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the sound of shitty bed-springs creaking and satoru's probably exaggerated moans bounced off the cracked walls of the small dorm room, drowning out the schlick sounds of the white-haired man bouncing on your cock. you couldn't remember how long you'd been stuck there underneath the other man.

it wasn't supposed to escalate to this. it was just supposed to be a little makeout session at the absolute most—you were supposed to be studying for the exam you had the next day—but satoru someone just couldn't help himself. and you were never very good at telling him no. not when he batted those pretty eyelashes and those bright blue eyes sparkled under the flickering light bulb.

"pleaseeeee?" he'd whined, cheek pressed into the pillow he'd pulled over to get comfy. “just one little kiss won’t hurt, right? c’mon just one and i’ll let you study.”

but it wasn’t just one kiss. it never was with him. of course, he’d just flip the blame on you like he didn’t know exactly how to make you weak.

he leaned forward, slender fingers splayed over your chest as one hand lightly batted at your cheek. “yo, you alive down there?” you almost believed he cared, but then he ground his hips down into yours, gummy walls squeezing your length oh-so deliciously and drawing a guttural noise from you.

he didn’t bother to hide the laughter that spilled between moans. “god— and you guys say i’m insatiable.”

if your face wasn’t already red from exertion, it’d absolutely be turning it now. you’d lost count of how many times you’d cum already. if the creamy ring around your base and the occasional drips from satoru’s rim were anything to go by it was a good few times.

“yeah, well— ngh! you’re the one tha— that’s…” you trailed off, entirely lost in the feeling. it was embarrassing at this point.

“awww, already fucked out, huh?” like he hadn’t been at this for god-only-knew how long.

your head fell to the side as if in an attempt to escape the near-overwhelming pleasure coursing through your every nerve (not that you couldn’t just push satoru away, but where’s the fun in that?) only for your gaze to land on the other bed in the room, hardly five feet away.

the realization hit you like a bucket of ice cold water.

suguru.

fuck. you couldn’t remember if satoru put a sock on the doorknob—knowing him he hadn’t. when would there have been the time?

“wait— ‘toru—“ your hands went to his plush thighs, tapping to get his attention. “hmm?” he hummed, barely slowing his pace.

“what abou— ‘bout sugu?”

“thinkin’ ‘bout another man while you’re balls-deep in me?” he clicked his tongue. “shame on you.” satoru slowed his pace, trading his bounce for a slow grind, making your cock massage his prostate juuuuuuust right.

you couldn’t help but whine at the scolding. jeez, your brain really had turned to mush. so gone you didn’t notice the the sly grin on his face that said he’d never let you live that down.

you also didn’t notice the sound the of the door opening, nor the way satoru turned to look over his shoulder.

you did, however, notice the exasperated sigh followed by the smooth voice that could only be suguru.

“really? you couldn’t have done this in his dorm?”

“for one, his roommate isn’t nearly as cute as mine.”

On that same note, he'd also disregard how sharp his nails are and would have a tendency to scratch your back pretty bad sometimes. However, during aftercare he'd always softly run his hands throught your hair and pepper little kisses on your bruises, all while whispering sweet nothings in a condescending tone(albeit unintentionally). This would include saying stuff like praising you for being so resilient despite how little stamina humans have, and how you kept on fulfilling your duty to pleasure him even while your incompetently frail skin was breaking apart under his sharp fingernails.

Might unintentionally be an exhibitionist, as in, since he doesn't feel emotions, he wouldn't feel shame. That means that, while Douma has half a mind to understand why his followers would find it distasteful to see you two fucking, he doesn't care that much. If he gets horny, he WILL drop to his knees and start sucking you off wherever you are, even if it means risking having his followers walk in on the scene. Might aaaalso get a lil kick from seeing your embarassed face when one of his cult members goes to fetch him for the next sermon or whatever and catches you folding him in half and nearly splitting him open on your cock.

Douma is methodical to a chilling level, so he doesn't particularly care whether you've been good or bad, he can smoothly deal with either. So, if you don't wanna behave yourself, good luck on trying to get under his skin, because he'll just break you down little by little with small jabs and teasing touches that'll get you right where he wants.

