Zhongli X Male Reader

If you still have nsfw requests open what abt monster dick mc with a charmed fl3shlight of the bros/side characters (minus luke, but i feel thats obvious)

Monster dick MC fucking a charmed fleshlight

MINORS DNI

Anon i want to kiss you directly on the lips for requesting this. I had the time of my life writing these. Not sure if the monster dick really comes through here, but I tried my best to imply it.

Warnings: toys, sexting, mild exhibitionism (in Satan’s), breeding kink (in Beel's), consensual somno (in Belphie's), sounding (in Solomon's), genitals ambiguous for the chars, amab mc/reader

Lucifer:

You better not use it while he’s in public!

He makes that wildly clear as soon as he finds out about it (and no doubt he mysteriously finds out about it before you get the chance to use it).

What he likes is if you use it when he’s been holed up in his office, working for far too long

Lucifer’s been working for hours when he gets a text from you- an eggplant emoji that you’ve taken to using as a simple way to ask if you can use the fleshlight. He sends back an “ok” sticker and then he feels it. Your lubed fingers circling the hole of the charmed fleshlight, then sliding into it. He cries out, crumpling the paper he was writing on. He tries his best to flatten the paper while simultaneously grinding his hips back against your fingers, even though he knows that won’t work, and it just makes him look like a desperate whore rutting against his desk chair. When you pull your fingers out and replace them with your cock his hands shoot up to cover his mouth so no one hears him call out your name, cumming embarrassingly quick in his pants.

Mammon:

He gets kinda pouty if you use it instead of coming to fuck him in person

Best thing is to use it as "punishment"

If he's ever being bratty you making him watch as you fuck the fleshlight, yet he can still feel you fucking him

Mammon is tied up sitting on the bed watching you hungrily as you sit in a chair across from him. You pour lube into the toy causing him to bite his lip at the strange sensation. You tease the hole of the toy with your thick head, making Mammon beg for you to fuck the toy. When you insert your dick he gasps and pulls against the restraints, shaking as you slowly sink inch by inch into the toy. He’s so shocked at how realistic it feels, it feels like you’re deep inside him, churning his guts as you pound into him. But even though it feels like he’s being fucked, he's not, and therefore he’ll be begging the whole time that you fuck him properly.

Levi:

Let’s be honest he’s the one who bought the toy for you

He begs that you try it out even though he’s kind of prepared to be disappointed, thinking it’s probably a scam

When he feels your fingers on his hole his mind is racing through a million scenarios of you using the toy

Levi had just finished up his (long and very informative) explanation of what was so special about the fleshlight he'd gotten you. He’d wrapped it all up with a disclaimer that it probably didn’t even work. And yet here he is looking at you expectantly from where you’re both sitting in his bathtub bed. You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes as you shimmy out of your pants. Grabbing the lube you note that Levi’s breathing has gotten heavier, and he’s already hard. So you lightly tease him for getting hot and bothered just from seeing your flaccid cock. He stutters out some excuse but shuts up when you pour the lube into the fleshlight. You ask if it works, if he can feel it, and he immediately starts gushing about how poggers this is, and begging you to start fucking the fleshlight already.

Satan:

The first time you use it he was in the library, though luckily no one was around to see the way he- to no success- tried to conceal the way he fell apart

Afterwards if anyone takes notice of the way he walks back to the house of Lamentation with a slight limp and the way he’s walking holding books in front of his crotch, they do not bring it up

He thinks its stupid that you would buy that instead of actually fucking him

Thoroughly amused you read Satan’s passive aggressive texts to you from his room about how he can feel that you’re using the toy again, that you should just make the short walk to his room and fuck him properly. Ignoring him you slide your cock in, and the texts stop abruptly. Then you get a call. You continue to thrust your cock into the toy as Satan attempts to convince you to come over between begging and whining for you to pick up the pace and go harder. He babbles about how he can feel it in his stomach, that he wants you here so when you finish he can feel you fill him up with your cum. He’s going to want you to come fuck him again properly when you're done.

Asmo:

Obsessed with the toy, and thinks it’s so much fun

When you text him a heads up he likes to stuff himself with a vibe so it feels like double penetration

Sometimes he calls you in the moment to rave about how good it feels, and sometimes he’ll just wait until you’re done so he can come find you for round two

As soon as Asmo read the text from you he dropped his eyeliner and grabbed a random vibrator. He snaps a quick pick of the one he’s using- as a way of showing he’s ready on his end, then lubes it up and stretches himself as he feels you tease the entrance of the toy. When you slide in he gets adjusted to your phantom stretch before stuffing in the vibrator, crying out obscenely at the sensation of your long, thick cock fucking him alongside the vibrator. It’s such a unique sensation, unparalleled by anything else he’s experienced. He loves it almost as much as he loves you fucking him normally. Almost. But in the end you fucking him in person is far better, and he knows as soon as you’ve both cum he’ll be rushing (with a slight limp) to your room for more.

Beelzebub:

Give him a heads up before you use the fleshlight so he doesn’t hurt himself if you use it while he’s working out

He probably doesn’t like it too much because he doesn’t like that you can’t breed him with your cum when you finish

He also doesn’t like that he can’t see you so he begs for facetimes when/if you use it

Beel is uncharacteristically pouting when you answer his facetime, whining that he doesn’t like this toy very much, and that you should just come and fuck him. You explain this is like a prelude for what's to come later, and his temperament shifts a bit, smiling at the promise of you pounding him in person after. When you slide your cock into the toy the phone shakes a bit as Beel cries out. He’s so frustrated because it feels so good- of course it does when it's you, but he wants to be able to kiss you and taste you and feel your skin. Beel gets fed up with all this so he slowly and shakily makes his way to your room, stopping to catch his breath as you continue to fuck the toy while he walks.

Belphegor:

Obsessed with you using it while he’s sleeping

Or if you let him use it on you while you're sleeping

He’s much rather fuck you with the fleshlight than ride you, and he’s desperate to feel you fucking him whenever he can get the chance

You wake up to Belphie's loud and breathy moans in your ear. He’s jerking you off with the charmed fleshlight, grinding his cock against you as he feels the sensations of you fucking him. His eyes are scrunched shut, so when you thrust your hips into the toy it catches him off guard and he cums, staining your pajamas with his jizz. His eyes open and he kisses you sloppily as he picks up the pace, whining and whimpering into your mouth as he does. Once you've cum inside the toy Belphie throws it to the ground, and despite both of you having cum all over, he pulls up the blankets and promptly falls back asleep, leaving you to either try to fall back asleep or clean the two of you up with no help from him.

You could probably get the most use out of it with the side chars

Diavolo:

A solution for when he wants to get dicked down but can’t make it to the house of Lamentation or you can’t get to the castle

(not a perfect solution though, he still heavily prefers you fucking him in person over this)

He becomes more desperate though, begging for you to fuck the fleshlight every night (and the morning after) that he’s not with you.

You open your phone to 30 new messages from Diavolo begging that you fuck him and laugh. You send him a kissy sticker before lubing up your cock and teasing the opening of the fleshlight with the head of your cock. Diavolo sends you a series of key smashes- a thing he’d recently learned about from Levi, then a picture of his hole slick with lube and slightly gaping. You groan, easing the toy down your cock. The texts stop as you pound your dick into the fleshlight, but start right up again when you’ve cum. You get his half thought out praises, pictures of the aftermath of his orgasm, and so many heart emojis before he sends his goodnight text.

Barbatos:

Like Beel give him a heads up to make sure he’s not cooking or attending to Diavolo

But oh boy does he loves this toy sm

Loves that he can comfortably lay back while you pound into the toy

Barbatos gets the heads up text that you’ll be using the charmed toy when he’s taking a bath. He gives you permission, shyly taking a picture of himself in the bath, to which he receives copious praise and compliments from you. He feels himself blush, fidgeting as the anticipation builds. When he feels the ghost-like sensation of your lubed up cock rub against his hole he whimpers, relaxing as best as he can for the stretch that your huge cock gives him. He grips the edge of the tub as you slowly and sweetly fuck the toy. It's nice- the experience of getting fucked in the bathtub without the mess. He cums when you do, calling you immediately after, giddy to talk about how it felt and how much he loved it.

Simeon:

No matter how often you use it every time you do he gets so scared because he forgets how it feels to have you touching him but not there with him

Like Beel he wants to be able to hear and see you when you “fuck him” so he’ll text you asking that you facetime him (he cant figure out to do it on his own lol)

Highly prefers you fucking him in person but on nights when he's alone it's kinda nice

You facetime Simeon before going to bed, holding up the fleshlight with a wink and hearing him sputter on the other end. He lays back against his pillows, running his fingers along his chest as you lube up your cock. When you ease your dick into the toy, very slowly so he can adjust to the stretch, Simeon whines and whimpers, accidentally dropping the phone, then propping it up on a pillow to make sure that doesn't happen again. He reaches down to touch himself, like you taught him, time with your thrusts. By the time you’ve cum the first time he’s given you two orgasms already, sobbing from the overstimulation, and trying to muffle the way he calls out your name by shoving his face into the pillow.

