Andy. 19. She/They. Obey Me! character writing.

Belphegor and you had been sitting in the dining hall for nearly half an hour, just talking away from the other guests.

The other guests included his brothers, Simeon, and Solomon. Luke had apparently caught a small cold and was recovering at Purgatory Hall.

You were grinning ear to ear while listening to Belphie talk about some of his favorite dreams he’d had in the past week. He’d smile and giggle as he told you about some of the funny parts, and he’d stumble over the little bits that involved you. He didn’t once falter in his descriptions though, taking notice of how much you enjoyed his talking.

He was just about to finish up Tuesday’s dreams when there was a loud herd of footsteps coming towards the room. In stepped Diavlo, who was leading the other guests. You waved to them all, Belphie’s hand sliding off your almost unnoticeably. Almost.

You always noticed how he seemed to act differently with you when his brothers were around. Now, he’d never bully you or blatantly disregard you. But he always seemed a lot less affectionate whenever his brothers were around. You never knew if it had to do with them being family, or whether it was because you embarrassed him. You never thought about it too long though.

“There you are!” Dia smiled brightly and started ushering people around to their seats. You were seated with Belphie to your right at the end of the table and then Lucifer on your left side. You kept your hands in your own lap, as did Belphie. The entire atmosphere had changed from when it was just you and Belphie, and not just because of the additional people.

Soon the table was full of food and you were talking to Lucifer. You knew how Belphie felt about his eldest brother, and you were understanding, but Lucifer was so kind to you. Belphie took notice of this too.

Your boyfriend was silent through the entire meal, but you and Lucifer were having a nice conversation about classical music. You’d never been keen on it, but Lucifer introduced you and you’d loved it ever since. Spending time with him just to listen to music with someone who also liked it.

Belphie would never mention it to you, but he was so beyond jealous of Lucifer. Getting to spend so much time with you alone. God knows what Luci was planning to do with you. Just some naive human. But he couldn’t think like that for long. Because you were more than just some human to him. And that’s what made him so upset.

Eventually, you and Lucifer quieted down and you felt Belphie’s hand against your leg. You looked over at him and he leaned in closer to your ear. “Do you like him or something?” He sounded pissed, but also genuine.

You thought about teasing him, saying yes, or even avoiding the question point blank. But you couldn’t do that when he looked at you so sweetly. “No baby.” You whispered back, a light blush rushing to his face. “G-good.” He mumbled and nodded sternly.

You moved your hand to his thigh and squeezed it gently, watching him for a reaction. He tried playing it off, but you could very clearly see the blush along his cheeks. You let off some of the pressure, letting him relax a bit more.

You moved your hand up to his upper thigh, watching again for a reaction. His face turned towards yours, a very clear look of embarrassment across his face now. “Stop, we’re in public.” He whispered harshly.

You leaned in, smiling at Mammon who gave you a quick look of confusion. He looked back at Dia and you kissed Belphie’s earlobe gently. “C’mon, you’ve told me all about your little fantasies. How you would just love for everyone to know that you’re mine. So tell me again, do you really want me to stop?”

There was a look of hesitation as he stared down at his plate. “No…” he whispered. His eyes pleading and desperate. You gave him a sweet smile. “I’ve got to use the restroom.” You stood from your seat, your hand gently brushing against Belphie’s shoulder. Lucifer looked up at you and nodded.

You walked out of the room, listening to Belphie’s chair to scoot away from the table and Asmodeus’ giggles of knowing. He always knew everything. You smiled to yourself and made your way up to the second floor bathroom.

It was much further away, but you knew how whiny Belphie could get. And even if he did talk about wanting someone to see, you knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that.

You shut the door behind you, sitting up on the counter waiting for Belphie to come in. Barely seconds after you had shut the door he walked in with a dopey smile on his face. You slid off the counter as soon as he walked in and immediately pushed him up against the wall.

He still had a small smile on his face pinned to the wall, his wrists held in place at his sides by your hands. You frowned at him, though your mind was racing with how hot he looked against the wall.

“You’re such a slut, running after me like a lost dog.” He only nodded in response to your words. “Well? Aren’t you gonna defend yourself, slut?” You smirked slightly, watching his face turn from pink to red. His hips rocking against his pants and bumping into your thighs, trying to get friction.

“N-no.” He whispered, his lips quivering and his pupils blown wide. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his collarbone. Gently kissing him, teeth and tongue grazing against his pale skin.

His wrists strained against yours while he let out small gasps and moans with every gentle kiss. You started to undo his button up shirt, leaving his tie in it’s place. He’d already taken off his overcoat at the table.

With his hands finally free, he moved them to your hips, gesturing your hips towards his so he could grind against you. “God, you’re so needy aren’t you?” He only nodded, focused on getting himself off.

You smiled and pulled his shirt off of him, taking a step back from the wall and pulling him after you by his tie. “Did you lock the door, slut?” You asked, your tone was mocking. “No.” He shook his head, letting out a small sob of desperation. “No.” You repeated.

“Well, it’s almost as if you want us to get caught.” You ran your fingers over his arms. “You wouldn’t want that would you?” You moved him in front of the sink, letting him lean up against it. “I…” His voice trailed off while you took off your own tie and flipped him so he was facing the mirror, hands behind his back.

You looped the silk fabric around his wrists and then around itself a few times, creating a solid knot. Belphie wiggled against it almost immideatly. “MC…” He whined, looking at you through the mirror. “C’mon. You’re not gonna cry now, are you?” You smiled at him, leaving kiss after messy kiss on his back.

You got down onto your knees in front of him. “What if someone hears you crying and comes in?” you teased, moving your face closer to his very obvious errection. “What do you think they would see, baby.” You snickered and undid the belt around his pants. Pulling them down right after, leaving his pants around his ankles. “Who would you want to come in?” You continued, leading him on. He bit his lip, looking down at you, your fingers stuck in the waistband of his boxers.

“I asked you a question.”

“Lucifer.”

He cursed himself after saying it, shutting his eyes to avoid seeing the smug look on your face. “Oh.” You grinned, tugging down his boxers. His cock felt nice while it rested against your face. “Lucifer, huh?” You stuck your tongue out slightly, getting a small taste of him.

You spat down into your hand, moving your face away to start stroking him. Belphie had never brought up Lucifer like this. Sure he’d mentioned someone seeing the two of you, but never Lucifer. 

You smiled to yourself, thinking of all the mean things you could say about what he’d just admitted to. But looking up at him, and seeing how desperate he looked all of that melted away and you opened your mouth. Guiding the tip of his cock into your mouth was the easy part. Stopping him from fucking your throat until both of you were in tears was a different story.

