evident in the way he’s pushing groans between your lips. he was someone who never liked to waste time, especially when he can feel how warm you are - humping and grinding yourself against the bulge in his slacks but still, when he pulls away to almost too eagerly rip you from your clothes, you still manage to stop him quickly before he can.
“wait, can we do this a little longer?” you gasp as you disconnect and you hear the way your request makes your lover groan almost grumpily - but still, he opts to not go any further as his hands return to their place on your hips and his lips to your own.
but blade’s touch is different now, it’s fuelled with impatience and lust that your denial has left him with, you can almost feel every throb of his cock as it thickens beneath you despite the layers of fabric separating you both. the ease that he controls you with is almost second nature and you find it easy to relinquish control over to him when he’s suddenly switching your positions to press you into the mattress beneath you both, huge body pushing between your thighs as his kisses turn to something rough and full of teeth.
his impatience is obvious in the way he’s rutting down into you, teeth nipping eagerly at your lower lip as his clothed cock grinds greedily against the doughy space between your thighs. even when you’re both clothed, he’s beginning a pace that has your body jolting - leaving you to gasp and shake beneath him despite the way you’re the one denying yourself. you almost feel like you’ve made a mistake, that maybe you should’ve just let him fuck you because now you crave it, but the pleasure that quickly consumes your mind is hard to resist anyway as your eyes threaten to roll back with every blink. “f-fuck—“ you gasp, punched out as his hips clap into yours and you hear him grunt at the sweet sound your voice makes.
“tsk. are you satisfied now?” blade murmurs against the wet press of your lips and you opt to open your eyes to give him a lidded look before he pulls away to groan lowly. there’s a sort of glow to your gaze that gives away your plan especially when you’re giggling as he gives you a second to breathe.
“maybe-“ you drawl, deliberately sweet and airy and your grumpy lovers reaction to it is almost animalistic when his large hands on your hips only seem to squeeze even tighter, convincing you he’s trying to leave a mark as his hips rut you into the mattress. every grind feels like it knocks the air out of you, the stimulation on your clothed clit is suddenly making your toes curl and despite the way this was your idea - you can’t stop the way your hands are suddenly pulling at the intricacies of his clothes as you rush to strip him of the fabric.
blade picks up on that, on your need before his hands are quickly rushing to tear at the layers separating him from your pussy.
“as i thought. let me take you now.”
⭒ BOOTHILL
“you’re a natural, huh, darlin’?” boothill grins at you from where he’s got you trapped straddling his lap, tipping up his hat so he can truly admire you in this needy, breathless state as you grind yourself against the cool metal of his thigh. “bet you’ve never had a man like this before, right?” it wasn’t fair, you just wanted him to fuck you but instead you’re left doing this - eagerly humping yourself against the ribs and bolts of the steel beneath you. but somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to stop when he praises you.
“i mean.. look at ya.” the cyborg beneath you chuckles before his words are followed by a playful smack at your ass, easing your movements and making you whine when it only serves to ignite the pleasure that’s making your nerves already scream. part of you wants to be embarrassed, but given your lovers special sort of anatomy - you can’t deny that the pleasure you’re able to get from simply just this is unmatched as you grind yourself into him.
you feel the cold press of boothill’s palm squeeze roughly at your ass as he offers you a little help; dragging you lightly along the metal of his thigh as he deliberately urges your clit against the ribbed parts of the steel. your thighs tremble, burning slightly between the friction and your efforts but his eyes only seem to glow when he takes you in - this was amusing for him, he wishes he could feel the way you’d be soaking against real skin.
“you gettin’ tired? i could help you out if ya wanna ask real nicely.” another smirk and you can feel the way he’s teasing you as he bounces his leg - like he’s urging you to beg for his assistance as you feel the flames of your orgasm creep and warm along your limbs. you’re so close, but you’re tired and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep up these movements - unlike your lover who’s stamina was endless, he knows this is a deal that you could never deny.
but you’re past trying to retain your dignity as your hands reach up to wrap around boothill’s shoulders, pushing yourself closer until your tits are pressed against his chest, convincingly so you can begin your sweet little plea. “please, help me.. i wanna cum.” you tremble as you exhale against the rangers ear and you hear him whistle before he’s giving you another pat on the ass. he shifts slightly and the albeit small movements makes sure to trace sinfully between the clothed folds of your cunt before both of his hands are grabbing at your ass to squeeze.
the sudden pace he sets is hard for you to upkeep as he spreads his thighs a little wider, offering you more space before he’s quickly beginning an almost inhumane pace as he drags your pussy along the ribs and bolts of the metal you’re straddling. your lips part and you mewl, like music to his ears despite the way you’re only a few swipes in and you always found it to be incredible the way he was able to expertly work his way around a human body despite the lack of his own. “hm, there we go. such a sweet lil thing, aint cha?”
boothill purrs as he gives you a wink, feeling the way your hips are tensing and rutting beneath the press of his palms - it’s like you’re trying to run from the pleasure while welcoming it all the same and he loves it. he can hear the way you’re whining in time with every movement, every press against the sensitive bud of your clit and as much as he wishes to see you spread out around the ribs of his metal cock - he thinks seeing the way you soak through your own panties when you cum on his thigh will be even more rewarding.
so for a reward like that - he takes a pace that’s a little faster, rougher as he bounces his thigh up into your hips, admiring the way you ride him so expertly as he keeps you in place above him. although every grind only seems to push you closer to your orgasm and threatens to have you collapsing against him as he eagerly drinks you up.
“you better hold on tight, darlin’ - i ain’t nowhere near done.”
ʚ cont: fem reader, dry humping, praise, he talks you thought it, itsuomi is the greenest flsg, soft soft soft soft
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you wrapped your legs tighter around Itsuomi’s waist, trying to resist the urge to roll your hips against his crotch as he kissed you, his hands grabbing the sides of your waist, squeezing your skin tighter every so often.
his body felt so hot against yours, making your skin burn even hotter with desire. he kissed you slowly, passionately, making you really feel every inch of his lips against yours. your chest touched his every time you inhaled, trying to keep your breaths quiet and devoid of whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.
you hadn’t noticed, too consumed in focusing on the silver haired man’s lips, but you had been squirming against him for a while now, too aroused and overwhelmed with how good this all felt. itsuomi pulled back from your lips, his lidded eyes taking over your face, your lips parted and swollen from the kiss, eyes cloudy, as you looked at him patiently, waiting for his next move.
“do you want to stop?” he asked, his voice coming out soft as he tipped his head at you. you felt your face heat up, never having had someone be so gentle with you before. you shook your head, squeezing your legs around his to emphasize your words.
“okay,” he responded, a barely there smile cracking the corner of his lips before he leaned his face back down. you expected to feel his lips on yours again, but you were instead met with the plushness of his lips on your neck, softly kissing right over your pulse point.
you were unable to hold back the gasp that left your lips, your hand immediately coming up to press against your mouth, a preventative measure to make sure no more embarrassing sounds left your lips. itsuomi pulled back for a moment, his lips just grazing your skin before he spoke, “You don’t have to hold back your voice, same goes for your hips.” he said, exposing you.
you felt a rush of heat burn your face, making you tip your head in the direction opposite from him. “I want to make you feel good, if you need to move, move. I’ll do it with you if you’re too shy, okay?” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your pulse point.
Itsuomi watched from the crook of your neck as your eyebrows pinched together before you nodded shyly, your hand pulling back from your mouth, slowly dropping back down onto his shoulder.
you allowed yourself to relax against him when you felt his kisses on your neck turn to sucks, his warm, wet tongue caressing your skin between his lips. you were met with the shallow, slow thrust of his hips against yours, making you gasp again, a sound you tried not to feel too embarrassed about since Itsuomi had told you to let go.
he experimentally thrust against you again, a bit harder this time, making you suck a breath in between your teeth. “feels good?” he whispered between sucks against your neck. “mhm..” you responded quietly, feeling that same familiar throbbing intensify between your thighs.
itsuomi picked up his pace a bit, finding a rhythm as he rutted his hips against yours. you could feel something prominent and hard pressing right against your cunt, making you feel dizzy. you knew what that feeling was. just knowing Itsuomi was as aroused as you were was driving you crazy.
“move your hips back against me, you can do it.” he encouraged, one of his hands sliding down your waist and landing on your hip. his fingers curled behind your lower back as he pulled your hips against him, helping you out.
he released a breathy moan against your neck when you gave in and let yourself move against him, humping your cunt on his crotch when he rubbed himself into you. “just like that.” he praised, picking his head up from the crook of your neck.
you looked like you were being fucked for real, your jaw open as whimpers steadily fell out as his hard boner rubbed against your clothed clit, eyes fluttering in your head, eyebrows scrunched together.
you hummed against his lips when he connected them once more, the kiss a little needier now as he pulled your leg over his hip, making you wrap your legs around his back. you felt yourself gush when his tongue poked against your lips, asking for permission. you opened them more against him, letting his warm tongue enter your mouth and tangle with yours.
breathy moans were being pushed out of your mouth and into his by his hips rutting against you, his cock straining in his pants against you making you feel hotter and hotter with each thrust. you did your best to move your tongue with his, but his quickly overpowered yours as he explored every inch of your mouth.
you cracked your eyes open and noticed how red his face looked, even being so close to yours. his eyebrows were pinched together slightly, twitching every so often when he thrust against you, making his cock rub against the inside of his boxers just right.
Itsuomi swore he could feel how hot you were between your thighs through all the layers of fabric. he wanted so badly to just pull down your panties and stretch you open on his fingers while he sucked your clit into his mouth, but he knew he had to be patient.