Solomon:

Has a matching charmed dildo that he fucks his hole with lol

You guys take turns fucking around with each other with said toys

One night he uses the dildo so you can feel him, and the next you use your fleshlight so he can feel your cock

Last night Solomon had fucked himself on his charmed dildo for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you. Tonight you’re going to get payback. You text him a picture of your lubed up cock and the fleshlight as a warning. He sends back a selfie of his hard dick, plugged up with a sounding rod and he’s giving you a thumbs up. You laugh, rubbing your head against the entrance for a moment then thrusting fully in. Once in you wait for him to adjust before fucking the toy with a brutal pace. When you finally get tired out Solomon facetimes you, showing you the aftermath, and listening to your heavy praise. Then you walk him through some aftercare and fall asleep, never hanging up once.

hedonist (44-3)

Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom amab reader, sub Michael Myers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, virgin michael, written with '78 mikey in mind

Michael loves lurking around the house.

He stands in doorways of the rooms you hang out in, he watches you through windows and through cracked doors, and even if you close and lock a door you can see his feet under the door frame- giving away how he’s looming outside and waiting for you. He’s like a particularly evasive and aloof cat, except instead of leaving you dead mice you sometimes stumble upon a decapitated head. 

You've heightened your senses to pick up on his presence better, first as a way of survival, yet now due to an interest in the large, quiet, distant man.

He really is like a cat, with the way you feed and house him. You'd never call him a roommate considering he doesn’t pay rent like a roommate would. Though you wish he would, because feeding and covering for him should be a bit financially rewarding. You’d broached the topic once and Michael had just stared at you until you’d awkwardly laughed and left it at that, knowing you were getting nowhere (but sometimes you find random people’s wallets on the bedside table. You take the money and forget you saw anything).

A lot of “conversations” end like that, with him staring at you, like maybe you’re stupid for getting this comfortable with a killer in your home. Maybe you are, because you are getting really comfortable with a killer in your home.

You’ve gotten him to sit with you- instead of him standing for sometimes hours- more and more, every once in a while you hear him grunt when you talk to- or rather, at- him, and you know he’s getting comfortable with you too. So comfortable that he likes to stand outside the door and watch when you masturbate. 

You don't mind it, obviously, otherwise you would've told him off, but it is a bit disappointing. He never enters, nor does anything to make himself known to you. The tension grows between the two of you as you continue to touch yourself to the thought of him, and he continues to watch. 

It occurs to you one night, laying on your back propped against your pillows with your lubed hand fisting your cock, that maybe Mikey- he’d kill you (maybe actually, really kill you) if you called him that to his face- is waiting for permission. It wouldn’t be the first time that his lack of communication has led to you needing to call all the shots in your arrangement. 

You've called out his name before, of course to no answer, but tonight you try again. 

"Michael," you groan, and of course, no answer. "You can, ah, come in," it's worth a try, but you doubt he'll make any moves. 

You squeeze your dick in shock as the door creaks open. The light from the window illuminates his mask, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you think you can see how he eyes you up hungrily. It makes a shiver go down your back, and your cock twitches in your hand. 

He steps forward just enough to close the door behind him, and stares at you, just watching. You slow down your pace, staring back at him. The two of you look at each other for a moment, the slick sound of the lube and heavy breathing being the only noises in the room. 

“You can take a closer look,” you finally suggest playfully, quickly adding, “if you want.” Michael shifts from one heavy boot-clad foot to another, then steps closer. 

He stands, tall and stiff, at the edge of your bed. His thighs touch the bed but he makes no move to get onto it. With him hovering over you like this, watching you so intently, you briefly wonder if maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

Michael's hands are empty, but there’s no saying that he couldn’t have a knife in his pocket. He might just be waiting for the very last second to stab you to death- killing you for your hubris and sinful nature- as he’s done to so many before you. Strangely enough, the thought of that doesn’t make you any less turned on. In fact, you think, if it’s even possible, maybe more blood rushed down to your cock at the idea of him straddling you with a knife.

Despite your grim fantasies, you can tell Michael is at least a little interested in the scene before him. With him so close to you, you can easily see how his coveralls are tented by his erection. And if he hasn’t killed you yet, maybe he never will. 

“Do-” Michael, who’s been staring at your dick, watching you stroke yourself, snaps his head up to look at your face at the sound of your voice. “Do you want to touch me?” you ask carefully, knowing that you look as flustered as you feel. Michael waits for a moment and you can’t tell if he’s really thinking about your question or just teasing you. Then he nods.

You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding, spreading your legs. “Come sit,” Michael follows orders surprisingly well (and you wonder if it’s just because it’s you who’s doing the ordering), getting between your legs slowly. 

As soon as you remove your hand Michael goes to touch your cock, “wait-” he pauses, looking up at you expectantly. You grab the lube, pouring some onto his hand. Michael flexes it, grunting softly at the feel of it coating his fingers and palm.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Michael?” you ask as he wraps his hand around you. He nods, slowly jerking you off in a similar fashion to how you were stroking yourself not minutes ago. You fist your hands into the bed sheets, trying to ground yourself as Michael Myers, the shape that’s been haunting Haddonfield for years, strokes your cock. 

“Do you- yeah, just like that- do you touch yourself when you watch me?” Michael nods again, staring at your cock as he plays with the tip of it in a way that could best be described as curious.

You let him mess around with you for a bit, let him get used to touching another person, let him learn what you like and don’t like, before you start talking again. 

“Can I- ah- touch you?” Michael freezes, slowly looking up at you. “I wouldn’t touch the mask, promise,” he seems relieved hearing that, so he continues jerking you off and nods. You slowly start unzipping his coveralls, revealing the black t-shirt he has on underneath. Getting it opened up a bit more you slip your hands under his shirt and run your hands along his chest, feeling him up and not missing the way his breath hitches as your fingers come in contact with his nipples. 

You’re starting to get a little fuzzy headed as he continues stroking you, like your climax is steadily approaching. You don’t want him to stop touching you, but you also want this to last for as long as possible. 

“Michael,” he looks up at you, squeezing your dick at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I want to see you with your clothes off,” you tell him honestly. He seems to consider this for a moment, and then he’s removing his hand from you backing up off of you. He gets off the bed, and you’re a bit scared for a second that you may have scared him away. Those thoughts dissipate when he starts to undress for you. 

You’re salivating by the time he’s naked. Of course the mask is still on, you would have been shocked if he took it off. His body is littered in scars, fresh and old, and they remind you of who he is and what he's done. You brush off the reminder that he's a murderer easily, so easily it should be beyond concerning. Instead of worrying about all that you let your eyes wander more. Seeing his pretty pink nipples makes you want to suck on his chest and kiss your way down his happy trail to his cock. 

Speaking of his dick, he's uncut and currently so hard and red it looks like it hurts. You coo softly and pat your lap, “c’mere baby,” with him undressed you can see the way the pet name makes his chest flush. 

He plops himself down in your lap like he’s meant to be there. His thick thighs, which are stationed at either side of you, have you drooling. You have to hold his hand to stop him from touching you again. Michael cutely cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“Can I touch you more?” you ask, adjusting so your dicks are touching one another. Michael nods quickly, like he’s eager for it. You hum, quickly lubing up your hand again, and then slowly you wrap your hand around both his and your dick.

Though it’s muffled by the mask, you can hear Michael gasp at the feeling of your hand on his skin. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a grunt, squeezing your hand that’s been holding his, hard. You get the message he’s trying to send, and begin stroking the two of you off. 

“Has anyone touched you like- nngh- this?” you ask, picking up the pace, because you don’t think either of you will last long. Michael shakes his head no, jerking his hips against yours. His breathing is heavy behind the mask, and every so often you hear a quiet moan or whimper come from him. You feel yourself throb at the fact that Michael is a virgin. 

“I wanna- ah- I wanna make you cum Michael,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss his now sweaty chest. Michael arches slightly into your kisses, starved for any touches you give him. “Been such a good boy waiting for permission,” you murmur against his chest. You notice the way his breath hitches when you call him a good boy. Michael’s cock is leaking pre, and with the way he’s jerking into your hand, frotting his dick against yours, you can tell he’s close. 

“Cum for me baby boy, cum- oh,” it catches you off guard, because he’s so quiet, but just like that he’s cumming. He again squeezes your hand- and for a brief moment you worry he’s going to break it. He shakes and twitches atop of you, cum shooting from him and dirtying your hand and his chest. You watch spurt after spurt shoot out, and come to the realization that though he may touch himself when watching you, he’s been pent up for a while now. 

