#twink writes

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.

As you rub your face after you come back to your senses, you realize Lucifer is ignoring you. “Seriously? You’re still inside me and yet you’re checking your phone?” Grumbling as you shuffle before partially sitting up. Lucifer ignores your barb, one hand on your hip still while his eyebrows are furrowed together as he glares at the screen. “Lucifer.” You’re starting to get annoyed at him giving you the silent treatment since he’s still between your legs, and the couch in his office isn’t all that comfortable with the angle you’re pressed against it at.  

“Lucifer!” Snapping at him since you can’t get up at the moment. 

“I’m not ignoring you.” His gaze doesn’t even shift as he answers you, giving your hip a quick squeeze. “It seems I recently had a call with Diavolo.” 

You feel the confusion flood you as you try to adjust yourself again, which just has Lucifer’s hard cock rubbing against a cluster of nerves that makes you pant. Willing yourself to ignore it as you focus on your lover. “You mean you have a missed call?” Trying to keep your body from responding because a second round is not a good idea right now. Or at least not in his office. 

“No.” His eyes shifting from his phone at last to you, turning the device so you can see what he does. “There was a recent call, and it seems Diavolo did not hang up when he realized I didn’t mean to answer it.” Any pleasure you might be feeling fades like ice in an oven. 

“You mean?!” Your voice is more of a squeak than anything else. 

“Yes.” His lips a thin line. “It seems our dear prince.” Straining Diavolo’s title before he lets out a snort. “Decided to listen to the two of us even after he should have realized that I was in no position to answer.” You can’t help but groan, flopping back even if the armrest is digging into your back. 

“In other words, Diavolo was being a pervert?” 

“Yes.” Pinching his nose after returning his phone to his pocket. “I must have hit the answer button when we shifted positions.” 

“So…” You trail off, any pending arousal still in your system fading quickly. “How do you wanna handle it?” 

“That depends on you my love.” Lifting your arm away from your face to frown at him after having dropped it there to try and cool your inferno of a face. “Diavolo does seem to have a strange fascination with our relationship. And you after that confession in the human world.” 

“Lucifer.” Letting out a sigh. “Can we not have this conversation when you’re still inside me? And twitching.” Your face is burning even more instead of less at the reminder of Diavolo’s confession after you and Lucifer had made it official that you were together. 

A nod from the dark haired demon who helps you sit up properly before removing himself from your core. Both of you watching the flood of white fluid that drips from your cunt, causing both of you to swallow. 

“Maybe after round two?” Hoping he gets your meaning. Another nod from the demon and you’re in his arms as he whisks you away to his room, thankfully avoiding any of his siblings on the way. 

Diavolo, isn’t sure what to make of the last week. 

When Lucifer didn’t approach him about the phone call he thought he was in the clear. That no one would ever know of his lack of judgment when it came to listening to Lucifer and you being intimate. 

Instead, he’s noticing things. Things that have him feeling an inferno burning just under his skin. Like Lucifer’s gloved fingers lingering a little longer after handing him a document. How the Avatar of Pride seemed to hover close enough when the two of them were walking that Diavolo could have sworn he felt the heat from his body. 

Then there was you. 

Leaning against his arm when he asked you about one of the student council reports after you handed it to him. Your breasts pressed against his upper arm as you folded to get a better look at the file. The way your hand had remained on his longer than necessary after he helped you climb a set of stairs. 

Not that he wasn’t enjoying it, but after listening to the phone call he was certain the two of you weren’t even aware you were doing it. Including now, as your foot was ghosting along the inside of his lower leg under the table in the garden. Diavolo was certain you were trying to tease Lucifer, not him

Yet with your position at the table, you had to realize you had the wrong demon. There was only three of you! “Diavolo could hand me the honey?” A smirk gracing your lips with your voice, almost breathy, has him freezing for a moment. You’re acting like you know exactly whose pant leg you're pushing your toes under. 

“Of course.” Schooling his expression as he passes the small jar to you. Only to feel the toe of Lucifer’s boot doing the same to his opposite leg. His eyes widen as it finally sinks in. “Are the two of you doing this on purpose?” 

You turn to Lucifer instead of him, planting your elbow on the table before resting your chin in your hand. “Well, it took a week, I guess you were right.” 

“I did tell you he would believe he was reading too much into it.” Lifting his tea cup to his lips and taking a sip. The whole exchange left Diavolo looking adorably confused. 

“I’m not sure I follow.” At that, both of you turn your attention back to him, and as the two of you had discussed when putting your plan in motion, you let Lucifer deliver the news. 

“After we realized you overheard us last week.” Diavolo’s tan skin goes impossibly pale as his eyes go impossibly wide. “We discussed the idea of perhaps allowing you the chance to join us.” Lucifer’s tone is smug as he lowers the fine china back to its plate. “But not before someone wanted to see if you’d notice a bit of teasing.”

“Hey!” Reaching over and slapping Lucifer’s arm. “You’re making it sound like it was all my idea! You wanted to get some payback after being listened to while we did the deed!” 

During your small argument, both of you missed Diavolo’s surprise fading, but you do both hear his usual booming voice drop to a low whisper. “Join you?” Both of your heads are tilted towards him to notice the quiver of his bottom lip. “Are you both still teasing me?”

“No.” It tumbles from your lips before you can stop yourself as you rise, reaching out to place your smaller hand over his. “In truth, learning about you listening to the phone call prompted us to have a more serious conversation, since I doubt your feelings have faded.” Wincing a little as you realize just how uncout that sounds. 