Itsuomi was shocked out of his little daydream when your body tightened around him, your hips wiggling more and more, begging for friction against your clit. were you close? just from a little dry humping? Itsuomi pressed himself against you and rolled his hips in circles, making his bulge rub your clit around through your clothes, just like he would do with his fingers.
your lips started to slow against his as kissing him back proved to be harder and harder the closer you got to finishing. you tapped repeatedly on his shoulder, trying to get him to let up a bit so you didn’t cum in your pants.
“it’s okay, you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asked between kisses, not slowing his hips once even as he spoke. “you can cum, i got you.” he whispered, making you head feel fuzzy and warm. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tighter, bracing yourself.
itsuomi wasn’t quite there yet, but he was alright with edging himself if it meant he got to watch you cum. there would be plenty of times in the future he would be able to cum, he wasn’t greedy.
he watched in awe with a slightly opened mouth as your lips detached from his, your eyes fully falling shut, squeezing together tightly. “there you go, good girl.” he whispered as your body shook against his, your abdomen curling into him as your orgasm hit you.
it felt so fucking good as he worked you through it with his hips, rubbing you just the way you needed with his boner. your gasps and cries as you came were like music to his ears, he could feel himself drip pre cum into his boxers just from listening to you.
when you came down he immediately started pressing kisses to your hot cheeks, his hands brushing the stray hairs from your face. “good job, felt good right?” he asked, smiling at you with that usual smirk of his. you nodded, still a little out of it as you looked away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
“heh, i know. promise i’ll make you feel that again. over and over, as many times as you want.” he said, his words making your face burn furiously. you nodded and pushed his shoulders away, trying to hide. itsuomi giggled and separated his body from yours, sitting on the side of the bed as he played with your inner thigh.
“cmon, gotta get you cleaned up. i’ll run you a bath.” he said, his head tipping in the direction of the bathroom. you furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the very obvious boner in his pants. itsuomi caught your gaze and pulled his t-shirt down over his cock, doing little to conceal it. “don’t worry about me, it’ll go down on its own.”
you felt bad he didn’t get to cum, but he seemed adamant in his words. next time, you would be sure to make him cum too. you nodded and let him scoop you into his arms as he walked you to the bathroom.
itsuomi wasn’t worried in the slightest about his little problem. he already planned to take care of it in his room while you soaked in the bath anyways, using the image of you orgasming on him as material to jerk off. the scene replaying over and over in his head on repeat.
So uhhhh...... what other kinks would octavinnle have 😗
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I already went into one I think Jade would have, so I'll list three new ones for each and a brief thing as to why, though it's not their only ones I would say it's some of their top ones.
Azul
Oral fixation: Azul has a refined palate, he can note each ingredient used in dishes with just his tongue! He's learned to put that tongue to good use, so it's logical to assume that he'd like to taste you as well. And Azul does love it so. There is no treat taster than you and your cum on his tongue, and while he's not one to indulge in his meals, for you he'd make an exception. I do hope that you are willing to keep your legs open for a quite some time, after all you wouldn't want to deny him of a treat, would you?
Praise kink: Let's be real, because of his childhood, Azul thrives on recognition and praise for his hard work. When he decides to go into something, it's never half-hearted, especially regarding his love and affection to you. So, praise him! Tell him what a good job he's doing, tell him to keep hitting that spot right there, oh god, Azul, you make me feel so goood~ It makes him feel so so good knowing that only he gets to make you feel like this, that only he gets to hear your voice praising him. It gets him off, so keep doing it at all times, whisper in his ear about how smart and wonderful he is in all aspects, the sweet tone in your voice gets him hot and heavy, turning into a need to keep hearing those honeyed words and show you just how deserving he is of your praise.
Breeding: Out of the trio, he is techincally the only one with a mating season (two actually). And while he can usually get over those seasons on his own, with you at his side he instinctually develops a need to breed you silly! Who knew he had such a desire to become a daddy, you'll help him won't you? As his mate? Regardless of whether or not you can actually get pregnant, when the late spring and early fall come, he needs to fill your tummy with so much cum that it hurts! You'll spend at least two months out of the year with bent over or in a mating press until you're shuddering and twitching as milky white fluids are dripping from your hole. Now now, Azul can't have that, so won't you let him fill you just one more time? (It's never just one more time.)
Jade
Shibari: Jade thinks it's fascinating how humans don't have long, winding limbs to wrap their mates and make due with soft, pretty colored ropes. It's even more fascinating seeing the fat of your skin bulge against the ropes. Your chest, thighs, hips, all straining the ropes as your hands are tied against your back, helpless to his poking and prodding. Call him sadistic, but he loves seeing you so helpless underneath him, pretty eyes begging for him to use you and make you feel good. It makes him feel a sort of way to hear you beg to free your hands so you can hold him, dig your nails into his skin as your orgasm inches closer and closer. Jade does love having you be so helpless under him, free for him to use as he sees fit.
Service kink: Jade likes taking care of things, to be depended on. After all, he's so good at being a dependable partner, so why not place all your pleasure into his very capable hands? Be warned, though, Jade can be quite sadistic, and once you place your pleasure into his hands, it belongs to him and only him. There's no need to touch yourself when he hands long, nimble fingers to use, a long furling long to sink into your heat, and attentive eyes that watch and study every single moan, twitch, and breath you take. Jade will make sure that your lust filled brain will be drawn to him, immersed with the mind-blowing rapture he provides. All to the point that you'll only be able to cum through him, whether it be his mouth, hands, or dick. It's fine, Jade does love depend on, especially if it ruins you for anyone else after him. That's if you can bring yourself to leave, after all you'll never find another quite as attentive and caring as he. Jade's made sure of that.
Roleplaying: This plays a bit into Jade's service kink, but he does love dressing you up in cute outfits and making you play a bit. Perhaps he is a butler, and you're his master, bringing yourself down to ruin by a lowly servant as he fucks you into oblivion. Perhaps he's come to collect collateral from you for a deal, and you can only offer yourself. Maybe he's a big bad sea monster, and you're a sweet little human that drifted too far off into the sea. In any case, he loves playing into any of his roles, teasing you as you start of shy like an actor with stage fright. It's wonderful when Jade finally gets to see you lose yourself into your role, all for him. Though, don't be surprised if he decides to turn the table a bit, and dresses you up in a maid costume with a leash and collar. As much as he loves playing his usual role, Jade does also love seeing you coo and tend to him (and his dick) like the pretty, sweet spouse he knows you will be. Go on love, get on your knees and make him feel good. It's your responsibility to clean up the mess of slick you've left on his dick after all.
Floyd
Overstimulation: To no one's surprise, Floyd has plenty of energy to go around once he's interested in something, and you are very interesting to him. He wants to see just how much you can take of him and what he gives you until your crying and begging him to give you a break. But unless you give him your safe word, that delicious orgasm he just gave you is blending into the next as he seeks his own euphoria. But don't think that he won't just ignore his own overstimulation, because he will. Just feels so good for both of you that it almost hurts. And yet, Floyd just can't help and keep going. That yummy high on cloud 9 is gonna keep going, even through your shrieks and cries for a break, the rhythmic slap of skin, the shuddering breaths. He just can't stop, even if he wanted to, oh please Floyd! It's too much! It feels too good-AAAAH~ He'll keep going until you both pass out from sheer sensory overload and exhaustion, his dick still in you and ready to go when you wake back up.
Dumbification: This is a bit surprising, or maybe not, but Floyd loves fucking you until you're so sex-brained that all you can think about his him and his dick. He wants you to love his cock so much that you're bending over and spreading yourself open for him with hearts in your eyes. No thoughts, head empty except for Floyd and his cum. He wants a pretty smile with your tongue lolling out. He wants you to see him taking pictures of him fucking you with your hands forming a heart. He wants you to ignore anything and everything else except for him, because you're his little dummy that can only think about him and his pretty dick that's bruising your insides and shaping you for him. And only him.
Dacryphilia: This should actually come as no surprise, but Floyd gets really horny at seeing your tears streaming down your face. But not from being upset, no, he loves the tears that come from him overstimulating you. They're just so pretty! You're so cute, and he's so big, too big for you, but you try so hard! So forgive him if he's a bit mean, a little rough, and dragging out orgasm after orgasm from you so that you're whimpering and sobbing. Such a sweet sight reserved just for him, as only he can guarantee that these tears come from feeling good and not from something more sinister. Plus, Floyd really likes how you pout at him. It's just so cute!! And he just looooves cute things.