“Good boy, fuck lookit you,” you groan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. You up your pace, working him through his climax while you bring yourself closer with each second. “Michael,” you cum with his name on your lips, as you have so many times before. The difference being that he’s right here with you and not 15ft away, watching through a crack. 

You’re still catching your breath when Michael leans his entire weight on you, painfully smushing his plastic mask into your skin. You make a noise of discomfort, but he’s too far gone to do anything. 

Once you regain your strength you carefully ease him off of you, and help him get comfortable in the bed next to you. You’re about to go grab a washcloth and a glass of water, but Michael's hand, rough and steady (and a bit moist with lube) around your arm stops you. “I’ll be right back,” you smile, “I promise. Just lay back, I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.” 

Michael blinks a few times, still holding you tight in his grip, before letting you go. You fulfill your promise, returning with the items necessary for a decent aftercare.

He’s observing your every move, like if you make a wrong one it’s over for you. Despite his watchful gaze you clean yourself and him up, then offer the glass of water to him. Michael shakes his head and you shrug before gulping it down. Then, you make yourself comfortable in the bed next to him, pulling up the covers.

Though it feels entirely awkward you press a kiss to the cheek of the plastic mask, wrapping an arm around Michael. He snorts, likely amused by your attempt at affection.

“I’m glad you came in this time,” you tell him honestly, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I’m gonna want to touch you a whole lot more, is that okay? Would you want that?” Michael is nodding before you even fully get the question out. You laugh, delighted by the strange, spontaneous, and exciting turn of events that occurred tonight. 

“Okay, we can… talk more in the morning,” you yawn, the adrenaline from getting off with the Michael Myers finally wearing you down. 

You turn off your light and pull him a little closer, smiling to yourself when you feel him cuddle up to you. The mask pressed against you is uncomfortable, but you don’t mind it if it means Michael is close to you.

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and receive a hum from him that you could get very used to hearing.

I just realized carrd is really hard to use .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

Nagito x Male reader

MINORS DNI

Content Warning ♡: Blood,rough sex, semi public sex?, lots of cum, biting, pain (mentioned once or twice idk) first work don’t judge I wrote this at 1am 😖not proofread, 3.7k words♡

Bending Nagito over the kitchen island, your hands pressed to his body. Your lips felt rough against Nagito as you bit him harshly, seeing drops of blood trickle down his neck. The sound of a gasp escaped Nagito’s throat and your grip on his waist was tight. His breath hitching and panting through his mouth, you watched his face contort in pain at each touch.

“Y’know, I always wondered what it would be like to fuck you Nagi~” you said, watching as he grew flustered. His hands were gripping tightly onto the sides of the countertop. Your smile grew bigger. He turns your head back at you, eyes filled with lust. You pull down his pants, looking at his checkered underwear. You quickly remove his boxers and insert two lubed up fingers. “a-ah!” Nagito cries out and moans loudly. His back arched against you, hands gripping the table. His breathing becomes heavy and ragged as he cums. You watch him with a small smirk on your face. “You liked that huh? Slut.” You say and start fingering him faster, watching how his body shuddered as you hit a certain spot inside of him. You lean down slightly when you see how flushed Nagito gets. “Fucking cum for me Nagi. ” You said roughly.

“a-ah! o-okay!” Nagito stutters and you hear the slap of his ass and you grunt in response, pushing harder into his hole. He moans once more, feeling how your hand rub up against his prostate and he clenches around your fingers.

You hastily remove your fingers from his ass and replace it with your dick. His mouth hangs open as you move yourself closer, leaning down to his ear. “Tell me you love me Nagi.” You whisper and then you begin thrusting your hips hard.

Nagito lets go of the counter top, wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “Mmmm” You slap him harshly on his back. “Say it Nagi.”

“I…love you…m/n…”

He says between short breaths. You smirk. “That wasn’t very good Nagi. Try again.” You speed up your pace.

Nagito swallows thickly before saying it again. “I LOVE YOU m/n!!!!”

You grin widely as you continue to pound away inside of him. “Good boy Nagito~”

You both let out loud groans, cum splattering on the side of the kitchen island. Nagito slides off of the countertop and collapses next to you. You look down at Nagito. He has sweat coating his skin, hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks. It makes your lips curve upwards even further as you push a few locks of hair behind his ears. “look at your little stomach, so full with my cum.” You grab his left leg and raise it, spreading his legs apart. You lean down and bite his inner thigh, sucking lightly on it. “Mmm m/n..” Nagito moans loudly and squirms underneath you. He removes himself from your dick and moves to your crotch, giving kitten licks to the tip of your cock.

You close your eyes and lean back. “Fuck Nagito~” You moan, feeling his tongue work his down your length. He kisses along your shaft. He slowly opens his mouth and tries to take in your entire length, only managing to get half of it in. You tilt your hips back and forth, allowing him better access. You watch as Nagito takes his time working your length, working a little too slowly. You buck your hips up, stuffing his mouth with your cock. He starts gagging on your cock.

Nagito moans as you shove your entire cock all the way down his throat. You can see his face flush red, saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth. His tongue licks at your dick desperately as you feel your own orgasm build up within you. Your eyes flutter shut as you hold back your moans as much as you could.

Nagito grabs your balls and massages them gently. You open one eye just enough to see Nagito moving his mouth down your length. You both cum at the same time. “A-ah m/n” Nagito says before passing out lightly. You kiss him on the forehead before falling asleep with him.

Can Mora Buy Thoma?

FTM!Stripper!Thoma x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con to Con, Hair Pulling, Daddy Kink

Words: 1,032 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Thoma became a stripper to earn mora for his family and basic living expenses. He doesn't need to worry about college since he has a full scholarship but otherwise he needs to work for everything else.

During the day he works as a server at Komore Teahouse and at night he works at a strip club. It wasn't common for strippers to have sex with clients and there were rules set to protect the dancers (and Thoma's virginity) so he felt pretty safe at work.

Up until you came in. You'd always pay for private time with him and he'd always refuse to have sex with you. You weren't going to give up though.

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You sit in your car, waiting for Thoma to get off work.

He walks out of the building in comfortable clothes and jumps when he sees your car door open.

"Thoma!" You call out, smiling widely.

Thoma stops. Now he knows why you didn't come today. "What..?"

"How much do I need to pay you to spend a night with you? I'm willing to pay anything."

"Please sir, I told you many times." Thoma shakes his head.

"What about 200 million mora?"

Thoma freezes. He doesn't even have 10 million in his bank account.

"300 million."

"..Fine." He sighs. It would be a mistake to pass up so much mora.

You grin and bring him to the back of your car, kissing and touching him while your driver takes the two of you to your house.

The closer you get, the less Thoma wants to go through with it. "Stop it.." Thoma says when your hand starts to get dangerously close to his crotch.

"I'm paying you 300 million mora, I shouldn't be hearing any complaints from you."

Thoma closes his eyes, grimacing when he feels your hand sneak underneath his pants.

You use two fingers to feel up his cunt through his underwear, slowly feeling his slick bleed through.

Before you can go any further, the driver pulls into your driveway.

"Well, we'll continue this in the bedroom." You smile, helping Thoma out of the car. You wave off your driver and lead the blond into your house.

Thoma struggles to verbalize his feelings, only making small strained sounds as you drag him to your room.

You gently push him onto the bed and start removing your clothes.

"I- I don't want to do it."

You only scoff in response.

Thoma sits up. "I'll...I'll do anything else. For less money or even none at all, just...please, sir."

You move on top of Thoma, chuckling. "You made it this far. Don't you want your reward?"

Thoma shakes his head. "Please don't.."

You rip his cheap pants off, causing Thoma to cry. "I'm begging you, please!"

You force him into a kiss to shut him up, ripping his underwear off in the process. You pull your underwear, the last off your clothes, off and align your dick to his entrance.

He screams into your mouth, flailing around in a futile attempt to push you away.

You pull away from his mouth as you stuff your dick inside him. "Be quiet and take daddy's cock like a good boy, alright?" You cover Thoma's mouth before he can scream. "Relax, 'm gonna make you feel good."

Thoma shakes his head, tears spilling from his eyes as he struggles to get comfortable with the burning intrusion of your length.

"Come on baby, don't fight me. Do you realize how much you're earning from this?" You kiss his forehead. "You could even live like a rich man if you let me keep fucking you. Weekly payments...you'll never have to work again."

You're not going to give up.

Thoma falls limp, sobbing harder as he reluctantly lets you fuck him. He won't come back but since he's already here...

"Good boy, mmh~ being so pliant for daddy now." You move your hand from his mouth and grab his waist, thrusting into him roughly. "You're gonna let daddy fuck you for cash, baby?"

"On- only once-" Thoma grimaces.

You laugh, making Thoma feel stupid. Would you not be satisfied with having sex with him once? Would you force him into it again and again?

