11. “sit On My Face Immediately”

Dom Donnie. NSFW💜

18+, blowjob, afab, she/her pronouns, subby!y/n, dom!donatello, OOC(?)Donatello.

inexperienced nerds who are whiny and subby at first..

the ones who paw at your tits and clumsily make-out with you because they can’t focus with what feels like everything happening all at once.

But once you get on your knees.. and look up at him with those big fluttering eyelashes, kissing the tip of his dick. This man gets the biggest ego boost of his *life*

And he saved the fucking planet?? But seeing you on your knees naked beside your thin panties, worshipping his cock, lathering it in your spit- for fucks sake he feels like he’s on top of the world. You’re rubbing your thighs together, your eyes full of lust. Using both hands to stroke the rest of his shaft, your finger tips barely touching from how thick he is.

He’s soaking this in, burning the image in his mind forever.

You try to deep throat as much as you can, pulling away when you start to gag. Whispering more or so to yourself, “s’ too big”

He just wants to blow his fucking fat load all over you at this point, his balls feel so heavy. He puts a hand behind your head. He starts by rubbing your head and then proceeds to grip your hair and push you down a little, back on his cock.

Yeah, Donnie is a head pusher. Who could have seen this coming? He’s not thinking straight, his head is so foggy. He feels drunk. Nobody has ever touched his dick before, so you, this way-out-of-his-league hot woman is trying to suck his cock? And you like it?

The power trip he feels is unbelievable. His eyes are lidded, and clouded with pure sex. He takes your hands off of him and grips his cock with his other hand. Slapping the head of it on your swollen lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, yeah?” He says this so ever gently, almost a whisper. But the tone he uses.. you’ve never heard this from him. It’s deep, guttural, primal. Straight from his chest, and it sends tingles to your core.

You whimper at this, the show of dominance is so hot and unexpected. You open your mouth and let your tongue fall out, looking up at him.

He can’t help but groan when you listen so good for him. Pre starts to bead on the tip, he uses it to smear his sensitive cock head on your warm wet tongue, painting it white with his spunk.

Eyes closing at the feeling and taste. You whine when he just keeps rubbing and slapping it on your pretty pink tongue. With your hands no longer occupied, you reach down between your thighs to give yourself some relief.

Donnie notices this right away. He yanks back your head and forces you to look him in the eyes. “Put your hands behind your back. And keep them there.”

You whine in disappointment, but obey anyway. You swallow whatever cum he gave you earlier, rubbing your thighs together roughly at the taste. Looking up at him the whole time. You look so fucked out, he could swear that you have anime hearts in your eyes right now.

His cock jumping at the scene in front of him. He puts his foot on your crotch, pressing lightly. “Right now.. all you need is me”

You grind your hips up into him, moaning at the stimulation. He bites his lip at this, pressing harder into you. You gasp. Your body jolting more into him, tits bouncing. He can feel how wet you are. You drenched your panties with your arousal. All for him.

He aligns his cock to your mouth again, shoving the head of it inside. He pushes your head down, forcing you to take a few more inches. “Cmon, suck it” he moves his hips back and forth to gently fuck your mouth.

It takes your brain a few seconds to process the command, but you quickly pick up on it and hollow your cheeks. Moaning around his cock, sending vibrations throughout his body it feels like.

“Oh! Oh fuuuuck yeah, that’s it” he lets go of his shaft to steady himself against a wall beside him. Leaning on it with his forearm, he’s squeezing his fist so tight, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand.

He snaps his hips forward, forcing more of his cock down your throat. He knows you can’t deep throat him, but fuck is it hot watching you try.

When he lets the grip on your head loosen, you start to move your head up and down. When his tip hits the back of your throat, he knows he’s about to cum soon. He feels the tightening in his balls, and the knot in his stomach.

“I’m gonna.. ah! Mmm fuck.. I’m gonna cum in your mouth, okay?” He looks at you for permission, when you sort of nod and then whine around his dick, he quickly lets go of your head to wrap a hand around himself.

Taking his cock out of your mouth, you look at him confused. “Stick your tongue out, bunny” as you do just that, he puts the head of it on your tongue and goes onto jerking himself off. “You look so pretty right now, all f’ me, right? yeah.. nobody else gets to ah!- see you like this.”

When he cums his arms and leg muscles spasm, hunching over you a bit. You form your tongue into more of a cup to hold his spunk.

He also pulls away from you a bit to paint your chest with white. He’s panting like crazy, staring down at you. Despite just finishing, his cock jumps from the sight in front of him. You, staring up at him with these lidded eyes.. holding his cum in your mouth along with your tits covered in him.

He breathlessly tells you too- “Swallow.” You are looking into his eyes when you do. Both of you have a full body shudder at this for different reasons, for you, it’s the bitter taste. For him, what’s fills his mind is that.. you now have *his* load inside of you. Claiming you as his in a way.

