MY TURN!

OH MY GOD!

when they fuck you so good that you accidentally say “oh my god” during sex.

pairings: lucifer, satan, simeon x gn!reader (separately) contents: nsfw (+18), unprotected sex, praise, silliness, rough sex, degradation (satan), oral (m!receiving, satan), pet names: baby (lucifer, satan, simeon), little lamb (lucifer), love (satan), name calling: slut (satan)

sometimes, lucifer fucks you so good that you think you might actually be seeing those pearly white gates of heaven. the way his cock drags in and out of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot as he throws your legs over his shoulder and presses you down onto the couch in his secret study.

you gasp and writhe underneath him, clawing at his back, and all you can think is lucifer, lucifer, lucifer as the sound of your breathy moans and skin meeting skin fills your ears.

lucifer buries his face in the crook of your neck, murmuring praises into your skin that makes your walls flutter around his cock. his hands are wrapped around your body, caging you underneath him.

you think you might die. the knot in your stomach tightens, and you push your hips up in frantic movements, meeting lucifer’s thrusts, chasing your peak.

lucifer kisses your throat before putting his forehead against yours. ruby eyes pierce through you as you knit your eyebrows together.

“you gonna cum?” he asks, feeling your walls clench around him. you nod weakly, and lucifer clicks his tongue.

“use your words, baby, come on,” he says, and you whine, your mouth parting open in an “o” as lucifer’s hand snakes down to play with your genitals, pushing you further to the edge.

“yesss, fuck, i’m gonna cum, luci,” you reply, arching your back into him. your eyes roll back, and you can practically taste your orgasm. you’re such a babbling mess, so lost in the waves of pleasure that you don’t even realise when the words slip from your tongue.

“oh my god, luci, i’m–“ you gasp when lucifer immediately withdraws from you. a pathetic whine leaves you as you reach for him, feeling your orgasm slip away.

“why did you stop?” you ask, pouting at him with lidded eyes and lucifer huffs with knitted eyebrows.

“repeat what you just said,” he says, and you blink at him once, twice, then the realisation hits you.

“oh, i’m sorry, luci, i didn’t mean–“ you stutter through your apology. lucifer shakes his head and grabs your hips, turning you around.

“repeat what you said,” he says, and you try to brace yourself on your hands, only to have him grab your wrists and pin them behind your back. your upper body sinks into the couch as you attempt to look back at him.

“luci,” you gasp, and you’re rewarded with a playful smack on your ass. “come on, little lamb, you can do it.”

“oh my god?” you say, and it comes out more like a question than anything else. lucifer hums behind you, and you feel his tip prodding at your entrance.

“hmmm… what a silly thing to say. i guess i’m going to have to fuck you till you can't remember that foul word, huh?”

next thing you know, lucifer thrusts into you in one long, mean stroke, and you moan loudly into the couch. he doesn’t ease you into it, as he begins to fuck you at a toe-curling pace that makes tears roll down your cheeks.

he doesn’t relent until you're reduced to a whiny ah! ah! ah! whenever he bottoms out, along with shaky calls of his name.

—

satan bounces you up and down on his cock, his eyes trained on where your bodies meet. you’re a whiny, sensitive mess and you’re not exactly sure how long he’s been fucking you, as his hands are digging into your hips, and he uses you like his own personal toy.

you love it. it’s dizzying the way he uses you as he likes, fucking you to orgasm after orgasm until you can do nothing but wrap your shaky arms around his neck and moan into his chest.

satan laughs, and he watches you come apart on him, splitting you open. your bodies are sweaty and sticky, and your combined cum drips down onto the sheets underneath him.

“you look so perfect like this, love. you’re truly made to take cock, aren’t you?” he says, and you pull away from his chest to look at him with lidded eyes. the sight of your fucked-out face makes him groan, and he lifts his hips to fuck into you at an even rougher pace.

you cry out and desperately cling to satan’s shoulders as you feel your last pieces of sanity slowly slip from your grasp.

“satan, oh my god, you’re so big,” you cry out, and satan groans as you feel his dick twitch inside you. “what the fuck did you just say?” he asks, and you shake your head, moaning into his shoulder.

“oh my goood,” you whine, and satan groans before pulling out of you. you eyes fly open, and you try to take him in again, thinking it was an accident, but satan swats your hands away.