"Daddy's gonna fuck you til he's satisfied baby." You lean into his ear. "Gonna come in your pussy over and over."

The thought makes Thoma break down into louder cries.

"Don't cry, baby." You rub his clit, touching it in a way that quickly brings him towards an orgasm.

Thoma arches his back and gasps, unconsciously clenching around you as he comes. His eyes shoot open in shock.

"Oh, you liked that?" You smile smugly.

"Wa- wait~!" He whines as you keep fucking his sensitive cunt. His moans get louder and more debauched, losing himself to the pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Thoma covers his mouth in embarrassment.

You flip him over, lifting his ass up before you continue slamming into him. "Well I feel good, baby. Your tight pussy is practically hugging my cock."

Thoma buries his head in the pillow to suppress his moans.

You grab his ponytail and pull his head away from it. "I wanna hear how much a slut you are. Don't hide it from me."

His eyes roll to the back of his skull, wanton moans slipping out as you fuck him like he's just some prostitute you picked up off the street. He can't pretend he doesn't like this. "Fuck~! Daddy~"

"Yeah, baby?" There's a slight growl in your voice.

"'S go- good~!" He exclaims, literally drooling. "Th- think 'm gon- gon- uh~ come again~ ah~!"

You spank his ass. "Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?"

"Ye- yes~!"

"'M close too-" You groan. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up with my cum baby, you'd like that, right?"

"Yes~! Wah~ wanna be filled~!" Thoma'll definitely think back on this and wonder what on earth was wrong with him.

"Good boy." You let go of his hair and grab his waist, coming at the same time as him.

Thoma's upper half falls limp, his whole body twitching in pleasure as he lets you pump your load into him.

"Daddy's not finished yet baby."

Kamisato Ayato's Type (Yandere Idol!Ayato/Reader)

A/n: The CEO finally let me write “a/n” instead of “mother of Klee, Alice’s note” from now on now that the shareholder is missing! Anywaaaayysss… You look well-rested, Producer fox! What’s your secret? Won’t you tell mother Alice?

CW: hypnosis, panic attacks

Yandere 1k Idol Event

“(Y/n)... (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).”

Kamisato Ayato chanted your name, voice dipping into a borderline death threat.

“My dear producer, isn’t this far enough? I am not playing games anymore. Why don’t you reveal yourself before I make you?”

You made no sound inside the closet you’ve claustrophobically folded your knees and arms to fit into. Both hands covered your mouth while your heart beat erratically– but the sensation surely had less friction compared to Ayato’s fingers. 

He chuckled darkly. “Not up to it? Oh, but what if I started counting to three?”

You bit your lip, holding back tears.

A moment ago, you saw him rip his pillows in half after realizing you were no longer sleeping in his bed. Cotton materials were littered above his azure sheets and some were swept by the wind, dangerously close to the closet you were hiding in. His elegant demeanor crumbled and you jolted at the sharp sound of torn cloth. Ayato repeatedly clawed through the bed, his breathing guttural and erratic as he fruitlessly threw the rest of the pillows away. Your name no longer sounded right to you. It doesn’t sound like it was yours with the way he mumbles it like a curse or a lost possession. 

Although his face couldn't be seen from this perspective, you can still picture his lips being uncannily spread from ear to ear. Your muscles tensed even more at the sound of his feral yet strained laughter. You don’t know where you are but based on how isolated the area was, you’re clued on a bit as to approximately where he’s keeping you hidden. 

This is not his estate. This is not any of Teyvat Production’s buildings. The answer is closer to these keywords: Grand Narukami Land Reform Program. 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as his footsteps echoed louder– closer. Nausea started creeping in.

Be quiet… be quiet like a fox, (Y/n)…!

“Come now, Producer (L/n). Do you no longer trust me? I'll start counting. One… Two…”

—---

“It’s three o clock, sir– where have you been?”

Dressed in fine yet slovenly material, Kamisato Ayato enters the room. Looking from afar tells you what you need to know about him. Yes, he’s a byproduct of an aristocratic family who pursued an artistically sensitive path of politics, but by his smile alone, anyone can tell he's a notable outlier. 

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared at you. As always, his lean body stands firm, not unlike a Hinoki tree on a misty morning. This is precisely the reason why your eyes targeted his wet clothing and not his well-versed smile.

Unimpressed by his absence while you were out working for the entire day, you asked as politely as you could. You've been bombarded with tasks as of late, disastrously to the point that you even started managing the Inazuman food supplies in the cafeteria.

"Sir Kamisato, may I inquire as to why you look positively haggard?" 

The idol grins wryly at your voice before squeezing some locks of his hair near his scalp. His pursed lip belied both child-like innocence and weariness of a man without youthful aspirations. Some sweat also seeped between his fingers, which only served to amplify your distress.

Ayato averted his gaze, intent on answering you without giving too much of himself away.

"It was a difficult singing session and the space lacked ventilation."

"It's snowing." You deadpanned.

Ayato shrugged "It's a… mixture of both sweat and snow, I suppose."

You snatched the script off his hands. 

Needless to say, he was definitely not practicing a song.

"Didn't Thoma or Childe agree to accompany you?"

Before making the switch to idol work, Childe was once known as Tartaglia in the theater industry. You suspect he's the reason behind Ayato's current fixation on acting. It's not a secret that Sir Kamisato had been eyeing the barren sixth and tenth spots of the Commedia Del Arte troupe for quite a while now…

"Thoma attended a talk show with Aether and Zhongli whereas Childe was preoccupied with his training."

Archery training most likely for that man’s next athletic competition, but you're not Producer Sage so you don't particularly care. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

"Do you want to stay in ADDICKTZ longer than necessary?"

For a moment, his expression stiffened before it relaxed back into his usual languid smile.

If a well-dressed atheist quietly sits through a mass, most devotees cannot tell whether they're worshipping or attending. The same reasoning can be used to explain Kamisato Ayato's reputation. The juxtaposition of the perfect princely archetype paired with a stressed-out overachiever– that was your opinion on him the first few weeks you worked in Teyvat Productions. And you were right.  

Sir Kamisato had always been open to you about his detachment from the idol group. In his eyes, every ADDICKTZ-related activity is a mere play pretend worthy enough for him to generate fabricated happiness to fuel his agendas. His idol works are not so different from the nihonga pieces the Kamisato Clan collected throughout the generations– a beautiful artwork, but not something he's deeply involved in. His career thrived off countless facework and dramaturgical approaches in fan interactions, false but not cheap. He is what the creative director and his assistant made him out to be, and he doesn't seem content or completely dissatisfied with this arrangement.

It’s obvious that he’s not here to satisfy Ayaka’s obsession with the idol industry– he’s your boss simply because there’s a political gain you aren’t privy to know the details to. 

You'd wager a guess that this career shift likely had something to do with the Kamisato clan's land reform scandals… but you're not here for politics. Lady Yae always watches your every move to make sure you know little regarding the “real” paperwork Sir Kamisato does. 

However, you can’t help but feel as if you were involved with one of these scandals before… you just can’t remember what incident it was.

"My apologies, Producer (L/n). I will not do it again."

"As you should." You pouted. "You caused me a great deal of worry."

Ayato opened his mouth before quickly shutting it. For a supposed political heir, words had failed him. His posture resembled that of an abandoned puppy as he slouched and sighed.

You laughed softly.

Open mind, open arms– you let him hug you gently as Ayato mumbled something about his workload. You’re so used to this that you didn’t mind how uncomfortably damp his back was. This is a normal occurrence between you two. After nearly half a year, Ayato opened up about missing his sister's hug after a long day and you offered to be a substitute. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling him breathing softly near the shell of your ear. 

“Producer (L/n)…”

“Yes?”

“I must memorize the script before sundown…”

You shook your head. How surprisingly predictable of him to bring that up.

“I won’t let you pick it up until you have a thirty-minute rest.”

“Why don’t we make this a game then?” He pulled back, a sly smile gloating just a bit to let you know he doubts you’d win. “This will be our second acting game– see which one of us can perform the script best. Win, and I’ll be the one finishing this week’s paperwork.”

As an older brother, Sir Kamisato has a habit of inventing games. The "reading game," "cursive-writing game," and "hotpot game" were all unmistakably created to discipline and make his younger sister Ayaka behave. However, she is now a young adult, and you are unquestionably much older than she is. You're not clear as to why he believed this "acting game" tactic would work.

But the “second” acting game? You’ve never read a script aloud with him before, though.

Oh, well. Picking up a script is worth trading the paperwork you were meant to be doing. 

“If it lessens my workload, I don’t see why not…”

Working for the idol industry can be very demanding, after all. If you win, you'll probably squander your spare time to snack on sweets... and work on a few chores– okay, so you're not the best at being still. You’ll probably multitask working on Ayato’s theater work either way. That, or you'd plan a new deck for your next 25-minute TCG game with him. 

