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You never really thought of yourself as a risk taker, but right now it’s the last thing on your mind.

You’ve got far more interesting things happening and a need to keep your noises to a minimum. Which is kind of hard when you’re on your knees under Diavolo’s desk, your hands on his thighs, feeling the heat from his skin sink into your palms while you, in essence, choke yourself on his cock. 

You’d wanted to spend time with him, calling him and telling him how much you needed him, and he’d been beyond disheartened to tell you he still had several stacks of paperwork to see to. That didn’t stop you. 

Climbing the vines and bricks of the demon lord’s castle to reach the window of his office, getting him to sit at his desk, before rubbing your face against his crotch like a cat wanting affection. He’d been quick to allow you to free his length, planting kisses along the hardened flesh while he tried to focus on his work. 

Now you were happily hidden from sight, using the tip of your tongue to trace along the veins of his cock. Using the action to catch your breath after feeling his tip twitch at the back of your throat. A groan from above you with a strained call of your name. 

“You’re supposed to be working.” Whispering the words against his cock before you drag your tongue up the underside, feeling it twitch. Licking your lips before wrapping them around the head and giving a light suck. 

“You’re making it hard to focu-S!” His voice rises when you start to bob your head up and down. Breathing in through your nose as you start to suck him off once more, grinning as you try to keep the sounds of your slurping to a minimum. 

Well aware Barbatos could walk in at any moment and put an end to your fun, and you want to feel the demon prince come undone for you before that happens. 

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It had been an accident, but Diavolo couldn’t help himself. Swallowing hard as he adjusted the way his phone was pressed against his ear, his free hand working the leather of his belt loose to try and alleviate the pressure on his rock hard cock. 

A long drawn out whine rings in his ear, his cock throbbing with an intensity that made the prince flinch where he was seated. 

Another voice on the line lets out a hum. “It seems you enjoyed that.” The low sound of wet movement carries across the line and into Diavolo’s ear. A line of lightning down his body right to his balls as he finally has his pants loose enough to free his length. 

“Lucifer!” Followed by a grunt and the sound of faster movement, the squelching making his stomach churn. His warm palm around his shaft, Diavolo starts to move his hand up and down. Using the precum beading at his tip to make the movement a bit easier. 

“Yes, Lamb?” Hearing that Diavolo has to sink his teeth into his lip to hold back a noise. He can just picture it in his head, you and Lucifer in his room, no Lucifer’s study. Lucifer has you laying on his desk, your legs in the air, his hips snapping to pound into your core at a blistering pace. The reason Diavolo can hear the sounds the two of you are making through Lucifer’s phone. 

The longer the call goes on, and the more noise that carries across the phone into his ear, the faster Diavolo’s hand moves. Wondering if some day he’d be able to join the two of you. Oh how he’d enjoy the sight of watching Lucifer ravish you. Maybe while you were on the desk he’d be able to stand on the other side, enjoying your run your lips along the underside of his cock while he watched Lucifer make you squirm. 

“Such a good girl.” Another whine from you at the praise, and Diavolo feels the churning in his stomach grow hotter. “You deserve a reward.” You’re panting like you’ve run a race and Diavolo can picture the way tears are forming on your lashes as you try to hold back. His cock rock hard, his hand moving fast enough now that he’s certain he’s chaffing his own skin. “That’s it My Love, come for me.” 

Diavolo can’t stop himself. Groaning at the sound of Lucifer’s voice and you’re noises as you reach your peak across the phone. His cock erupting thick ropes of cum with enough force to spray his lap in his own seed. Panting as he comes down from his high, his mind just clear enough to remove his phone and end the call.

Hoping Lucifer never realizes he somehow answered, and Diavolo used the two of you to masturbate. All the prince wished as he looked at the mess of his lap, as well as some of the stacks of paperwork on his desk, is that he’d had the foresight to record the call for future use. 

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You lick your lips at the noises Leviathan is making as you bounce up and down on his lap, one hand around his neck while the other is wrapped around his second cock. Trying to pump his second shaft in time with the motion of your hips. The poor demon left panting and whining as he tries to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his hands gripping your hips with enough force that you’re sure you’re going to have bruises there later.

“Relax Levi.” Panting the words as you shift the angle of your hips so that one cock is dragging along a bundle of nerves inside of your slick channel that is making your see stars. “Or you’re not going to cum.” Feeling both his dicks twitch as he lets out another whine.

You might not be able to see his face but you’re pretty sure he’s blushing furiously from the amount of heat you can feel against your neck. “You’re making it worse when you say that!” Nuzzling his head more under your chin, his moist exhales clinging to your already sweaty skin. “I mean.” He stops to let out a groan before biting his lips.

“Talk to me Levi.” Using your hand to push his head back so you can catch his eyes, his flushed face adorable as he tries not to sputter at the way you’re you’re looking at him. “I can’t fix the problem if you won’t tell me what it is.” Still moving your hips, now in a circular motion so the tip of his cock inside of you is rubbing against your cervix, causing sweat to bead between your shoulder blades.

“Are you sure you want this?” Doing his best to look away and break the eye contact. “I mean we aren’t using any condoms, I understand if you don’t want a creepy otaku like me actu-” You cut him off by tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging his head back to slip your tongue inside of his mouth. Curling the wet muscle around his and humming out your enjoyment, clenching your inner walls as hard as you can and giving his second length a hard tug.

Swallowing his moan while both of his cocks spurt his load, one deep in your core and the other splattering between both of your bodies. As Levi comes down from his high you break the kiss, grinning at him while he looks ready to fall asleep. “I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want to feel you cum inside me.” Placing a quick peck to his forehead before starting to stand, a soft noise escapes your lips when his cock pops out of your cunt. Followed by a stream of white fluid. “Baby’s first cream pie.” Humming as you look down at him before looking around his room for a cloth to clean up.

Jolting when you feel Levi grab your hand and pull you back down to sit in his lap. “Can we… Can we do that again?” His eyes closed and his face flushed as he asks the question. Well that’s an easy question to answer.

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“Hush Hon~” Asmo’s whispered against your ear while his hand gripped your chin to keep you focused on the mirror. “Unless you’d like us to get caught?” A teasing chuckle from his as he rolled his hips behind you, his cock rubbing between your legs making you moan. “So noisy.” There isn’t any bite to his words, but you are finding it difficult to focus. 

Largely because the two of you are in a change room, where you had been trying on some skirts that Asmo thought you would look adorable in. He was right or course, but after you admitted you were struggling to reach the zipper of this one to do it up he’d come in to help you, and saw the mirrors on the three sides of the room. 

It wasn’t long before he had his pants down, and your skirt lifted up with you holding the hem. The fabric clenched tight in your fingers while his are spreading your folds, watching the show through the mirror. The tip of his cock peaking through your thighs once in a while, Asmo breathing heavy as he seems to be enjoying the sight in the mirror as much, if not more, than the feeling of your wetness spreading down and dripping on his length. 

“So nice and wet.” Nipping your earlobe before catching your eyes in the reflective surface. “Time for a much more exciting sight.” Shifting his hips again and using his fingers to line up his tip, sinking into your warm core. A long drawn out moan from you as the angle doesn’t allow for a lot of penetration, but he’s pressing right against your G spot. 

Slipping his fingers into your mouth, saliva coating them and serving to muffle your noises of pleasure. “Oh Hon~” Panting in your ear. “We are doing this again in the future!” 

In the end, Asmo ends up buying you the skirt while flirting with the demon behind the counter. You’re flushed and hoping the worker didn’t hear anything. Or notice the cum already staining the fabric. 

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As the sound of the slap rings out, you arch your neck a long whine escaping through your lips before you can sink your teeth into your bottom lip. “I thought I told you not to make any noise and accept your punishment.” Another slap and you wince, a tingle before you feel a burning sensation from where Satan’s hand had just landed. 

“I didn-” A third slap and your back arches upwards away from where you’re draped across his lap. Your stomach brushing the bulge in his pants, well aware of how hard he is, and how much he’s enjoying this. 

“I told you not to speak unless I told you to.” A forth smack, far holder then the first three that makes you clench your thighs together. “At this rate, you’re going to cum from this.” There isn’t any teasing in his voice, just a hard edge that makes you aware of the slick dripping from your core. 

But you can picture the smirk on his face from the way you’re responding to his ministrations. “You didn’t forget that I told you, you weren’t allowed to enjoy this punishment. Did you?” Biting your lip harder at the next slap that echos in his room. You didn’t, but you both know it’s a game. One you’re certain you’re going to lose. 

Which also means you’re going to get exactly what you want in the end.

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Sometimes you wish you weren’t as fond of Diavolo as you are. Otherwise, you might not have agreed to try and help Mephistopheles deal with the newspaper club. Also know as trying to manage the mess he made with the latest scandal he printed. 

Sitting across from him while he did nothing but talk down to you while you worked to write an article that would smooth some of the feathers he had ruffled. The break point came when he opened his mouth and sighed. “I fail to see why our illustrious Lord Diavolo would think you’re a suitable companion for one such as himself.” 

The next thing you knew, his face was pointed towards the wall, the skin of his cheek darkening in the shape of your hand. “Maybe if you stopped looking down your nose at everyone you might learn something you pompous ass!” Your other hand pressed against the wood of his desk, leaning across it. 

“Someone of my status would never learn anything from a foolish human like you.” His voice low as he stood and leaned closer to you over his desk, like he was ready to pick a fight. 

“Try me you bastard.” Snarling at him, but this close something terrible crosses your mind. “I’ll show you exactly what a foolish human can teach you.” Grabbing the ascot around his neck and using it to pull him closer to kiss him.

Not your brightest move, but he responded in kind. His movements are harsh as yours as the two of you move around the desk. Hands pulling at clothes until you’re both naked, breaking the kiss when you need air. “Fuck I hate you.” Wrapping one of your hands around his cock before leaning into his neck to suck harshly just above his collarbone. 

“Believe me.” Hissing the words but one of his hands kneads at one of your breasts while the other is busy at your sex. “The feeling is mutual.” His fingers plunging into your slick core and working you open at a pace that should be making you weak in the knees. It isn’t because you refuse to let this jerk of a noble get the better of you. 

Biting down harder into his neck with enough force that if he wasn’t a demon you’re certain you would have broken the skin. Internally smirking when a broken moan slips past his lips. The first win is yours, and Mephisto seems to be aware of that if the increased movement of his hands is anything to go by. Pulling on your nipple before giving it a twist. “You really are a bastard.” Well aware of the warmth spreading across your skin. 

“Even your insults are weak.” Tilting his face closer to yours for another kiss, one that his broad tongue dominates as he sweeps it around the inside of your mouth. Your eyes flicker shut for a moment before you remember the person making you feel like this is Mephisto. The rage in your stomach bubbling, causing you to use your foot to try and trip the taller demon to the ground. 

“Just ask you spiteful woman!” Breaking the kiss and moving his hands to lift you so he can carry you to the large recliner in the Newspaper club. Taking the seat and planting you in his lap so you’re facing him. 

“Like I’d ever ask you for anything!” The venom dripping from your voice as you adjust, you know you’re wet enough to take him. If this was anyone else, you might have commented how nice his dick was with the shape, curve, and flaired tip. Not for him. Using your hand to guide him to your entrance before letting the rest of your weight drop. 

“It’s the best you’re going to have.” His voice snapping you from enjoying the way he splits you open, hovering that fine line between pain and pleasure. Missing the way his hands grip your hips to help you start to fuck yourself on his lenght. 

“There you go, flapping your fucking lips again.” Both hands around his neck as you squeeze, using his broad muscles as an anchor to bounce faster and harder on his cock. 

Hours later, when you can barely walk you refuse to admit the best sex you’ve ever had was with the pompous noble demon, and it was hate sex to boot. Unaware that the same noble demon is brushing his still sweaty bangs back from his face, and wondering if he can arrange another meeting for assistance like that again.

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It’s something Belphie hates, well and truly. Anything that involves physical effort on his part makes him frown, using his intellect to worm his way out of it so he can have a nap. Why work harder when he can work smarter? 

Or trick his brothers into doing the work for him. 

But this? It’s something he refuses to let his brothers see, instead of accepting the feeling of his own sweat dripping down his back. The liquid pooling at his hairline causing the dark blue and white strands to plaster to his skull. Some of those damp sections falling in his eyes and obscure his vision as he pants at the slight below him. 

This is not having a nap.

This is the farthest thing from it. 

Sweating and hating how it’s all because of you, and the faces you make just for him as he slams his hips fast enough to make you drag your hands down his back. His arms shaking as he holds his body up so he can get the right angle to make you scream his name like you’re some wild animal in heat. 

Belphie might hate sweat, even as it drips from the tip of his nose to splash against the hollow of your throat. But the idea of one of his brothers tangled in your embrace like this?

That makes his brain scheme all the harder, accepting that the physical exertion is worth the pain of feeling his body covered in sweat if it means keeping you from the rest of them. 

The only positive as far as he can tell, is how much you get turned on by the disgusting fluid. At least it means slightly less effort on his part in getting you to pant, whine, and scream for him. 

Closer to the end, Belphie watches as you arch your back to get closer to him. Your tongue dragging along the tendon of his neck and lapping at the salty fluid, the action turning you on more if the feeling of your insides clamping tighter around him are anything to go by. 

When he finishes, Belphie drops on top of you, exhausted and annoyed as he pushes his drenched locks from his eyes. “You should be thankful I think you’re worth effort.”

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“Yer gonna be the death of me.” Groaning between your thighs, but that doesn’t stop Mammon from using his hands to spread you more open. 

“I did wait.” Panting as you pull your mouth away from his cock, watching the strands of spit break and hitting the head. “Until you pulled over.” Swallowing the spit in your mouth before making a few more adjustments so you aren’t sliding down his body. 

“Fer this part. Oh, just like that.” His head falling back to hit the headrest, his eyes briefly rolling upwards from the pleasure. The two of you had been out for a drive when the mood had hit, and your hand slowly made it’s way to his crotch. Rubbing at his clothed erection, which had almost sent the pair of you into a ditch. 

Once he had pulled over, you had his pants unzipped while licking at his like he was an ice cream that was melting and you didn’t want to miss a drop of the creamy treat. Mammon it seemed, wasn’t a fan of just sitting there and letting you suck him off. Pulling you from the passenger seat and working your pants loose, pushing the material down with your underwear before putting your pussy in front of his face. 

It was kind of awkward, since gravity was working against you but damn if it wasn’t hot. Bobbing your head up and down while trying to avoid hitting the steering wheel, while using one of your hands to pump the parts of his shaft you couldn’t swallow. Tugging on his ball sacs making his moan while his tongue licked at your folds, spread wide by his hands helping to keep you in place. 

It’s messy as your saliva drips down his length, the neat white hairs matting together. While you can feel your slick and Mammon’s spit running from between your legs and trailing down your stomach. Adding in the sound of traffic nearby and the chance of someone seeing you and the Avatar of Greed giving each other oral while in the driver seat of his car you’re ready to cum hard enough to see stars. 

