Anything For You - Yandere!Yuta X Chubby!Reader

rise & s(h)in(e)

belphegor x f!reader

summary: you accidentally fall asleep in Belphegor’s bed, and when you wake up, innocent morning snuggling is clearly the last thing on either of your minds.

word count: 2.2k

content: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, fingering, handjob, oral fixation, tail kink, biting kink, unprotected p in v, morning sex, creampie, cockwarming, referenced poly relationships, referenced consensual somnophilia

When you rouse from sleep, you’re momentarily disoriented as lazily you reach out to swipe your D.D.D. off of the end table beside your bed, only to find your hand limply swatting at empty air. Cracking open one bleary eye, you quickly realize you’re not in your room. As if in answer to the silent question ringing in your head, a warm huff of air curls against the back of your neck.

Belphie.

A jolt of panic floods your veins when you realize you must have fallen asleep while lying in his bed in the attic watching movies with him last night. Your face heats up with embarrassment, and you’re just about to attempt to slip out from under the covers when an arm snakes around your waist.

Belphegor’s tired, gravelly voice mumbles against your hair, “Where are you going?”

So much for avoiding an awkward moment.

Turning your head slightly to glance back at Belphie, you offer him a weak smile. “Sorry for the uh…impromptu sleepover.”

He frowns when you go to move again, pulling you flush against the heat of his body, and it’s a battle not to melt back into his touch. “You think I’m upset about that?”

“Well…” you trail off, and he lets out a contrary noise.

Belphie noses the back of your neck, sending a shiver of delight down your spine, and you can feel the smile on his face as his lips gently make contact with your skin. “Let’s stay in bed a little longer.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at his insistence, and you press your face into the pillow as you grin. But while it comes as no surprise that the Avatar of Sloth is in no rush to peel back the covers of his plush duvet, it’s only when you finally allow yourself to press back into his solid frame that you realize perhaps going back to sleep isn’t quite what he had in mind.

You’ve spent more nights than you’d care to admit sprawled naked across the lush sheets of your bed at the House of Lamentation, fingers desperately plunging into the heat between your thighs, Belphegor’s name a near-silent prayer on your lips. Because despite the way most of the demons and otherworldly beings at RAD have become more than a little bit enamored with you during your time in the Devildom, the one curled up in bed with you now has been the most aloof, leaving you to eagerly crave the rare moments where flirtatious comments fall from his lips, when you can spy a brief flicker of desire flare up in his violet eyes, when his fingers linger a moment longer than necessary against your own. 

And now, you’re belatedly realizing that the fantasy of your fingers was a far cry from the large, firm shaft pressing heavily against your backside. The embers of desire that have long-since been burning for Belphie now flare red-hot in your gut, and you nearly whimper out loud as your pussy weakly clenches down on nothing in response. 

If Belphie were one of the others, you might drag this out. You might roll over and lazily kiss him for a little while first, like you did with Beel. Or perhaps you’d tease him and make him work for it—which you’d shamelessly done with Solomon. While you hold the sound in, you nearly snort at the memory of Lucifer insisting on taking you out to dinner first before he ended up fucking you right there in the entryway of the House of Lamentation after you’d returned anyway—much to the dismay of Satan, who happened to be on his way upstairs with his nose buried in a book. 

But Belphie.

Bephie.

Fuck, you’re so wet already.

Running late for your movie night, you’d hurried over to Belphie’s room fresh out of the shower, only realizing after you’d stepped inside that you’d forgotten to slip on a pair of underwear beneath the soft, cotton shorts hugging your hips. Now, unhindered by the extra material, you can feel a slick trail of arousal leaking from your cunt and sopping into your shorts.  

You can lay in bed lazily kissing Belphie all that you want later, carding your fingers through his soft hair as a low grumble of contentment escapes his pouty lips. You’ll let him indulge in every inch of you with a type of greed that would make Mammon look generous.

But now? 

Right now, while each and every one of your nerve endings is still pleasantly sensitive from the soft edges of sleep lingering in your system, you need to feel him inside of you. You can’t wait any longer.

And when you finally rock back into him, grinding your ass against his erection, Belphie gets the message loud and clear. He hums, pleased, and you can feel the vibration reverberate in his chest. Fingers beginning to roam across the expanse of skin beneath the t-shirt you’d fallen asleep in, Belphie makes a beeline for your breasts, eliciting a whine from you as he begins to massage them.

“You like it when I touch you here?” he asks, voice a quiet rasp. 

He experimentally rolls your peaked nipples between his digits, and all you can do is nod in response.

“But what about here?” 

His hand trails down your stomach, dipping just below the waistband of your shorts, and you can hear the audible hitch in his breath when he realizes you’ve forgone underwear entirely. 

Chuckling, he slowly slides his fingers lower. “Did you forget something?”

One hooked digit reaches out, gently dragging against your swollen clit.

“It was an accident,” you breathe out, far too aroused to try to lace any faux innocence into your tone.

“Hmm,” Belphie muses, running his teeth along the nape of your neck. “Are you sure? Because I swear I’ve heard you whining my name in your room late at night.”

Fuck.

Before you can come up with a witty comeback, he adds, “Sometimes I can hardly make it back to my own room before I start touching myself thinking about those cute little sounds you make.”

Oh.

Rocking into his touch, you reply, “Why didn’t you ever just knock?”

You can almost hear the smirk on his face as he answers, “Because I wanted to wait until you’d had your fill of everyone else first to show you what you’ve really been missing.”

At that, you feel the tip of Belphie’s tail brush against your leg, and there’s something undeniably possessive about the way it wraps around your bare thigh, the normally prickly areas along it now flat and soft to the touch as it caresses you. 

“So fucking wet for me,” he murmurs with a groan as he slides two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Belphie, please,” you whine, pressing down against his digits.

“If I’d have known you were this impatient, I would have let you wake up with me inside you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, and you know the words are more of a question than a statement. 

“Next time,” you confirm, cunt already aching with anticipation at the thought of Belphie sliding his cock into your needy hole while you’re still asleep. And because you know what your words will do to him, you add, “You’re the only one that I’ll let do that.”

A small growl of pleasure crawls up his throat at the admission, and he heeds your desperation by plunging two fingers into your pussy.

“Belphie,” you moan, biting your bottom lip hard as his dexterous digits curl inside of you.

“I love it when you say my name,” he rasps, letting your arousal coat his palm as he fucks you with his fingers.

But even after he adds a third digit, it’s still not enough to quell the ravenous desire rapidly crawling up and down your spine. When you reach back to grasp his cock through his sleep pants, Belphie groans, rocking his hips into your touch. As you begin to push down both layers of fabric covering his shaft, he’s quick to shove them off, his length hot and heavy in your hands when you begin to pump it.

The lazy confidence in Belphie’s voice falters as you stroke his cock, and he gasps your name when you slide your thumb over the bead of precum leaking from the tip. 

“Wanna fuck you,” he pants, jerking into your touch while he continues to stroke the wet walls of your cunt. 

In response, you tug aside the loose hem of your shorts, not even bothering to shuck them off. You push yourself back into Belphie’s cock, keening at the feeling of the head bluntly pressing against your damp slit, and he pulls his sticky digits from your cunt to tightly grasp your hip.

The sound that leaves your mouth is somewhere between a gasp and a strangled moan when he begins to ease the gratuitous length of his cock into your wet hole, your cunt greedily clenching down on each and every inch as he stretches you open. 

Morning sex, by default, is always a wonderful affair of tired, tender pleasure that never fails to leave your toes curling and your back arching as your heavy eyelids are nearly on the verge of fluttering shut once more. 

But with Belphie?

With Belphie, it’s more than you could have ever imagined.

Once he stuffs his shaft in to the hilt, he begins to ease it back out again, soon falling into a steady rhythm pushing and pulling through your tight, clenching walls. And there’s just something about the way he holds you, the way his fingers flutter across your collarbone, lips pressing chaste kisses along the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek, the whispers of your name leaving his lips. 

You’re still so tired and sensitive, and Belphie knows it. 

He revels in it, your whimper as he presses a kiss to the sensitive patch of skin just below your ear before dragging his teeth along the hinge of your jaw. The breathy pant when he teasingly pulls his cock out and drags along your wet slit for but a moment (and the quiet, choked out moan that follows when he slides it back in).

“So fucking tight,” he groans at the slick sound of his length being swallowed into the warmth of your pussy again. “I’m not gonna last.”

Any stray, wandering thoughts you’ve had in the past about the dexterity of Belphie’s tail are obliterated at the feeling of it brushing over your sex. With the soft end resting against your stomach, he presses the solid part into your clit, moving it in a circular motion as he continues to fuck you.

“Holy shit,” you moan at the added stimulation, the pleasure slowly creeping through your abdomen now dripping through your limbs like molten lava. He increases the pressure, shifting the hand gently resting against the side of your neck to cup your jaw. At the feeling of his thumb sliding over your bottom lip, you can’t help but dart your tongue out, and you hear a pleased sound in your ear as Belphie experimentally prods with his pointer and middle fingers.

“Fuck,” he breathes out when you readily take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them while your cunt squelches with each stroke of his cock as he massages your sensitive bundle of nerves with his tail. Drool begins to slide out of your mouth and onto the pillow beneath you as you slide your tongue along his digits, the taste of you still lingering on them.

And just when tears are on the verge of slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure cresting within you, the thick coil of tension in your gut snaps loose, and you moan around Belphie’s fingers as you writhe with the force of your climax.

Belphie knows you want him to come inside of you, he’s smelled the lingering scent of the others’ leftover spend dripping down your thighs day in and day out. But he asks anyway, only for you to reach behind and tightly grab his hip, nearly impaling yourself on his cock as you force him to bottom out inside of you, silently begging for it. 

And he’s nearly feral with it now—the thought of the two of you going down for breakfast, his cum still sloshing around in your pretty little pussy, eyes half-lidded in your sated state. The conspiratorial look you’ll give him from across the table as you feel his cum soaking into your uniform.

Maybe one of his brothers will try to fuck you afterward, only to find a load of his cum leaking out of you. 

Or maybe he’ll have to take you back upstairs to fill you up one more time himself before class. 

—because now that he’s had you. Belphie’s not sure he’s ever going to be able to get enough.

Belphie can’t help the way his teeth latch onto the soft skin at the junction between your shoulder and neck as his orgasm hits him, and you gasp out in pleasure as he bites down hard while he spills himself deep inside of you. And when he eventually stills, rather than moving away, Belphie just snuggles in closer and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s too early, let’s sleep a little longer,” he yawns, cock still buried inside of your cum-filled cunt as he curls against you and tangles his ankles with yours.

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*ASK* Donnie & Raph 3some

@fyreball66 Okay, first off....THANK YOU for the love. Next, THANK YOU for the patience! I hope the wait was worth it. This one is a little...uh...well...it sorta took on a life of its own and got away from me.

Basically, this one is rather long (as Donnie might say): "I have a hard time keeping it short".