“What she’s trying to say is.” Lucifer rises, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. “Is we discussed it, and aren’t against the idea of a trial run.” Suffice to say, Diavolo looks more surprised than you would have expected, and from the way his shock shifts to a genuine smile, it seems it wasn’t an offer he was expecting.

The three of you don’t jump on the offer that day; instead, the three of you set a date and you could almost laugh. October thirtieth, the day before Diavolo’s birthday. 

“Consider it an early birthday gift then.” Was what you had whispered as you kissed the side of his mouth before leaving. “That way, I also have an excuse to run away early if people start to badmouth me.” Shrugging then, while poor Lucifer just rubbed at his temples because of your antics. 

Which brought all three of you to today. 

Your hand in Lucifer’s as the two of you follow Diavolo into his bedroom, you’re trying to keep yourself from looking too excited, but you can feel your heart pounding inside your chest as you step inside the space. It’s not your first time in Diavolo’s bedroom, yet there’s no denying the charged sense in the space. 

Letting go of Lucifer’s hand as he turns to close the door before placing the overnight bag the two of you brought on one of the chairs in the seating area inside his room. 

Diavolo, for his part seems to be growing more and more fidgety, watching his hand clench and unclench as he moves about the room, adjusting things that you doubt need fixing. It’s kind of endearing in a way you weren’t expecting, taking a few steps to close the distance and putting both of your hands around one of his. “Breathe, Diavolo.” Lifting his hand up to your face and kissing one of his knuckles hoping it shifts his attention to you. “The drapes aren’t going to make or break the next few hours.” Instead of moving his hand you shift your head so your lips drag along his curled digits. “If anything, you can tell us you want to slow down, or stop.” Pressing another kiss to a different knuckle, keeping your eyes locked with his and watching some of the tension on his face seeming to ease. 

“I’m not sure how this is going to work.” Watching his Adam’s apple shift as he admits that. “Or how we would even start.” 

“Well, you’re in luck.” Moving one of your hands so you can drag your index and middle fingers along his wrist and under the material of his dress shirt. “Lucifer and I had a few ideas.” Letting your grin shift to playful as you nip at the skin along his hand. “The real question is, there are three of us. Do you have a preference for who touches you?” He might have told you he had feelings for you, but you don’t want to assume, and honestly… You aren’t sure if it had to do with the fact that you had won Lucifer’s heart. 

“I…” Another shift of his Adams apple and you hear his throat working as he swallows what you assume is the saliva in his mouth. His golden eyes close for a moment as he tilts his face away from yours, and you notice the slight flush on his cheeks. “I would like to feel both of you.” A tenderness in his gaze when he reopens them. “So I suppose that means I don’t have a preference in that regard.” 

You nod at his words, stepping closer into his space to reach up and brush your fingers along the underside of his jaw. “Ok then.” You sense the extra heat as Lucifer steps up behind you, in a way caging you between both men. One of his gloved hands enters your field of vision before planting itself between your breasts, an anchor to keep you in place as he molds his body against you. “As to the ide-ah~” Letting out a moan as Lucifer slides his hand to one of your breasts and grips it just hard enough to distract you. 

“You’re getting ahead of yourself.” Dipping his head down to drag his teeth along the edge of your neck, the pleasure causes you to rub your butt against his crotch. You know a warning when he gives you one. His voice low as he lifts his head once more and you see Diavolo’s eyes shift away from yours, no doubt to lock with Lucifer’s. “While we have agreed to give this a trial run, I still have two rules that I will not negotiate.” You know those rules aren’t directed at you but the tone in his voice still makes you shake at the authority behind it. 

“Rule one, any anal play will have prep and the person penetrating will wear a condom.” You feel your core clench, a flush following it through your body as you remember him fucking you into his mattress and then blasting his load deep in your cunt after ripping the condom off like it had offended him. 

Diavolo nods, and you use his distraction to slide your hand down his neck to the tie at his throat. 

“Rule two.” At this one Lucifer pauses as if contemplating how to word it. “If any one of us states the word pinecone, we all stop. And by stop, I mean full disengagement from all partners.” Feeling his head shift and burying his nose partially in your hair. “I may be willing to try this, but I am not sure how I am going to feel about sharing once we get going.” 

“I would have thought rule two would be I couldn’t cum inside of…” He trails off when his eyes shift back to you, and when you feel Lucifer press his lips to the back of your head, you grin. 

“I’m far too fond of messes for him to make that rule.” Loosening his tie before the silky material is pulled from his neck and dropped to the ground between the three of you. “You’ll get to see how much I like watching cum ooze out of my cunt.” Hooking your fingers into the collar of Diavolo’s shirt and giving it a quick tug to pull him down to your level and slotting your lips against his. “And how horny it makes me.” Whispered against his mouth as you contemplate a second kiss before another moan is forced from your lips at the sensation of Lucifer slapping your ass hard enough that the sound echoes around the room. 

“You’re acting like you’re the one in charge again.” His hand landing on yours to force you to release Diavolo’s shirt from your grip. “You know that just gets you in trouble, and that isn’t the point of tonight.” Pulling you away from Diavolo and you’re somewhat surprised to see Lucifer step into the space you had been occupying. 