cw/tw: NSFT, GN reader (no mentioned anatomy, no gendered pet names), size kink, rough sex, dacryphilia, predator/prey undertones, overstimulation
there’s just something about a big beefy man who doesn’t realize how rough he is with you, doesn’t realize that you’re so much smaller and fragile than him, so easily breakable if he loses even a smidge of the self control he’s holding on to with shaking hands, a little helpless lamb next to a starving wolf trying to get a taste for something other than pretty prey with big, trusting eyes
he grabs you by the throat to pin you down underneath him and can feel your heartbeat in his palm, erratic and desperate, and it stirs a predatory roll in his guts, causes his mouth to salivate and his pupils to dilate because you’re just so...vulnerable. so needy and delicate and the world’s most precious meal and god, he needs to eat, eat, eat. he needs to see how pretty you look begging for him, needs to hear how sweet you sound crying for him, needs to taste how good you are with his name sitting behind rows of ivory. and when he kisses you, it’s all hungry teeth and deprave tongues as he swallows down all of your noises and tucks them away in his pitiless stomach, all for him, him, him and no one else
he effortlessly pins you down beneath him, his broad chest to your back as your face is buried in the pillow and his strong hips slam against your ass at a spine-breaking pace, groans and whimpers and praises huffing from his mouth as he chases his high. “s-so fuckin’ good, you feel so fuckin’ good under me. god, just like that. c’mon, little one, you can take it, right? be good and take it for me? so good for me.” and he can hear all of your pleas and cries, can feel your body trembling and shake beneath him, and it drives him absolutely wild, a predator high on his celebration of finally catching the prey he's sought and pined after so patiently. he tries to go slower, to savor all of your tears and sobs the way something as you deserves, but you’re pulsing around his cock and crying out his name so sweetly, all he can possibly think about is how good it’ll feel when he fills you to the brim with his thick cum
or how he easily places you in his lap, grips your hips in his strong hands and moves your body as if you're his favorite fuck doll, bounces you on his cock without any difficulty, hypnotized by how your fragile body can swallow his cock whole, how you drool and cry and sob and beg as he continues to drill inside of you. “there ya’ go, sweet thing. takin’ me so well. look so pretty doing it, too. gonna fill you up so everyone knows who you belong to. you would like that, yeah? want everyone to know you’re mine?” and the way you squeeze around him as him growling, a low rumble in his chest as he slams your body down on him with new fervor, delirious with the need to mark you in a way no one else is allow to. he's desperate and vocal and messy, moaning and groaning and whining as he feels himself teetering closer to that sweet edge he loves to nosedive off of with you
and finally, finally, with his lap completed coated in a mixture of both of your arousal and his ears full of all of your sweet babbles, he cums deep inside of you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth buried in the sensitive sink, a strangled groan heavy in his throat as his hips slam up against you and wrack your entire body. you go limp against him, and he holds you for a moment, indulging in how good you smell coated in his lust, kissing all of the places he bit and squeezed too roughly, whispering how good you are for him, how proud he is of you, how sorry he is for being so rough but he can’t help it, how much he loves and adores you and how pretty you look with tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes. “my pretty little thing, hm? always so good for me. look so pretty covered in my marks. i love you s’much, baby. let’s go get you cleaned up, yeah? i’ll be gentle this time, i promise.”
synopsis. whenever he wants to taste you so bad ...
warnings. cervix eating, afab!gn!reader, face sitting, dom!character, they/them pronouns are used on reader, squirting (done by reader), overstimulation, fingering
author's note. just finished a documentary on a serial killer then wrote an essay with my own free will
pairings. dan heng, blade, luocha, jing yuan, sampo, welt, caelus x afab!gn!reader / fem!reader (take this however you like because i still use they/them on reader but they're afab :p)
dan heng is just messy asf, like probably his first time too, never really has had gotten the chance to ever eat anyone out. kind of was too busy to do that. but when you offered, he couldn't help but think of how you'd be straddled atop his chest, and his tongue just went deeper and deeper into your sensitive hole, and honestly would slurp your aftermath all up after with no shame. the loud sounds of him licking up all your cum didn't help the embarassment. but he pushed his thoughts away and finally got you straddled onto his face, and pleasure was all that was on his mind. the taste of your sweet honey just made him wanna indulge so much deeper inside you. your velvety walls clenching around his snake-like tongue was a good enough sign he'd get to taste such sweet bliss again.
type of guy to overstimulate the hell outta you just for all that essence. he has never tasted anything better. probably would finger you while you sit on the motel bed you rented for a few measly 10 thousand credits. becomes so greedy when his mouth is finally latched onto your hole just begging for you to come. after a while of eating you out, he'll just know where your g-spot is, would go so far to even say his tongue memorized it, and the taste. and he just can't get enough of it. and after everyday as your trailblazing mission is ongoing, whether you'd be away from him at the moment or just right beside him, he already misses you and your pussy so much :(
caelus is def a big sweetheart about it. even though you think he wouldn't be the one to ask, he would. "hey i've been a little stressed lately, can you.. sit on my face and let me treat you right?", and can't help but be a little messy with it, when you finally are on top of him. your hole is right there, wet and ready for him. he's still so blushy, shy and nervous about it. but as soon as he gets a taste of such bliss, he can't help but get more, and more, and more. as soon as he felt your cum on his tongue he couldn't help but want more! he doesn't mean to overstimulate you :(( he just wants more of that tasty sweetness!
does it after trailblazing missions specifically, his thoughts do lowkey get to him while on the job, probably jerked off to the idea of eating you out, or you giving him a blowjob, but that's another story, for another day, not tomorrow, not the day after, some day. anyways, he definitely likes the idea of doing it publicly, the adrenaline of someone catching you in the bathroom with your boyfriend's mouth filled with lust and hunger, he'd keep going if that ever happened, literally just wants everything we can harvest out of you. at first he does like to tease with a bit of fingering and kitty licks while you're blindfolded. your thighs slowly choking him is such a relieving feeling to him, he can't wait to feel that exotic bliss on his tongue.
cw: public-ish sex
sampo will not hesitate to tease the living hell out of you, does it everyday, and any day. and is not shameful at all, will ask you to sit on his face with confidence. after all the teasing is over though he will be messy with it. lowkey wants you to fuck his face with your pussy slowly because it feels that good. his nose literally covered in your wetness because of how deep his tongue is in, or how your forcing his face to get closer, as you're ab to cum!! also the kind of guy to finger you while he eats you out.
loves doing it in an alleyway in belobog especially. just indulging the hell outta your pussy while others just watch as he marks what's clearly his. his gloved finger so deep inside you, so deep inside your pussy and he just had to have such long and slender fingers, as he kept licking your blushing clit, and he couldn't help but moan into your pussy too <33 the vibrations just sent all the more pleasure into you. after that, he'll forcibly grab your thighs and put them atop his shoulders as he also sat you down on 2 small boxes stack on each other and eats you out even more. not afraid at all to overstim your poor hole. but how can he resist such ethereal tasting bliss of yours? it tasted so good he just couldn't get enough!
welt is very straightforward. only word that comes to mind, no shame, maybe a bit, but will ask you himself with pleasure to ask you to sit ontop of his face, or at least just let him eat you out. he's been so stressed after that trailblazing mission.. he's just gotta eat somethingg.... and you can't deny him forever so one thing led to another, he's ravaging in the taste of your hole, god.. why was it just so fucking addicting? the sticky taste of the sweet little honey you produced made him wanna cum, he is indeed stroking his cock as he eats you out, he's just that kind of guy!!
more into doing it in private, prefers that only he hears how good his tongue makes you feel. so long, and it just felt so good, his nose getting covered in the sticky essence, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted more and more. but would probably ask you if he can overstimulate you more LOL. if himeko like ever just comes in without knocking, he'll literally growl, and she'll be out in a jiffy, just.. can't get the image of a hungry welt eating his s/o's pussy like a homeless man who hasn't ate in days... is just certainly shocked, calm, collected, and cool; welt yang, was so easily undone and broken by his s/o('s taste yum yum yum)..
jing yuan has no mercy at all, and will ask you so nonchalantly, "hey, can you sit on my face i'm kinda stressed ;(" is the first text you see when opening your phone. is this really the dozing general of luofu.. asks you so many times actually, like when he's bored and lazing around he'll just ask you to sit on his desk while he eats you out. but dear fucking god— whenever you just came all over his tongue, why the hell did that taste so damn good?? so good he would literally eat you out everyday if he could just to have that 'snack'. and he wouldn't want anyone else's, yours was special, that's what he said. and honestly i see him to be the type that his eyes glow when he gets closer to his climax, and he is another one of the cock stroking while eating you out gang!!
whatever anyway, he'll pound the hell out of your pussy after anyway, don't worry! it's just 'till you can't move a damn muscle in your legs, kind of guy to just want to hold you down by your hips, or the plush of your thighs, he just wants you to hold still while he drinks the devil's wine. if he isn't stroking his cock while he eats you out, his hard cock will just be out in the open while he fingers and eats you out too <3. eats you out like a snack literally sometimes, because he acts like he didn't just eat you out half the time. like after getting you cleaned up and everything, he literally would just start asking "you want anything for dinner?", "huh? it's 1pm in the afternoon jing yuan—"
blade is really rough when eating you out. messy and rough. type of guy to softly bite on your clit/really rub his tongue against that spot tbh HLP.. overall is confident, "hey babe can i eat you out rq im aboutta go out" "huh??". has your legs on his shoulders and roughly brings your hole to his mouth, all that juice on his tongue is really what makes him distracted from anything else, like even if anyone were to walk in on you both, he wouldn't care, your sultry moans and you cumming all over his face is all that mattered. will finger you and eat you out because he likes it when you squirt your cum out, is in love with the idea. and right after probably would put you into a mating press and insert his dick so smoothly inside there <3
the type to say i'll wash you up after eating you out but ends up having sex in the shower and literally pounds the shit out of your hole.. again.. in the bed this time.. he gives the first impression of high sex drive, breeding kink blade, what can i say? anyways, will just be so glad to slurp all your cum up after, in love with the scent, smell, taste, anything about you, and he'd gladly say it out loud. just keep cumming all over his face when he eats you out and little bladies will be running everywhere :0
luocha, even if he is a doctor of some sort, he is either so vanilla with it, just a few kitty licks and fingering you, or rough as fuck and messy, no in between because it's either he's gonna make you cum all over his face or cream on his face, doesn't want anything in between. will be glad to finger you if he feels like he wants your cum to just squirt everywhere, mmm just sit on his face and let him do the rest. doesn't care if his hair gets messy, doesn't care if he's supposed to be somewhere right now, he just wants more of this.. essence. whatever it is, he wants more. and won't be pleased if he hasn't milked you of all of it.
doesn't care if anyone decides to walk in on you both either, but that doesn't mean he prefers public sex. just prefers these moments to just him and you. probably also has a breeding kink. while he fingers you, right before he indulges himself in you, and gets too lost and drunk on the taste, he's already daydreaming of mini versions of him and you. loves the idea sm<33 and is glad you are pleased by the idea too!! so he hopes you don't mind his rock hard cock will pound you after a few 7 rounds of eating you out! just for you <3
can't take the word pussy seriously had to replace it with hole for that and because i want this to be for everyone/every reader!!
Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time
omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.
words: 2.9k
Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though that’s nothing new. You don’t dare speak, worried you’ll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.
“We don’t have to do this, you know.” he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.
“I want to… ‘m just scared.” you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. “Do you still want to?” you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. You’re sure he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to, though.
Rin doesn’t do anything he has no interest in.
“Yeah.” he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. He’s so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. “We agreed,”
“I know.” you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadn’t lost them after you turned twenty. “Just checking.”
The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’ve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but you’ve been inseparable ever since.
Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.
It didn’t go past hand stuff.
“I brought condoms.” he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk he’s sitting by.
“I- I’m on the pill.” you respond. “I heard it feels better without… those. But we should use them.”
“Okay, yeah.” he agrees.
“… but we don’t have to.”
“I’ll use one.” he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though you’re sure it would be for yours, too. “If you want me to take it off, I can do that.”
You nod, agreeing.
“This is so…” you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. He’d never tell you, but he’s just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but he’s still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.
Perfect, if possible.
“What?”
“Formal.” you shrug.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. “I just want to make sure everything’s going to be okay…”
“It’s fine, you’re right.” you smile, “I just thought my first time would be… romantic. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” you shake your head, dismissing the idea.
You knew you’d end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. You’ve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.
He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you weren’t interested in him, though. You’ve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldn’t dare try to cross a line with. You’re his best friend, after all. He wouldn’t want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.
“It’s not stupid.” he assures you. “Here, pick some music.” he hands you his phone.
You start to scroll and realise you’re looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you don’t comment. And you don’t pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.
The boy has good taste, you soon realise.
He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.
You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.
“Is this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or something…”
“N-No, this is fine.” you smile, “Thank you, Rinnie, this is nice.”
He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.
Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You haven’t even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.
“R-Rin… do you, um, d-do you watch…”
“Porn? Yeah. Do you?”
His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.
“I know it won’t be like that… it’s your first time. And mine.” he reminds you.
He’s always been so mature. And you’re glad he’s doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.
“Good, I’m glad,” he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. “Means you know what you like.” he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that you’re still a little nervous.
“I— I know guys can, you know, it can be quick… s-so don’t feel bad.”
“Don’t worry about that.” he shakes his head. “If I cum quickly, I’ll make sure you finish.”
He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.
You’re making out with your best friend!
Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he wonders.
“N-No, I didn’t expect you to be so confident.” you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.
Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.
He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.
“O-Ow.” you speak, softly.
“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Can I take your top off?” he asks between continuous kisses.
“Uh-huh.” you nod, dumbly.
He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.
“Can I see?” he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. “Fuuuuck…” he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.
“You should take something off.” you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.
You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.
He’d hate to ruin the mood.
“Are you hard yet?” you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. “S-Should we do it?”
“Wanna feel?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. “Look what you’ve done to me.” he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.
He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.
“Can I feel you?” he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. “You’re so wet…”
“S-Stop…” you reply, shyly, “s’embarrassing…” you tell him.
“You need to be wet for me,” he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. “You’ll be so tight… even for a finger.”
He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.
“Tell me if it hurts…” he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. “Sorry, I’ll go slower. Hold onto me.” he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.
“Kiss me,” you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. It’s still painful but it begins to subside.
“Gonna add another, okay?” he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. “Sh, sh sh, I’ll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we can’t fuck.”
You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles he’s read. All of the research he’s done.
He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.
“You have to worship the clit.” he recalls one of them saying.
He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.
“Are you gonna cum?” he wonders.
“It’s too much, Rinnie!” you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. “S-Slow down, please! S’too much!” you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.
He doesn’t relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means you’re about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But you’re not her. You’re perfect.
You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.
“Good?” he asks.
“Very,” you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. “Rinnie…” you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.
“Yeah?”
“Promise me… promise you’re a virgin, too…” you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know what’s he’s doing. He’s seriously only done that once on another girl? It’s a little hard to believe.
“I promise. Was it really that good?” he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. “I’ve been preparing… reading about stuff. Asking advice. I’ve told you everything I’ve done, I swear.”
He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.
“We don’t have to do this.” he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. “Do you want to stop?”
“Um,” you think about it. He’s asking as if he isn’t already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.
“What about just the tip?” he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. He’s always known he was big, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.
He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.
Oh God this isn’t enough.
He knew he’d need more.
Just a little more.
He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.
“H-Hurts,” you tell him. “You’re really big.” you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.
He can’t help it, you’re spurring him on!
And he can only imagine how much better you’d feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. “Is it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?” you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.
“Yes.” he replies, without hesitation. “I’ll take it off.”
He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.
And it’s like you’re made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until there’s nothing left to give.
You’re crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.
“God, you’re beautiful.” he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and it’s too much. “I know I said just the tip, jus’ feel so good, princess.” he whispers delicately against your skin.
And, as expected, he doesn’t last long.
A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.
He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. You’ve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.
“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.”
“It’s okay.” you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.
“I need to fuck you again,” he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.
“W- now?”
“Soon,” he corrects you. “I want to taste you first.”
summary: you can't stop thinking about Barbatos' forked tail, and he's well aware, so he decides to show you exactly how he likes to use it over tea one afternoon.
word count: 2.2k
content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, masturbation, tail kink, penetration in both holes, tail sex, praise kink
“Ask me.”
The smooth, low tone of Barbatos’ voice softly nudges you away from your idle thoughts, and you glance up from where you’d been staring down into the depths of the cup of tea in your hands.
You furrow your brows in confusion. “Ask you what?”
A ghost of a smile plays across his lips as he tilts his head to the side, casually running a gloved finger along the filigree adorning the lip of the mug. As if in answer, his tail winks into view for a moment as his demon form pushes to the surface, twin tips twirling together before disappearing back under the table.
Your heart rate picks up at the sight, and your fingertips dig into your thigh as you stretch and rotate your ankle in an attempt to stave off the desire to bounce the nervous energy right out of your leg.
“The servants are a chatty, nosey bunch,” he muses, steepling his hands together as his green eyes sparkle.
Not quite trusting yourself to respond otherwise, you launch another question as you evenly ask, “Are they?”
He raises his eyebrows slightly and nods, leaning in slightly as if he’s readying himself to share a secret with you. “Leave anything out in the open, and they’re certain to see it.”
It doesn’t take much guesswork to figure out what he’s getting at. You’ll never forget the horror of tiredly walking back into your room at the House of Lamentation after a long day of classes last week to discover you’d left a new toy right on top of your sheets.
Asmo had excitedly drug you to a naughty looking little shop in town when he’d found you loose-lipped and horny enough one night to blurt out that one of the things you missed most about the human world were vibrators. Needless to say, you’d worn yourself out that night as you shamelessly plunged your new purchase your needy hole, bringing yourself over the edge thrice before you finally collapsed beneath the sheets, tossing the sticky toy aside and quickly falling asleep.
And it would have been fine, really.
You’d have no issue earning yourself a whispered little reputation at RAD for masturbating, for fuck’s sake. You certainly weren’t living in a house of angels, after all.
The issue was the specific vibrator that you’d chosen. The one you’d been unable to look away from after your eyes landed on it across the store, subtly clenching your thighs together the entire way home as you felt the weight of it in the shopping bag knocking against your leg with each step.
When Asmo saw the immediate glazed over look on your face the moment you walked into the store, he had gleefully explained that the Devildom’s selection of vibrators and dildos might be a little…kinkier than you were used to seeing in the human world.
Kinky didn’t even begin to describe it.
But there was one particular thing nestled amongst the shelves of monstrous cocks of all shapes and sizes that you couldn’t look away from: a teal-coloured vibrator shaped like a forked tail.
To your surprise, Asmo said nothing when he met you at the counter with a basket full of his own purchases—he simply offered you a mischievous grin as he nudged a small bottle of lube toward the cashier for you as well.
It was only later, safely in the darkness of your bedroom, that you let yourself think of it.
Think of him.
Face buried against your pillow and tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes, Barbatos’ name was a silent scream on your lips as you fucked yourself with the toy, one end of the tail stuffed into your cunt while you slid the other into your ass.
You came so hard the first time you nearly blacked out, holes squelching wetly as you greedily chased two more orgasms while the demon butler’s face flashed in the forefront of your mind. And you’d left the evidence like a beacon right on top of your bed when you’d rushed out the door for class the next morning, not sparing a single thought for the servant that would likely be in to tidy up your room in the afternoon.
Something brushes against your bare ankle, bringing you back to the present, but you can’t bring yourself to look at Barbatos. Not now that you’re certain he knows you purposely bought a fucking vibrator that looks like his goddamn tail.
As if he can feel the mortification pouring off of you in waves, Barbatos lays a gentle hand on top of yours. “Ask me if I enjoy using my tail on my lovers.”
You suddenly wish you’d taken Solomon up on his invitation to join him in researching teleportation spells. Turning your hand over, Barbatos begins to rub a comforting circle with his thumb into your palm, patiently waiting for your response.
One could say it’s difficult to want for anything with seven demon brothers willing to dote on you day in and day out during your stay in the Devildom, especially when you live with them. But, in perhaps the most cliché manifestation of the age-old adage of wanting what you can’t have, you’ve found it a battle in and of itself to stop thinking about Diavolo’s elusive butler.
At first, it was his deep voice that set you off-kilter, the tone stroking its way down your spine like liquid fire. Paired with eyes that always look like they know more than they let on and a disarmingly handsome face, the brothers and Lord Diavolo himself are hard-pressed to maintain your attention at the times when Barbatos skirts about the edges of the room, unnoticed by some but always seen by you.
While your time spent in his presence has been meager in comparison to how frequently you see your housemates, Barbatos often makes the most of it with playfully witty remarks that leave you reeling long after he leaves and kind gestures that make your heart ache, like the way he made sure the House of Lamentation was stocked with your favorite tea after you made an offhand remark about it one day.