After he calms down, it seems as though he somehow.. snaps out of whatever haze he was in.

If turtles could blush, his whole body would be red. He picks you up and brings you to his bed, apologizing all the while. “I have no idea what came over me! I am so sorry, did I hurt you?!” - he lays you down and grabs wipes to clean off your chest. You have this amused look on your face watching him ramble away.

“Do you hate me?” He can’t even look you in the eye, looking off to the side as he asks this silly question.

You start laughing, “Donnie! I could never hate you. If I didn’t like what was going on I would’ve told you.”

A relieved expression washes over him as he lets out a sigh, as if he was holding his breath. Now it’s your turn to shyly look away - “Actually.. I really liked.. that side of you.” You squeeze your thighs together, looking him in the eyes this time - “I want you to do it again. If you are comfortable with that?” Your eyes, doe eyed and hazy.

He could never say no to you.

“b-baby you, you gotta—fuck—moveee”, three orgasms in and the objects around you are beginning to blend into one blurry mosaic, the sativa that coursed through your veins is now becoming an enemy with how sentient t’s made you to his touch, and the tongue making your pussy a sticky mess leaves you mewling into the night. it all happened so quickly, he rushed into the house, slammed open the bedroom door, put the blunt out , and had you on your back in seconds. the image of him in his work suit, perfect hair disheveled, and eyes squeezed in a concentrated bliss, is an image that's going to be burned into your brain for forever. his hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing them up by your head to get easier access to your sopping pussy. he ate you out like it was a mission, his tongue dug deep into your pussy, lapping at your spongey walls, drinking up any slick that left you. he transitioned between fucking you deep, and sucking your clit into his mouth, using the pink muscle to trace circles onto the puffy nub, at one point you could feel him spelling out his name. he hasn’t spoken a word since he flipped your dress up, only groans of pleasure could be heard from him. your hands reach down to pull at his hair, pulling his head up to give yourself a chance to breathe. you look down to see his face slick with cum and drool, pink tongue peaking out of his mouth to lick at his swollen lips, a light blush spreading from his checks down his neck, and e/c blown wide with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “why’d you stop me?” his words came out as a whine, while his hands moved to run slow circles against you. “you’re going to kill me baby” you could barely get your words out since he wanted to still use his fingers to massage at your poor clit. he can’t stop the smirk blooming on his face at seeing your body still so responsive to his tender touches.

“one more for me, please—“

*i tag who i think fits best*

HighSchool!Cartman x Reader Smut

Basically I have a high school au where Cartman goes to fucking therapy and becomes a slightly better person

He doesn’t support hitler anymore and isn’t racist/homophobic, just a general bitter asshole now. He joins the high school’s boxing team and earns the nickname “The Bull” because of how strong and big he is, and he gets one of those funky nose rings and a tongue piercing (which will come into play later 😳👉👈). He’s still friends with the others but trying to focus a little more on his academics as well so he’s not seen as some kinda dumb jock.

Reader is afab with gender neutral pronouns because I’m kinda half writing this for myself but I want all y’all to read this too 💀

Some ideas of what they look like ^^

OK ON TO THE FIC

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You stepped out of the car and onto the icy ground, shutting the door behind you. You waved your mom goodbye and turned to look at the entrance of the school. South Park high, one of the shittiest schools in the country.

Walking up the steps, following the stream of people, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. You were about to turn and look before a gloved hand clapped you harshly on your back and slid down to your waist, hooking you tightly to the side of the person grabbing you. You immediately knew who it was.

“Kenny! Off, off you perv!” You shoved the taller guy off of you, his muffled laughs getting louder as he took his hood off.

“Sorry babes, I just can’t help myself with that pretty little waist of yours.” He purred, looking you in your eyes with those piercing blue points. You scoffed, not fazed one bit.

You had moved here in your freshman year, two years ago, and quickly became acquainted with Kenny and his group of friends, eventually joining them on their outlandish adventures. You were used to Kenny and his perverted nature, although he had become more persistent towards you this year. You supposed you had hit some sort of growth spurt over the summer, but you were all together during the break so you couldn’t understand how he would be able to tell a difference.

The others caught up to you and Kenny, panting and almost slipping on the ice. Stan smacks Kenny on the head.

“Stop creeping on y/n, Kenny.” He scolds him.

Cartman chimes in. “It’s not his fault they got so fucking hot over the summer.” You blush and look up at him, he’s staring directly at you. He has an almost hungry look in his eyes. You turn away.

“Don’t talk about them like that!” Kyle spouts, towering over Cartman.

