#demonetized

You hear the rattle of chains first. A sharp inhale, a stuttered breath.

The sheets that keep you warm slides down your body, leaving you cold and uncomfortable. Your eyes gently flutter open, a tear dropping from your eyes as you yawn. The room is completely engulfed in darkness, only the lights of the cars passing by shining upon the white ceiling. You can feel the warmth of Steven’s body near you, his bare foot dragging against your cold skin as he shifts under the thick sheets. He’s muttering something you can’t quite hear, lips moving frantically while his hands ball into fists. He mutters something you assume in french but it sounds too foreign to your heart.

Now wide awake, and cold, you stare at the ceiling not really knowing what to do. You count the car lights that reflect on the ceiling, taking in deep breaths as you do. Steven’s mumbling becomes louder, after many nights of being with him it reaches your ears in the form of a soothing melody. While your relationship was fresh and new, you would wake him up when he got too loud, or when you were positive that he was seeing the most wretched nightmares humanly possible. But the end result was never good, he would panic way too much, his sense of his whereabouts completely lost in the darkness of his mind. After a while you just stopped shaking him awake, besides he always seemed to calm down after a while.

A gust of cold wind blows and your gaze shifts to the open windows, the dark curtains dancing along with gentle caresses of the subtle breeze. A sigh leaves your lips, if Steven was going to be hugging the sheets all night it was best to close the windows. Or else he might find a popsicle rather than a girlfriend by morning.

Another groan leaves your lips and you forcefully pull yourself away from the comfort of your pillows. As your toes touch the wooden floors a shiver climbs up your spine, another gust of wind blows. While you mentally prepare in order to actually get out of bed, you hear Steven groaning, he throws his arm to the side, fingers grazing against your hips. The feeling of his blunt nails scraping against the thin layer of your pajama bottoms makes you shudder.

“la tadhhabi,”

You have no idea what he’s saying but there’s a soft tone to it, affectionate is the only word you can describe it as. A smile spreads across your lips and you finally manage to stand up. Goosebumps coats your skin as you hurriedly make your way towards the windows, quickly closing them, you rush back to Steven’s side.

The bed dips under your weight as you snuggle close to Steven. His mumbling has quieted down completely, only the movements of his eyelids twitching visible in his body. Happy to see him more relaxed, you press your face against the crook of his neck, the scent of his skin reaches your nostrils in the form of cinnamon and vanilla. You can almost hear the faint thudding of his quickly beating heart. Your hand caresses his covered torso, trailing all the way up to the bare part of his upper chest. You can’t help the fact that your own heart begins to beat faster, or the way your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his skin under your fingertips–

“Don’t you dare touch me!”

Steven suddenly jolts up, his fingers wrapping firmly around your wrist as he twists it. A jolt of pain shots throughout your body and you squeal, the pressure of his nails breaks the skin, the faintest amount of blood beginning to trickle down your wrist. You try to pull away but his hold is too strong, finally your eyes meet his– He looks absolutely delirious, pupils blown wide while his chest trembles. Despite the taste of fear on your tongue, you manage to take in deep breaths, calming yourself before you speak.

“Steven,” you say softly but audible enough to make his eyebrow raise. “Steven, it's me. We’re in your apartment, in London. You’re okay, just take in deep breaths.”

The transition is slow but you can see it as clear as day. He slowly lowers his dark eyebrows, the faint glimmer in his eyes returning as they continually scan your face. Steven’s grip on your wrist loosens, his fingers wet and warm due to the blood, the amount too much for such a small wound. His other hand raises to your cheek, gently cupping the side of your face as he lets out a stuttered breath. Your eyes follow the way he licks his lips, scrunching up his nose he tastes the morning breath. His chest raises and as it does you can hear the tick tocks of a clock that isn’t there. The two of you let out a deep breath at the same time. Feeling the crevice of his fingers you lean into his touch, pressing the frame of your face further into his palm.

“What–” Steven’s voice breaks. “What just happened?”