You held his hips in place, his arms straining against the bonds behind his back. You only took an inch or so at first. Letting yourself get accustomed to the feeling. You and Belphie had given each other head plenty of times, but there was something different about tonight.

His desperate noises and how quickly he’d given in to your small teases made your mouth water at the idea. You wouldn’t need his help to fuck your mouth. After you decided that you’d teased him enough you started to take more and more of him down. His tip hit the back of your throat with every bob of you head. Shutting your eyes and letting your hand lazily stroke whatever wasn’t stuffed into your mouth at the moment.

You pulled off after a minute or so. “Fuck, now I really wish someone would walk in.” You pouted up at him. His mouth hung open, chest heaving. “Y-yeah?” You kissed the tip of his cock. “Yes.” You opened your mouth and started to take him all down again.

The choking and gagging sounds were enough to wake the dead, you were genuinely surprised no one had gotten curious and decided to follow the two of you. Though you were thankful you’d decided on the second floor bathroom instead of anywhere near the dining hall.

You started to feel Belphie’s thighs tense up, a clear sign he was so close to cumming. “Plea-ase don’t stop.” He muttered underneath his breath, nails digging into his palms while he focused everything he could on not making a ton of extra noise.

He tossed his head back, hitting the mirror with a small thudding sound. “F-Fuck! MC, don’t stop please.” He whined and cried out in pleasure. You took him further down your throat, fingers digging into his thighs while you forced your own head down.

You heard him choke back something that was somewhere in between a sob and a moan as he came down your throat. The warm liquid leaking out of your mouth as you tried to swallow around him. Another second later and you had pulled off of him.

You stood back up, grabbing the hand towel and cleansing your face of the spit and cum. You got it damp and ran it over Belphie’s face, helping him calm down with small kisses and whispers of how good he was.

You untied his hands and went to pick his discarded shirt off the floor while he pulled his pants back up. “Arm.” You motioned for him to put his arm through the sleeve. He smiled at you and did as you told him to. “Other arm.” You held up the other side and once his arms were through, you buttoned his shirt back up and helped him fix his tie.

You put your own tie back on and then led him back out to the dining room table. The group was silent once you had walked in. “Gosh, sorry it took so long.” You laughed and pulled Belphie’s chair out for him. His face was still a light shade of pink and his hair wasn’t as neat as it had been before you two left.

Simeon frowned and looked into his cup of punch, which didn’t look exactly like punch. And since Mammon and Asmodeus had organized this party, he wasn’t willing to take the chance. He set the punch down on a table near a couple of demons and hurried off to find Solomon.

Simeon maneuvered his way through the party, trying to find the boy he came to the party with. He finally found a room that didn’t have many people surrounding it. Inside were 6 people. Three demons he didn’t recognize, Asmodeus, Solomon, and you. Asmodeus was sitting beside you, much too close for Simeon to feel comfy.

You had a cup with the punch in it and were cradling it while giggling at a joke one of the demons had said. He shut the door, nearly slamming it after he had come in. You looked back and him and smiled brightly. “Simeon!” The other five turned to him and just stared.

Solomon waved and signaled for him to sit. People reluctantly made room for the angel to sit and then waited in an awkward silence. You finished off your drink and tossed the cup in the can in the far corner of the room.

“What are you playing?” Simeon asked, turning to Solomon. “Um…” He shifted and tried to avoid eye contact with him. “Spin the bottle.” Asmodeus clarified and picked up the bottle from the center of the circle.

Simeon had never played before, obviously, but he’d heard of it from Solomon and other demons online. “Oh.” He crossed his legs and held his hands in his lap. “Fun.” He mumbled and looked over at you. You were talking with the girl next to you though. “Solomon’s turn.” Asmodeus passed the bottle and Solomon grinned.

Simeon could swear he saw him glance at you, just for a split second. But it was there. He set the bottle in the middle, and everyone was watching now. He spun the bottle, and after what felt like forever. It landed on you.

Simeon felt his heart start racing and his mouth felt dry. “Maybe-” But before he could protest the game, Solomon got on his hands and knees and you did the same, crawling towards the center. Solomon cupped your cheek and brought your face forward. The kiss was anything but brief, and Simeon couldn’t breath during it.

He could only wish that it were him kissing you instead of Solomon, he was beyond jealous. The other demons watched closely as well, it was very obviously rare to see two humans making out. After what felt like eternity, you pulled away, much to Solomon’s dismay. You tried desperately to hide how flustered you were. Solomon smirked at you and whispered, just loud enough for you and Simeon to hear “You taste like punch.” He snickered and sat back in his seat.

“Let’s play something else.” Simeon blurted out, trying to keep his gaze on Asmo, though he kept glancing at you. “Yeah sure.” You agreed, and the others slowly started to agree. He smiled slightly, glad to be finally heard out.

“Well… What about…” Asmodeus looked around, his eyes landing back on Simeon. “Seven minutes in heaven.” Everyone agreed quickly, not leaving any room for Simeon to object again.

“Since it was Simeon’s idea, he should spin first.” the girl beside you suggested. And the bottle was handed to him before anyone could object. He swallowed hard and shut his eyes, spinning the bottle blindly.

“Ooh!” One of the other demons exclaimed. “You’re so lucky, MC.” The girl next to you sighed. Simeon’s eyes shot open, and sure enough, on the other end of the bottle, you were sitting patiently. Simeon stood, considering just running straight for the door. But before he could, you had taken his hand and were pulling him towards the closet in the room.

“Seven minutes!” Asmodeus called once you shut the door. You stared at him for a few seconds, and then took a deep breath. “We don’t have to do anything.”

Simeon didn’t say anything, only moved a little bit closer to you. “I really like you, MC. And… I think you’re really pretty.” He took a shaky breath in, and held it. “You do?” You stared at him in awe while he nodded. You leaned forward, nearly closing the distance between the two of you. You kissed him, gently at first, worried he’d pull away or yell at you.

But instead, you felt his hands around your waist. His touch was so light, you could barely tell he was there. He slid his tongue into your mouth and whined quietly. He felt giddy sharing his first kiss with you. Even if you were a human, and even if he wasn’t supposed to be doing anything like this. He figured that’s what made it feel even better.

His tongue ran over your teeth, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Your heart was slamming against your chest, you couldn’t find words to describe it. The only thing you came up with, was that kissing Simeon felt heavenly.

But then he stopped. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” he squeezed his eyes shut, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. He still had his hands on your hips. You reached forward and wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him forward.

