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[xythlia]

𓏲 ࣪₊ ʟᴏꜱɪɴ' ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ

♡⃕ ࣪ nsfw. minors do not interact ⸝⸝ fem reader, mention of biting, cowgirl, creampie, kinda subby levi, praise, mostly soft smut

♡⃕ ࣪ ft. lucifer, mammon, levi

a/n | I was kinda surprised how much ppl liked this little blurb in response to an ask about the characters crying bc mc is too tight & I had many requests to do drabbles for everyone but I'll split them up into parts so it's easier for me, so this is eldest only younger brothers are next then dateables ^⁠_⁠^ pt2 is here!

feedback / rbs are appreciated ♡

› 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

He enjoys placing restrictions on himself, no matter crazy with want he is Lucifer's movements remain slow. Every slow push inside your cunt makes his head spin, leaving him nearly gasping at how snug you are around him. No matter how badly part of him wants to simply hike your legs up and set a pace that would leave you sobbing beneath him the larger part of himself refuses to give this up.

Your breathing hitches as his hips pull back, leaving just the swollen tip of his cock inside you before pushing back inside against your muscles in a noticeably gentle thrust. His lips mark a path from your jaw down to the side of your neck as the lewd sounds of skin on skin fill the air. Your nails dig into his shoulders and as one of his hands slides down to gingerly circle your clit your pussy clenches around him, making him bite his bottom lip. His own breathing quickly becomes ragged, but his pace remains steady.

He's a demon of discretion, knowing when it's more apt to savor every second spent inside you.

› 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

The confirmation that you want this, that you want him, is enough to nearly bring him to tears. Mammons every touch is reverent, laced with love and each kiss drips adoration down your throat. His hands shake lining up his flushed, precum slicked cock with your entrance. The drag of your warm, slick cunt makes him whimper, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He forgets himself easily, too caught up in how you squeeze his cock; the push and pull of your body bringing him back in, both of you begging the other for more. Mammon needs to be as close to you as possible, there's no space between your bodies and he rests his forehead against yours and laces your fingers together.

As your legs lock around his hips his teeth nip your skin, begging wordlessly for it to never end.

› 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈

He loses his head too easily, but how could you blame him when you whine and squeeze around him so tight it makes him feel lightheaded? He may be overzealous but it comes from a place of pure need, grabbing onto your hips and bringing you to bend down while he bucks his hips into you. When he feels close, he completely falls apart beneath you, a babbling mess of praises for how good you feel, how badly he wants to cum inside you.

Once he's on the threshold you lean back, hands splayed against his chest to enjoy how full he makes you feel. As you raise your hips, letting his cock slip out just enough before sliding back down you enjoy your favorite view: hells admiral moaning beneath you, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as his hips push up and his cock kisses that sweet spot inside you.

After you feel that thick warmth spread inside you he pulls you down once more, just enjoying the feeling of you still pulsing around him.

[xythlia]

thinking about cockwarming one of the brothers (asmo or mams) while doing your nails or vice versa 🫣

𓏲 ࣪₊ warnings: cockwarming, use of pussy/cunt/clit, teasing, nail painting, being called cute, creampie, sloppy sex

feedback \ rbs are appreciated ♡

"Ah, I told you to stop squirming so much," you teased, wiggling your fingers over your shoulder to show Mammon the smudged polish on your cuticles.

Your laugh dropped to a groan feeling his hips buck against your ass, the weight of him inside you shifting as he whined. Biting your lip to hold back you shifted your hips as your eyes drifted back to the bottle of polish on your desk.

Mammons breathy groans made your skin clammy, desperate to have him touch you but you couldn't walk back your restrictions now. He had to learn to be patient, and apparently so did you. Still, a little teasing never hurts so with each drag of the brush against your nails your cunt squeezed around him, mapping every vein and feeling his cock throb in response.

"You think you're so cute, don't ya?" He panted through gritted teeth, fingers digging into your hips.

"Yeah, so do you-"

Before the quip made it all the way past your lips you moaned feeling his lithe fingers against your clit.

"You're right, I think you're so- fuckin- cute," he growled through gritted teeth, ignoring your squeak of protest as he rose, still inside you, and placed a hand firmly on your lower back to keep you pressed to the desks surface.

Your mouth dropped open as he slowly pulled out before slamming back inside you, making your body jerk against the wood. Mammon set a deep, rough pace and as your hands scrambled to hold on to something the bottle of polish clanked to the floor, forgotten.

He helped you get one leg bent against the desk, giving him a better angle and making tears floor your lower lash line. His fingers danced smooth, rhythmic circles around your clit in time with every thrust and it made your breathing hitch.

The desk rattled, suddenly feeling rickety against the onslaught of movement and for a moment you imagined it breaking beneath you. You didn't get to linger on the thought for long with white hot pleasure burning fast through your bloodstream and shooting straight to your brain.

As your legs shook all you could do was babble his name, cries of harder, more; it spurred him on until his thrusts became bruising and sloppy, one hand massaging your ass cheek.

"You look even cuter like this ya know," he bent to whisper against the shell of your ear, body pressed hot against yours as you felt thick, warm cum flood your cunt.

If your brain wasn't feeling like jello you'd tell him he was absolutely adorable when he was all worked up.

[xythlia]

⎙ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐓 !

› mammon x f!reader

› request for my mootie wif the best ideas <3 @aestrayla I hope u don't mind I took some creative liberties but u know something like that would make him SNAP ajdhsks

warnings : squirting, talking about making reader a mommy (not sorry), creampie, mating press, semi rough sex, aggressive mammon, possessiveness, hickies/biting, dacriphilia, breeding

"Uh, hey- wait what is that?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head, breath coming in short bursts in between drawn out moans of his name.

The tinny voice coming from somewhere by your head barely registers in your brain, your field of vision dominated by Mammon as he laid over you between your legs.

"I dunno if you're busy or something but I was calling to talk..."

The way Mammons teeth flash as his lips pull back in a possessive snarl makes something ignite deep inside your tummy. One hand finds your face, gripping your jaw while he forces you to look in his eyes, full of something primal that makes your heart beat erratically, not get distracted by your phone.

You hadn't seen it, but he definitely did catch the way your ex's name flashed across the screen right as he'd slid inside you, pushed your legs up to make sure you felt every inch of his cock as it pushed inside your soaked cunt. You'd been messing around in his bed after a movie marathon, your phone had been the one thing not tossed onto the floor as you both got caught up in each other.

Seeing it turned his mind into a flood of red. How dare some scum sucking human guy call you up? Doesn't he know you belong to him? And what the hell were you doing keeping an ex saved in your phone? Don't you know who you belong to? Without thinking he'd slid his finger to answer the call.

Mammons lips brush against yours, shushing your cries and his hips stop moving, keeping his throbbing cock inside you as you squirm.

"Answer him, baby." A whisper of a growl.

Your eyes gape, full of confusion as he lets go of your jaw, pulling away ever so slightly.

He can see the panic dancing across your previously pleasure drunk face.

"Yeah, sorry I'm- I'm really busy-" you struggle through the words.

"Okay," he pauses briefly. "I mean we can talk more later but I was thinking about you, us, you know? I miss you. I was wondering if you'd wanna give it another try?"

The question sits like a loaded gun in the room.

Your eyes are wild, hands scrabbling above your head fumbling for your phone but Mammon beats you to it. Snatching it up as you whine.

Mammon pulls nearly all the way out of you, feeling the way you clench around him in a desperate attempt to get him to stay. The swollen tip of his cock is all that stays nestled inside you. Gently he sets back on his heels, his other hand finding your pussy as he feigns absentmindedness while slowly circling your clit.

In a tone that makes you shiver and squeeze your eyes shut he starts speaking.

"Don't think so, man. She's too busy about to become a mom."

At that, coupled with a hard press of his index on your aching clit, a particularly hoarse groan is pulled from deep inside your chest.

"What the fuck, hey who is this dickhead?" Your ex's voice takes on a hard edge but it doesn't even register to you, not with your head pressed back against the pillows and your hips rolling upwards to chase Mammons touch.

"Ya heard me, but why don't I let her tell you herself?" He mocks, setting the phone right above your head as his hands dig into your hips in a bruising grip before he slams his hips back against you. The force of it makes you gasp and almost choke on your own spit.

But he can't stop himself now, forearms planting themselves firmly on either side of your face, lips devouring yours. It's sloppy, almost animalistic the way he pounds you into the mattress.

Your head is spinning and you've all but forgotten that there's someone else listening to you right now. There's no space in your mind for that, not when Mammons pace is so brutal and the only thing you can do is claw at his back in a weak effort to anchor yourself.

"Fuck," he pants, "Ya wanna be a mommy?" A smirk paints his face as he nuzzles his nose against the side of your neck, licking and sucking against the thin skin like his life depended on it.

You whine, burying your fingers in his snowy hair. The question makes your mind short out, like an electrical wire snapping and spraying sparks in its wake. You open your mouth but all that comes out is an incoherent mess, cries of his name as you frantically reach down and grip the backs of your thighs to pull them up, your moans reaching a fever pitch as you feel his cock prod even deeper.

Letting go of your neck with a soft pop he finds your lips again, biting on your bottom lip and drinking down your cries like they're the finest wine in any realm.

After a hard nip to the swollen flesh he breaths out against your mouth, "Wanna hear you say it."

Tears slip down the sides of your face, you feel the odd wetness of them pooling against your ears as you sob eagerly. "I wanna be a mommy- please-!"