With a menagerie of demons eager to monopolize your attention, you were nearly ready to accept defeat in the face of an impossible conquest—because in what world was Diavolo going to let you seduce his fucking butler?
Your plans to stamp out the burning embers of your little crush went to hell in a handbasket the day you saw Barbatos flash into his demon form though, unfortunately. As if seeing his elegant horns wasn’t enough to get your heart positively racing, you’d outright choked on your soup when the real star of the show revealed itself—that goddamn fucking tail.
Levi had patted you on the back as you gasped for air, vegetables and broth launching an assault on your throat as your wide eyes took in the sight of Barbatos threateningly pointing the forked appendage in Mammon’s face as he held out a hand for the money he owed Diavolo.
Once you saw that teal, forked tail in all of its slithering glory, there was no going back. The only direction you could spiral was further down into a frustratingly horny purgatory, wondering whether or not it would be uncouth to proposition the demon butler to fuck you with his tail.
And now, it’s the steady reassurance in Barbatos’ eyes as he squeezes your hand that allows you to let the words tumble from your mouth before you can think better of it, “Do you enjoy using your tail on your lovers, Barbatos?”
What can only be described as a devilish smile curls at the corners of Barbatos’ mouth, and he briefly darts his tongue out between his lips before coyly responding, “In many ways. Was there a specific one you had in mind?”
Your mouth goes dry, confidence faltering at the insinuation in his tone. “I…” you trail off, unable to muster up the filthy thoughts about the male sitting in front of you that have long-since taken up residence in your head.
A contemplative noise escapes his lips as he shifts into his demon form, slowly pushing both of your teacups aside as his tail slithers up onto the table. Your breath hitches in your throat as he lazily flicks the forked edges before pressing it closer to you, the surface of it cool and smooth as it ghosts along the curve of your jaw.
“I’ve been told the secretion has a…pleasant flavor,” he muses, eyes glittering with delight when you unconsciously part your lips at the feeling of his tail now prodding against them.
Sweet, viscous liquid that vaguely reminds you of honey, though more slick than sticky, hits your tastebuds as one forked tip presses against your tongue.
And fuck does it taste good.
You let your jaw relax, and Barbatos readily accepts the invitation, slipping his tail further into your mouth as the other tip caresses your throat. A fresh spurt of the sweet nectar pours onto your tongue, and you greedily gulp it down, moaning softly as you begin to suck on his tail. A soft growl of encouragement rumbles in Barbatos’ chest, plates and mugs clinking in protest when he tightly fists a hand in the ornate tablecloth.
“And there’s also this…” he adds, tail sliding out of your mouth and trailing down your chest, effortlessly flicking open the buttons of your RAD uniform.
Knowing full well Lord Diavolo could return to the Demon Lord’s Castle at any time, it’s a battle in and of itself not to cry out at the feeling of Barbatos squeezing your breasts with his tail. But once he uses the twin tips to tease both of your peaked nipples at the same time, the shameless whine you let out can’t be helped, not in any realm.
Meeting his gaze, you try to steady your breathing as you ask, “Where else?”
Barbatos licks his lips. “Would you still like me to…show you?”
You nod, and his tail disappears under the table, wrapping around one of your ankles and tugging your crossed legs apart. One forked tip pushes your skirt up and out of the way and then tugs aside your underwear, the other spreading your thighs so wide that you slip down in your chair slightly.
And the moment that Barbatos slides his dripping tail through your equally slick folds, your body trembles with a jolt of searing hot pleasure, and a moan so wanton and desperate tumbles from your lips that you know you’ll never be satisfied again without this—
The feeling of one end of his tail firmly massaging your swollen, throbbing clit, the other teasing at your entrance.
The desire written plainly across his face as both tips curl around one another before he begins to ease them into your cunt.
The way he leans across the table and presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, fangs scraping against your skin as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.
The damp material of the chair beneath you, sodden with the combined arousal leaking from his tail and your wet heat.
The softly uttered, “Beautiful,” as you whimper his name.
The feral, possessive snarl of frustration that escapes him at the sound of the front door opening downstairs.
…the way Barbatos continues to fuck you with his tail even as Diavolo unknowingly strolls into the room with a grin on his face, seemingly none the wiser to the activities hidden beneath the long tablecloth. But after he deftly snatches the last biscuit off of one of the plates in front of you, he offers you a sly wink before turning on his heel and leaving, none too discreetly closing the doors to the sitting room behind him.
You’re nearly on the verge of making a comment about what just happened, but all rational thoughts leave your head when Barbatos quietly rasps, “This is my favorite place to use it, though,” just as a forked tip nudges at the tight ring of muscle nestled between your asscheeks.
He pauses, just for a breath, and you whimper, “Please.”
Appendage covered with both of your fluids, Barbatos begins to stretch your asshole open. If you weren’t so busy moaning and whining unintelligible sounds, begging him to go deeper, you’d laugh at the thought of the silly vibrator now tucked away in your room. Because while the toy had certainly felt good, you know now that nothing can compare to the exquisite pleasure of Barbatos using his real, dexterous tail to fuck both of your holes at the same time.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, reaching across the table once more to stroke your face, thumb sliding across your cheek. “So wet for me. You take me so well.”
You shudder at the praise, hardly able to contain yourself as a wave of pleasure like you’ve never felt before rises up inside of you. And when Barbatos curves his tail so that the part not ruthlessly plunging into your fucked out holes rubs against your sensitive bundle of nerves, you tug on the tablecloth so hard the teacups go crashing to the floor, your entire body shaking with the force of your orgasm.
Barbatos lets you catch your breath a moment before he pulls his tail out of you, and you can’t help but whine at the emptiness that follows.
Smirking, he brings the forked edge coated in your cum to his lips and licks it clean before purring, “I have some other things I can show you, if you’d like.”
ueueuehehehehehe barbatos tailfucking the reader. like holding them with his hands and using his tail to fuck both holes *smiles* and like overstimming them too (fem reader if so 🙏🏼🙏🏼) -rei boobie anon
Barbatos tailfucking fem! s/o + overstimulation
omg you said that he needs to hold the reader and everything but I get a little bit carried away while writing this.. Hope it's okay.. <3
femreader, teasing, begging, humiliation, overstimulation, semi public sex, rough sex, slut shaming, oral (giving), double penetration, Master/pet relationship;; 3026 words;;
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The way Barbatos touches you clearly reflects his whole personality - playful, almost weightless, and always so confusing, as you never can say if it was an accidental brush of his hand on your body that feels too intimate or he just teases you, maybe even torturing you with these games.. Every time you visit Demon Lord's Castle he approaches you too rarely to actually make you aroused but too often for you to not pay attention to light strokes of his arms that just knows where and how to tickle to make you bite lips. Yet today..
Today was some kind of special occasion, indeed. One of the casual tea parties that Diavolo loves to make so it's easy to run away from his responsibilities and paperwork but today his loyal servant finally accepted the offer to join you all and also relax. And oh what a miracle, the only empty chair was near you?!
But the fact that Barbatos also would just drink tea with you all didn't bother or even surprise you that much, before.. Before you choke on the silver spoon in your mouth, suddenly feel the cold leather of his gloves on your thighs.
"S/o..? Are you alright?!"
"Strange, I make sure that there's no Solomon's cooking this time, why did you choke on this strawberry pie?"
"Mm? And how can my cooking be related to this..?"
Ah, everyone around you is so worried, almost jumping from their places to pat your back and help you. When the hero of the occasion keeps drinking his tea, absolutely enjoying your blushing face and this awkward laugh as you try to calm everyone.. While his hand already lifts your skirt, caressing naked skin here.
"S/o, is everything okay? Maybe I should lend a helping hand for you too?" - he finally turns to look you right in the eyes just to get even more amused by your adorable reaction, as you're really trying to keep your voice calm. The moment your eyes meet, Barbatos just moves his fingers forward, tickling inner thighs oh so close to your panties.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright.." - and despite you wanting to hint with a glance to stop you have no idea how… Everyone around is still looking.
"Good." - He takes off your panties.
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Well, maybe you shouldn't have given a damn about everyone else as now things get even harder to hide.
For a moment you thought he would just tease you with his hand for the whole tea party, but then his tail appeared. And it was much worse than his fingers can be. One tip of it was slowly sliding up and down, titillating your folds, when the other one pressed to your clit, drawing small circles in a sensitive place.
All you can do is just eat more than usual to muffle your gasp in another bite of cake. How good Mammon was also here, in his casual goofy mood that Lucifer hated so much, making everyone around laugh. And you laugh too, trying to hide your whines and sobs under the mask of a strong fit of laughter, eyes already red and watering when you act like you finally controlled the spasms.. Oh if they all know what exactly spasms you try to control..!
Will you be able to hold yourself for the whole evening? Your hand slides down to squeeze Barbatos' knee, not in the attempt to tease him too but to warn him, warn that it's starting to be unbearable. Even when you tried to control your breath he was hearing your small gasps and whimpers, and quickly found just the right pace to rub your clit while his other tip played with the clenching entrance of your pussy, not thrusting inside, just tickling, making you be the one who wants to feel more. And you were afraid you would not have enough strength to not just start moaning out loud.
"Mm.. This time it was much more funny than usual.." - Simeon smiles, and you just now notice that everyone has already finished their tea, and the party is getting to finish.
"Oh yes! The fact that Barbatos was with us this time as a friend and not as my servant was making everything better..!" - a loud laugh of the Lord thundered across the table, but you almost didn't hear him, more concentrated on the heat between your thighs that made you cross your legs. Are you on edge now..?
"I don't think my presence change anything, but your words flattered me, my Lord.." - with a slight nod Barbatos keeps looking at everyone but not you.
"Hehe.. But do you remember that you still need to prepare rooms for our dear guest to stay overnight?"