“Lucifer?” The briefest waver of confusion in his voice, and you have a front row view as Lucifer places his hand on the bottom of Diavolo’s chin. Tilting it so his lips brush against the princes, Diavolo’s eyes closing as he seems to hum against the short kiss. 

“Tell me what you were thinking when you listened to us that day.” It isn’t a request from the Avatar of Pride, and with the way the light is highlighting the wetness on both of their lips, you feel yourself standing a little straighter and licking your own. 

“I…” Diavolo seems to flush again, his eyes remaining closed since with Lucifer’s hand still on his chin he can’t look away. His voice low as he admits he had imagined Lucifer fucking you with enough force to bruise on his desk. That Lucifer had your legs over his shoulders and his hands on your hips while you were panting at how rough he was being. It sounds pretty hot. 

And it gets better. 

“That isn’t all, is it?” Brushing his thumb over Diavolo’s lips, and you never thought you could be jealous of Lucifer’s gloves. 

“I imagined joining the two of you, of watching you pound into her while she sucked me off.” Shit. You feel the moisture starting to seep from inside your core and stick to your underwear. 

You watch as Lucifer’s eyes flick towards you, lifting an eyebrow. “You can’t even say her name? Are you that embarrassed about listening in on my love and I, thinking about how you wanted to shove your cock down her throat?” When Diavolo is silent you notice his cheeks growing darker as he blushes more. Hearing Lucifer say your name as he shifts his attention to you again while keeping his hand on Diavolo’s chin. “What do you think? As much as he isn’t saying anything, do you think we should make his fantasy a reality?” 

“That isn’t necessary!” Finally, Diavolo reacts again and he moves with enough force to dislodge Lucifer’s hand. 

“I disagree.” You step closer and press your chest against Lucifer’s arm, intertwining your fingers with his. “I think it is, I like the sound of that fantasy.” Turning your face to Diavolo whose mouth is hanging open. “Even if you can’t say my name right now.” Giving him a wink before looking around the room. “Oh. That desk might do.” 

“I think you’re right.” Tilting his head to press his lips against yours before letting out a hum and sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip. “Though we will need a bit of furniture rearranging first.” His expression shifted to a more sinister one. “After all, Diavolo needs to face his punishment before he joins us.” His eyes darkened in a way that makes you swallow while your core clenches. “Since any lecture I might have planned would be something he’d have enjoyed.” 

“You’re terrible and amazing all in one.” Laughing a little at how much it sounds like Lucifer is enjoying this. “I guess I’ll go make sure there isn’t anything on his desk that we might ruin.” A wink sent towards Diavolo before you saunter towards the desk, clearing the top and putting the pens and blank paper inside one of the drawers. Making a show of sticking your ass higher in the air than you need. The sound of furniture being dragged reaches your ears. 

Looking over the edge you watch as Lucifer guides Diavolo to the chair that’s going to have a front row view of what you and Lucifer are about to do. Though you don’t see the point in waiting too long, with the desk serving to hide your lower half you work the fastener loose and let the material slide down your legs to leave a puddle of fabric on the floor. Stepping out just from behind the desk, just as Lucifer turned.

Letting a smirk form on your face as both men pause, both swallowing as you keep up your act. Strolling around the side of the large piece of furniture before stopping where you think the chair is pointed. The edge of your butt on the top as you use your hands planted on the smooth surface to lift yourself and slide backwards, hoping the damp spot on your underwear is in clear view as you angle your knees outward. “Lucifer~” Fluttering your eyelashes at him. “I’ve had a hard day, won’t you come help me relax?” 

In a few steps Lucifer is in front of you, reaching up and pushing his coat from his shoulders. His gloved hands land on your thighs. Giving the muscles a squeeze. “Relax?” A hum low in his throat as he dips his head to plant his forehead against yours. “If one of us deserves to relax, it’s me. All the stress added to my plate because of you.” One of his hands is dipping closer to your core, while you slide your hands down his chest from his shoulders. Trailing them down over his waistcoat until you find his belt. 

“Then it sounds like.” Hooking one of your fingers through the leather and tugging it through the metal clasp. “We both want the same thing.” Working it loose just as one of his fingers starts to tease at your core through the moist fabric of your panties. 

“It seems we do.” Whispering the words just loud enough that you know it’s to make sure Diavolo hears as he places his lips against yours. Not bothering to hold back as he slides his tongue against the seam of your mouth, making it clear what he wants. A low hum in your throat as you open your lips, your tongue rushes to meet his as you work the zipper of his pants down so you can slip your hand into the material of his underwear. 

He’s hard, and the pumping of your hand along his shaft as best as you can with most of the material of his clothes still in the way has him twitching. A groan from Lucifer that makes your insides clench, wishing he was already inside of you. You shiver when you feel him lift his hands away from your thighs to tug his gloves off before his warm palms are back on you. One lone finger tracing your folds through the moist material of your panties, the pressure more intense than when he was toying with you a few minutes ago. 

“You feel like you’re already ready for me.” Pulling away to drag his lips along your cheek while that lone finger pushes under the side of your underwear to tease you directly. “It makes me wonder if you weren’t taking care of yourself earlier.” 

“Maybe just the thought of you gets me that turned on.” Teasing him again, or trying to, when your back arches when he slips that finger inside your slick opening. Watching as Lucifer shifts his position, working a second digit in and twisting it to spread your wetness around. The noise from his actions echoes around the room. Your eyes flick to Diavolo, just over Lucifer’s shoulder, and it’s worth your glance. His face a vivid vermillion and his pants look pretty tight from where you’re sitting, an unintentional clenching of the muscles deep in your core.  