He grabbed the script from behind you as his smile got bigger. Ayato handed the pages back after swiftly leafing through them and pointing at the highlighted passages.

“Scene IV – Act IV,” he said, his excitement subtly infecting his tone. “This is where my character helps Emperor Edel relax.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “I was under the impression that Hubert was Kaeya’s role.”

“Ah, I’ve forgotten to inform you but I’ve replaced Alberich since the eye incident.”

You know little about this “We Will Be Reunited” play 4/8 of ADDICKTZ are involved in but based on word-of-mouth, it appeared to be about an emperor and a retainer who had to betray former classmates to win a continental war. Seems like he wanted you to read the emperor’s lines.

He dimmed the lights to set the scene. Thankfully, only the two of you occupied his TeyPro's room. There's no one else lingering in the east wing, including Dr. Albedo's room next door.

“I see…” You muttered. “So, I shall be the first to start, correct?”

Sir Kamisato nodded. “Yes, you can begin with the ‘you think this can help me?’ line.”

You cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with much fervor.

“– I mean, I trust you Hubert, but I’d rather not face another disappointment in life again.”

Just like that, Kamisato Ayato’s demeanor shifted.

“My emperor (Y/n), I know that trusting another person isn’t easy, especially for someone like you with high status,” he spoke, voice laced with compassionate conviction. “But you have placed your trust in me, and of course, I will not let you down.”

As you listened to his delivery, you struggled to contain your grin of pride. For someone who looked ready to sleep on the floor when he entered the room, his voice carried the emotional weight worthy of becoming a professional theater actor. Hence, you decided not to comment on how he used your name instead of “Emperor Edel” for the sake of momentum. He knows what he's doing. This is the first time he called you by your first name– he's trying to fluster you.

“Hubert…” You muttered melodramatically, not knowing how the character should act or sound. “Fine, do what you must.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

You took another glance at the script and noticed that there weren't as many lines left for your character, which annoyed you. It seemed that Sir Kamisato deliberately set you up to fail. How can you win when he hasn't even gotten through one-third of his lines and you have already finished yours?

“Edel, I need you to look at me,” he spoke softly. “I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and follow my lead, understood?"

Since you weren't sure what to say in the first place, you didn't improvise any lines. You continued to sit next to him. He raised his hand near your face while he reads his lines. Your eyes naturally focus on his index and middle fingers as he points them up in the air. You don't understand the reasoning behind it, but there would be consequences if you check the script to see if that's written down. He would make up some nonsensical justification to deduct your points for this "acting game.” It's obvious. He’s not the only person in the world who can plot things like these.

“Are you still listening?” He muttered in a crisp yet low voice. 

Your eyes squinted a little in an unsuccessful attempt to focus on his hazy image. You were naturally more inclined to focus on the two fingers between your faces, struggling to keep yourself awake.

… Struggling to keep yourself awake?

He moved his fingers slowly to the left.

“My liege, the pressure you’re carrying is an unimaginably heavy burden…” He slowly shifted his fingers to the right. His voice was barely above a whisper, and you were this siren’s only listener. 

There’s a rhythm in his delivery. The charisma that his singing voice would convey remained present in his speaking voice, “even the smallest of tasks have been assigned to you– each minor inconvenience stacking up stress you do not need to carry alone. But you must continue to trust me. Focus on no one else but me and my voice alone. Only I can help you relax.”

… Were you so tired from work that this acting is actually working on you?

His fingers moved to the left again. For unexplainable reasons, your breathing wasn’t as shallow as it was earlier. You’ve made a mental note of how deeper it was compared to when Ayato first entered the room. Still, it’s too much of a draining challenge to focus on his face that you allow yourself to become absorbed in watching his slender fingers instead. You can no longer see his blue hair or face clearly.

Unbeknownst to you, your mouth was slightly agape– 

and Ayato had been clenching his other hand tight in an attempt to resist the urge to capture your lips.

He dryly cleared his throat in a nearly inaudible sound.

Ayato needs to take this slowly.

He won't repeat the same mistake twice.

“T-This… ‘method’ may not be as comfortable as I would’ve hoped, perhaps a tad bit extreme, but I assure you that it is effective (Y/– Edel.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Please, follow my lead…”

Of course.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

Your eyes moved as commanded.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

He chanted those words thrice and more.

… Why do you feel like you’ve done this several times before?

Sir Kamisato kept talking and talking…

His features blurred and the outline of his lips and nose disappeared, but his lilac eyes were clear. Eerily clear. As if it was the only feature of his visage left. You held back a yawn. You're sloppily reminded that the room remained dark, lulling you without questioning his face’s uncanny emptiness. 

Nearly faceless. 

You blinked laconically. 

What’s going…?

“Sir Kamisato I…” You yawned, unable to keep it in for much longer. “I-I think I might have to take a break…”

Kamisato Ayato smiled, but you couldn’t see that.

“An important dimens… to the concept of hyp…. thera… is how the therap… and their …ient perceive their environment. One impor… set of beliefs the patient must hold is their concepti… of trust they have for their therapi… and the safet… that co… along… with it.”

You could no longer follow his string of words.

Was that… from the script? Or is he talking to you?…

He continued, his grin growing wider.

“It warms my heart to know that you trust me, my b…ved. Trust me enough to beli… I would receive the… lead role– trust me enough to mindlessly believe that there’s a scene in …. that requires hypnosis therapy.”

“Take a break. You deserve the rest more than I do.”

That was the only full sentence you understood.

“Promise…” You yawned again, fluttering your eyes shut. “Promise you’ll wake me up?”

He laughed.

—------

Kamisato Ayato opened the door to the closet and your heart finally sank. You gasped as a pair of empty lilac eyes towered and stared down at you. He bent down and roughly grabbed you by the arm like one of his sister's stuffed animals, leaving you with nowhere to run. Your perception of an upstanding nobleman was shattered and stepped on as his twitching hands yanked you by the collar. 

His fingertips were red. His fingertips were warm– and it was all because of the mess he made with the torn-up pillows earlier.

He found you. 

The first game concluded, and much like the second game with “Edel” and “Hubert” in the present, Kamisato Ayato won this round.

“There you are. Why, I never would’ve guessed that you’re a sleepwalker–... (L/n)...? (L/n)? Why are you…”

Kamisato Ayato, a broken boy, hugged you. You can’t hear him– you can’t breathe enough– you can’t feel his warmth– all you feel is a restricting pain in your chest that screams this was the end of the line. You could no longer function.

He can't have that. He doesn't want to see you like this.

He loves you. Don't you understand that?

Then why were you shaking?

“No. No, no– b-breathe, breathe… W-Why do you look so terrified? P-Please… “ His hands trembled as he held you. No longer from anger, but from fear.

He doesn't want to break you.

“Please don’t be scared of me, (Y/n),” he whimpered desperately.

"T-Thoma! I need help, right now!" Ayato bit his lip, as he rubbed circles on your shoulders. He doesn't know what to do, but there's only one objective left in his mind–

Kamisato Ayato needed to find a way to put you back together.

---------

He nodded, playing with your hair.

It's been months since that incident now. Thanks to Lady Yae's help, you would've likely forgotten all about it. You're back, almost brand new, and your health had became his priority.

Kamisato Ayato, idol and heir of the Kamisato Clan, will not repeat the same mistake twice.

“Promise, I won't forget to wake you up, (Y/n). After all, it seems I'm close to mastering my skills on 'E█M█ th██apy'.” 

Ayato cooed and kissed your forehead, but you were already deep in sleep to know that.

“I promise I will no longer break you, unlike last time, my beloved.”

Ansytea: thank you, 🦊 anon for joining the match-ups~ and hehe happy holidays to you as well!!!

A Gift

FTM!Heizou + Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language used

Contains: Kidnapping, Nipple Clamps, Sexual Torture, Overstimulation, Fucking Machine, Erotic Electrostimulation

Words: 769

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"Have a nice day, sweetheart!" You smile, waving as your husband leaves for the day.

Once Ayato is gone, you go and finish all of your tasks then get ready to take information to help him out.

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You stepped into the dimly lit room, a weird but intimidating mask on your face that made the kidnapped man shiver.

You used multiple tactics to get the man to speak. Threats, slapping, loud noise, shocking him with your electro vision, and waterboarding.

But it was never enough. For you at least, the man had already been ready to talk by the time you were getting ready to waterboard him.

Ayato noticed how frustrated you were becoming. You couldn't do much to your victims for your own protection so you couldn't torture them as you'd like to.

He decided he would get you your own 'toy' to torture how ever you want. Ayato kidnapped Shikanoin Heizou, a detective that seemed to be getting close to figuring out your identity, and gifted him to you.

Once Ayato left you immediately took him to your room full of toys for both pleasure and torture. You sit him against the wall and walk to another side of the room.