The two of you stumbled slightly, Simeon now leaning over you against the other wall. “Simeon..” You whispered. His eyes were such a bright and gorgeous blue. “MC…”

The two of you didn’t care about how much time was left on the clock, Simeon’s lips were on yours and he was all you could think about. How soft his skin was, how gently he touched you, how perfect he was. The two of you had only been in the closet for a minute now, but you felt him start to rub against you.

You couldn’t help but grin into the kiss while he whined and rolled his hips against your thigh. You ran your fingers through his hair while he rested his head on your shoulder, holding your hips in place and drooling on neck.

It was almost pathetic.

“Master, please…” He huffed out and you felt yourself get flustered again. “Now now, that’s not very angelic of you.” You heard another whine, though he didn’t stop grinding against you.

“Careful, you might cum in your pants at that rate.” You whispered, trying to save him some embarrassment in case someone was listening. He slowed his pace and you pushed him against the back wall, he slid down it and you followed.

You undid his pants and pulled them down his hips, just enough so you could get a good view of his cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of the angel before you. Already fucked out and you’re barely touched him, his cock twitching just for you.

You wrapped your hand around him and started to pump up and down, he bit his lip harshly, only letting out a choked gasp. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, then moved to his ear. “I’m gonna suck your dick now.”

He nodded frantically “Yes, please. I need it.” He whispered back. You smiled and gave him another kiss before leaning down and licking his tip slowly. You heard a small thud as his head was tossed back against the wall. You started to gently suck, still pumping what wasn’t in your mouth.

Simeon’s hands rested on your head, pulling at your hair while he stared down at you. You decided to take in more. Letting him push your head down, he hit the back of your throat and you let out a gagging sound. His cock twitched in your mouth at the sound and Simeon tried to hold back a moan.

The room outside had gone silent now. Simeon’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat, you couldn’t help the gagging, and he could help the moans. Your saliva dripped down his cock no matter how many times you tried to swallow around him. He was shaking now, his pupils were blown wide, and he could just barely stop himself from fucking your mouth.

“MC, pl-lease be quiet.” He could barely get the words out, the wet sounds were too much for him to handle. “I’m gonna c-cum.” He pulled your hair out of your face and held it back, admiring how hot you looked.

Within seconds of his pleading announcement, you felt him pulling at your hair again and felt his hot seed spill down your throat. He was biting down so hard on his lip it looked like he’d drawn blood, just to stop from crying out for you.

When you pulled off of him, you saw that he had been crying. You wiped your mouth clean with the back of your sleeve before he yanked you into his arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You slid your coat off your shoulders and sat at the bar, hanging your coat around the back of the stool. The bar wasn't too loud, but it wasn't quiet either. There were probably fifteen other people around you. But there was one boy who caught your attention.

He had a somewhat awkward haircut, but he could pull it off. And he looked so shy compared to the group of people he was hanging out with. A few of them looked over at you and you quickly turned to stare back into your drink.

You heard some footsteps moving towards you, and felt your heart race. You were worried that one of the boys would come over and do something gross, maybe they’d gotten the wrong idea. Or maybe they were gonna try and pick a fight for you staring.

But when you looked up, you saw the shy boy from before. “Hi.” He squeaked out. Now that he was closer you could see he was wearing a regular black button up and black slacks. You gave him a smile, “Hey.”

He sat down on the stool next to you and glanced at the bartender, the two didn’t share a single word, but a drink was set down in front of him within seconds. “So…” He started, not taking his eyes off his drink.

“I’m really sorry for staring, it’s just that I’m new here, and that I thought you looked really cool, but I don’t know how to start a conversation.” You were beyond flustered, and it looked as if he was the same. “You… Think I look cool?” He blushed a dark red and fiddled with his bangs.

“Mhm.” You nodded, turning away from him again. There was a moment of uncomfy silence and then “Leviathan.” You snapped up and looked at him.

“I-I mean, my name’s Leviathan.” “Y/N.” You held out your hand, and he took it quickly. His hand was shaky, and he sorta just held it in place before letting go. He looked over at the group he had come from, there were 6 boys staring at you two. You quickly finished your drink and turned to Levi. “Do you know them?”

Levi didn’t even look at where you were gesturing, but responded with a nod. “They’re my brothers.” You waved the bartender over and asked for another drink. “All of ‘em?” You asked Levi, who was also already ordering another.

“Sadly, yes.” He sighed, and rested his head in his hand. He really was gorgeous. The way his hair fell to the side when he tilted his head made it seem so fluffy. His lips looked so soft. And his eyes were hypnotic. You were snapped out of your trance when your drink hit the bar counter.

Levi looked at you expectantly, “Sorry?” You tilted your head. “Oh, uh. Nevermind.” He shook his head, his face was a dark red color. You felt a little guilty about not listening, but you shook it off and downed another round.

After almost an hour of drinking later, you and Levi were best friends. The two of you were touchy, and loud, and were sharing everything that came to mind. “Levi, I think you’re my… bestest friend.” You nodded and leaned onto his shoulder.

He grinned in response, then picked your head up and turned to face you. “I think that…” He looked you up and down and blinked really hard, swallowing even harder. “That you’re really hot.” He practically whispered the second part.

Your eyes widened and you felt a wide grin spread across your face. “I think you’re even more hot.” You glanced back at where his brothers had been an hour ago, they were all somewhere else in the now busy bar. “Let’s get outta here.”

You giggled a little as you felt his fingers intertwined with yours, he nodded uncontrollably, staring up at you in awe. You couldn’t help but feel sick from the nervousness as you led your new crush back to your house.

The walk back to your house was brief, but it felt even shorter than it had actually been. Only sharing a few giggles and hand squeezes on your way back to your apartment. You two decided to take the elevator, not wanting to risk falling down the stairs in your drunken haze. The elevator ride was steamy to say the least.

Your apartment building had ten floors, and you lived at the top. Right after the two of you had gotten in, he stumbled over and leaned in close to you, cornering you against the metal wall. He stared at you until you heard the beep of the second floor and then your lips crashed together.

His hands stayed awkwardly by his sides, yours were all over him though. He quivered at the feeling of your hands on his waist and his neck. He balled his hands into fists and willed himself to touch you. The third floor passed by. He set a shaky hand on your hips and pulled you further into him. Levi let out a shaky breath and let you flip him around so that you had him against the wall. The fourth floor passed.

You looked him up and down, running your fingers over him. He could only whine when the fifth floor went by. You finally started to kiss him again, but he could only stare at the little red lights telling him which floor you two were on. He felt like he could faint by the time you reached level ten.

He felt dizzy and had to lean on you while you pulled him towards your door. Your neighbors had already gone to sleep, the silence and the lack of lights told you that.