Your voice gets cut off in a squeal as he takes control of your legs, pushing them so far against your chest it makes you wheeze. He grunts against the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him, your slick walls throbbing and just begging to milk him. With your mouth dropped open in a silent wail Mammon feels something warm spray against his abdomen.

But still his hips keep thrusting against you, balls twitching every time they slap against your ass. He can feel the way he's clenching his jaw so hard his teeth might break. Seeing your slack jawed tear stained face and feeling the way you cling on to his shoulders so pathetically finally slows him down.

With a few long, deep thrusts he stills inside you, relishing in the way your pussy is practically sucking in the warm thick cum spurting inside you. It's confirmation, in his mind, that now he's gotta commit to this.

In a fleeting second of awareness his eyes slide from your cockdrunk face to your phone. The screen is dark.

With a grin that oozes smug satisfaction he captures your lips again in a slow, burning kiss, tongue sliding against yours languidly.

Dragging his spit covered lips to kiss along your jaw his hips gingerly start moving again, prompting a low whine from you as your eyes flutter open.

His hands reach under you, cupping your ass and holding you open for him. "Gotta make sure it takes, right?"

[xythlia]

Using your pact to make your demon cum as many—or as few—times as you want.

𓏲 ࣪₊ warning: use of clit/cunt, hickies, creampie, mating press, overstim, verbal restrictions/commands, use of pet name baby

playing with verbal restrictions is something I can see mammon really enjoying because he can't just act on impulse or be greedy when it comes to you in that situation. a sultry command of no touching drives him nearly insane, but it's worse when you're riding him and his hands ache with the sheer need to be touching you, feeling you. When you pair it with a command to not cum, he's shamelessly whining beneath you. Pupils blown wide with lust, hips bucking up into you, and sweat glittering against his skin as he pleads with you. Whimpering about how incredible you feel, how badly he needs you, needs to be the one pushing your legs up and filling you up until he's the only thought in your head.

When you relent and he finally gets you sobbing underneath him, a necklace of hickies blooming across your chest and your thighs muscles screaming from how many times he's made you cum, you realize that commanding him to cum didn't necessarily have a limit; and that your poor mind is too pleasure drowned to give one.

As your body jolts feeling his fingers circling your overstimulated clit he gasps against your neck, "need to feel you cum again, c'mon you can take it baby". when you fist your hand in his hair, spasming cunt clamping down around him, you can feel even more of that sticky warmth spilling inside you as he pushes his cock impossibly deep, sitting heavy and full against your walls. desperate to make sure you keep all of him inside you.

panting against his devouring lips you give a weak smile, letting him continue to give you every drop he's got.

[xythlia]

Could I please request cockwarming scenarios? With either the obey me characters, Stardew valley bachelors, or genshin characters? Thank you!!

꒦꒷♡ . . . DRABBLES \\ COCKWARMING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ . . . WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ cockwarming ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ biting ⸝⸝ possessive ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ brat taming ⸝⸝ spit swallowing ⸝⸝ soft sex/morning sex ⸝⸝ lite degradation ⸝⸝ mean dom kaeya⸝⸝ semi-public ⸝⸝ minors do not interact!

♡⃕ ࣪ . . .SPECIAL GUESTS | itto ⸝⸝ alhaitham ⸝⸝ kaeya ⸝⸝ diluc

♡⃕ ࣪ . . . NOTICE | eep i hope u like it anon i strayed a lil bit from just cockwarming bc the second i think of them too hard i just :3 get a lil silly also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to edit (⁠^⁠^⁠)

ITTO . . . "Ah, shit you feel so good," he groans against your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin before his teeth catch against your flesh. It makes you whine, hips bucking desperately but still those firm hands grip you in place on his lap.

"Itto, please," you whine. It felt like torture, being this stuffed full with no friction even the small wiggles of your hips didn't provide any relief and your desire was only rising, growing into some ravenous thing inside your chest.

"C'mon, you can hold out a little longer-" his words fell off into a gasp as you were finally able to lift yourself up, feeling near tears as you slid back down his thick cock, moaning as the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. You knew you were being a bit of a brat but you'd had enough, an eternity of squirming in his hold crying out for him to just fuck you.

That was all it took for his resolve to shatter, any intention of holding you flush against his thighs abandoned feeling your pussy practically sucking him back in every time you'd lift your hips. The head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you had your vision turning to static, the world barely visible in flashes as you frantically brought his hand to your clit, your fingers clawing against his shoulders as he circled it. It felt like you were on fire, molten lava flowing through your veins before it burst out, leaving you whimpering and biting into Ittos neck as your orgasm crested.

You went blissfully boneless as he fully supported your body, thrusting sloppily upwards into your cunt with strangled grunts and whispers of affection against the side of your head. Every time he cums inside you swear you've never felt more full in all your life, yet each time feels like the first; cum spreading like syrup to coat your insides while he remained hard inside you.

An exhausted smile painted your face, both of you curious how much more you could take tonight and Itto firmly believing you should start every night sat on his lap and milking his cock.

ALHAITHAM . . . Cold. Egocentric. Aloof. All things you'd said to him before, mostly in jest sometimes out of frustration with how detached he could be. Still, none of that mattered when you were creating a puddle of arousal on his lap inside the House of Daena.

"Quit squirming," his cadence hasn't changed despite your needy cunt squeezing around him in a vice grip. The reprimand made an embarrassed heat sear beneath your skin, making it prickle. Nobody got you as worked up as he did, and he was smug in that fact. Knowing you publicly detested him yet privately let him bury load after load inside you gave him a perverted satisfaction.

This was a step above, however. Getting you like this, cunt soaked and shivering from holding yourself back, in a place as risky as this? A feat to be satisfied with.

"You're so run by desire, it'd be repulsive if I didn't enjoy your company," he mused, a wicked grin on his face as he moved his hips to tease you with the promise of friction as one hand snaked up your shirt to pinch at your nipple.

It had you even more keyed up, fingernails digging into the pages of the book laid out before you so hard they were drained of color. So you still had the presence of mind to pretend this was a normal, if bizarrely intimate, study session.

He couldn't wait to see exactly how long you'd last like this.

DILUC . . . Morning light filtered through the gauzy window coverings, the bedroom awash in shades of muted gold that highlighted you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

A strange wistfulness enveloped him, a longing to remain here in this moment for as long as possible. Willing you to remain asleep, swimming through dreams while his hands unconsciously roamed your body. They weren't the ravenous movements of lust, no, but the pensive movements of a man overcome with love.

He did love you, as heart stopping as that revelation had been he was glad for it. It forced him to admit the life of a stoic perfectionist was a lonely one, starkly contrasted by this present warmth with frigid greys.

As his thumbs ghosted over your nipples came the silent I love you. His index traced your bottom lip with the same silent thought. Swiping his fingers through your arousal, feeling his blood thrum hot with eagerness, and feeling the low pressure as the head of his cock pushed past the relaxed muscle he couldn't help but groan the same sentiment out loud as he sunk inside you.

Catching his breath, that zeal ebbed into a lazy comforting one and he had no desire to move or rouse you from whatever pleasant dreams captured you. He only hoped he was in them, too, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, accompanied by the blissful slight pulse of your walls around him.

KAEYA . . . This was a punishment a long time coming, you were fairly sure. The last few days had seen more bold teasing from you, and his growing irritation with your antics.

Tears pricked in your eyes as his hand gripped your jaw, your mouth open with garbled whimpering. You'd been impaled on his cock for what felt like hours, your cunt throbbing and clit sore from the smacks he'd given you when you'd tried to get yourself off.

And now you were here, spread eagle with your back against the solid desk, his cock buried inside you yet still, and Kaeya with that mean glint in his eye.

"Now now, you couldn't listen yet you expect to be rewarded? That just doesn't make sense," he tutted.

You whined again, hands gripping his forearm as he leaned down closer to your face. You could barely make out the glittering string of spit through the tears gathered at your waterline but you knew this was yet another test.

Enthusiastically you lapped it up, swallowing as you knew he expected you to. Your pussy ached with how badly you needed him to move, wrap your legs around him and feel him flood you with orgasm after orgasm. You needed it so bad your thighs shook, legs trembling pathetically all splayed out.

Even though his face was now unreadable, you hoped you'd earned at least a small reward with that show of obedience.

[xythlia]

Surprising mammon for his birthday with some absolutely sinful gold lingerie. You spend the night worshipping him, showing your devotion and greediness for him, taking your sweet time with his sensitive body

𓏲 ࣪₊ hbd to our mans hes getting smacked between us all like a volleyball holding on for dear life <3

› cw : f!reader, lingerie, body worship, praise, nipple play, hickies, handjob, petnames (baby, honey), anal fingering, ball fondling

Your skin prickled with anticipation and heat, not even the cool air inside the bedroom worked to combat the fever stoked by arousal. The chain clasped around your neck, draping down your chest in interlocked mesh did little to ground you.

It was extravagant, something he rarely got to indulge in anymore but tonight was a treat; what could be more fitting for the Avatar of Greeds birthday than his beloved in trappings of gold just for him to unravel? You bit your lip, hands roaming your skin feeling far too needy for his touch.

But patience comes first, he went out with Asmodeus to do some shopping which means he'll be doubly surprised when he opens the door. Fortunately you don't have to wait much longer, hearing his telltale footsteps coming up the hallway as you rise to sit perched on your legs folded beneath you. It felt like that earlier desire was now a string fully pulled taught by ghostly fingers.

