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Eager?~

Douma x male!reader Smut/18+ Anal+Deepthroating I can't write male y/n quite as well and I apologize for that. This was written a bit hastily for a friend, so, again, sorry. -Trixie🌸

"Come here," he whispered, beckoning you closer. "Sit down." Douma patted his lap and then waited as you clambered on. He wrapped his arms around you, whispering into your ear, "do you know what I want?"

You'd done this many times before. And you knew, yes, you knew what he wanted. You wanted it just as much as he did. So you nodded slightly, unsure if you were allowed to talk.

"Good," he muttered, tugging on your clothes. He pulled the collar of your shirt down to expose your neck. Gently, at first, he bit down. It was barely a prick but you flinched, though he'd done this time and time before. He slowly suckled on your neck, teasing you. His hands wandered over your body, letting them hover over your crotch for a minute before he went back up, sliding his cold fingers into your shirt once more. They ripped the seams of it apart until your chest was exposed. Your back was to him and he turned you to face him. He studied you carefully, smirking easily as he noticed, with satisfaction, that you were flushed. "Do you like that?" he whispered.

You nodded again, though he knew the answer already. He just wanted you to admit it. "Say it out loud.. Do you like it?" Douma said quietly. 

"Yes.. I.. I do," you whispered back, afraid to ruin the mood if you spoke loudly. 

His smiled curled and he went back down to your neck, his fingers lightly running over your chest, your collarbone, your arms. They roamed up and down your back carefully as his mouth left hickeys all over your neck, gentle at first, but growing harsher and harsher. Blood dripped from your neck as his teeth penetrated your skin. You tried not to wince, but he noticed and pulled away. "Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?" he said, raising an eyebrow in mock worry.

You shook your head slowly and he smiled. "Good." Then, in a painfully slow way, he undressed you, pausing to admire every curve and line in your body before he picked you up and sat you comfortably on his lap. He lifted your chin up and you met his gaze. His eyes flickered over your face and he leaned in to kiss you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around you body as the kiss deepened. You could feel his cold touch on your back as his hands made their way down. He pulled away from you and said, "how far?"

How far would you like to go. He always asked that, and never actually paid mind to your answer. "As far as you would like, Master," you were to say. And you did, because if you didn't, he might break you beyond repair. Beyond what even a demon might be able to hold.

He nodded and you stood up obediently, as you always did. He slowly unbuckled his belt, watching your eyes track his movements. He pulled off his clothes until he stood in nothing. He didn't move at first, always loving the way your eyes took in his whole body. He was already erect, which was why he'd called you over. Often you wondered what caused this. Douma moved quickly, suddenly, pushing you against the closest wall and sticking his fingers into your mouth. In a low, husky voice, he told you to suck. Though his fingernails were long, they didn't once scratch or injure you as his fingers moved methodically inside your mouth, collecting saliva. He pulled them out after a minute and watched the sticky liquid drip from his fingers. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock, pleasuring himself until it was fully coated. He smiled at you as your gaze dropped with his hand. "Mmhm, eager today, no?" he hummed.

You said nothing, standing against the wall still, waiting, watching. Douma breathed a soft breeze of cold air onto you, making you shiver. He bent down poking chest then smiled. "Let's start here, no?" 

You nodded. Douma's mouth clamped over your nipples, sucking softly until he felt the buds harden. He looked up at you, noticing your hand covered your mouth. He took your arm and pinned it behind your back. "Let me hear you, my love. Let me hear those beautiful sounds~" 

Nodding again, you let your throat relax as he continued. Rather suddenly, he bit your neck again, causing you to squeal in surprise. He laughed collecting the little blood that had come from the puncture and licking it. "Hmm, sweet.." He looked straightened up then looked down at you with an almost menacing gaze, almost laughing as you shrank down. He picked you up and placed you on his hip as if you were a child. Then he said, in a falsely sweet tone, "how about we wait for a little bit~?" knowing full well you didn't want to.

You started to shake your head, defiant. He raised an eyebrow. "No? And why do you say no? You want to disobey me?"