“you little slut,” he says and guides you down on your knees between his legs. you pout and look up at him with doe eyes, but you don’t complain when he slaps the tip of his cock against your lips.

“why are you saying his name when you’re with me, huh?” he asks, green glinting in his eyes like pools of poison. you stroke his cock with your hand. “i’m sorry, baby, i didn’t mean to,” you reply, and satan glares at you.

“guess i’m going to have to fill that mouth, huh?” he says, and threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you onto his cock. he forces you down on his length, ignoring your choking and the tears brimming in your eyes.

“can’t run your mouth when your mouth's full of cock,” satan says as he guides you up and down his length, smiling at you. “now be good and take it, alright?”

—

simeon thinks you might have ruined him. every moment spent not fucking you is time wasted, if you ask him. you feel so heavenly, so warm and soft. with you underneath him, gripping his sheets, and moaning into his ear, he thinks you might be his true salvation.

you look up at him with stars in your eyes, your lips parted as soft moans slip from you. “fuck, sim, you’re doing so well for me,” you moan, and simeon whines as you feel his dick throb inside of you. you flash him a fucked-out smile and simeon's dick twitches again. in this moment, he thinks you might be the angel out of the two of you.

you run your fingers through his hair, tugging it slightly. “such a good boy, always fucking me so well,” you sigh. your legs are wrapped around his slutty little waist, and you tug him closer to you, feeling his cock reach depths that make you throw your head back. pleasure courses through your veins and your legs are beginning to feel like jelly.

“nnngh, yes, right there, baby,” you say, and simeon kisses you as his cock repeatedly hits your sweet spot. he tastes sweet, as your lips languidly move against each other, before you pull away, gasping for air.

“feels so good,” he whines into your mouth, and you coo. you pull his sweaty hair out of his eyes and cup his face.

“hmmm, baby, keep fucking me like that, yes.” you gasp and thrust your hips up, meeting him in the middle. you choke on a moan, your eyes rolling back as you get closer and closer to your inevitable end.

“oh my g– god, sim,” you whine, and simeon buries his head in the crook of your neck, crying out your name. his thrust grows meaner as he fucks you into the sheets. you gasp at the sudden change of pace as his hips slam into yours. your nails dig into his shoulders as you try to stay sane, but it's impossible. “sim, s– slow down,” you gasp, and he shakes his head. his hands dig into your hips, keeping you still as he loses all sense.

your orgasm washes over you unexpectedly, and you arch your bag into him as simeon fucks you through it, crying into your shoulder.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he whines as he cums inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. he keeps thrusting at an erratic pace, riding out his high, before he practically collapses on top of you, still holding you close.

“you good?” you ask, still breathless, and simeon shifts so he can look up at you.

“please don’t ever say his name while i’m balls deep inside you again,” he replies, and you giggle at his words, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “shit, baby, i’m sorry, it just slipped.”

perse’s note: obviously you can go the angsty route with this as well, but i don't feel like writing angst, so here’s this unserious piece instead. <33

masterlist | ao3

divider by cafekitsune

Drive

Summary: Reluctantly getting dragged to a car meet, you meet a cute and sweet biker to cheer you up.

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Fluff, don’t get on bikes with strange men, Leon actually being a safe driver for once

A/N: Inspired by the countless motorcycle videos I keep getting on TikTok, and my own experience at car meets. Might be a little OOC, but oh well. Enjoy! :))

You don’t know how you ended up here, or why you even agreed to come out in the first place. You didn’t know shit about cars, body builds, or anything to do with motorvehicles aside from being able to change your own tire. 

It had been your best friend, Ashley’s idea to come out tonight. She’d begged and pleaded and all but cried for you to dress up cute and tag along with her to some car meet downtown to impress the boy she’d met on Tinder. And being the pushover you were, you’d ended up in this very spot–a parking deck by the river that cut through the city. Clad in a strappy bodysuit that barely held your tits in and a pair of jeans that were definitely for standing and not sitting. Which was okay, considering you’d been standing by the tool of a man-child that Ashley was so into’s shitty BMW for the past hour-and-a-half. 

If you had to hear him talk about his ‘sick’ subwoofer or the fact that he’d never gotten pulled over for his illegal tint, you were going to rip your own hair out. Giving Ashley a tight, red-lipped smile, you unfolded your arms and started off towards the rest of the cars. “I’m going to go look around,” you called out over your shoulder, not even giving her a chance to reply as you walked off. 