With a grin that nearly hurts your cheeks you watch as it takes his brain several moments to catch up to what his eyes see, mouth slightly agape as he takes you in. In a rush he fumbles with the door, dropping shopping bags at his feet.

"What are ya-"

"Happy birthday!" You tip your head back to laugh, purposely showing off your gold dripped breasts.

As your giggle tapers off you rise to your feet, padding over to him to take his hands in yours, noticing how hot his skin feels.

"Ya wearing that just for me?" You don't miss how his voice cracks on the last syllable. Stopping just before the bed you gently place your hands on his chest, humming in affirmation as they run down over the soft material of his shirt stopping to slip your fingertips beneath the hem and reveling in the way his breathing hitches at the contact.

"Mhm," you place a kiss to the side of his throat, "just for you...". The air is balmy as his hands hesitantly rest at your sides, as if for a split second he wonders if he's dreaming.

Encouragingly you drag his shirt up over his stomach, dragging your lips up his throat, over his jaw, before finding purchase at his lips in a kiss that devoured all air in your lungs. As he backed you up the rest of the way, until you felt the edge of the mattress hit the back of your knees, you pulled back to slow him. With a soft tch you help him pull his shirt off then toy with the waistband of his jeans before he eagerly slid them off as well.

"Thought ya said it was mine to unwrap?" He asked. Gingerly you palm his erection through his boxers, eyes half lidded as you guide him to lay on his back letting you straddle his hips. The sharp intake of breath as you slide your pussy, barely covered in a thin scrap of satin, against him makes you nearly moan.

He looks so gorgeous beneath you, hair tousled and skin already gleaming with sweat in the low light.

"It is, but what kind of birthday would it be if I didn't give you something extra special, hm?" You murmur as your fingers curl around the band of his boxers, enjoying the slight whine that slips past his lips.

His eyes are glued to you, rapt with want as you wiggle your hips again, friction working like pieces of flint to spark embers in your tummy and make your clit throb. Again you tell yourself to be patient, bending down to nip at his jawline before daring to swipe your tongue along his neck, sucking and grazing the flesh with your teeth to create vivid purple bloom across his clavicle.

Teasingly you roll his nipples between both thumbs and indexes, swallowing his whines as you bring your lips back up to his and his hands knead against your ass. In jerky motions his hips buck against you, desperate for that earlier friction as you pinch and lightly tug at his nipples.

It's easy to tell he's getting impatient, needy and you answer his breathy moans by slipping his boxers down. In a flash he's gotten the idea already, raising his hips to help you slide them off as his cock springs out of its confines to lightly hit against his abdomen. The swollen red tip makes you nearly start drooling, tongue sliding across your bottom lip with the faint remembrance of salty, thick cum coating it.

But that's not what you have in mind tonight, it just wouldn't be enough to show him how deep your affection for him runs. Softly you wrap one hand around his shaft, slight, slow pumps as he throws his head back against the pillows with a moan so deep you can feel how wet its got you.

"Feel good, baby?" You purr, keeping the pace languid to feel him throb in your hand. Instantly a deep flush spreads across his cheeks, one hand clawing at your thigh as the other lays against the top of his head.

"Everything ya do feels good," he grunts out the last part, already breathing heavy as your thumb smears precum across his tip.

"You know you're everything I ever wanted?" Your other hand reaches between both your legs to fondle his balls, a sweet spot you found early on in your relationship. Between the ragged breathing and the whiny moans you know he can't answer you, but you didn't really anticipate he would so you continue.

"You're so wonderful, always taking care of me," you bend back down to ghost your lips over his as you finish in a whisper, "let me take care of you baby, yeah?"

You pick up your pace, reaching over as you sit back to grab the lube resting on the bed. It's something he shyly brought up to you one day, something you've been saving for just this occasion. It slides out of the tube cold and sticky, easily enough to do one handed although some drips against the bedspread, forgotten.

Lightly your index circles his hole, gently building up to insertion so as not to cause any pain while your other hand keeps up its steady strokes against his cock. The way his jaw drops open in a silent moan as your first knuckle slides past the ring of muscle is absolutely sinful, searing itself into the back of your eyelids.

"You're doing so good, honey" you coo at him, barely holding it together yourself watching the way hes unraveling as you introduce more of your index. Tactfully you twist your hands around his cock, gliding against the skin as he sloppily pushes his hips up to chase the movement. When he stills for a moment you start sliding the digit in and out in a nice, steady rhythm.

"S'too much-" he chokes out, the hand above his head clenching part of the pillow in a white knuckle grip. "Feels good fuck-"

He cuts himself off in a strangled cry while your hand keeps pumping regardless, feeling the slow throb of his cock as warm cum spurts against his stomach, milking him as you place sweet kisses against his cheek.

Your noses brush as your hands leave him, groping for the hand towel that was also laying somewhere beside you on the bed. As you clean up in loving movements his breathing steadies against and his hands caress your sides, making you giggle.

"I get the rest of this present now, yeah?" He murmurs weakly, making your stomach do summersaults.

"Of course you do, birthday boy."

[xythlia]

𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

- ̗̀໒ LUCIFER & MAMMON DRABBLES

- ̗̀໒ WARNINGS : reader has a vag, fingering, hair tugging, food imagery but not play, grinding/dry humping, cum eating kinda. this made me feel like a lil creature biting the bars of my enclosure I totally wrote this w my pussy, head empty 😵‍💫

req: your levi fic was so yummy oml would you maybe do something of luci and mam fingering their gf in the middle of the night? like maybe wakin up from a wet dream or something?

› LUCIFER

You didn't even realize when your eyes cracked open to the darkened bedroom that your hips were moving, grinding against the bed as you laid half on your side half on your stomach.

A small shiver crawled down your spine feeling a slow, wandering hand ghosting against your side while trying and failing to bite back a small whine. You felt a nudge of guilt, it was still the middle of the night and waking him wasn't something you usually did knowing how busy his days could be.

But it seems he isn't giving you a choice, planting feather light kisses against the side of your neck while sliding his hand down your side to knead at your hip before slowly gripping the fat of your ass. It was a blissful torture, fractured images from your dream playing behind your closed eyes as you gasped, feeling his lithe fingers slip past the waistband of your underwear.

Soft fingers slid effortlessly against your wet pussy while his kisses became sloppy, open mouthed offerings pressed against your flesh in harmony with the pressure against your clit.

One of your hands drifted up, fumbling and caressing any part of him you could reach as his fingers slid inside, curving and scissoring against the pulsing internal heat. It made your head spin, feeling like a firefly lighting up a bright spot in the dark while the slick sounds of his fingers working faster mingled with your desperate, low whispers and whines.

Your hips jerked, leg muscles flexing as his palm pressed against your clit, giving your greedy body leverage to grind against him harshly, moans devolving into pants and gasps as some of his hair was caught in your grip making him groan deliciously against the shell of your ear.

It wasn't like a tsunami crashing over you, but rather the slow spread of melted candy through your veins as your cunt spasmed and your hips rutted wildly against his hand while pleasure rolled thick and sweet over your brain.

As you lay there catching your breath he holds you tighter against himself, humming something you don't recognize as those skillful fingers slide your underwear down...

› MAMMON

Your own sharp keel shook you from sleeps embrace, grinding against his leg as you lay cuddled into him. Immediately you felt heat rush through your veins in the combination of embarrassment and arousal. Hearing him rouse, a confused little noise turning into a throaty groan feeling your hips working against him.

Your fingers twisted into his shirt as one of his hands palmed at your ass before he gently extracted from your needy grip, guiding you to lay flat on your back and kneeling between your legs.

You closed your eyes to the dark, relishing in feeling his hands sliding up and down your legs and kneading the flesh of your thighs, fingers coming to tease at the fabric of your underwear. It made you whine, jerking your hips in a silent plea for him to touch you not toy with you.

A low moan of satisfaction broke past your lips feeling his fingers run over your damp underwear, pressing against your clothed clit making you grab at his forearms to finally beg for him. You knew that was a weakness of his, hearing how much you needed him made him quickly lose his head. Sliding your underwear down his hands shook, and you could hear him choke on his own desire watching in the dim light as you spread your legs further.

His fingers came to spread your already soaked pussy open, enjoying the sight of you so needy and wet for him. Gently his fingers slid through your arousal, prodding at your hole and you didn't need to see him to know he was sporting that adorably self satisfied grin watching you writhe against the sheets.

You bit your lip feeling his two fingers slide in easily, knuckle deep and making your cunt spasm in anticipation of what was to come. Holding your legs open you enjoyed being the greedy one tonight, the sloppy sounds and your low moans stoking the low fire inside your gut to a quickly built inferno.

At the sudden higher pitch of your cries he withdrew from you, circling your clit instead and alternating pressure while you could feel those golden eyes glued to you, drinking in every expression you made.

Your hips rose, desperately chasing release before the heat built to an unbearable level. Between whines and groans were cracked whispers of his name, like it was suddenly the only word you knew as you felt your cunt pulse, throbbing around nothing and smearing mixed cum and arousal into his palm.

Panting, your hips dropped as the roaring fire dimmed but when you opened your eyes to see him licking your mess from his fingers with naked lust in his eyes you pulled him down between your legs; intent on making the most of the midnight interruption.