He'd also find it so amusing to tease you to the point of tears. He thinks it's cute how you're crying and calling him mean but your dick is twitching like crazy inside of him and your pace grows more erratic. But don't worry, at the end of the day, he will still hold your face into his hands and kiss your tears away, calling you his good boy :)

MUZAN

He's THE power bottom. The bottom with the most power, even(HAH).

Muzan is a massive pillow prince and would rarely do any of the work himself. He sees you topping him more or less in the same light he'd see one of his subordinates looking for the blue spider lily: just another way of servicing him and showing him your devotion. As your relationship develops, he starts appreciating more the intimate aspects of sex, but for a long while there's this emotional detachment from him, and he would be really douchey about it.

He would mainly use his young male appearance, but depending on the occasion he'd shapeshift to his female self. Lady Muzan can be even meaner, somehow, and she would teasingly rub her pussy lips against your face without actually letting you get a taste. When she finally allows you to start eating her out, you lunge at her like a greedy dog, loudly slurping on her clit as you ease your fingers into her. However, if you disobey her and start before she allows it, she'll simply pull away and start fingering herself in front of you and leave you all needy and untouched.

However, Muzan wouldn't limit his shapeshifting abilities to only changing his physical sex. This applies only if you're a demon, because he'd have a thing for manipulating his cells on your body into taking more.... unorthodox forms. One of those changes include shaping your dick into a tentacle-ish form and rubbing his hips against yours as he feels all the little suction cups stimulating his pussy and breaching his cervix. Another one is to give you an extra cock and eargerly shove them into his ass and then making you jerk off his own as you fill him up with double the usual loads.

If you beg on your hands and knees, or on special occasions, Muzan would be more willing to be on the giving end. So if you behave yourself, he'll play along with your whims and let you rut into his mouth to your hearts content. In contrast, if he's feeling mean or if you've been bad, the most he'll be willing to give you is to let you fuck his thighs, but he'll only let you cum if he does so first. And by God, does he have the stamina to prolong your suffering for as long as possible.

“Fuck, thats it.“ Arthur grunted, his calloused hand squeezing your jaw and his other pressing against your chest as he slowly lifted himself up on your cock. “Yer doing a fine job...” He groaned out between his teeth as he sunk back down.

You let out a soft gasp as Arthurs tight, warm hole squeezed your cock beautifully.

“Oh fuck...feels so good.” You muttered, hand gripping his bicep. He responded with a chuckle, pulling you in for a messy kiss as he slowly lifted his hips once more. You whined quietly at the loss of warmth pulsating around your cock, only to moan when it was finally enveloped again.

As soon as your lips parted in that moan, he slipped his tongue in, effectively swallowing it. Your hand comes up to grip his hair and your face contorts with pleasure. Your tongues slide together smoothly as the kiss grows more hungry. Your hand tightened in his hair as he started to suckle on your tongue.

You pulled away from the kiss to bury your face in his neck, panting and groaning.

“Fuck, Arthur, 'm gonna cum.” You warned which Arthur responded with by pulling your face out of his neck by your hair.

“Not fuckin' yet yer not.” He growled, bashing his lips into yours. His movements still for a moment before his hand slid from you hair to your shoulder, using it as leverage to bounce faster on your cock.

You whined into the kiss, your poor dick aching and throbbing inside him. You clawed at his back, the warmth in your gut and groin worsening with each rise and fall of his tight ass.

Arthur groaned above you, releasing hot ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. His warm walls clamped down on your dick hard. The tight squeeze involuntarily ripped your orgasm out of you.

You came inside him, biting into his should to muffle yourself as your hot cum stuffed him full.

Muscular hands press you down, shoulder blades painful against the hard desk. Your dom raises a sculpted, scarred eyebrow, sneering down at you, and growls, "That was a very important meeting."