“Tease.” Hooking his fingers as he plunges them in and out of your core. “Do you want a third or do you want to enjoy the stretch?” Licking his lips when he finishes asking, and you know it’s part of the show for Diavolo, who looks like he’s struggling in his chair not to touch himself. 

“Stretch.” Panting the word while you squeeze his cock in your hand before removing your fingers to help him push his underwear down while keeping his pants around his hips. His cock springs free and bobbing in the air with a whine from Diavolo at the sight. Lucifer isn’t large, but you wouldn’t call him average either, the most interesting thing about his dick is how the tip is more tapered at the end instead of rounded. Which means times like this, the precum just flows down his shaft from that point, making his skin shiny and slick. 

Another minor adjustment has Lucifer tugging you closer to the edge of the desk, like part of your ass is hanging off before he lines himself up. One of his hands under your knee while he uses the other to slide his tip between your folds. A jagged inhale from Diavolo as he watches the show. Instead of looking at the prince you turn your full attention to Lucifer, licking your lips at his subtle nod. An indication you’re tired of waiting, moaning as he shifts forward and his cock starts to split you open. 

“Ah~ Lucifer!” Your head tilting back as one of your hands grabs the material of his waistcoat, clenching the fabric between your fingers as your insides burn at the stretch that you weren’t quite ready for, but relish each and every time. Feeling the sweat break out across your back as he sinks in as far as he can with the position both of you are in.  

“Such a nice wet hole for me.” Starting to set an easy pace of thrusting into you while keeping your leg in the air. “Look at you, we just started and you’re already looking like you’re wrecked.” You can’t argue with him; instead panting as you feel a warmth spreading through your body making it hard to focus on keeping your hand tangled in his vest. A tangible anchor sliping away with every snap of his hips. “Since you asked me to help you relax.” With his cock rocking inside of you, his other hand is free, planting his palm on your chest between your breasts and pushing you backward. You’re not strong enough to stop him, and to be honest, if he wants to do all the work, you’re going to let him. Moaning when your back is flush against the desktop, the angle letting Lucifer rub his cock along the upper portion of your channel and along a bundle of nerves that makes you moan long and low. 

“Fuck.” Hissed through gritted teeth as Diavolo watches, his pants painfully tight at the scene in front of him. The way Lucifer’s ass is framed by his pants, and his cock is sliding in and out of you, pulling more and more fluid from your core that is starting to drip from Lucifer’s shaft to the floor between his feet. The way your cunt is stretched around Lucifer and the squelching noise is far louder than when he had listened to it on the phone. His hands on the armrests of the chair with a tight grip, the joints of his fingers white. It’s taking almost all of his self-control to stop himself from tearing the fabric apart, at the sweet noises you’re making as Lucifer plows into your core with a fever that is causing his dark bangs to stick to his forehead. 

“Lucifer~ Ah~” Another moan ripped from you when the tip of his cock drags along another sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him as if trying to halt his movements. That familiar sensation of lightning racing up along your spine as you grow closer to the edge. 

The sound of fabric ripping and Lucifer freezes, your leg still in the air and his length halfway through a thrust as he turns behind him. Diavolo’s hands have ripped through the leather of the armrests of the chair he was seated on. You struggle to sit up and, seeing the sight, let out a whine. He looks so desperate, and the tent in his pants is calling to you. 

“This kind of punishment can wait.” You aren’t waiting for Lucifer to make a decision, taking your own initiative. “Come here, Diavolo.” Holding out one hand towards him, his movements hurried as he rushes beside Lucifer. You use that desperation to pull him in for a kiss while at the same time clenching your inner muscles as tightly as you can around Lucifer, earning you a hiss from the demon. 

“Fine.” Lucifer huffs while trying to keep control of his body instead of filling your core, the sloppy make out session happening right in front of his eyes affecting him far more than he thought it would. “We’ll try something else next time.” 

When you break from Diavolo, you let out a hum of satisfaction, trailing one of your hands down to his crotch and teasing the hard length through the fabric. “Next time.” Agreeing with Lucifer while the demon prince sudders. “Come around the desk, Diavolo.” Laying back again, glad Lucifer seems to already know what you have in mind as you’re slid across the surface so your head can hang over the other side. 

“Like this?” His voice husky and you just grin as he stands behind the desk, facing Lucifer with his crotch at just the right height for what you plan to do. 

“Yeah. Just like that big guy.” Reaching your arms above you to rub at his length through his pants while Lucifer starts to shift his hips once more. 

“I hope you didn’t forget about me?” 

“Never.” Panting as you use both hands to work Diavolo’s pants free, and with his belt loose, the material slides down his legs before stopping mid thigh, and you feel your mouth water. His black underwear is doing nothing to hide the monster between his legs, the tip still trapped, but there’s a clear wet spot against the straining fabric. 

Licking your lips as you look upside down at Diavolo, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “You still want me to suck you off, or you just want me to touch you?” Panting as you say the words, your core clenching around Lucifer as you hope Diavolo still wants the first option. A nod from him and with his tanned skin darker than normal, the flush is making you warm. 

Almost painfully slow, Diavolo hooks his fingers in the band and lets the silk fall down. His cock jutting between his legs, Lucifer moaning at how tight your insides clamped down around him. “I guess that’s why you’re in charge.” Deadpanning as you wrap a hand around his base and use it like a handle to tug him a little closer so the back of your head is hitting his thigh. 