[xythlia]

getting high with belphie but he's letting you smoke his shit only so he can mess around with you the type of slimeball guy

𓏲 ࣪₊ belphie x f!reader

dregs demon with a fuckass bowl cut plows ur girl (for the sake of this let's pretend smoking would work the same in the devildom as it does irl okie)

— 1k+

— cw : smoking, recreational drug use, sex under the influence, reference to drug induced paranoia, kinda dubcon ish, humping, degradation, fingering, cervix fucking, dumbification, mating press, crying, squirting, creampie

You should've figured Belphie wouldn't invite you to his room for any actual study session. He sat cross legged beside you on the bed, breaking down the weed with careful fingers before packing it, his practiced ease of no surprise to you. Everyone else in the house preferred to pretend they couldn't smell the headiness that regularly clung to the younger sibling, the result of a long abandoned argument.

His eyes flicked away from you, nervous as you watched his tongue slide along the edge. It was a natural instinct to shift closer as the lighter coughed, watching it spark as he sealed the edge with one fluid movement. Clearly rolling a blunt was second nature to him, and you nearly giggle aloud thinking that he should've been dubbed the patron demon of rolling instead of sloth.

It's clear he sees something flash across your face, barely raising an eyebrow at you before leaning back against the pillows. It irks you for a second, the way he looks at you like you've never done this before and says he'll take the first hit. His faux confidence makes you snort in answer nodding anyway as he brings the lighter in close, cupping around the flame as the end lights up deep orange.

On the inhale, as his shoulders roll back, you feel a strange stirring inside your abdomen. He's always had that grubby sort of beauty about him, a slightly rough exterior that melts in the privacy of his room. You lean back against the wall as he offers it to you, eyes barely open but you can see their sharpness as he watches the way you move.

The paper offers a better flavor than you thought it would, a subtle cherry mingling with thick smoke as it glides down your tongue. The throat hit isn't harsh, a pleasant surprise he wasn't using stem filled regs. You close your eyes as it seeps from your lips in a slow exhale, feeling his eyes on you all the while.

You grin at him, earning a smirk from him as he gestures for you to keep it for a bit.

"Trying to put me on the moon?" It's coy, but you don't refuse the extra hit.

"Lightweight." He flashes a smug smile, "you'd be there in what, five minutes?" You laugh, but can't ignore the way your tummy twists while looking at him and you know he notices, desire subtle in the way his tongue slides along his bottom lip. You take another deep drag before passing it back, holding his gaze.

You hate that he's right, in the next few quiet minutes your brain gets fuzzy and your body comfortably warm, like taffy left in the sun to soften. Your movements feel equally slow and stretchy as you turn to face him, leaning in close. Belphie had the same idea, to your surprise as your noses brush and his inhale stutters.

The hesitation in you both is achingly frustrating, so you take the first step, tilting your head to press closer. Your mouth parts easily, offering no resistance as your lips meet and arousal coats your insides like sticky honey.

His hand, warm and urgent, caresses your thigh as his tongue slides against yours. As your mind drifts farther your movements become sloppier, spit slicking your lips as you move to straddle him and his hand cups your ass, kneading the flesh through your sweatpants.

When you finally break away shyness sets in, your fingers curling against his shoulders as he leans back to raise the blunt you forget about back to his lips for a leisurely drag. His head tilted up, making sure to exhale above yours before whispering.

"You look good," the huskiness of it makes butterflies swarm inside your stomach. That hand slides up to your lower back, slightly pushing you to lean back in as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

"I think you'd look better with my dick in your mouth," he barely whispers. It makes you shiver, eyes wide in shock but before you can even process it hes gone. Pulled back simply rubbing that hand up and across your lower back as if nothing had happened.

Gooseflesh prickles across your skin, making you feel almost paranoid, did he even say that?, until those suggestive eyes come back to you and you know it wasn't imaginary. Before you can open your mouth again he's grinding the blunt out, fingers curling beneath the hem of your shirt and ghosting against your sides.

It makes you jump in his hold, inadvertently brushing against his erection.

"You okay?" he asks, fingers going still.

You don't trust yourself enough to talk, head fuzzy with the high and the desire so you simply nod and press yourself back against his chest. It's warm and comfortable, making you long to stretch out like a cat and close your eyes.

That smirk is back and you know he's feeling smug seeing you like this. Gently he guides you to lay on your back, taking care to lift your shirt off before you're fully against the mattress. He follows, tugging his shirt off before pushing himself between your knees, pressing his erection against your clothed cunt making you gasp.

He takes the opportunity to bring his lips back against yours, devouring your gasps and slipping his tongue back into your mouth, sliding over yours until all you can do is claw at his back and take it. He tastes like the rillo, cherry burnt with earthy smoke, and it reignites your body to move. Hips rolling with his in a strange pantomime of sex, the friction of your clothes making your clit throb with every push.

The high makes you bolder, locking your legs around his hips as he grunts, a faint fuck lost in the perfect meld of your mouths, swallowed as if never spoken at all. He breaks from you, resting his forehead against yours as his breathing comes in shallow pants.

You don't let him ease back though, hips rolling once more and making his chest hitch. He ducks down, pressing lips to your throat before a searing nip from his teeth makes you yelp.

"Don't tease," his breath fans hot across your skin, "I'm trying to be nice here."

"Who ever said you were nice," you quip before you can catch yourself.

As he leans back you see a glint of cruelty in his eyes, then feel the sting of his thumb and index that snuck inside your bra to pinch your nipple. It makes you cry out, grabbing his forearm as he huffs out a laugh.

"Yeah, I guess I don't have to be," his hand slides down to slip past your sweatpants and the band of your underwear, "When you're already begging to get fucked there's no point."

The whine you let out as his finger flicks against your clit makes embarrassment sear across your skin, proving him right. You turn your head to the side, refusing to look at him even as you raise your hips so he can slide your bottoms off, and refusing to show that his words made you even more aroused.

"Shit, you got that wet from a little kissing?" He teased, nuzzling his face against your cheek to make you face him again. "You don't gotta tell me I'm right."

Lithe fingers prod at your cunt, making your hips buck as you finally turn your face and whine, pressing needy kisses to his lips. But he's not just going to give you what you want and you can feel the shit eating grin as he kisses you, fingers swiping through your wetness and barely pushing against your hole, it was torturous.

"You're so needy", he coos and you don't even attempt to bite back, reveling in the feeling of his fingers pushing inside you with a slick squelch. As they scissor and stretch your muscles out you pull him back to you, a kiss all teeth and hunger as heat builds in your gut and you squeeze around his fingers.

As you break away to throw your head back against the pillows he withdraws, leaving you to whimper as he rolls his boxers down letting his slim, but not lacking in length, cock spring against his belly. He gives a few short tugs before rubbing the flushed precum slicked head against your pussy.

As he positions his head against your slick hole you moan, anticipation making your adrenaline spike, yet the satisfying stretch doesn't come. Instead he gives shallow thrusts, just the tip, making you pout and stutter your hips to try and guide him inside fully.

It's making you feverish, squirming against the bed as he hovers over you braced on his forearms. You gasp, making him groan as you clench slightly but in one fluid movement he slides inside you and the length of him momentarily makes your head spin. You almost swear he's prodding against your cervix and it steals the air from your lungs.

Belphie doesn't even wait for your adjustment, thrusting into you so harshly it rips a wheezed moan from your throat, hands frantically finding purchase against his back to dig your nails in. It's all you can do to hold on against the jostling of your body as the obscenely wet sound of your cunt dragging him back inside with every outward pull rings in your ears, toes curling and mouth dripping open as the head of his cock kisses your cervix again.

"D'you hear that?" he groans against your shoulder, making you dig your nails into his skin harder for his teasing. But god the sound alone could make you cum, wet sticky slapping as he fucks you hard enough to make you sob. "Aw, is it too much? You gonna cum already?"

If you could speak you'd tell him you hate him, but his mocking only makes the coil wind tighter in your gut. You choke on your own breath, coherent thoughts unraveling as your impending orgasm mingles with the high to leave you mouth agap, high pitched cries cut off by every brutal thrust.

You don't even realize he's trying to kiss you again, only feeling the spit and drool smear into your skin as your legs hook around him, heels pressed harshly into his lower back. It should be impossible but you swear he's hitting a faster pace now, balls slapping heavy against your ass as he fumbles to shove your legs up instead of around him, hands pressing your thighs to fold up so hard you'll surely bruise in the morning.

The orgasm makes you feel blind, sobbing as you grip the backs of your knees only to end up choking around his fingers as they frantically shove inside your mouth. Salty tears slip against your taste buds, everything a blur as you feel a pressure release inside, not even registering the liquid spurting against his abdomen. You clamp around him like a vise, a grip so unwilling to let go it's like your body's begging for him to cum inside.

Teeth sink into the junction of your neck and shoulder, as his hips slam into yours one last time before you feel thick, hot cum flooding your pussy but it doesn't even enter your mind. Too numb and boneless to protest, sniffling as his fingers leave your mouth.

"Damn, you're so messy", he murmurs, helping you bring your legs down as he pulls out, humming as you feel cum leaking out of you. "I'll grab a towel then we're taking a nap."

You huff, basking in the warm glow before finally getting that stretch you longed for earlier, joints creaking and for once you're incredibly glad he's the demon of sloth.

[xythlia]

𓏲 ࣪₊ warnings: toxic dynamics, mind games, possessiveness, jealousy, piv, use of clit/pussy/cunt, cervix fucking, mating press, choking, semi hate fucking (?), blood mention

feedback \ rbs are appreciated ♡

eep I hope I did unhinged asmo justice @jeschalynn

Asmo adores the fact that your love for him is double edged, expressed in a way that to an outside observer may not seem quite like love at all.