Heizou glares at you as you happily shuffle through a box of toys. He's duck taped and tied up so he doesn't even bother trying to do anything.

You turn around with a pink vibrator and make your way over to him. You rip his shorts off and remove the rope from his legs and hands. You spread them apart and bring them to either side of him, tying his ankles to his wrists and forcing him into an embarrassing position.

Heizou glares at you.

"I'll be a little kinder today...but don't expect any more kindness tomorrow." You smile, turning the toy on and holding it against his little cock.

Heizou closes his eyes, his face flushed pink with muffled moans escaping his taped mouth.

"Feels good, detective?" You smile and rip apart his underwear, putting the vibrator against his now bare area. You position it in a way that isn't enough to make him come but enough to make him squirm.

You eventually stop his torture and move away to get more items, metal clamps for his nipples and a fucking machine with a dildo already attached to it.

You stuff the clamps in your pocket and bring the contraption over to him.

Heizou looks down at the dildo then back up at you, as if to say 'you're gonna put that inside me?'

"It'll hurt." You smile and push just the tip inside him. You rip his shirt off and pinch his nipples with the clamps.

Heizou closes his eyes to prepare himself before you turn the machine on. It forces the entire dildo inside of him, making his eyes open wide.

You speed up the machine and watch as it destroys Heizou's insides. "Having fun?" You laugh.

Heizou shakes his head and makes muffled protests, his entire body in pain now.

You bring your finger to his bottom growth and shock it, instantly bringing him to an orgasm.

His eyes roll back and his body shakes violently from the sudden electrocution. He can't even catch his breath since the machine is still violating him.

"I wonder how long it'll take for you to pass out." You wonder aloud, tugging on his clamps. "Maybe two more shocks? Three? You probably have some resistance to it so maybe four?" You smile.

Heizou shakes his head rapidly.

You send electro from your finger tips to the clamps and to his poor nipples. He comes again with another violent shake.

"You should be happy I'm not removing your body parts." You hold his head in place. "Well, you should be happy for now."

Heizou's eyes widen. His screams and pleas barely make it past the tape.

You set up a live camera in front Heizou and walk to the door. "Oh, don't worry, I'm the only one who'll see that." You reassure him and leave.

You go to complete some important housework while watching Heizou on a tablet connected to the camera. You leave him like that for a few hours and he eventually faints.

When you come back to the room, he's still out like a light. You kneel down and electrocute his small cock again, causing him to quite literally jolt awake.

He looks at you with wide eyes and red tear stained cheeks, another orgasm messing up his thoughts.

"You did pretty good Heizou, I wonder how you'll do next time..?" You smirk.

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

It's a full day scene (and we're not in a play)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top AMAB GN reader, bottom sub mammon, pet play, (nonverbal) subspace, spit kink, feeding, omorashi/watersports/piss, cockring, overstim and edging, begging, degradation, praise, dacryphilia, minor scent kink

“The conditions are perfect!” Mammon yelled as he entered your room- without having knocked mind you. You looked up from your DDD, flummoxed. Mammon, either unaware of your obvious confusion or choosing to ignore it, continued as he made himself comfortable next to you on your bed, “everyone is gonna be out of the house tomorrow, n’ I’m not busy, n’ I assume yer not busy because yer never busy-” you cut him off.

“First of all, I do get busy,” you glared, yet there was no genuine anger behind it, “Second of all, what are you talking about?” Mammon’s brown skin flushed at your question as he fidgeted.

“Ya know what I asked ya about… like a month ago…” you waited expectantly, and Mammon let out a frustrated sigh before he mumbled, “‘bout the full day scene.” Your eyes widened in recognition,

“Oh!” you smiled, and grabbed his hands gently, “yes I do. You want to be my puppy all day tomorrow?” Mammon nodded, still a little embarrassed, but also thrilled by the promise of what was to come, you kissed his hands lovingly before speaking, “Let's talk about how you want it to go then.”

It took a bit, with Mammon getting too excited or flustered at some of your questions and prompts, but the two of you came up with a loose game plan for tomorrow. You were a little intimidated by the fact that Mammon is going to be in and out of subspace for such a long period, but he reminded you that he trusts you, and that you have safe words too. After talking, you go about the rest of your night as you normally would, yet there’s an underlying feeling of excitement between the two of you.

-

You wake up in the morning with Mammon licking your cheek. Groaning you shove him away gently, but he just refocuses to lick your hand

“Ugh, good morning to you too Mams,” you mumble, your voice a bit hoarse from sleep. You sit up, wiping your spit slicked hand on your blanket. As soon as you’re alert enough to function Mammon nuzzles his face into your neck, moving so he’s seated on your lap. You run your fingers through his hair as he eagerly licks and nips at your neck.

It’s not long before you feel him not so subtly grind his hardening cock against you. He wanted to sleep naked last night, so nothing prevents you from touching his skin when you reach down to stroke him slowly. “You’re already excited, pup?” you question, pulling down his foreskin, and rubbing the head of his dick gently as he jerks his hips into your touch. Mammon pants and lets out a little yips into your neck as you stroke him off. When precum starts to bubble at his tip you pull away. He whines, continuing to jerk his hips even though you’ve stopped touching him. “I’m not going to let you stain these sheets with your cum so early in the day puppy, you’re going to wait until we’re in the shower,” you pat his thigh signaling that he should get up. Mammon hops off the bed, rubbing his thighs together while he waits for you to get up.

He follows you around, still hard and panting, as you move around the room picking out your clothes and grabbing his accessories. When you’re done he rushes ahead of you, into the bathroom. You hear the shower start before you can even reach the door, and his enthusiasm makes you laugh. You take your time brushing your teeth first then undressing while Mammon watches, his head poking out from behind the curtain. He backs up when you move to enter the shower, giving you space to wet your body. As soon as your hair is wet he’s pawing at your side, whining pointedly. You turn to face him,

“Alright puppy, let's take care of you, yeah?” Mammon's face breaks into a grin and he licks your face unapologetically now that you can easily wash off his slobber. You take him into your hand, once again jerking him off, while his hands grip your shoulders. Mammon’s tongue finds your lips, pulling you into a heated kiss as he whines and moans into your mouth. It doesn’t take him long to cum, shooting off onto your stomach. The shower spray cleans it off of you, which is sort of disappointing as you’ve taken a liking to watching Mammon lick his messes off of you.

“Gotta piss, master,” Mammon speaks for the first time today, letting you know he’s been pulled out of his nonverbal subspace

“Go ahead pup, but if you get hard after I’m not going to let you get off,” you decide. Mammon whines, pressing his flaccid cock against your stomach before letting go. His pee is hotter than the shower water that cleans you off and he reaches down to rub what he can into your skin, tickling you and making you suppress giggles. When he’s done he screws his eyes closed while you feel him twitch against you. You gather he’s trying to will himself not to get hard, and by the looks of it, it’s taking him some effort not to do so.

“You done?” he nods at your question, still closing his eyes, “then let’s get washed up.” You clean yourself first, Mammon helping where he can (essentially he just rubs his soapy hands over your body), but mostly he just watches you. You take your time when you scrub him down and wash his hair. You want him to start the day feeling safe and secure with you, and this is one way to go about it.

When you’re done you turn off the water and get out. Mammon follows, shaking his head as he exits, flinging water all over the bathroom.

“Mammon!!” you cry, quickly throwing a towel over his head to prevent any more damage. You laugh as you gently help him dry off. By the time you’re done Mammon has gone back to panting softly. You feel a twinge in your bladder.

“Ah, I’ve got to go pee too,” Mammon is falling to his knees as soon as he hears “pee” fall from your lips. He opens his mouth, looking up at you expectantly. “Good boy,” you run a hand through his still damp hair, and slip your cock into his warm, wet mouth. He deepthroats you with ease, and you have to really focus on relaxing, because the way that Mammon swallows around you does not help. Eventually you start to relieve yourself, filling his mouth with your piss. Mammon moans around you, his eyes fluttering shut as he gulps down what you give him. When you’re done Mammon keeps sucking, getting you hard in his mouth. You tug on his hair, guiding him up and down on your cock at the pace you want. “Good puppy,” you praise as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming. Mammon looks back up at you through his white lashes, and that’s what pulls you over. You cum down his throat, holding his head at the base of your dick until you’re done.

When you release him, Mammon kisses the head of your dick sweetly, then stands back up, his cock hard. He rubs himself against your thigh, and you laugh, “again puppy, seriously? I told you, you're not going to get off again,” you remind him, causing him to whine pitifully. He listens though, shuffling back to give you space. You turn around, grab Mammon's tooth brush and apply toothpaste. When you turn back around Mammon is crowding into your personal space with his mouth open. “What a good puppy I have,” he puffs up at your praise, and you get to work brushing his teeth for him.