You flash him an innocent smile, and he huffs, unconvinced. Even as he begins to unbutton his shirt, putting those gorgeous fat pecs on display, he chastises, "Needy fucking thing, aren't you? Couldn't keep your hands to yourself for a single hour. Well, you're going to pay for it now."

He says 'pay for it', but it doesn't exactly feel like a punishment when his strong, thick fingers are trailing over your bulge. It doesn't take long for you to harden, and he tears your clothes off carelessly, throwing out a, "I'll buy you more." You can't help but hiss as the cold air of the office caresses your cock, and he smirks in amusement to see it twitch. His hands find his belt - the sound of the metal unbuckling making you throb, Pavlovian - and he drops his suit trousers and boxers in one motion.

His hairy pussy glistens, but you've no time to appreciate the sight before he's climbing atop you, a large palm on your chest to harshly pin you back down. "I didn't say you could move." With his free hand, he guides your tip to his slit. It's burning hot and velvet soft, his slick dripping down onto your shaft, despite the barest touch. He bites his lip hard to keep himself silent, and runs your sensitive head oh-so-teasingly through his folds. "Fuck."

"Sir, please."

You know that's the magic word - it always is - and he tries to look dominant and in charge rather than grateful. But, his eyes flutter tellingly and his mouth falls open as he sinks down. There's resistance for a moment, then the pop of him taking your head in one. Shit, that feels good. You can't help but moan, and he flashes a smug smile despite his own similar state.

"You like that, baby? This is what you were gearing for during the meeting, huh? Sinking into this pussy?" He erractically swipes the sweat from his brow, and takes you another few inches. His cunt fits snugly against your pelvis, unshaved lips stretched obscenely. Bracing his hands against your chest, he lifts himself an inch up and slams back down. "Shit! Fuck, you're big. Happy to be my toy, aren't you, boy? My own personal dildo."

You nod desperately, helpless but to moan at the tight, strangling grip of his cunt around your cock. He's so wet, so hot, so fucking perfect. "Yessir!"

"Good boy," he congratulates, bouncing on your dick in earnest. He's panting by now, tossing his head to clear his hair from his eyes. His slick squelches, loud, around your shaft. "My good boy."

His thick fingers crawl down his body, and he desperately toys with his clit. Each thrust brings him up higher, your swollen tip fucking in and out, stretching his sensitive hole, before he lets his legs fall out from under him and forces himself back down. It is delicious, torturous pleasure, and you can feel yourself throbbing. Eyes lidded with pleasure, he smirks down at you.

"Not 'til I've finished, baby. You know the rules."

You do know the rules, but the heat curling in your gut is making a very convincing offer for disobeying. But, you don't. A little mantra keeps you under control: Good boys get rewards.

Thankfully, it isn't long before he slams his hips down, fingers stilling on his clit, and squirts with a deafening groan. The combined sensations - nails scratching your chest, slick raining on your thighs and your belly, tight and quivering walls - tip you over, too.

"Oh my lambkin..you can take it, can't you?" Varres voice was mocking in your ear,,you barely know how you ended up in bed with the white mask but you did know that he was naked and straddling you,,

Your arms were tied above your head,,completely at his mercy,,his hands gently running down your stomach all the way down under he reaches your cock,,his firm grip stroking up and down it

"Lambkin..you're trembling already, is this why you're maidenless?" His smirk was clear,,his thumb rubbing your tip before he lifts his hips up,,hovering himself over your dick before finally lowering himself down on it with a low groan

"Ah..that's it, good boy!" His praise sounded mocking as his hands gripped firmly down on your chest,,flicking your nipples before he finally started to bounce his hips on your dick!! His brown hair flopping up and down as he does so,,

Varre would lean down,,pressing kisses up your neck before he reaches the middle of your neck,,gently bitting down at first before he got rough,,eventually piercing your skin just to taste some of your blood,,

He could go on for hours,,his stamina was ruthless even as you started to moan and squirm in pleasure,, "You have the sweetest scream, my lambkin." He tries not to moan as he feels his own thighs start to grow heavy,,his stomach covered in his own cum,,but not as bad as you were!!