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Sitting at the table with 6 brothers, you nervously watch for the 3rd brother’s arrival. He typically is never this late for breakfast, regardless of staying up far too late in the night to tend to one of his many hobbies-- watching anime, recording videos for DevilTube, or playing video games.
Your face twists in worry, recalling that Leviathan had been avoiding you like a plague. He had been ignoring your D.D.D. messages, not looking at you while you were in the same room, and somehow, being even more of a shut-in than he already was. You feel an ache in your heart, missing your best friend. Although you love all the brothers more than you can explain, Leviathan was special to you. You can’t recall exactly when this distinction between him and his brothers began, but all you know is that his apparent evasion of you was nothing short of painful.
Sighing, you push your plate farther from you, indicating you were finished with your meal. All the brothers could sense your low mood, turning a head toward you. You did not intend to bring attention to yourself, crossing your arms across yourself as to make yourself disappear. This, clearly, did not work. Lucifer raises an eyebrow, trying to read your face.
“Is there something troubling you this morning?” The oldest asks, tilting his head.
“I-” You begin, but you’re suddenly cut off by Mammon.
“Don’t ya try to lie to us, neither! We can all tell that somethin’ is botherin’ you. You’re not your usual self, and ya haven’t been for the last few days!” The white-haired demon exclaims, pointing his index finger at you. To anyone else, Mammon would sound upset and accusatory, yet you can read the worry all over his face. You sigh once more, rubbing your eyes and feeling fatigued although the day just started.
“Fine. It’s Leviathan. He’s been avoiding me!” You rest your head on the table. “He won’t answer my messages, he refuses to make eye contact with me, and he’s withdrawn more than he normally is-- I mean, I didn’t know that was even possible!” You grumble.
Asmodeus nods in agreement. “We’ve all actually noticed as well.”
“Can’t say we know exactly why, though,” Beelzebub explains in between bites from his third plate of the morning. “Sometimes he can get in these weird moods.”
“That’s true,” Asmodeus remarks, “However, he hasn’t been ignoring any of us...” He trails off, shooting you a sympathetic smile.
“Do ya want me to go ask him what’s up?!” Mammon stands up, as if he were interrogating you. “You may not be able to break down his door, but the Great Mammon can do anything!” He states, with a smug smile on his face.
Laughing, you turn his offer down. “I don’t think that will be necessary, but thanks Mammon. Plus, I don’t want to pry into his privacy. What if I did something to upset him, but I didn’t realize it?”
“Leviathan, in the past, has had a difficult time expressing his feelings,” Lucifer discloses, “I would imagine this is also currently the case. There may be nothing you can do except give him the space he needs. Eventually, he will come around. However, in the slight chance that he doesn’t, I will personally speak with him. In any case, I cannot have tension between a demon and a human in our exchange program. It would reflect poorly on us in Diavolo’s eyes.”
You nod in understanding. Silently, you stand up, carrying your plate to the kitchen, your food barely touched. You try to quiet your thoughts, but you can’t help but worry that maybe you did accidentally hurt Leviathan.
You try to recall the last time you spent time with him. It was almost a week ago now. He had invited you to his room to watch a few episodes of a new anime series he had just received from Akuzon. He was particularly excited about this one, as it was a spin-off of an all-time favorite series he adored. Mentally scratching your head, you can’t think of a single thing that you could have said or done to provoke his avoidance of you.
“Hey, overthinker,” Satan smiles as he walks into the kitchen, startling you. “Don’t worry about Leviathan so much. I’ve known him to get upset over the most miniscule things-- and this is coming from the Avatar of Wrath. And I can tell you’re doing mental gymnastics at the moment.”
“I’m just really worried,” You admit. “I know I’ve never really… dealt with any of you being angry with me for an extended amount of time. It’s always so short-lived, and there’s always apologies and forgiveness. I guess it’s just new to me.”
“I know how much he means to you,” He says softly, leaning on the sink counter beside you. He turns to look at you. “But that doesn’t mean that you are particularly to blame. Just because someone is upset with you doesn’t mean that you actually did something wrong.”