It’s then Mammon uses an undulating motion, the tip of his tongue flicking the smooth walls just inside your cunt while his chin grinds into your clit. You feel your walls spasm, a strained noise instead of a moan vibrates out of you as you slump forward. “The Great Mammon is a master when it comes to -Oh fuck Treasure! I’m gonna cum!” The muscles of your throat twitching around his shaft, deeper than he had been before your orgasm caused you to relax. Now you were practically choking on his cock. 

Hot liquid splattering at the back of your throat that has you almost gagging as you try to right yourself. Coughing as you try to sit up without hitting the steering wheel or somehow ending up on the floor near the pedals. 

“Mammon?” Your voice is hoarse as you try to right yourself. 

“Ya Treasure?” He sounds kinda languid and out of breath, not that you can blame him. 

“I think we need to open the car door for me to get out.” You aren’t that flexible. Plus, it could do with some fresh air since it smells like sex.

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The first time Barbatos ran his bare hands along your skin, you couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver. A trail of pebbled skin rising in the wake of where his fingers had trailed against your body. His long digits were cool, like the sensation left behind when peppermint oil was rubbed along your arms. A teasing touch that left you breathless. 

Something the demon had enjoyed as he chuckled in your ear. 

From there, his teasing grew progressively worse as casual touches to your lower back had your breath catching. His fingers brushing your elbows when he needed to guide you somewhere in the Demon Lords castle. 

Those were in public actions. In the privacy of his room? His digits danced along your chest, flashes of lightning along the nerves that had you moaning into the fabric of his suit. Cuming just from the way he played with your nipples and the chill that seeped into your skin.

The first time he penetrated you, you came almost instantly from the strange cooling sensation against your heated core. Barbatos whispering in your ear how lovely you looked for him, how responsive you were with the slightest amount of touch. 

You were almost accustomed to the cooling sensation, craving it when you wanted relief, to the point you weren’t sure you could cum without that added stimulus. Or so you thought. 

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when Barbatos kissed you while in his demon form. If his human form was cooling, his demonic one was freezing. “My, that was unexpected.” Chuckling as your knees gave out and your fingers clutched the ruffles hard enough your knuckles were white. “I suppose we’ll have to start acclimatizing you to this form as well.” 

“Barb.” Panting as you pressed your forehead against his cheek, shivering from the cold sinking into you. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

“Now we can’t have that My Love.” Chuckling as he gently moved you so your face was against his clothed collar. “I assure you, we have the time for you to adjust.” You shiver again, your mind already racing at the thought of the hours of pleasure to come in the future from his bone chilling touch.

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Your skin feels like it’s alight, but it’s nothing compared to the inferno burning between your legs. Or the amount of liquid seeping from your core and following the curve of your ass. 

Too bad you’re not in a position to do anything about it. 

“Lucifer! Please!” Crying out for the demon as you arch your back and try to rub your thighs together. Straining against the leather cuffs around your ankles and wrists that are connected to the corners of Lucifer’s bed. Placing you full on display. 

“Please what?” Lifting your head as much as you can to make eye contact with the dark haired man. He’s smirking, his chair moved so it’s at the foot of his bed. Giving him a perfect view of your spread pussy while he sips on his demonus like he’s enjoying a meal. 

Minus his gloves, he’s as naked as you are. 

“Fuck me! Touch me!” Screaming the words as you beg and thrash against your bonds again. “Use me! Just anything! Please!” Feeling the tears drip down the side of your face from the corners of your eyes. 

“Why should I?” His tone smug as he gives the glass in his hand a twist, the liquid swirling up the sides. “I already made love to you once tonight.” He did. After he tied you up, he’d rocked his hips with enough force that you saw stars, moaning as he moved like a, well, a demon possessed. Hissing your name as he came deep inside your walls. 

Removing himself from your warmth before you had a chance to catch up. Which left you in your current state. “Just fucking touch me!” Pulling on the restraints as hard as you could to try and break free in time to your scream. 

A tutting noise from Lucifer before he took a mouthful of his drink. “Demands will get you nowhere.” Rising from his chair and walking around his bed, taking a seat next to your arm and in such a way that you have a clear view of his cock. Standing proudly between his legs and dripping precum from the red tip, the ridges along his shaft slightly flared. 

You whine at the sight. The muscles deep inside your sex clenching at the thought of it being inside of you. Where it should be. 

“Please Lucifer. I need you.” Begging him while staring at his dick that is just different enough to not belong to a human and feel so much better along your walls. 

“That’s better.” Leaning forward just enough that his nose is hovering above the crook of your neck. A long inhale and you watch his length twitch, a bead of liquid forming at the slit at the edge of his tip. Licking your lips wishing you could lick that instead. “Beg me for it, and I’ll indulge you again.” A purr in his voice as his tongue darts out to lap at your pulse. 

“Please Lucifer, please, I need you so badly. It hurts not having you inside me.” Your eyes firmly fixed on the swelling bead. 

Gasping when his hand grips your chin hard enough to bruise. “Eye contact when you beg, staring at my cock is just going to make me think you feel as though you’re in charge.” His voice harsh as you swallow, your thighs tightening while your clit tingles. 

“Please Lucifer. I know I’ve been bad but I need you so badly.” You don’t need to fake the tears as your pussy gives another throb that is edging on painful. “Only you can make me feel good, please Lucifer. Please.” 

“Please what?” A repeat of his earlier question and you remember the theme he’d pulled from the little jar of suggestions before he tied you up. 

“Please Lucifer, breed me.” The whine back in your voice as you strain against the binds keeping you largely immobilized. “Stuff me full of you.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Releasing your chin before rising, heading back to the foot of the bed and giving his cock a few pumps. Making a show of it before crawling to you. “I’ll stuff you so full you won’t have a choice but to bear my offspring.” 

Tossing your head back at the sudden relief as he slowly penetrates you, the ridges catching on your walls. Moaning at the fullness as his length stretches your insides in a way that makes your toes curl. Your head falling back as the weight of his arm shifts the mattress under you, his lips next to your ear. “And I won’t be satisfied with one.” A jagged breath and a promise of a night of pleasure.

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You can barely move when Lucifer deems you’re at your limit. Covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, barely able to even moan, let alone speak. It makes Lucifer smile as he presses his lips to your temple while his hands are busy undoing the fasteners of your wrist cuff. “You did so well My Love. Now it’s time to relax.” 

His touch gentle compared to earlier as he rubs at the red skin before laying your arms beside you. Working his way down to your ankles and repeating the action. “Love?” His voice soft as he whispers in your ear. A mumble for an answer but you flutter your eyes at him. “A shower is out than.” Rising and heading for the bathroom attached to his room, starting to fill the tub with water before returning for you. 

You still haven’t stirred. Lucifer has to swallow as he slides his hands under your knees and back to hoist you into his arms in a bridal carry. His cum still seeping from your pussy and he’s trying to ignore the way his cock twitches back to life. “Wake up, My Love.” Josltling you as gently as he can but still with enough force to make you wake up. 

“Huh?” A tender smile on his face at how adorable you look in your post orgasm haze. 

“Play time is over, it’s bath time.” Shifting so he can lower your feet to the ground, but never removing his other arm from your shoulders. Helping to keep you upright as he checks the water temperature. “How are you feeling? Are you alright? Sore anywhere?” 

“Luc, I’m so tired.” Letting your head drop against his shoulder as you reach up to rub at your face. Lucifer keeps his laughter in check at your tired tone, clearly ignoring his line of questioning. 

“I know Love.” His hand guiding you as you step over the edge of the tub before he follows you. “Just stay awake for me a little longer, otherwise you won’t be happy in the morning with your thighs stuck together.” You let out a soft moan as you sink into the warm water, your back to Lucifer’s chest as you relish the warm spreading to your sore and tired muscles. “I’ll clean you up, just stay awake for now.” It doesn’t take him long to clean your skin under the water, or use the cloth to clean the rest of you. “You’ll need to deal with your hair in the morning.” At the moment, Lucifer doesn’t trust you to keep from slipping under the water while he tries to clean the strands. 

“Did you have fun tonight?” Your words are slurred, but you seem to be slightly more aware. 

“I did.” As much as Lucifer would love to just soak with you, he still needs you to drink some electrolytes before you fall asleep. “The real question is, did you enjoy yourself? You did a lot of jerking around tonight. I was worried you were going to hurt yourself.” 

You nod, leaning into him as the two of you rise out of the water. Humming when he wraps you in a fluffy towel. “I did. I didn’t mean to struggle so much.” His large hands pat you dry while he inspects your skin under the brighter lights of the bathroom after cleaning your skin. No signs of chaffing at least. 

“Good. If you aren’t against the idea, I might like to try that one again sometime.” Teasing you as dries himself off. 

“I did like the part when you whispered in my ear about more than one.” A snicker that shifts into a yawn as you pull one of his shirts over your head to sleep in. 

“Trust me.” Laughing low in his throat at the memory from earlier. “I felt how much you did.” Enjoying the way your face flushes. “Alright, a drink and then you can rest.” After you finish the bottle of sports drink you crawl onto what has become your side of Lucifer’s bed. 

Lucifer just smiles before finishing his nightly routine. Sliding under the sheets and pulling your body against him and chuckling when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. His hands tracing random patterns on your back under his borrowed shirt. You may not have the stamina of a demon, but you’re the only partner he could ever want.

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You’ve always found hands fascinating. The way fingers can curl, the way certain movements caused the tendons and skin along the back of the hand to shift. It made sense that eventually they’d turn into a turn on for you. 

You just never expected that the hands that would turn you on the most would belong to an angel. 

Curling your tongue around the digit in your mouth, humming at the soft skin on the pad of Simeon’s finger. Your eyes flicking to his flushed face, his other hand brushing your jaw. “I thought you were going to help me with my writer's block?” 

You don’t want to remove the slender finger from your mouth, but you do need to answer him. Pulling away with an audible pop. “I am. You said you thought a distraction would help.” Your own fingers at his wrist, his usually covered hand bare since you didn’t want to ruin his glove. Or your view. Licking the edge of his finger down to the webbing before sliding the wet muscle up to his knuckle. 

“This is not the kind of distraction I had in mind.” His cheeks ablaze and his pupils wide. 

“Oh~” You tease but don’t stop the lewd actions you’re performing on his hand. “Do tell.” 

“Not that kind. Oh.” His voice dropping as he lets out a gentle moan that makes the hairs along the back of your neck stand up. Grinning at the revelation that it seems you beautiful angel might share the same kink. Or he’s easily turned on. Either works for you.  

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When Solomon had sent you a message to come to purgatory hall, you had assumed it was for another lesson in magic. It would be more correct to say, you had assumed it was only another lesson in magic. 

That part you had been wrong about. “Solomon.” A broken moan slipping past your lips as you shift in his lap. 

“That doesn’t sound much like studying.” His chuckle right in your ear, his lips pressed just beneath your earlobe. It isn’t the fact you’re seated in his lap, or that he’s been mouthing at your neck since he planted you there that has you distracted. 

It’s his hands under your shirt, both of them cupping your breasts and using them like his own personal stress balls. The material of your bra pushed down so his hands can serve the intended purpose of the garment. 

“I’ve been reading the same paragraph for the last half hour because of your teasing.” Shifting in his lap as he uses his thumb to circle your nipple. Well aware of the bulge in his pants that’s wedged between your asscheeks. Slamming your hands down on the pages and jolting upwards when he pinches the other. “This is not a lesson!” 

“Of course it is my adorable apprentice.” His fingers keading the nipple he had just squeezed as if trying to soothe the pain away. “It’s a lesson on focus.” 

“Feels more like an excuse for you to play with my tits!” Squealing at the end when he gives both nipples a tug, a flood of liquid dribbling from your core. He doesn’t stop, his fingers working in tandem so that what one hand does is a reflection of the other. Massaging the mounds when he isn’t playing with the sensitive nubs. 

“If you can get through this entire page, I’ll give you a reward.” More like he’ll give himself a reward, and you try to ignore his skilled fingers to focus on the task at hand. A task you fail at, so when Solomon grows tired of just using his hands he has you turn to face him. His head under your shirt, alternating sucking on one nipple before using the tip of his tongue to flick it. 

His chuckles muffled under your clothes, enjoying how your body reacts to him. If you’re that responsive just to him playing with your nipples this much, he can’t wait to see what the rest of you is like. 

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You don’t remember what you’d been looking for when you walked into the room Beelzebub was using as his gym while the one at RAD was being fixed. Only that the moment you saw Beel in a pair of shorts and tank top, and the thin layer of sweat on his chest, you felt your brain short circuit. 

Padding closer as he kept using the bench to work his shoulders, or at least so you thought since you didn’t know much about the kind of working out Beel did. Just that it made for a very nice sight. 

“I’m almost done this rep.” His voice even as he speaks to you, a bit more sweat dripping down the sides of his face. 

“Don’t rush on my account.” Your eyes focused on the way his muscles shift, from his arms, to his stomach, and his thighs. Licking your lips as you get an idea. “Beel?” 

“Yes?” 

“Can I ride your thigh?” One thing you’ve learned with the red head, it’s not worth beating the around the bush. Not because he’s stupid, but because Beel doesn’t always understand innuendo. Like the time you told him he had cake for days and he just deadpanned that he was hungry and wanted cake. 

“Why would…Oh.” Trailing off when he noticed the way you were staring at him, taking in the flush that you were certain was apparently on your face from how warm your skin felt. “If that’s what you want.” Letting his hold on the bar go and patting his thigh in an invitation. 

A few more steps and you take your seat, glad he resituated himself so both of your legs are on either side of his. Wrapping your arms around his neck and starting to rub your hips back and forth, focusing on the feel of the corded muscles of his thigh through the thin fabric of your pants. Biting your lip at the feel and catching Beel’s purple eyes. “Feels good already.” 

“If you say so.” Beel looks a bit unsure, like he doesn’t know what to do in this situation. “I’m not sure what you want me to do.” He’s so honest at times it makes your heart throb. 

“Whatever you want Baby.” Adding a roll to your hips so you can rub your clit against his thigh. Feeling the moisture starting to form in your core and slowly dampen your underwear. “I want us both to feel good.” 

His large hands start to move, ghosting down your sides to land on your hips. His fingers squeezing just above the bone as if to help keep you steady. “You smell really nice.” The tip of his tongue poking out when he glances down at the space between your legs. “Better than normal even.” 

You grin at the compliment, starting to rub a little harder and letting more of your weight settle on his leg. Adding to the pressure against your crotch. “What can I say.” You laugh lightly as you grind on him, a warmth spreading through you. “The sight of you all sweaty in here got me all warmed up.” 

“I can warm you up more if you want.” Earnest as he moves one of his hands to slide under the material of your shirt. The muscles of his neck shifting as he swallows, and you follow his gaze downward. A damp spot on your pants that is smearing liquid along his thigh where his shorts have ridden up from your grinding. 

It makes the walls of your cunt clench, you’re getting horny enough to be making a visible mess on his thigh. “In a little bit, Beel.” Leaning into his chest and starting to rock your hips more against his thigh. Using one of your hands to get him to tilt his face forward so you can brush your lips against his. Tasting the salt on his skin from his workout. “Maybe after you finish your workout?” Feeling bad that your libido interrupted him from finishing. 