He doesn't want a different kind of love though, on the contrary he can't help but feed it, drowning you in displays of affection only to slyly shift his focus to another just to watch your teeth flash and your eyes narrow. To him, this is love. Every time he smells arousal dancing across your skin afterwards he can't help the yawning ache that opens inside, the one that calls to crack you apart and hold your heart in his hands and taste blood on your lips because after all isn't the point of love to consume?

And god does he want to consume you. You, so cute beneath him with your bruised, swollen lips and glassy eyes. With your mouth hung open he has a full display of those human canines, wondering if the pain of them piercing would be perfectly balanced with the pleasure of it coming from you. When you're so riled up you let him fill you to the brim with his cock, as much as he wants and he loves you for it.

But it's when you spurn him ever so slightly that has his cock throbbing, the sudden sharpness of your previously unfocused gaze as you purposely refrain from touching him.

"Oh, still feeling jealous are we?" He sneered, lips pressing against your cheeks with every turn of your head.

"If you want a kiss go ask your groupies," you murmur as your head tips back, tongue peeking out in a voiceless moan as his skilled fingers draw teasing circles around your clit.

It was funny, in a way only you could pull off, to still cling to jealous resentment with your legs on his shoulders while his balls slap against your ass. Asmo bit his lip to keep from giggling, that might piss you off a little too much and he didn't want you leaving. Especially not now. But it does little to hide the delighted smirk on his face.

He's loved that you love the same way he does from the moment he first observed it, you're the pool of water to his Narcissus.

"It's funny to you?" You bite back between gasps as he pushes your legs up towards your face, body braced above yours now. "You know how I feel but you still-"

Your voice trails off in a high pitched groan as he shifts the pace to slow but deep, cock nearly kissing your cervix with each movement. Asmo puts both hands against the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks and making your skin boil in white hot embarrassment as the squelching sound of your cunt fills the room.

"How do you feel, hmm?" He sing songs.

"Screwed up! You piss me off," your eyes are squeezed shut and you can barely force the words out against how good he feels, "your fans make you act crazy-"

In response every roll and push of his hips was skillful and the hand come to wrap around your throat and press on your carotid carried both tenderness and a warning. Through your fluttering eyelids you noticed his horns. Satisfaction, sticky and sick, welled up alongside your cresting orgasm making your thighs shake.

H fucks you like he's batshit crazy, eyes shining with something you don't have the capacity to identify right now, and pressed so close to you it's almost like you're one form. Calling him that always makes something crack inside him, and you stick your fingers inside the hornets nest every time.

Indents from your nails carve an angry red track around his forearm, but he's too focused on keeping that fucked out look etched on your face. Crazy, it's the only ugly word to fall from your lips and he knows you do it on purpose, knows you like what comes after and honestly so does he. Hearing your thin, strained whimpers doesn't make him loosen his grip on you.

That sharpness is back on your features.

"Don't get mad now," he purrs, shushing you.

The obscene noises of your slick cunt sucking him back in seem to grow louder and louder. Your eyes roll back as his pace finally becomes frantic, desperate to fill you up. "Besides, it sure doesn't sound like you're mad."

You squeak and slap his forearm which makes him relax his hold as you start sucking in air with broken hitches and blubbers of his name, for him to shut up, how much you love him, how much you want more.

He likes that you're the same, wired the same and with all the same buttons to push.

[xythlia]

꒦꒷♡ . . . HONEYMOON WEEK 𓂃 ITTO \ CERTIFIED PUSSY EATER . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS | ༝ f!reader ⸝⸝ overstim ⸝⸝ fingering ⸝⸝ possessiveness ⸝⸝ oral ⸝⸝ squirting ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ clit sucking

♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICE | welcome to day one of honeymoon week! <3 tysm again for all the luv & support on my works n I hope u guys enjoy this + what's coming up :3 ps sorry if there's errors I wrote this w my clit & im penis delirious for this man gn

♡⃕ ࣪ HONEYMOON WEEK M.LIST

You admitted it quietly one night, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

"No ones ever made me cum before," you mumbled.

"How about I be the first?" He watched your eyes widen, heart already thrumming with the thought of what it would be like to make you cum especially since he'd fantasized about you in the past always hoping you'd see more in him.

That's how you ended up here, squirming with him between your legs and his thick fingers curling against your walls, making your thighs shake. One of his hands kept a firm grip on your right thigh, keeping your legs apart while the other eagerly explored your soaked cunt.

"I bet you look so fucking cute when you're cumming," he groaned out, feeling you squeezing around his fingers. His eyes were glued to your face, obsessed with seeing every detail of your expression.

It was all you could do to moan back mindlessly, too busy being sucked down into the whirlpool of pleasure he'd throw you into. You can't believe it's only his fingers that have you feeling like you're cracking open. Looking down to see his hand working relentlessly against your pussy gave you a head rush, choking on your cries as your leg muscles tightened.

"Who else's made you feel this good, huh?" He asked, voice cracking as he felt his cock straining against his pants.

You couldn't answer, bliss as thick as honey had flooded your brain, a thick coating that blocked out anything but the pulsing of your clit. He leaned over you, making you whine at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear.

"Who else has made you feel this good?" His whisper carried a twinge of something your fuzzy mind couldn't place.

But you made yourself slur out, "Nobody." Your nerves felt like they'd caught fire, legs jerking in his hold as you felt it crash over you, your orgasm so strong it stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers curled against his shoulders, moans ringing sharp against the walls of the bedroom as tears washed the world around you in watercolor.

He tore his eyes away from your face to watch the wet spot beneath your ass grow, your orgasm and the way your cunt clenched making fluid seep out erratically. It was mesmerizing to watch, making his need to bury himself inside you even greater but he steeled himself. This was about you, after all. He wasn't going to be another person neglecting your wants and needs, not when he's waiting so long to have you.

You squeal as he shimmies down the bed, his hands on your hips dragging you down until his breath fans over your wet folds, making you wriggle in his hold. You'd barely come down from the first-

"Shit-" you cry out, hands frantically twisting into the sheets. The feeling of his tongue lapping against your pulsing clit makes your heart skip, Itto isn't holding back with his arm up and splaying a hand over your tummy and the other gripping your ass cheek as he tilts you upward.

He's like a man possessed, sucking on your clit and letting his tongue dance around it, ripping high pitched cries from deep inside your lungs. If you clutch the sheets any tighter surely your fingers would break, but it was the only thing anchoring you against the rolling tide.

"Fuck-", he slurs against your cunt, "you're so amazing," the muscles in your abdomen contract as he slips two fingers back inside you, tears sliding down your cheeks feeling that band of pleasure tightening again inside you.

With the rhythmic pumping of his fingers and the way he sucked on your clit that band snaps back with force, your hips jumping up wildly as fluid drenches his mouth, neck, and hands and your cries become desperate, devolving into garbled chants of his name.

With a certain hunger he licks up every bit of cum, gently licking against your spasming pussy before pulling back, your bleary eyes meeting his watching as he sucked his fingers clean.

[xythlia]

☆⠀─── HONEY TRAP⠀ 〳〳⠀ LUCIFER

( ☆ ) — synopsis : you decided to download a sugar baby app, swearing to yourself it was just to get you through money wise. until what you believed was a scammer just using Lucifers pictures turns into something a little different, with a real proposition.

( ☆ ) — word count : 2k+

( ☆ ) — warnings : f!reader, sugar baby ish, talk of baby trapping, creampie, slight nipple play, squirting, mating press, dumbification, dacryphilia

going insane bc I woke up at 4 am with the need to write this I feel like I was momentarily possessed also sorry if there's errors but I'm eepy n don't wanna fix it <33333

Your mouth went dry initially, seeing the notification pop up on your lock screen.

You had downloaded sugardevil in a moment of desperation, a stress spiral caused by the heavy strain of your schedule here in the devildom. Working and keeping up with the brutal coursework had you on the verge of tears but it had seemed like a real solution.

There had to be at least some demons here with a thing for humans, you thought you could use that to your advantage. Though after getting nothing but spam dms you'd abandoned the app, accepting that your personal funds would be tight for the year along with your sanity.

That first notification had changed things, you nearly choked seeing Lucifer's picture attached to the profile that messaged you. Surely it was a scammer, just someone using his pictures to trick other girls so you hadn't taken it seriously at first. Instead you played along, flirting and messaging every day for weeks, it was a little thrilling thinking you'd catch this demon in the act of impersonation. Never once had you considered it was really him, because what would he be doing on a sugar baby app?

Until tonight, noticing Lucifer type something out and watching in disbelief as your phone lit up against the living room coffee table.

No way.

You kept your movements casual as you reached for your phone, but his eyes burnt a hole through you the entire time. Swiping it open you could see the little dots dancing in the corner, but refused to look up at him.

It's not him. You're being paranoid and weird-

The message nearly made you choke, head snapping up at his bemused smile while the contents of it bounced around in your head.

Why don't we go for a little date right now?

"There's something I wanted to discuss with you, in my study if you're not busy?" He asked.

Your movements were jerky, nervous, as you rose to follow him through the hallways and to his study. All those things you'd said ran at light speed through your mind, as well as the night you'd masturbated to the thought of it really being him.

Fingers desperately circling your clit while you pictured him doing it instead. Would he do it quickly, getting you to cum fast and sloppy for him or would he torture you a little? Getting you right up to the edge only to snatch you back? What would it feel like to have those delicately firm fingers stretching out your pussy, forcing your thighs apart. You'd cum harder that night than any previous time, though you'd curled your blankets around you as hot shame rushed beneath your skin and you struggled to get any sleep.