Flicking your tongue out to taste his skin and letting out a moan at the salty taste and musk floading your senses through your nose. Diavolo, is certainly different from any cock you’ve seen before. From his base to about halfway up his shaft he’s got a nice girth that you can wrap your hand around, no prominent veins or features. But that’s where it ends as far as normal goes, from that mid point to his tip, he grows thicker with what reminds you of plates under his skin. Or maybe it’s scales? A myriad of ridges along his shaft that taper in near the fat tip. 

Dragging your lips along the underside and surprised how sensitive he is as he twitches upwards, a fat bead of precum forming on the head. With one hand along the lower part of his shaft you start to pump him, breathing in deeply to inhale his scent as you brush the tip of your nose along one of the ridges. Occasionally flicking your tongue out to tease him.

Moan when Lucifer decides to remind you he’s there, slamming his hips with a little more force into you. You need to get a move on before he grows too impatient. “Diavolo?” 

“Yes?” His chest heaving as he answers you and you think you see a thin film of liquid at his hairline. 

“Unless I tap three times, don’t move.” 

“Huh-Oh!” Tilting your face and parting your lips you waste no time starting to suck on his tip. With his size, you’ll never be able to take more than his tip, not without some assistance. Focusing on the movement of your hand along his length while you alternate the amount of pressure you’re using as you suck.

“I think she likes it.” Lucifer whispers as he increases his pace, the sound of wet clenching in the room again. “She’s gone so tight I feel like I’m in a vice.” You smile internally at the hidden praise, circling your tongue along Diavolo’s slit while you tighten your grip causing him to buck his hips. Groaning as you partially choke on the new part of his length spreading your lips wide. “You feel like you’re trying to milk me now.” 

“It’s so warm.” Unlike Lucifer who sounds like he’s just getting started, Diavolo sounds like he’s ready to cum at any moment. One of his large hands moving to cradle the back of your head, moaning and closing his eyes when you suck a bit harder. Hollowing out your cheeks to the point that he can feel a tightening in his balls.

“She’s close.” Lucifer doesn’t slow, one of his hands at your clit as he starts to rub circles into the bundle of nerves. “This seems to have her more riled up than usual.” Laughing a little as he seems to preen when your insides spasm around him. Lifting his eyes from the sight of your dripping core and his length disappearing inside you to meet Diavolo’s hooded eyes. “You don’t seem to be far from the end either.” 

“It’s just so warm and moist. It feels amazing.” You have to agree, between Lucifer pounding you so you’re forced to take more of Diavolo’s cock in your mouth, sucking him off while drool trails down to your cheeks from the side of your mouth you feel like every nerve in your body is alight. 

“Do you want to taste his cum my love?” Pinching your clit so you flinch in Lucifer’s hold, your back arching and moaning around Diavolo’s cock. “I take that as a yes.” His gaze still locked with the princes. “Make sure you give her a treat for making you feel so good.” It’s a command, not a request. One that pushes Diavolo over the edge and you feel the burning liquid filling your mouth as his length violently twitches. Choking on his flesh and the mess as your eyes flutter shut, your core spasms as hard as it can as you cum yourself. Out of the three of you, only Lucifer doesn’t finish. 

There’s no way you can swallow Diavolo’s seed down, or at least not all of it with the way your airways are blocked. Shifting to sit up and coughing a little as some of it spills past your lips. Feeling Diavolo place both his hands on your side as he moves closer so his chest is against your back after helping you rise the rest of the way to be fully upright, humming against your hair as he leans closer. 

“Well fuck. That was fun.” Wiping your hand along your lips before looking at Lucifer. Certain your face is flushed, and letting out a small cough because of how much your throat is sore. Hoping you don’t sound as hoarse as you feel. “You didn’t finish?” 

“Oh, My Love.” Still inside of your core, Lucifer leans in, his fingers under your jaw to tilt your head upwards so he can kiss you, tasting Diavolo’s release on your tongue. “We are far from finished for the night.” 

Oh, that makes your spine tingle. 

“Thought now that we’ve had our fun.” Flicking his eyes over your shoulder so they can catch Diavolo’s. “It is the eve of someone’s birthday, perhaps we should see what our dear prince would like for a present.” His voice dropping to a low husk that makes you sit up a little straighter, hearing Diavolo give an audible swallow from behind you. 

“I-I…” Stammering and trailing off, you can see him reflected in Lucifer’s crimson orbs, and while his features are blurred, you can see him swaying like he’s nervous. It certainly isn’t the Diavolo you’re used to seeing, with his easy smiles and booming confidence. 

“If you’re struggling for ideas.” Toying with Lucifer’s shirt collar, you smirk. “Sandwich could be fun.” 

“A sandwich?” The confusion is clear in his tone. 

“Like you’ve experienced one before.” Snorting Lucifer gives his head a shake before explaining the concept to Diavolo. His hands never still as they roam over your arms and thighs. 

“Could I… Could I be in the middle?” Well, color you surprised. You thought you’d end up in the middle but this sounds even better. 