***Fully advising all living persons to read at their own risk! All minors just run away screaming.***

To give you a tidbit of insight, I HC that Raph and Don were close as kids, pretty much paling around when it came to porn and developing their own 'language' so the two of them could discuss things without anyone else understanding the naughty shit they were talking about. They couldn't let Leo know, because he might tell. They could let Mikey know...cause Mikey was too lil and had a BIG MOUTH. See...I figure Raph was a big porn-horn-dog and well, Donnie being the internet genius he was a kid could easily get access to it, and so a great brotherly bond was born. I used this HC of mine to write your story to...I hope you find it enjoyable.

You enter the lair carrying your old, has-seen-better-days, computer and make a beeline for Donnie’s lab.  The dreaded blue screen of death showed up this morning and you desperately needed it fixed ASAP!

You find Donnie with his eyes stuck to the microscope, mumbling to himself.  As you draw close, he doesn’t even look up, but greets you all the same, “Hi, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company this evening?”.

With his face stuck to the ocular lenses, he misses the adoring gaze you bestow on him right before you huff a little giggle to yourself, shake your head, and think for the millionth time how easy he is to crush on, “My computer, you can thank it for dying on me”, you sigh regrettably.

Hearing the lamenting in your voice, Donnie’s gaze lifts to your pouting face as you stand cradling your beloved machine close to your chest.  Your eyes pull out their best puppy-dog-sympathy act and silently plead with him to have mercy on your situation.

For a moment, time stands still as Donnie’s mind tries to record your exact look to memory, ‘How can she be so darn cute?  However, no pouting, can’t allow a pout to grace your beautiful face’, he thinks as he swallows a sizeable lump growing in his throat.

With one of his cute chuckles, Don takes the failed unit from you with a smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it in no time”, he murmurs and walks over to his own computer station and begins plugging it up to various cables.  You watch as his talented hands easily flip and rotate the unit, examining it from all angles, and starting to work his undeniable Donnie magic.

*SIGH*…’Why can’t I be a computer?’, you think to yourself as your eyes follow his long fingers sliding and gliding smoothly over the surface of the device, knowing exactly where and how to touch it to get it to respond. 

Ugh!  You would gladly turn into a heaping pile of electronic parts just to have him work his magic on you.  Admittedly, this isn’t the first time you have had this musing, believing if you were a computer that the tall terrapin would find some interest in you.

Not that Donatello ever ignored you!  God, no.  He is one of your best friends!  It’s just that spending so much time, close to him, has your little body craving more than just his hugs, chuckles, and companionship. 

You are starting to really consider inter-species dating, uh…if that is even something that could happen between the two of you? How would you even go about asking that?  Donnie has never brought up any indications of possible love interests for any of the guys, so, it is always a huge question mark hanging in your head if the parts even match up.

Thinking about the guys and their bodies has your body feeling rather heated.  Hell, all of the guys are desirable on some level, but you definitely had two top favorites…Donnie and Raph.  First, there’s Donnie.  And what is not to like there?  Donatello has the mind, the heart, the humor, the body that just seems to go on forever, *sigh* he has it all. 

Then there’s Raph…, well, the damn cocky S.O.B. is hot.  Personality wise he is great… as a friend.  However, you truly believe, you’d end up killing him if you ever dated him.  Yep, it is just safer for him, and those rolling muscles of his, to remain eye candy.  Hmmm, thinking of eye candy has your eyes roaming over the current terrapin in your view.

Your eyes drink in his long, lean frame as it is bent over his computer desk. 

The subtlety of the ripples flowing through the deltoid muscles of his shoulders, those V-shaped triangles finely honed from years of daily katas and flexing with each arm movement.  The equally delectable biceps and triceps firm and bulging, as his fingers danced across his keyboard tether booting your laptop from his computer so that he can run diagnostics. 

You lick your lower lip and draw it in between your teeth as your eyes continue their exploration further down.  You feel your own groin muscles clench as you focus on the bevels etched into his side by the interlocking saw-toothed pattern of his serratus muscles and his external obliques. A slight shiver runs through you as you imagine what it would feel like to run your tongue over those teasing peaks.  As your eyes slide ever lower to that sinfully delicious dip of his waistline, pants always hanging just a little too south of dangerous without his suspenders on, you feel the betrayal-creep of your inner lubrication making its way out to your underwear.

“Careful, I can smell ya”, is whispered directly into your ear by unmistakable rough, cocky voice of Raphael.

FUCKING NINJAS! Your mind screams as your body jumps from the scare!  You never know where they are at any given moment.  Sneaky bastards, the lot of them, but Raph is the worst!  He seems to take immense joy at catching you off guard EVERY SINGLE CHANCE HE GETS! 

“RAPH!”, you yelp out, as your hand swings reflexively to smack at him.  His chuckle is deep and hardy as he easily slides out of your strike zone. Swaying with confidence as he backs away from your frazzled state, moving deeper into Don’s Lab, obviously meaning to stay.

Donnie hears your yelp and glances up to catch the tail-end of the interaction, lifting a brow ridge at the two of you and giving Raph a look, the meaning of which is completely lost on you but seems to be full of meaning for Raphael. 

Raph knows about his brother’s silent crush but also knows his too-socially-cordial brother isn’t going to do anything unless pushed and Raph considers himself just the turtle for that!  Raphael gestures with his hands wide and lifts his shoulders, “Slip’n’Slide and ready ta ride”, is all he says aloud. 

Your own brow quirks up in confusion, but you watch as Donnie apparently understands Raph’s odd dialogue.  Donatello glances between you, Raph and the lines of code running on the computer, replying “You can’t be serious”.

“Dude, ya can’t tell me ya haven’t noticed.  And, by da way, target eggplant set off da sprinklers”, Raph replies, leaning heavily on his knuckles which are planted on the workbench in the middle of the room.  You watch as both sets of green-amber eyes flick between you and the owner of the other set.

Suddenly, Donnie gets very interested in the computer screen, refusing to look back at Raph as he mumbles, “Probably a false alarm. Not unheard of you know.  I highly doubt rough terrain is desired.”.

Raph huffs a snort, “BULLSHIT.  I’ll show ya.  Chili pepper about ta get hot.  If I’m right, ya down fa soup? ‘Cuz I don’t wanna start something if I can’t get a participation badge. Full gaming permissions deferred - obviously, yet optionable, eggplant and honey pot being da main ingredients.”.  Again, two sets of amber eyes flick over to you and then back to each other.

You are thoroughly confused.  They seem to be having a full, meaningful conversation and you aren’t understanding a word of it!  Well…you understand the words themselves, but their meanings are obviously not what they are supposed to be.  It’s like they are speaking another language only they aren’t.

You watch as the cutest smirk passing over Donnie’s face, as he throws a glance over his shoulder to Raph, “Parameters accepted.  I could use a good laugh watching chili pepper crash and burn”, he snorts out a half-hearted laugh.

“Ha!  Get ready ta eat, lil bro, ‘cuz I’m serving it up”, Raph boasts front behind the bench, making a point to lift his large arms wide but flexed.

Donnie slips into his computer chair and typing away at his diagnostic program, smirk still firmly planted on his face, but you sense a change in the atmosphere.  Raphael looks over at you and makes a show of rolling his shoulders before he begins to saunter your way.

‘Great, what is he up to now?’, you think to yourself as you watch his smug face approach you.  He invades your personal space, like he likes to do so often - just to rattle you, his musky scent envelopes you like a cocoon, pressing you down in place, holding you captive, then he lets his eyes dip and trail down your body.  As he brings his emerald orbs back up to stare into your eyes, his thick muscular arm shoots out around you, startling you.

“Easy there, princess, just locking the door”, Raph coos down at you, only half hiding the gleeful smile splitting his face from causing you to ‘jump’ from his actions.

He moves behind you, placing himself between the door and you, making you feel a little oppressed and cornered.  You shift uncomfortably while he stands so dominant in your space, then he starts advancing, “Ya see, I have dis theory…”, he monologues to you, while rubbing his sizable palms together, “…dat there’s  somethin’ that yer keepin’ secret.”.

With his larger-than-life frame steadily invading your space, you unconsciously move to compensate, giving up ground and moving further into the lab…backing closer to Donnie.  For the life of you, you can’t figure out what the big brute is going on about, “What are you talking about, Raph?”.

“Hmmm…”, the deep bass of his voice reverberating out of his chest, all the while sounding like a predatory rumble, causing damn tingling sensations to dance a trail below your waistline.  Suddenly, he steps hard and direct into your space, putting you off balance, and since your legs are now flush with the side of Donnie’s seated posture, you fall back hard into Donatello’s lap. 

For just a second, you looked around confused as to why you didn’t fall very far and just as you realize Donnie’s lap had saved you, Raphael’s grinning face closes in, bringing his mouth close to your neck, “…I believe ya find us sexually arousing, princess.”, he purred out close to your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Despite the unfamiliar spot you find yourself in, Raph’s actions, the heavy musk in the air, and his ultra-close proximity have caused another fresh flow of inner fluids to escape into your panties.  To add to your dilemma, your nipples start to strain against your thin laced bra, joining the mutiny.  Damn your betraying body!

“Wh-what?...why? Why do you say that?”, you replied, flustered beyond belief to be sitting in Donnie’s lap, while Raph’s enormous frame cages you down, looking directly in your eyes, waiting for verbal confirmation. 

Your eyes wide with shock and embarrassment, look around to Donnie for help.  He had moved his one arm to help catch your fall, but his other hand is still steadying typing data into the keyboard, seeing your confusion while taking note of the delicate colors of your eyes, he offers an explanation, “I believe he’s referring to your pheromones.  They are quite…(clears throat)…potent today.”.

“Don’t be coy, Don.”, Raphael purrs out, leading straight into a body vibrating churr, “basically, sweetheart, we can smell ya. Dat scent leakin’ out is tellin’ me ya want ta get your freak on wit’ da freaks.  Dat yer hot for some turtle.”, he licks his plump lips as his eyes trace circles around the nipple peaks begging to be set free, he looks back at you, “Probably been thinking ‘bout it for awhile now.”.

Feeling like cornered prey, you can’t help the reflexive swarm that twists through your body, which causes Donnie to need to shift his position under you before he starts adding to the uncomfortable situation.

It’s all Donnie can do to keep focused on the computer screen.  Raph said he was going to serve and deliver, and it is starting to seem like maybe Raph’s ‘theory’ is correct.  Your scent has magnified tenfold in the short time that Raph marched you back into his lap.  Could you actually find them sexually appealing? Of all the time he spent imagining shared pleasurable time with you, he never truly believed it could ever happen.  Yet, here you were, flaring red hot in pheromones and other scents, seemingly responding to Raphael’s advances.

“Uh…”, you lick your parched lips and try to scoot back further into Donnie’s lap to put some breathing distance between you and this wall of muscle huffing at your neck, “well…I…uh”, damn what do you do?  You are seemingly caught between a proverbial rock (of muscle) and a growing hard place in Donnie’s lap. Well…you have been wondering if it was possible, and here was your chance to find out, literally, staring you straight in the face.

You swallow hard and think well…fuck it…either I say yes and this either turns out to all be a ploy for Raph to have another good laugh at my expense (what’s new there?), or I end up having my cake of Donnie and eating it too with Raph.