It was easy to get carried away in the daydream of it, when you believed there weren't any real stakes, easy to fall a little in love with the Lucifer you created in your head when you felt so unsure around the real one.

Sitting beside him now that searing embarrassment was back and flowing through your veins. He'd just been toying with you, and you struggled to think of any words to say as the silence stretched on and grew heady.

"It was a slight shock to see you on that website." he said. "I'm sure it was just as surprising for you to see me of all demons there as well but-"

"I thought it was someone just using your pictures-" you blurted out.

That seemed to catch him off guard, making you pause in confusion. Had he believed you were really having some secret connection on a sugar baby app? Your toes curled recalling some of the more suggestive conversations with him, and talking about how you truly didn't have to worry about working those crappy odd jobs because he was more than happy to take care of you.

"I see," he cleared his throat, "well, you know it's difficult to find companionship given my... status. I hadn't expected to see you pop up there but I thought we could come to an arrangement if that's what you wish." His words hung awkwardly in the air.

"You meant it?" You said, incredulous. "Not that I'm not interested, I just don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage or anything." You picked at your nails nervously.

That amused, small smile was back and it struck you how painfully handsome he really was. But it was true, if he were to start meeting all of your financial needs it might seem suspicious to an outsider. You already stayed in the house rent free, attended their prestigious school, and more.

"I can see why you'd worry about that, but what if it was less an arrangement for financial or physical satisfaction and more about you and I?" His hand rested atop your fidgeting one.

"Don't tease me," you awkwardly pouted.

"Did anything I said seem like teasing to you?" His eyes darkened. "I did tell you I'd take care of you."

You averted your eyes, mouth going dry again because you weren't sure how to take this. It was true, over the last few months you'd gotten closer to him in general and had felt your heart doing flips on more than one occasion with him. As perfect as it sounded, being something more with him, you just couldn't help but worry if it started like this.

"I-" you were cut off when his lips met yours with real heat behind the kiss. He's quick to steal the air from your lungs, not giving you a chance to breathe in anything but him- his scent, his lips, his tongue gliding against yours. It makes you dizzy, head spinning as you feel the warm air ghost across your stomach.

In one quick movement dry cotton replaces his lips as your shirt slides up and bunches between your teeth, his voice telling you to bite. You do without thinking, mind reeling as he shifts you onto his lap and his slender fingers ghost up your sides before settling on either side of the cups of your bra. You squeak through the fabric in your mouth as he shifts them, spilling your breasts from their hold.

Your muffled moans ring out as his warm mouth covers your nipple, back arching into his touch as his tongue caresses you and hips shifting to feel his erection pressing against your clothed cunt. One hand comes to squeeze and massage your other breast, thumb and index expertly rolling your other nipple as you whimper.

His mouth shifts attention to the other, letting the balmy air rush against your wet skin. His scarlet eyes look up at you, catching yours closed and he gives a small bite to the sensitive skin to get you to look at him and make you buck your hips harder against him. You feel your panties sticking to you as you move, the shirt clenched between your teeth just as soaked.

Lucifer lets go of your breasts, drawing back to admire how disheveled you look and enjoying the way your hips haven't stopped rutting against his now aching erection. His hands settle against your sides as the shirt drops from your mouth, your eyes glassy and full of lust.

"It wouldn't be so bad, letting me take care of you, now would it?" His rasp makes gooseflesh rise on your arms as a shiver snakes down your spine, twisting along each vertebrate. He's rushing to unbutton his shirt as you blink at him, unable to form words to respond. Before you can he's thrown the shirt haphazardly behind you, guiding you to lay back against the settee with your shirt hiked up above your tits as he unclasps your bra and helps you out of both.

"What do you say?" He teases, pulling your shorts and panties off before gripping the backs of your thighs pushing them up and obscenely enjoying the view of your pussy.

Lucifer wastes no time shimmying his slacks off, repositioning between your thighs while his cock glides through your slick folds and makes your whines pick up again.

"Please-"

"Say yes," he coos, pressing the head of his cock down against your entrance but not giving you even a centimeter. You nod, clearly in an effort to just get him to fuck you already but he's adamant about hearing the word pass from your lips. Your mouth drops open, hands grabbing your legs alongside his now as he pushes into you, the inaudible pop of his tip inside you makes your eyes roll back.

"Yes!" neediness drips from the word and makes Lucifer feel like he could devour you whole. He has to compose himself before his hips push into you, finally, past the tight band of muscle to bury himself inside. You cry out, arms raised and gripping the cushions above your head while he keeps your legs pushed up.

"I can give you anything," he grunts out, feeling your soaked cunt taking shape around him. "Anything you want." Your earlier apprehension has no place at this moment, swept away in a lust drunk haze. All you can do is cry out and whine, beg with teary eyes for more more more as he fucks into you, a brutal pace.

"Maybe even a baby," he's talking through gritted teeth, more to himself than to you. "A whole damn family if that's what it takes." The sound of skin slapping skin punctuates his words, making them buzz in your head and your cunt clenches around him.

"Is that what it'll take? Answer me," His hand grips your jaw and makes the tears pushing against your waterline fall in thick tracks down your face. His rough treatment makes you feel like you're on fire, babbling incoherently and not even understanding what you're saying yes to.

"Anything, everything," his voice cracks as your thigh muscles begin to spasm in his hold. "Promise you'll stay-"

"I promise!" You half sob out as your pussy clamps around him, the pressure almost unbearable, your grip on the cushions now like an iron vice as fluid sprays his abdomen and still his pace doesn't falter.

His body curls over yours, his strokes coming hard and deep as you hiccup and tears continue sliding down your cheeks. Lucifer is fucking you with a purpose, lips crashing against yours as you claw at his shoulders now. The feeling of being locked against you pushes him over the edge, cock throbbing as he pushes messily inside you one last time before thick, creamy spurts of white drown your cunt completely. Your whole body is shuddering in his hold, pussy flexing around him like you're milking him for all he's worth.

You stay like that for a while, him unwilling to pull out and watch his cum drip from you just yet while you steady your breathing and blink the tears from your vision, the world swimming in watercolor. Your hands eventually unclamp from his back, threading through his sweat damp strands gently as he presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your forehead.

"Did- did you mean it?" You stutter in a nervous whisper, only now recalling bits of what he said. He nods, pushing himself up to look into your eyes.

"As long as you stay here, with me, you'll want for nothing."

"I don't need anything but... but you," your voice cracks on the last word, surprised at how much you mean it. You really had grown feelings for him the last few months, but always held back out of a fear he wouldn't reciprocate for a human.

You don't know how his heart clenches and his throat feels like it might close, he didn't know the exact depth of what you felt but always held a bead of suspicion. Either way, this has been the way to find out but he can already tell that as long as you stay with him, keep your promise, he'll want for nothing, too.

[xythlia]

꒦꒷♡ . . . HONEYMOON WEEK 𓂃 SHANKS \ DILF . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ age gap ⸝⸝ shanks has both hands ⸝⸝ modern au ⸝⸝ au pair reader ⸝⸝ masturbation ment ⸝⸝ pwp really ⸝⸝ shanks wants to make u a stepmommy ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ hickies ⸝⸝ clit play ish

♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICE | forever babygirlifying him I NEED to fuck this old man

♡⃕ ࣪ HONEYMOON WEEK M.LIST

His large, calloused hands slid sensually up your hips, fingers dancing beneath your shirt to raise goosebumps across your skin as he squeezed your breasts.

"You like it when I touch you?" He asked, nuzzling his face against the side of your neck.

His breath tickled, the feeling of it mingling with his touch as one hand slid down to knead the softness of your ass. You knew it was wrong, he was your employer and this was a serious violation of your professional boundaries... but wasn't it already a violation when you'd slid your fingers inside yourself at night wishing they were his?

"Or maybe you'd like this a little more?" His lips placed open mouthed kisses to your neck as the hand that had been at your ass shifted around, his thumb pressing against your clit making you whine and roll your hips.

"Please," you gasped, grinding against his hand. He chuckled against your skin, ducking his head to suck against your nipple as your hurriedly tugged your shirt up and off. An aching need burned through your veins, one hand tangling in his crimson hair as the other wrapped around his cock, thick and heavy in your grip. It made you whinier, eager to feel him inside you.

His lips met yours in a breathy laugh as his hand covered yours, your excitement making his movements jumpy as the head of his cock brushed against your puffy clit before settling against your soaked entrance.

Stray fragments of thoughts bounced inside your head, but any lingering trepidation was overpowered by his thumb rubbing smooth circles over your clit and the feeling of him slowly pushing inside you. It ached in a different way, but as your jaw dropped open that ache gave way to a blissful feeling of fullness when he was finally buried inside you, the head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you that made your cunt spasm and your brain melt like heated sugar.

His thrusts were slow, lips and teeth making a necklace of beautiful red blooms against your throat as gasped moans bounced off the dim bedroom walls. A fleeting fear came: hopefully his kids won't wake up, but as his rhythm changed that thought dissipated as quickly as it came. Your back arched against him, hips bucking and meeting his thrusts as reached deeper inside you.

Shanks eyes were screwed shut as he placed frantic kisses against any part of your skin he could reach, the way you squeezed around his cock meant he probably wouldn't last long, but it wouldn't all be a waste; maybe you could go from au pair to step mother?

Pulling back he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced in time with his harsh thrusts, your broken moans and sweaty skin enchanting as his balls slapped heavy against your ass. Without thinking he gripped your legs, pushing them up and enjoying the way you squeaked and whined at the depth change.