“Another nightmare,”

The realization in his eyes grows, his lips forming the smallest of “oh”’s. He drags his fingers to your neck, your pulse beating rapidly under the tips of them. His eyes travel down your figure, lingering on the wrist he’s still holding. You swallow. Panic fills his kind eyes, his lips part with a strained breath as his thumb draws small circles against the skin. Red traces follow and form dark shapes against it. Suddenly he lets go and your hand drops to the sheets, he flinches away, chest collapsing in on itself as he scutters away from you as much as he can.

“Bullocks,” he sharply whispers into the night. “I-I’m sorry– I’m so so sorry– Just wait there a second I’ll be right back with a washcloth or tissue or something– J-Just wait right there–”

Before you can stop him, Steven rushes out of bed, the sound of metal clashing against each other echoes in the tiny apartment and a loud thud follows, then a pain filled groan.

“Steven,” you call out to him, crawling towards his side of the bed. “God, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

Another groan follows as you look down, you can barely see him in the dark. Steven’s sprawled against the floor, hands covering his face while he takes in deep breaths. You reach out, fingertips grazing his forearm, the small hairs that cover his skin tickles you. It pains you when he flinches away and you swiftly retract your arm. Another huffed breath ripples out of his throat.

“It’s nothing serious, don't worry about it,” you attempt to console him, knowing that it does little to do so. “Just a little cut. I promise that I’m alright,”

“You’re bleeding. Because of me.” his voice is muffled under his palms. “It doesn’t matter to me if it’s serious or not,”

“Hey, come back to bed Steven. Please.”

Silence follows your request but your gaze upon him never wavers, only worry filling your chest. Finally Steven sighs and drags his palms away from his face. He looks at you momentarily before climbing back to bed, he sits right at the edge, eyes locked to the floor. He resembles a child that’s just been reprimanded which is the exact opposite of what you want him to be feeling. You crawl next to him, your shoulders momentarily brushing against one another. This time Steven doesn’t flinch away. Instead he leans in closer, pressing more of his flesh against yours. Suddenly you remember how cold you are.

“I feel like I’m falling apart,” Steven finally speaks. His gaze is locked to the floor but you know his mind is much farther away, eyes clouded with an emotion you’re unfamiliar with. “Day and night, it’s always a struggle. I don’t even remember the last time I’ve rested. Now, I’ve even managed to hurt you,”

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words, at the tone of his voice, gently placing a hand on his cheek, you force his gaze upon you.

“You didn’t hurt me,”

“You’re bleeding.”

“It was my fault. I knew you were seeing a nightmare but touched you anyway, I shouldn’t have,”

“This shouldn’t be an issue you have to face.”

You part your lips to reply but close them immediately, knowing that at this point whatever you said to him would go in one ear and not the other. Instead you continue to watch him. Observing him as he buries himself further down into his own thoughts. You wish you could do more. Fight of the beasts of his inner darkness alongside him but you can’t. Steven, despite being a goofball most of the time, kept that part locked up deep inside him. He never told you about his nightmares. Or what it was that scared him so much. Sometimes as he slept, between whispers you would try to piece together what was happening in his mind but it was all in vain.

Without so much as muttering a word, Steven touches the inside of your wrist. Fingertips grazing against the crescent shaped marks that his nails left. Surely the next day it would scar, but you pay no mind to it, you love him too much to care about trivial things such as this.

But on the other hand, Steven loves you too much to not to care about it.

He raises your wrist to his mouth and pauses when his lips barely touch the wound. The blood is pretty much all dried out, a thin layer of a scab already starting to form. You hold your breath as Steven closes the little distance and places a soft kiss against the abused skin. His lips are warm, soft, full of love, reminding you of milk tea with a bit of added honey. Your heart flutters in your chest and as if he can hear it, he looks up to you, the darkness of his eyes observing your very soul. His lips begin to pepper your skin with kisses, a sharp inhale filling your lungs as the sin of his mouth travels up your arm. A shudder runs up your spine, adding to the tremble of your already cold body.