With your mind made up, you twist in Donnie’s lap to face him.  Your tiny hands rise to grip the upper lip of his plastron, needing to ground yourself before taking the leap you’re about to take, and you look into his golden amber eyes magnified by his glasses, having always adored the green flecks that are sprinkled like confetti throughout them, and addressed him directly, “Yes, I’m attracted to you.  And, yes, I have been for a while. I just wasn’t sure…um…if it was a possibility, you know,”, you shrug your tiny shoulders from doubt, “if you thought about…, if we could…”, you trail off unsure of how to continue.

“HA!”, Raph’s hand smacks the back of Donnie’s shell hard, causing the entire chair to jostle and groan, “I KNEW IT!”, he continues to boast but his commentary is all but lost on Donnie. 

In the matter of two seconds for you to finish your sentence and Raph’s hand to collide with his shell, his mind had lost all interest in the computer issue, analyzes, and commits to memory the feeling of your warm fingertips brushing across his scales just over his plastron, and moved through various positions and locations he wants to take you in!

Donnie’s mouth crushes to your’s in a flash.  Your breath is literally stolen from the force of his kiss, his tongue urgently demanding entry.  As his kiss deepens, and his lips stay firmly attached to you, he quickly stands up from the chair, cradling you to his abdomen, and throws a back-kick sending the chair across the lab.

Raph watches the sudden change in disbelief.  DAMN.  Who knew his baby bro had that much ferocity in him?  Raph looks between the now toppled chair and Donnie’s departing back, “Uh…Don…”.

Donnie quickly walks with you to the lab door, unlocks it, and departs out of the room, leaving Raphael staring in shock.  Raph is not exactly sure what just happened, or what he should do now, sex-crazed Donatello is new territory for him, “Um, Don…where ya goin’?”, Raph calls after his baby brother.

Raph hears a half growled, half worded response: “I ALWAYS WANTED TO TRY THIS.”

Raphael follows and finds growling and muffed giggling sounds coming from the open door to the bathroom.  Quickly, he enters and closes the door behind him, “Dude! Ya gonna wake the whole lair!  What da hell are we doin’ in da bathroom?”, he asks just moments before Y/N is shoved into his empty arms.

“Shower!”, Donnie replies before tripping out of his boots, disappearing into the shower stall and turning on water spray.  He returns out of the stall to see Raph and Y/N looking curiously at him, in his now wet pants.  “What?”, he asks to their curious looks. “I’ve always wanted to try it in the shower and, well, this is going to be quite messy…so…two birds, one stone type of thing”, he replies with a shrug.

Raph chuckles deeply, “Bro, is yer dick taking all da blood from yer brain? Ya just walked into da shower wit’ yer pants on. I ain’t even gonna mention yer bandana ‘n glasses.”, he snorts.  “Here”, Raph passing Y/N back to Donatello, “lemme show ya how it’s done”.

As you sit cradled in the arms of your favorite tall terrapin, his brawny brother starts to remove his coverings.  First, he slips one of his sais out of its leather strap, makes a show of twirling it before placing it between his teeth with a wink to you.  Next, he slides out of his leather chest harness, the heavy weight of the leather and buckles echoing around the bathroom’s interior in a resounding thug and clank as the chest adornment is discarded to the floor.  “Put her down, Don”, Raph instructs his brother, around the sai in his mouth, as his meaty knuckle gloves are stripped from his hands.

As Donnie lowers you to stand in front of him, you’re facing Raph who hasn’t torn his gaze from you, holding you captive that intense stare of his.  With a sniff and a snort, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts and he drops them to the floor. Dear God, his going commando!  Stepping straight out of them, he closes in, holding your gaze, while your eyes desperately fight to stay north of the monster jugging out from behind his legs. He’s within inches of you, you can feel the heat radiating off the wall of muscle.  You watch mesmerized as his hands lift to the knot at the back of his skullcap, and just for a split second you watched uncertainty streak across his gaze, right before he yanked the red covering off and tossed it to the side with an alpha snort. 

You have never seen him like this before.  Damn…what the difference that mask makes!  If he looked scary before, now he could down right stop a grown man’s heart from fear if he chose to.  The full forest green tones of his upper face were on full display...and terrifyingly beautiful.  His crown was covered in raised scales, resembling a very muted version of gator scales, none of his other brothers had that!

For a moment he continues to stare at you, before he removes the sai from between his teeth and adverts his eyes to watch it twirl in his hand.  You can sense a bit of his bravo is gone, seemingly waiting for your reaction.  “Raph”, you release in a breathy exhale, the awe is fully apparent in your voice, “you’re…beautiful”.

Like the flip of a switch…just like that, Mr. Cocky is back!  You suddenly find the tip of the sai poised under your chin, keeping your face lifted to see that side-cocked smirk that he is infamous for, he licks plump lips very slowly, thoroughly enjoying drawing out the moment, “Ya think so?”, he murmurs out as the tip of the sai draws a line down your delicate throat, peeking into the collar of your shirt and lifting it out ever so slightly.

The sharp intake of breath over your shoulder reminds of you the slender terrapin that has been sniffing, kissing and caressing your head, neck and shoulders this entire time.  With another hardy chuckle Raph kneels down, even at his lowered stance he’s still eye level with your upper chest, and he slides the end of the sai’s cold steel under the hem of your t-shirt, caressing the skin underneath, and looking up at Donnie.

“I think she’s got entirely too many clothes on, wouldn’t ya say lil bro?”, Raphael’s deep rumbling voice purrs out right before he expertly flips the end of the sai around, sliding in between the leg wraps that he wears for battle and his scaled skin.  With the flick of his wrist, the wraps fall in unison to the floor, removing the only remaining cloth from Raphael’s body.  “Now, I could easily remove yer clothes, sweetheart, but ya wouldn’t have much ta walk home in after…”, he addresses you again, as the cool metal of the sai returns to trail a line of goosebumps across your belly.

Understanding that Big Red means business you quickly lift your arms over your head in a silent gesture for Donnie to lift your shirt off. 

Taking his cue, Donnie’s long fingers snake in under your hemline but don’t stop there.  Sure, he could just pull the garment off, but there are so many tactile sensations to experience along the way. 

His fingertips dragged up each of your sides, gliding over your skin (much like they had before with your laptop), dipping over the curves of your ribs, and pushing the shirt up as they pulled higher. 

The smoothness of your flesh excites him and he moans into your ear right before he finished pulling the shirt off.  He discards the top quickly and, just as hurriedly, wraps his long arms around your torso, crushing your back into his plastron, while his right hand pulls your jaw to the side to engulf your mouth in another fevered kiss.

With Donnie distracting you, Raphael takes the opportunity to continue removing your clothes. Flicking the button of your shorts, he peels the opening back with a purr.  Dipping down he buries his snout into the opening and draws your scent in with the powerful intact of his massive lungs.  The scent of a sexually receptive female hitting his brain like a drug, he rolls his head, his pupils are blown wide, and a forceful churr rolls out of his throat.  Being that is he so close to your lower half, the shaking waves of his churr penetrate through your skin, vibrating your insides and causing your pussy to throb and gush.

Donatello whimpers into your mouth at your fresh scent soaking into the air.  You moan into his mouth, tongue caressing over his, mentally begging him to take his talented tongue lower.  As Raphael helps you step out of your shorts, panties, and sandals, one of Donnie’s hands slams down hard and fast over your now naked sex…with a muffed growl.

Tearing himself away from you swollen lips, his eyes laser focus in on where his hand is resting. Wanting to be the first to taste your tantalizing scent, his fingers glide easily between your soaked folds, drawing out your wetness. A string of mumbled curses fall from his lips as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. 

Reverently, his tongue reaches out to lap at the slick wetness glistening on his digits.  You watch captivated by the motion, the first touch of his tongue gathering your essence from his finger, the slip of the tongue back into his mouth, feeling, the rather than hearing, the rumble spread through his body, and then his lust darkening eyes looking down at you…’oh, fuck’, is all your mind can process before a feral, snarling Donnie literally rips your bra from your body.

Seeing his, normally, very docile brother’s reaction has Raphael extremely curious, so he nuzzles his beak down into your mound, jutting out his long tongue and gathering a bit of you for himself. 

Your legs nearly buckle as you feel a very large, wet appendage pull across your aching sex.  You moan and drop more heavily into Donnie’s arms and wanting to reach out and hold Raph’s head to your center; however, the large brute is already rising from his knees.  “Here, give her ta me, let’s get dis shower started”, he murmurs in a voice so husky from lust you swear its dropped several octaves.  He steals your weight from Donnie’s arms and starts walking towards the shower stall.

In his more animalistic, less mentally attuned state, Donatello immediately tries to follow.  Raph firmly stops him with a hand to the middle of his slender brother’s plastron, “DUDE!  Yer PANTS!”, he grouses while shaking his head, “…and we call ya the genius one!”.

You moan at the feel of the warm water rushing over your sensitive skin as Raph hugs you from behind, pushing his firming erection into the crease of your ass cheeks and enjoying the sliding friction offered there. “Fuckkkkk me!”, his gravely voice moans into you ear, “I knew dis shit would feel good, but, FUCK, gurl I think ya are gonna kill me, and dis fine ass…”, he emphasizes with a hard smack which causes you to yelp in shock,” has already got Genius out der *fucked up*.”.  Biting his lower lip and groaning, he dips his mouth down to taste the honey pot of your sex swollen pucker.

Hastily, Donatello strips out of his cargos, peeling and flinging his bandana and glasses (to God knows where), before joining Y/N and Raphael under the hot spray.  He sees that Raph has already claimed your lips, so he moves in close to explore the chest that he got a quick glimpse of earlier.

Your breath shoots out into Raphael’s devouring mouth as you feel Donnie latch on to one of your nipples.  Instinctively, you hand reaches to the back of his head and pushes his snout deeper into your fleshy breast, wanting him as-close-as-fucking-possible.  You wanted to feed him with yourself.  His sinful tongue dances around your perk peak while simultaneously trying to suck your soul out through the areola. 

You whimpered and huffed into Raphael’s mouth, your desire was palatable on his tongue.  A devilish chuckle purred out of him as he pulled back to drink in your sex blown eyes, “Good, is he?”.  “Here..”, Raph reached up and grasped your other breast, firmly squeezing it, kneading it, before jiggling it temptingly to his brother, “…don’t forget to have a balanced meal.”.

Donnie gnarled in response, like a dog with a bone, abandoning the original nipple to snap so hard and quickly at the one Raph was offering, he nearly bit Raphael’s finger.  “Ohhhh….yeah, he’s hungry”, Raph purred into your ear, still steadily pumping his now fully engorged cock between your ass cheeks.

You can feel the slick of his precum coating your cervice.  Feeling the intensity of the situation and needing more, your started to grind back on his lap, causing each upward slide of his cock to slip further in your ass’s cleft, skirting across the sensitive outer ring of your anus.

First time you knew he felt your backside pucker kiss at the head of his dick, he let loose a snarl, grabbing your jaw, lifting your chin high to stare back into his eyes, “Woman…dat’s a dangerous game, I’m tryin’ ta hold it ta’gether here.  I promised Genius, who's currently sucking dem tiddies raw, dat I’d behave.”.

Without realizing it a pout develops on your face and a defeated whimper escapes you, Donnie’s eyes zero-in on the pout on your face, causing a snarl to erupt from him.