You furrow your eyebrows at his statement. Then what…
“By the way, us demons have sensitive hearing,” He smiles sheepishly with a blush rising to his cheeks. “We’ve been hearing your… night time festivities all week.”
“What? My night time-” You start to question, and then abruptly leave your sentence hanging in the air. Your face heats up in embarrassment as you turn your attention to the ground, wanting to look anywhere except directly at Satan. “I… okay, noted. Sorry.” You mumble.
“No, nothing to be sorry about,” Satan explains, “I just figured you’d like to know. It almost feels like an invasion of privacy to not tell you.”
You continue to stare at the ground, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Satan immediately notices.
“Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about here. We’re thousands of years old, and honestly, could care less about your personal endeavors,” he says, soothing you. “I just didn’t want you to find out from someone like Asmodeus, who could potentially make you feel worse about yourself-- not on purpose, of course, but I think you understand what I’m getting at. I just wanted to let you know in a private space, just the two of us, out of respect. I never intended to make you uncomfortable. The topic isn’t taboo to us whatsoever.”
“Thank you, Satan,” you respond, being genuinely thankful for his courtesy. “I’m uncomfortable, but it’s not really your fault.” You breathily laugh. “I just… I don’t know how I didn’t realize.”
“Nothing to worry about, especially since you’re already wearing yourself thin by worrying about Levi-” Satan stops mid-sentence. Almost like reading his mind, you quickly come to the conclusion that he suddenly came to.
After standing in silence for a few seconds, you decide to speak your thoughts first. “You don’t think…?” You ask. Satan understands your unfinished question. He snickers.
“What, that maybe Leviathan is ignoring you because he’s been hearing you moaning loudly every night and is too embarrassed to even be in the same room as you? It’s possible.”
You groan out loud. “I can’t deal with this.”
Satan laughs. “Sorry, not laughing at you, just the situation. Well, I wish I had advice, but this would be a time that I’m speechless. As much as I hate to say this, Lucifer may be the better sibling to discuss this with.”
“I am absolutely not doing that,” You deadpan. “I need to figure this out on my own, honestly.”
“Good luck. I wouldn’t know how to navigate this if I were you, especially with Leviathan. That man can be as unreadable as an empty journal at times.”
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You walk into your room, face planting into your soft pillow, and let out a long groan of frustration. Surely, you and Satan were just speculating incorrectly, right? It’s true you’ve been masturbating every night the past week as you felt especially pent up. But there’s no way that Leviathan would ignore you just because he heard you pleasuring yourself in your room.
His avoidance would make more sense if he knew that he was the main source of your fantasies every night. But there’s no way he would know that.
Right?
Sighing in defeat, you decide to just take a nap. No one has classes today, and you revel in the feeling of your blankets wrapped around you and the freedom of nearly no worries. Nearly.
You’re drifting to sleep when you feel your D.D.D. vibrating. You shoot up, frustrated that you’re being rudely robbed from your rare nap. Picking up your phone, you squint at the screen. Your heart plummets to your stomach. Leviathan. He was calling you.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!
You blink, worried for a minute that you were possibly dreaming. With shaky hands, you apprehensively click the green answer button.
“Hello?” Your voice is hoarse, laced with sleep.
“Oh, hey,” Leviathan replies, in a shocked tone that convinces you he’s appalled you bothered to pick up. “What are you doing?”
“I was trying to nap until you called me.” You grumble, trying not to sound irritable.
“Oh, sorry…” The demon trails off. You can almost imagine him biting his lip, wracking his brain and trying to figure out what to say next.
“It’s alright, Levi. So, calling me out of the blue after ignoring me for almost a week? That takes a lot of guts.” You fail to conceal the resentment in your voice. It immediately makes you feel guilty.
“I know, I know, I… can you just come to my room?” Leviathan asks softly. “I want to see you. And talk to you. I…” He mumbles the last few words of the sentence too quietly for you to hear.