His breathing was ragged, mind full of visions of you glowy and round with his child. Your wailing grew in pitch and he felt it, the way your pussy clenched around him in a vise of spasming flesh and your nails dug into his shoulders.

Through the sound of blood rushing to his ears he could hear you hiccuping, babbling chants of his name as he gave one last messy thrust inside you before letting you milk him dry, thick spurts of cum settling inside your needy cunt as his breathing steadied.

He collapsed on top of you, sweet kisses pressed to your lips as satisfaction bubbled in his chest. Maybe one more round, to make sure it takes.

[xythlia]

🎤 pls elaborate on the kid spit kink I'm begging you

𓏲 ࣪₊ mdni. fem reader, use of cunt/clit/pussy, oral fixation, finger sucking, choking, dacryphilia, spit kink, spit swallowing, overstim, degradation (use of whore)

feedback \ rbs are appreciated ♡

Lewd sounds, the smacking of skin against skin and the squelching of your sopping wet cunt formed an obscene harmony within Kidds bedroom aboard the Victoria Punk.

Your legs were propped up by his shoulders as he pressed against you from above, one hand keeping your wrists pinned together above your head while the other pushed thick, calloused fingers past your lips. Kidd has an oral fixation, that much you figured out rather quickly the closer you became to your captain and the more nights you spent spread apart on his mattress.

He loves watching your eyes become glossy, unfocused, as he commands you to open that pretty mouth of yours. He loves it even more when you comply without thinking, your tongue pressed against the underside of his two fingers while the rest grip your jaw and force you to keep eye contact.

His hips smack against yours at a brutal pace, tears gathering in your eyes to paint your vision in watercolor relief as you choke the deeper he shoves those digits. As those tears make tracks down your cheeks he relents, but only slightly. Instead his now spit coated hand grips your throat, keeping your teary lust blown eyes on his face while your thigh muscles scream from how tightly the coil of pleasure is winding inside your gut.

It doesn't matter how loudly you mewl and beg for release, pathetic cries of his name stumbling past your kiss swollen lips just spurs him on. As that coil snaps and your orgasm burns white hot through your veins your mouth drops open, and with your eyes screwed shut in a silent wail you fail to see the opportunistic smirk grace his features.

Opening them again only to be greeted with the sight of a string of saliva falling, you greedily lay your tongue out farther and he fucks you through your orgasm. His grip on your throat remains firm and the part of you that's still aware is grateful for the anchor it provides against the onslaught of overstimulation.

The hand previously pinning your wrists vanishes, letting you grip his forearm and claw at his shoulder while his fingers cruelly prod your throbbing clit, making your sopping wet cunt clamp down on his cock in a vise grip. You can barely hear his mocking coos, calling you his little whore before pressing his lips to yours, flooding your mouth with spit which you mindlessly swallow between choked whimpers.

He's brutal, but so is the sea, and yet you profess love for both of them.

[xythlia]

︶꒦꒷♡ . . . MAMMON 𓂃 SWEET NOTHING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ ࣪ WARNINGS | fem!reader ⸝⸝ hurt no comfort ⸝⸝ emotional turmoil ⸝⸝ emotional smut ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ handjob ⸝⸝ begging ⸝⸝ crying but no dacryphilia ⸝⸝ soft smut all things considered

♡⃕ ࣪ NOTICES | bc of nightbringers premise I'd been dreading seeing them not remember us but starting the game tonight made me realize id have a category ten breakdown if I was mc & it made me finish this mini hurtfest I started a few days ago

♡⃕ ࣪ WORD COUNT | 800+

He stays silent beside you, even as you lace your fingers with his and pull him closer, ignoring the way he can't look you in the face.

"I love you, I've loved you."

He doesn't say anything, and you know it's both because he partially doesn't believe you and out of fear of having forgotten if he loved you. You know you shouldn't be fine with it, should be angry at the entire situation, but you are fine with it because even if he can't fully believe you he isn't outright denying it's existence. If the love had existed, isn't that what matters? Can't it exist again?

He can feel it in the way you squeeze his hand, pulling him back to you with quiet desperation. It's why he hasn't let go of you, either.

"I love you," you say again, this time a whisper. Finally he looks up at you, meeting your eyes for the first time throughout this painful conversation. Everything slows, becoming a sticky syrup you're both sluggishly moving through as your lips meet, as he feels for a sense of rightness; of having done this before.

His lips feel cold, and it makes your heart clench knowing he's searching for familiarity after you've battered him like a rouge wave with the knowledge of lost love. Is it possible to grieve for a lover while they're still breathing life into your kiss?

The emotional instability makes you suddenly reckless, needy as you close the gap between your bodies- urging him to the edge of the bed and frantically sliding your fingers through his hair, caressing his jaw, thumbs brushing across his cheekbones. Recommitting him to memory.

That icy chill is gone from his lips as your tongue slides past them and his hands grip your sides with a tremble, pulling you down on top of him as he lays back against the mattress. You trail sloppy, wanting kisses down his neck as his hands shakily run up and down your sides, as if he's unsure how to touch you but affirming between unsteady breaths that he wants this. Wants you.

As you lean back to straddle his hips, hands splayed against his chest, your heart aches again. He's so beautiful. Maybe it had been cruel, selfish even, to tell him about your past just because you couldn't handle pretending he wasn't the one who held you at night, got you through the turmoil of your first year, and who you whispered love to every morning and every night.

But as you helped him out of his clothes and haphazardly flug your own off your resolve grew to simply fill him back up with the love you'd already given, love him again and again until you're both whole.

As you cradle his cheek he looks away again, something unreadable on his face. You bite your lip, a wobbly half smile on your lips as you silence another admission of love.

"Let me make you feel good?" you murmur.

He nods, wide eyes now bouncing between your face and your chest as your hips move ever so slightly. It makes him gasp, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as your bare cunt grinds against him. You don't want to tease too much, halting your movements before he can get too worked up and reaching down to grasp his cock- thick, heavy and flushed a deep pink with beads of precum gathering at the tip.

You have to remind yourself to go slow, this isn't like all the other times before. It's the first.

He gasps once more as your thumb smears the precum along his tip, letting spit drip from your lips as your hand slowly works up and down his length. It isn't long before his thighs tremble, hips bucking as he fucks into your fist but before any release comes he grabs your wrist in a tight grip.

"Please," he croaks, "need to feel you."

Your body feels like a live wire, taught with built up energy as you adjust your position, part your thighs and line him up with your slick cunt to sink down. You go slow, watching his mouth drop open as his tip pushes past the wet muscles, feeling the way your pussy hugs against every inch as your hips finally connect in a satisfying feeling of fullness.

Leaning down you press sweet kisses to his lips, cheeks, and forehead as your hips move to start leisurely bouncing on his cock. As he whines and gropes every inch of your skin he can reach you trail soft kisses back to his lips, swallowing his moans with every roll of your hips.

From the way his chest is rising and falling beneath your hands more rapidly, and the returning tremble in his thighs you know he's close. It's there, in that moment of losing yourselves in ecstasy as he holds you tight against him and his hips pound up into you roughly, that you selfishly plead. "Say it."

He doesn't answer, making you dig your fingers deeper into his skin as his grip tightens, your earlier hurt crashing against the force of orgasm to create a bomb cyclone inside your head. As your cunt spasms around him and stars cloud your vision, your sobs and hiccups hitching in time with the snap of his hips, Mammon presses a heated kiss to your lips. You can taste everything he can't say.

The taste of salt dances across your tongue as he gives in to your clenching muscles, letting you milk thick, warm spurts of cum from his throbbing cock. The heat seeping across your insides is a small consolation.

As you cry, still connected, against his skin he remains silent. But he holds you, holds you until the sobs fade into rough breaths and those give way to only the occasional whimper from your throat. He holds you until your eyes feel heavy, sore and demanding rest from the outpouring of tears.

It's painful and bittersweet.

[xythlia]

☆⠀─── DREAM GIRL⠀ 〳〳⠀ MAMMON

( ☆ ) — request : hii can i pls request f!reader + somno + mammon 🫣

( ☆ ) — word count : 1k+

( ☆ ) — warnings : oral, somno, noncon, hand restraint, body worship, marking, piv, creampie

im sorry this is SO self indulgent (//ω//) still I luv the idea of mams being so obsessed w mc he just has to sneak in at night and get a taste of u <3

Mammon.

His name, a barely there mumble from your unconscious lips has him preening as he tightened the silky straps around your wrist, firmly holding your hands to the bars of the headboard.

You said his name in all kinds of contexts, carrying many different connotations, but this time it set his heart fluttering and his cock twitching.

Mammon started slow, building the anticipation for himself. Sweet kisses from your wrist down to the crook of your elbow, your clavicle, before dragging the thin sleep shirt up over your chest to expose your breasts, making him bite his lip as he cupped them, eyes glued to your face as his thumbs ran across your nipples and his fingers kneaded the skin.

You huffed, squirmed a bit in your sleep but weren't roused by his touch. He could feel his own breathing becoming harsher, it was exciting to think how far he could go before you woke up.

Mammon dipped his head down, tongue gingerly caressing your stiff nipple. The stimulation made you whine, barely audible, but it spurred him on to leave a trail of messy kisses down your belly, before he paused hovering above the waistband of your underwear.

Slowly he manipulated your legs after sliding your panties down, propped and spread for him, peppering your inner thighs with blooming red hickies. Licking a long stripe up your pussy he can't help but moan, you taste like heaven. Mammon's fingers slide easily inside you, making your hips jerk in your sleep.