Kenny laughs, “Kyle, you’re just saying that because you want a turn with their gorilla grip pu-“

“Can we please change the subject?” You interrupt him. They all look at you sheepishly, except for Cartman. He’s still eyeing you hungrily.

“Right. Sorry y/n. We’ve uh, reached class anyway.” Stan apologized for his friends.

You all sat in your respective seats and listened as Mr. Garrison (who according to the group really shouldn’t be teaching anymore) drawled on about nonsense in his personal life.

You caught Cartman staring at you a few times, to which he would resort to playing with his nose ring and looking at the back of Bebe’s head.

He had always been a bit interested in you, but recently you kept catching him looking at you all the time. You wondered if he would make a move at some point. You would definitely accept if he did, you knew that. He had grown more attractive each year you knew him. This year he let his hair grow out, and every time he would box, two locks would fall in front of his face and his hair would get all messy. You loved it.

His reputation as “The Bull” had grown recently when, during a match, he knocked his opponent straight out of the ring. To celebrate his victory, he took his shirt off and flung it into the crowd, spurring a movement of girls to start fangirling over him at every turn. They called themselves “The Bullshitters” which was literally the worst name they could think of. Cartman acted like he hated the attention but you could tell he secretly loved it. They followed him everywhere when he wasn’t under the protection of the friend group.

Anyways, by the time Garrison actually got to the topic you were supposed to talk about that day, the lunch bell rang.

You got your lunch from the lunch lady, the group making their usual remarks about how they missed some guy called Chef. You all sat at a table, you taking your place next to Cartman.

After talking for a while, Cartman laughed at something and placed his hand on your thigh. You froze and looked up at him, but he kept talking with the others and didn’t move his hand. You bounced your leg once to try and get him off, he didn’t budge. He gripped a little tighter and rubbed it with his thumb.

You knew you weren’t able to move his wrist, he was one of the strongest kids in school, so you just accepted your fate and kept eating.

Suddenly you noticed a girl walking over wearing a shirt with Cartman’s face on a Bull’s body on it. You groaned.

“Bullshitter, four o’ clock.” You muttered to the occupants of the table. They all turned to look at the girl approaching. Cartman finally took his hand off your thigh so he could stand up.

“I got this, it’s fine guys.” He waited for the girl to fully approach. He hulked over her like a beast. “What do you want? An autograph? Lock of my hair? What.” He crossed his arms, clearly trying to seem intimidating.

“i want bnnbvjvjbmb” she mumbled softly.

“Speak up.” He held his stance.

“I want to have sex with you.” She said, looking him in the eyes. He kept his cool, although you could tell he wanted to laugh in her face.

“No.”

She teared up and tried to punch him in the stomach, but he caught her fist, twisted her arm behind her back, and pushed her on the ground, leaning over her.

“Stay away from me and my friends, you hear me?” He growled into her ear. He glanced at you through his peripheral, making sure you could see his smirk. Almost as if saying ‘wish this was you.’

He let her up and she ran off crying. He sat down like nothing had happened and started eating again. After a second of everyone staring at him, he said, “What? She attacked me.”

They all shrugged and agreed and continued eating until lunch ended.

——

After school, Cartman got the attention of the group before you all split up.

“You guys wanna stay over at my place tonight? My mom’s out, probably fucking some guy, and the house is free. I have Zombie Destroyers 4~” he said, a lilt in his voice on the last word.

“Sounds good.” Kyle said.

“Yeah fine with me.” Stan.

“Mhmhmhh!” Kenny mumbled through his hood, you all took it as an ‘absolutely!’.

“Yeah, I’ll ask my mom.” You said, texting her. You got a quick response, a yes. “Yeah I’m good, let’s go. I have extra clothes with me already.”

“Sweet.” Cartman said, mostly directed at you.

——

After hours of playing Zombie Destroyers 4, watching badly directed pornos, and gorging yourselves on all the snack cakes and cheesy poofs you could fit in your stomachs, you were exhausted. Everyone except you, Cartman, and Kenny were sleeping. Kenny was still up watching some shitty porno on the living room floor and you were sitting next to Cartman above him on the couch.

Cartman had snaked his arm around your shoulders a long time ago and pulled you close into his chest. You could feel his warmth radiating into your body.

Currently the girl on screen was getting nailed by the guy and moaning like a bitch in heat. Cartman started to breathe heavier, you could feel it on the back of your head. You turned up and looked at him.

“You good?” His stone cold gaze twitched down to meet yours, and you could tell something was up.

“Follow me.” He grunted, yanking you from your seat. You looked back at Kenny, who waved and wiggled his fingers, smirking.

Cartman dragged you all the way up to his room where he threw you onto his bed. He leaned over you and pressed all his body weight into you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

“Cartman..?” You wheezed. “What’re you doing..?”