“You what?”
“I miss you,” He admits, voice quivering. “Can you just hurry?”
“Alright, give me a few minutes and I’ll be there,” You rise from your bed, stretching your arms and legs. “Is the code still the same or did you change it to avoid me further?” You try joking. Surprisingly, you hear a faint chuckle.
“It’s still the same. But I’ll leave it unlocked for you.”
He hangs up, and suddenly you feel dizzy. If the reason he has been avoiding you is the conclusion that you and Satan came to, then you have absolutely no idea how this is going to pan out. Would he even explain why he was going out of his way to see or speak to you? Would he try to evade the situation entirely, acting as if it never occurred?
Steadying yourself, you climb out of bed, and leave to his room. The feeling of anxiety swirls through your body like a tornado, wreaking havoc on you. You shiver, the House of Lamentation feeling particularly cold this morning (coupled with your nervousness). You wish you would have brought a hoodie or cardigan along with you. You’re still wearing your attire from breakfast, sporting a loose t-shirt of your favorite color with comfortable gray sweatpants. They bring you comfort as they are wonderfully cozy, but they also remind you of your days off back in the human realm. Asmodeus may make fun of you for them, claiming you have a ‘bad taste in fashion’, but you couldn’t care less about his opinions regarding your clothing choices (especially on days for resting).
It isn’t long before you find yourself in front of Leviathan’s door. You slowly turn the handle, peering into his room. He’s sitting in his gaming chair positioned in front of his PC, legs crossed underneath him with no knowledge you’ve entered. You focus your eyes to his headphones, remembering they’re noise cancelling. You sigh, opening the door fully, stepping in and closing it behind you. You walk to Leviathan, tapping your finger on his shoulder. He looks up in anger for a moment, most likely suspecting that Mammon made his way inside considering he left his door unlocked. However, when he sees that it’s you, his expression softens, and he mutes his mic.
“S-sorry! Give me just a minute, I thought I could play this match faster than you would come. But I’m carrying my team, and it’s taking longer.” He grumbles. You just nod in reply.
You decide to sit on his ottoman by his bathtub, patiently waiting for him to finish his game. The silence in the room is uncomfortable to say the least, and your anxiety levels rise further. However, soon enough, he takes his headphones off, and turns around in his chair to face you. You wish that you would have been thinking of what to say while you were waiting for him. No time for that now. To your relief, he speaks first.
“Hey,” He says, speaking softly. “I- I uh, asked you to come here because I felt bad for ignoring your messages and calls.”
You raise an eyebrow. “You’ve also been avoiding me. What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
He shakes his head fervently. “No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was… sort of a personal issue.” He looks down at the ground, avoiding eye contact.
“Personal issue? Care to elaborate?” You inquire, worrying you’re pushing too far.
“It- I- It was just, um, I don’t know how to say.”
You sigh. “Leviathan, we are best friends. You can tell me anything. If you don’t want to share, that’s okay, but I don’t want you thinking that I’ll judge you or won’t care. Because I’ve never judged you, and I can assure you that won’t end now. And I care for you. A lot. You refusing to even come to breakfast broke my heart. I just want to be there for you.”
He looks back up at you. You notice his subtle anxious energy-- his foot tapping on the ground, him biting his cheek, and him rubbing his hands together. As each second passes, your speculation regarding the reason for his avoidance starts to seem less like a theory and more like the truth.
“This is different though, it’s embarrassing,” He faintly says. “I- it’s going to make you uncomfortable! I don’t even think I can say it.” He covers his face with his arm, once again directing his attention to the ground.
Well, you suppose it’s now or never.
“Levi, is the reason you’ve been avoiding me is because you’ve been hearing me at night?”
“HUH?” He blurts, face turning unbelievably red, covering it further. “I- you- how--”
“Satan and I realized this morning after he informed me that he heard me too. I didn’t know I was being loud-- or maybe I wasn’t even loud, but you guys just have such good hearing,” You mumble. “I didn’t think about it. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…”
“It.. It didn’t make me uncomfortable.” He murmurs.