“You gotta be quiet, Levi.” You mumbled and held your hand over his mouth. He nodded, his eyes wide. You kept your hand over his mouth, admiring how he looked. You felt something wet run across his hand. Your eyes went wide now, realizing Levi had a split tongue. You pulled your hand away and resisted the urge to shove your fingers in his mouth and look at his tongue. For now, anyway.

You pulled him inside and locked the door behind you. You grabbed his face and forced his mouth open. His eyes were half lidded, and his tongue lolled out. His tongue looked like a snake’s, and it seemed to have a mind of its own. Trying to lick your fingers and almost flicking back and forth.

“Oh… Woah.” You bit down on your lower lip and ran your finger over it, covering your finger in his drool. He grabbed your wrist and moved your fingers to your mouth, pushing them past your lips and into your mouth.

He shut his mouth, though he looked even more in awe than ever. He still had ahold of your wrist, and pulled you over to the bed. He sat you down and got onto his knees before you knew what else to do.

He reached up and undid the button on your jeans. You leaned back on your hands and watched him. He unzipped your jeans, but then got a really serious look on his face. “Can I… Keep going?” His face turned a bright red, and he started to quiver again.

You nodded and giggled quietly. “Yes please.” He nodded as well, still nervous. He pulled your jeans all the way off and swallowed hard. He mumbled something you couldn’t quite hear and then pulled off your panties. Before he could think about what he was doing, he dug his fingers into your thighs and pulled your legs apart.

He reached back up and shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, you sucked on them while he watched you. His chest was heaving and his hips were obviously rocking against his pants. He pulled your fingers out and leaned back down to run them over your cunt. You leaned back further, laying your head on the bed now. Levi finally found the courage to push one of his fingers into your drooling pussy.

He nearly moaned at the feeling of you clench around him, and hearing the sounds that he could draw from you. It made him feel dizzy all over again. He started to pump his finger in and out of you. He easily slid another finger into you and watched as you shot up from where you were laying.

His long, slender fingers could curl and reach all the perfect spots. You reached down to grab onto his hair and pull gently. You didn’t know if he had done this before, or if he was just an insanely talented virgin. Because it felt too good for you to think straight. Levi couldn’t think straight either, all he could focus on was making you feel good the best way he knew how. By using his hands.

Close to two minutes had passed when you were panting, Levi’s left hand was digging into the outside of your thigh while he was biting your inner thigh and drooling all over it, while his right hand kept at a relentless pace. And then, much too soon for his liking, you came on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your soaked cunt and pulled his mouth off your leg, leaving hickeys and bruises in their place. He moved his hand up to your mouth and let you suck them again.

Beelzebub had just gotten back from a workout. He had checked his phone while he was in the gym locker room, seeing a text from you talking about a surprise. His mouth was already watering at what the surprise could be. Homemade curry, fresh sushi, or even just some burgers.

He walked to your room, not noticing the lingerie set that was waiting on your bed. He tossed his duffle bag to the floor and looked around for any sign of food. Nothin. He sighed and walked over to your bed.

Then he saw the item of clothing waiting on your bed. “Oh.” He let a small smile start to form on his lips, but then he saw the small name tag ‘Beel <3’.

His eyes shot open, “Oh.” He picked up the set and looked it over, it was a really nice material. Silky and soft, something that seemed heavenly. It was a soft orange-ish color, and looked silky too. He glanced back at the door, and hurried to lock it.

Once that was done, he started to strip. His shirt first, all while trying not to get too giddy about you seeing him. His shorts were next, along with his boxers. He pulled the silk material around his waist and tried clasping the bra around his back.

Though before he was done he heard the door knob rattle, his heart leapt into his throat. He was scared of what his brothers might think. How they might think he was a weirdo for wearing womens clothes. But when he heard your voice, he was able to breathe again.

“Beel, honey? Are you in there?” He could sense a bit of excitement in your voice, and he felt as though he couldn’t open the door fast enough.

He peeked through a crack in the door, you were alone. So he opened the door all the way and pulled you in. You looked stunned, your eyes scanning his body. He was fidgeting with the bra in his hand and swayed awkwardly.

“Beel… Oh my…” You broke out into a smile and pulled him towards you to kiss him. It was a quick one, but it left Beel with a big smile. You took the bra from his hands and pulled it around his back, clipping it together.

“You’re my pretty, pretty boy, aren’t you?” His face turned a bright red, and all he could do was nod and stare at you in awe. You ran your hands over his arms and down his back, holding his waist in your hands.

He felt so good in your arms, and if you let him, he could stay there forever. Beel started to kiss you gently, slow at first, but he got needy fast. He couldn’t contain his excitement while you pulled him over to the bed, sitting him down and taking a step back.

You crossed your arms while you admired the nervous demon. He was sitting with his hands in lap, his arms shuffling on the carpet nervously.

You leaned in again, and he felt the gentle touch of his hair being brushed out of his eyes. You gave him another kiss on his forehead and then pushed him backwards. He had his hands to the side now, staring up at the ceiling, a cheesy grin on his face.

You ran your fingernails along his body, from his stomach up to his chest, stopping to admire the fabric of the bra. You climbed over and onto his lap, straddling him now. You made quick work of pulling your top off, and started to unbutton your pants as well.

Beel shakily shooed your hands away and unzipped your pants the rest of the way and started to tug at them. You ignored his attempts and leaned down, kissing his neck and holding his head in place.

“Ugh… Fuck.” Beel whined and dug his nails into your back. “What a pretty boy..” You cooed to him and gently tugged at his hair, drawing another whine from him. Beel nodded, “A-all yours.” You bit into the soft flesh of his neck and his back arched up into you, a loud moan erupting from him.

You covered his mouth though, it was still only around 6 pm, and his brothers were still wide awake. You started to grind down on his crotch, his eyes rolling back into his head and your hand getting covered in his drool.

You slowed the kisses, taking more time to admire the demon underneath you. “I… I love you so much.” Beel pulled you in closer and ran his shaky hands over your back, “I love you too.” You smiled into his cheek, giving him one final kiss before sitting up.

You were Lucifer's girlfriend, but he couldn’t help but feel bad. You hardly ever acted like it. At least, to him. You would always spend time shopping with his other brothers or walking to school with them, when he was very capable of doing it himself.

You and Mammon were the worst of it. He would often see you laughing with Mammon outside his door, waiting for him to finish his work. Mammon’s hand reaching out to your waist, but pulling back as he entered the hall. You always played dumb about it too.

But Lucifer couldn’t be mad at either of you. He loved his brothers, and he loved you. Even Mammon. So he decided to come up with a plan.