"Of course. I will return to my work immediately." - maybe no one heard this, but you clearly notice some sight mockery in his tone. And of course this mockery was addressed to you, as at the same time all touches stopped and his tail quickly pulled away.
You whine, this time not even carrying how loud you can be, as your pussy was still throbbing, asking, begging for just a few touches before blissful release..
"I'm no less disappointed than you are, s/o.." - Lucifer furrowed his brow, looking at his boss. - "You probably should tell us that you're planning an overnight stay a little bit earlier..?"
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Never in your life have you experienced a more hard time than this evening. All this activity with the demon brother in Castle just annoys you, as you still keep returning to these moments with Barbatos, almost feeling the ghost of his touches on your warm skin all over again.
But this sinful servant just knows how to make you struggle even more, not even showing near you for the whole time, too busy with his responsibilities. And it was both good and bad, cause despite you yearning to see him again you also were afraid that you would just melt in the same second you see him again.
And only when everyone calls it night and goes into a different room, whining about how lucky Belphegor and Simeon are to spend the night in the same place with you, only then he approaches you again, catching you all alone in the darkness of the corridor.
"It seems that I left my poor darling right at the most interesting moment.."
"You did it on purpose..!" - you whisper, fighting the urge to just cling to him right here, but the shine in his bright green eyes tells you to not even try.
"Am I? Then please, meet me in my room tonight.." - leaning closer but only with his shoulders, still not touching your body, Barbatos whispers in your ear, hitting the core of your mind with goosebumps. - "I'm ready to fix my bad attitude.."
"But how I can-" - you mumble under your breath but he's already gone, almost faded away, leaving you all confused again.
Just HOW you still tolerate such unfair teases? Probably because you start to be addicted to these intoxicating games that always leave you with a light head and warm wetness in panties. Not even Lucifer with his playful flirting can make you feel the same thing that this side servant that is always in the background, hiding in the shadows, can. And you love that.
Well, maybe this whole sleepover was also just part of his plan, and the fact that you get in a room with two pretty peaceful guys was maybe also just his little touch.. Cause Belphie just fall asleep immediately, before you even enter the room, and Simeon, trying to act as quiet as possible to not awake him, also quickly get drowsy.
Just an hour, and you were absolutely sure these two wouldn't notice you go away. Well, maybe not 'just an hour', as every minute was like a torture for you, especially when you realize you would probably receive something more very soon.
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"Oh my. So I really picked your interest today, am I?"
You just whine as a response, melting in his arms the very second you crossed the threshold of Barbatos' room. Clinging to him with your whole body, you grasp his shoulders, waiting to feel his touch again, but his hands don't even move from your waist, and the whole hug feels… kinda stiff.
Oh, do you really think everything would be so easy? When you look up at him all you can see is a wild smirk, as your lover was absolutely amused with such pathetic needy gaze. One arm pat your head as he pulls away from you.
"Barbatos, why-"
"On your knees."
Not even any second thought as you already dropped on the floor, sitting in front of him. From such an angle his devilish face looks even more hypnotizin and you whine, both from shame and arousal.
But he just looks at you for a few seconds, before walking away and sitting in his bed, calling you with a beckoning sign. Oh, and of course he wouldn't even try to hide how much he enjoys your trembling figure as you quickly get closer on all fours. Like his own little pet..
For a moment you just look at each other in absolute silence, before he leans a little, resting his elbow on his knee:
"Do I really need to say that? I thought you were pretty smart to understand that good girls get rewards only after they ask nicely.."
"But.. Barbatos.."
"Mm, and I thought you got here for something more than just to show me how pathetic you look in such a pose.."
Digging your nails in the carpet, you sobs, as your face starts heating up. Of course you know when he plays and when not, and now you're absolutely sure you will receive nothing if you wouldn't beg.
"Barbatos, please.. Please, just touch me again.." - your small whine makes him chuckle and he nodded approvingly, waiting for more. - "I don't even ask for fucking, just touching.. Please.."
"Oh, how pitiful.." - your lover sighs, and despite his smile still on his face, the tone of his mocking voice was disinterested.
"No, really.. Barb- Master.." - you lean closer, clinging to his legs. - "Master, please.. I'll do anything.."
"That's better.."
Finally, FINALLY he touched you, spreading your legs roughly with the toes of his shoes as his tail quickly slid under your skirt, pressing onto the sticky fabric of your panties, that was absolutely soaked in your juices.
"Lift it up." - his gaze drops on your clothes and you quickly obey, too excited to finally get the right attention. Pulling your shirt up, you take it in your mouth, revealing your bra, while hands lifting the hem of your skirt.
"Oh, you decided to show me your whole body? Then go on, take everything off.." - still with a mocking tone, Barbatos surveyed your naked skin with the same calm gaze. ..did he even aroused or not? Or is it just a very twisted game for him, to humiliate you more?
But you don't care, as the main thing for you is that his tails already move your panties aside and start stroking your hot, trembling pussy again. Still holding your skirt with one hand, you tried to unhook your bra, as he ordered, but it was too hard, too hard when all your already small thoughts completely disappeared, leaving you with an empty head.
"What's wrong? Few touches are enough for you to get so useless?" - Barbatos sighs, leaning down and taking off your shirt along with the bra in one movement. - "Never thought what a dirty slut you are, letting a man treat you like this?"
The way his voice quickly changes from light mockery to straightforward insults just makes your stomach tickle. And this absolutely cold gaze on your blushing face and sweaty body just makes everything worse.. It's amazing how he can keep such a collected face when his tails are literally rubbing against you like that, one in front, teasing your folds, when another tip slowly creeps to your ass, tickling a tight hole. Another high pitched whine burst out of your lips but he quickly shut you up, grasping your chin.
"If you want to keep your mouth open, then at least use it properly.." - with such commentary he forces you lean closer, pressing your face to his crotch. Warmth of his hard dick that was felt even through fabric sends shivers down your spine and you let go of your skirt, instead trying to unzip his pants.
Not even trying to help you this time, Barbatos just keeps watching your weak attempts to do it, feeling just how much your hands tremble when brushing against his bulge. All he does is just keep telling how you demean yourself with such useless behavior. Oh, he's too harsh? But his tails also have nerves and he clearly can tell how much your both holes are clenching from his merciless comments, begging to be finally stretched out. But it's not the right time yet.
Only when his cock finally slaps your face, revealing from his pants, he grabs your hair again, controlling the pace with you licking his whole length. And only when Barbatos starts forcing his dick inside your mouth, his tails thrust inside you in one moment, making you moan right on his skin, tickling glans with vibration of your throat.
"Is it actually so good, to be fucked in all your holes? Well, why I'm asking.. Sluts like you love such things, don't you?" - even after his breath gets heavier from your hot tongue around his cock, your lover keeps mocking you.
Mock your sloppy movements, mock you for being so wet that he doesn't even need to prepare you, already pushing his tail deep inside you, mock you for choking around his cock and think about your own pleasure, not his, just mock and mock you every second. But your face with furrowed, twitching brows and muffled moans just tells him that you're absolutely enjoying it.
His darkened eyes now were filled with more lust, as he enjoyed every thrust of your mouth in just the right pace that he controlled all by himself, still pulling your hairs with his tight grip. For a moment Barbatos presses your head to his hips again, making you choke on the thick base of his cock and just stop, admiring your hazy eyes, full of tears.
"Such a good, whorish pet.. You want to cum, don't you?"
All you can do is whine and nod just a little, begging with your gaze instead of words. Oh, and of course with your hips that keep bouncing up and down on two tips that now speed up, moving in one aggressive rhythm. This mind shattering feeling of double filling was so new but already so pleasant to you, both your tight holes tremble from the rough resistance of his tails. God, of course you want to cum now.
"That's it.. Only dirty whores will cum when all their tree holes are stretched like this, so go on and show me how slutty you are for your master.."
The same rough wild speed that titillates you down here now was wrecking your mouth too, and you just closed your eyes, surrendering utterly to the pleasure. But a rough pull on your hair makes you gasp and open it again, just to see the smirking face of your lover.
"Did I give you permission? Look your Master in the eyes like a good and obedient pet.." - a low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and he suddenly starts to slow down. - "Or you enjoy when I throw you away in the most delightful moment?"
You shake your head a little and keep sucking his dick, begging with every move to not stop, to not stop right now, when your legs start trembling so much you barely can sit like that and not fall down, your thighs tried to squeeze together but his boots still were forcing you open, spreading your legs..
Just a few more rough, merciless thrust and you moan around his dick, sending more vibrations all over his sensitive skin while orgasm finally hits you. Your whole body freezes and if not his hand on your head you would probably stop sucking, as all other muscles in your body tensed up, concentrating in your burning pussy that now clenched tight around his tail. Your vision is blurry and you can only see Barbatos' smirk and deep dominating gaze, and it just makes these waves of pleasure inside you hit your core even harder.
Still pushing your head up and down, he admires such a pathetic view of your cumming face, absolutely enjoying your hot walls and their pressure. Just how much tighter you would be when he would pound into you with much thicker length..? This thoughts makes him bite lip as he also get too close to the edge, showing his dick deep in your throat.
"Keep your mouth like that.. Let's use your throat for its only one declared purposes.."
With these words Barbatos come too, burning your inner skin with thick hot sperm. Oh, and of course as a good pet you will keep sucking, milking him to the very end as sticky liquid running down into your stomach. Only now you were able to hear more of his groans and gasps, but not that much.. After all, if you want to hear more of his delightful deep sounds then you should work even harder now.
And of course he gives you this opportunity, pulling away your head to undress himself completely.