“No.”, he barks back at Raphael.  He’s huffing through a clenched jaw as he rising to his full height and firmly grabs you under the arms, lifts you, and slams you back into Raph’s plastron, causing Raphael to reflexively hold you in place.  Donatello steps close to nuzzle his snout deep into your neck, purring, whining, kissing your sensitive skin, finally he pulls back and searches your gorgeous eyes for a moment, his hormone-fogged mind fighting to make the right choice to keep your face from pouting, then he turns a hard stare at Raph over your shoulder, “ANYTHING she wants, she GETS!”, his growls, the clicking undertones…unmistakably threatening.

For a moment Raph is stunned, hell, you are too.  Sweet, loving, cordial, docile Donnie just ferally threatened his big behemoth hot-head of a brother….AND IT WAS FUCKING HOT!

Swallowing hard, Raphael glances at you to make sure everything’s okay, to which you give a small shrug, “Yeah, sure, Don, she’s da princess, whateva she wants”,  Raph replies placatingly.

Donatello’s harsh gaze never leave’s Raphael’s eyes until he drops down to his knees to go in for another taste of you.  You gasp audibly as Donnie’s mouth starts to explore your folds as Raph still holds you stationary in the air.

Raph leans in close to your ear, careful to keep his voice low, “See. Ya fuckin’ broke him. Dat’s some dangerous pussy ya got der.’’, he chuckles darkly.

Donnie’s tongue slips between your seeping folds with vigor.  He moans as more of your essence slides down his throat, the flavor something he could never have imagined.  Deeper he pushes his tongue, massaging up the sides in your canal, finding that elusive spot inside, causing you to swarm in Raph’s arms.  The moment that Donatello’s mouth closes around your clit, you buck sharply and Raph nearly loses his grip on you, “careful! If ya fall and get bruised I’m sure he’ll skin me alive”, he admonishes, but you are too close to the edge now to hear him.

Your head rolls back into his shoulder, as strangled groan starts to seep out of you.  “Ah, Genius found da boom button, huh?”, he kisses to your temple.  He grins down at his brother virtually eating you alive between your legs and eggs him on, “Don, she’s about ta blow, think ya can do betta’ than dat?”.

The next thing you know, all of Donnie’s focus is suckling your tiny nub.  Feeling your insides start to squeeze taunt and shake, your eyes widen, and your arms shoot up around Raph’s thick neck to hold on tight.  Your legs start to quake involuntarily, signaling Raphael to tighten his grip. Raph’s grip on you becomes bruising as your inner world explodes as one of Donnie’s thumbs slips into your canal while his face continues to shake over your clit.

Your orgasm rolls over you like a consuming storm.  Your nails dig into Raphs thick hide as your hips rock with abandon.  Watching you lose it in his arms, has Raphael horny as fuck.  He captures your moaning mouth and dranks down your verbal release, relishing feel your tiny body jerking and quaking against his own, “Mmmmm….”, he moans against your lips, “fuck, I gotta see dat again”.  Considering that Don is still firmly planted between Y/N’s legs and longingly licking soothing strokes with his tongue over your still pulsating pussy, Raph figures that is a pretty safe request.

“Raph”, you plead up to him, jerking your hips for his attention.  “What?”, he purrs against your temple, “what does da princess want?”. 

Now that you’re calming down, it feels safe to enough to support your weight with just one of his arms, so he snakes the other ones around to fondle your breasts.  You coo at him, licking your swollen lips, looking like the most salacious temptress that ever fucking lived, causing his blood to boil and his cock to seep. “Ah, fuck, baby gurl….ya gotta have mercy on me and tell me whatcha want from me”.

“Fuck, Raph, I want to feel you between my ass cheeks again….please!”, you breath huskily at him.

A rumble rolls through his chest, as the hand fondling your breasts disappears beneath you.  He nuzzles his snout into the side of your head and whispers with ragged breath in your ear, “Ya wanna feel me here?”, he asks allowing his fingertips to glide through your ass crease, slick as fuck from your own release.

“Mmmm…” you moan and nod your head for confirmation.  “Ya sure?”, his smug face asks teasingly, “ya sure ya want to feel my FAT cock hotdoggin’ des plump cheeks of yers?”, smacking your ass for emphasis.  Again, you hum your approval while rocking your hips against Donnie’s kissing lips.

“Baby gurl, ya gotta be sure ‘cuz it’s pretty slick back der, ya never know what slip up and happen…, he murmurs to you, and as the word ‘slip’ leaves his devilish lips, the finger gliding teasingly between your ass cheeks slips into your anus, plunging deep as he bites as your lips as they start to moan.

Suddenly, Donnie rising out of his pussy worship posture to lean in from the front, seeking more of your kisses.  The taste of you is all over his mouth.  His tongue slides in, virtually tongue fucking your welcoming mouth.  As Raph still cradles you, rubbing your ass, and fingering your back hole, you feel lost in euphoria.  Your hands desperately grasp for Donnie’s shoulders, wanting to touch what your eyes had visually roamed over just earlier.  Feeling the firm rounds of his deltoids under your fingertips has you whimpering with want.

Donatello’s mind flares in denial at the sound of your whimpering, his girl shouldn’t want for anything, grasping his cock firmly he pumps it a few times before lining it up with your swollen heat. “Te requiro”, you hear him mumble against your kissing lips.  “Huh?”, you reply before feeling his long shaft entering your tight core.  He sinks in slowly, allowing your body to give in freely to him, as his snout strokes across your jawbone, peeking up to take in the wanton desire on your face as you slowly accept him.

When he finally hilts deep, pushed up behind your cervix, you takes the weight of you out of Raphael’s hands.  He keeps your back flush against Raph’s plastron, using Raph’s massive body as leverage to keep you pinned and free-floating between them.

The tightness of your canal is almost suffocating.  He thought he knew what to expect, hell he’d researched the subject enough in his youth, but actually being encased in a small human vagina is way more overly stimulating than even he could have imagined.  His astute mind is desperately fighting to remain in control while being overwhelmed by all the new data.

Your quivering insides quickly recover and move from shocked to demanding.  You roll your hips into Donnie’s shaft, earning a low moan from him in return, “Vos sentio bonum”, he groans into your neck. “Huh?”, you reply again, but your only answer is Donnie’s hips starting to pump in and out of you freely.  His lengthy cock pulling pleasure with stroke, angling back and up, seeking its target.  He hisses as shaft finds its mark, causing your vaginal walls to clench down tightly in anticipation.  Faster he pumps, feeling your body respond, starting to flex and massage him from the inside, another burst vocals streams out of his mouth, “Mihi opus est ad te quotidie vilis!”.

You lift you face back to Raph, quirking up your brow, confused by the odd words coming out of Donnie’s mouth.  Raph rolls his eyes and pinches the bridge between his nose, “Don, dude, I think ya’ve slipped into latin, or some shit, and we’re not understandin’ shit yer sayin’”.

Despite the heat of the moment, you find yourself laughing hardily at the day and night antics of your two fuck buddies.  How is it that annoyingly cocky, hot-headed Raph has been come the solid, reliable one and sweet, genteel, mastermind-in-a-clinch Donnie is having streaks of tamelessness and mental malfunctions?

“Oh, ya think its funny, do ya?”, Raph hums into your ear, “well, like I said before, ya break it, ya buy it. He’s yer problem now, and when Leo ‘n dad want ta know what’s wrong wit’ him, I’m sending them yer way!”, he smacks your ass again, quick and sharp, earning to shrill yelp from you. “Now…”, he says, sucking his tongue across his teeth, “I do believe ya asked me fer somethin’ and, accordin’ ta the artist formally known as Genuis here, I must give ya anythin’ ya ask for.”.

With Donnie still pounding away at your pussy, you swear he’s still mumbling latin under his breath, you can feel another startlingly hard shaft being teased between your ass cheeks.  To be as encouraging as possible, you lean back and make sure to lick at the side of Raphael’s neck as he continues to tease you both with the tip of cock.

Raph uses precum spread between your plush tush, angling his shaft up as to slide in easily as Donnie pushes you into him.  He allows a few strokes to tantalize and tease your outer ring, working you up for entry.  Your breathing starts to become deeper the more he rocks his hips into, pushing ever-so-slightly at your backend pucker.  He rubs his large palms down your hips and on your thighs, petting and stroking you into submission. His breathes are coming as hot huffs from his mouth that dance across the back of your shoulders.  Just as he can feel your body giving in, he reaches around rubbing circles around your clit as he sinks the head of his cock past your breaking point.

You both moan in unison and Donnie hisses at the added pressure to your vaginal canal.  Knowing things aren’t probably going to last much longer, Raph starts steadily rocking into you, slowly gain entry centimeters at a time. “Fuck…”, he moans into your ear, “baby gurl, dis ass is heaven, I’m not gonna last long”.  Enjoying the filling sensations, the extra pressure pushing Donnie’s cock further forward and being a constant pressure point on your inner nerve bundle, you swarm in ecstasy, and push back taking in as much of Raphael’s massive cock into your ass as you can.

The churr rumbling out of him only adding to the euphoria of the moment, which quickly doubles as Donnie’s own churr echos in response. 

The brothers start working in unison, making sure to give you as much of them as possible with each stroke.  Donnie having been enjoying your tightest the longest is starting to lose it.  “Y/N, I’m about to cum…ah…”, streams out of his mouth but your body can already be tell he is hitting his peak and, apparently, wants to do it with him.  Out of nowhere you feel your insides clamp down as the tether in your abdomen pulled tight.  As your release starts to rock you, your vaginal walls undulate around Donnie’s shaft sending him over the edge. Feeling you shake and quiver in his arms again, has Raph chasing behind the two of you quickly.  Big Red’s thrusts because sharp and quick. He pops the head of his cock in and out of your ass ring repeatedly, enjoying the added sensation of breaking the surface over and over again. Finally, his hefty cock sinks deep as the first streams of ejaculate shoot out of him, leaving him roaring in satisfaction.  He continues to slowly pump his hips lazily through one of the best orgasms he’s ever had, biting his lip as he grabs the thick flesh of your ass in appreciation.

The three of you thoroughly spent, stand motionless under the spray of the shower.

@turtle-babe83 @tmntspidergirl @nittleboo @raisin-shell

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when they first meet you…

eren wants to fuck you immediately. an unexpected “damn” falls from his lips at the sight of you. his mouth is watering, his dick is hardening, and he wants to take you home right now. he looks you up and down, smirks a bit, and he’s making his way over to you. sorry, but he’s not backing down until he sees you bouncing on his dick or your pussy on his face.

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armin has to wipe his sweaty hands off on his pants. you’re just the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. he can’t help the way his eyes drift over your curves, trying to shake away the impure thoughts of how soft your skin would feel against his. he looks away from you, cheeks red, too shy to approach you. he’ll just think about you later on tonight when he’s stroking his cock, shooting his load while wishing it was your mouth wrapped around his dick instead.

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jean accidentally bumps into you, knocking his drink all over your shirt in the middle of his house party. he tries to apologize, but he gets a little distracted due to the way your thin shirt clings to your boobs. he hates to be a pervert, but that doesn’t stop him from taking you upstairs and telling you that you should take your shirt off and wear one of his. while he pretends to slowly search for shirt for you, he’s hoping to clean you up by licking his drink off of your pretty titties.