“I’d rather use you for the workout.” A strain in his voice and when you jolt your hips a little harder, you realize your knee has been brushing his erection. You nod, going in for an open mouth kiss that Beel is happy to take control off, his wide tongue shoving yours out of the way and moving in rapid licks that make you pant into his mouth. His hands suddenly pulling you harder against him, the material of your pants and his shorts bunched up just the right amount to rub into your clit. 

Sending you over the edge and into your orgasm. 

When you come back from the brief high, Beel is grinning with drool dripping from the side of his mouth. “Can I finish warming you up now?” You just nod again. You are his favorite meal, and one good turn deserves another. 

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You’d been complaining about how your back was bothering you over the last few days. Mostly grumbling because the demon masseuse you usually saw was taking a vacation and you weren’t going to find any relief. 

“I can give you one Hon~” 

“Not in this lifetime.” You were not going to give Asmo the opportunity to take advantage when you were naked, and he was a sneaky demon when he wanted to be. 

On Friday you roll your back, the pops echoing around the hallway with poor Luke jumping and being worried that you’ve broken something. It’s then that an offer comes from an unexpected source. “If your back is bothering you that much, I could try to help.” Raphael speaks up in that quiet way of his. “With the way I use my spears, I have a good understanding of the way muscles in the back work.” 

“I mean, if you think you can help me I’ll willing to let you try.” At least with Raphael, you don’t need to worry about him trying to do more than touch you. He is an angel after all. 

You feel the tendons in your neck flex as one of his hands places pressure just under your ribs. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip to try and hold your noises in. The warmth of his fingers sinking into the sore muscles as his hands glide over your slick skin, the lotion allowing for the right amount of pressure and movement. His palms have been working your muscles in the best way, each pass of his hands is making your skin warm. And sending a tingling down your spine to parts of you that you didn’t expect to be involved. 

“Is it too much?” You just shake your head in the negative. Too worried that if you open your mouth you’ll make a noise that will be hard to play off as anything but sinful satisfaction. You might have been worried at the start as you lay down on his bed that it wouldn’t help you at all. 

Damn you were wrong. 

Without knowing anything about massage, Raphael is giving your back the best deep tissue massage you’ve had in your life. One that is edging on you having an orgasm as his fingers drag along your ribs. Sparks lighting along your nerves as he moves the muscles deep beneath the skin, and you think your ribs shifted as well. Somehow his fingers have found every knot that’s been bothering you and made them melt under his tender yet firm touch. 

When both of his hands dip lower, closer to your butt you can’t help it. Your throat vibrating with a deep moan that there is no hiding. Certain every ounce of skin that isn’t hidden under fabric is alight because you are burning with embarrassment at letting out such a noise since you just came from those damn magical hands of his. 

“I was getting worried this wasn’t working.” Raphael’s hands aren’t moving anymore, and it takes a few moments for his words to register in your brain. 

“What?!” Whipping around to face the angel, not caring that your chest is full on display for him. Enjoying the fact that at least he wasn’t expecting that since his eyes widened, and he’s quick to turn around and face the wall while tugging on a few strands of his hair. 

“It seemed like you weren’t noticing my attempts to take you on a date. It was a suggestion from Solomon when he heard you turn down Asmodeus.” You’re flabbergasted for a moment before you feel the corners of your lips turn upwards. 

Getting to your feet and walking behind him before wrapping your arms around him well aware of your breasts pressing against the portion of his back that aren’t covered by his cape. “You want to take me on a date?” Trying to keep the teasing out of your voice. Somewhat. “That’s pretty sweet of you.” 

“Could you put your shirt back on?” 

“I’d rather not.” Grinning and pressing your face into the back of his shoulder. “I like to bask in the afterglow after someone makes me cum.” Watching as the tips of his ears turn red. 

“Do I need my spear?” Trying to threaten you but it just comes off as endearing. 

“Depends on which one you mean.” Wiggling your eyebrows at him. You don’t get to meet the spear you were referencing that night, but when you do finally get to see it? Well, you start calling him the spear master a lot more, much to his chagrin.

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“Hon~” Asmo latched onto you with a grin the second you got back from your run, rubbing his face against yours and ignoring the sweat sticking to your skin. “I’ve got some new lotions I think you’ll like~” Cooing in your ear while his hands trailed along your sides, ignoring your damp clothes. “Maybe after your shower, we can try them out?” 

You let out a laugh. “If you can be good, wanna join me?” Enjoying his chuckle as he nods. 

“I can be good for a shower. The bath that’s going to follow on the other hand?” Giggling before starting to saunter towards his room with you still in his arms. An awkward shuffle to his room, where you somehow keep him from getting distracted while he joins you in getting cleaned up. 

After patting your skin dry, Asmo is quick to move you to his bed. Pulling the chair from his vanity over to sit in front of you with a series of bottles. “I thought you might like this one.” Holding it out for you to sniff, and you have to agree with his choice. Not that it stops you from smelling the others, but his initial assessment was spot on.  

“Now just relax.” Winking as he wraps his soft fingers around your ankle, lifting one of your feet into his lap and starting to work the lotion into your skin. Teasing you with a feather light touch as the tips of his fingers move up and down the lower part of your leg. Slow and medolitical as he works, his way up your leg. 

It shouldn’t feel erotic, but as his pinches and rubs at different places along your calf, your thigh, you can’t keep your heart rate from speeding up. The closer his fingers get to the edge of the towel around your middle you start deeper breaths in through your nose, licking your bottom lip when his middle finger brushes over the skin when your leg meets your core. 

Only to groan, your head dropping back as Asmo removes your foot from his lap to grab another one. “Oh Hon~” Laughing that stupid, adorable, skin warming laugh of his that reminds you of little bells. “You should have known I wouldn’t make it that easy for you.” Another wink as he repeats the process, his touch even less reserved this time. Brushing the back of his knuckles along the back of your knee, ghosting his thumb along a patch of sensitive skin.  

While all you can do is let out shaky exhales from the way your skin warms against the slide of lotion that said it should be helping to cool your skin. When his hand gets closer to your inner thigh this time you watch his face, waiting to see if he just denies you again. 

Letting out a yelp when his other hand pinches your butt, a strange feeling with the lotion on the tips of his fingers but it takes you off guard enough that you relax just enough for your inner walls to spasm. 

“If I keep this up you might end up with skin half as soft as mine.” A pout on his face as he leans forward to rest his chin on your knee. “Then I’ll be torn. Should I touch myself, or you?” 

Your neck arches again, like you’ve been struck through the heart by this beautiful demon. At least your core is also struggling because his words were dripping in sinful promises of what was to come. “Asmo you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

“That’s the best way to die Hon.” Another wink before he lets out a hum, leaning back to remove your foot. “Now, move closer to the center of the bed and face the pillows.” His finger making a motion as if to direct you while he returns the chair to his vanity. Doing as he said you move, feeling the bed sink shortly after you get situated. 

The first thing you feel is the warmth radiating from his skin when he sits behind you, the smell of the lotion stronger as he reaches down for your hand. Working the lotion into the digits, coiling and curling his hands around each one in a way that reminds you of how he can use his tongue. “Shit Asmo.” Panting as you watch the sight, more enraptured by his movement that seems even easier thanks to the thin layer of cream than if it had been a live sex show. 

“I knew you’d like this lotion.” His hands moving higher to your shoulders but always with that same teasing motion. Watching as your skin pebbles under his touch, shifting and feeling the soft material of the towel around you brushing your nipples. 

When he starts on your other hand you feel like every nerve in your body is alight, and he hasn’t even reached any of the good parts of you yet. “Now Hon~” His voice in your ear on the opposite side of the shoulder he just finished rubbing the lotion into. “Should I do your back first?” Letting his voice drop before he sinks his teeth into your earlobe just hard enough to make your hips shudder in place. “Or your front?” 

“Um..” You really don’t know, because no doubt he’ll make it as sensual as possible to push you even closer to that edge. 

“Hmmm.” Hearing him shift as the bed dips down a little more before you hear the sound of fabric moving. “I know.” The teasing note back in his voice, and you hear him put a much larger dollop of lotion in his hands. A moment of silence than you hear it again. “How about both at once?” 

“What?” Feeling your eyebrows drawn together, just as one of his hands rips the towel away, his chest pressed to your back which is covered in lotion, his other hand pressed to your chest just beneath your breasts. His fingers spread wide and you’re aware of his length pressing against the curve of your ass. 

“Let’s make this part fun.” His voice dropping at the last word and you let out a moan, rubbing your butt against his crotch. 

“Please Asmo, I’m ready to burst.” Another moan leaves your lips when he makes the adjustments and sinks into your tight heat. 

“On your hands Hon, after all.” He chuckles as you move, his hips shifting to start an easy pace of sliding in and out of your slick channel. “I still need to finish rubbing you down with lotion.” Gliding his hands across your chest and breasts as he keeps rolling his hips, his chest rubbing along your back. 

Letting out a gasp as your first orgasm is pulled from you, dragged longer by his gentle persistent movement as he rubs at your nipples. And you doubt it’s going to be the last of the night if his easy thrusts are anything to go by, wondering if your insides are going to be as covered in lotion as your outside.

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After several years in the Devildom, you thought you knew most of the events and festivals that happened on a regular basis. 

So when you got an invitation to a party that had a bit of a different dress code, well. After you checked it out with Lucifer since there was still enough demons who didn’t like the fact a human lived in Devildom fulltime, you were excited to go. 

A masquerade party. 

Part way through the night, the same man wearing a mask that reminded you of fox kept coming back to dance with you. His touch growing more and more risque as the night went on while he guided you across the dance floor. 

So when he whispered how he wanted to get more intimate, well, there were times when you were a sucker. Plus you were already wet from his earlier actions. Something about what he was doing and the way he spoke seemed familiar, as well as the way he curled his gloved hand around your wrist to guide you through the building that you’d never been in before. 

Maybe not the smartest move on your part, but hey, his hands had you all riled up and your brain was responding to this demon like he was a drug. You wanted more than wandering hands outside of your clothes and giving certain parts of you a squeeze. Doing your best to keep up with his pace so you could rub your covered breasts along his arm while he guided you to a room just far enough away from the party that the dull roar is barely audible. 

Feeling your heart in your throat as this masked demon closes the door with a click, his fingers engaging the lock before his green eyes lock onto you. “Are you certain you wish to proceed?” A single step and he’s back into your space, the fox mask casting shadows around his eyes that make them gleam in the low lighting. “My intentions could be to trick you.” One of his hands on your back, the dry fingers ghosting over your bare spine, a wake of goosebumps following his digits downwards. “You are one of Lord Diavolo’s little pets after all.” 

It’s clear he’s trying to get a rise out of you with his words while his hand is now resting just above the swell of your ass, the heat palpable through the thin material of your dress. “If you wanted to hurt me, you could have done it anywhere. I get the feeling this is for your own privacy as much as mine.” Placing your hands on his shoulders before giving your hips a jerk forward, the front of your body rubbing against the erection that’s clearly straining the material of his pants. 

A low groan from the masked demon before he seems to narrow his eyes through the gaps in the mask. “Perhaps I merely don’t want anyone to associate me with having a thing for humans.” He might be trying to sound like this is beneath him, but the way his voice strains says enough. 

“Well, I can certainly promise to keep that secret.” Flashing him a wink as you give your hips another shift. “Seeing as I don’t even know your name.” Lifting an eyebrow to see if he’ll tell who he is, at the back of your mind, you’ve already got a sneaking suspicion.

“I prefer.” Leaning in closer and letting one of his hands drag the material of your dress up, his exhales washing against the skin of your neck. “To keep this clandestine meeting anonymous.” The last word whispered in your ear just as his fingers touched the bare skin along the swell of your ass. 

Feeling your body jolt as he uses his palm to rub against the skin, his fingers tracing the seam of your underwear. Toying with the material while you try to swallow the salvia building in your mouth as your brain can’t decide if it wants you to beg for more or just try and take the lead yourself. 

At your silence, his fingers dig into the muscles of your butt a little harder, making you gasp and rub against him more. “My my, cat got your tongue?” Panting a little as your insides start to clench. You know that voice. 

It’s enough to help you get over your initial torn feelings. “Just trying.” Your words sound slurred as you blink, trying to focus. “Just trying to figure out how we’re going to get to know each other better while remaining anonymous.” Giving your hips a roll, well aware that his hand is kneading the curve of your bottom. 

“I may have an idea.” A few movements, and you feel your back pressed against the wall. The mystery demon on his knees, with his head under the folds of your skirt, his head out of view as he rubs against your clothed covered core. The point of his nose bumping your clit through the damp material. 

“Shit.” You can’t help the shaky exhale that leaves you. You knew you were wet, but now with him between your thighs, breathing in deep enough for you to hear you feel the shell of your ears starting to burn. This was not what you were expecting. 

“If I had of known a little bit of teasing would have gotten you this wet, I would have tried to lure you away earlier.” You can’t help but shiver as his lips rub against you through the soaked fabric. His fingers gliding along your labia, making the material wetter with each slide of his skilled digits. “You smell as fragrant as a bloody orange.” Another shiver from you as his nose seems to press deeper through your underwear and against your sex. “I wonder if you’ll taste as sweet?” 

“Why don’t you find out?” While you can’t see him, that doesn’t stop you from placing your hand at the back of his head. Letting out a moan as he starts to suck at the damp fabric, your core clenching at the wet noises that reach your ears. Instead of answering you verbally, his actions are giving you enough of one. Done with sucking on your underwear his fingers are shoving it to the side, his tongue swiping over your folds like he’s writing you a letter. 

A low hum that makes your knees wobble as the vibrations travel along your skin right up to your clit. Doing your best to breath through your nose so try and hold back the orgasm you can feel steadily building inside of you. His fingers plunging into your pussy in time to the tip of his tongue tracing the way your folds sit against your skin like he’s trying to memorize it. Once in a while the chill from the mask on his face sinking in, adding to the mounting arousal that has made a sloppy mess of the space between your legs. 

“Almost as good as a vintage demonus.” The low rasp of his voice right against your cunt makes your lungs shutter as you exhale, while your gummy walls tighten wanting more then his fingers inside of them. “Now, give me the full taste.” It’s all he says before his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks hard enough that no attempt to hold back your orgasm work. 

Your back arching as you let out a soft cry, his hands on your ass once more the only thing that keeps you standing. Your hand still on the back of his head as you grind into his face, trying to make the orgasm last as long as possible. Unsure if that’s going to be the end of the encounter or not. 

His hands still your hips after letting you ride his face for a moment, you can hear shuffling as he seems to be adjusting himself before reappearing from under your skirts. The parts of his face not hidden by the mask as slick and you notice his pupils are blown wide, barely able to make out the teal of his irises. “So…” You trail off as you reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. “Round two here? Or at the House of Lamentation.”

His shoulders flinch for a moment before he lets out a cough. “I have no reason to follow you home.” 