"On a bed, now. If you continue being so obedient, then I'll let you stay here for the whole night, pet.."
kinktober week four | humiliation | f!reader x lucifer
Welcome to week four our halloweekend double feature to send out the month with a bang ^_^
› got caught snooping hm? well, unfortunately for you the avatar of pride can't simply let such a slight go with a warning, no you have to know actions have consequences even if you act like you don't give a shit.
› warnings : blindfold, humiliation, face slap, punishment, sorta forced submission, brat taming, fingering, withholding orgasm, rough sex creampie, spit/drool
› word count : 2k+
🔪 what goes bump in the night?
In satin darkness you hear every breath echo throughout your body. It's oddly peaceful yet anxiety provoking, having one of your most dominant senses cut off lends to a jumpier state of body and mind. You couldn't even say it had been an accident, you'd been caught beyond red handed rifling through his study, but the punishment he suggested had left your ears burning, your heartbeat pounding through your entire body so loudly you thought he must hear it too.
For Lucifer, it's not just about the moment itself but it's replay value. Having you on your knees, in only your underwear and a blindfold is a sight that will be burned behind his eyelids for many, many millennia to come. When he proposed this exchange it was exactly for that: something to masticate again and again, savor the way humans savor exquisite bites of food. He didn't really care about you flipping through his things, he'd left the study unlocked on purpose just to see if you'd do exactly what he thought you would.
Really it was just an excuse to get you in a compromising position.
With poise he unbuttons the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up while keeping bemused, lustful eyes locked on you. The movement of your chest with every intake of breath is particularly mesmerizing, the way the dim lights of his bedroom play across the canvas of your skin could make an artist weep.
He circles you slowly, as a predator circles prey, crimson eyes taking in each change in your breathing coupled with every twitch of your muscles as you fight to hold still. A bemused smile graces his face seeing you struggle against your nervous system, it's thrilling to keep you on your toes when you have no way to know when he'll strike.
His fingertips are icy, the barest touch of them against your shoulders makes your breathing hitch in your throat.
"Do they not teach humans basic manners anymore?" He muses, whispering the words against the shell of your ear, and you know he's crouched right behind you.
It sends a shudder quaking down your spine, your tongue running across your bottom lip as you contemplate if his question is rhetorical. Who knows if there's a punishment for guessing wrong?
"They do-"
"Ah, so you just think of yourself as above having to use them?" His voice was strangely level, you had anticipated at least a sliver of annoyance. From his footfalls you know he's standing now, resuming his pacing as if he's a carrion bird circling a hapless creature.
"Maybe I just think of myself as above you."
The sound of his palm against your cheek reached your mind before the feeling of it, a sharp heavy burn the blossoms from the impact point to radiate outward, making even your right ear feel fuzzy from the shock. You can't help the yelp that leaves you, but feel furious inside that he got you to cry like a struck beast.
What you can't see is the odd look on his face, he wants to be angry that you'd even dare to say that aloud but feels his pride stirring precisely because you did, watching your hand come to cradle your cheek. You being painfully headstrong was endearing, even stripped nearly nude and posited on your knees you would still rather flash your teeth than submit.
It makes this particular punishment all the sweeter.
"Get up." He said bluntly.
It takes you a moment, still dumbstruck that he actually laid a hand to you. Not wanting to test his patience but refusing to give even an inch you comply but take your time rising to your feet. Stretching your arms above your head, fingers laced, listening to your joints pop as you languidly move doing your best to telegraph that you don't care if you're blind and naked.
If it were anyone other than you he'd be furious, but that same amusement practically drips off his lips. Gently he grasps your hands as you bring them down from above your head, it's a dizzying contrast but you refuse to be thrown. Smirking you let yourself be led, bare feet softly padding across the floor as he pulls you forward, until stopping you by letting go and moving behind your body, hands laid on your shoulders.
You're about to throw another verbal jab at him but the words die, garbled in your throat, as he shoves you down. The upper half of your body hits the mattress, your elbows barely catching you but his forearm braced across your back keeps you held still while your legs sunk in a knelt position again, legs open awkwardly.
A whimper leaves you reflexively, fear spiking inside your brain at being so caught off guard.
"Do you think I wouldn't grab you by the scruff?" There's a hardness to his words and this time you know it's rhetorical.
His other hand caresses hot against the thin fabric of your panties, fingers running across the top hem before pressing firmly against your clit and making you nearly jump out of your skin at the contact. You gasp, breaths coming hard and shaky, letting your cheek rest against the mattress.
Little did you know it only takes one subtle sign to signal a yield to a shrewd eye.
His lips are searing against the back of your neck, it feels almost animalistic to be bent over and held down as he strokes your damp underwear. You squeeze your eyes shut, drinking it in for all its worth. The dull throb in your cheek falls away as he moves your underwear to the side, robbing your lungs of air feeling the way his fingers prod at your entrance, swirling through the arousal soaking your cunt.
You can't help the way you sigh his name, pathetically and full of longing. As two fingers slip inside you effortlessly, your own hands catch the blanket in a white knuckle grip. The way his teeth scrape against the thin skin of your neck has you keening in his hold, the muscles in your thighs clench tight, each feeling heightened by the lack of vision.
The arm across your back lets up, his hand sliding around to grope one of your bare breasts pinching the nipple cruelly just to hear you make those low, needy sounds for him. Lucifers erection presses hard against your ass from behind, making you wiggle against him and the thought of him slotted inside you has you nearly drooling.
Feeling more and more of your arousal slide down his knuckles tells him you don't need anymore prep, but he repositions you to half stand, bent over the side of the bed as you hear his buckle clicking and the sound of his slacks falling to the floor. Biting the inside of your cheek as your toes flex, curling in anticipation.
Feeling the swollen tip of his cock slide along your ass makes you suddenly dizzy, his hands groping and kneading the fat before lining up with your slick hole. He eases in surprisingly slow, letting you feel the way your walls stretch and part for him, greedily sucking him in so you can feel every vein and the slight upward curve that prods against your cervix just enough to have you crying out.
If your body could have its way you'd never let him go, but feeling him pull out only to slam back inside you hard enough to make your body jostle makes your clit throb and brain feel like it's melting. Your mouth drops open, lips catching against the fabric as you whine his name in perfect harmony with the slick squelching sounds drifting from behind you.
As his fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise, you can feel your stomach fluttering and your abdomen tightening. Frantically one of your hands slips down to start roughly circling your clit but before you can reach it he's got both your arms held behind you.
"You're mistaken if you think this is for your enjoyment," he grunts, voice gravely and punctuated by the sound of his heavy balls smacking deliciously close to where you ache the hardest.
"Please-" you don't even get to beg, jerked up to stand suddenly, one leg bent still against the bed to keep you steady, with one of his arms against your belly and the other gripping your jaw harshly. Your eyes roll back, lashes catching against the blindfold, feeling his cock hit a new angle in this position.
His pace doesn't falter, even while he roughly slots two fingers inside your mouth to stop your whining. You let out a choked moan, tasting yourself on his fingers while feeling warm, thick saliva drip from the corners of your mouth.
Knowing at the moment he doesn't care about you getting off, only fucking you for self satisfaction and to completely debase you, makes a pressure build inside you so intense it feels like you could burst. It doesn't matter how much you incoherently blubber about being sorry, about wanting to cum, it all falls on deaf ears. Only harsh groans and squelches from your body answer you.
You can feel the blindfold getting damp before you realize you're crying, hiccupping around his fingers while you grab desperately onto his arm, any part of him you can reach from this position. Your legs shake, thighs screaming from holding the muscles so taught.
Before the dam bursts inside you hea forcing you back down against the bed, thrusts completely devolving into sloppy, hard, haphazard strokes and you know he's about to cum.
Sniffling and whining, ass up, you feel hot, sticky spurts of cum pumping inside you. Your sobs are muffled by the blankets you pressed your face into, each one emphasized by another rope of cum flooding you, your walls milking his cock for all he's worth as his hands keep an iron grip on your ass.
When he pulls out you feel so starkly empty it makes you shudder, not daring to move even as you feel his load start to drip out of you.
It's cruel, using you and leaving you so unsatisfied. Finally you move, shakily standing like a newborn foal as his hands yank the blindfold off. You blink, dumbstruck, against the sudden barrage of light as more tears slide down your face. Your arms wind across your chest, hugging yourself as you blink the saltwater away.
You suddenly feel horribly small against the chill of his bedroom and the shrewd look in his eyes while he dresses himself. After sliding a hand through his mussed black locks he uncuffs his dress shirt, casually making his way to the dresser and picks up a slim stack of papers.
The absurdity hits you like a freight train; you standing stark naked and shivering, skin sticky with various fluids while he looks like he just walked in from a meeting.
He shoots you a look, glancing up from the paper he's looking over, as if to say well, are you going?
Your cheek suddenly throbs again, and you feel fresh tears flood your waterline. Small, sniffling breaths are the only sound inside the bedroom as you slowly dress, hands shaking and making each article of clothing feel like a monumental chore.
Rubbing your eyes with your sleeve you softly slip out of his room, the heavy oak door shutting behind you with a soft click.
Blearily you stumble back to your room, equal parts mortified and seething as you feel cum soaking uncomfortably into your already damp panties. Gingerly you sit on your own bed, still in disbelief.
That bastard wanted you to snoop from the very beginning.
✿ warnings: lactating, reader has cow ears and tail, titties play, clit play, breastfeeding
You can feel someone's eyes watching you as you snuggle against the wall. It's your first day at a new farm, and you can't help but feel shy and embarrassed. Not to mention the fact that you're still in your old, ugly clothes. Your eyes flex when you hear footsteps coming your way. Your eyes lock with a young farmer, and your heart skips a beat.
"Hello, sweetheart," he says, crouching down at a good distance from you. he wears a sweet smile, but you're still unsure what to think about him. He's wearing a button-up that he leaves surprisingly unbuttoned, and his hair is in a bun. You've never met a farmer this young.