The air was thick with exhaust and diesel, and you could barely hear your own thoughts over the sound of bass-boosted rap songs and the continuous sound of cars attempting to do burnouts while people filmed each other. You looked over a few GTs and Mustangs, admiring the pretty paint jobs moreso than the actual car itself. God, you were so out of your element. 

“Rev it!” Some guy called out, prompting you to turn your head in the direction of the noise that followed. The sharp sound of a motorcycle revving filled the air, and your eyes landed on a group of bikes huddled more towards the back of the street by the riverbank. It was kind of hard to see with the bright LED headlights polluting your vision, but you could see the owner of the noisy motorcycle. 

A tall, muscular blonde sat atop the seat of a foreign bike with a little smile plastered on his face as he chatted with a few other bikers. You let your eyes trail down as you slipped between cars to the next row, getting a better look at him and the blacked-out bike that just screamed dangerous. He had his helmet hanging on the handlebars, one hand near the other throttle and one rested on a thick muscular thigh covered in a pair of black jeans. Even his gray hoodie couldn’t hide the biceps that were definitely handcrafted by every deity you could think to name in that moment. 

You’d definitely been staring for too long because he seemed to notice, turning his head at the moment you were between two cars on the adjacent row. The second his eyes met yours, you could’ve melted. Hooded and gorgeous, deep cerulean eyes with a set of darker lashes that were so unfair for a man to have. 

He smiled sheepishly when he realized you’d been checking him out, looking down at his lap with a little chuckle to himself before he looked back up at you. You’d half-expected him to check you out right back, but he respectfully met your eyes again and smiled politely. 

Your feet moved on their own, beat up high tops carrying you closer and closer until you were standing just a foot away from his bike. Shifting your weight from foot to foot a bit, all plans of being flirtatious and alluring out the window now that you were standing right in front of him. “I like your bike,” you finally managed to let out, eyes shifting down to the motorcycle he was sitting on before they flickered back up to him. 

“Thanks,” he spoke softly, voice deep with just the slightest bit of rasp that made something deep in the pit of your stomach flutter. He was still smiling, lopsided and charming yet completely natural. “You ride?”

You let out an embarrassed giggle, having known that question was coming. “No, not really,” you mumbled sheepishly, looking down to your manicured nails with the urge to pick at them and avoid his gaze. “Just like to look at them.” 

He chuckled at that, nodding for a moment. There was a bit of silence, but it wasn’t necessarily awkward. His mouth twitched, gears turning in his head. You could tell he was the quiet type, but he seemed determined not to let the conversation fizzle out as he let out a thoughtful hum. “Ever want to?” He seemed a bit hopeful, lips twitching upwards at the corners. He leaned his weight from side to side, swaying the bike back and forth. 

You pursed your lips, thinking about it. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared shitless of getting on something that offered such little protection, and at the same time, you didn’t even know this guy. Yet, something in your lizard brain made you nod and smile at him. 

He looked relieved, relaxing a bit as he nodded back and gestured down to his bike. “I can take you down the block and right back, if you want,” he offered, tilting his head a bit as he very clearly wished you’d say yes. 

“Sure,” you giggled, feeling your fingers twitch in anticipation and anxiety. It can’t be that bad, you told yourself, taking a deep breath. 

He flipped the kickstand and stood up, taking his first good look at your body. You flushed, but he only reached into the backpack that had been set behind him to fish out a leather jacket. He handed it to you, the scent of crisp, woodsy cologne filling your senses. He seemed a bit sheepish by your slightly confused expression. “Windchill,” he offered with another shy, half-hearted huff of a chuckle. 

How sweet, you cooed internally, smiling as you slipped on the oversized jacket. It was genuine leather and much warmer than your current choice of attire. Not to mention, his cologne smelled so damn good that you had to physically restrain yourself from taking a whiff right in front of him. He grabbed his helmet from the handlebars, motioning for you to step closer. 

He slipped it on your head, making sure to adjust it before he flipped the visor to look at your eyes. “Comfortable?” He asked, leaning back a bit. 

You flushed and nodded, taking a better look at his face now that he was a bit closer. You took note of the light beauty mark on the right side of his face, centered between his cheek and cupid’s bow and the darker mark below his Adam’s apple. God, he was so cute. 

