#aether writes

a laugh escapes you, and you lean down. satisfaction rises in your chest when you watch his pupils dilate the closer you get to him. your breaths intermingle and your noses graze each other when you finally stop, and a sadistic glint shines in your eyes.

his eyebrows scrunch together, but your hand’s already wrapping a tight grip around his cock and giving him a long stroke. his head drops back as a whine fans across your face, his hips bucking eagerly into your touch.

at the same time, you angle your cock to finally graze against his prostate, and a deep groan rips itself from his chest. he looks so good like this, all debauched and teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. the sight makes you lick your lips, desire bubbling hot in your gut.

“feels good?” your words are teasing, and his only reply is a low moan and an arch of his back. it’s amusing, really, how easy it is to shut him up. his breaths are hot and come quick in front of your face, and your hand increases its pace on his slick cock, the squelch loud and filthy amongst his moans.

his head lolls to the side, but you won’t have it. he’s going to fall apart underneath you, and you want him to see who’s doing it. a hand comes up to grip his chin and force his face back around, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire when they meet yours.

“don’t turn away from me.” you whisper. “look at me when you cum.”

“’cause you will, won’t you?” you lean back, fucking harder into him with heavy and precise strokes that hit all the right places and touch the deepest parts of him. it’s a little desperate, honestly, but he’s too far gone to notice. “gonna get all tight around me and cum hard, right? like you always do?”

he mindlessly nods, dark hair sticking to his temples with sweat and his hands fisting the bed sheets. his cock twitches and dribbles more precum in your hand, and you use your thumb to spread it around the tip, his balls drawing tight as he quickly nears his end.

you know he's not listening to you when you meanly mutter under your breath, "yeah. bet you want that real bad, huh."

a low chuckle leaves you when his mouth drops open, and you almost feel a little bad for what you’re about to do. a shiver runs down your spine when his eyes squeeze shut and he pants his next words out.

“gonna—gonna cum—”

and you completely stop your movements.

his reaction is instantaneous. turquoise eyes snap open when your hips still against his pelvis, a harsh cry tearing out of his chest when you rip your hand away from his swollen and heavy cock.

“what the fuck—”

“i don’t know why you’re surprised.” you sigh. “told you i wanted you to show some manners first.”

some sick satisfaction swells in you when his face contorts into a furious expression, teeth gritting as he spits his next words out.

“fuck you, fucking—bitch,” he angrily curses, “fuck this, i don’t even need you, i’ll just make myself cum on my goddamn own—”

he makes a move to get up but your hand pushes hard at his chest, harshly forcing his back down on the mattress.

“get off me—” he snarls, eyes flicking up to meet yours, before freezing.

your eyes bore darkly into his own, carrying an intensity he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in them. he swallows slowly and carefully rests back into the bed.

a smile—wicked, he’s sure that’s what you are—forms on your lips, but your eyes don’t waver in their heavy stare.

“do you really wanna do that?”

for once, he stays silent.

the smile drops, and another weighty sigh leaves you. languidly, you lean back on your haunches.

“you really not gonna let me take care of you?”

his face stays impassive, but the quick glance away from you tells you all you need to know.

“don’t you wanna make me happy?” you murmur, gaze softening a little on purpose, “make me proud?”

your hand comes up to caress his hips, thumbing at the skin.

“don’t you want to cum for me?”

a shaky breath leaves him, and you hide your pleasure under a disappointed mask when he huffs, turning away from you and biting down at his chapped lip. easy.

after a few quiet moments, he mumbles something.

“what’s that?” you prompt, a little too eagerly.

he huffs again, rolling his eyes and turning back to face you, his hands playing with the bedsheets underneath him.

“i said,” he repeats with an annoyed tone, red creeping up his neck, “p-please—make me feel good. now.” he stubbornly adds on.

and there it is. a triumphant look takes over your face, and a gratified grin curves on your lips at the begrudgingly bashful nature of your dear boyfriend.

his submission feels like fire in your veins, and you’re once again reminded of just how sweet your grumpy lover is.

“well, of course, baby,” you coo, the grip on his hip turning firm as you steadily pull your hips back, slick cock momentarily peaking out and shining with lube, before you sheath it back inside him with one deep stroke. a broken groan tumbles out of him, and you hum.

a smirk shapes her lips when you whine, and without warning, she pushes two fingers into you and immediately begins fucking you with them, ring and middle fingers curving and stretching you out deliciously. her hand quickly wraps around your waist when you instantly buck your hips up, a moan ripping out of your chest.

"fuck!" you grind down on her digits, your back bowing off your professor's desk when they hit a particular gummy spot inside you that sparks stars behind your eyelids, "right—right there, oh god–"

"yeah?" she breathes, eyes blown wide as her gaze fixes heavily on your form, taking in the disheveled sight of you; lips bruised in your previous attempts to be quiet, hair tousled and button down shirt open to showcase your bra shoved under your pretty tits, "can feel you clenchin' around me."

your breaths are ragged as you grind down on her fingers, chasing the feeling of arousal tightening in your gut. she chuckles as she lets you work yourself to an orgasm, before leaning down to capture a nipple in her mouth and sucking harshly.