“You have NO idea what you do to me.” He groaned, grinding into you. You whimpered and closed your eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me...” you cried softly. He stopped. He lifted himself off of you and backed away, looking almost scared.

“Hurt you? I- I would never- Jesus Christ y/n what makes you think I would ever hurt you?!” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“Because you’re so big... and like...” you mumbled. You saw the thought run through his head but he didn’t dare say it. “You almost broke that girl’s arm earlier..” You crossed your arms over your chest.

He paced the short length of his room. “Yeah, but, I would never do that to you.” He paused. “Y/n, I dragged you up here to rail you.” You clenched your thighs together under his gaze.

“You don’t actually want to do that, do you? I’m not as pretty as those Bullshitters.” You frowned.

“Y/n, it’s literally taking every bit of strength in my body not to hurl myself at you and go fucking haywire right now. I don’t give a shit about those bitches. Please give me your consent or I’m gonna go throw myself into the snow to keep me from going into a frenzy.” He huffed, his voice strained. He wanted you. Bad.

You slowly uncrossed your arms and spread your legs to him. “Ok.” You whispered. As soon as it clicked in his head that you were saying yes he rushed back over to you and gave you the strongest kiss you’ve ever had. He strung his fingers through your hair to pull you impossibly closer.

“Fuck, y/n, I’ve needed this for so long...” he groaned into your open mouth before resuming his barrage of rough kisses. He moved down to your neck and sucked deep hickeys into your skin, not caring how visible they were.

He quickly lifted your shirt over your head and gave you a sharp toothed smirk once he saw you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Doing my job for me, huh?” He purred.

“I was just trying to be comfy...” you shied away from him, covering your chest. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on the bed and snarled in your ear.

“No way, cupcake. If you want out, you gotta say... hmm...” he thought for a second. Then he smiled. “Kenny fucking sucks.” You frowned.

“Whyyy?” You whined. “I don’t wanna say that about him.”

“If you want me to stop, that’s what you’ll have to say.” Then he pinched your nipple, spending a bolt of pleasure down your spine. You squeaked and gave him the stink eye. He grinned.

He made his way down to your navel, giving your s/c skin sloppy wet kisses the entire time. He pulled down your pajama pants and underwear at the same time, not being patient at all.

He lifted your legs over his shoulders and sneered up at you. “You ready?” You looked confused.

He stretched his tongue out to its full extent, showing off the little black piercing on the tip, glinting in the light of the moon shining through his window.

You shivered. You had always heard rumors from his hookups about how that piercing enhanced the feeling while he was eating girls out. You often imagined what it felt like, and now you were about to experience it for yourself.

He stretched your folds open and licked a stripe up the middle, hitting your clit with the piece of metal affixed to his tongue. You jumped at the sensation between your legs.

Then, he held you down by your hips and ate you out like you were his favorite fucking meal. Your body shuddered as you tried to keep your scream inside. He shoved a finger inside you and started to curl it towards him, making it harder for you to be quiet.

He maneuvered that little piece of metal around your clit like it was an 11th finger, at the same time pressing into your g-spot with his middle finger as hard as he could.

You arched your back, whimpering and screwing your eyes shut. It felt like heaven, what he was doing to you, yet you knew this act would be looked down upon there.

You grabbed a chunk of his hair and pushed his face in farther, moaning as he went faster. He dug his free hand deep into your hip, anchoring you to the bed so you couldn’t squirm away. You were gonna end up with some crescent-shaped bruises there in the morning.

He entered another finger and you knew you were reaching your end. You groaned and threw your head back.

“M’ close-“ you grunted, clenching your teeth together. He abused your clit, making it sore and sensitive.

The then somehow hit just the right spot, making you writhe underneath him and put both of your hands on his head as he finished you off.

He kept going through your orgasm, and as you tried to pull away he held you to his face. Your eyes rolled into your head and you saw stars. You finally collapsed into his bed. You couldn’t take any more.

“Kenny fucki- ng sucks-!” You choked out, tears from overstimulation streaking down your face. He pulled away immediately.

“Good job, using the safe phrase. You alright?” He asked, petting your head. You nodded slowly, taking a deep breath to calm down. You felt like you couldn’t move and yet everything inside you was going insane at the same time.

“Cartman, I knew you had a good tongue but I didn’t know you were THAT good! Who knew you cared so much about your partner’s pleasure?” You said, astonished. He scowled at you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You just kind of have a reputation for being a selfish asshole...?”

He huffed. “I’ll show you selfish.” He stomped over to his bedroom drawer and rummaged around for something.

After finding it, he came back and sat down on the bed. You heard a belt unbuckle and his zipper unzip, and his pants fell to the floor. You lifted yourself on your elbows to see what he was doing.