Steven inches closer to you, his lips lingering at the patch of skin right above your shoulder. You feel the wetness of his tongue, the tip of the muscle trailing up your neck and teeth nipping the corner of your chin. Unbeknownst to you, you had closed your eyes. You only feel Steven– his lips, his tongue, the heat of his body. Much to your dismay, he parts away from you, taking the warmth he brought to your skin along with him. Your eyes open, lips quivering down at the loss of contact. Steven stares at you, his breath ghosting your face as he waits for your given permission. You nod, but at the same time voice your desires in a barely audible whisper.

“Touch me,”

As soon as you utter the words the world around you shifts into slow motion. Steven lays you on the bed, his lips never leaving your skin as he strips you of your clothes. You wish to do the same to him but he’s already bare except for his black boxer shorts. You can feel the hunger, the desperation he has lingering deep within him. He grazes his teeth along your skin, leaving a trail of fading bite marks as he reaches your breasts. You gasp as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Your back arches, pushing more of your flesh between his sinful lips. He’s eager. Tongue drawing circles around the sensitive nub as his teeth gently scrape against it. His hand snakes up your body, fingers spread out against your skin as if he was afraid to leave any part of you untouched. Steven cups your other breast, squeezing it, his fingers play with the sensitive nub. You mewl at the touch, the feel of his skin torching your body as if you were laying on top of the desert's sand. A groan ripples out of Steven’s throat, flicking his tongue against your abused nip. You moan out his name, your nails scraping the back of his head and pulling at his dark hair.

He grinds his hips, dragging his clothed erection against the wetness of your lingerie. An unsolicited moan escapes you, his cock twitching as a response.

Steven drags his tongue down your body, dipping into every curve that you’re offering him. You know what he’s planning to do. And even though you would never say no to Steven eating you out like a man starving, tonight you just want it to be about him and nothing else.

Humming, you tug on his hair and Steven promptly looks up. His gaze is a mixture between worry, self-doubt and ideniable lust. You smile at him, hoping the expression is enough to dismiss his worries.

“I want to be the one taking care of you,” you say and he decorates your stomach with open mouthed kisses. “Lay back down,”

He looks back at you with his brows furrowed, he looks almost offended– No, ashamed. Steven thinks that he’s let you down, disappointed you in some way but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Please?”

The way you flutter your lashes at him convinces him to do as he’s told. With a sigh falling from his lips, he turns, the chain rattling as he moves. Eagerly, you climb on top of him, steading yourself by placing your hands on his chest, his heart beating rapidly under your fingertips. Steven’s breath stutters and a smile spreads across your face. Leaning down, you slowly roll your hips as you close the distance between the two of you. Your heartbeats intertwine, forming a rhythm that you can listen to forever. Steven grabs your hips, squeezing your flesh as you continue to grind against him.

“Steven…” you moan.

“That’s it love,” he groans, lips brushing against yours. “Use me for your own pleasure, yeah?”

The neediness in his voice is enough to make you go feral. You kiss him, long and rough. Teeth clashing against one another, as you take in deep breaths of his scent. It’s intoxicating, mind numbing. Your hands slide to his face, feeling his cheekbones as you push your tongue between his already parted lips. Steven groans into your mouth, his tongue quickly surrendering as you explore his mouth. You take this opportunity to press your tongue against his, he tastes indescribable and you just want more and more. The tick outline of his cock rubs between your clothed cunt, leaving your thighs shaking and burning.

You bite his bottom lip as you pull away, his eyelids flutter, a hiss leaving his swollen lips. After you let go, you lean in once more and flick your tongue against the abused flesh, a groan trembles deep within him. Not wanting to wait anymore, you straighten up and slide your underwear to the side. Swiftly lowering Steven’s boxer’s, a shiver overtakes your body when you lock your eyes with him. His eyes are as dark as the night. Your fingers curl at the base of his cock as you align yourself with the tip. Before you lower yourself you give him a questioning look. His hands claw the sheets, his jaw strained as he answers your gaze.