“Good,” he smiled, moving to sit back on his bike. He shook his head slightly, swinging the golden fringe from his eyes before he held a gloved hand out for you. You took it, and he helped you climb on behind him. He grabbed his bag, tucking it in front of him before he leaned forward. Your arms were timid and loose as they wrapped around his torso, to which he tightened with a push of his own hand. “You’ll want to hold on tight,” he explained over his shoulder. “I won’t go too fast for you, but you don’t want to fly off, eithe.” 

He seemed so caring and sweet, it made your teeth hurt. You tightened your arms, feeling the ridges of his chiseled abdomen below the warm sweatshirt he wore. He patted your hand before kicking the stand back, inching the bike away from the rest of his friends and bystanders before he eased onto the throttle and accelerated down the parking lot towards the road. 

You squeaked, thighs tightening against the body of the bike as your arms gripped him tighter. You could feel a chuckle rumble through his back as your chest pressed against him. 

“I’ll go easy, I promise,” he reassured you once he’d stopped at the stop sign, looking both ways before he took off down the road. You could see why he’d given you the jacket once you were actually riding, feeling the wind whip against your body and through the open visor against your face. The cold bite was easy to get used to since his body blocked most of it for you. You’d never felt more free in your life, looking out at the streetlights and cars that passed by. He was driving so carefully, and it definitely melted your heart that he cared about your safety despite being a stranger. 

“Name’s Leon, by the way!” He had to call out over his shoulder for you to hear him over the engine and rushing breeze. “Forgot to introduce myself!” 

You called your name back to him with a giggle, high-pitched from the excitement. You leaned more into him, the curve of his helmet on your head bumping against his shoulder. “You can go faster!” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Leon flicked his hand downwards, pressing more onto the gas as the bike kicked into gear and took off down the highway. You squealed a bit, grinning ear to ear at how much fun you were having. 

He got to the end of the street, pulling into a parking lot before he looked back at you again. “Ready to go back?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Your lips curved upwards, and you shook your head. “No, not really.” 

His lips twitched into a smirk as he reached down, gripping your thigh before he patted it. “Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled before he sped out of the parking lot and back down the road. 

Maybe car meets weren’t so bad, after all. 

I Want Another Baby...oops

Dividers by benkeibear and firefly-graphics

(RE4RLeon Kennedy x Female! Reader with OC Daughter)

Note: Rosalie won't be seeing you and Leon naked. You'll be covered up lol. Also you're 25 while he's 27. Rosalie is 4. Also if you don't like the name you can always change it.

Warnings: Small smut, swearing, your poor innocent child, Leon trying to make up a story

Summary: You and Leon are trying for another baby but what happens when your daughter Rosalie catches you doing it? Oops...

"I want another baby, Leon." He was caught off guard because you suddenly said that while all of you were watching a movie. "Um, Reader...Rosalie is here with us." You smile, "Yes, I know, babe, but watching this movie with the couple having a big family. It makes me want just one or two more babies."

Leon licks his lower lip, "I mean, we can try." You smile, and he chuckles, then sees Rosalie getting tired but fights her sleepiness, just like he does. Like father, like daughter, the two are inseparable after she was born 4 years ago, and now, he wonders how she would feel if a baby is involved.

"Hey Rosalie? Can you come here?" You heard him ask and see that she does, "How would you feel if mommy is pregnant again?" She smiles happily, "I want a baby brother." He smiles, "Really? Not a baby sister?" She shakes her head no. "I'm your only girl, Daddy. No sisters." You giggle, "Well. We'll see what happens, okay?" She nods, "Okay, Mommy."

After the movie

Leon puts Rosalie in her bedroom, and you get ready for bed, "So, want to have a baby now?" You looked at him, stunned. "What?" He goes to you and rubs your stomach. "Rosalie is asleep, and now you've awakened my baby fever all over again. I would love to see you pregnant again, honey. We'll keep trying and trying until those tests say positive. I know. We were young the first time, but I love you, and being a dad is the greatest feeling ever."

You tear up and passionately kiss each other while holding onto one another. He gently lays you on the bed and hovers over you, slowly pulling away from the kiss and slowly taking both of yours and his PJs off. He takes your panties off and covers the both of you with the blanket, "You're so wet for me, baby girl. I can't wait to get you pregnant." He puts his cock in you, and you both moan. "Fuck Leon." He grunts in pleasure and thrusts into you.