He had his cock out and was putting a condom on it. It wasn’t that long, maybe around 5.3 inches or so, but it sure was thick. He was gonna fill you up and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

He stood before you and lifted your legs again. He glared sternly down at you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, tapping the inside of your thigh.

“Not really but I doubt you’re gonna let that stop you.” You laid back down, preparing yourself as best you could.

“Damn fucking right.” He rammed himself inside you to punctuate his sentence, making you let out a choked moan. He was just slightly too big for you, stretching you out a little farther than you were used to.

He leaned over you so that his body pressed into you once more but allowing for you to breathe a little better than the first time. You could feel his breaths on your lips as you looked into his eyes. Something felt different this time. More… intimate. You looked down at his lips, back up at his eyes, down at his lips again, and leaned up and closed the gap between you two.

It was a sweet, gentle kiss that you held for a few seconds before he broke it and dropped to your ear. His breaths grew heavy and you could feel his length twitch inside you.

Right. He was still inside you.

He put his lips up close to your ear.

“You are my. fucking. cocksleeve.”

You whimpered, and at that, he fucked into you once more, earning a louder whimper. Again. A louder sound. Again, harder. Again, louder. Cause and effect. He picked up a steady pace, digging his face into your neck and his hands into your hips.

He got harder with every thrust, and it got easier to take his girth, but more difficult to be quiet. You slapped a hand over your mouth to which he immediately grabbed and pinned down by the wrist.

“No. Let them hear. You’re mine now. Let the whole fucking world know, I don’t care. Just make those beautiful fucking noises.” He groaned into your neck, lifting your hips with his remaining hand so he could angle his dick deeper.

“Oh, fuck it!” You exclaimed, finally wrapping your legs around his waist to get as close to him as possible. “Cartman~” you moaned, grabbing on to his hair with your free hand.

His pace slowed and he growled. “Say my name.” You whined from the lack of friction.

“Cartman.” You said again. He groaned.

“No dumbass, my other name.”

You were confused. “The Bull?”

“Eric! My name is fucking Eric!” He snarled, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, fucking into you at a manic pace.

You shrieked, your fingers opening and closing, grabbing at nothing. “Eric! Fuck, Eric! Oh fffffuck~” your moans grew louder. Tears started to stream down your face, you were so fucking overstimulated. You were so close, and he was not. Your eyes were cloudy and you couldn’t see anything, but you could tell he leaned closer again. He started to kiss the tears off your cheeks, all while railing you like an animal. It felt so… good.

“Ngh, Eric…” You moaned, clenching your fists. You could feel the knot building up in your stomach. “M’so close- FUCKNH~” you screwed your eyes shut and the tie broke. He fucked you through it, keeping his pace up. His cock stretched your walls deliciously, even as your orgasm threatened to push him out. He shifted a hand back down to your hip and gripped it tightly, holding you in place.

You were so fucking blissed out at this point. Stars danced in your vision, distracting you while Eric used you as his personal fleshlight. He pulled out at one point, flipping you over and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

When he reentered, it brought you back to consciousness a little bit. You turned your head enough so you could see his face, and he made eye contact with you. “M’tired..” you whined, clutching at the bedsheets. He continued to fuck you, but the look he gave you was a gentle one.

“I know. Almost done.” His voice sounded a bit strained, so you believed him. Your thighs were wet with your own arousal, the sounds of skin on skin filled the room for the longest time.

It suddenly felt like he had some kind of energy boost, and he rammed into you as hard as he possibly could. It felt like he was in your stomach, and it was delectable.

He grabbed your shoulders and slammed you onto his cock over and over, making you release guttural moans that were sure to be heard by the others downstairs.

You came once more, electricity shooting across every nerve in your body. Every sense was alight. Your skin felt so cold but so hot at the same time.

His grip on your shoulders loosened.

He leaned over you one last time, encapsulating you in his arms as if he was protecting you. He gave a few more hard thrusts. “Fucking. Mine.” And he stilled. His hot breath felt heavy on the nape of your neck. He didn’t move.

“Yours.” You whispered.

That finally caused him to stir, kissing your neck, down to your back, before unwrapping you from his arms and pulling out. You heard him dispose of the condom before returning and flipping you over. You sat up slightly so you could see him.

He looked so… ethereal. His hair framed his face, two locks coming down in the middle just like you liked it. You guessed you looked worse, and rubbed your eyes with a sore wrist. You laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. You were so blissed out you could barely think.

“Fucked ya stupid, didn’t I?”

You didn’t answer.

He sighed and stepped over to get something, before pressing the cloth of your panties to the base of your legs. He helped you into them before sitting you up.

“Arms up.” You complied, lifting your arms over your head. A shirt three times your size was placed onto your figure, and your foggy brain managed to compute that it was his shirt.

He put on his own clothes and tried to help you stand. Your knees wobbled like crazy, but eventually he got you to walk with his aid.