You had been sitting on Lucifer's bed, coincidentally texting Mammon who was on his way home from another shopping trip. Mammon suddenly stopped answering your messages, so you set your phone down and flopped backwards onto Luci’s bed.

You smiled and curled up into a ball on it, it still smelled just like your lovely boyfriend. You were too busy thinking about him, to notice him walk into the room. You snapped up when you felt his leg on your thigh.

He gave you a gentle smile. “Hi! You’re back!” You grinned at him. He squeezed more on your thigh and wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled in closer. He only let go of you when you were practically straddling his lap. “Luci…” Your eyes were half lidded while you craned your neck down to kiss him gently.

It wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to makeout or even have sex daily. But it was almost never this sudden. You didn’t mind it though, Lucifer was just too much. You ran your fingers through his hair, giving him goosebumps when your fingernails scraped against his scalp.

“Mc…” He stared up at you, a look of awe in his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel flustered under his gaze. He gripped your hips and lifted you off his lap. You squeaked slightly in surprise as he flipped you around underneath him, he looked down at you, an odd look on his face. You couldn’t quite place it, but he didn’t once stop.

He immediately started kissing down your jaw and neck, stopping just above your breasts. He glanced up at you, his hands moving up and down your thighs, occasionally squeezing harshly. You nodded and shut your eyes, tossing your head back against the mattress.

You felt an absence and some shuffling around, then a new pair of hands on your hips. Your eyes shot open and you saw Mammon, pupils blown wide and his mouth ajar. “Hey MC…” He could only form a small smirk, and his voice was shaky.

“Mammon, what the hell?!” You looked over at Luci, who was standing back a few feet. He hurried forward and leaned to your side, Mammon’s eyes were still scanning you.

“I’m sorry, darling. I should’ve told you first.” He gave you a kiss on your cheek and then moved so close that his lips brushed against your ear. “Do you want him to fuck you?” It didn’t sound like a trick or a trap. He sounded genuine. You looked back at Mammon.

You couldn’t lie to Luci. You’d thought about Mammon before, you’d never wanted to cheat. But if Luci was about to allow it, why the hell not? You turned to Luci, who was watching you with a loving smile. You nodded and Luci stood. Taking a seat in the chair across the room.

He kept his hands folded in his lap as you looked up at Mammon. “Hi.” he mumbled, his gaze never flattering. “Hi.” You gave him a small smile and nudged your knee up against his crotch. He choked out a small gasp and looked over at Luci. He had a much more stern look now that you weren’t watching him.

“A-are ya sure yer ok with this?” He looked back at you. “Yes.” You nodded and pushed his face closer to yours by the back of his neck. He quickly shook off his nervousness and kissed you. It was sweet at first, but it got rougher by the second. Harsher. Needier.

He started grinding against your leg, you held him close to you, his face buried in your neck with your hands around his head. “Mammon…” You gasped out as he bit into your neck. You heard Luci shift in his seat and stifle a moan of his own.

You looked over at him, he was fidgeting with his belt buckle while his eyes stayed glued to your face. You felt yourself get all flustered again and turned to hide your face in Mammon’s mess of hair. He had moved his hands to the bottom of your shirt and started to tug at it.

He got off you and pulled it off, his face even brighter than before. “MC… I-” “J-Just take it off…” you motioned to your bra, avoiding eye contact with either of the boys in the room. Mammon hastily agreed and reached around your back and unhooked your bra. You heard both the boys' reactions when Mammon pulled it off.

Mammon’s breath hitched and he tossed the bra aside, landing at Luci’s feet. Mammon looked hungrily down at your tits. Luci, on the other hand. Didn’t make a sound, though his pants did. You had heard a small zipping sound.

You looked over at him, his face bright red and barely covered by his hand. His other hand was already wrapped around his cock. “Luci-” You whined out, he shifted but didn’t answer you. Mammon nipped at your neck again, drawing your attention back to the boy on top of you.

He stood off of you again, this time he pulled his own shirt off. You watched in awe while he stripped. The first to go was his top, quickly followed by his pants. He looked at you, his hand awkwardly pulling at the waistband of his boxers.

You flipped around onto your knees and crawled forward. You slid your fingers underneath the waistband and tugged down his boxers. He wasn’t as big as Luci was, but you weren’t about to complain either. You looked up at Mammon. He was practically drooling at the sight of you in front of his cock. You wrapped your hand around it tenderly. He bit his lower lip, just barely stopping a moan.

He looked down at you and pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You look so pretty..” His eyes scanned your face while you gently started to stroke him. His chest was heaving slightly and his breathing was heavier. You had to admit, he was insanely hot.

Mammon set his hand on top of your head and nudged you forward, glancing at his brother for the okay. With no response, he continued. You opened your mouth and gently started to suck at the tip of his cock. He let out a shaky moan, “S-so warm…” He mumbled and you felt his fingers dig into your scalp. You shut your eyes and started to bob your head back and forth.

You felt Mammon start to buck his hips towards you, hardly able to contain himself as is. You used your hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, while your other hand was rubbing your clit quickly.

“F-fuck, MC you look so hot sucking me off.” He whined and pushed your head further till he heard a small gagging noise and let go. You didn’t once stop though, his hands were shaking at his sides now, unknowing of what to do.

Finally Mammon’s hands moved up to his face, both covering his mouth as he tossed his head back. Your mouth was filled with the warm, bitter liquid while Mammon’s hips mindlessly bucked against your face.

He pulled out after a few seconds, huffing. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. You smiled, then jumped at feeling a familiar pair of hands on your back. Luci ran his hands from your lower back to your shoulders. “Did you have fun, pet?” His voice was a sort of mocking tone. You looked over at Mammon, who now looked extremely embarrassed being so exposed.

You nodded. “Yes, Luci.” He tilted your head to the side gently and looked over the hickeys Mammon gave you. “Aww…” He ran his finger over one of the bruises and then kissed it softly. You felt butterflies in your stomach, your body got more excited as he touched you gently.

Mammon reached out and ran his hands over your thighs and hips while Luci kissed your neck and shoulders. “You put on a really good show, pet.” Luci whispered in between kisses. Mammon’s hand slid towards your cunt, pulling down your skirt and panties, he tossed them aside and Luci’s hand replaced Mammon’s in touching you.

He started gently working at your clit, drawing moans from you. Mammon watched intently. Luci pulled you back into his lap, letting you spread your legs further. He didn’t stop once though. The entire time he was cooing praises into your ear and giving you small kisses.

Then he stopped, and inched forward, closer and closer to your cunt. He left sloppy kisses along your inner thighs and looked up at you.

