Oral Distraction

by earthliving

Summary:

Scenarios of MC helping some of the demon brothers to de-stress.

Chapter 1: Lucifer

Lucifer humors you when he lets you push his chair away from his desk. By the time you kneel at his feet, he’s already leaning his chin on his hand and smirking down at you.

“Make this worth my while,” he challenges you. When you put your hands on his knees and slide your palms up his thighs, he spreads his legs to make more room for you. You push his thighs apart even more just to prove a point, even though you know he’s keeping track of all your moments of bratty defiance for later.

His cock is already hard and straining against his slacks by the time you unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper with your teeth. You nuzzle against his cock through his silk boxer briefs and feel the hint of dampness from his leaking tip. You glance at his face as you pull his cock free. He’s staring at you with dark eyes and he’s still like a predator. You lick the wet head of his cock and slide your lips down his shaft, but even with his cock in your mouth, it still feels like he has all the power.

“You were worried I was working too much, but you just wanted an excuse to suck my cock, didn’t you?” he asks you, but his teasing façade cracks. His voice is a bit breathier than usual, and he bites his lip to muffle his groans. One of his hands is clenched on his armrest while the other cradles the back of your head. It’s a firm weight on your neck to encourage the slow, wet glide of your lips; he’s not pushing or pulling you faster or deeper than you want to go.

One of your hands steadies his cock while you draw him deep into your mouth until your nose brushes against the soft hair at his base. You let him feel you gag around him before you drag your lips back up again. You take a moment to suck on the head of his cock and lap up the pre-cum pooling at the tip before you repeat the motion over and over again.

Your other hand is resting on his thigh, and you can feel the subtle tremor in his legs as his orgasm approaches. The bitten-off curses he mutters under his breath signal his impending release, and you bob your head on his cock with fervor so he finally comes with a low groan. His cum floods your mouth and you intentionally pull back so the last drops ooze from his cock and onto your lips. He tracks the movement of your tongue when you swipe it across your mouth and swallow.

He reaches down with a gloved finger and collects the traces of him that you missed. He taps your bottom lip and you suck the digit into your mouth obediently. The salty musk of his cum is laced with a touch of leather, and you let his finger slide from your mouth with a pop .

“Perhaps I’ll join you in bed after all,” he murmurs. Your cheeks grow warm from his praise and the look of fondness and lust swirling in his eyes. His cock stirs between his legs, and he gasps when you surprise him and lean forward once more.

Maybe next time when you ask him to take a break, he won’t be so stubborn.

Chapter 2: Leviathan

Leviathan flails in his computer chair when you dart under his desk. You’ve been reading in his tub and listening to him grow more and more frustrated with how his raid’s been going. By the time his guild stops for a break, Levi’s body is tense and his fingers tap angrily against the keyboard like he’s resisting the urge to pick it up and snap it over his knee. He didn’t even notice your approach until you settled on your knees between his legs. He’s in a t-shirt and loose sweatpants which makes things so much easier.

“Wait, what are you–?” he starts to ask, but the question dies in his throat when you palm his cock through his pants. He’s not hard, but you can feel his cock twitch beneath your hand and you bite your lip. You stroke him gently, encouraging his cock to full hardness.

“Let me help you relax, baby,” you murmur and gaze at him with a hint of a pout pursing your lips. His ears turn pink from your little pet name for him. Your lips curl into a satisfied smile when he swallows thickly and nods.

“Uhh…o-okay, but there’s only a few minutes left on the break timer,” he warns you when his eyes dart to his monitor.

How dare sucking his cock interfere with his raid? But you wouldn’t be with him if you weren’t willing to compromise for his hobbies.

“Of course,” you reassure him. You tug on the waistband of his pants and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down his thighs to his knees. He’s naked under his sweatpants and his cock is hard and twitching for you. “You might want to mute your mic.”

He flicks a switch on his headset and he looks like he wants to ask you why, but he throws his head back against his hair with a loud moan when you swallow him down in one slick move. You bob your head faster than you’d normally like, but you’re desperate to make him come before he gets distracted again by his game.

He’s chasing his pleasure and you know he won’t last long. He’s thrusting into your mouth with shallow movements of his hips, not enough to choke you, but it makes the whole thing feel even more sloppy and rushed and hot. His arm is thrown over his eyes and he’s chanting your name under his breath along with an incoherent litany of slurred curses and satisfied moans. “I’m so close I don’t think I can–wait, yeah, oh fuck, right there, yes, yes, yes, please—!”

His whiny pleas join the chorus of slick sounds made by your lips wrapped around his cock. He cries loudly when he finally comes, shooting ropes of cum that land across your tongue and dribble down your throat. You pull away and stroke his half-hard cock through the aftershocks and delight in the way his whole body twitches. When he squirms away from your touch, you lean back on your heels and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. His forehead glistens with sweat, and his cheeks are red from exertion and pleasure. 

You stand up and lean forward to kiss his lips, and he whimpers when he tastes himself on your tongue. You whisper in his ear what naughty things he can do to you with his tail later once his raid is over; hopefully he’s relaxed enough now that he can focus and finish his game early tonight.

“Uh huh,” he agrees and nods eagerly, chasing your mouth even as you pull away. His eyes are blown black with lust and you smirk when his horns appear. His tail starts to curl around your thigh and tries to bring you forward into his lap.

You push back against his chest when glance at his monitor and chuckle. “I think your friends are waiting for you.”

There’s a chat box full of messages like “WTF???” and “BREAK ENDED 5 MINS AGO!” on his game screen. Levi scrambles to pull his pants back up while you head back to his tub with an eager bounce in your step.

It’s less than fifteen minutes later when a familiar horned shadow falls over you. You glance up from your book and grin when his tail wraps around your ankle and pries your legs apart.