“Sure you don’t.” Snorting as you let your hand trail to his nape. “Is that why you didn’t go for a cat mask? Hoping I might not figure out who you are.” Watching the corners of his lips twitch while his shoulders roll back. “Satan.” 

“When did you figure it out?” He sounds like he’s sulking now. 

“At some point before you ate me out like a champ.” Your fingers on the edge of his mask now. “But if you like, I find the idea of pretending I don’t know who you are under this mask pretty tantalizing.” Letting out a chuckle before licking your lips. “You can keep wearing it for the next round if you want.” His eyes going wide again before he lets out a laugh of his own. 

“I think I shall.” Leaning in for an awkward press of his lips to yours because of the masks you’re both still wearing, tasting yourself on his tongue. “But first, I need some relief before we return home.” By the time he’s done, you hope Satan keeps the mask, and finds another way to invite you out under false pretense again because you had one of the best nights of your life. 

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“When you said you’d play if I had a handicap, this wasn’t what I thought you meant.” His voice raspy behind you, and you can’t help but smirk, aware he can’t see it. 

“Let’s be honest Levi, this is probably going to be the only thing that works.” At that moment clenching your inner walls as your character on the screen fell to 6th from 3rd because of him hitting the little demonus bottle he’d used to make a slippery surface on the race track. 

A loud moan from the demon whose lap your sat in, his second cock twitching between your thighs, and nestled against your clit. “That was a dirty trick.” A ragged gasp from him as he tries to focus on the screen in front of the two of you again. 

Earlier when you arrived and Levi said he wanted to play Devilkart you’d been ready to turn around and leave. Not because you didn’t like playing it, you were just tired of always losing to Levi. Always. It didn’t matter what character you took, what items he wasn’t allowed to use, the tracks that were out of bounds. He always won. At least when one of the other brothers played you had a chance of winning, but against him alone? You were lucky to even end up fifth with the AI characters beating you. 

So tonight when his voice got that little breathy edge as he was begging that you liked hearing for a very different reason you had an idea. “What if we try something different, a not in camp handy cap?” 

“Wha-” His mouth dropping open when you palmed at his crotch, rubbing your hand with clear intent through the loose material of his pants where you know the slit that both of his cocks reside is located. Levi’s face already starting to turn that beautiful shade of vermillion as he sputters but doesn’t stop you, the flaccid flesh already starting to grow firm and fill the fabric under your hands. 

Your other hand on his shoulder as you guided him to his gaming chair, tugging his pants down with his underwear to see both cocks already bobbing between his legs. “Perfect.” Shimming your own pants down before your back was to him, using one hand to guide the longer of his two cocks to your core before sinking down. A slight roll of your hips that had Levi grabbing them for dear life, like he was getting ready for a quickie. “Now we game.” Grabbing a controller while he let out a confused whine. 

“You’re gonna make me play with blue balls?!” 

“No. It’s call cockwarming Levi, besides.” You shrug before feeling a little wicked and tightening your walls enough to feel him twitch both inside and outside of you. “You can ignore blue balls, not this.” 

“You’re cruel.” Yet he does pick up his controller and start to play. 

As the two of you game, you try to not be to cruel to the warmth settling in your core. Only clenching around him when he did something to give himself a massive lead in the race. Keeping your movements to a minimum but shifting your hips once in a while to keep him hard. He might have been a bit annoyed but you were loving this, enjoying the gaming session with Levi more than usual because instead of being focused on him kicking you in game ass, you had the ridges of his cock pressed right against your G spot. 

The slightest lean forward in his lap and the pressure was delectable, liquid steadily forming in your core and keeping you nice and wet. Eventually you realize there’s a small puddle from all the liquid dripping from when there two of you are joined. Your slick seeping out of you, and the pre cum dribbling from the tip of his second cock. 

As you near the end of a race you decide to try a new move. Lifting your hips and weight just enough to rise up, a loud wet squelching reaches your ears. Louder than the sounds of the game coming from the speakers. Licking your lips as the prickle of sweat starts to form between your shoulder blades. “Levi?” 

“Ye-ah?” His voice is guttural and raspy, he’s just as turned on are you are. 

“After this race, I don’t think I need the handicap anymore.” Panting as his character crosses the finish line and ends this round of races. 

“Oh.” You hear him place the controller down, one of his arms wrapping around your middle as your character crosses in third. At least you weren’t as bad as usual. “Ok.” His voice despondent and fully laced with disappointment as he buries his face against the nape of your neck.. 

“Levi.” You call his name again as you place your controller beside his. “I meant.” Swallowing hard when you roll your hips. “I don’t need it, because I need to feel you fill me up.” Both of his cocks twitch and he lets out a noise you can only describe as giddy. 

“I can do that. If you want.” You don’t give him a verbal answer. Just starting to bounce up and down on his lap, clenching the muscles of your inner walls until you’re both a sweaty mess. The sound of wet skin now the soundtrack playing with your moans and pants the upbeats until he lets out a grunt, taking his demon form and using his tail to pull your body closer to his as both cocks spurt his seed when you cum. The tip of his tail playing with your clit and dragging out your orgasm while he covers you inside and stomach in his watery cum. 

As you slump backwards against his chest you let out a sigh. “Levi, we should give you that handicap more often.” 

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You’re finding it hard to focus as your fingers give the golden band of cloth another tug, making sure it’s just tight enough to come loose, but not so tight as to cause any injury.

Done at last you lean back, and admire your work. Feeling your entire body grow taunt at the sight before you.

Simeon, on his bed, the plush duvet under him to serve as a backdrop for your masterpiece. His wrists tied together above his head by a thick band of golden ribbon that made his eyes seem even more blue. Other strands leading from his hands to the headboard, keeping him from moving too much.

The ones around his wrist also looped down over his shoulders, criss-crossing across his bare skin in a geometric pattern that framed his pecs and the lean muscles of his stomach.

You didn’t get to creative with his legs, just circling his ankles so his legs were spread apart and held in place by the footboard. Licking your lips as your eyes trail upward, to the only piece of his clothes that you allowed him to keep.

His underwear.

“You look more like a snack instead of an angel right now.” Teasing him as you lean forward as if to kiss him, only to tilt your head at the last moment and trail your nose along his cheekbone.

A low moan the only noise as Simeon arches his back upwards, trying to follow your movements and halted by the soft golden material keeping him in place. Of course, moaning might be his only form of verbal communication given the same fabric is wrapped around a cork placed in his mouth as a gag.

“This was your idea.” Still teasing him as you move your hands to rest on the bed beside him as you ghost your nose downward over the skin of his face to his neck. “You said I could wrap you up like a present.” Running your tongue over the band of muscles that runs from the back of his skull to his shoulder. Watching as the skin above his pulse seems to flutter faster.

A noise caught between a whine and a pant through his gag as you drag your teeth over the sensitive skin. It’s like music to your ears, aware of a fluttering of your own as your stomach clenches and unclenches. Sucking on his pulse as you moan, tasting salt on the tip of your tongue. Feeling Simeon arch his back once more and the ribbon rubbing along your skin with his, you decide you’re not going to let up until there’s visible evidence on his neck that’s going to remain for the next few days.

The angel thrashing against his restraints, whining low in his throat until you finally pull away from his skin with a pop. A round bruise already darkening his sun kissed skin. “Did you enjoy that?” Humming the question as you adjust yourself over his body, giving your butt a wiggle, watching his eyes shut as it has you pressing against his crotch. From the feel of it, his underwear has to be straining against the fabric by now.

Simeon tilts his head forward to catch your gaze, his blue eyes half closed as he seems to smile around the gag. That soft look makes your heart do flips inside of your chest as you’re struck by how enchanting he is.

“I take that as a yes?” Watching his adam’s apple shift as he swallows before giving the barest nod. “Then time for me to keep enjoying my present, since you’re wrapped up all nice for me in ribbon.”

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When you first started dating Belphie, with him being the avatar of Sloth and how much he liked to nap anywhere and everywhere, you thought you’d have a pretty tame sex life. 

Boy, were you wrong. 

Belphie had a libedo that seemed like it should have belonged to Asmo not him, and one of his favorite things to do, was to have you wake up in the morning dripping wet. Having slipped into your dreams and turned them from the mundane into whatever fantasy he wanted to play out that night.

The smug bastard didn’t even have to touch you. Just had to make your brain imagine that he’d been trailing his fingers over your breasts, the fine hairs at the end of his tail brushing over the skin of your stomach before trailing lower. 

Honestly some mornings it was infuriating how much liquid had seeped from your core and had the material of your sleepwear and sheets stuck to you. The brat looking at you at breakfast and having the nerve to ask if you slept well, knowing full well you wouldn’t say anything to him in front of his brothers. You could have, but that would have resulted in more than one brother getting jealous. With one in particular asking for more details then you would ever be willing to share. 

Yet as frustrating as it was, it also meant that when the dark haired youngest was curled up beside you, you were in for a real treat. 

If you came across Belphie already sleep and wanted to join him, he’d left you some very specific instructions. Tugging his pants down over the jut of his hips until his cock was free, then positioning yourself so you can slide his shaft inside of your core before snuggling into his embrace. Rocking your hips shallowly and feeling him starting to twitch as your mind drifts off. 

And you are going to slip into dreamland, because Belphie pulls you into his dream world. That’s where it gets fun. His ability to affect your mental state means he can change how you feel. Making his cock feel like it’s longer than he is,or making him seem like it’s thicker, all of it tricking your brain into thinking he’s hitting every nerve inside of your cunt. He also uses his abilities to make it seem like he’s moving faster, plowing into you, or positions that should be impossible made into reality inside of the confines of your mind.

All while the two of you are having a nap. 

Waking up from the nap, you’re sweaty, your core filled with his sticky cum but you never feel any of the exhaustion that comes from if the two of you had sex while awake. 

On the flipside, when you’re asleep, Belphie is happy to place you on your back and slide his hard cock inside of you. Enjoying watching you squirm under his affections, him admitting your facial expressions when you’re asleep far less restrained then when you’re awake. Then after he’s done, settling in while still inside of you to restart the same thing in your shared dreams. 

The problem is, sometimes, you aren’t sure which is a dream and which is real. Because when Belphie is awake, he might not like physical exerthion, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to ride him until your legs are sore, or pound into you until he needs another nap. 

Like how right now, you aren’t sure if you’re really in the attic, or in a dream that Belphie has made to look like the attic. 

Panting as you bounce up and down on his length, your hands planted on his chest to keep you steady. Your core slick with moisture makes it easy to lose yourself in the sensation of his thick cock rubbing against the nerves inside your channel, pulling more and more moisture from you. The hardest part is trying to set a pace that isn’t blistering since it’s so easy to move, even with him stretching your pussy out more than you would have ever thought possible.

And while you might be doing most of the work, Belphie still has to be a brat. A jerk of his hips upwards and his cock is hitting that spongy part inside of you that forces the air from your lungs, your smooth movements turn jerky as your brain tries to reset itself. “Is that all it takes to make you mess up riding me?” That stupid smug edge back in his tone, acting like he’s not affected at all by your moist insides clenching around him. “Come on, put some effort into it.” 

“Brat.” There’s no heat behind it as you start to lift your hips again at a steady pace, one that’s a bit faster and harder than before. Shifting your hands on his chest to his nipples, giving one a pinch that makes him hiss and jerk his hips again. Biting your lower lip as your orgasm grows closer, you know you aren’t going to last long with the way your muscles are clenching and your back tenses. A soft chuckle from Belphie as he reaches up to lazily flick his finger against your clit. 

At least that part never changes, awake or asleep, Belphie is still a needy little brat when he wants to be. 

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Humming low in your throat as you move your lips against his, one of your hands rubbing circles into the bare skin of his shoulder. His cape pooled on the floor around his feet in a pile of white and gold. You had enjoyed finding the fastener inside the collar and unclipping it while tangling your tongue with his.

Raphael, is trying at least. His hands on your waist as he tentatively brushes his tongue against yours in response. Other than that, he’s not really moving. Just standing there and letting you do as you want. 

Shifting your head away just enough to break your lips from his, toying with the short grey strands just above the high collar of his skin tight shirt. If it can even be called a shirt since it covers his neck and his pectoral muscles. “You’re tense.” Still rubbing circles into his shoulder while your other hand splays out against his abs. 

“You are making it hard to relax.” His voice almost sounds flat, but you can hear that hint of frustration coloring his tone. 

“We can stop if you want.” Whispering the words low as you let your hand dip a little lower, trailing your index finger along the top of his pants hovering over the bare skin. Feeling the muscles twitch under your soft caress. 

“But I wish to continue.” His thumbs starting to slide up and down over the material of your shirt. His voice soft and you feel like he’s shoved his spear right through your heart with how gentle his expression is. 

“Do you want me to take the lead and you just relax?” Sliding your hand at his shoulder over his neck and to his chin, trailing your index and middle finger along his pointed jaw. When he nods with his eyes closed you start to guide him to his bed, leaning in closer to him and kissing his neck, the underside of his jaw. 

When the back of his calves hit the wooden side edge you use both of your hands to push him onto his back. His blue eyes widen in shock for a moment before that same gentle expression returns. Parting your lips to get ready to tell him to move only to halt. 

Distracted by the way the strings in the front of his pants are bulging outward and the tassels are framing his crotch. If you weren’t already in the Devildom, you were certain you were gonna end up here for corrupting this angel. 

“You seem distracted.” Tilting his head in a way that the golden metal rod attached to his hairpiece falls against his cheek. 

“You tend to have that effect on me.” Chuckling at yourself, before you motion for him to crawl closer to the center of the mattress. Crawling on your hands and knees once he’s settled until you’re straddling his waist. Leaning down to press your lips to his, shifting them while you let more of your weight settle against him. Grinding your hips against his, your heart fluttering at the noises Raphael makes low in his throat. 

Tangling your hands in his hair and trailing them backward as you dig your fingernails into his scalp. Slipping your tongue into his mouth when he starts to moan, turning and twisting the wet muscle around his to deepen the kiss. Putting more pressure into your grinding, aware of how damp the material of your underwear is becoming. 

Your lungs are starting to burn, but you don’t want to pull away. Not when Raphael is sliding his hands under your shirt, his palms warm along your lower back. He’s a fast learner when he wants to be. Yet the pain in your lungs becomes too much, dragging your mouth from his and feeling the thin strands of saliva connecting the two of you snap. Panting in the small space between the two of you as you try to catch your breath. 

Grinning as you crack your eyes open to see him looking at you like he’s love struck. “We can just make out if you want.” Whispering the offer to him between deep lungfuls of air. 

“No.” His adam’s apple shifting as he swallows. “I want this.” His hands are pressing you a little harder into his body. “With you.” The briefest hint of pink on his cheeks that makes your heart do that stupid fluttering in your chest. As much as some of the brothers are terrified of Raphael and his spear, you’ve come to learn he just doesn’t do emotions well. 

Which makes tonight even more special in your eyes. “I’ll do my best to be gentle.” Pushing yourself up on your elbows to run your hand down his chest to the band of his pants. “Since it is your first time.” Smirking as you arch your back to use your mouth to blaze a path downwards while working the fastener of his pants open, pushing the material away until you can tug the fabric of his underwear away to free his cock. 