“Then why were you avoiding me?” You ask, dumbfounded.
He stares back up at you, and begins to laugh, a blush still on his cheeks. “You.. really can’t figure that out?”
“I suppose I can’t, just tell me already!”
His smile leaves his face, and he begins shaking his head. “Nevermind, this was stupid. I’m stupid. I- I thought maybe I’d be confident enough to explain how I feel, and yet here I am, looking like an idiot! I’m just… so worthless. I don’t know why I thought…”
“Leviathan,” The tone in your voice startles the demon out of his self-loathing trance. “You’re not any of those things. What do you mean, what feelings are you rambling about? Please, just talk to me. It isn’t fair for you to not speak to me for so long, and then suddenly clam up!” Your voice is raising as you speak, although unintentionally. You’re beyond frustrated at this point. “Of course I’ll respect your wishes if you don’t want to discuss anything right now, but please, just… talk to me. About anything. I miss you.”
“Y-you haven’t noticed my feelings for you?” He asks, clearly irritated.
“Your what?” You breathe. Suddenly everything feels frozen in time, as if you will be stuck in his room for eternity.
“I-- I like you. So much. I want you all to myself!” Leviathan abruptly snaps, voice raising to match the volume of yours. He was becoming angry. “You spend so much time with my brothers, and it’s so difficult for me! You probably like all of them more than me… it’s not fair. It’s just not fair!” Leviathan stands, his demon form making an appearance. Black and purple coral-like horns protrude from his hair, scales appearing on his neck. His tail thrashes behind him as he starts pacing, repeating ‘not fair’.
You sit astonished, staring at the demon in front of you. Speechless, you can do nothing but watch him as he appears to unravel in your presence. Where did this come from?
“I’m nothing like my brothers. I’m just a shut-in, disgusting, envious otaku. That’s all there is to me. No wonder you would fall in love with any of the other 6-- hell, all the other 6!” He stops pacing, standing in front of you. “It hurts so much. I don’t want you to love anyone else. I want you to love me.” His voice quivers, lowering his voice to a much softer volume.
“Levi, I didn’t know you felt this way about me,” you breathe. “Why didn’t you say anything before now?”
“I didn’t know how to! I’ve never had feelings for a real person, demon, or anything! I thought I was incapable of yearning for somebody real, and then… you appeared.” He sits back down in his chair, demon form still present. “I’m sorry. I-- I shouldn’t have just sprung all that on you. It’s just-- my feelings for you are so strong. I’ve never felt anything this strongly before except my envy. And I chase that feeling. I--I want to feel anything except for envy.”
You think back to Lucifer’s earlier words this morning, when he explained that Leviathan wasn’t good discussing his feelings. You begin to wonder if this is one exception. Sure, he was somewhat word vomiting in front of you, but he was getting his message across very well.
“I will agree that this is out of nowhere, but…” You take a deep breath. Fuck it. “What would you say to me if I told you I felt the same way about you? That you’re more than a best friend to me?”
Leviathan snaps his head up to look you directly in the eyes. You can’t decipher the emotion written on his face. “Are you-- are you really saying you like me?” He asks, burying his face in his arm once again. “Even after I just gave you many reasons not to?”
You stand up, and find yourself right in front of Leviathan. You put your hands on his shoulders, startling him slightly. A blush forms on his cheeks, rising up to the tip of his ears.
“I want you to listen to me, and listen very closely,” you say, making eye contact. “I love every quality of yours. If I have to tell you thousands of times, I will. And I will never grow tired of reminding you of why I love you. I’ve never felt so close to anyone-- not even a person from the human realm. The bond we share is indescribable to me. And you can choose not to believe me, but that means I’ll work just as hard to prove it to you.”
Leviathan tries shifting his gaze elsewhere, but you softly place your hand under his chin, making him look at you. “Are you listening to me, Levi?”
“Yes,” He breathes, eyes trailing from yours, down your nose and landing on your lips. “S-sorry.”