“Is this okay?” you inquire.

He breathes out.

“Yes, god, yes–”

The feeling of it never changes.

Steven’s cock stretches you to the point you’re feeling a mixture between pleasure and pain, no matter how wet you are that is something that never changes. You carefully sink onto his cock, you have no other choice other than to go slow. Despite your hunger for one another, you cherish the journey of feeling every inch and curve of his length. He feels impeccable. Without even noticing, you close your eyes, head thrown back as you completely lose yourself in the bliss. The sensation of the cold is completely forgotten as every end of your nerve burns with your lust for him. You can feel Steven’s nails digging into your skin, trying very hard to control himself. His eyes are also shut closed, nostrils flaring with every inch he buries into you.

“Does it feel good?” you purr, wincing when his hips slightly thrust up.

Steven only nods, eyes still closed and mouth agape. He’s feeling just as much as you, losing himself in the feeling, all of his worries now pushed to the very back of his mind.

When you’re completely seated, you let out a forced breath. You can feel the constant throbbing of his cock, patiently waiting for you to finally move. The way his cock sits inside is enough to get your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. You want to tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him how much of a fool in love you are for him– But only rapid moans of his name parts from your lips.

What you can’t tell with words, you attempt to convey with action.

You set a slow pace for yourself, gently riding his cock as you let go of yourself. Grinding your hips, you lean forward, your face only an inch away from his while you ride him. Steven stares at you between hooded eyes, lips swollen and parted as your breaths mingle within the air between the two of you. Tears prick the corner of your eyes and you smile, with the roll of your hips you press your damp forehead against his.

“Steven,” you rasped. “I love you so fucking much–”

After all this time Steven is still shocked to hear those three little words. You’ve said it a million times before, and you’ll probably say it a million times after. In all reality it hurts to see him so surprised by your affections, your confessions but this wasn’t the time to voice your concerns. Instead you let him close the distance, the kiss is messy, slow– His lips sloppily sliding against yours as he slides his tongue, tasting everything you have to offer. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, wet trails reaching your chin and disappearing. Groaning into his mouth, your hips move faster, desperately as your thighs quiver everytime you lift yourself up. Steven’s hand trails down from your hips to your ass, he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Your breath hitches.

“Just, just wait,” he rasps. You halt your movements, licking your lips as you gaze into his eyes. “Let me…let me just– For a second,”

You have no idea what he’s going on about but you act as if you understand. Steven’s mouth moves against the underside of your jaw, whispering sweet nothing and praises into your skin as his hips suddenly snaps up into yours. You scream out. The erratic flutter of your heart ringing in your ears as Steven begins to pound into you like a mad man. It burns, tears rolling down your cheeks as you press your face into his chest. His one hand slides up your nape, squeezing it as the fingers of his other hand painfully digs into the flesh of your backside. He soothes you, yet the way he slams his cock hard and deep makes you think he wants to kill you. The sound of skin slapping against skin bouncing off of the walls is accompanied by your loud, wanton moans. You feel his lips against the top of your head and your cunt flutters around his cock, every gush of slick dripping down from his length and staining the white sheets. You cry out. He feels so good, too good and with every thrust he knocks the air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for air.

“I love you too,” he mutters, his hips stuttering. “Come for me– Please,”

His words are enough to send you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck– Violent and hard. A string of moans and heartfelt confessions falling from your parted lips, your body quivering as Steven continues to rock his hips into your oversensitive pussy. His movements now even more desperate and fast, he has you completely sobbing against his chest, begging him to cum inside, begging him to fill you up. He’s eager to please, muttering affirmatives as a response to everything you ask for–

His hips stutter and you feel it, the warmth steadily filling you up as he groans with his arms wrapped around your frame. You bite back a whimper, cunt throbbing and twitching while he squeezes around you. Flattening your tongue against his chest, you leave wet, sloppy kisses all over his burning skin.