You nodded to him, Luci giving a small nod as well. Mammon then continued. “Fuck MC.” He whined quietly and licked up the slick dripping out of you. You tossed your head back into Luci’s chest, he gave you another couple kisses and held you firmly in place.

Mammon kept it up for a few more minutes, digging his nails into your thighs and looking up at you, his eyes wider than anything you’d seen before. Luci was whispering praises into your ear the whole time. And when you finally came, the two boys had to hold your thighs open together so Mammon could drink it up.

Afterwards Mammon stood and gathered his clothes together while the two of you watched him. Once he’d gotten himself moderately collected he gave you a sweet smile. You mouthed ‘bye’ and smiled back at him. He hurried out and back down the hall.

You held onto Asmo’s arm tightly, almost scared of the loud music coming from the nightclub across the street. “I-I know I said I wanted to hang out with you tonight, but this isn’t what I meant!” You whined as he dragged you across the street. There was a huge line outside, but with a small smile the bouncer let the two of you in.

“Thanks!” Asmo smiled and led you inside. “I promised I’d introduce you to my brothers tonight though!” He shook you slightly and looked around the packed club.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year now, he’d brought up his brothers a few other times. And you’d heard of them, who hadn’t? But you’d never met any of them, besides Asmodeus.

“Hey!” He yelled and stuck his hand in the air, a few people looked over, and you shrunk down slightly. He waved and pulled you over towards a booth near the back. There was a large group of people standing around the table, not really talking, not really dancing. Just standing around the group.

You and Asmo sat next to each other in the booth. “Hi!” He waved and smiled at the other boys. There were four boys sitting at the table. You leaned into Asmo, “I thought you said you had 6 brothers.” You whispered.

He laughed and nodded. “I guess Luci and Belphie couldn’t make it.” He shrugged and looked at the four sitting at the table. They were all staring at you closely. “These are Beel-” He pointed to the ginger sitting right across from you. He waved and gave a soft smile. “Satan.” He pointed to the boy next to Beel, who looked very disinterested. But he still gave you a smile. “Levi.” He pointed to a purple haired boy who was pouting in his seat and leaned up against the fourth boy.

“And Mammon.” You had to stop yourself from staring, and looked back at the other three. “It’s nice to meet you all. I’m Y/N.” You smiled at them, though only Beel reciprocated it.

Asmo pushed up against you, and you stood. He slid out of the booth and you sat back down. “I’m gonna get some drinks.” “Me too.” Levi, Beel and Satan all said, almost at the same time. They shared a small glance and then stood. All three of them shuffled out and after Asmo.

You had just about forgotten about Mammon when you felt someone brush up against you. You turned to the side and saw Mammon sitting right next to you now. “Hi.” He said, his smile was a mix of a smirk and a grin.

“Hi.” You said and stared at him. He was just so… pretty. You couldn’t exactly explain it, but he was pretty. He leaned in, so close to you, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he inhaled through his nose. “You smell… so good.” His eyes darted around your face.

You tried to keep your composure, “Did you just sniff me??” You asked and crossed your arms. He glanced down at your chest, before looking back at your face, his face a bit redder now. “Maybe.” He didn’t seem nearly as confident as he had been with his brothers around.

“Well. I’m gonna go find Asmo, he’s my ride.” You stood, but he reached out to hold onto you. Though he held his hand back mere inches away from your hand. “Wait. Y/N.” You bit the inside of your cheek, he almost sounded pathetic.

“Yes, Mammon?” You turned back around, his face was covered in a blush and he looked a little shaky. You couldn’t tell if he had been drinking or not at this point. It was pretty late. Close to midnight. You dug your nails into your arms, he looked pathetic. But in a… good way?

You cursed yourself. “Well?” Mammon asked. You just stared at him. “Huh.”

“Oh. Um. I have a car too. I was gonna leave soon anyways.” He sat up properly, trying to compose himself too. “And it’s not a problem, or whatever.” He avoided eye contact now. “Do you want to?”

You looked back at where Asmo had gone off to, he was flirting with some guy at the bar, who then bought him a drink and he was off again. You sighed and looked around, you couldn’t find any of the other guys and it seemed awkward to just turn around and ask one of his brothers.

“Yeah.”

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Mammon’s car was nice. Really nice.

So nice you had considered taking off your shoes before getting in, but Mammon didn’t seem to mind anything. He just seemed happy to have you in his car.

“So. Nice car.” You turned and stared out the window. The devildom was so pretty at night, full of demons and bright lights. “Huh??” His neck snapped towards you. “Nevermind.” You shook your head and looked around the car.

Your eyes fell on Mammon, his thumb was tapping against the steering wheel and he was humming softly. It was a song you’d heard before. His free hand was resting on the gear shift. You had to admit, he was probably one of the best looking guys you’d seen in a long time.

You could stare at him for hours, his fluffy hair, his doe eyes, how soft his skin looked. You just barely stopped yourself from reaching over and caressing him. You winced and pulled out your phone instead.

You had a couple texts from Asmo.

where r u?

i got us drinks

did u leave :(

And then just now,

wheres mammon??

You winced again and turned your phone off, you’d explain it all when you got home.

“I…” Mammon started, his eyes squinting at the road and his hand gripping the gear shift. “I think ‘yer really pretty.” His eyes darted towards you for a reaction, then back at the road. Your eyes grew wide and you felt all flustered again.

“What??” Was what you wanted to say, but all that came out was “You do?” You mumbled and held the bottom of your dress. He just nodded, and didn’t say anything else.

A few minutes later at a red light, you felt his hand on your thigh. He was biting his lower lip and kept his head tilted towards his window. His lip looked like it was trembling, though you couldn’t tell, because he was biting it.

You rested your fingers on the back of his palm, and looked out your own window. After what felt like forever, you saw your apartment complex up the street. “Up here.” You pointed to the row of buildings and Mammon pulled into the lot.

The two of you sat in silence for another few minutes and then you turned to him. “Can I kiss you?” You instantly regretted it, but the look on his face made it a bit less embarrassing.

His mouth was slightly ajar, his pupils blown wide. “Please.” His voice was just above a whisper.

The kiss was a little awkward, Mammon was bent in such a way that looked almost disturbing, just so he could get a little closer to you. He had one hand on your neck, and the other was keeping him upright on the middle console. His lips were soft though, and he tasted sweet.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, just slightly. It only lasted a couple seconds, and when you pulled away, he was obviously waiting for more. His eyes were wider still, and he quickly looked you up and down, trying to take you all in.

You glanced back at your apartment, your apartment was probably the darkest one on your floor. “I should-” “No yeah, I’ll see you later.” He nodded and finally looked away from you. “Do you wanna come up?” You asked, keeping your hand on the door handle. He nodded, and without another word the two of you walked up to your apartment. You felt his arm snake around your waist as you two neared your apartment.