Curling your fingers around his length and starting to pump him, feeling the warmth sinking into your palm and how he twitches as you experiment with your grip. Thus far, the most you’ve ever done is rub him through his pants. Now you get to see him, taking note of the curve of his cock and the way the foreskin slides over the glans. He isn’t too thick, but he does have enough girth that it’s going to feel amazing inside of you. 

Watching him pant, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Feel good?” Trying to keep the teasing from your voice, and all Raphael can do is nod. His eyes screwed shut and his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Want me to keep going?” Licking your lips at the way the flush seems to rise along his chest up to his neck. 

Another nod, and you move downward. Wrapping your lips around the head of his sock and starting to suck. Right away the taste of salt floods your senses, and you feel your core start to throb as you bob your head up and down. Never taking too much of him, just enough to increase the pleasure he’s feeling while the burning in your core grows hotter and hotter. Humming as you move, aware of just how much he’s twitching inside of your mouth. 

Raphael panting, his hips lifting as he chases after the warmth of your mouth trying to have you swallow more of his length. He’s desperate, and you realize you might need to pull away otherwise, as tempting at it is, his load might go down your throat. Slowly lifting your head in time to your hand still pumping him, aware of the mess of you’ve made of the material around his balls. “I guess I should have pushed your pants down more.” Deadpanning as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. 

Watching as Raphael reaches one of his hands up to drag it down across his face. “There’s a strange burning in the muscles of my stomach.” You can’t help the snort you let out. 

“Yea I’m pretty sure you’re ready to cum there big guy.” Feeling his length twitch against your fingers wrapped around his base, you can’t help but notice the way his chest expands as he tries to take in deep inhales. Suddenly feeling a hint of tredaptiation. “I can use me hand to finish you off if you’d rather?” As much as the two of you have talked about this, he is an angel, and you don’t want him to fall for having sex because you can see it given the way his father cast the brothers down. 

Watching him remove his hand from his face, placing his elbows under him to push himself upwards to meet your expression. “I told you I want this.” You nod, lifting your legs up and removing your pants and underwear, even if the material is sticking to your skin. At the same time, Raphael is removing the last of his own clothes. Including his shirt, which you have no idea how he even gets it on, let alone know how to remove it. 

Finished with your preparations you hover over his hips, waiting for him to signal he’s ready. When he nods, his eyes fixed on your dripping sex, you lower yourself down. His length slipping inside your gummy walls, stretching you just enough to cause a light sheen of sweat to break out across your back. Letting out a sigh at the fullness, panting as you sink down until your hips are flush with his. Your lungs burning as you try to keep your insides from clamping down like a vice around him. 

“I’m not going to last.” Raphael seems as out of it as you are, his hand on your waist with a brusing grip as if trying to hold back. “So warm.” You can only agree. Starting to rock your hips forward, and it isn’t long before you both reach the end. A sweaty mess of tangled limbs wrapped in each others embrace.

It might not have been your first time, but you’re certain for Raphael that it was at least memorable. 

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When Barbatos had sent you a text informing you that Lord Diavolo had ordered him to take a day off you had been quick to respond that you’d love to spend it with him. 

The day had been amazing, going to the human realm with him to go to a tea bazaar, Barbatos ensuring he found a few blends that you would enjoy. Then a small lunch at a cute cafe before returning to the Devildom. 

Where upon arrival at the Demon Lord’s castle Barbatos had invited you to his room.

It’s been hours since you followed him to the strange space that time seemed to make no sense in. Your clothes in a neat pile on the dresser nearby, a very different state than you yourself are in. Your skin slick and your hair plastered to your skull, chest heaving, aware of the silken sheets under your back. 

You’ve long lost track of the number of orgasms Barbatos has pulled from you. Blinking as you surface from the haze of your most recent one, taking in the way his teal bangs are sticking together. A soft shine in his green eyes as he watches you come back to your senses. “You seemed to enjoy that one immensely.” His fingers sweeping along your cheek before moving up to your temple to brush your hair away from your eyes. 

You nod, not sure your brain has the capability to even say words that might make sense at the moment. You do have the wherewithal to tilt your head so you can nuzzle against his palm still near your face and letting out a satisfied hum. 

The slightest shift of his hips and you let out a long moan, his cock still deep inside of your twitching channel, the tip pressed against a bundle of nerves that has your neck arching backward from the pleasure radiating through your body. “Such a lovely sight.” His voice gentle, quite the contrast to how hard his dick is. “I think a new position is in order.” 

Sliding his hand from your face down over the curve of your neck, letting the outside of his knuckles trail over your skin with just enough pressure to make you shiver. His other hand ghosting along your side, up towards your ribs before sliding to your back just as the other reached the same place. “Let me help you up.” The strength he so rarely shows is evident as he pulls you into a seated position while adjusting himself on his bed so his length never leaves your core. With you upright, Barbatos uses one of his hands to grip your knee, using it to get your leg behind him before repeating the action with the other. 

“Barb.” Slumping forward somewhat since you feel like you’re a little drunk, your body tired in all the best ways. “You’re too good to me.” Giggling as you press your forehead against his, the angle is a little awkward since you’re seated on his thighs. Almost sitting cross-legged with the way he’s placed your legs around his body. 

“I merely wish to ensure you thoroughly enjoy your time with me.” Seemingly happy with how the two of your bodies are connected in the new position, he tilts his face to sweep his lips across yours. “Now just wrap your arms around me.” Sliding your hands up his arms before crossing them behind his neck, feeling the firm, wiry muscles under his pale skin as the tips of your fingers dance across his skin. “Just like that.” A kiss on his chin before he lets out a soft little laugh. “Now all you have to do is hold on.” 

“Ok.” Another giggle that turns into a soft exhale, Barbatos’s hands on your hips once more. Lifting you and down just enough that his cock is barely leaving you, but you can feel the way he’s stoking the fire inside of your core once more. The cooling embers blazing back to life at the veins along his length pulsing along your slick channel. 

A soft moan from you when the pressure shifts, Barbatos giving his hips a roll as if circling them while keeping your body movements shallow. “Even after several rounds of love making, it’s still not enough.” His warm breath cascades between your breasts, making your breath catch as your nipples harden. The points growing firmer, right in front of his green eyes. He knows they’ve always been an erogenous zone for you, and since he’s planning on dragging this round out as long as possible with small movements, playing with them won’t distract you to much. “You deserve to be worshipped each and every moment.” His lips brushing against the sensitive skin as he speaks, his words mumbled somewhat by your flesh.

Instead of sucking on your skin, he whispers more sweet nothings against the curved flesh. The small cracks in his lips ghosting over the flesh, teasing you in a way that sends lines of lighting to your core. Clenching around him as more and more of your slicks drips past where you’re joined. Making a mess of the short hairs where his shaft connects to his abdomen, a ring of white at his base from your cream. Barbatos hasn’t come a single time so far tonight, which he prefers. His focus on your pleasure until you’re at the point where he knows you won’t truly enjoy it anymore, before he considers letting his body relax enough to pump his seed inside of you. Which means the tacky fluid along both of your bodies has all been from you. So when he finally presses the tip of his tongue against one of your nipples your back arches and you spasm around him like a vice. 

“Barb!” Shouting his name, your arms tightening around his head, pulling him more into your chest. Barbatos simply grins against your breast, switching to suck at one of your nipples, his hands spreading your butt cheeks as he starts to move you faster now. That shift spreads your sex, making your cunt that much tighter not that he doesn’t already enjoy the way your insides feel. “I’m-” You’re panting, your lungs struggling to get enough air into your lungs to finish your sentence, but Barbatos already knows what is happening. The way your walls flutter around him are telling enough, you’re at the end of enjoying your orgasms. 

“Such a good girl, cuming so beauitfully for me.” Back to licking your nipple, so he can watch your face as he brings you to another orgasm. “That’s it sweetheart.” His hands moving your hips faster, the moment your eyes roll back as you tighten around him. It’s at this moment as your jaw goes slack, your head falling forward to hit his, that Barbatos stops holding himself back. Pumping you along his shaft at a speed you’d never be able to comprend, the passage of scant seconds and he reaches his own finale. 

You groan at the chilling sensation to your insides, your eyes barely open as your final orgasm rocks through your body. A few moans past your lips before you Barbatos is adjusting you again, only this time you’re vaguely aware of being lifted higher. Followed by being jostled in his arms. “Time to help you clean up.” His fingers sweeping along the back of your neck, causing you to relax more against his form. 

The next day, Diavolo finds himself blinking at your presence at breakfast. Not because you’re there, but because your neck is covered in bruises. And the Demon prince is smart enough not to ask, not when they have the shape of his butlers teeth. 

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“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you planned this.” Hissing the words just above the volume of a whisper. Both because you don’t want to be caught, and because you’re pressed right against Mephistopheles’s chest. 

“As if I’d want to be trapped in a closet with you.” His own voice just as low, one of his arms behind your head because of the confined space, hyperaware of the movement of his chest expanding. “I was not expecting to find ourselves a foul of those who do not support the royal family.” 

“You could say that again.” Grumbling a little as you adjust your legs, which you regret right away when your inner thigh brushes against his muscular one. Trying to ignore it as you let your head fall back against the inside panel of the closet. You and Mephisto had been asked to come to Meowcao to attend an event on behalf of Lord Diavolo. You because you were human, Mephisto because he was a noble and it would make for a great story for the newspaper. Only you forgot about his arm, feeling the material of his jacket against the back of your head. 

“Must you keep moving?” You feel as much as hear the words, licking your lips as the skin of your face starts to feel warm. 

“I’m trying not to.” You admit, only to shift again so it doesn’t feel like you're grinding against his thigh. “It’s just not really comforta-” Trailing off when you feel something a lot firmer than his thigh against your leg. “Do you seriously have a boner right now?!” 

“In case you missed it, we are trapped in a closet that barely has room for a decent jacket.” A rumble to his voice as he snorts. “Let alone two adults.” He isn’t wrong, there isn’t much room and you’re aware he has to lean to the side so he’s not occupying the same space as you. “As much as you can be obnoxious, you are attractive for a human. My body is responding to that.”

You don’t know if you want to punch him right now or flush at him calling you attractive. Instead you aim for the middle ground since your heart is doing stupid fluttering inside of your chest. “You’re just saying that because I rocked your world that day in the newspaper club.” You’re not going to admit that the way his body made you feel that day lives rent free in your head. 

A tut from Mephisto, and you realize he’s watching you with narrowed eyes. “I believe it was the other way around.” You jolt, not because of his words, but the way he said it. A line of lightning racing down your spine, right to your core, aware of your insides clenching around nothing. You will admit, he is good looking. Plus for once he isn’t in his RAD uniform, instead a green vest with a white collared dress shirt, paired with a white jacket that goes to his knees and a pair of grey slacks. It makes it less awkward to be stuck in a closet with him at least. 

“Think whatever you want you pompous ass.” Doing your best to turn your face away from his, even if he still has a clear view of you. “Just.” Huffing while keeping your voice low, still aware that the two of you are hiding from denizens that want to cause an incident to make Diavolo look bad. “Try and get that thing to disappear. Or at least calm down. It’s distracting.” Muttering the last part as low as you can, hoping he doesn’t actually hear that one. 

“Believe me, I’m trying you insufferable woman.” Flicking your gaze towards him, ready to roll your eyes, only to halt. Is… Is Mephisto blushing? 

“Are you blushing?” The moment it leaves your lips you realize what you said, and to who exactly. 

“Of course, not. Why would I blush in the presence of someone who spends so much time with demons of a such a low caliber.” You know he isn’t asking a question, but it doesn’t stop what you do next. 

Regretting it as the sound of skin slapping skin rings out louder than anything either of you have said since he shepparded you into the space. Your mouth hanging open as you slowly meet his gaze as his head turns back to face you. 

The next thing you know his mouth is on yours, reminiscent of last time. His tongue sweeping inside of the wet cavern, while the arm that had been behind your head shifts so his gloved palm and press you closer to him. Not like you could pull away anyway with the wall right behind you, one of your hands moving to his neck while the other reaches down to grab his clothed erection. 

A lot like last time, it turns into a battle of sorts. Mephisto dominating your mouth while you rub your palm over his length, intermittently squeezing your fingers over the bulge. Each action from one causes the other to falter for a moment, before going back at the other with more determination to make the other break. 

Sadly, unlike you, it seems Mephisto has better control of his breathing, and youre lungs are starting to burn. Your grip on the material of his crotch loosening until your hand at his neck moves to his chest. Pushing at him, which he seems to ignore as his tongue tangles with yours again. Curling your fingers into a fist and smacking it against his chest as the edge of your vision blurs black. 

That seems to break him from his trance, his lips sliding from yours with the strands of spit still connecting the two of you as your chest starts to heave as you suck in as much air as you can. “Seriously…” Letting your head fall forward to land against his shoulder. “Are you…” It’s a struggle to get the words out as you keep panting. “Trying to kill me?” 

“No.” At least he sounds as hoarse as you feel. “Did you need to cover my jacket in your slobber?” His words might sound cruel, but it’s contrary to his actions as he rubs his hand along your back while the other is toying with the edge of your shirt. “Or slap me?” 

You ignore his question about the spit, since some of it’s his anyway from the sloppy make out session. The second one though? You let out a long exhale as you think about your answer. “Yes.” Leaving your head where it is but shifting your hand away from his cock to toy with the collar at his throat. “I don’t really care what you think of me, but I don’t like anyone shit talking my family.” You know the demons he meant were the brothers, Lucifer in particular. 

“Odd as it may sound, I do find your presence… tolerable.” For once he isn’t talking to you like you’re beneath him. “Even if you do spend as much time as you do with-” 

“Shit talk them again and I’m gonna slap you again.” Blinking for a second as you shrug. “Or squeeze your dick hard enough to shut you up.” Feeling him jolt but he does shut up. “So only tolerable after almost making me suffocate because of how hard you were sucking my face?” 

“Do not grow too full of yourself.” Feeling him flinch again as your hand starts to rub at his cock again. “What are you doing?” 

“What do you think?” Deciding you want to feel his skin instead of just rubbing him, your fingers working at the belt of his pants before switching to the zipper to tug it open. You don’t bother pulling the material away, sliping your fingers under the band of his underwear before feeling heated flesh. 

“I’d rather not have us found in such a compromising position when Lord Diavolo finds us.” A catch in his voice as his body starts to shake because of your actions. Stroking his length as best as you can with the awkward position and angle. 

“Funny.” You whisper back, finally lifting your head from his shoulder to look into his green eyes, his pupils wide but he’s swimming in a sea of lust. “I’d rather him not find you with a raging hard on.” Trailing your nose along the bottom of his jaw, hoping he gets the hint. 