You went back downstairs to, no surprise, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny all awake and staring at you two. Kyle’s mouth was agape as his eyes searched your sex-riddled figure, while Kenny just smirked at Eric. Stan glared at you both.

“Jesus Christ, Cartman, what did you do to them? You guys look terrible.” Stan huffed, punching his pillow a few times and slamming his head back down into it. “We’re having a talk in the morning.” He grumbled.

Kyle just laid back down, unable to take the sight of you like that when it wasn’t done by him. Cartman led you over to the couch, stepping over his body.

“Can I have a turn with them next, Cartman?” Kenny gave you a cheeky grin as you laid on Eric’s muscular but cushioned chest.

“No.” His voice rumbled throughout your body. “They’re mine now. Isn’t that right?” He asked you, rubbing your back. You hummed and nodded your head, too tired to form words.

“Worth a shot.” Kenny shrugged and went to sleep.

“You do want to keep doing that, right?” Eric whispered to you. You nodded again and snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Mine.” You mumbled. He hummed.

“That’s right. Yours.” He petted your hair gently.

“Will you shut the fuck up?” Stan called.

“Shut up asshole, I’m tryna have a moment here!”

“Fuck you, fatass!”

“Fuck you!”

Eric turned over and enveloped you completely into him. You felt so tired, and finally succumbed to the exhaustion.

This was the best sleepover ever.

rise & s(h)in(e)

belphegor x f!reader

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

word count: 2.2k

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

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

Belphie.

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

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

So much for avoiding an awkward moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Belphie.

Bephie.

Fuck, you’re so wet already.

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

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

But now? 

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

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

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

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

“But what about here?” 

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But with Belphie?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

promise (raphael/gender neutral!reader, tmnt)

as with a lot of the stuff i’ve been posting recently, part of this has been sitting in my drafts for ages and i’m thrilled to finally get it done! first time writing for any of the boys and of course i had to go with my favorite. hope you guys enjoy! and feel free to send prompts my way, i’d love to write more for this fandom!

You wonder what time it is.

It was well past midnight the last time you looked at your cell. You’re almost afraid to look again, tempted though you are. You’ve done just about everything you could think of to distract yourself - thumbed through one of your favorite books, played a video game, messed around on your phone. Nothing worked. 

You blow out a breath as you tilt your head back, staring in frustrated silence at the dark ceiling. You’ve got a late night news report running on the television, just in case you could glean anything off of it about the boys’ condition, but it’s doing little to calm the increasingly panicked thoughts running through your head.

They’re fine, you tell yourself. Stop worrying.

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I have this theory that the reason why Barbatos' and MC's relationship is so slow burn in the main story is because Barb already knows what's going to happen. He can see the future, he knows that inevitably he's joining MC's harem, so he's just enjoying the little things in their interactions. The other characters are so thirsty and possessive/kinda selfish over MC because they're human and they're scared of their mortality. But maybe Barbatos is already at peace with that. He probably knew he was going to fall in love with MC since the exchange program was being planned, so he's had plenty of time to just accept it and grieve before even meeting them

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I agree!! I always thought Barbatos knows he loves MC / is going to love MC and just..accepts it.

He doesn't mind if he isn't selected as their lover or not, he knows there's at least one timeline out there where the two of them are together. He's okay with it if this timeline isn't one of them. As long as there is at least one future with you he doesn't mind. Sure, he isn't the lucky Barbatos from that timeline but that won't stop him from watching them intently and dreaming about the "What if"

He knows Diavolo loves you. It'd be selfish for him to make moves on you. He's just a humble butler, you could have any other suitor. Barbatos has been dedicated to the young master since he was a child. He wouldn't throw that away for a human.

The only way the human could be with Barbatos is if they made a point to select him as his lover. I can't see him making any passes at MC. He'll never do it.

Even if he can't have you, there's always your next life. He will wait as long as it takes, he sees no point in rushing this. Good things come to those who wait. There's a lesson where he gets hit with a spell that makes him be affectionate with MC and call them his darling and he fucking apologizes. On the surface it's a "Sorry I didn't ask for your consent." But maybe he was apologizing because he knew the timing was right/ he knew you were going to be unobtainable in this timeline.

It's gotta suck for Barbatos on lesson 16. Especially if he knows he's going to fall in love with MC. Knowing his beloved is about to die and he can't save them without breaking time and space? My dumb heart, owie!

Barbatos has always been the most mature to me. I respect and fear him. He's a breath of fresh air, I don't know how Barbatos fans survive given how little he is appreciated.