"gonna cum f'me?" she whispers against the bud, humming when you mindlessly nod, "yeah? c'mon pretty, make a mess."

she quickens her pace, her fingers relentless hitting the sweet spot inside you and her palm slapping against your clit, the wet sound echoing in the large lecture hall. you gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, mouth falling open as your hands scramble to hold on to something, finding their place on her shoulders and digging into the strong muscles.

"so close, hah." a particularly harsh thrust makes your body jerk, your voice trembling as your orgasm rapidly approaches you. "fuck, 'm gonna cum!"

she smashes her lips against yours when the building pressure in your gut finally snaps, your body spasming as you experience what's likely the hardest orgasm you've had in a while. she greedily swallows all of your moans, cursing at the tight hold your pussy has on her fingers and whispering sweet praises into your static filled brain.

"shit, yeah, just like that," she purrs, relishing the sloppy sound of your cunt around her fingers as she fucks you through your climax, "so noisy," she teases.

you whimper at the remark, muscles still twitching as you finally catch your breath, swallowing harshly at the intense look she sets on you.

"e-enough," you mewl when the sting of overstimulation starts creeping up on you. heat flushes through you at the loud squelch that sounds when she pulls her fingers out, the digits slick with your arousal.

without a second thought, the green haired woman pops the fingers in her mouth, humming around them and savouring the taste of you.

"taste sweet."

you groan as embarrassment courses through you, an arm coming up to cover your eyes when she laughs.

"c'mon, get dressed."

you quickly sit up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you spot her already halfway through the lecture hall to the door.

"wait—but, what about you?"

she turns around and raises an eyebrow, "what about me?"

you bite your lip and find yourself stuttering a little at your next words, "you don't want me to, um, take care of you? or something?"

she only tilts her head, and not for the first time, you find yourself getting hot at just how attractive she looks. no one should look that fucking good after eating someone out.

she gives you a teasing grin, before twisting back around and continuing her way, leaving you a thoroughly satisfied and dazed mess.

It's not until your hand, previously rolling and pinching at your nipple, trails up to your neck that you come back to your surroundings. Your breathing picks up and fear spikes up in your chest when he wraps your hand around your throat, your cunt panickedly tightening around your fingers.

“Fuck,” he laughs, the sound resonating in your mind, “did you just clench around me?” his profane voice forces tears to prick at the corner of your eyes, your mouth automatically falling open and soundlessly crying when he increases the pressure on your throat. “You’re sick, y’know that?”

You want to look away from your demeaning form in the mirror. Want to sob and tell him to stop humiliating you like this, to let up on the pressure on your neck and leave your body and take his own form and let you cum on his cock, not your fingers.

“Can’t believe I managed to land such a filthy little thing.”

But you can’t. Won’t, really—you know you could end this whole thing with one snap of your fingers, but the burn of degradation and loss of control is too irresistible to turn away from. The heat in your gut is too intense to let go of now.

Your vision is starting to get blurry, from the crystal drops gathering at your waterline and the lack of oxygen, when the pressure is suddenly completely gone. A desperate sound is torn from your throat, the much-needed air rushing back into your lungs with a speed that leaves you dizzy, and it’s the final push necessary to make you topple over the edge.

Your body shakes as your pussy spasms around your fingers, hips uncontrollably bucking up into your hand and thighs quivering at the rush of endorphins coursing through your body. As much as you may try, however, all the cries you're straining to let out remain lodged deep in your chest, your boyfriend's curses ringing in your ears as you chase after the blinding pleasure.

"Ah—shit—" Chifuyu groans, and it hits you then, that he can feel your orgasm rushing through you, too; could feel the moment the knot of arousal burst and the all-consuming pleasure that currently runs through your veins. The knowledge forces you to tense even more around your fingers in an effort to prolong the pleasure for both you and your demon.

"Baby, loosen—hah—loosen up," he moans, the timbre filthy in your head. His control of your body slips away just enough for you to minutely shake your head.

“Just, fuck—”

He cuts himself off, and the next thing you know, you’re gasping out a cry as the feeling of otherness disappears from your body. Your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves at the sudden shock of gaining back control of yourself.

“Wh-what—” you whimper, sliding your eyes open to see the naked form of your boyfriend in all his devilish glory, “Chif—”

It’s all you’re able to get out before his lips crash on yours, a messy exchange of spit that could barely be classified as a kiss, his mouth greedily swallowing up your delicious whines.

“Missed these sounds,” he pants against your slick lips. A foreign touch on your thigh prompts a questioning sound from you, your hand moving down to caress a thin tail wrapping itself around your leg.

A sinful groan leaves the demon above you, and when he pulls away, his electric blue eyes deepen at your disheveled sight, a wicked grin taking over his features.