Your previous owner was an older man. Your whole family lived under his care, and you couldn't complain, he was a good man. But unfortunately for you, he focused his business on horses. And when your siblings were born, you as an older cow, had to be sold to a different farm.
"I'm your caretaker Suguru." The man introduces himself, and you nod at him to show him you acknowledge him.
"I have new clothes for me," he tells you, and you finally notice the basket next to him. It's full of blankets and clothing designed just for you. He pulls a few garments out of the basket, reaching his hand to give them to you. You look at the clothing, and you notice that it's beautiful, but you find the man more beautiful than everything in the world.
The days go by, and you and Geto start to get closer. You wait for him every day to come and milk you, and he never misses, except for one day.
"Oh, you poor thing, did I forget about you?" he coos, your eyes filling with tears. He forgot to milk you yesterday, and you were filled to the brim. Your boobs hurt like with all the milk stored inside. You feel betrayed, you thought you were his favorite
"Come here, sweetheart," he says, stretching his arms for you to lay in them. You shake your head, giving him the angriest face you can master. He chuckles, pulling you closer to his body. He kisses the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.
"I hope you know you're my favorite." his praise means nothing and everything to you at the same time. You've become attached to Geto, but you can't stand to see him give attention to other people. You thought that maybe he likes you more than a cattle he has to milk. In the end, you're not so different from normal humans, you have a pair of ears and a tail, and you have to be milked.
"I'm tired of you treating me like a cattle," you tell him, his eyes widening.
"I never meant to" he wants to apologize, but you cut him off, "but you did."
"Do you want me to treat you like a human?" he asks angrily, his eyes darkening. You look him straight in the eyes before sticking your tongue at him.
"That's it," he growls, ripping the soft white dress off your body. Your boobs fall out, milk already dripping from your nipple. He manhandles you until you are on his lap. Geto takes one of your boobs in his hand and squeezes, milk spraying everywhere. His mouth latches on your boob, and he sucks. Your eyes go wide, not expecting him do to something so vulgar. He milks you by his mouth, some of the milk dripping down his chin. You feel your panties get wetter and wetter every second. You always get needy when he milks you, but he usually uses machines. This is the first time he used his mouth. His mouth feels so much better than those machines, even though he's being mean to your boobs, biting them as he sucks. It's still better than machines that almost pierce your boobs every time they touch you.
"Geto, I need you." you moan, relaxing into Suguru's body. You feel him smirk around your nipple before his hand travels down your body to your pussy. He touches it with his fingertips softly, laughing when he sees that you're absolutely soaked.
"So wet already," he says, kissing you on the cheek. You turn red instantly, this is exactly what you wanted. Now he's treating you like a human girl.
he puts his fingers on your clit, rubbing it gently. You have never had another person touch you before, and somebody else's touch feels so foreign but so good. he doesn't dare to touch you differently, he just rubs your clit while still sucking on your boobs.
The weight in your boob soon becomes lighter, and he moves to the next one.
"you dirty girl," he says, his hand slapping your pussy. You yelp, whining in Geto's arms. He can feel you're close, but he also wants to milk you dry before you cum. Your hips buck to meet his hand, but he smacks your pussy down.
"Don't dare to cum." he says as he sucks harder on your boobs. There's not much left, and as much as he wants to savor the taste, he knows you want to cum.
He pops his mouth off your breast, some of her liquid leaking down between your bodies. He applies more pressure with his fingers on your clit, making you arch your back against his chest.
"Are you gonna cum?" he asks, rubbing you harder. You nod your head, knowing it won't take long before you cum.
"Come here, sweetheart." he turns your head, kissing you right on your lips. Wind knocks out of your lungs as you cum with Geto's lips still pressed against you. Your body trashes against geto.
"Good girl." he praises you as he throws some blanket around your body, the dress he tore away from you being unwearable.
"Don't ever think that you're not my favorite. I couldn't ask for a better cowgirl than you."
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, creampie for @peachwineandsunshine ◇ red room event (closed)
You’re so soft. Like a pillow against his muscular body, helpless atop his lap. Your bouncy ass slapping his thighs. His strong arms were wrapped around you as he jerked his hips upwards, his hard cock hitting your gushy pussy deep. His other hand traveled to cup your breast. Fuck! It made him harden at your softness even more. You’re so goddamn squishy and he had a tit in his hand like a stress ball.
How did things come to do this? Nagi was just playing a mobile game a while ago and now he couldn’t help himself from the feeling of your fluffy cunt squeezing his rock hard dick so fucking tight. He’s so helpless. Completely losing grasp of control just to squish you, the so goddamn adorable you, that he couldn’t put it in any other way but to rail you until you melt in his firm hold.
“Sei~” you mewled, and his forehead buried at the back of your neck, sweat dripping from the side of his face.
Can’t get enough. Can’t get enough. Can’t get enough. He, then, knelt you on the floor that you were now in all-fours as he was on his knees. He grabbed a hold of your waist as he pounded hard against you. His cock kissing your womb with how deep he was digging.
Nagi leaned closer on you. His huffs were endless, and thrusts roughened as he felt it coming. He knew you’d be reaching yours with the way your walls began convulsing around him. Your minds felt like in an endless daze, and all you could do was keep the pressure until you’re there. There! There! There—
“Y/N!” His voice, in a desperate and breathless whisper when you trembled in his arms.
“Oh, Sei...” you moaned when you felt his hot milk filling you up.
Both of you caught your breath. Nagi rested his on your shoulder. His arms tenderly remained around your plush frame. God...You’re so soft. So soft it makes him hard.
Lucifer's big demon cock leaving an outline every time he thrusts into your poor, abused and weeping human pussy. A little part of him can't help but revel the fact that he's ruined you for any other cock, let alone that of a human.
nonnie! the visual i just had guuuuuh!!! thank you for this 🧎🏻♀️ long time no luci thirst! <3
Lucifer wants to close his eyes shut and relish the way your warm cunt feels around his bare cock; how it’s eagerly sucking him back in for more, more, more; how it’s making such lewd wet sounds every time his hips desperately buck into yours but Lucifer can’t. Lucifer can’t close them because his deep scarlet eyes are fixated on the visible outline on your stomach—the outline of his cock; appearing and disappearing every time he thrusts in and out. The size of it makes Lucifer’s head spin. You’re taking him so well.
Oh if you could only feel the sensation of pride swelling in his chest, the feeling of pure satisfaction blossoming between his ribcage but you don’t need to feel it because Lucifer is staring at your body like it held the stars—his crimson irises held nothing but carnal hunger. Lust. The corners of his lips were curled upwards while he moaned in pure bliss, rough pants in the shape of your name hung in the thick air. “Devilishly beautiful. . Oh, look at you all stretched out because of my cock.” Lucifer gently presses a palm against the imprint of his cock on your stomach which pulls a drawled out moan from you, hands immediately flying around his wrist to grip it.
“You take me so well. . Ruined you so good that no other cock would fill you up like this, hm? I bet no human would be able to.” “Mmm, that’s right because you’re all for me and myself only.” Lucifer’s voice is deep but laced with obvious amusement that it almost sounds scary—the way his voice shakes with pure delight like a madman; so drunk with the view before him, intoxicated by your body. He’s enjoying himself. You can’t even form a coherent sentence from how the tip of his cock kisses your cervix oh so deliciously. The sight before the prideful demon gets him going—he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.
do u think belphie would have a spit kink?? having sm thoughts of belphie craving to be close to mc in every way possible (i need help)
a/n: he's a little brat and I think there's a lot of things under the degradation umbrella he'd be into.
➤ belphie + degradation
0.5k words | nsfw | kink discussion (spitting, humiliation)
So, Belphie's a little shit (affectionately). He's got this really smooth manipulative streak that kind of feels dirty. You're tainted every time his pouty mouth and wide, watery eyes plead with you to give something new a try. If you like it, he likes to boast how great his ideas are and next time you shouldn't whine so much.
Of course, if you don't like something you try together, he twists things around and makes it sounds like it was your idea the whole time and it's not his fault. He's also a bit sulky after because he's pretty sure you're not going to try it again, at least not anytime soon. He spends a lot of time thinking about what went wrong and how he can change things for next time so that you might be willing to give it another shot.
Belphie likes degradation. He can be mean and selfish—he drips insults into your ear and marks your body with his filth. He's sloppy with aftercare because he wants to keep you that way. He marks you in ways he's not sure anyone else ever has (or ever will if he has a say in it). He wants you to smell like him and taste him in your mouth and walk around with sticky skin as a reminder of everything you do together. He wouldn't waste his energy or time doing this sort of thing with a random fuck, either. He wants you so desperately because he loves you.
So, a spit kink? It falls under that whole degradation umbrella of things he loves to do with you. With spitting specifically, it works both ways. On the rare occasion he actually gets on top, he holds your chin and forces your lips apart so he can spit in your mouth. Your eyes are watery with desire and shame but you swallow obediently anyway. Maybe you're riding him and you're nearly begging him to stop because you're overstimulated and it feels like you're about to rip apart at the seams. You're cock-drunk and you can't think straight, and you can barely speak other than little hiccupped sounds when you try to say his name. Your mouth hangs open and drool trickles slowly down your face and rolls down your chin. He swipes it away with his finger and sucks it into his mouth. "Look at you, you're so dumb on my cock you're slobbering all over yourself like a little bitch in heat. Does it feel good? It's okay, I know it does. One more for me, yeah? Then we can have a little nap."
There might be occasions when you drool on his pillow while he's railing into you from behind. His hand grips the back of your neck and pushes you down into the damp cotton, and the annoyance in his voice is genuine. "You're makin' a fucking mess all over my favourite pillow." He literally rubs your face in it, and you might whimper from embarrassment or stutter out apologies, but your body betrays you and clenches around his cock when he calls you a dirty little whore.
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