This is a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I like to imagine Barbatos and his lover living hundreds of lives together. That or a God like MC that has lived just as long as he has and they've been together for thousands of years, they have an off again on again relationship. Not because they fight or hate each other but just because life gets in the way. He and his lover will spend hundreds of years together being completely inseparable and then they'll go thousands of years without seeing each other before they see each other again and they go right back to doting on each other as if no time has passed. Neither of them have taken on new lovers while they were split. They only need each other.

Ahh, it's just so sweet. The concept of them being able to have completely separate lives and still being able to love and trust each other despite everything just makes my brain go brrr. I have a habit of listening to sappy love songs and imagining this scenario T^T

sometimes i think abt what if pervy brothers + innocent mc that unintentionally does stuff that turns them on like bending over in front of them or eating a popsicle in a less than sfw way aaaa

nsfw content MDNI

Let’s be real almost anything you do is gonna turn these boys on- They are demons after all~!

Like the first time they saw you eat a popsicles, everyone in the room popped a boner lol

The collective thought that, “It should be my cock in their mouth!” Running through the demons minds.

Thinking of how soft and warm your mouth would feel~

And imagining that bit of popsicle juice running down your chin was his cum~

Watching you lick ‘n suck the popsicle and how your tongue seemed to tease the ‘tip’ before sucking it into your mouth as far as it could go-

Do I even have to mention whenever you bend over, even just a little it has their minds running all over the place~

Thoughts of just how cute you’d look with your ass cheeks flushed red with his handprint, or just watching the fat jiggle when he’s pounding you from behind~

Hell even just watching movies with you is dangerous~

The little gasps of surprise you let out at certain parts, or when a jump scare actually catches you off guard and you bounce in place a bit-

It sends the demons minds all over the place~ ‘what sounds would you make when he’s inside you~? Would your gasps sound as pretty? What about your moans~’

Fuck they all wanna know so bad~

And after your favorite demon (or more then one of them~) has gotten to fuck you and he knows exactly what you look ‘n sound like underneath him it only gets worse~

Now whenever you bend over now he’ll slap your ass just to hear the little yelp you let out~ or even fuck you bent over right there if you’ll let him~

Then again on movies night, they’ll even fight over who you sit next to during movies or if you’re up for it who’s lap you’ll sit on~

Imagine Vampire!Barbatos tho....

Who else would be his perfect doll master but you? He will cook for you, brush and stylish your lovely hair, dress you up. Treat you like a princess 80% of the time, the other 20% he's feeding from you and letting his dark side take over.

Vampire!BARBATOS x gn!Reader, 1.2k words, nsfw. Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names, spicy towards the end—it's not really dubcon but it might come off that way. ♫ [ Song Rec ] | m.list

You feel his eyes on you as soon as you step into the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle. These fancy events always make you feel nervous and out of place. You usually spend the night together before these events so he can help you prepare, but last night you stayed at the House of Lamentation instead as his duties to Diavolo kept him busy.

His bedroom (and yours) are filled with the exquisite clothing he’s bought you, and he sent you instructions earlier with which clothing he wanted you to wear for him tonight. You bathed with the products he gave you too—he claims that the custom recipe he has made for you enhances your natural scent.

(He enjoys bathing you personally so he can massage you with his firm hands while he teases you with gentle touches, a playful reminder of how he'll reward you later if you behave.)

Every accessory you own—the collection of chokers, necklaces, bracelets, and chains he's bought for you—are made with the finest metals and jewels. Your outfits usually compliment your complexion and your eyes; your accessories are a reflection of him instead. The choker around your neck tonight is black and silver and adorned with tiny gemstones the same colour as the tips of his hair.

As you walk around the perimeter of the ballroom, you feel his warm, affectionate gaze linger on you from wherever he's hiding just out of sight. He weaves through the crowd seamlessly at these events, as the demon prince's silent shadow should, but you’ve yet to catch a glimpse of him.

One of the brothers tugs on your wrist and leads you towards the center of the room. Diavolo approaches you suddenly, and Barbatos follows silently behind him.

“You look radiant this evening,” Diavolo says, his voice laced with fondness for you. He respects his friend and your relationship and doesn’t dare touch you. “Don't you agree, Barbatos?”

You’re not sure anyone else notices the flicker of annoyance that hardens your lover’s expression before it's gone. Even you're not sure if you truly saw it when he nods and smiles at you.

“Quite lovely indeed,” he murmurs, but something about his sickeningly sweet tone sets you on edge. The tingling sensation of being watched follows you as you're dragged by your friends onto the dancefloor.

It's barely twenty minutes later that you finally break away from the party and mingle on the outskirts of the room with a cool drink in your hand. There's a sudden feeling of another body radiating heat against your back, and gloved fingers reach around you and gently pull your drink away. He sets it on a table nearby and touches your waist.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the kitchen? I have a small task to complete and would like the privilege of your company.” He’s always so formal to keep up appearances, but you suspect there’s some hidden meaning in his words you haven’t deciphered yet.