Cum spills out around the sides of his length as he pulls out, the sudden emptiness leaving you cold and needy for Steven’s affection. Your head never leaves his chest as he sneaks around your chin and lifts your gaze up. His fingers shake as he tugs you close and plants a soft kiss on your wet lips. When he pulls back he doesn’t let go, longingly staring into your eyes as a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Thank you,” he mumbles. “Truly– I-I don’t know what I would do without you.”

Masking your love-struck smile, you nuzzle his chest.

When you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling you quickly made your way to the door and tried not to think about what you were wearing. Butterflies flew in your stomach and you almost felt nauseous. You took in deep breaths and finally the door opened. 

“Welcome home master.” 

Gojo stared at you in complete confusion and silence, you could see his eyebrows raised almost touching his hairline. Your eyebrow twitched with annoyance. How long was he going to stand there? 

Then finally his lips spread out into a smile. 

“Y/n!” he exclaimed, closing the door. “What’s all this about?”

“Just wanted to surprise you, master.”

Gojo tilted his head to the side, his lips forming a barely audible “oh” . He inched closer to you and leaned in what seemed to be for a kiss, instinctively you lifted your head what you expected never came. He suddenly walked towards the living room and twirled his finger. 

“Let’s see how good of a maid you are then.” 

Not answering you followed him into the living room, he sat on the couch with his legs spread open. You had no idea what he was planning and it made your palms sweat. With your arms in front of you you stood before him waiting for his commands. 

“Could you bring me a drink?” 

“Of course master.” 

You were quick to pour him some of his favorite whisky and come back, you couldn’t see his eyes but you knew he was following your every move. Trying to ignore his gaze you bent over to put the drink on the coffee table. You had forgotten that the dress you bought barely covered you so when you felt a big hand on your ass it took you by surprise, almost making you spill the drink. 

“What a slutty maid you are,” he teased, his hand caressing your backside. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“N-No.” you spurted out, your cheeks now a crimson red. 

Gojo chuckled at your flustered state and hooked his finger on the crotch area of your underwear and pulled you closer to him. A soft moan left your lips when your panties dug in between your folds and grazed your clit. 

“Hmm that was a nice noise, make it again.” 

“Yes master.” 

He tugged on your underwear again and this time you moaned louder. He licked his lips. 

“Bend over.” 

You placed both hands on the coffee table and stuck your ass in the air, the skirt of the outfit slid down your waist and exposed you completely. With one swift motion Gojo pushed your underwear down, your pussy throbbed under his heated gaze. He placed both hands on your ass and kneaded the plump flesh. Your legs trembled as your breath hitched. You were expection tonight to end in sex but didn’t thought that it would be so quick.

“Good maid,” he placed a kiss on your flesh. “All dressed up for me. You look gorgeous.” 

You were so happy that you were bent over. This way he couldn’t see that your face was beet red. 

Gojo continued to leave open mouthed kisses and soft bites all over your mounds, your skin burned every time his lips touched you, they were so soft. Spreading your cheeks open, he placed a kiss on your exposed cunt before burying his face. Your back arched up when you felt his tongue inside of you, he moaned as he lapped up your juices and teased your hole. 

“Ahh...Gojo…” you managed to say. “I’m… I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you…” 

As a reply he started teasing your clit, your body fell into a blissful haze. He rolled the sensitive nub between his fingers, making you slicker around his tongue. He eagerly thrusted the warm muscle in and out of you, the way he was pleasuring you was driving you insane, it made your whole body tremble making it harder to stay up. You started to push against him, wanting him to go deeper, faster. Forgetting your role as a maid you selfishly chased that oh so sweet release. 

With one more pull on your clit, white flashed before your eyes. 

Your whole body spasmed as you came all over his face, it was embarrassingly quick but at that moment you didn’t care at all. Your inner walls clamped around his tongue. You continued to push into his mouth as you came down from your ecstasy, he was happy to help you and lazily moved his tongue. 