“For what?” You ask, crawling into his lap. Leviathan, Mr. I Despise All Physical Contact, never minds touching when it comes to you.
“I just… I can’t believe that I just spewed all that out at you. It must have been overwhelming. I-- I feel like an idiot.” He sighs in frustration.
“You’re not an idiot. And even if you were, you’re my idiot.” You smile at the demon. You run your fingers through his beautiful, soft purple hair, slightly grazing one of his horns. At this, he lets a small moan out. He immediately raises his hand to his mouth, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
“S-sorry!” He exclaims. If you weren’t in his lap, you’re sure he’d be scrambling for somewhere to hide. You want to laugh at the contrast of his behavior now versus just mere minutes ago. Going from the embodiment of flaming envy, to a shy, loving creature. That was Leviathan. And you loved all of him.
“I like you, Leviathan. Very much. You should’ve told me earlier, silly.” You grin at him.
“Y-you could’ve just as well told me!” He retorts, a blush still remaining on his face.
“Fair enough,” You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Am I really doing this right now?” Leviathan asks the rhetorical question aloud. “This is such… normie stuff! I-I mean, you’re sitting on my lap right now, telling me how much you like me, and I-” The demon trails off, rambling about how he’s totally disappointing the otaku gods that exist. While he’s ranting, you suddenly realize something that you aren’t quite sure how you missed.
He’s hard.
This knowledge sends butterflies soaring through your stomach, and suddenly you feel your skin burning. You stare back up at him, still reciting his internal monologue. With sudden boldness, you grind ever so slightly on him to watch for his reaction. His breath hitches, and your every nerve goes wild. With more confidence, you grind with more intent, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. He stops talking, looking at you, breathing suddenly irregularly.
“W-what are you d-doing?” He breathes, the sound of your name on his tongue sending shivers down your spine.
“I won’t do anything you aren’t okay with,” You lean in, whispering in his ear. “I just want you to believe that you’re a masterpiece in my eyes.”
“S-show me.” He replies softly, blushing so hard that his face could compete with the color of Lucifer’s ruby eyes.
“Are you sure?” You double check for confirmation, and he simply nods in agreement.
The thought suddenly occurs to you that although being thousands of years old, he most likely has little to no sexual experience. The idea puts immense pressure on you for a moment, but you shake the feeling off, and take a deep breath. This is for Leviathan. He deserves it. He deserves to feel loved.
You place your right hand at the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. Leaning down, you lightly place your lips on his. He cants his head, hesitantly deepening the kiss. He has a lot of confidence for someone who’s never done this before, and it sends a shock of arousal through you. Parting your lips, you bite at his bottom lip, causing him to whimper.
Oh fuck. You make a mental note to try to pull more sounds like that from him.
Deciding to take the lead, you move your lips from his and make a trail down his face, leaving soft kisses down his neck. He sighs, and puts his hands on your hips. You grind down once again, pulling a hiss from the demon below you. You smirk, continuing your work on his neck, tempted to leave marks.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You worry that Leviathan is caught up in his lust-- you don’t want him to do anything he’ll regret. In reply, Leviathan grinds his hips up into you, earning a shocked moan from the both of you.
With full confidence, you push your lips into his again. All hesitation on the demon’s side has faded, and he kisses you in a frenzy, as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever eat. Your tongues move together, exploring the others’ mouth, and the growing fire pit in your stomach increases tenfold.
Pulling back from him, you purr against his ear, “Hands up.” He follows your direction, and you pull his t-shirt off of him, revealing a smooth yet toned chest and abs. Well, that is certainly a surprise; not that you’re complaining. You lean back slightly, and take your shirt off as well, not wanting to leave the demon feeling unfairly exposed. Moving back to his ear, you nip slightly at it, earning a growl from Leviathan. You advance down to his neck, peppering kisses once again, and make your way to his chest.