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connie’s grinding on a stranger in the middle of a random party, the room too dark to see who it is. all he knows is that when the song ends, he’s asking for your number, because your ass feels too good against his cock for him to just let you walk away. he’s gotta have the real thing, and his desperation grows as he runs his hands all over your body. he’s never wanted to fuck someone so badly.

NEED a fluffy sickfic where george loses his voice and reader dotes, 64 or 66 era pls - LOVE UR WRITING BTW!

whisper in my ear, a wish

george harrison x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none !

summary: sick day with geo

a/n: omg this is such a cute idea and thanks sm!!! <333 (btww i rlly liked writting this, maybe pt. 2?)

she'd never seen george this quiet before.

he wasn’t one for loud entrances or anything like that, but he was always present. a dry joke at the right moment, a gentle hum while tuning his guitar, the soft way he’d whisper some lyrics.

but tonight, as the five of them shuffled off the tour bus and into the hotel lobby, george didn’t say a word. his steps were slow and he was leaning against her more than usual, when she looked up at him under the dim light, she noticed the flush in his cheeks, and it was not the good kind.

“you okay, georgie?” she whispered, keeping her voice low so the boys wouldn’t tease.

he didn’t answer. just shruged slightly and blinked slowly.

inside the shared hotel suite, the boys were still hyped from the show, paul was messing with his bass, john was pacing in circles with a pen and paper, muttering something about new songs, and ringo had already claimed a spot on the floor to play cards.

she sat george down on the bed in one of the rooms, fingers already brushing the hair off his forehead. he felt hot, and again, it was not the good kind.

she held the back of her hand to his forehead.

“george,” she said gently. “you’re burning up.”

he opened his mouth to reply, but when he tried to speak, only a hoarse, whispery sound came out. his eyes widened slightly, surprised as he tried again, but nothing came out, just a raspy squeak.

“oh, love,” she murmured, cupping his jaw.

he looked so embarrassed and glanced away quickly, jaw clenched like he was holding back frustration or maybe just the urge to apologize even though he couldn’t. she leaned in and kissed his cheek softly.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

she made him tea first. well, she tried to, with boiling water from the little electric kettle in the corner, the only teabag she could find, and honey she'd begged from the concierge. but when she held it to his lips, he took it without question, eyes glassy.

then she sat behind him on the bed, letting his back rest against her chest as she rubbed slow circles into his shoulders. he melted into her touch, long lashes fluttering shut.

the boys peeked in an hour later, much quieter than usual.

“alright if we crash in the other room?” paul asked softly. “we’ll keep the tv low.”

“sure,” she whispered. “he’s asleep.”

ringo tiptoed in and placed a little wrapped chocolate on the nightstand “he’ll like it when he wakes up,” he whispered with a wink.

...

her fingers threaded through his hair, the rain started tapping against the hotel window, soft and rhythmic.

Then a shift.

george stirred a little. he reached for her hand and pulled it gently to his lips, pressing a tiny kiss to her knuckles without opening his eyes.

“hey,” she whispered, brushing her thumb along the side of his face. “that’s my line.”

he opened one eye, and tapped his chest lightly twice with his finger. a silent "now it's mine.”

she giggled quietly. “oh well, i guess you’re allowed to be the baby tonight.”

george gave her a tired little smile.

then, slowly, he reached for a notebook by the nightstand and scribbled a shaky message:

“everything hurts, but you make it better.”

"well, that's my job"

he smiled and blinked a few times, then leaned over, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. she kissed the top of his head, humming softly into his hair.

─── 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 !  ۫ ִ ׂ ˒

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. the brothers get rather distracted by your revealing clothes as you walk around the fall — dressed up in your bunny outfit for your shift during the three-day bunny event.

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. lucifer, mammon, levi, beel x female reader.

❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. sub!reader. further tags are down below.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

⌗ MEAN DOM!LUCIFER, DOGGY STYLE, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, HAIR PULLING, DEGREDATION; NAME CALLING: SLUT, SPANKING, POSSESSIVENESS, EDGING, DUBCON.

“i said,” a gloved hand pulls your head back by your hair — leaving your scalp tingling due to the pleasurable pain. “how many?”

you knew what he meant by his demanding question, however answering him when you have been caught off guard by all the things that have happened in a span of one minute, was quite impossible.

lucifer left you no escape; his large body caging yours against the wall while one hand gathered both of your wrists behind your back.

you had no time to react at all, though you should have expected this outcome the moment your eyes met his as you served the customers outside. his irises were shining a deep and dark red — a specific color that you hadn't seen them glow ever before.

his jaw was clenched the whole time while he watched the demons' every move. the eldest hated the way you were more than oblivious to their inappropriate staring and flirting. if he could, he would have fucked you right in front of them to show who you belonged to, but he wasn't about to risk his reputation due to some low life.

“speak up.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head once you felt lucifer slam his hips against yours with much force — pushing your chest even more against the surface he bent you over.

“fif— fifteen..!” every slap against your ass made your legs shake. every touch left your senses overstimulated. you weren't sure if you had answered correctly, though you also couldn't care less when his cock was touching every single one of your sweet spots.

“wrong.” lucifer answers using a cold tone, his hand harshly coming down onto the same spot. seeing you squirm under his touch made him smirk, yet his eyes were filled with resentment and anger the second he thinks back to the scenario which led to it all.

“fucking slut.” the avatar of pride mutters as he continues to pound into you from behind. the lewd sounds coming from down below must have been heard by the customers sitting on the other side of the wall — even with the music playing in the background.

“you were waiting for this, weren't you?” his hips came to halt for a second or two; the fat tip of his dick pressing against your deepest part. “waiting for me to fuck you like this.”

you could hear a low chuckle sounding from behind you, however you were too focused on bringing yourself to your orgasm by wriggling your hips back on his cock. “that didn't mean that you were allowed to move.”

lucifer fully pulled out of you — leaving you whining at the empty feeling. his hand released your wrist only to forcefully grab your jaw, making you look up at him.

“sluts like you don't get to cum so fast. you will have to earn it. we're starting over; and this time, i'll let you cum if you answer correctly.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

⌗ GROPING, BLOWJOB, DIRTY TALK, HE TAKES A FEW PICTURES OF U, PREMATURE EJACULATION. HE CUMS A LOT..

mammon spreads his legs wider on the couch he was sitting on as he tries to keep his phone steady. it was the same couch which a group of customers had been sitting on not too long ago.

the white-haired demon had been waiting on the opportunity to get you on your knees— stuffing your mouth full of his cock until you couldn't think about anyone or anything but him.

mammon wasn't subtle in showing how jealous he was of other customers who interacted with you. he would come interrupt your conversations from time to time, only to non-chalantly lay a hand on your ass from behind as he continued talking to the other demons.

his slender fingers played with the fishnets you were wearing; sometimes he'd twist and pull them off your skin before letting them fall back onto place. mammon loved seeing you slightly jump in embarassment at his actions.

“shit. you look beautiful suckin' me off like this.” a breathy chuckle escapes his lips, yet it was quickly replaced by a strangled moan once you teased the tip of his throbbing dick by letting your tongue brush over the sensitive spot.

mammon was reluctant to close his eyes — to focus on the pleasure. he needed to savor the sight in front of him; you, on your knees in your bunny outfit, as you struggle to fit all of him down your throat; your breasts pushed up together which he could easily take a peek at.

but most importantly; the bunny ears. that said accessory was threatening to fall off your head due to the continuous movement and probably also because of the second oldest holding onto the back of your head for support.

it was all driving him insane. mammon was quick to take a few pictures of your position in-between his legs: he is already thinking about the many times that he is going to use those lewd images to jerk off whenever he's alone.

one look at the pictures can make him cum in his pants for sure.

your sudden muffled whimpers made him snap back into reality. mammon hadn't realized that he had reached his own climax already — his hips were automatically bucking up into your mouth, forcing the loads of semen down your throat.

you had swallowed most of it while the white haired demon in front of you muttered a couple curses from under his breath as he pulled out. the rest of the liquid dripped down the corner of your lips, down to your chin.

catching your breath, you slowly looked up at the second oldest who was as caught off guard as you were. you used your index finger to wipe some of the cum off your lips — all while holding eye contact with him.

“fuckfuckfuck.” mammon groans the moment he feels himself needing to cum again. “don't — don't look at me like th— fuck!” before you realized what was happening, you felt the warm liquid stain your face. it kept going on for what felt like a couple seconds; all until your entire face and chest area were covered in his semen.

“that.. is fuckin' hot. wait, don't move. s— stay like that... need to take a pic first.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

⌗ JEALOUS DOM! LEVI, BREAST PLAY, TAIL FUCKING, OVERSTIMULATION, CUMSHOTS, PUSSYJOB KINDA, SLIGHT HINT TO DOUBLE PENETRATION.

“keep.. quiet..” leviathan grumbles in-between moans. his tongue was swiftly circling your perked up nipple while his fingers massaged and pulled on the other one.

it was nearly impossible to comply since your mind went blank. the only thing you could focus on was the way his cold tail explored every spot of your insides — leaving not a single space untouched, all while you could feel levi's hardened cock brush against your clit with every movement of his.

“unfair. so unfair.” leviathan frowns as he continues to tease your nipples. you could feel his warm cum from earlier slide from your abdomen down to your dripping cunt.

even the demon himself doesn't know how many times he has already orgasmed from just pleasuring you. levi loves seeing the different facial expression you can make, thus why he decided to give you maximum pleasure by sucking on your breasts while his tail does most of the work.

“they got to see that side of yours first.” the third oldest huffs after slightly biting down your sensitive bud. he was probably still jealous about the fanservice you had given a male customer at the start of your shift.

leviathan swore that he had never felt such strong envy before. it was his first time seeing you in such a revealing bunny outfit, therefore he also wanted to be the first one that you got to flirt with in those specific clothes.

why did it have to be just another regular demon instead of him? that low life doesn't deserve your praise and affectionate words.

“it should have been me. only i can pleasure you this good.” levi glares up at you as his mouth was still attached to your breasts. the soft feeling against his lips and your erotic moans were more than enough to let him grind against your pussy again. “a- and i'll prove it.”

the sudden change in speed made you scream out his name repeatedly. you felt his tail reach as far as it could with each swift and hard thrust — you felt it curl inside of you so it could press against all your sweet spots once again.

“l— levi! too much!” you cry out, however your pleas fell on deaf ears. the purple haired demon was far too gone into the pleasure as he focused on cumming again. however, this time he had other plans.

leviathan unexpectedly positioned his cock near your wet and already filled hole, sensing a mixture of his slick and yours cover his tip. your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to try.

“i'll fuck you so good that you'll forget all about the others you've seen today. you're going to think of only me and my cum stuffing you full by the end of it.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

⌗ PUSSYDRUNK BEEL, ORAL RECEIVING (F), MANHANDLING.

you let out a slight gasp once you felt two large hands drag you by your middle while you were walking towards the room where you held most of your breaks.

there was a slight moment where your surroundings were completely unknown as it was still dark — however one thing you immediately recognized was the very familiar demon in front of you. you could easily recognize him by his cologne.