“Fine.” He does, tilting his face to reconnect your lips, the kiss just as heated but not as intense. Mephisto holding back this time but still enjoying the taste of your mouth while you pump his shaft inside of his pants. Keeping your pace steady as your palm slides along the silky skin, it isn’t too long before you start to grind along his leg. Wishing there was more room so you could take care of your own mounting libido and his weeping cock. “This is not an ideal location.” Whispering as he lets you take in air between open mouth kisses. “Nor was the newspaper club.” His hand at your side sliding upwards to rub at your breasts through your shirt and bra. “You should allow me to take you out when we get back to the capital.” 

That makes your hand start to move a little faster, adding a twisting motion to your pumps that seems to have him twitching in your grasp. “Are you asking me on a date?” 

“I am.” Your insides feel like they’re on fire, but you doubt you’re going to get any relief while in this space. 

“Is it normal for demons to have sex a couple of times before taking someone out to dinner?” Teasing as you start to focus more on the head of his cock, hearing him let out a small moan. He’s near the end. 

“If you weren’t so infuriating, I would have asked after the first time.” His hand on your back sliding up to land on the back of your neck. “I’m near the end.” Muttering the words before slotting his lips over yours once more. You start to pump him as fast as you can now, twisting your wrist at the head of his cock until you hear him moan. Swallowing his noises down while his seed spurts against your fingers inside of his underwear. 

Feeling Mephisto lean more against the back of the closet and taking you with him as he breaks the kiss. Panting with a soft smile on his lips. “You’re going to owe me for making me wear underwear thats full of my own cum.” 

You don’t get to answer him. 

Because at that moment, the door to the closet opens. With Diavolo’s large frame in the door with Lucifer and Barbatos looking in over his shoulders. 

Suffice to say. Both you and Mephesto wish it were those who are against the crown, because your hand is still inside his pants. There’s no denying what the two of you had been doing. 

Not. One. Bit. 

At least Mephisto does take you on a date a week later, and you end up a sweaty mess in his bed instead of some random location this time.

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You hadn’t seen Mammon for the entire day, which while it shouldn’t be out of the ordinary to not see much of him, not even a hint of his white hair worried you. His brothers had waved away your concerns, stating the Avatar of Greed was just distracted by his latest scam. Except, even when Mammon is busy scheming he still makes sure to see you at some point. You can even hear his voice in your ear, “Your first man’s gotta look after ya.” 

So now, after eating, you’re outside of his room, a plate in hand as you knock on his door. “Mammon, you missed dinner. I saved you a plate which wasn’t easy with Beel right behind me every step of the way.” 

Silence through the door, but you know he’s in there. Having used the tracker app on your phone that Lucifer had made all of you install a few months ago to confirm it. Or at least his phone was there, and Mammon never goes anywhere without it. 

“Come on Mammon, I know you’re in there.” Instead of knocking, you bang your fist against it. “If I have to, I will use the pact to make you open this damn door.” 

Hearing movement through the wood you grin. “Go away.” Your grin leaves your face pretty quickly hearing that. 

“Seriously?” You don’t bother hiding your annoyance at him. “Why do you have to be a jerk after I fought off Beel!” Almost ready to throw the plate to the ground. “I haven’t seen you all day, and that’s the shit you say?” 

“Just leave alright! I don’t wanna see ya.” That stings. Just enough to make you mad enough to narrow your eyes at the door, while your heart squeezes inside your chest. 

“Fine Mammon.” Taking a deep inhale but not moving a single step away from his door. Feeling your feet as if rooted to the floor as you try to focus on that ball of yarn inside of you, pulling on one of the threads just enough that it makes the tips of your fingers tingle and your toes curl from the magic, grasping the golden wire that is your pact with Mammon in your mind. “I command you to open this door.” If he won’t open it and wants to be a dick about it, you’re gonna make him and then shove the plate in his face. Damn ungrateful demon. 

You’re expecting the door to slam open with Mammon standing there with his eyes narrowed at you before starting to sputter nonsense. Bracing yourself for the force of the door hitting the wall that you know will be enough to make you jolt upwards. 

When it slowly swings open, like being pulled by a string you’re dumbfounded. Even more so by the lack of Mammon. That is too unexpected to ignore, given that him telling you to leave meant he had to be close to it when he answered you. “Mams?” Taking a step inside his room, placing the plate on the side table near his door that he usually tosses his keys on top of. 

No answer. 

But you can see a cord that looks like the same material he uses to keep the raven feathers attached to his belt tied around the doorknob. The other portion leading more into his room, with most of the lights turned out. 

“Mams?” Another call of his name as you step more into the room, following the cord because it would make sense for the other end to be in his hand. Except with the only light coming from the door, you can’t exactly see well and you’re worried about hitting the pool table you know isn’t that far inside his room. 

You’re starting to feel a prickle along your skin, the fine hairs along the back of your neck are standing up. Along with the ones on your arms as a chill sweeps through you. “Ok Mammon, whatever you’re doing, stop it. I get it.” Your mouth feels like cotton has been stuffed in your cheeks. “I shouldn’t have been so pushy.” Feeling your hip hit the edge of something, your hand reaching down and feeling leather under your palm. One of the couches. 

With your heart racing you lift a hand to your chest, pressing hard against your ribs under your breast. Taking a deep inhale to try and get yourself to calm down, your nose twitching as you smell something you can’t place. It’s like a mix of old coins and, rainbow popcorn? Tilting your head in confusion as that strange smell seems to invade your nostrils. 

Your hand no longer at your chest, instead rubbing at your temple now. “What the h-” Muttering the words as you open your eyes, only to notice two blue points of light right in front of you. “Mammon?” Squinting in the low light you can make out his figure. A glint of gold as he shifts and you realize he’s in his demon form, the light from the door glinting on the metal attached to his collar. 

With him there you step forward, and Mammon takes a step back. An unsteady step at that, his arms trembling enough that it’s making the golden weight at the bottom strap of his jacket jingle against him. When you take another step forward, Mammon repeats his action and is close enough to his closet that the LED lights pop on. 

His skin is covered in sweat, his hair is more mussed than usual, and there’s a very vivid flush across his cheeks. “I need ya ta leave.” Lifting his arm and placing his hand against the wall to support himself, looking at the ground briefly, you watch a single bead of sweat fall off the point of his nose to make a soft splash on the floor. That strange smell grows stronger, and belatedly you realize it's coming from him. 

“Mammon, are you alright?” Ignoring his comment you close that final distance, reaching out to slide your fingers along his jaw. “Damnit Mams, your skin feels like it’s on fire.” You almost jerk your hand away like you’ve been burned, your concern for him the only thing that keeps you from doing just that. “Are you sic-” 

You don’t get to finish as Mammon lifts his head and slots his mouth over yours, his hands grabbing your hips. Before you know it your back is to the wall, moaning at how dominating the kiss is, and Mammon wastes no time sliping his tongue past your lips. The inner muscles of your walls clenching as you swallow the saliva pooling near the back of your throat. 

Panting when he pulls away, your heart hammering inside of your chest hard enough that it hurts, but you can feel a warmth spreading through you like some kind of syrup. “I need ya ta leave Treasure.” His voice hoarse but his hands don’t move, in a way trapping you in his embrace. “I don’t wanna do somethin’ we’re both gonna regret.” 

Letting your head fall back against the wall, hearing your pulse in your ears as you try to make sense of the heat spreading through you from where you swallowed his spit. Aware of the slick starting to form inside your core and seeping past your opening. “What if I don’t wanna leave? You’re.” Pausing to swallow past the saliva that still seems to be pooling in your mouth. “You’re in pain right?” 

“It I’ll pass.” Burying his nose along your skin, inhaling the smell of your skin like it can heal him. “I need to let you leave.” Muttering the words as he seems to crowd more into your space instead of pulling away. His chest pressed against yours and his hand trailing along your side. “It’s getting harder ta think.” His hips shifting, you can feel the bulge in his pants as he grinds into your body. 

“Mammon, I don’t understand.” Placing one of your hands along the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his white hair, feeling the dampness sticking to the strands. The more he grinds against you, the hotter you feel, aware of your clothes starting to stick to your skin from the moisture starting to form along your skin. 

“My body is screamin ta breed ya. It has been since I woke up this morning to get you under me and pump ya full.” Shifting his head so his nose traces up along the tendon of your neck, up to the soft skin under your ear. Aligning his lips with your pulse, hammering along your throat. “Which is why ya need to leave. I won’t do that to ya.” Licking the pulsing skin just under the edge of your jaw.

Your brain is like a fuzzy soup because between the heat from his body crowding yours, as well as your own, you feel like you’re on the edge of being drunk. Warm and hazy, but still lucid enough to think. “Mams.” Whispering his name hoping he’ll stop lapping at your neck.  “You realize you’re making it hard to leave, don’t you?” It feels a little strange to say that since your fingers grip the strands of his hair tighter, like you’re trying to keep him against you. 

“I told ya, it’s hard ta think.” His hand sliding along your side, slowly lifting the material of your shirt, even if the feel of the damp fabric clinging to your back being dragged upward keeps you from being too lost in the haze of your brain. 

If you thought about it, without Mammon this close you might have realized the strange smell was coming from him and pulling you into the same fog gripping him. Too bad for you, most of your capabilities for higher thinking were slowly fading, almost like your body was reacting. It felt like you had just run a fair distance and were on the edge of being drunk. 

Which left you a sweaty mess feeling a warmth through your limbs and a flush along your neck and face, with a very horny demon pressed against you. Not that being in that position might have stopped you from uttering your next words. 

“What if I don’t want to leave?” Giving your hips a small roll, grinding into the leather covering one of his thighs. “What if I want you to fill me up?” Your voice dropping into a moan when the tacky fabric covering your sex hits that bundle of nerves. 

At your words, Mammon feels his pants grow somehow impossibly tighter. Groaning as he tries to find the will to pull away from you, to ask you to leave again without his body caging yours against the wall just inside his closet. 

“Fuck.” Hearing his voice right in your ear as he seems to give up on lifting your shirt, having made enough room for his palm to press against the small of your back. “I’m the Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed.” A husk in his voice as he starts to move his leg, making it so you’re grinding harder against his thigh. “Tell me what ya want, Treasure.” Dragging his teeth along the skin just below your earlobe. “Cus you're the only person I’m willing ta spoil.” 

“You’re just saying that because you want to be greedy.” The hand not in his hair moving to grip one of the leather knots of his jacket and giving it a tug. “And I know, I’m what you want.” Twisting the fingers in his hair to tug his head back away from your neck. Catching his eyes to notice that the blue is almost gone with how wide his pupils are, making the strange yellow at the bottom of his eyes more vivid. Licking your lips and watching his gaze shift to follow the movement. Swallowing as you know this is the moment where you tell him to let you leave and try to get out of the door as fast as you can, or the moment you stay. 

“Breed me, Mammon.” Whispering the words that hang in the silence that seems to descend on the two of you for several heartbeats. 

You don’t know who moved first. What you do know is teeth clack together in both of your hurried movements to connect your lips. Shifting to try and make the connection smoother, but instead it gets messier. Spit dripping from the corner of your mouth, tongues prodding with the sound of moans deep in both of your throats. All while your hands are moving, belts being undone, metal zippers lowered, and pants being removed. 

It’s awkward. 

It’s messy. 

Limbs moving in a mad scramble. 

It’s hot. 

No longer grinding against his thigh, the chill in the air against your bare sex sends a line of lighting along your spine, kicking your pants away. Rather different from the warmth against your palm as you pump his length. He’s hard, and he was leaking from his tip like a faucet the moment you touched him. 

“No teasing.” Panting the words as his hands land on your hips to lift you upwards, forcing your hand away from his cock. “Please.” Grabbing the collar of his jacket as you lick your lips to try and stop you from yanking his head back to kiss him again. 

“I’m too far gone ta tease ya.” Once he has you high enough he uses his body to press you against the wall again, allowing him the use of one of his hands. Using it to slide the tip of his cock between your dripping folds, smearing the fluid around to better coat the head before pressing it against your hole. “Deep breath.” It’s the only warning he gives. 

Throwing your head back as he sinks his long shaft deep inside of your core. Mammon’s cock might be average when it comes to girth in your experience, his length however? He could easily be in porn, the head hitting your cervix with ease and there’s still several inches between the fine white hairs around his base and your folds. “So warm and tight.” Mammon is panting as he enjoys your pussy for a moment before he starts to move. “Yer perfect Treasure.” Moaning the words as he moves with purpose. 

One of your hands moves to grab his hair again, tugging on the strands as your insides pulse. Mammon’s pace pulling more and more moisture from your core as it makes you more and more aroused. Moaning yourself as he pulls himself halfway out before slamming back in, each brush of his tip against your spongy insides has your walls clenching. Like you’re trying to keep his dick as deep as you can. “Mams!” Wishing the two of you had taken the time to remove your shirt as the sweat is dripping from your hair into the material, pulling you from the immersion of his thrusts growing faster. 

“Fuck Treasure.” Moaning, he shifts so he can press his face against your shoulder, one of his hands going from your hip again to where your bodies are joined. Using his thumb to gather some of your mixed fluids to rub at your clit. “Just like that.” You moan, the movements of his hips growing erratic until he stills.

His length as deep as he can go inside of your body and you feel the heat as he cums inside of you, whispering your name as he climaxes. 

Your grip on his hair loosening to play with the hair instead of grabbing the soaked strands like they were a stress ball. “I don’t think you’ve ever finished that fast.” Chuckling a little as you move your fingers to tilt his face away from where it’s buried into your shoulder. 

“I ain’t finished.” Muttering the words as he lets you guide his head back, his eyes narrowed in post orgasmic bliss. Rolling his hips in a circular motion that makes you gasp. “If anythin’ I’m just getting started.” Wrapping one of his arms around your lower back as he pulls away from the wall, keeping you in his arms but not held as high. The new angle has pressure more against the front of your cunt, he feels bigger, if that’s even possible. Tilting his head so he can connect your lips while still keeping you on his cock. 

Licking the inside of your mouth as if savoring the taste of you while he walks somewhere else in his room. It isn’t long before you realize it’s towards the door, pulling away from him just long enough to realize it’s still open. 

“No one would have seen ya from the closet.” Mammon whispers, having felt your body tense around his length. “And they ain’t ever seeing ya like this.” With that done, Mammon goes back to mapping your mouth with his tongue before walking back to the couch and sitting on his ass. Adjusting your legs as he does and you feel your gummy walls spasm at the angle change again. 

“Time for this ta go.” Leaning back and using his hands to pull your shirt upwards and over your head before tossing it away. Instead of removing your bra, he pushes the cups down, licking his lips as he stares at the raised nubs on each breast. Placing his palm around one so he can take a handful, flexing his fingers to squeeze it. 

You moan again, shifting your hips to get more friction in your core once more. While the whole open door moment had your arousal cooling, him still being rock hard is bringing you back to wanting your own orgasm to rack through your system. “I thought you said you wouldn’t tease?” 

“That was before my head cleared from that first load.” He might have said the words but the expression on his face is clearly one that’s still in a fog of desire.

“For some reason I don’t beli-” Gasp when Mammon lifts his hips, jostling you upwards and giving you some of that delicious friction you’re after. 