Stepping from his lap, you get on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but kiss down his entire torso, admiring his beauty, reveling in the small sighs that he lets slip his lips. You reach the waistband of his pants, licking a long stripe horizontally. Looking up, you take in the sight before you. Leviathan has his eyes fixated on you, pupils blown, a blush painting his face and his chest. A light sheen of sweat already reflects from his body. His tail is flowing freely behind him, reminding you he’s still in demon form. You wish you could stare at him forever. He breathes heavily, hands gripping the arms of his chair.
“Relax,” Your voice says, dripping with lust. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“O-okay,” He breathes. “J-just… I’ve never…” He tapers off.
“Don’t worry,” You reassure him. “I promise to take good care of you, Levi. Help me get these off.” You gesture to his pants. Nodding, he pulls his pants down, and you help him remove them fully. Running your finger under his waistband, you graze the head of his cock. You tug his underwear down, not fully taking them off. His dick pops out, hard and already dripping with precum. The length was a little above average-- and he was thick. Smirking, you lean over and leave a small kitten lick on his head, tasting him. Leviathan whines at the small gesture, and it motivates you further.
Taking his head into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around it, allowing spit to drip down. You take your hand and gather the drool to coat the rest of him. You look directly up at him, then slowly wrap your lips around him, sinking down. He lets out a moan, hands gripping his chair tighter. You begin bobbing your head up and down, marveling at the way the demon throws his head back.
“Ah, f-fuck,” He moans, moving his shaky hands to thread his fingers in your hair lightly. “That feels s-so good.”
Your stomach flutters with arousal as you continue your ministrations. Every moan and whimper you pull from Leviathan makes you only want to please him more. You take him as far as you can, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You suppress a gag, and cease your movements to compose yourself. A thought enters your head, and you pull back from him, making Leviathan hiss at the sudden loss.
“Would you like to fuck my mouth?” You purr, taking him into your hand and stroking him. His eyes go wide at your question.
“If that’s okay with y-you.” He replies breathily. You nod, and return your mouth to the head of his dick. You part your lips and stare at him, giving him a wordless signal. He grabs your hair lightly, and thrusts in once, pulling back with a shiver. He initiates a slow pace, thrusting in and out of your mouth, biting his bottom lip. He grabs your hair tighter, earning him a moan from you. The vibrations around his cock shoot straight through him, and he begins thrusting faster.
“Ngh, ah shit,” Leviathan whimpers your name. “I could-- ah-- cum like this.”
Pulling back, you wipe your mouth. “Do you want to?”
He laughs shakily. “Yes, but no. I was wondering if… if maybe you wanted… more?”
You raise an eyebrow and smirk. “Elaborate?”
“I- we don’t have to! I just-- I’ve thought about it a lot…” He goes shy, voice meek. So cute.
“Oh? Is that so?” You ask, rising off the ground to face him. You notice your own sweatpants are still on, so you pull them off you, tossing them to the ground. You straddle him once again. “Tell me more.”
Leviathan looks like he might spontaneously combust at this question.
“How have you been thinking about fucking me, Leviathan?” He shivers at his name falling from your lips, trying to roll his hips into yours. “Ah ah. No. I want to hear what you’ve been thinking of. Because if you’re curious, every night you’ve heard me this week, I was thinking of you.”
These words seem to snap something in him. He grabs the back of your neck and smashes his lips on yours, ravenously kissing you. You match his energy, and begin grinding down on him. “I thought of you every single night,” You tell him, breaking the kiss, continuing to move your hips. The pressure of his cock on your clit makes you whine. “I wondered how you’d feel inside of me, how desperate you could make me; I imagined the noises you’d make, and you begging to cum inside me. So, tell me, how much did you enjoy hearing me get off to you?”
Growling, Leviathan picks you up, his strength never failing to amaze you. He takes you to his bathtub, laying you gently on the comforter that he sleeps with. “This alright?” He asks. You nod at him.
“I want you to show me what to do,” He states. “I want you to feel good, too. I want to do this right.”