“So you want it to be, my lovely lady, you, then me?” Lucifer is looking past you, and you can’t see Diavolo’s reaction but based on the way Lucifer’s lip tick upwards and his eyes seem to darken you know what his answer is. “Then let’s relocate.” Stepping back and holding your hand aloft, using it to help you shimmy forward and off the desk, hearing Diavolo let out a whine at the loss of contact. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you flash Diavolo a wink, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head before tossing it towards the chair he had been seated in. Pushing your breasts together so they spill over the lacey material of your bra, squeezing your skin, and letting out a moan before you saunter towards Diavolo’s bed. Giving your butt a wiggle and deciding to leave your bra on, but your underwear? It’s time for the sodden fabric to go. Hooking your thumbs into the waistbands and slowly tugging them down your hips. 

Diavolo’s ears are almost indiscernible from his hair, those golden eyes fixed on every minuscule movement you make. His lips parted and you can see his cock starting to rise again. 

“Are you gonna keep standing over there?” Bending your knees to make sure you can keep sliding the wet material down your legs. “I’d rather not crawl into your bed myself.” Fluttering your eyelashes, hoping that will get him moving, since it seems like Lucifer is looking for a few things in the bag he brought for the night. 

“Right.” Stammering the word before he strides towards you, his hip bumping into the desk and looking a little sheepish, having awkwardly pulled his pants up enough to walk towards you. Reaching for him as you rise, your underwear on the floor. 

Placing your palms on his cheeks and pulling him down to your level, pressing his forehead to yours. “You have nothing to be nervous about Dia.” Circling your thumbs along the apple of his cheeks. “We’re just three people trying some things. Trust me, Lucifer and I have had some awkward moments. Like learning there is such a thing as too much lube.” 

“Do not clarify.” Your gaze, and Diavolo’s, flicks to Lucifer who is giving a rare blush. 

You use the break from the tender moment to trail your hands down his neck and to his jacket. Starting to push it from his shoulders and letting gravity take over to remove it. “So whatever is holding you back, try to let it go and enjoy this.” Working the buttons of his shirt open and when you have enough skin revealed mouthing at his chest while undoing the rest. This time ignoring his cock that is jutting out, so when you have the final button undone, you can tug the fabric down his broad arms. “I will admit, as often as I get to see this when you’re in your demon form, something about this.” Letting your fingers trail up over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Makes me realize just how attractive you are up close.” 

“Only up close?” Your eyes flick up to meet his. There’s still a hint of pink on his cheeks but those golden orbs are blown wide with lust. 

“Alright.” You conceded with a smirk. “Maybe it’s more I don’t get to look this closely normally.” Flashing him a wink as you step back, dragging your nails lightly against his sides as you create more distance. Heading for his bed with each step backward, making a show of it and holding out a hand to Diavolo as if trying to beckon him to follow you. Halting when you reach the bench at the foot of his bed, aware of the plush fabric just behind your knees. Licking your lips as you start to reach behind you to unclasp your bra. 

“Leave it.” Voice thick, Diavolo takes a step closer. “I mean…” He trails off as he looks down and removes his remaining clothes. “I’d rather be the one to take it off.” You’re not going to argue. Instead, you let out a playful grin spread across your face, taking half a step forward so you can step up onto the bench without removing your eyes from his body. Every part of him is well defined, corded with muscle in a way that hints at the power hidden under his tanned skin. He’s built so differently from Lucifer, not in a way you don’t like, more in a way that you can imagine him dominating both you and your lover if he were just a little more confident. 

“Then come take it off me.” An awkward little bow as you step back onto the plush surface of his mattress, your feet sinking into the bedding and material. Catching Lucifer’s gaze as he works a condom over his length, watching the show as he preps himself. You don’t miss the gleam of metal under the condom either, it seems he plans to hold out as long as possible before coming. A lick of your lips when you turn your attention back to the prince, just in time to watch him swallow before you let your body fall backwards into the breadspread that is made of something you can’t place. Just aware of how soft it feels under you. 

Too bad you don’t get time to enjoy it. Diavolo took no time to follow after you, moving on his hands and knees until he was using his body to cage you in. The moment he is looking down at you, you reach up to wrap your hands around the wide muscles of his neck and pull him down. Taking advantage of his surprise to slip your tongue into his mouth, sweeping the muscle along his teeth before delving deeper. Trying to get him to respond, enjoying the low groan you hear from deep in his throat. 

Eventually, he does. A tentative press of his tongue before he lets out a moan. You can only guess he can taste the lingering saltiness from his first release, mingled with your saliva as the kiss grows messier. Less coordinated as he puts more effort into his actions, eager for more. 

At the same time, you feel the mattress shift, aware of Lucifer joining the two of you. A jolt from Diavolo, and you pull back letting your eyes slowly flick open as you catch your breath. His golden eyes were wide in shock, his entire frame tense. 

“You need to relax.” It doesn’t take you long to figure out what Lucifer is up to, not with how Diavolo looks like he can’t figure out how to make his brain work and the sheen of liquid breaking out across his skin. 

“He’s right.” You whisper, caressing his shoulders to try and distract him from the new sensation of his back door being played with. “If you tense up too much it’s just going to hurt.” Cooing at Diavolo as you move one of your hands to play with his hair. “Dia.” Calling the shortened version of his name to get his attention. “Focus on me.” Relying on your core muscles to push your body away from the mattress to have your chest pressed against his. “Weren’t you going to take my bra off for me?” Brushing the lacey material against his nipples. 

A shuddered from the tanned demon before he nods, one of his large hands lifting from the mattress, and you give your head a shake. “Don’t use your hands.” Letting your body sink back down, smiling at the look of confusion on his face. “I can think of a way that sounds a lot more fun~” Letting your gaze fall on his lips, hoping he gets the hint. 