“Maybe.” With his other hand on the curve of your ass, using it to lift you up and down in his lap while he continues to play with your breast. “I’m tryin’ to let ya catch your breath. Or didcha forget you’re human?” It’s hard to argue with him since no, you didn’t forget but based on how he had been acting you had expected him to. 

“It sounds like an excuse for you to keep teasing me.” Moaning as he starts to move you faster, and instead of answering you he moves so he can suck at your breast while still playing with the other. Suffice to say it doesn’t take long before he seems to be shooting another load in your core, only this time he doesn’t stop moving. 

Like he’s not only intent on breeding you, but also trying to push you over the edge as well. Another slight shift, and you feel the coil in your stomach starting to grow tighter. One of the metal weights on his jacket that keeps the loose leather straps from flying around has landed between your bodies and it’s rubbing against your clit as Mammon lifts you in his lap. The chill makes you see stars as you pant his name when your climax hits you. 

“That’s it Treasure.” Licking your nipple as he keeps moving you, dragging your orgasm out. “Keep clenching for me, I’m gonna give ya more.” Your spasming core massaging his length, a feeling that has Mammon feeling his balls tighten before he hisses your name. Slamming your down on his length hard enough to make you have a smaller orgasm as he sputs his cum right against your cervix.

Both of his hands moving to hold your shoulders as he kisses along your breasts and chest, waiting for your insides to slow their shifting and enjoying the taste of sweat on your skin. 

“Shit.” It’s the first thing that falls from your mouth as you blink back to your senses. “That was…” Trailing off as you reach up to play with his white locks. 

“If ya say anything less than amazin’ yer getting a gag.” You just laugh before gripping both of his horns to tilt his head back, forcing him away from your chest so you can kiss him. The taste of salt mixing in as you deepen it, coiling your tongue along his as you try to at least convey how good you feel through your actions. 

Coming back up for air just as your lungs start to burn. “It was amazing.” His eyes are more golden now as he smirks, the blue still missing from how wide the black is. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.” Giving another laugh as you let your head fall forward to press against his. 

“I’m far from done Treasure.” A flash in his eyes and you find his hand on your chest to push you back, with your feet against the headrest. It’s a strange position, almost like you’re going backward down his body, even more so when your hands land on the floor. “What a nice view.” You hear the sound of him licking his lips before he starts to move you, the new angle has his tip dragging along the upper muscles lining the inside of your cunt. Whining at the sensation since he seems to be brushing both your G spot and A spot with every thrust. 

It isn’t long before you feel that same coil in your growing tighter, the sound of wet slaps as he keeps sliding you harder and faster. “Mammon!” Screaming his name when your insides squeeze together like you’re trying to milk him, only aware of another load of his seed pumped inside of you when he lifts you back up. Rubbing your face as the chemicals from your brain floating in your system are starting to make you sleepy. 

“Tired Treasure?” You nod, feeling him shift you so he can stand again. Heading for his bed before letting out a low laugh that makes you twitch. Looking down to see a thick band of white around his shaft, right around the area where you can take his length. It’s hot, and your stomach is clenching at the thought of adding to the ring. “I’ll be more gentle this round.” Lifting your head to see his eyes glowing in the dim lights. “Not makin’ any promises for the rest of em.” 

You are both excited and terrified at the prospect. 

The next morning, you wake up to heavy limbs with your entire body sore. Groaning when you make the slightest shift to try and adjust against the hardness you feel under your hip. A moan from behind you, and you realize it’s one of Mammon’s boots under you. Blinking before you flush as you remember how many different rounds the two of you had, how eventually he had stripped down as well. At one point even using his wings to play with your breasts while painting your insides white. 

“Mams?” Your voice sounds hoarse, trying to shift more after tossing the stupid boot away, only to pause. Your eyes slowly moving downwards as you push the sheet over your form away, a slight bulge in the lowest part of your abdomen. Realizing he’s still inside of you, and hard. 

“Stop movin’ I’m finally calming down.” His hands wrap around you as he buries his face into the side of your neck and hair. “If ya move too much I’m gonna need to pump more back inta ya.” 

“So, we’re not leaving your room today.” 

“No. Now go back ta sleep.” His voice mumbled as he somehow pulls you even tighter against him. 

“Fine.” Trying to ignore the way your body hurts so you can slip back into dreamland. 

The next time you wake up, Mammon is fussing over you. Helping you shower and constantly asking if you need anything, which is kind of nice and sweet. Even his whispers of how sorry he is for putting you through that are endearing. Telling him that next time it happens, he better not hide and make you come looking for him.

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“Such a good Kitten.” His face flush as Satan utters the words, and you feel his cock twitching inside of your walls as he keeps the steady rhythm he’s had. Sliding his length almost all the way out, with only the tip still inside your slick channel before slowly sinking back in. 

You’re in a haze, the steady movement of his hips has you hovering just at the precipice of tipping over the edge. Being pulled back from it when his tail drags along your skin, the sharp slide of the hard cartilage of each segment as he flicks the end in different places. 

You’ve lost track of how long that’s been going on for. 

The blond might carry the title of Avatar of Wrath, but in moments like this, his control and patience is astounding. His breathing even while you gasp for ragged breaths, struggling to fill your lungs as the careful drag of his member has your mind blanking at times with no coherent thoughts to be found. If anything, Satan could be reading a book instead of fucking you stupid. 

The only thing you’re certain of is the amount of liquid dripping from your core, your skin slick with moisture from where the two of you are joined, the fluid trailing down between your cheeks before soaking the fabric under you. The haze you’re floating in between the pleasure and pain is intoxicating, and he’s just using his cock and tail. 

At the start of the evening he’d sunk into you with your legs draped over his while you were on your back. A promise of making a mess of you before he began this torture that has you in bliss, the tension in your core enough that you're sore from hovering at that edge for so long. 

Your back arching when the green point of his tail flicked across one of your nipples. “I asked you a question Kitten.” Did he? You’re so lost in the haze you don’t even remember him speaking. “I think your lack of an answer is enough of one for me.” 

He shifts, and you’re left crying out. Your body scrambling to try and push his cock back inside your empty walls as a few tears spring from your eyes. “Need you.” A breathy whine that borders on desperation as you try to will your body to move to bury his length as deeply as you can take him. 

“Then you should have been paying attention.” A form of punishment as your legs land on the bed for the first time since the two of you started. Feeling the mattress under you sink as Satan moves, tilting your head and letting out a whine that is somehow even more pathetic at the sight in front of you. His cock is bobbing just above your breasts, precum dripping from the fiery red tip, trails of milky white fluid along his length that are falling to land against your skin with a strange cooling sensation. 

That dick should be inside you, because you know what it looks like when he’s ready to cum and he’s moments away. “Waste.” Uttering the single word as his weight settles on you before his hands are pushing your boobs together, a plushy mound of tissue around his cock. 

“I asked if you wanted it inside or not, it’s your own fault if you think this is going to be a waste.” A hitch in his voice as he starts to move, faster than when he had been sunk in your gummy walls. The sight of his tip poking out between your breasts has you panting, lips parted in a grimace. He might be right but that doesn’t mean you need to be happy about it. 

It’s his fault anyway for turing your brain to mush. Now you aren’t going to get to reach your own climax. “That’s quite the face you’re making.” Of course he’s teasing you, and as your body cools you’re more aware of the strain in his voice. Your gaze moving from his tip that’s playing peekaboo with your boobs to his face. His adams apple shifting as he swallows that makes your body expel a glob of sticky fluid from your sex. “Don’t worry Kitten, you might have been bad.” Panting as he speaks with a glimmer in his eyes. He’s more affected than you had thought, his blond hair almost flat to his head from the amount of sweating he’s been doing, the strands clinging to his hair and horns. “But I’d be a terrible lover if I left you behind.” 

You don’t have time to ponder his words, gasping once more as your knees lift with your toes curling as the tip of his tail starts to play with your folds. The sharp edges turned away as the blunted sections rub against you before a thicker section pushes into your core. It doesn’t feel as good as his cock does, but with the tip lazily circling your clit and giving it the occasional brush you’re right back to being in a haze. “Satan!” His name leaving your throat as your neck arches, the muscles straining as the hours of being denied has you cuming hard enough to black out, unaware of the fluid gushing from you and soaking his tail. 

“Good girl.” Praising you as his hips freeze, cock spasming as thick white ropes shoot from his tip, paining your breasts and neck in white fluid. Releasing your breasts to wipe the sweat from his eyes so his view of you isn’t blocked. 

He hadn’t actually asked you a question, but you don’t need to know what. Satan needed an excuse to see you fucked out of your mind and covered in his cum. Something to make him preen internally whenever the two of you were out and about.

Because only he got to see you like this. A sticky, sweaty mess, all just for him.

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“You’re going to make me cum.” A whine from Levi as you roll your hips when you shift your weight backwards. Impaling yourself more on his cock that’s inside you while the second twitches and rubs against your clit. 

“That’s.” Panting as you lean forward, putting more weight on your arms. “The point.” Sliding back again while you lick your lips, trying to focus through the warmth steadily increasing along your lower back. His fingers gripping the soft flesh above your hips hard enough to bruise, and you’re enjoying it beyond belief. 

Your sweet, shy little otaku is finally breaking out of his shell. In a proverbial sense at least since he’s gotten better at asking for sex, even if he still bases it off of bad romance manga when he does. Sure you still need to take the lead at times, but the fact that he’d started out rutting into you while moaning how tight you were this time? It was amazing, feeling your body clench around him like a vice each time he made you cum. Panting on your hands and knees as he brought you to climax several times. 

Now, as his hips were stuttering and slowing, you saw it as your turn to help him relax. To get him over the edge and make a mess of both of you with his duel cocks. 

“Can…” Another whine from him and you feel his hands grip you even tighter as if to slow your movement. “Can we…” It’s then you realize he’s trying to ask you something, stilling your hips as you glance over your shoulder at him. 

His eyes are screwed shut like he’s trying to stop himself from seeing spoilers for the newest anime, his pale cheeks flushed pink, contrasting with his purple hair quite a bit. “Yes Levi?” 

“Can we…” Biting his lip while his eyes remained close, the pink on his cheeks growing more intense and the tips of his ears starting to match. “Can we try that?” 

“That?” You feel bad asking for clarification since it’s clear it took a great deal of effort for him to even ask the question. Watching his expression shift from one of arousal right to embarrassment. One of his hands leaves your side to partially hide the parts of his face not as easily visible because of his hair, but you can see the way his pupils are almost slits. A sign he’s nearly past that edge. 

Out of the blue, it hits you. 

What he’s asking for, and it makes your stomach clench while your heart starts to hammer against your ribs. A fresh wave of fluid gushing from your core as you squeeze his length while sweat pools along your lower back. 

“Yeah Baby. I wanna try it so bad.” Adjusting your weight against one arm as you lean forward until the tip of his cock is just past the inside of your pussy. Your other hand moving to cradle the tip of his second, smearing the pre-cum around the scalding hot flesh before pressing it closer to his other length. 

Because of his shape, one length is shorter than the other, but while it lacks length it’s a bit more on the girthy side. In different positions, it’s usually that one that the two of you use when having sex, but in positions like this one, it makes more sense to use the longer length. But you’ve never taken both before. 

“Levi?” 

“Ye-ah?” His voice cracking and you feel both of his dicks twitching. 

“I need you to push forward when I say.” Rubbing his second tip against yours folds as you take a deep inhale, willing your walls to relax and stop spasming. “Gently.” With your hand as a guide, and several orgasms under your belt to make you as relaxed as possible, Levi starts to move forward. The second head starting to rub against the opening of your slit, and if it wasn’t for your hand it would have started brushing against your clit inside of starting to split you open. 

Instead, you let out a moan as your body spasms at first, not wanting to accepted the second cock. However slowly but surely your insides stretch, allowing both tips to sink inside of your core. Both of you freezing with you moaning while sweat clings to your back, Leviathan letting out a keening whine as his hips jerk forward only to still with both heads firmly nestled in your moist warmth. 

“Levi~” Panting as you feel fluid form along your hairline, dripping down from your forehead and falling into your eyes. A slight sting that you welcome given how full you feel. All from both tips. 

Your name sounds like a prayer as it slips from his mouth before you feel Levi shift, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he gasps in lungfuls of air. “So good.” A cry from deep in his throat that leaves his lips drags along the skin covering your shoulder blade. “I’m gonna!” 

“Fill me up Levi!” Panting yourself now, trying to focus on your core clenching impossibly tight around the partial shafts heating your insides while keeping your hand in place to keep him from slipping out. 

“Wah!” Feeling the force of both heads shooting hot sticky cum inside of you, your straining arm gives out. Your face landing in the blankets the two of you had spread on the floor beforehand to make it more comfortable. Swallowing as you try to suck air into your lungs via your mouth, not trusting your nose. All while feeling his hot breath cooling the sweat along your back. 

“I’m sorry.” Flinching when you hear him whisper those two words against your skin. 

“For what?” Genuinely confused since you’ve never felt so good, and you feel on top of the world. 

“It’s just the tips.” He says it in such a depreciating way that you let out a few chuckles. Reaching for his land to tug it closer to your face. 

Kissing his fingers between breaths. “That was amazing Levi. We’ve got years to get used to more.” And you’re looking forward to the day you can take both cocks to their bases, envisioning how amazing it’s going to feel if just the tips take this much out of both of you. 

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If you had any complaints about your love life, it was that the two people you wanted most seemed to have some sort of underlying tension that made it awkward. 

Barbatos as of late, seemed more annoyed than usual with the white haired sorcerer. 

Solomon of course, was as flippant as usual. Just laughing it off saying the demonic butler was just being himself. 

Honestly you didn’t even understand how the two of them could have a pact with the way they both acted at them. Yet it seemed to come to a head one night, all because Solomon had wanted to try something new. 

“You wanna what?” Blinking as you looked at him over the edge of the book you had been reading. 

“It’s not that complicated.” Chuckling as he dropped down beside you on the touch, giving the object in his hand a toss. “I want to make it so even when we’re apart, I can still pleasure you at night.” 

“How is a cock sleeve gonna do that?” That question just resulted in even more soft laughter as Solomon plucked the book from your hands before leaning in to steal your breath away with a kiss. 

His voice low as he whispered sinfully just loudly enough for you to hear. “By enchanting this one, to connect to that lovely cunt of yours.” That had caused a line of fire to race down your spine in time with the inferno forming on your cheeks, grabbing his hand and dragging him to his bedroom for a physical encounter first. Plus, the idea of him having something that made it so he could fuck you whenever and wherever you were was pretty hot. 

To the point where it turned into a game for Solomon, using it during the middle of the day when you were in class. Forcing you to try and act normal while sitting in your seat. Or he’d use it when he knew you were having a meal with the brothers. 

What seemed to cause the problem, was when he used it when you were having tea with Diavolo. 

A soft call of your name at a thrust that had you seeing stars, and you turn to see Diavolo looking at you with an expression laced with concern. “Are you alright? You look like you might have a fever.” 

You swallow, trying to school your expression so it’s a soft smile across your lips instead of one that’s ready to cum. “I’m fine. I think I just need the washroom.” Excusing yourself as you try to rise without giving away that you’re being plowed by an invisible force. 