Your heart bursts in affection, your cheeks turning red. “Okay,” You take his hand and put it on your stomach, guiding him down to the waistband of your underwear; his breath hitches when you place his fingers over your aching clit, still clothed. “Rub lightly.” Your voice comes out shaky.
Listening, he starts rubbing your clit in circles, slowly. You moan quietly, thankful for the friction you’ve been craving. However, you realize it’s not nearly enough. “Take them off for me.” You whisper. At this, his long, slender fingers dip under your underwear, sliding them off in a gentle, swift motion. For a moment, he admires the view: you’re dripping, your clit swollen and throbbing from arousal. All for him. The thought drives him to the brink of insanity.
“Put a finger inside of me.” You say, though it sounds almost like a command. However, just like a soldier following orders, he slowly inserts his index finger into you, carefully studying your face for a reaction. You gasp at his finger slowly moving inside of you, and reach to rub over one of your ignored nipples, still in your bra. “May I?” Leviathan gently asks, eyeing the lacy fabric. You nod, craving any kind of touch from the demon.
Sitting up, you turn slightly, allowing him to access your bra. After fumbling for a few seconds, it comes unclasped, and you sigh at the relief. He stares at your breasts in admiration, mouth agape. Cautiously, he glides a finger across a nipple. The sensation, along with a finger still pumping in and out of you, has you throwing your head back in ecstasy. “P-put another finger in.” You murmur. Leviathan listens to your every request intently, sliding his middle finger in beside the other. You moan at the stretch, increasingly becoming impatient to learn how his cock would feel inside you rather than his fingers.
“Curl your fingers up,” You exhale shakily. Leviathan rubs two fingers against the spongy surface inside of you, and you let out a strangled moan. “Good boy…”
At the pet name, Leviathan’s breath hitches, and he moves his fingers faster. You suddenly feel a familiar tight coil making itself known deep in your stomach, and you know you’re starting to get close.
“Y-you feel really tight and warm,” Leviathan comments, his breath taken from him. “I can’t imagine that I’d last long inside of you.” His voice comes across as soft and slightly insecure. Stalling his movements by grabbing his wrist, you slowly guide his fingers out of you, mentally whining at the feeling of emptiness. He stares at you, and there’s a vague look of worry written on his face.
“Sorry, I was going to cum soon if you kept going.” You clarify, and the demon’s facial expression softens for just a moment before returning to a feral expression. He looked as if he wanted to devour you.
To your astonishment, Leviathan takes both fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He hums in delight, eyes further showcasing the hunger that’s consuming him. You crash your lips onto his once more, tasting yourself. You were both at a breaking point-- you needed him to be inside you, and he’d be damned if he didn’t feel that tight, wet heat clenching around his cock.
“So, how does this work?” You begin, realizing that birth control was the last thing on your mind at the moment. “I mean, like, condoms and stuff…”
“I can’t impregnate a human,” Leviathan explains. “Just… doesn’t work. I guess the science doesn’t add up or something.” You smile at this, and look at him once more for final confirmation.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more in my whole existence,” Leviathan states, stroking his cock in front of you. “Well… except maybe a limited edition Ruri-chan figurine that was in an online giveaway like, last year. She was-”
“Levi, I adore you, but can we save this particular conversation for later?” You ask, amused.
“S-sorry!” He exclaims, his arm going to cover his face as a defense mechanism. You reach up to pull his arm away, smiling gently up at him. You hope that he can read the fondness on your face.
Lying on your back, you spread your legs, calves hanging off his tub. You stick two fingers inside yourself-- you’ve never been this wet before. Replacing your hand with Leviathan’s, you cover his cock in your slick. “Fuck me, please.”
Leviathan lines the head up with your entrance, looking down to make sure you’re comfortable. You give him a nod, and he pushes in slowly. You moan quietly and your body shivers in anticipation. It already feels so good.
“Fuck, fuck,” Leviathan pants. “Y-you okay?”
“Mhm,” You hum, not needing to adjust to him-- you were more than ready. “You can move.”