Another jolt, and you watch the tip of his tongue peek out of the corner of his mouth. Forcing Diavolo to think instead of focus on whatever Lucifer is using to work him open seems to be working. Letting out a small moan as the demon shifts, so his head is more in line with your chest. Lowering his face and you watch with anticipation as he opens his jaw. 

“I thought you’d have a little more tact than that Diavolo.” Only for Lucifer to interrupt. A quirk of his lips, and you can his pupils narrowed as his arm pumps back and forth. “Going right for the fabric of her bra? I thought you’d enjoy the taste of her skin, making her pant and drawing it out.” That arrogant pride fully on display as it colors each and every word he speaks. “After all, wasn’t it just over a year ago that you told her you had feelings for her? Now you’re just going to treat her like a piece of meat.” 

You know exactly what your handsome lover is up to. He’s throwing it back in Diavolo’s face to force him to slow down, to focus on something he’s been claiming to want, instead of just trying to just follow your commands. Lucifer, bless his wicked heart, is trying to get Diavolo to truly distract himself, and using you as the means to do it. You’re not going to complain about the affection, that’s for sure. Trying not to grin when Lucifer throws out his final barb. “And after she decided to let you off easy on your punishment and sucked you off just like you were fantasising about. You’re acting more like Mammon than the Devildom’s Prince.” 

Intentionally or not, that seems to make something in Diavolo snap. Shifting forward and shoving his tongue into your mouth like a man in a desert whose been dying of thirst. There’s nothing gentle or explorative about this kiss; it’s pure domination as he plunders your mouth like it’s his and his alone. Dragging out the connection to the point your lungs are starting to burn when he finally breaks away, the strands of fluid snapping in thin streams as he begins to work his way down to your throat. Dragging his tongue over the edge of your jaw and pressing his lips against the soft tissue under your jaw. Mouthing at the tendons and he doesn’t stop, nips and biting between licks as kisses as he makes noises that leave you moaning and panting under him.

Though the panting could also be because of the fact that he’s hitting all the right buttons. Dragging his teeth along your collarbone, with his hips shifting forward just enough to remind of his massive cock as it brushes against your thigh. A whine leaving your throat when you feel his teeth grab the center of your bra and tug it down with enough force that you hiss. Torn between pleasure and pain. Until you feel his warm breath spread across one of your nipples. 

“Shit~” Arching your back the moment he wrapped his lips around the pebbled skin and sucked. Definitely on the pleasure side of things now, your sex clenching and pulsing in time to the varying pressure. You’re finding it hard to focus, so you do the only thing that makes sense. Tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping the strands as you moan under him. 

“There we are.” Hearing Lucifer’s smug tone, you feel your eyelids flutter. “Keep focusing on her, how responsive she is.” Letting out a small gasp when Diavolo gives your sides a squeeze, his large palms resting just above your hips. “The rougher you are, the wetter she gets.” He’s not wrong, and you’re going to need all the help you can get to take Diavolo’s massive dick. 

You let out a longer moan as Diavolo laps at your nipple while still sucking, wide passes of his tongue, and you can feel the fluid dripping from your core. Looking through narrowed eyes to meet Lucifer’s gaze, a smirk gracing his lips that makes your heart flutter. A slow wink and you nod, understanding what he’s telling you. 

Time to move to the next stage. 

A deep inhale, and you start to drag one of your hands down through Diavolo’s auburn hair, your nails scraping along his scalp. A hiss from the prince, just enough to lift his head, but it isn’t for long before he switches to your other breast. Just enough to make you falter, too bad you're a woman on a mission. Trailing your fingers over the broad expanse of his back, wondering if maybe next time you can spend more time mapping the muscles, as you work your way down. Right to where the head of his cock is brushing against your thigh, smearing the fluid leaking from the tip along your skin. 

“Dia~” Moaning his name and hoping to get his attention shifted from your chest while you rub the pad of your thumb against the underside of his cock. “I know you’re enjoying yourself, but I think this.” Giving his length a squeeze, just enough to feel those scale like ridges pulse from the pressure. “Deserves more than just my thigh.” When his head lifts, you move your other hand from his hair to cup his cheek. “Don’t you agree?” Framing it like a question as you let your voice grow softer. Really, you and Lucifer need Diavolo in a better position to put his little birthday request into action. 

You let out a little hiss when Diavolo nips at your breast, his canines dragging on the sensitive skin before he sits up. You can’t see Lucifer behind him anymore, but with the way he’s looking at you. The way his golden gaze seems to rake over your body, the marks he’s left behind dotted along your flesh, if you had to guess anyway, makes you shiver from the intensity of it. 

“With how little of it you could take earlier.” There’s a distinct rasp to his voice that makes your insides clench while your throat goes dry. “Are you sure you know what you’re offering?” 

You nod, trying to spread the scant fluid inside of your mouth around to try to get a verbal answer out. “I wouldn’t be naked and pumping your dick if I didn’t.” From behind Diavolo, you hear a short bout of laughter. 

Watching as Lucifer’s pale arm wraps around Diavolo’s chest, his face appearing just above Diavolo’s shoulder. A whisper of your name while Lucifer pinches one of Diavolo’s nipples. “Is well aware of her limits.” His teeth sinking into Diavolo’s earlobe for a moment making the prince hiss. “Aren’t you My Love?” His eyes lock onto yours and you don’t feel as nervous as you did moments ago. 