"Mommy, Daddy?" You two froze and looked at sleepy Rosalie. "Hey, sweetheart. is something the matter?" Leon asks, and she shakes her head a no, "No, I heard you and Mommy. I thought something was wrong. I'm sorry for waking up." You saw Leon frown, "Oh, don't apologize, honey. We should be sorry. Mommy and I were playing Zombies. I was fighting her until she bit me."

Rosalie giggles, "Bad Mommy." You smile, "Sorry honey, Daddy is too yummy, but you should go back to bed." She smiles, "Can I have some milk and a small snack first? Please?" Leon smiles, "Of course, honey. Daddy will be there." She smiles and nods, then walks away.

You looked at him, giggling, "That was the cheesiest thing you ever said." He chuckles, "Sorry. I couldn't say that we were playing Bingo." He smirks, "When I get back, be prepared. I'm not done with you yet, my sexy Zombie."

Mi menso

Mammon-OM!

I'm thinking about retired D.S.O. Agent and now househusband!Leon S. Kennedy, who's always keeping the house and the garden in check. You come home from work to be greeted by a fervent kiss, seeing your man wearing his signature long-sleeved button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and an apron tied around his waist like he's the epitome of sex and god in one.

He leads you by the bathroom to where he drew you a warm bubble bath to soothe out the stress and muscle tensions away. His hands immediately peeling off your clothes, helping you get on tub as he starts shampooing your hair and scrubbing your skin gently with your favorite scented body wash while he massages you.

Leon's an excellent cook, it's a basic survival skill that he has perfected ever since he graduated from the police academy. You can see the way how he plates every dish beautifully, right amount of spice and flavor, ensuring that you're always fulfilled.

Leon wakes up early in the morning for a jog, returning home with a bag of groceries as he starts preparing breakfast. He'll always wake you up with a kiss or more, before setting up a tray to have breakfast in bed complete with a small flower vase just as you've always had it.

Leon who intentionally wears deliciously tight-fitting shirts just to entice you, catching you gawk at him shamelessly but he doesn't mind. It means that he's only your's and you're only his.

His hugs are comforting like a teddy bear keeping you snug and warm for the rest of the day. His touches are familiar, tracing every inch and line of your skin, feeling all of you. His kisses are lingering, taking it slow to ensure that he can taste you thoroughly, there's never a day without his kisses.

And of course, he never lets you leave home for work without hickeys and bites littered around your skin, your nipples swelling and puffy, and not without his hot cum plugged up inside of you, giving him the satisfaction that he successfully bred you, keeping your tummy full and whole of his seed.

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

“if you were an animal you would be a hyena.”

sukuna glares at you with a bewildered look, brows furrowing together, “the fuck?”

“you give major hyena vibes.”

he growls at you, thigh nudging your head off, but you don’t falter, giggling at his reaction.

“what animal do you think i am?”

“a bitch.”

you burst out laughing, hands coming over your tummy while he continues glaring down at you. why are you so happy—

“a doggie then, that’s so cute, ryo!”

and then he gets kind of… mopey. all quiet, doesn’t even play with your hair or invite you back on his lap; just lets you lay your head on his thighs and stares at the tv, although it’s obvious he is thinking hard.

10 minutes pass in silence before you put away your phone and look up at him curiously, “what’s on your min—”

“i would be a wolf.” he murmurs, eyes staring down at his lap while his arms cross over his chest.

you eye his pouty face wearily, sitting up with a small huff. “what?”

“i said i’d be a damn wolf, woman!”

you bite your lower lip, hand coming up to cover the lower half of your face in an attempt to hide the smile that threatens to give away your amusement. he’s been thinking about that for the past 10 minutes, waiting for you to speak up.

“ryo~” you let out a snort, relishing in the way his eyes widen and posture stiffens, enraged by your reaction. “you’re too funny!”

“i will tear you apart.”

“that’s what a hyena would do.”

“run.”

auth. note.☆》

mammon whimpering, thats all.

warnings.◇》

this post is nsfw, cum eating, ass play, dirty dirty dirty, mammon being baby, reader is amab but no specific pronouns are used.

pair.♡》

Mammon — Reader, AMAB, Gn.

"F-Fuck w-wait... Mnnnhh..~!" Mammon slurred out as he shook his leg a bit, sucking his lower lip between his teeth. You examined his leaking cock as it twitched, his back arching a bit as you amped up the intensity of the vibrator.