“i need you..” the sixth oldest murmurs absent-mindedly. his hand was already cupping your pussy through the leather fabric; he had to get rid of it as soon as possible or he'll lose it right here and now.

in fact, he had been on the verge of snapping ever since you walked around in that bunny outfit, serving customers their drinks which he made behind the bar - giggling at every comment they made, the sound of your heels tapping against the floor each time you walked past him to get to another table and the little white tail plastered near your ass which slightly moved with each step.

he must taste you. he needs to know how it would be like to just eat you out in that appealing outfit.

there was a single sound of a tear which echoed throughout the room, making your eyes widen at the sudden air brushing against your pussy. beel swiftly disregarded the material he ripped off in one go and placed you down on the table.

his thumb grazed over your hole teasingly, gathering your slick to get an early taste of it. “delicious. can't wait anymore.” his eyes watched your face contort with every slight touch of his. he wondered what kind of faces you would be making once he was fully eating you out.

that question of his was sooner than later answered as he let his tongue slowly tease your cunt. beel gulped a bit — the need to be rougher on you grew stronger with each second he stared at your pussy clenching onto nothing.

his big hands seperated your legs from each other even more, his palms holding onto your thighs while he hurriedly buries his head in-between them. beelzebub wasted no time in sucking and licking onto your pussy as if there was no tomorrow.

your back arched upwards due to the sudden and strong friction — almost completely lifting your upper body from the surface you were situated on. “b— beel!! mngh, fuck!”

the avatar of gluttony hummed against you in response. he was way too focused on the taste of the juices your cunt released. oh, he couldn't wait to taste your cum and then pound his aching cock into you afterwards to make you orgasm and release even more of that delicious slick.

the pants of his own bunny outfit were already too tight for him at the crotch area ever since you came out of the changing room moments before your shift started. beel has waited on this for way too long and he was going to take his sweet time in enjoying you.

he craved for your addictive voice to beg him for more. to beg him to fuck you until you can't take another step.

you looked at the demon down below and could only whimper at that passionate and almost feral gaze of his. beelzebub had lost it.

“i need you to cum. now. i'll fuck you properly if you just cum for me, okay? i'll give you as many orgasms as you can take afterwards; i promise.”

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nsfw content MDNI (repost)

To be completely honest, anon if I had a dick, I would buy one, it just looks like it'd be fun to fuck- 💀

Both boys have a similar reaction to you giving them the toy. "Yo-Y-You want me to what?!?" and blushing all the way to their ears lol

But moving on to the video part~

Mammon

Mammon is sitting on the couch in his room, pants around his ankles 'n legs spread he got the toy in one hand and is setting a little bottle of lube back down on the table, just next to where his phone is propped up recording.

He looks at the camera and frowns a bit, "Ya see the shit ya got me doin' for ya? Should'a just went to yer room." He pouts one hand rubbing lube up and down his cock.

He looks at the toy in his and finally moves to slide it over his cock~ his movements are slow, but even from the video you can tell he’s holding back.

He want to put on a show 'n make you feel jealous of this stupid toy you're making him use!!! A few low moans 'n grunts make it past his lips and he starts moving the toy a little bit faster, "Wish ya were here! Nothing better, than the real thing, 'n I miss ya so much." It doesn't matter if he saw you 15 minutes ago he already misses you! "Damnit, all w-worked up g-gonna- fuck~" Mammon ends up cutting himself off ‘n cumming faster than he wanted to, he had planed on making a longer video, edging himself a bit more, but all the thoughts of you~ ('n. the fact he was jerking off before he started recording ) didn't help. Just under the video is a text 'When yer done watchin' this head to my room!'

Levi

The video is shaky, it's an above view of his cock already inside the toy, and you can hear Levi's soft panting, almost whine like moans right away "S-sorry, needed y-you, s-so-hahh~ so-fuck- so b-bad I almost forgot to record……."

Unlike Mammon, Levi isn't putting on a show, he's chasing his high~! All he did was think of the way your hand brushed his thigh in class, and he was hard. He wanted a quick way to get off!

He was about to just jerk off when his eyes fell on the toy and he remembered you made him promise to send you a video.......

"R-really wish you were here~! This stupid toy isn't enough!"

His whines are getting louder and his moans are in a higher pitch, his hand starts jerking the toy faster, and finally he cums with a cry of your name~

A text quickly follows the video 'Next time you have to help me out!! And you can't say no!!!”

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Needy Touches

You get affected by the gold hellfire newt syrup ((or,,, you get affected by an aphrodisiac kekeke)). 

Barbatos, Lucifer, Mammon x Reader

A/N: this came from a long line of word vomit -hence the double luci mention bc i could not figure out how i wanted to write this-…. i also tried writing a version where the reader eats enchanted pudding but i didnt finish it soooo perhaps ill post that later…. i just desperately needed barbatos smut

WC - 2.2kish

SMUT // NSFW ((reader w a pussy lol))

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casual horniness because it's halloween n i love werewolves ☁️

imagine ur werewolf bf being the runt of his litter. he's shorter, more submissive, not terribly strong, more like a cute puppy than a fierce wolf, n dying to just be in charge for once! you, his beloved mate, are all he's ever wanted! you're so sweet n so soft compared to his skinny roughness.

imagine it finally being a full moon n him going completely feral for your ample hips n waist. he's gripping everything he sees while eating you out, long tongue drooling all over your cute cunt while you scream out in ecstasy <3, he's not gonna stop eating till you've cum at least three times from his tongue alone :)))

once you've cum enough he's pushing you back onto the bed with a deep growl, almost daring you to challenge him n pressing his heavy, dripping cock to your soaked pussy. he's so slow abt giving you what u need too!! what a bug meanie :(((((

ofc he could never leave his mate hanging! a few gentle thrusts against your hole n he slid in with easy, letting out such cute lil awoos from how wonderful you feel around him :))))

imagine him going so feral that his mind goes blank n he starts using u like a living pocket pussy :))), he's got his arms around you, watery eyes rolling to the back of his head, mouth wide open for him to drool n tell u how good you are, how tight ur pussy is, n how much he loves u <3333

imagine his thrusting only getting rougher as he begs u to keep scratching his ears n petting his back, the thick knot at the base of his cock swelling n ready to tie you both together,,,ofc he's gonna cum inside! cumming anywhere else would be blasphemy!

his hug gets even tighter as he holds u still in order to knot your tight hole <3 n once he squeezes in???? sweet boy is throwing his head back for a big awoo with his tail wagging rapidly behind him.

once down from his high, he's kissing ur neck n apologizing like the good wolfie boy he is, all while shyly asking if he can fuck you like that again once his knot goes down <3

happy halloween, babies! get that free candy n stay safe <3☁️

totally wasn't thinking about gorou n tighnari from genshin impact when i wrote this tho- definitely wouldn't let them both blow my back completely out <3

STUDY BUDDY.

An easy afternoon date with your favorite tutor <3

tutor izuku 🥺 + fem reader. cunnilingus + size kink + pussyjob. messy relationship dynamics (is he ur tutor? is he ur bf? we don’t know anymore) but ur in love w him ok? insp by @oh-katsuki & this post by @kazuwhora ♡

betaed by my baby @ihatebnha :3

“are you even listenin’ to me?”

your eyes flicker up from the pretty girth of Izuku’s neck. you can’t really help yourself—all of him is just so pleasing to look at. the swift curve of it leads into the broad stretch of his shoulders. shoulders that blend into thick arms that give way to a pair of hardworking hands. they’re covered in scars, his hands. palms and knuckles, alike. he must’ve been a fighter as a kid.

the thought of nearly makes you burst into a fit of giggles. izuku? a fighter?

he wouldn’t hurt a snake if it bit him.

you smile at the frown settled into ‘zuku’s mouth. your fingers bat away at a few stray strands hung over his eyes. he lets you.

you sigh sweetly, adoringly. little hearts beat in your eyes. “your hair’s so much longer now.”

Izuku sighs, exasperated as he leans into your touch. the unfortunate frustration in his voice is a symphony to you.

“i know it’s complicated. let me walk you through the steps, okay? it’ll be so easy after that! i promise.”

you groan, shifting forward on the blanket to sit next to him and smush your face into his shoulder. your whining comes muffled against the cremé cashmere of his sweater.

the study date is in the middle of a field near your college campus, both of you entangled at the legs atop a large pink blanket you’d brought from your dorm. you’re curled into his side, humming a pleased little moan when he shifts closer to you.

it’s a multipurpose field. normally, it’s buzzing with laughter and vibrant energy when you come out here. but oddly enough, there aren’t a lot of eyes out this Wednesday afternoon. but you suppose that may be a good thing. the sun showers the earth in gold, easy winds surf through the air, and you and izuku soak it all up for yourselves.

“i don’t care about statistics, izuku.” you nudge his knees apart with the your achilles—he jumps. squeaks in surprise when you nudge your way onto his lap. his hands jump to your hips reflexively, and he eases you down into his lap as if he’s done it a million times before.

izuku’s always been very patient with you. lenient and forgiving; he indulges in your whims more often than he cares to keep track, but what can he do when his favorite little minx is just so—

“can’t you just do it for me?” you whine, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck. he’s slumped enough that, like this—kneeling at the top of your knees—you could give him a face full of tits.

pretty tits. your tits.

“tutors don’t do the work for you.” he chastises, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. he’s happy enough to simply sit and soak in the warmth you give, settled comfortably into his lap and curled around his torso. he’s content enough just looking at you. with pink blush dancing across your cheeks. and your hair pinned up so pretty. and your lips, so glossy and sticky..

if you…

izuku swallows.

if you leaned in, even. just—just a liiitle more. he could—no, izuku. stop that.

he tries again, “don’t you wanna learn how to do it without me?”

you mull over his words. weigh your options carefully for two, maybe three seconds before you lean up again to wrap an arm around the top of his shoulders. the other gently sweeps his hair back to reveal his forehead. adrenaline rushes through you when startled viridian eyes blink up into your own.

izuku doesn’t move an inch. he doesn’t even breathe.

finally, you pout, then pull back to cup his chin and gently tilt his mouth up towards your own. it’s harmless, really. just a girl having a tiny bit of fun with her tutor.

heh.

“i don’t wan’a do anythin’ without you, Izuku.” you promise like the good girl you are, batting your lashes and lovingly groping him all over. a sweet squeeze to his bicep, a hand over his pec, fingers pressing along his stomach. he’s yours to touch, after all.

izuku gapes up at you.

you, he riots to himself, you little—you damn succubus!

your warmth caresses his skin, melts into his entire body when you wrap around him like predator around prey. you feel as soft as you look. body so achingly soft, izuku let’s you take up all of his space—as much as you want. his eyes flutter shut when you lean your face down to bump your nose to his. he parts his lips for you, then, instinctively. a soft groan rumbles through his chest, and finally, he cups the back of your neck and lurches up to meet your mouth with his own.

“mmf!”

izuku doesn’t let up, doesn’t pull away until he’s had his fill. a thick, wet tongue greedily licks into your mouth. his fingers—thicker, rough, but they feel so good—sink into your hips to keep you still. but they’re everywhere, cupping your jaw, sliding up the delicate curve of your spine to bring your chest into his, to curve your body against his. once he’s impatient enough, he starts squeezing at your thighs to shift you even closer.