Chapter 3: Satan

Satan’s aura thrums with energy when you find him in his room before bed. You weren’t home for it, but you heard from the others that he and Lucifer had a bit of a tiff. It wasn’t a full-blown fight, but whatever happened left Satan a little worse for wear.

He likes to read to you at nighttime, and despite his troubled mood, he insists he still wants to. You lay down beside him and rest your chest in his chest while he opens the book and begins where he left off. You glance up at him worriedly; there’s a rough tremor in his voice, and he’s flicking through the pages with less care than usual.

You’re tracing abstract shapes on his chest with your fingers, and you slowly move your hand further down his abdomen. He stumbles over a word when you reach the waistband of his sleep pants, and his breath hitches when you slide your hand underneath. His cock is half-hard by the time you stroke your fingers along his shaft and give him a few lazy pumps.

He moans quietly, and he stares at you when you shift your body down the bed until you’re hovering above his crotch. “What are you—?”

“Keep reading,” you murmur as you lower his pants enough so that his cock springs free. He glances between you and the book in his hand, but he starts reading in a slightly strained voice.

He doesn’t stop when you gather the pre-cum at the tip of his cock and suck it off your fingers. He moans slightly but continues reading when you trace the veins of his cock from base to tip with your tongue. When you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and suck gently, he grunts and reaches for you so he can caress your cheek with his free hand. He swallows thickly as he stares at you with something like wonderment. When he begins reading again, you reward him and finally swallow him down.

“Fuck,” he whispers into the quiet of his room. The soft, wet sounds of your lips around his cock and his heavy breathing fill the empty space between you. You clench your thighs together to try and stave off your own arousal; you want him to come first, and based on the shallow, jerky movements of his hips, it won’t take long.

He tips his head back and whispers sweet nothings under his breath. You swallow him down deeper than before and hum around his cock. The vibrations of your lips finally cause him to break, and he gasps and thrusts into your mouth as he empties himself. His eyes are locked onto yours while you swallow every drop his cock spills inside you. He strokes your face gently until you finally let his softening cock slip from between your lips. He pulls you up onto his lap and kisses you until you’re both breathless. By the time he rolls you underneath him, he’s hard again and more than eager to return the favour.

Chapter 4: Beelzebub

You don’t understand all the rules of Fangol, but what you do know is that Beelzebub’s team rarely loses. It was a close game, but even from the stands you can see the defeated slump in Beel’s shoulders when he leads his team off the field towards the locker rooms. You try to wave to him, but his eyes are downcast and he doesn’t see you. You hand Mammon the sign you made so he can carry it home for you,  and you head down the stadium to wait for Beel.

You fidget nervously as his teammates trickle out of the locker room one at a time, but there’s no sign of Beel anywhere. One of his friends gestures behind him and tells you Beel’s still in there, and you take it as an invitation to fetch him yourself. 

There’s no response when you tentatively open the locker room door and call his name. You follow the sound of running water and find Beel leaning against the wall just out of the water spray. His head is tilted back and a frown creases his brow. When he opens his eyes, he looks sad and bitter with disappointment. He’s not ashamed of his nakedness and doesn’t hide himself from you. He’s not surprised to see you, either; he smelled you as soon as you walked through the door.

The water hisses around you and he wants to tell you to go home, but he knows you won’t—you’re always there for him even when he’s too ashamed to ask you to stay.

You walk towards him, uncaring that the warm mist around you is making your skin tacky. Your thin shirt clings to your chest and Beel’s eyes trail down to where the hint of your naked skin peeks through the flimsy material. 

By the time you press yourself against him and reach for his cock, he’s already hard and twitching for you. His eyes are dark and hungry and he stares at your lips while you pump his cock lazily. 

“What do you want?” you ask him breathlessly. His eyes still look desperate and you’ll give him anything he wants. 

He groans deep in his chest and pulls you in for a kiss. There’s nothing gentle about the way his lips move against yours, or the way his tongue licks across the seam of your mouth. His hands grasp your shoulders and explore your dips and curves, groping at your chest through your shirt and circling your waist so he can crush you against him.

“I want you,” he pants when you break the kiss. He tries to follow your lips, but you slide to your knees and wrap one of your hands around his thigh while the other grips his cock at the base.

“Want you first,” you murmur before you place an open-mouthed kiss on the tip of his cock. You taste the trickle of arousal already seeping out when you flick your tongue against the slit. When he curls his hand around the back of your head, you let him push you down until you choke on him. You glance up and look at him through your lashes, and his dark eyes are making a silent plea; when you nod your assent, as gently as you can with his cock in your mouth, he guides your movements in time with his hips.

His thrusts are slow and gentle at first, letting you get used to the way his cock stretches your lips so obscenely. You can’t even hear the shower anymore; all you can focus on is his heavy breathing and the whistling sound you make when you breathe through your nose. There’s a soft, slick noise when your lips drag up and down his cock under his firm touch. Your drool and his arousal coat his length and trickle from the corners of your mouth.

Beel isn’t very vocal when he fucks you, but today his movements are punctuated by groans and grunts that makes your blood boil with your own arousal. He gasps loudly if you tighten the suction around the head of his cock just right before he pushes your head back down, and it turns you on so much that you keep doing it over and over as you coax him towards his release.

It doesn’t take long for him to come, not with the adrenaline of the game still pumping through his veins as he fucks your throat. He groans your name and bites his lip, and he pulls your head off his cock in time for him to shoot thick ropes of cum in your open mouth and across the bottom half of your face. You lick your lips and he drops to his knees and kisses you. You’re both covered in him now, but neither of you care–it’s a perfect excuse to drag him under the showerhead and see if you can help him relax a little bit more before you go home together.

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 17 of Headcanons & Scenarios