You're making the cutest sounds, quiet little whimpers as he sucks on your clit and scissors his fingers against your slick walls. He can feel himself getting so hard it's almost painful, making him grind his erection against the bed and pick up speed with his tongue against your clit.

Even asleep you were a mess beneath his lips, and he couldn't take it anymore, hastily wriggling out of his pants as his cock sprung free. Hauling himself up he buried his head into the crook of your neck, listening to your little ah noises as the head of his cock glides through the mess of spit and arousal coating your cunt. The push inside was smooth, and his fist tightened against the bedsheets as your warm, gummy walls molded around him.

His thighs shook as he pushed deeper still, gasping against your clammy skin as your arms jerked in their restraints. Your unconscious noise of surprise choked into a deep moan, making him rise off you, golden eyes burning your features into his memory.

You looked holy, chest heaving, legs spread, it made his head spin as he grasped the back of your thighs and started losing himself in the feeling of your desperate cunt sucking his cock in before he could fully pull back to pound into you. He was hooked, understanding suddenly what the human word addictive really meant.

His thrusts were sloppy, unable to keep up with the head rush. Mammon wanted you to wake up then, wake up and beg for him, cry for more and sob about how good he felt inside you. Just imagining it, in his pussy drunk daze, was enough to give his thrusts more determination as he slammed inside you.

The dark of the room was broken up by the sound of skin hitting skin, he could feel his balls ache, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He whined, eyes screwed shut and body pressed back against yours as his teeth found purchase against your neck. He knew he was being rough, silently apologizing, but he just couldn't take it and needed an anchor to withstand the building orgasm thrumming through his body.

He wanted, needed, more of this more of you. Grunting he shoved your legs up, moaning brokenly with one last, painfully deep thrust before flooding your pussy with thick, sticky cum; emptying everything inside you.

Suddenly the dark was silent, only his ragged breathing to break up the dim. His head was hazy, pleasure soaked and pussy drunk, lips marking a sloppy trail on your skin until they found your own once more. He didn't want to have to leave you, wanted to hold you against him and drift off, and begrudgingly he pulled out, untied your hands, and scrambled to redress himself while casting a forlorn look at your disheveled body.

Guiltily he recognized it was a scumbag move to fill you up and leave you alone, but it couldn't be helped. You weren't really his. Still, the least he could do before slipping out the door was tuck the covers around you, fix you up a little bit. His cheeks burned all the while, bursting with satisfaction seeing the mess he made against your skin and between your legs.

He didn't look back as he cracked the door and eased out into the hall, quiet as a ghost moving towards his own room. He wasn't looking forward to the restless hours ahead, leaving you after that was painful and he knew it'd burrow deep into his brain and rob him of sleep.

You woke up feeling sticky, sweaty against the sheets. As you groggily sat up you rubbed your eyes, figuring you just had a night of poor sleep and that's why your body ached a little bit and your head throbbed.

You stretched, recalling bits of the dream you'd had and feeling suddenly squirmy. Dream you had been getting fucked, hard, completely out of your mind by Mammon. Heading to the shower you kept replaying those dream sequences in your head, you suspected from the beginning he liked you... Maybe your subconscious was trying to nudge you harder in his direction.

You giggled to yourself against the warm spray of the water as you squeezed body wash onto the wash cloth. At least dream you had a good night.

Humming to yourself you scrubbed the sleep grime from your arms. As you bent to swipe the sudsy cloth over your thighs you gasped, turning your leg in disbelief at the red marks decorating your skin. How hadn't you noticed getting undressed?

Uneasily, the dream took on a sinister tone in your head, prompting your fingers to probe against your folds, eyes wide in shock seeing the remnants of milky fluid on them as you held your hand up. The warmth of the water did nothing against the cold chill spreading across your skin now.

That was no dream.

[xythlia]

𓏲 ࣪₊ ᴍɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴅᴜᴄᴛ

♡⃕ ࣪ nsfw content. minors do not interact, dark content ⸝⸝ fem reader, teacher/student, power imbalance, humiliation, oral (m receiving), abuse of power, swallowing, face fucking, masturbation

♡⃕ ࣪ word count : 1k+

a/n | i feel like i haven't written anything in a long time but since it's my birthday + luci's i feel inspired, im sorry i was in my dryspell era >.< this might be a lil rusty but hope you like it

feedback ⸝⸝ rbs are appreciated ♡

The tip of your nail swipes back and forth across your bottom lip. This last exam had been bad, beyond bad truly it crossed into breakdown territory the second he handed it to you face down. Only you. Shame had run hot beneath your skin, eyes scanning the page that looked so doused in red corrective ink it may as well have been used to mop up blood.

This would absolutely tank your average if you couldn't find a way to fix it, so you found yourself seated anxiously outside Lucifer's office, leg bouncing and trying not to cry before you even sat across from him.

Your bag almost goes flying from your lap, nearly vomiting its contents as you shoot up the moment that heavy oaken door swings open. He doesn't even get a word out before you're sweeping inside, shaking his head as he clicks the door shut and you feel fresh anxiety knowing he's sizing you up.

"Please there has to be some way to fix-"

"Save it," he says flatly. "That exam was a mess, did you even attempt to skim the text?"

You can feel yourself sweating, skin prickling as you try to keep your voice level and not betray the fact that your heart was beating out of your chest.

"I did read it, is there any way I could retake the exam? I know my grades in that class aren't the best but I do make an effort." Thankfully you at least sounded less anxious than you felt.

"I told everyone at the very beginning I don't allow retakes," his eyes flicked between yours and your lips. "Although maybe if you begged, convincingly, I'd reconsider."

For the first time your out of control train of thought was stuck, sputtering that he couldn't be asking for you think he's asking for, right? Your hands shook, steeling yourself.

"Please, Lucifer-"

He cuts you off with a tsk, making you wince. "Low effort."

After a beat it dawned on you what he was truly asking for. It felt scummy, lifting your sweatshirt off slowly, but at the same time an odd thrill fluttered in your gut as you felt his eyes burning into you. With shaky breaths you stood, undoing your bra as gooseflesh rose on your arms when the chilly office air brushed over your bare chest.

You made your way unsteadily in front of him, still seated behind the desk with a bemused smirk resting on his face. A stark contrast from how his crimson eyes devoured you. Gingerly you sank to your knees in front of him, trembling hands sliding along his thighs as you glanced up through your lashes. He stared down at you in such a distinct way you couldn't help but feel like you were lesser.

Strangely, it excited you.

"Make me believe you deserve that retake."

A shiver crawled down your spine as you watched him undo his trousers, tugging his cock out of his briefs and all you could do was watch with a sudden and unfamiliar lust working through your brain. Seeing the flushed tip beaded with precum had you overwhelmed by thoughts of what it would feel like to have him sinking deep inside you.

You whimpered as he guided your hand to wrap gently around his girth, feeling dizzy as precum smeared against your lips but the satisfied groan he let out as your lips parted for him and your tongue moved against the underside of his cock went straight to your cunt.

Lewd sounds quickly filled the office, only serving to make you wetter. When his hand came to thread through your hair it was surprisingly gentle, making you squirm and accidentally let his cock hit the back of your throat. A sound that could only be described as pornographic dripped from his lips, spurring you on as spit slid down your chin and neck with every bob of your head and twist of your hand.

"Drop your hands," he rasped.

Your eyes watered as his grip on your hair became firmer, hips pushing his thick cock further inside your mouth against your muffled gagging, nose resting against his pubic hair. Forgetting yourself you shifted on your knees, spit sticky hands fondling his balls and letting every moan go straight to your head. It was dizzying and quickly you'd forgotten all about the humiliation that led you here, the only thing anchoring you was the pulsing of your cunt.

One hand stayed against his thigh to keep your balance as he used your mouth all on his own, but you couldn't take it anymore. Your fingers deftly slipped past your waistband to stroke at your clit, which set him off on a stronger pace that left you barely able to see him through the tears crowding your vision.

The vibration from your gags and moans were sending him over the edge, evidenced by how recklessly he pushed to hit as deep as possible in your throat. Your thighs were screaming, muscles beyond sore from both supporting your position and with how tightly you clenched while rubbing rhythmic circles around your neglected clit.

As your own orgasm crested he gave a series of particularly mean thrusts, making you snort through the tears and spit before thick, salty cum filled your mouth. It was a superhuman effort to swallow around him, and as you pulled back you heaved for air, noticing the glimmering string of mixed cum and spit connecting your lips to his swollen tip before licking your lips to break it.

As he sat back against the chair fully again, you felt the mess of fluids clinging to your skin. Blinking away the leftover tears you saw him repositioning and collecting himself before resuming whatever papers he'd been working on before you got here.

It made you feel ashamed all over again, stained with cum, spit, and tears gasping like you'd just been pulled from an icy river and tossed on the office floor. Sniffling you rose, with difficulty thanks to your sore thighs and bruised knees. He never looked up as you pulled your sweatshirt back on, wiped your face on the sleeves as best you could, and hurriedly stuffing your bra into your bag.

In the rush to leave, to run back to your room, you'd forgotten why you even came in the first place before his voice halted your frantic movements.

"I don't have time to proctor a retake, check later you'll see an updated score in your course work." It was so blasé you could almost believe you'd just had a normal conversation in his office rather than being face fucked.

The door creaked as you slipped out, biting your lip and wondering if maybe you should let the next exam slip too. Maybe you could do something else to earn that extra credit...