(There always is).

He offers you his arm and you leave the party together. His shoulders are stiff with tension as he leads you away from the ballroom, but despite his odd demeanor you're still grateful to spend time alone with him.

The rest of the castle is empty except for the servants carrying out various chores. When you arrive at the kitchen doors, he gestures for you to enter first. There’s a flurry of activity inside as the Little Ds pick up their trays of Demonus and make a quick escape through the servant’s entrance on the opposite side of the room.

You smile and wave at them as they leave, but the door shuts behind you and the lock clicking into place makes you freeze.

“You look exceptional this evening,” Barbatos breathes next to your ear. His gloved fingers caress your cheek and slowly run up and down the curve of your neck. “It's enough to drive me mad,” he confesses, lips brushing your skin just above the choker. He unfastens the clasp and slides the delicate item into his pocket for later.

He kisses the lingering puncture marks he made two nights ago—the skin is bruised and the puncture wounds are still not fully healed. He prefers that you don't use magic or potions to speed up the healing process, so you don't.

(He'd never deny you if you were in true pain or discomfort, but he would prefer to care for you himself than ask you to drink whatever flimsy potion one of your friends might try to feed you.)

“I get the sense that something’s bothering you,” you admit quietly, and he hums. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask nervously, but when you try to look at him, he holds your chin to keep you still.

"A simple problem requires a simple solution," he mutters to himself. "All I could smell was them on you,” he clarifies for your benefit, and it’s the only warning you have before you’re pushed forward against one of the stainless steel counters. Deft fingers tug at your waist and unbutton the burdensome clothing that gets in his way of touching you. You gasp when cool air hits your bare skin.

No matter what bath products he buys you, it’s not enough to completely wash away the scent of the others you live with. The clothes that hang in your closet don’t smell like him, not like the ones in his castle bedroom do.

The possessive beast inside him seethes with rage others that see you and crave you like he does might think you’re not claimed. You taunted the beast inside him when you walked into that ballroom smelling like so many others but not him.

Even if you weren't wearing the choker around your neck, those healing bites alone aren’t enough to deter those that might try to take you for themselves. You’re his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure everyone knows that—including you.

“What—what about the party?” you whimpered, overwhelmed by his body smothering yours and the pleasure of his hand exploring between your legs.

He's barely started and you can already smell the musky scent from between your thighs. The evidence he'll leave inside you when he's finished will drip down your legs and paint your skin; you have no doubt the stains will soak through the thin fabric of your pants for the others to see.

His fangs tease the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering higher than his other marks, too high for your choker to hide from view. Slick fingers tease at your entrance and you gasp as one slips inside.

“Everyone will know—“ you stammer, one final plea to remind him that perhaps this isn't a good idea, but his quiet, condescending chuckle interrupts you.

“Precisely, my dear,” he purrs, biting into your neck and groaning as the first pulse of blood coats his tongue. A hand encased in soft leather covers your mouth and muffles your cry as he buries himself inside you with a sharp snap of his hips.

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i don't know why but i've had this thought stuck in my head for the past few days... perv!eddie and innocent!reader (established relationship) where he teaches her how to touch herself 😵😵 just imagine them sitting on eddie's bed, him behind reader forcing her legs apart with his thighs and just showing her how good it feels when she touch her little clit 😵😵 while telling her he loves the little sounds she makes,, im obsessed

omg sorry i took so long to get back to you!! cw: smut, 18+ONLY MDNI, eddie teaching reader, perv!eddie, kinda innocent!reader

he’s behind you, legs hooked under yours to keep your thighs spread and his lips by your ear.

eddie’s been trying to teach you how to make yourself come for at least thirty minutes but you lose focus fast the second he angles your wrist and you hit that spot.

“cmon baby, you wanna be good for me don’t you?” his words make your bleary eyes open and your head tip back.

“y-yeah.” you mumble, body malleable as eddie rearranges you.

“touch your clit for me then.” he tries to stop himself, really, he does, but his hips buck into your ass when your moans go breathy and high.

“just like that sweet girl,” eddie’s praises fall easily, his eyes trained to your body’s every reaction. “go faster baby.”

your stomach tightens as you follow his instructions and eddie chuckles when your thighs start shaking.

“you sound so pretty for me, angel.” eddie attaches his lips to your jaw when your hips start bucking up to meet your fingers.

“eddie,” you whine, so close but not having just enough to get there. “need your help.” you whimper when he only hums.

“want me to finger fuck you?” he coos and you nod, tears in your eyes as he slides his hand down between your thighs and slips two fingers into your sopping cunt.

eddie can’t get a word out before you’re coming around his fingers. “atta girl.” he coos softly, watching with pride as you come down and your hand falls limp at your side.