When you’re done with brushing his teeth, you grab his hand and lead him out into the bedroom. “Sit,” you command simply, pointing at the bed. Mammon does as he’s told, watching you get dressed while he pants softly, his cock still hard between his legs. You’re honestly a bit shocked that he’s being such an obedient pet right now.

You bring Mammon’s accessories to the bed so he doesn’t have to move. Carefully you attach his white faux ears, patting his head when you’re done. Mammon lets out a happy bark that you laugh at. You fasten his gold collar around his neck next, connecting a simple black leather leash to the ring in the middle. Then you look down at his crotch, “I know we talked last night about caging you, but you’re being such a good boy I don’t think you deserve that,” Mammon smiles up at you, bouncing a bit at your praise. “Plus, I can’t put it on while you’re hard. We’ll just do your tail for now, ok?” You ask, to which Mammon nods happily.

You pick up the lube and Mammon takes that as a cue to turn over, adjusting so his ass is up while his head rests comfortably on the bed. You lube up your fingers, running your hand over his ass while you wait for it to warm. Once you deem it good enough, you rub two fingers over his twitching hole before slipping them in. Mammon moans at the intrusion, pushing his hips back against your fingers. You get to work on stretching him open, knowing you have a limited time until Mammon cums from your fingers alone.

You inform him that you’re going to remove your fingers when he’s prepped enough, and yet he still whines when you pull them out. Then, you lube up the butt plug end of his white tail, and massage his rim with your still lubed up fingers while you wait for that to warm as well. Mammon whines and moans when you finally insert the plug into him. As you finish you smack his ass lightly with the hand that’s still dry to hear him yip quietly.

“Cute boy, c’mon, I’m going to wash my hands and we can go eat,” Mammon slowly gets off the bed, adjusting to the feel of the plug rubbing against his insides while he walks. “Oh!” you stop him before you go to the bathroom, grabbing the cockring you almost missed. “I can’t have my puppy cumming without permission, can I?” you muse as you slip the ring over his erection. You gather the precum that’d been accumulating at his head with your fingers and bring them up to Mammon's mouth. He licks your fingers off, staring you down as he sucks sloppily on them. You tug on his tongue causing him to yelp, “behave yourself,” you remind him, and make your way to the bathroom.

After washing your hands you lead Mammon by his leash down to the kitchen. True to his word, everyone is out of the house for one reason or another, and you thank whatever force that made it so. You make yourself a bowl of cereal, and a fruit bowl for Mammon. Sitting down at the table, Mammon joins you, sitting (or as best as he can with a tail in) on the floor next to you. You eat slowly, hand feeding Mammon fruit between bites. He eats carefully, trying his best not to nick your fingers with his teeth as he does.

When you’re done you lead Mammon back to the kitchen to set your dishes in the sink. While there you fill a glass of water for him, and bring it to his lips, making him drink it all before you head back upstairs.

“Okay puppy,” you unleash him as soon as you’re back in the room, “go sit on the bed while I work,” Mammon does as he’s told, moving your pillows and blankets to make a little pile for himself before curling up in it. You grab a water bottle, tossing it onto the bed gently, “stay hydrated,” you tenderly remind him. You then plop down at your desk and start working on assignments for RAD.

You get a few hours of good work done before Mammon starts to get restless. Shuffling noises coming from your bed distract you, and you look over to see him humping one of your pillows. “Mams,” you warn, voice hard and sudden. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out an embarrassed whine as he obediently stills his hips. He then huffs in annoyance before laying back down. You return to your work, but you have a feeling he’s going to get restless again.

You’re correct in your suspicions. Half an hour later you hear him whining and shuffling around again, this time with the addition of him sniffing. When you turn back around he’s humping the pillow again, his face shoved into it to try and stifle his moans while he sniffs the scent you left on it. You sigh and put down your pen, quietly and swiftly making your way to the bed. When you get there you grab his hair roughly, and pull him up to look at you. Mammon squeaks, squeezing his eyes shut, his hips still grinding on the pillow. “Cut that out right now, or I’ll cage you,” you threaten. He whines, trying to shake his head as best as he can. “Be a good puppy for,” you check the clock, “another half an hour, and we’ll have lunch,” you promise. Mammon nods, obeying and immobilizing his hips but whining softly at the loss of friction. When you release your hold on his hair his head flops against the pillow, and you pet him gently, “be good and you’ll get a reward Mams,” you promise.

The next half hour goes by without issue. When you get up from the desk Mammon is hopping out of the bed and grabbing his leash, bringing it back in his mouth for you. You laugh, “you’re going to stay up here, I’ll bring lunch back here, ok?” Mammon wilts at your words, whining sadly. You pet his head, “I’ll only be a minute, promise,” he nods, returning back to the bed and curling up in his pile of soft things. As you leave you wonder if he’s too deep in headspace to realize this is a test on his behavior.

You make the two of you Hell-sauce flavored instant noodles as a reward for his obedience so far, quickly hurrying back to your room. When you get back Mammon has taken to chewing on one of the pillows, but otherwise is in the same position you left him in. “Good boy!” you praise as you join him on the bed. Mammon perks up, smiling at you while you get settled in his accumulation of pillows and blankets. You set one cup of noodles on your bedside table, “open up,” you request, holding a forkful up to Mammon. He scoots closer as he eats, practically in your lap by the time you’re done feeling him. You decide to just pull him into your lap fully, hyper aware of avoiding his plug, then you eat your lunch. Mammon cuddles into you as you eat, sniffing you every once in a while. You notice that he’s no longer hard, so between bites you remove the cockring, pocketing it for the time being.

You take your time eating, savoring the peace. It doesn’t last for long though.

After a few minutes you feel something wet on your lap, and then Mammon is whining up a storm. He’s looking up at you with worried watery eyes, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. You can feel yourself start to harden at the realization that he’s pissing on you. You’re still holding onto your lunch, so lean over to put your cup down on your bedside table again before wrapping your arms around Mammon. “It’s ok pup,” you reassure, “you just had an accident, I’m not mad,” he nuzzles his head into your chest, clutching onto your shirt, his hands shaking a bit. When he’s done you pat his thigh, “alright, I don’t want to get cold, let’s clean this up.” Mammon stands on shaky legs, so you help him get steady by holding his hand. When you assess the damage you realize that most of it got on you, or the pillows and blankets that he’d assembled. Thank God you don’t have to wash your sheets.

Mammon watches you first remove the affected pillows and blankets- it takes you a bit as he refuses to let go of your hand. He whines as soon as you release his hand to take off your wet pants. Moving into your space, he paws at your hands. “I know you like holding hands, Mams, but these pants are uncomfortable for me,” you explain, ignoring his nonverbal complaints as you pull down your pants. His whines shift to a long drawn out moan at the sight of your half hard cock, and he pulls out his big puppy eyes. You purse your lips for a second as you think. “Can you tell me what you want?” it’s a safe open-ended question, either he can or he can’t. Mammon clears his throat,

“I wanna,” his voice is shaky after hours of simply whining, “I wanna warm ya while yer doing yer work,” he flushes and nervously fiddles with his collar. You smile, brushing some of his hair away from his face and scratching behind his faux ears,

“Of course pup, good job using your words,” Mammon mimics your smile shyly.

While he makes the space under your desk comfortable (shoving a pillow under there for his knees), you grab some wipes and the vibrating cockring that's controlled by an app on your phone. Before he can go under you wipe him down and slip it on. You wipe yourself down, but ignore your cock as Mammon will have that part of you in his mouth in no time.

The two of you transition into the second half of your day like this, with you doing your work while Mammon sits under your desk cockwarming you. Every so often you reach down to pet his hair gently, turn on the ring, or remove him briefly so his jaw doesn’t get stiff. He doesn’t make much noise except for the occasional slurp around you, or when you turn up the vibrations he’ll moan. Sometime in the later half of the afternoon you finish all the work you wanted to get done, so you shut your laptop and look down to see Mammon looking up at you expectantly.

“Mmm puppy you’re so cute,” you praise, grabbing your phone and turning up the vibrating cockring to the highest level. “Think you can give me a dry orgasm, precious?” you ask, your tone so casual it’s as if you’re inquiring about the weather. Mammon moans around you, his eyes watering; you can see his hips shaking, and you know he’s trying to move the plug inside of him so it rubs against his prostate. The sight of him makes you harden in his mouth.

“Make me cum before you do,” you command, and Mammon gets right to work. He’s sucking and bobbing like his life depends on it. His sheer enthusiasm would make you laugh if it were not for how good it felt. Your hands hold on tight to his white hair, yet unlike this morning, you let him move freely, rather than using his hair to move his head along your length. He pulls off your cock to lick and suck at your heavy balls, using one of his hands to sloppily jerk you off as he does. When you start to leak precum he sucks and licks at your head until you’re cursing up a storm. As soon as he takes you down to the base again you’re pulled over the edge, watching his eyes roll into his head as you fill his mouth with your hot cum. Your toes curl, closing your thighs around his head to hold him in place. Mammon is moaning around your cock, his hips thrusting erratically as he experiences a dry orgasm. When you're both finished you release his head and manage out a semi stern, “enough.” He pulls off slowly, a string of saliva connecting from your cock to his lips.