You jolted as his hand holding your waist tightened. You could feel his cock so harshly pressing against your leg. You knew he wanted this merely to watch you struggle, and you didn't want to struggle. You wanted this now. Now!! But.. but he would make it worse if you disagreed, so you didn't, and just shook your head, sighing, dejected.

"Good," he whispered. Your eyes dropped down as he took you to the bed, letting you fall down onto it before laying next to you. He placed you on his lap, your legs on either side of his erection, and he got a book. He started reading it and you waited, annoyed. You were extremely aroused with all his teasing and you wanted him to continue, but you knew he wouldn't until you were on your knees begging. Except maybe this time he'll get too anxious to start and he'll be begging for you! Of course, if you could last that long. But you would. Yes, you will.

And so it went on. For an hour he read then switch to writing something down. You sat on his lap, shifting, eyeing his cock. Douma seemed to be paying no mind to you, however, which made you agitated. But you had to be paitent until he go impaitent. Except it seemed like he wouldn't ever when the second hour went. And by the third you were shifting so much, Douma looked up and said, "is anything wrong?" There was a smirk playing under his mock worry and he shifted slightly, his hand brushing over your own erection. You tensed but shook your head, wanting to last longer than he did. 

But unfortunately it went as he had planned. Again. You found yourself unable to contain yourself and you turned abruptly on his lap and opened your mouth to speak. He put his hand up and said, "If you want to speak, it must only be of one thing. And you know what I mean."

You sighed, annoyed. Nodding, you mumbled, "C-can we please start now..? I.. I want to.."

He smirked. "Dear, your master can't hear you.. Speak louder," Douma teased.

You groaned quietly but complied. "Can we start now?" you pleaded, your tone quite obviously desperate. 

"Start what~?" he asked.

"Start.. you know what I mean..!" you huffed, crossing your arms.

"Hm.. do I?" he asked, bringing his hand to your cock and stroking it lightly, putting you on edge. 

"Please!!" you whimpered.

He laughed and gave in. "Alright then, you did say please~!" He shifted on the bed and nuzzled you. "Where should we start~?"

He didn't even 'start.' No, instead he went straight into it. He grabbed your by your hair and pushed your head down, making sure your mouth was securely around his erection. He made you deepthroat him, no matter how much he caught you by surprise, and every time you always choked, his cold hands roaming your body as he let out satisfied moans of pleasure.

Eventually you could hardly breathe as he pushed your head further down and he made to pull out, then bucked his hips forward. You spluttered as he continued, urging you to make him cum. It took quite a while and you felt you might pass out but he came eventually and you pulled yourself up heavily, swallowing the sticky liquid the best you could. He went over to you and pinned you down, kissing your jaw, your neck, your lips. He wasn't going to be gentle. No, not anymore.

He pinned your hands over your head then used his other hand to line up his cock to your asshole, waiting for a short second before pushing inside, not an ounce of pity for your small body. Your screams of pain were muffled by his hand and you bit your lip to stop the tears running down your cheeks.

"Was I too harsh on you~?" he said, his voice mocking. He knew he was, but he loved to see you like this.

You said nothing, waiting for him to continue. And he did, continuing to pump inside you, though never going fully in. After all you were still human. Your back arched as the pain slowly morphed to pleasure and the movement of his hips was quick to speed up. You whimpered as he decided to push himself fully in, and you could feel yourself growing close to release. Douma's lip curled into a tight smile as he heard you speak your want to cum. "Already~? If you're going to release so soon perhaps I'm not good enough for you?" he asked, moving faster.

You shook your head. No, it was quite the opposite. But you were in no state to object and you said nothing. He smirked. "Perhaps we should go a few rounds more if you're already 'done.'"

His movement grew faster and your moans grew louder with them. Then, panting, and sweaty, you came all over yourself and him. Your body relaxed for only yet a second but then tensed again when Douma didn't stop, only going even harsher than before. 

"Don't sleep yet, we still have a long way to go, darling~" he whispered, his voice carrying over the dirty sounds filling the bedroom. "You better pray for yourself."