Mammon gasped as drool dribbled out the sides of his mouth as he kept jolting his hips forward, "'M gonna c— fuuuuucckk...!~"

You slowed the vibrator down and gripped the base of his cock to stop him from cumming, and that's when he did it.

He fucking did it.

He whimpered. That high pitched tone of his as he leaned his head back into the pillows, his body glistening with sweat, "Just let me cum will ya'?!— Fuck, please.. pleeaase..~"

That was the first time you heard it. You always strived to hear it again. It was just something about it, you thought. The sound of him losing control was amazing. You thought as you held him in your arms in one of the storage rooms in RAD, Mammon was breathing heavily, grinding his rock hard cock into your thigh.

"Can I put it in..?— Please..?" He whined as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, causing you to gasp a bit.

"F-Fuck, fine, yeah." You nodded, before Mammon gripped your hips and turned you around. His breath hitched as he grabbed your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear.

"Ya'... look really fuckin' g-good.." He paused to admire the view, his warm hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them to look down at your hole.

"Asmo definitely knows we're in here.." You mumbled as you gripped the sides of some boxes.

Mammon spat down on your hole, fumbling to free his cock from it's jail called pants. You felt his cock plop on your entrance, as he groaned a bit.

"More lube, okay?" You mumbled, arching your back a bit more. Mammon spat more as one of his fingers entered your hole first, slowly stretching you out.

You exhaled a shaky moan as Mammon leaned his head on your back, "I don't wanna hurt ya' jus' 'cause I'm excited..." He sighed as his cock throbbed against your skin. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with the tip of his dick, rubbing it around the hole before slowly pushing it in.

"A-Aughh...~" He let out shakily as he pushed in his cock. You covered your own mouth, your eyes shutting as he bottomed out in you, causing you to moan into your hand.

"I-I can't take it 'nymore.. S-Sorry.." He slurred as he wrapped his arms around your body and began helplessly thrusting into you. You began to moan into your hand more as your eyes rolled back.

The fabric of his pants gently scraping the skin of your thighs as he fucked his cock deeper into you.

"F-Fuck, so... so— Sho goood...~" He moaned out, his head leaning on your shoulder as his arms gripped you in an iron grip.

"Augh..It— Feels so— Fuck..!~" You cried out as he thrusted into you, the slapping and groaning filling up the small room. Mammon whined a slight as his thrusts became erratic.

"I'm g-gonna cum— Can I cum inside?— Fuck, pl-please. Lemme cum in ya'..~" He said before doing it, whimpering.

Your head shot backwards as you felt your climax hit you suddenly, Mammon felt your body shake and squeeze him. Your cum began dripping to the floor as you moaned out, "Yes— Fuck, yes in me..~!".

"Ha-Aughhhh..~" He squeezed your body tighter as he emptied his seed within you, his hips stuttering as both of your eyes roll back.

Breathing now filled up the room as the smell of sex was the only scent, "S-Sorry.." He mumbled, pulling his soft dick out of you, allowing his cum to spill out.

"Clean it up.." You mumbled, "It's gonna stain." You breathed out a small giggle, as Mammon stuttered.

"Should I like.. push it back i-in or?" He mumbled as he pressed two fingers below your hole, scooping up his own cum and pushing it back inside of you. He placed his tongue flat on your hole, then licking it gently, "Mnngh..~" he groaned. Mammon slowly pushed his tongue into your ass, flicking his tongue up and down causing you to moan out, "Fuck, Mammon..~".

"Y-You taste.. really good..~" He slurred, licking at your entrance again.

You moaned a bit before stopping, hearing a knock on the door.

"Are you two done? Class is starting. ♡" You both heard Asmo's voice, turning completely red.

Mammon pulled up your bottoms then his own, as you turned out and faced him. You grinned a bit as Mammon was still red and sweaty, wiping some of his cum from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm opening the dooooor—" Asmodeus said as he opened the door, peeking his head in a bit.

"We're leavin' now man!— Just move!" Mammon shouted, flustered. Asmo giggled, backing up as he waited for you both to exit.

After leaving the storage closet, you looked at Asmo as he winked, "Okayyy now, enough fun. ☆".

You nodded grabbing Mammon's jacket and placing a kiss on his lips, causing Mammon to get flustered.

"See you later." You said smiling, "B-Bye, my treasure." He mumbled, as you waved and walked away.

"Invite me next time, Y/n!~ ♡" Asmo called out behind you.