“wait,” you whine, helplessly clinging to him. a string of spit connects your lip to his after he finally remembers he has to breathe. “izu, izu—,”

“mhm?” he hums, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. like he’s reminiscing, lost in the memory of the feel of your mouth opening so prettily for him. his hands slide to cup the curve of your ass cheeks and gently lift. the lower half of you slides just the tiniest bit up his stomach as izuku bends his legs in at the knees to sit criss-cross beneath you.

“yeah? y’okay? did i hurt you?” he snaps out of his stupor. his hands massage up your spine, lulling you in by the waist as his eyes urgently flicker over you. “c’mere, let me see.”

izuku is strong. you’re not sure if he plays a sport—you don’t think he does. what kind of male college sports player does their own homework? let alone helps someone else do theirs? but he practically manhandled you into his lap earlier! and you’re not the easiest to lift and just plop down. you can tell just by looking at him that he’s stacked. but feeling it? that’s a completely different story.

“m’fine,” you huff, a hand at izuku’s chest to keep at bay. he’s so fussy. you’re just.. a little frazzled. the softer parts of you ache just a little from his wandering fingers. your mouth is buzzing, your nerves frayed. “didn’t think you’d—you’d—,”

“yeah,” izuku sighs wistfully. his fingers lightly stroke at your tummy from beneath the hem of your shirt. “me neither.”

you can feel his heartbeat kiss your palm from over his tit—feel it come in quick, eager thumps. he’s excited.

izuku wraps his fingers around your wrist. “knew you liked me,” he grins. “at first, i couldn’t tell. but then kacchan said i was real dumb if i didn’t see it.”

“kacchan?” who?

warm fingers give a quick squeeze to your thigh. “my roommate, baby.”

baby. your tummy flutters. “oh.”

izuku huffs a chuckle at the lost look in your eyes.

“you’ve seen him before,” he reassures you. his hair flops as he leans his forehead down to rest it on yours.

“the blond one?” he whispers, like it’s some big secret between the two of you. “gives me a hard time when you’re late for our sessions.”

“uh huh.” you nod. you remember him—vaguely. he hasn’t spoken much to you, but you do remember the fleeting sensation of being pissed off because of him.

there’d been an astringent of foul names—mostly including “shitty deku,” and a few minutes of loud pot-banging, followed by something snarky like, “someone’s always in the fucking kitchen when i need to fucking use it.”

“i don’t like the way he talks to you,” you scowl, matching the serene quiet of his tone.

izuku smiles at the irony of the serious twist in your face and reaches a large hand to engulf the side of your face. big fingers gently stroke down your cheek as a thank you, for worrying about him.

“i don’t like you either,” you say pointedly, around the thumb he has pressed to your lip. just to see the smugness in his eyes come falling apart. “you make pretty girls do math instead of just doing it for them. that’s’a crime.”

“i know,” he coos, bringing your hand to his chest, eyes glittering and a lazy smile curls across his face. “i know. m’sorry. don’t know what a villain like me was thinkin’.”

“you should be.” a quick huff to accentuate your distress. it’s hard to keep it up when he’s so adamant on touching you, feeling you, trying to lure you in and kiss you silly all over again. s’difficult to think anything when you can feel him all over you, with every inch of your skin fiending for his attention.

s’hard to focus on anything but izuku when everytime you shift your hips, everytime he adjusts beneath you, you feel it pressing into you. shamelessly bulging and throbbing against your panties.

“mhm,” izuku innocently bumps your jaw with his nose. “on my knees, begging for forgiveness, even.”

“you’re hard,” you whisper, almost petulantly. satisfaction blooms in your chest when izuku goes still against you. his mouth falls open, freckled cheeks budding hotly with pink. “and you have been. s’been sticking into me since i sat on you. don’t y’think you should handle that instead of mocking me?”

one beat.

not a lick more than one.

“izuku—!” you shriek lowly, toes curling as he suddenly throws himself forward to lay you down backwards. the palm of his hand at the back of your head cradles it from any thumps.

“how am i supposed to handle anything with you?” he pants over you, eyes dark and attentive, still so sweet on you as he frowns from above.

“you’re evil,” he groans, even as you tug him down to kiss up his jaw. “bring me out here to study, then sit on my lap? i can’t keep lettin’ you toy with me, baby.”

“s’not my fault.” your breath hitches. izuku hooks his fingers in the waistband of your skirt, uses it to jerk you off the ground by your hips, then smoothly yanks it down. while all you do is stare up at him with stars in your eyes and a hand balled in the neckline of his shirt.

“someone’ll see,” you whisper. you feel so small laid out beneath him like this. but your toes curl at the thought, the implication of being caught—someone finding you here, fucked open and stupid and dripping onto your pretty pink blanket in the afternoon sun under izuku midoriya of all people.

“they can watch,” he mumbles back, pressing his hands into the backs of your thighs. “they can watch me take you apart. can’t let you wiggle away f’rm me again.”

he trails a messy line of kisses down your neck, your chest, pauses and places one on both of your nipples—for good luck—and then suddenly, he’s having a showdown with your pussy. his warmth concentrates over your panties, and all you see of him is a sea of wavy green.

izuku ducks his head. his fingers clench at the plush yield of your thighs as he drags you closer to his face, buries his nose into the damp cotton of your cherry-patterned panties. your thighs clamp nervously around his ears—he almost misses the pitched, little “yeah,” you whimper in return.

something unintelligible rises from izuku’s chest when the smell of you wafts through his nose, when the ghost of your taste fills his mouth. he bumps his nose closer into your clit, and flicks his tongue up against your leaking hole through the cotton when you whimper about it.

“what’re you…?” your hands spring to twist in his hair when izuku tilts your hips upward and gently sucks at the material covered in your slick. “you’re so weird!”

but the man pays your embarrassment no mind. izuku breathes you in, hefty, deep gulps of your cunt. blunt nails pinch into your ass cheeks, then he drags you by the hips to pull your cunt over his face religiously. his eyes roll up at your assault on his senses. you’re everywhere, making his mouth water and destroying his brain cells—a vixen. but all of you sounds so sweet. you start to keen and whine when his nose bumps your clit over n’ over again, n’ izuku knows he’s addicted.

“thought you hated me,” he shudders. “so this—this is—,” his forehead burrows between your hips, fingers curling around the crotch band of your panties. he almost tears ‘em apart when he goes to tug them aside. when green eyes burn black and his grip on your thigh tightens enough to make you whine out loud, you think maybe he’s forgotten what he was going to say.

broad shoulders shift and flex under your legs. just this angle of izuku is enough to get your pussy flowing even messier, clenching around the tough muscle of his tongue. all you can do is hang on and cry when the man leans forward so much, he’s raising the lower half of your body into the air. sucks greedily at your puffy cunt, and you can feel it all. your toes curl, eyes rolling into your skull as izuku takes and takes and takes, swallows every wave of slick, meets every roll of your hips to smother your pussy against his face like a pro with a forceful slurp of his own.

your voice trembles, like the rest of you. “yeah, well, this’s why, y-you freak.”

soon, he’s pulling his other hand from your ass to wiggle your panties down your thighs, then off your ankles. the cotton falls from your toes and plops onto the far bottom of the blanket behind him, then izuku’s attention is lavished entirely onto the junction of nerves between your thighs.

green eyes fall low, dark and focused as he presses his tongue into your cunt without another word. he brings a thumb up to gently lift the hood of your clit and takes everything you give him, the saltine sweat and the tangy taste of pussy—the entire lower half of izuku’s face is sticky.

“y’mean that?” he asks, husky.

you don’t have much of an answer to give him, still twitching and huffing with aftershocks of a not-quite orgasm.

and when you can’t make words, izuku dips back down to plant kisses that flutter along your skin. sweet sucks to your slit, quick nips to the insides of your thighs, he takes his time carving the memory of you into his mind. wants the softness of you to imprint against his body. to haunt him for all his days and all his nights.

“so pretty,” he rasps, throaty and raw. in desperate need of oxygen, izuku has somehow managed to tear himself away from your cute, puffy pussy. one hand rubs soothingly at the curve of your waist, the other stationed next to your cheek to hold his weight over you. “knew this pussy would love me.”

“what?” you gasp, eyebrow twitching at his audacity.

“think about you so much,” he coos, grins real dreamy when your eyes find his. “how could i not? i just.. wanna be covered in you. want people to look at me and know m’all yours.”

“sh—shut up,” you whine, thighs clenching nervously around his torso. his eyes flutter at the feeling. “shut up, you’re so embarrassing.”

“i know, i know,” he sighs. “stupid izuku, what’s he even talkin’ about?” a dopey grin curls at the corner of his mouth when he shifts up your body just a little more to press his lips to your mouth. you welcome him, even chasing after the taste of you on his tongue when he pulls away too quickly for your liking.

izuku leans backwards to sit straight up and brings you with him with his hands splayed across your spine. follows the first kiss with a second, and then a third. and another, and another, and another, while he cradles you in his lap again. chaste, and sweet, and lovely. he’s in the heat of your fourth kiss, this one a little less tame and more tongue than the others, when you gently force your cheek to his and nudge his mouth.

“i wanna feel you.” you pant, eyes wide and begging as your breath fans over the one side of izuku’s freckled face. your arms tighten around his shoulders.

“what?” he sputters, eyes bulging from their sockets. he adjusts you in his lap with the arm around your waist, the other below your ass—you keep slipping because he’s kneeling, not sitting.

(“sit back, baby,” you purr in his ear, low and cool enough to not disrupt the meltdown he’s undergoing.)

“are you—are you sure?” he wheezes, fidgets around until you nearly slip out of his arms. “shit. sorry. i just don’t—i don’t have any condoms. i could pull out, if you really wanted? no, i want that.”

you bounce as he sets you down on the blanket in front of him, then, head hung in shame, he follows suit and plops back down to sit across from you. “and s’not safe. and i’m.. not the most reliable.”

“your pull out game’s weak?”

“what?” he stops twiddling his fingers immediately. his head snaps up to you.

“hush,” you wave him off. “lean back s’more, i’ll make it work.”

“whatever you want,” izuku softens. he plants his hands on the ground and shifts back to give you space. “could have anythin’ from me’ y’know that?”

“hm,” you hum, crawling forward to get your sticky little paws on the button of his jeans.

“a car?” you pop the button with a swift, little pinch.

“i can take you to class,” he offers instead.

“you do that now,” you tag down his zipper and pout. “sometimes.”

“you should say thank you every once n’ awhile,” he teases. radiant veridian eyes gaze down on you sweetly.

your fingers tug his jeans apart at the opening. you shimmy his jeans down his hips and reach forward to peel back his tiddy whites next.

“never,” you grin. “what would i ever thank you for?”

izuku’s cock flops out of his underwear quick enough to scare you. it throbs in the air for just a moment before slumping down n plopping onto his abdomen. it’s curved, you realize, stars spawning in your pupils and a greedy little grin curling in your mouth. you tuck the band of his underwear beneath his balls, fat and heavy under your fingertips. the contact makes izuku shiver a little.

the ardent wonder of it all dissipates slowly when you realize, subsequently, just how stupid fat it is.

you inhale sharply, eyebrows pinching at the intimidating mass of cock before you.

“why is it so…?”

“…yeah?” izuku looks down at you. a subtle frown in his mouth and a worried pinch in his brow. too—small? he’s not the biggest.. he knows that.