“Hurts,” Mammon’s voice cracks, eyes watering at the overstimulation. You hastily turn off the vibrations, move your desk chair back a bit, then hoist mammon up into your lap. His dick is very red, still hard, and coated in precum.

“Is it ok for me to take off the cockring puppy?” Mammon, still crying, buries his head into your neck, finding your hand and holding onto it fiercely.

“Mhmm,” he prepares for the overwhelming sensation that will come with taking it off. With his permission you carefully pull off the ring, and Mammon bites down hard on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, as he cums all over his chest and stomach. You coo and praise him softly as he works himself through his second orgasm within minutes.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” after being edged for hours, you imagine getting that off is a relief. Yet he's probably overstimulated with how he came twice in such a short period of time. Mammon has taken to sucking on the spot he bit, refusing to lift his head even after his cock softens. “Do you want to take a bath puppy?” you ask gently, rubbing your free hand along his back. Mammon finally releases your skin to nod. You reach over to the wipes you set on your desk, and wipe him up as best as you can. “I have to pull out your tail for the bath baby, is that ok?” Mammon nods again, so you gently and very carefully remove his tail from him before lifting him up. Mammon circles his legs around your waist and his arms around your neck. Having him secure you start walking.

When you reach the bathroom you gently put Mammon down on the toilet, and set his tail- that you carried with you in case he wanted it after- on the sink counter. He moves his arms from your neck to around your waist as you remove his ears. When you reach for his collar Mammon stops you with a high pitched whine, “That’s ok puppy, we can keep that on,” you assure, and he nods, letting his eyes fall shut as you maneuver him into the tub. You start the water, making sure the temperature is comfortable for him. Mammon reaches for your hand again as you wait for the tub to fill up. His hands are sweaty in your grasp, yet you don't mind one bit. Once the water reaches the amount that you want you turn off the faucet, and reach for a bath bomb. Mammon watches it fizzle with great interest as he leans his head against the wall.

After a while of soaking you can tell Mammon is coming out from his subspace by the way he starts to ramble.

"Can ya join me in here? Ya look funny sitting there with no pants on," he snorts out a giggle, and then he reddens once he realizes what he's said, "I mean, you don't have to. I don't need you in the bath with me, I'm doin’ just fine now," but you're already pulling off your shirt. Mammon moves up so you can slip in behind him. He sits between your legs, now leaning against your back. "You were so cruel, makin' me wait to cum. Now my dick hurts," he whines, rubbing your legs that cocoon around him.

"Does it really?" You wonder, mildly concerned that you pushed him too hard.

"Nah,'' He admits after a while, "I'm a big powerful demon," he adds, like you might've forgotten. "But imagine if it did! That'd be mean. You should treat the great Mammon with more respect and care," you roll your eyes, but he can't see that.

"Sure thing puppy," you run your fingers lightly along his spine, "you done for the day or-" Mammon cuts you off with a disgruntled squawk.

"I could go a million rounds if I wanted to," he brags even though you know that’s a complete and utter lie. "'Sides when are we gonna get a chance like this again? I wanna use our time to the fullest," he slaps your thighs to accentuate his point, causing you to laugh.

"Good, because I still want to fuck your tight hole," Mammon squeaks, turning back to look at you.

"Not fair! Don't get me hard in the bath!" He whines, hitting your thigh.

"You've got a hair trigger you know that," you tease and watch his neck redden with flush. Mammon mumbles something under his breath so you tug on the front of his collar gently, "what was that?"

"Said, only fer you," he speaks up, crossing his arms and looking down. You kiss the exposed part of his neck tenderly,

"You're such a sweet puppy Mams, what did I do to deserve such a good boy?" Mammon huffs at your overexuberant praise, but you can tell he likes it from the way he leans into you and relaxes.

You sit in the bath for a while longer, stopping once Mammon starts grinding back against you. “You’re not slick,” you inform him, reaching around to grope his half hard cock. He moans softly, looking up at you,

“Ya gonna fuck me now?” he asks sweetly to which you frown,

“Where’s your manners pup?” Mammon’s eyes widen,

“'M sorry. Please master, please fuck me now,” he tries again, still grinding back against you.

“Better, but I think you need to remember your place puppy,” Mammon bites his lip nervously. “Stand up,” he does, slowly so he doesn’t fall. You join him, guiding him out of the tub. You grab a towel for you and Mams; wrapping his around him while you actively dry off. Then, you help Mammon dry off. “Go to the bed and wait for me,” you instruct, smacking his ass as he moves to leave. He yelps, and flushes as you watch him hurry back into your room. When he’s gone you clean up the bathroom a bit, drain the bath, and wash off the butt plug end of Mammon’s tail. Turns out you didn’t need it.

It only takes you a few minutes, but when you enter your room Mammon is fingering himself already. He’s got your bottle of lube next to him, tweaking his nipple with his free hand, and his faux ears are sloppily attached to his head. He hasn’t noticed you watching him, too consumed with stretching himself out to focus on anything else. You get hard watching him desperately finger fuck himself, so eager to have something inside of him. When he starts panting your name you click your tongue and his head shoots up, stopping but not pulling his fingers out yet. “Naughty boy,” Mammon whimpers,

“Nuh- no, was trying to be good, get ready for you,” he tries, finally removing his fingers. You make your way to the bed, tossing his tail at the other end.

“You couldn’t be patient and wait a few minutes could you pup? Your slutty hole can’t wait to be filled, you naughty puppy,” you grab his thighs and pull him down under you, Mammon squeaks at your rough manhandling of him. With one hand you grab the lube next to him and coat your cock, “you’re going to regret touching yourself without permission,” you tell him, and thrust fully into him. He lets out a little grunt at the feeling of suddenly being so full, pre collecting at his head already. You don’t wait for him to adjust, but you start out slow, grabbing his hips for leverage.

“Faster,” he begs, grinding back against you. You spank his thigh hard,

“Mind your fucking manners pup,” you growl, keeping your pace steady. Mammon wails,

“‘M sorry master,” he wraps his legs around your waist, “please faster, please,” he tries again. You ignore his pleas, continuing to fuck him hard and slow. Mammon begs and whines under you, his hands coming up to play with his nipples. You allow him, thinking it’s cute how he knows not to touch his weeping cock, yet he’s still searching for pleasure.

Eventually you lose your patience with fucking him so slow, so you quicken your pace. Mammon howls as you do,

“Oh thank you master, thank you, thank you,” he babbles, clenching around you as you fuck him good and deep. You grunt as he flutters and clenches around you, angling your hips so you hit his prostate with each thrust. Mammon lets out little “ah, ah, ah's", his mouth falling open, his eyes fluttering shut, as he grabs the sheets beneath him. Grabbing the ring at the front of his collar with one hand, you pull him up into a sloppy, filthy kiss. It’s messy and desperate, with him sucking on your tongue and your teeth occasionally clacking. When you pull back to catch your breath Mammon is panting, drool covering his lips and chin, looking up at you with glazed over eyes.

“You gonna cum soon puppy?” you ask, your voice rough and deep. All Mammon can do is nod, arching his back and clenching around you. You let go of his collar, and reach down to stroke him off, “go ahead puppy,” you permit, once again pulling down his foreskin to give his head attention. Mammon jerks helplessly as he tries to grind against your cock and fuck your fist simulatiously.

“Gon’ cum master, ungh fuck, thank you,” he mumbles before tensing up and cumming into your hand. He squeezes around you like a vice, clamping his eyes shut, while his mouth drops open in a silent scream. You fuck him through it, chasing your own orgasm as Mammon falls apart on your cock. “Cum inside please master, please, fill me with yer cum, please- No!” he feels you pull out fully, his eyes shooting open. You jerk yourself off and cum on his cock and stomach instead, moaning his name as you do.

When you come down from your high you notice Mammon is crying, sobbing, at the fact that you didn’t fill him up. You hush and coo, holding him close while swiping away his tears gently. He leans into your touch, wrapping his arms around you to ground himself,

“I told you, you were going to regret touching yourself, pup,” you remind him softly, kissing him lovingly. When you pull away he’s not as distraught,

“If ‘m good, then you’ll fill me up with yer cum?” he asks sweetly. You huff out a laugh,

“Of course puppy, are you going to behave?” he nods eagerly at your question, “good boy,” you praise, stretching out his hole and pressing your flaccid cock inside. “We’ll wait until I’m hard again and then I’ll give you my cum, okay puppy?”

“Thank you master,” Mammon sighs, smiling in a way that makes you know that you’ve got a busy night ahead of you.