Unaware of a certain butler following behind you after he gave a signal to his lord that he was going to check on you. 

The second you’re out of sight inside the castle, you lean your shoulder against the wall, rubbing at your face as you try to fish your phone from your pocket. Only to find the device snatched from your hand just as you were about to hit the dial on Solomon’s contact while your back was pressed to someone’s chest. 

“Of course that sham of a sorcerer is involved.” Barbatos scoffs from behind you and you feel your face warm from the embarrassment. “We’re heading to my room, lest another comes along and realizes you’re more aroused than a succubus.” So much for warm, now your face feels like it’s an inferno and it has nothing to do with Solomon still using the toy to pound away at your insides. 

Letting Barbatos guide you towards his room and closing the door before letting out a small sigh. One you know the meaning of already. “It was Solomon’s idea.” Explaining what’s been going to a very calm looking demon, and you know that calm is a thin veneer because of a certain sorcerer being involved. By the end, you know down to the marrow of your bones he’s not impressed. 

“At least this explains why you’ve been smelling of sex every hour of the day.” His deadpan delivery has you feeling worse, to the point that while you can still feel the other making use of the toy you’re not enjoying it. “I was also beginning to wonder if you were beginning to lose interest in our little arrangement.” His gloved hand on your face, tilting your head so you aren’t avoiding his gaze.

“No.” Feeling sheepish as you say it, because as much as you’ve enjoyed your fun with Solomon there’s a reason you're dating two of them. “It’s just, I know you’ve been busy lately. Plus Sol-” 

“Do not stay his name.” You jolt at the sharp edge in his voice and the way his eyes narrow. “However you are correct, I’ve been busy as of late and I see a certain shameless individual took advantage.” His voice grew softer after a moment. “I shall have to take steps to rectify my absence as of late.” 

Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he keeps his hand on your chin, descending his face until the two of you are sharing the same breath. His other hand at your clothed core, his nimble fingers rubbing circles into your sex that is making you pant. “Would you like that?” A teasing in his voice that has your eyes widening. 

“Yes.” The single word barely past your lips as Barbatos closes that minuscule space to kiss you like you’re a glass of water after he’s been wandering the desert. Those skilled fingers working to divulge you of your clothes as quickly as possible while kissing you senseless. Pulling away when he starts to remove his own and it hits you. “Barbatos?” Swallowing as you feel Solomon giving another thrust to the toy that has your insides twitching. “How is this going to work? Isn’t Solomon inside me?” 

That earns you a soft laugh, his fingers sweeping across your forehead to brush your hair away from your face. “I am familiar with the enchantment that he used, it won’t be a problem.” Pecking the space beside your eye before pressing you against the wall of his room. “Just keep your phone close.” Nodding as you feel the confusion course through your system but you aren’t bothered by it. 

His reason why makes sense the second he sinks into your core. 

It’s like both of them are inside of you and taking up the same space, and after a moment Barbatos sets a pace that has you seeing stars. The master of time snapping his hips so that just as you feel the sensation of Solomon pulling out, he’s sinking in. 

Which means you’re constantly feeling like you’re being penetrated, and it doesn’t take long for you to cum around his cock. In a haze when your phone starts to ring, fumbling for it while Barbatos is letting you come down from your high. By the third ring you’re getting frustrated. “Answer it please?” 

“Of course.” Smirking that smile that has your stomach dropping to your feet whenever you see it. “Well hello, Solomon.” Now you get it. Barbatos was expecting this to happen. Starting to move his hips while listening to the sorcerer on the other end of your phone. “It sounds more to me like you were taking advantage of our sweet partner.” His movements grow rougher than before and you let out a whine from low in your throat. 

Then a higher pitched one when Solomon starts to thrust into the toy harder from wherever he is, both of them hammering the inside of your cunt like it’s a competition. “I fail to see how I’m being ridiculous, if you had of been more discreet I may not have caught on.” You're breathing so hard your ribs are starting to hurt from quickly you’re sucking air into your lungs. “I do believe, what was it you said several days ago to Lord Diavolo?” Watching Barbatos as he doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat as he pounds you like a piece of meat. “You reap what you sow.” 

His other hand toying with your clit since the movement of his hips has you firmly against the wall. You’re pretty sure you’re going to have the pattern of the bricks in the skin of your back by the time he’s done, but you aren’t actually complaining. Your next orgasm ripping through you with enough force you scream his name in his ear, missing the feeling of a ghost like splatter deep in your walls.

Barbatos of course, stills as you cum around him, breathing through his nose as he forces the bubbling of his gut down. While he isn’t finished yet he does need to take care of one other thing. “Tut tut Solomon, you may be the greatest sorcerer but it seems a single orgasm and you’re done. If you can’t look after our lady properly, stop using the toy.” To the casual listener there’s no shift in Barbatos’s cadence, but to anyone who knows him well? He’s taunting. 

“I’ll have to show her a proper night of pleasure.” It’s with those words you come back to your senses, opening your eyes just in time to watch Barbatos toss your phone to the side atop your clothes once more. A smile crosses his lips as he turns his full attention back to you. “Now, where were we?” 

It’s only several days later that you feel the phantom sensation of being filled again, and this time Solomon is beside you. At least you know where the toy ended up, and you doubt Barbatos will use it to the extent that Solomon did. Seeing as this is the first time, and it feels like he’s content to just have your phantom cunt warm him up. 

Maybe you can convince Solomon to make a toy that you can use to the same effect. Or two. After all, you do try to be fair.

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You feel the air as it leaves your lips, shaky as your eyes partially roll back and you feel the muscles deep inside of your sex clench. Your body is both too hot and yet chilly all at the same time as you shift. An audible swallow as you try to get your racing heart to calm down, to get the fluttering in your neck to still. 

Taking a deep inhale as you will yourself not to get too caught up in the flickers of warmth spreading from your core throughout your body. Shifting your focus to the black leather leash held between your fingers, the knuckles pale from just how tightly you’re holding it. 

Licking your lips as you force your eyes open again, to look down between your thighs at the head of black hair attached to the demon kneeling in front of you. The shiny leather in your hand leads down to a silver hoop, attached to a band with the same sheen as the leash wrapped around his pale throat. The only piece of clothing on his body. 

Another shaky exhale leaves you as his tongue licks between your folds with wide passes, the wet muscle curling at the apex of his pass to scoop your juices into his mouth. His hands massaging your thighs, the heat of his palms sinking through the thin barrier of pantyhose you’re wearing under the skirt that is hiked up around your hips. 

Reaching out to slide your fingers in his messy black locks, your nails scraping his scalp just enough to make him hiss between your labia. A least you think it was a hiss, when it comes to Lucifer, sometimes you can’t tell if his noises are pain or pleasure. Twisting your grip on the longer parts of his bangs to pull his face back to look into his crimson eyes, his pupils blown wide. “You’re not doing a good job pleasuring your Master.” Trying to keep your tone devoid of emotion and your face neutral. “Put some effort into it.” Curling your hand around the length of the leash for good measure, watching as Lucifer’s head jerks at the movement. 

“Of course, Master.” Fuck. You could almost come from that alone, that smug tone of his as he answers, while your slick covers the lower half of his face and drips from the point of his chin. 

A single nod, and you loosen your grip on his hair while letting more of the leash grow slack. This time Lucifer uses the tip of the point of his tongue to trace the innermost part of your labia, moaning into the skin before starting to lap at your opening with the flat of his tongue. Quick passes that cover from your taint to your clit, shifting his chin as he does, so his nose bumps along your moise skin. 

You can feel your juices and his saliva mixing together the faster he works, more concerned with pleasuring you than drinking you down. The fluid dripping down along the curve of your butt and forming a puddle under you, and making a mess of his leather chair. 

Licking your lips as you watch him, a smirk forms on your face as you tilt your neck to the side to get a better view of him and his tongue. Swallowing when you feel your muscles twitch as you watch the point of his tongue slide over the skin. Your breathing growing rapid the longer you watch him lap at you with a precision that’s frightening, each pass of that skilled tongue pressing against different areas as the puddle of fluid under you grows larger and larger. 

Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip when Lucifer lets out a moan that seems to vibrate against your clit, the mix of warm moist air and the fluttering of lips is almost enough to put you over the edge. Almost. 

Your hand twisting, the slack in the leash gone as he starts to prod your dripping slit with the point of his tongue. Sinking in just enough to make you gasp before pulling it out again, his nose just above that sensitive bundle of nerves and his exhales hitting it is enough of a different sensation that you could have sworn you felt a fresh wave of slick being expelled from your core. 

It seems as if he’s aware of the new moisture, and he wants it, shoving it face between your thighs with enough force that you jolt against the hard backing of his chair. His tongue as deep inside of your walls as physically possible, twisting and curling it so quickly you aren’t even sure you can properly follow the movement of it. Mewling from the pleasure with your hand pulling the leash even harder, to the point that Lucifer lets out a noise that sounds like a cross between a moan and a groan. The noise muffled by your sex, but damn can you feel it, tipping over the edge with your thighs tightening around his head as you jerk your hips chasing after more of that high as you try to drag it out. 

Finally slumping back when your body relaxes with your eyes closed, letting out a small whimper when you feel his tongue slowly dragging in and out of you still. Barely opening your eyes to notice his crimson orbs watching you, making a show of curling his tongue as he licks upwards. Pausing just before reaching your clit and pulling back to show you the amount of fluid clinging to the tiny bumps along the muscle. Humming as he moves almost glacially slow to close his mouth, tilting his neck so more of it is visible through the collar before swallowing. 

Your brain seems to do a reset while your cunt gives a squeeze that makes you realize just how sore you are from the force of the orgasm he gave you. 

“Was that more to your liking, Master?” His eyebrow raised again, like he’s daring you to tell him it wasn’t good enough. 

“Not to break the roleplay, but I should shove your head back in there and make you choke on me you prideful bastard.” Deadpanning as you take the break in the game to rub at your face. 

“Oh Sweetheart.” Laughing as he uses the time to make an excuse to reach up and push his fingers between the collar and leather to give himself a bit more room. “That would require you to have something to make me choke on.” 

“You know what I mean!” Giving the leash a tug and making him laugh even harder. You both know it doesn’t matter how hard you pull it, you don’t have enough strength to ever cause him actual harm. 

It isn’t long before the game begins again, and you’re panting while trying to maintain some form of control. All in all, it’s been an enjoyable evening, in Lucifer’s study at the House of Lamentation while the demon that normally has full control of your shared sex life is busy eating you out like a champ with his cock making just as large a mess under him as the one under you.

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“This isn’t fair.” You try not to snort at just how pouty the so called Witty Sorcerer sounds at the moment. Instead trying to school your expression into what you hope comes off as sultry as you look over your shoulder at him. 

As much as Solomon has always seemed so unflappable in public, like nothing could get the man out of sorts, the state he’s currently in would ruin that image if you snapped a pic and uploaded it to Devilgram. His pale cheeks are covered in sweat, and his white hair is sticking up all over the place. His pants are long gone, the muscles you wouldn’t expect in his upper thighs corded and strained. He still has his black turtleneck on but the fabric is clinging to him like a second skin, making the rhythmic expansion of his chest all the clearer. He looks like he’s had a workout and is trying to come down from pushing himself too hard. 

You know the state he’s currently in is all because of you. 

After having a few drinks at the Fall, you’d decided to return to his room at Purgatory Hall before he tried to get a pact with Lucifer in his drunken state. The sorcerer was far worse off than you were, but he still seemed rather put together. Ignoring, as per usual how he was starting to get a little annoying to the rest of your shared company. Thankfully, all it took to get him to be willing to leave was you whispering in his ear how you wanted to try something new with the man. 

His agreeable state might have also been affected by you choosing to sink your teeth into his earlobe after asking and the man almost coming on the spot from it. He might not have wanted to admit it, however you were certain he enjoyed rubbing it in everyone else's face that you were whispering in his ear and willing to follow you like a dog. Standing tall with his chest puffed out in victory. 

But right now, he looks for all the world like a pathetic mess. The silver metal gleaming in the candles floating around the room for ambiance, quite the contrast to the ruby red skin of his cock trapped within it’s confines. The design of the cage you’d locked his length inside of done in such a way that he couldn’t even touch himself properly. 

“What isn’t fair?” Pretending like you don’t know as you shift your shoulders just enough that the sheer wrap you’ve donned slips down so he can see the shoulder strap of the lingerie you put on unimpeded. 

“Are you really going to make me say it?” His words broken as he gasps a little, his hips lifting as if he could seek some form of release against the metal, his long fingers gripping the armrests of his chair hard enough that you can see the blue veins under his skin even from here. At least he seems to be following your request to keep his hands away from his legs, but not without effort.

“What do you mean?” Tilting your head as you lift the wrap before turning to the side to face him, sticking your butt out in the process to try and show off more of your figure as well as the lines of the garter belt holding the thigh-high stockings in place. “I really don’t understand what isn’t fair.” Pretending to be confused by his line of questioning. 

“You teasing me when you look so tantazling, and my poor dick keeps hitting this stupid metal.” You can see his thighs shaking as his cock twitches, a visible bead of precum forming on the head before it bursts against the silver. “Wouldn’t you rather be on your back with me showing my cute apprentice how much I appreciate her?” Honestly you’re amazed he’s still sitting in the chair instead of over and dragging his fingers along your skin. You figured he’d have ignored that little request as he was so often wont to do.

Prentending to think about it for a moment with your finger to your lip, letting the sheer fabric fall away on one side of you so he can see the cut of the lingerie and how it hugs your curves to show off all your best assets. A groan from the sorcerer and you watch his cock twitch inside of the cage once more. “Nope!” Giving a laugh at the way his smile falls. “This is way more fun.” Letting the rest of the wrap fall to the floor as you turn to face him fully.

The way his adam’s apples shifts in his throat is pretty telling, and his gaze is locked on your sex. Instead of wearing the underwear that goes with the set, you’ve got on a thong that has a row of pearls framed between the lips of your pussy. “Getting to tease you, knowing you can’t just take it off when it gets to be too much.” Rolling your hips and placing one foot in front of the other as you stroll towards him. “Since you have a bad habit of taking over and just pounding into me until I’m a drooling incoherent mess.” His eyes haven’t moved, and you hope that the saunter has your arousal coating the pearls on full display. “I think this is beyond fair.” Stopping just close enough that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted, since you never said he couldn’t.  

“What did I do to ever find a woman that likes to tease me so?” Lamenting his situation as his hips lift again, this close you can see even his balls are throbing inside of the metal. 

“I’m not sure, but you should be thankful.” Carefully shifting yourself to have your back to him, and trying to move your body in a way that you hope comes off as sensual as you try to dance for him. “After all Solomon.” Whispering his name as you look over your shoulder at him once more. “Imagine how amazing it’s going to feel when I finally let you fuck me tonight.” Another groan from him, but at least he nods. 

For some reason, when the night is over and you’re curled up in Solomon’s embrace with his seed seeping from between your legs you hear him whisper against your hair. “It seems you were right, we may have to do this again sometime.”