When you finally came down from your high, your legs gave in and you fell to the floor. Gojo held your chin and turned you towards him only to lock your lips in a passionate kiss. He slid his tongue between your lips and let you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as your insides twitched, wanting more. 

Gojo pulled away and stared at you with a smug grin, he was clearly amused that you had come undone so easily. 

“I hope my dearest maid isn’t too worn out.” 

Receiving Oral 

Obi looked at you with worried eyes as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. You were under his desk as he sat down and did his paperwork. You knew he was tense from everything so you wanted to give him a bit of relief as he worked. 

He groaned and pressed his back against the chair as he threw his head back. Your were barely able to take half of his length inside your mouth, one of your hands was wrapped around the base of his cock and you helplessly tried to please him. 

Continuing to move your mouth and hand in perfect sync, you felt the captain’s calloused hand behind the back of your head. You hear him whisper an apology as he forced you down to take all of him in. You gagged around his massive cock and his happy trail tickled your nose. 

Obi set a painfully fast pace as he used your mouth what only you could describe as a fleshlight. Soon enough Obi was cumming down your throat, you didn’t even had the option to spit it out as you swallowed around him. Obi moaned at the sensation of your throat clenching around him and released your hair. 

He caressed your cheek as he whispered a faint thank you. 

Giving Oral 

Obi had you sitting up on your dresser. The scene that took place before you was breathtaking. Your legs were parted by the captain’s strong hands and he was kneeling before you his tongue deep in your dripping wet cunt. 

You spread your legs further apart and he went even deeper than before. His warm tongue explored your insides, moaning as he did so. If you weren’t in such a state of bliss you might’ve been embarrassed that the captain was lapping up your juices. 

He continued to fuck you with his strong tongue and your moans gradually became louder and louder. You felt your inner walls clenching around the warm muscle and by pure instinct you grabbed his head and pulled him as close as you could and held him there as you cum. Obi continued to flick his tongue as you came down from your orgasm high. 

You sighed happily as you released the captain’s head. He chuckled at your disheveled state and gave you a peck on the cheek. 

Receiving Oral

Vulcan was louder than you expected. The workshop was filled with mixed voiced of his moans and the lewd noises of your head going up and down his cock. His hand was softly placed on the back of your head and he gently tugged on your hair. 

Looking up, you traced the vein on the bottom of his cock with your tongue. You could feel him trembling. The quiet whispers of him whispering “fuck” over and over again was like music to your ears. You twirled your tongue around the tip of his impressive length and  sucked on it. Vulcan’s hips shot forward. 

With a smirk on your lips, you took his whole cock in your mouth and tightened your throat around him. Vulcan let out a groan and started to thrust his hips. He was still gentle with his movements but you ended up choking around him anyway. His cock twitched against your throat an you knew he was close. 

Just as you were preparing yourself to swallow everything that Vulcan had to offer, with a painful tug on your hair Vulcan pulled you back. He let out a moan and before you can ever process what was going on his thick warm cum splattered on your face. The liquid heavy on your eyelashes, you closed one eye as you looked up to him. 

“You look beautiful with my cum.” 

Giving Oral

Blood rushed to your cheeks as Vulcan parted your legs and then disappeared in between them. You gasped when you feel him trace his tongue along your slit. Reaching you clit, he sucked on the sensitive nub and chuckled when you let out a loud moan. 

He continued to lap your juices and suck on your clit. His warm muscle felt amazing on your cunt. Your whole body trembled by the pleasure you were feeling. Just as you were losing yourself completely to the feeling of Vulcan’s tongue, two fingers entered you. The digits slid in to you easily with how wet your were and your whole body jolted up. 

Vulcan’s mouth was latched on your clit as he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you. Curling up his digits, he put pleasure on the spongy spot inside of you which made you scream with pleasure. Vulcan continued to brush against that special spot inside of you. 

Heat building up inside of you, your inner walls clenched around Vulcan’s fingers as your whole body twitched. You saw white as you came all around his fingers, breathless. Vulcan’s fingers continued to move inside of you as you came down from your orgasm.