The demon above you slowly pulls out and thrusts back in, cursing as he does so. And at this point, you’re pretty sure that by the time you cum, you’ll be seeing stars, as you feel so full and good. He begins a steady rhythm; he’s not going too fast nor slow, not too hard or soft. He’s mastered a perfect pace for the time being, one that has you moaning his name.
“P-please keep doing that,” Leviathan breathes. “Wanna hear you s-say my name.”
Adhering to his request, you notice that while he has one hand grabbing a hip, the other hand is covering his mouth. And that just won’t do.
“I want to hear you, too.” You say, removing his hand that’s keeping his noises at bay. As soon as his hand is at your other hip, he begins whimpering, just as he did earlier when you bit his bottom lip. Except this time it’s louder, and makes your stomach flutter in a way that’s almost agonizing. You need more.
“F-faster,” You pant. “Please Levi, I need you so bad.”
On cue, he snaps his hips at a quicker pace, and you can’t help the moans that escape from your lips. Although he’s a virgin, he’s not stupid; his thrusts are calculated and the opposite of sloppy. Suddenly you feel his cool tail wrap around your waist, and he pulls you closer to him. You whine into his ear, and this seems to egg him on as he begins pounding you.
“Ah, ah, fuck,” He moans your name. “You feel so fucking good, oh god. I knew you would, I knew you would feel s-so fucking-- ah, tight. So good.” He praises, words spilling from his lips like a prayer.
“Is this what you thought about, Levi?” You ask in between gasps. “Is this why you couldn’t even be in the same room as me? Because you thought about you making me sound like this?”
“Y-yes,” He replies, and you notice that his thighs are starting to shake. “I-I wanted to be the one that made you feel good. Every night that I heard you, I just wanted to fuck your brains out.” He thrusts into you particularly hard as he grunts out the last three words. “I wanted to be good for you.”
“Then be a good boy and fulfill a fantasy of mine,” You whisper. “Choke me with your tail.”
At this, his pace increases even more so, and his tail unwraps from your waist, sliding up your torso. He gently wraps it around your neck, not applying pressure quite yet. You grab his tail with a hand, giving it a small squeeze. In response, he begins choking you, and you feel pure bliss. You try to moan but you can’t make noise; your mouth falls open in a silent scream.
“I can’t last much longer,” Leviathan whines. “I- I can’t. Not with you writhing underneath me like this, my tail around your neck, I- ah, fuck!”
Leviathan begins pounding you more sloppily, and you tap his tail to indicate you need air. As he loosens his hold, you inhale deeply. You see spots but you’re completely engulfed in the feeling. The demon reaches down, rubbing slow circles on your clit, and begins to grip your neck once more. Your thighs start trembling, and your eyes go wide, looking at him directly in the eyes. His fucked out expression, the sweat running down his face, the whimpers he makes, and his tail around your neck is enough to push you over the edge.
“Levi, I’m--!” You manage to moan out, and suddenly you’re having the best orgasm of your life. Your toes curl and your back arches, and you try to cry out his name, but it’s once again cut off by Leviathan’s tail, now twitching. You feel swept out to sea, drowning in an ocean of pleasure.
“You’re so perfect,” Leviathan breathes, “I- Shit, you feel so good around me right now, so tight, I can’t, I’m gonna fucking-- fuck!” Leviathan’s hips stutter and he wails, spilling inside of you, pumps growing slower as he comes down from his high. He’s shaking; his entire body is trembling, particularly his thighs. He, too, has been cast away at sea.
Collapsing on top of you, he tries to catch his breath. You smile, feeling completely fulfilled, and start giggling. Leviathan looks up at you. “What’s funny? Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” You clarify quickly. “I’m just really happy.”
At this, he buries his face in your chest, a blush rising all the way to the top of his ears. “S-stop!”
“Stop what? You’re cute.” You run a hand through his sweaty hair.
“Whatever.” He grumbles, but you can feel a smile form on his cheeks against your skin.
You could lie there forever with him. For Leviathan, you’d drown out at sea.