You pulled out your keys, your hands shaking with excitement. The door to your shitty apartment swung open and you flicked on the lights. “Nice pla-” Mammon was cut off when you pushed him up against the wall. You slid your hands around his wrists and held on tightly, holding him against the wall.

You didn’t waste any time kissing him, there was one sweet one on his lips, followed by a sweet little hum and a smile from Mammon. You moved down to his neck, giving him small bites and licks. He strained against your hands, all he could do was whimper and whine in your ear.

“God, Y/N. I-I need it.” He mumbled, his fingertips gently rubbing the back of your palm. You just smiled against his skin, he started to gently rub himself against your thigh. His heart was pounding in his chest, the minute you let go of his wrists his hands flew to your waist and pulled you further against him. The words coming out of his mouth were barely comprehensible.

“Y/N, Y/N please. You feel so good.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your sides and he grinded harder against your thigh. His breath hitched in his throat when you bit down on his neck, you stayed there. Playing with the pressure of how hard you bit down, and flicking your tongue out. A few seconds later, and there was a wet hickey on his neck, surrounded by your teeth marks.

“You look so pretty, baby boy.” You smiled and brushed your thumb over the mark. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his legs almost fully wrapped around yours now. You pulled yourself away from him when he started whining a bit louder, and his hips got a bit more erratic.

He stared at you, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes just as wide as when you’d first kissed him. “W-what…?” He tilted his head and looked around the apartment.

“C’mon.” You waved him over towards the only door in the small apartment. “Unless you… wanted to stay in the doorway?” He shook his head and followed you into the room. Your bedroom was a lot more put together than the rest of the house, he stood awkwardly by the door watching you get undressed.

You kicked off your shoes and pulled off your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear, they weren’t anything insanely special. After all, you’d only planned to hang out with Asmo, maybe go back to his house and watch a movie afterwards. But Mammon’s eyes stayed glued to you.

“You look, so fuckin’ pretty.” He took a few steps forward and reached out to touch you. You let him this time, he ran his hands over your arms and leaned in to kiss you. Your heart fluttered as his hands trailed down to your ass and thighs.

He squeezed whatever he could, watching you closely for a reaction. You grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up slightly. He let go of you and let you pull his shirt off. He stared off at a plant you had in your room, his hands fidgeting with the sides of his pants.

You put your hand on his cheek and pulled his face back over towards you, “You’re so handsome, Mammon.” You gave him a smile and his eyes lit up. “Yeah?” You nodded and he was on you again. The two of you stumbled backwards onto your bed, your head hitting the pillow. Mammon looked down at you, taking it all in.

Before he could say anything, you pulled his head back down and kissed him hard. He let out a small whine, and you sat up further. He laid down on your bed, this time he had his head on the pillow. You set your hands on his chest and straddled him, gently grinding down on his cock, that was still in his jeans.

He reached underneath you, his eyes not once leaving you as he undid his pants and shoved them down. You bit down on your lower lip, now rubbing on his cock. You could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, his breathing was loud and heavy while his shaky hands held onto your hips.

You moved your hand to your panties and pushed them aside, then carefully grabbed Mammon’s cock. He moved one hand from your hips to cover his mouth, soft whimpers were all you could hear while you started to rub his cock against your slick pussy. When neither of you couldn’t stand the wait anymore, you lined him up and sank down onto him.

The two of you gasped quietly and then were silent. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size. Mammon couldn’t believe what he was seeing, such a pretty girl struggling on his cock. It was too much, he bit down on the back of his hand, trying to stop himself from thrusting up into you.

When you had finally adjusted, you set both your hands back on Mammon’s chest. You raised your hips a few inches, and sank back down slowly. The two of you were shaking now, Mammon was whining and holding onto you so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

After another slow minute, you started to speed up. Mammon pulled his other hand away from his mouth and held onto your hips, he started helping with bouncing you up and down. Watching the way your tits bounced, and the way your eyes scrunched up when you were slammed back down. It took all his energy not to cum right then.

“Y/N, y-ya feel so tight…” You could only nod along to whatever he said, to focused on cumming soon. And a full of his cock stuffing you full and his sweet words, you felt the knot in your stomach snap.

You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a small wince from him, and you stayed as still as your shaking legs would let you. Mammon moved his hands from your hips, around your back and pulled you down into him. He left small kisses all along your neck and cheeks and head.

You hadn’t even noticed the fact that Mammon had cum too, until you felt the warm, wet feeling along your thighs. The two of you stayed put for at least twenty minutes, not saying one word. Until finally, Mammon ran his fingers along your arm and mumbled something. Even though the two of you were so close, you had no clue what he’d said.

“Huh?”

“Do you… wanna do out sometime? W-with me?”

You smiled and pulled him in even closer.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of how it swayed around your thighs and barely covered your ass. He couldn’t help but hope that you would bend over and he would get the smallest glance at whatever was underneath.

Whether it was shorts, underwear, or neither. He would be lucky to get a look.

Lucifer was sitting at breakfast, Asmodeus was talking about none other than the skirt you had on. It was a short pink one he had bought you. Asmodeus was still talking about the brand when you turned to stare at a red faced Lucifer.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when you looked over, the look on your face was anything but happy. He turned away quickly, but not quickly enough.

“Why are you staring at me?” You asked and stuffed a piece of pancake into your mouth, not moving your gaze from his bright red face. The table had gone silent now, all of them were either staring at you or Lucifer.

Mammon was about to say something about how red Lucifer’s face was, but you beat him to it. “Your face is really dark red right now.” You turned back to stare down at your plate while he sank in his seat.

“He’s probably sick.” Beel chipped in, Lucifer cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. “Yes. I should stay home today.” He glanced at you, but you were back to talking with Asmodeus.

After the seven of you had finished, you all left for school, leaving Lucifer at the table to finish his breakfast. But he was busy thinking about other things. He pushed his plate away and hurried off towards his room.

Lucifer almost had a heart attack when he saw you walk down the hall out of Satan’s room. “MC.” He said, and backed towards the wall to give you space.

“Lucifer.” You waved with a book in your hand. It was a textbook. You’d just left it in Satan’s room, that was all. But it fell. The book fell right out of your hand and slammed against the floor.

You sucked in air and sighed loudly. Lucifer was still backed against the wall, staring at you, waiting for your next move.

And, as if you could read his mind, you bent over right in front of him. You snatched the book off the floor and turned around to look back at him. “What?” You asked and crossed your arms, the book tucked safely under your arm pit.