“so, what?” he presses, tries not to sound too forceful or anxious.

it’s heavy, you decide, finally taking the appendage into your hands. heavy, and daunting.

he’s hard, unmistakably. izuku groans when your hand stretches around the base of it. he mutters something about how soft your hands are, and the hulking, throbbing mass of veins and muscle between his thighs throbs in agreement.

“th-thick.” you frown.

izuku hisses when you grip him, cheeks flushed pink at how you faun over his cock—like it’s.. like it’s a pet, or something. his hips buck. your mouth waters as it leaks from the tip, your fingers becoming sticky after just a few pumps.

“i’m—will it—would it fit..? inside?” you gasp apprehensively, eyes skirting away at the thought of izuku being too big for your poor kitty. he’d—he’d ruin it, wouldn’t he?

you crawl back into his lap and give an experimental roll of your hips. izuku’s cock pulses against your pussy. drops of precum splatter across his navel. his hips buck up, his cock slots hungrily between your lips again, then again. it’s like he can’t stop himself.

your gaze flickers up to his face. your cheeks puff with the pout in your mouth. “you’re too busy humping me to answer.”

he yelps when your fingers find his nipple under his sweater and twist.

“i—,” izuku’s tongue becomes cotton. it’s so soft, he thinks. softer than he ever could’ve imagined. and he’s tried. “of course, it’ll fit, baby…,”

his lashes beat against his cheeks. his fingers dig into the fat of your hips as your pussy flutters along his cock. up, to the leaky tip, then down, to the wide base. your cunt spills and kisses all over the twitching muscle without mercy—you’re gonna kill him. “just gotta—gotta stretch you on m’fingers first.”

you lean back and rock your hips the way you want to. you build a steady, consistent rhythm, one hand at your clit and the other tweaking at your nipple. you make sure to roll your hips up and grind them back so your clit bumps into the head of izuku’s cock—the pressure is direct and delicious, strikes of pleasure roll up your navel and make your cunt drool over the rest of him.

you hunch forward, reaching a hand down to keep his dick in place, to make sure you can hump at it as much as you want. the soft, tightened grip makes izuku shiver. with every bump of his cock to your clit, a surge of heat splatters from your fluttering pussy.

you’re soaking him.

your eyes roll up as your chest heaves, and you even pull your hand away from the nub of nerves to unconsciously sink your nails into the thick of izuku’s chest—you need something sturdy to hold on to.

“knew you were trouble,” izuku squeezes you, utterly hypnotized. his breath fans over your cheek. “knew it when—when you’d show up to our sessions and practically sit in m’lap.”

you whine.

“always wanted to keep you there, too,” he grunts. “give you somethin’ to bounce on, right in my lap—since you wanted to be there so bad.”

something desperate escapes the back of your throat. it’s all you can do to appease him. something mean tightens in your gut, sits and swells in the deep of your pussy long enough to make tears spring to your eyes.

“but—,” you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. your heart softens at his confession, but petulance flickers across your tongue. “but you didn’t?”

izuku groans when you tighten your grip on him and drop your hips to get closer. it pulses uncontrollably in your hand, all while you hump over the top of his cock like a kitty in heat.

“wanted to take you out first,” he admits. “have you get all pretty for me. swing you around, hold your hand. make you mine.”

“izuku,” you gasp, trembling with the aftershocks.

you find your breath as your orgasm wanes. you pull your hips back to sit over the base of him. your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. pussy juices slates along the top of izu’s shaft. a cute, little snail trail.

“oh,” izuku breathes, eyes widening at the tale tell signs of your trembling pussy. “look at you. fuck, are you cumming? shit, baby.”

the coil snaps. you hump and cum and gush all over izuku with a broken wail of his name. dark waves pull and tighten in your tummy, and your entire body shudders. the hand at izuku’s chest slackens in grip, and soon follows suit is the rest of you.

“m’sorry lucky,” the words are drenched in izuku’s encouraging voice. he rumbles it right into your ear. “the prettiest girl in the world is fucking cumming all over me. god.”

you whimper, rolled tightly into his neck while the aftershocks clatter up your bones. you’ve taken refuge against his chest. the side of your head thumps with his every heartbeat. izuku’s hands flood warmth over your hips, your back. he rubs you gently, carefully easing you back down from the high of cumming all messy and drenching him in it.

you’d fall asleep if it wasn’t for his cock poking your ass.

“was it good?” izuku murmurs cheekily, eyes heavy and cheeks flushed.

“looked so pretty from down here—ugh!”

you slap his abdomen, right at above his navel, then reach down to smear the tip over his cock over your gooey entrance.

“i wanna feel you cum now,” you demand. “inside.”

“in—in—? fuck,” the words slip from izuku’s mind as you lower your hips. his cock pops through the ring of tightness at the entrance of your cunt, slick and slippery with your cum.

izuku is melting. you’ve got one hand on his abdomen to keep balance, the other wrapped meanly around his cock. you pump furiously at the base of him. in, out, in, out—your pussy clenches around the tip. hot beads of slick roll down the thickness of him, gifting your fingers a little lubrication to stroke harder beneath your pretty hole. the sight of you is a gift.

“just—just a little,” you whine, toes curling at the stretch on the inside of you. you give another roll of your hips, your nails pinching into izuku’s tummy. “can’t help m’self, m’sorry.”

“i know m’mean, but i don’t mean it,” you sniffle, press a hand to his stomach, and rock backwards on your knees.

“l-like you s’much, izu—uu!” a cry escapes you as you sink down more than you meant, the entire upper half of his cock spears into your cunt. the shock of suddenly being stretched so much sends you spiraling. you cum, again, with izuku’s name falling from your tongue religiously, mixed between squeals and squeaks.

izuku gazes up at you, fresh tears at his waterline. tries to blink them away as he gnashes his teeth together. he’s overwhelmed still, so easily—and you. you’re nothing if not overwhelming.

“fuck,” he growls, mouth pulled into a snarl. your eyes roll up at the wide, pulsing stretch of his cock. he reaches a hand for your cheeks and drags you down quickly. mwah, mwah, mwah. one kiss, two, three—and now he’s to return to splitting you open.

he grunts, “can’t believe you’re lettin’ me—sweetheart, i can’t—,”

his thighs flex. he spreads them apart beneath your weight, and bends his knees to plant his feet on the ground. leverage, that’s what he needed.

izuku plants his feet on the ground and humps greedily into your cunt until it’s stretched around too much of his stupid dick. your eyes cross as the sudden girth piles in and out of you. the sound of your own sloppy, shlurping pussy makes your body burn hot. your velvet walls flutter helplessly, the rest of you bouncing in likeness while izuku uses you. he’s just so big and heavy and strong—you know the inside of you is going to be so sore.

“you’re so deep,” you cry, tossing your head back. all of you trembles, rolling with aftershocks and overwhelming rolls of pleasure spiraling up and tightening again just beneath your navel. it drives you crazy enough to claw at izu everywhere you can get your fingers on him.

“m’too sensitive,” your nails claw at his knees.

“forgive me, baby,” izuku begs, “promise i’ll make it up t-to you, uhn.” he thrusts deeper, hits the top of your pussy as thick, hot ropes of milk fill your cunt.

“so cute when you try to be mean, y’know?” he rasps. “just to make a mess on me like th-this.”

the tears welling in his green eyes roll down his rosy, freckled cheeks. his head tilts back, stomach clenching sporadically under your fingers.

“i’m cumming,” he gasps, whines, coos. twitching and shaking underneath you, grabs a hold of you tight to ground himself. “c-cumming, m’cumming, oh no. oh no.”

there’s so much of it, goops of it spilling back down over izuku’s shaft and splattering onto the blanket below.

you fall forward with a whine, spread your thighs a little farther so izuku can get as deep as he likes. his arms come up to wrap around your waist immediately. he holds you there, thrusting helplessly as his cock pumps load after load of cum.

“s’so warm,” you sigh dreamily into his ear, lightly running your nails over his forearms. his cum pools beneath you, strings of it attaching your cunt to his cock as he jerks himself in and out of you.

“how d’you feel?” he mumbles in the come down, low and soft. a big hand soothes circles into your spine.

“m’all sore now.” phantom aches of what’s to come curl across the softer parts of your body—your thighs, your hips, your cunt. you stretch your chin up and snag the lobe of his ear by your teeth. it’s meant to be mean, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“what else?” green eyes focus intently on your face. his other hand slithers up to cup your cheeks from beneath your chin, to tilt your head to him and make you look him in the eye.

“i—,” you blink. what’s he looking for? “what are you asking me?”

his lip curls up at the directness in your tone. “ah,” he smiles, but it’s twitchy. nervous. “just wanted to make sure you don’t hate me.”

“oh.” you blink, again. just a little dumbfounded at the relief in his voice. “no,” you whisper, tender and soft and gooey. “never.”

izu’s head thumps backwards onto the blanket. his chest rises and falls as you lay across him, and even when you wiggle around, he just won’t let you pull away.

“but i will start hating you if you make me do this math homework.”

the man groans, miserably.

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see what had happened was..mama cloud was gonna go to bed,,,but can we please talk about skinny emo boys for a minute-

he sits in the corner in a mall, head down, headphones covering his ears, hood up with a glare n a scowl on his face?? yeah him.

he's so distant and looks like he doesn't want to be bothered until he sees you n all your soft, plump glory. his pale face starts to go red and he could swear that his pupils are forming heart as he watches you walk through to the various shops. boy is infatuated <3

he doesn't even say hello. he's just rushing home, trying his best to hide his painfully obvious hard-on from any eyes that aren't yours. his pants flying off as soon as he gets through the front door n locking it behind him.

he's tugging down his boxers n pulling out his leaking cock with the vivid memory of your supple body n cute ass to guide him, jacking himself off right where he stood, all red-faced n needy for more.

soon, his hand isn't enough and he's rushing to his room rummaging through his toys to find his onahole, but it's still not enough!! he needs you, he needs your weight pressed against his thinner body, holding him in place while you use him like a living dildo.

he needs your thick thighs wrapped around his head, on his shoulders, twitching n shuddering for him while he fingers n sucks on your most sensitive areas. please please crush his head with your thighs.

if he dies, he dies <3

soon even the onahole isn't enough, and he resorts to folding the heaviest pillow he owns over his cock to fuck into with the now dripping onahole still being impaled.

the softness doesn't even begin to compare to how he thinks you'd feel around him. it's not warm like you. it's not telling him what a good boy he is for filling you up so well. it's not tugging at his hair n scratching up his back out of pleasure. it's not you.

he's a red mess now, mouth wide open n releasing his loud n whiny moans while he fucks the makeshift doll in doggystyle, leaning over it and gripping when he imagines would be your wider hips under him.

he's completely lost in ecstasy when he finally cums into the onahole, tears of pleasure rolling down his flushed cheeks and howling out his release. pulling out of the onahole a thick trail of his cum spills out with it, and his face flushes all over again.

ohh if only you were really here to tell him to mount n breed you again~

was absolutely thinking of sebastian from stardew valley btw. on almost all my playthroughs ive married him n i love it??? that emo boy can cum in me anytime <3 -☁️

kylar from degrees of lewdity as well- horny loner types are just my shit rn hah☁️

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