“I…” He started, his eyes trailing down to your legs. The skirt you were wearing looked like it had shrunk. Whether you pulled it up, or it had magically shrunken, it was now a few inches shorter than it had been when you left this morning.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from it, and he couldn’t seem to form any words to tell you what he wanted. What he needed.

Lucifer finally looked up at you. Your expression was between a smile and a glare. “I was wondering why you weren’t in school.” He said, making a terrible attempt at a straight face.

“Uh-huh.” You nodded once and took another step towards him. He was now backed against the wall. You dropped the book onto the ground, slid one hand around his waist and pressed the other against the wall. “You’re sure that’s what you were wondering?” You tilted your head.

He nodded. “Mm… And there’s nothing else you want?” You leaned in, resting your lips on his neck. He nodded again. You pulled away and picked up your textbook.

“You’re a pervert, Lucifer.”

You turned and walked off, leaving Lucifer leaning against the wall to watch you go. He thought about telling you to wait, so he could have a chance to explain himself, but you were already gone.

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Lucifer was still in his room by the time you all got home. He didn’t dare leave his room, for fear that you would expose him in front of his brothers. But they would only get more suspicious if he wasn’t out there to bother them about homework or something like that.

He pulled himself out of bed and opened his door. You were standing there. Still in your uniform, mini skirt and all. You had your arms crossed again. “Maybe you really are sick.” You grimaced.

“I should come back-”

“No.” He reached out to grab your arm, but you took a step back. He pulled his arm back, embarrassed.

“So you just skipped school? The great Lucifer, ditching?” You didn’t drop your gaze once, it was almost like a staring contest between you two.

Lucifer swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

“Look, MC. You might have the wrong idea. I’m not a pervert.” There was a tone in his voice, he meant to make somewhat daunting, but it came out more smug. He also crossed his arms, though he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as you.

“Shut up, perv.” You pushed by him and into his room. He turned around to fall you immediately. “Sorry??” He asked and set his hand on your shoulder.

“You heard.” You sighed and brushed his hand off your shoulder. He stared at you, stunned. “Wha-” You pulled him over to his bed by his wrist. At this point, he was willing to do anything you wanted.

He sat down on his bed and you sat down on the small couch opposite to it. You pulled off your uniform jacket, leaving you in a black t-shirt and skirt. He hastily pulled off his own shirt, ready for whatever you were going to do.

You crossed one leg over the other, your skirt was now hitched all the way up your thighs. He stood to walk towards you, but you stopped him. “Sit.” You rested your arm over the back of the couch. He did as he was told, “Good puppy.” You grinned as he squirmed on his bed.

“You need something, puppy?” Your grin was still plastered on your face as he covered his mouth with one of his hands. “Yes…” He mumbled and stared down at his lap.

“What is it?” You leaned forward, his eyes flickered up to stare at your cleavage, and then back down at his lap. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” You stood, pretending to get ready to leave.

“I need you.” He blurted, his hands gripping the blanket. He stared up at you as you walked towards him. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He shook his head in reply. “Words.” You stated, using your finger to tilt his chin higher up.

“No, ma’am.” He was already shaking from your feather light touches on his face. You shook your head as well, “No, ma’am…” You repeated, almost mocking him.

You knelt down in front of him, your hands gently trailing down his body as you rested on your knees. You reached for the button on his jeans, then pulled back. “Say please.” You looked up at him.

“MC-” “I said say please, slut.” You picked at the button on his jeans. He shivered, his hips moving back and forth, trying to make friction on the denim material. “Please, please touch me. I-I need to feel you so bad.” His chest was heaving. You smiled at him again, kissing the corner of his mouth, making him smile just slightly.

“‘Course.” You nodded and unbuttoned his jeans, undoing the zipper and pulling them down to his knees. You tugged his boxers down as well, he was staring at the ceiling, biting harshly on his lower lip.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, you got a small moan from him in return. He was looking down at you now, watching as you pumped his length up and down. His breath was shaky, it was mixed in with some moans and whines as you squeezed and pumped.

You leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock gently, he let out a shaky moan in return. You opened your mouth and started to suck at his tip instead. He quickly moved his hand on top of your head, gripping at your hair. “MC, fuck!” He groaned quietly and pulled at your hair slightly.

You felt him start to push your head down more and you pulled back. “Why’d you-” “You really are a perv.” You stated and stood back up.

“No, I’m sorry. It just…” He sighed. “You’re sorry, huh?” You grinned again. “Apologize then. Properly.” You reached under your skirt and tugged your panties down and kicked them off. Lucifer’s mouth was wide open now. “Well puppy?” You tilted your head, crossing your arms again. “Or should I just leave right now?” He stared up at the ceiling again, considering if what small amount of his pride he had left was worth it. Who was he kidding? Of course it was.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” He inhaled shakily. “And apologize for your slutty behavior.” You giggled quietly. “I’m sorry for being a slut.” He whispered, his head shot back into your direction when he heard a small whine from you.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and your hand was underneath your skirt, working away at your clit. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, “Yeah, that works.” You smiled and looked down at him.

You leaned forward and pushed him against the bed, and crawled up onto his lap. You straddled his thighs and started rocking back and forth on his cock. Lucifer’s eyes were wide, his breathing was sporadic and loud. “MC… I need it so bad.” He sounded on the verge of tears while he begged for you to fuck him.

You smiled down at him and raised your hips, you grabbed ahold of his cock and positioned it in front of your wet hole. He reached up and held onto your hips, ready to start bouncing you up and down.

You sunk down onto his cock, your breath was stuck in your throat, and your mind was clouded. The only things you could think about was how well he filled you and how pretty he looked underneath you.

You started to move up and down, your hips almost had a mind of their own, just trying to go with the rhythm his moans had created. And even though he was a devil, Lucifer’s moans were angelic.

The whole situation in itself was too stimulating and you felt the knot in your stomach start to build. Lucifer's fingers dug into your hips, his hips thrusting up into you, trying to stay buried in you for as long as possible.

You looked at his face, his mouth was wide open and his eyes were filled with tears, some had already fallen. He was constantly just spewing compliments and small praises.

“It’s good, so good…”

“I-I need it, I need you to fuck me more.”

“I love it.”

Was all that could be made out from what he was trying to say. And you were too focused on your own high to care about what he was trying to say.

The knot finally snapped and you stopped, burying Lucifer’s cock as deep inside you as you could. Lucifer’s hands slid up your body and tried desperately to feel as much of you as he could while he could.

You stopped after another few seconds, your face was sweaty, but not nearly as bad as Lucifer. He was staring at you expectantly. But you stood back up, wincing at the empty feeling. You grabbed your panties and jacket.