“Yeah.” It’s awkward, with your hand still holding Diavolo’s cock, but you use your other hand to push yourself up. Your chest pressed to Diavolo’s once more, but most importantly, you can brush your lips against Lucifer’s since he’s leaning closer as well. Humming low in your throat as you briefly close your eyes. “Plus, I know you won’t let me hurt myself.” Tilting your face to let the tip of your nose brush along the side of Diavolo’s face since he didn’t move, maybe he enjoys being between the two of you like this. But you can feel the liquid dripping between your legs and following the curve of your body before falling below you. “As for you.” Dragging your lips along his cheekbone. “I’d like to know how those ridges feel.” His breath catches and you smirk. “So are you going to fuck me or not?” 

You let out a noise, something between a squeal and squeak as you find yourself on your back once more. Your legs adjusted so that Diavolo's hips can slot between yours, your hand removed from his cock to be replaced by his. You don’t have time to react in any other way, not when he’s teasing your folds with that fat tip. Using your sex to spread your wetness and his precum along his shaft. With the way the plates under his skin shift and form ridges, each time it brushes your clit, you feel a fresh wave of wetness pour from inside of you. 

“This may be too much.” Your eyes are fluttering from the pleasure, so much so that you miss his words and his second thoughts. “Won’t she need more prep for?” 

“She likes the stretch.” Whispered against Diavolo’s ear as Lucifer keeps his hand working. With him this distracted, it seems Diavolo hasn’t even noticed the fourth finger added to his lubed-up hole. “I’m here to stop it if it’s too much.” Watching the show himself as your back arches and your hips undulate, chasing the friction from Diavolo’s girth. “Watch her face, and you’ll see how much she enjoys it.” 

That prompting seems to be enough, as Diavolo stops teasing you, pressing his tip against the opening of your sex. Using just enough pressure that he starts to sink in. 

You whine, feeling your insides stretch to accommodate his larger size, while a sheen of sweat breaks out across your entire body. Your breathing becomes jagged as your eyelids flutter. You’ve never felt so full, and so far, his tip is just inside your silken walls. The heat spreading from him is incredible, and you want more. It takes all of your focus, to force your hips to move and spear yourself with Diavolo’s cock. Crying out when your body convulses from the sudden intrusion, your muscles spasming like mad as your inside try to adapt to his girth that stretches you beyond your limits. 

“Fuck!” Diavolo can only gasp at your sudden movements, his neck straining at the way your cunt envelops his dick. If he thought your mouth was amazing, this? This has his balls tingling and his abdomen clenching like he’s almost ready to burst. Yet one thing keeps racing through his mind. 

Lucifer was right. 

The look of utter euphoria on your face has his heart hammering against his chest. He wants to see that look again. And again. “I told you to watch her face.” Whispered against his ear, Diavolo can only nod his agreement. Enjoying the way you feel around him, and how you look under him. What he wouldn’t give to keep this feeling for himself every night, the stab of jealousy in his heart that Lucifer was the one you had chosen. If only he had acted sooner.

As you slowly come back to your senses, aware of your insides still spasming yet not as frequently, you let your eyes open just enough to make out Diavolo’s figure through your lashes. As well as Lucifer, who is still behind him and looking over his shoulder. Lucifer might be the Avatar of Pride, but damn with the way they’re both watching you, it makes you preen. Licking your lips as you release the fabric you’d grasped between your fingers, reaching up to push your damp hair away from your forehead. “Damn Dia. I like the burn, but fuck.” Letting out a soft chuckle that causes your whole body to shake. “I almost came just from that.” The pressure deep inside of you is amazing, to the point you think that even the shallowest rocking and lightest brush against your clit might have you seeing stars. 

“I…” Trailing off to swallow Diavolo’s face is flushed, and it reminds you of the way he seemed to be trying to hold himself back when he was sitting in the chair earlier. “I may also be very close once more.” You can’t help as you clench down. Too thrilled at the idea of being pumped full to enjoy the way his teeth seem to sink into his bottom lip.

“No one has said the safeword yet, so I think we should see how long you can last.” If he won’t move, you will. Rolling your hips just enough to lift yourself off his cock the smallest amount before moving back down. “Though, maybe I want to know how much is in those big balls of yours?” Flashing him a wink, and you hear a groan from behind him. 

Lucifer is no doubt getting annoyed with you trying to take the lead. Evident by Diavolo leaning forward, a pale hand on his shoulder. With him that much closer, you grab his shoulders, tugging him down so his face is right above yours. Whatever was causing him to pause again seems to have faded, because you’re nowhere near strong enough to move him on your own. “Are you certain I can…” He trails off again, and you find it adorable how his ears are almost the same shade as his hair. 

“Trust me Diavolo.” Feeling a little more playful, you nip at his bottom lip. “I like messes.” Smirking at him. “And you don’t need to worry about knocking me up if that’s what’s making you hold back.” The slightest flinch and you know you hit your mark. “There’s lots of precautions in place.” Going in for a kiss once more and dragging your hands down his back. You don’t bother with any sort of refinement in your actions, just sweeping your tongue along his and moaning. 

Unsure if your words freed him from his worries, Diavolo starts to move, shallow thrusts that has his cock rubbing along bundles of nerves along your slick channel. Now that he’s moving, the ridges along his shaft cause a tingling along your spine. You can feel your body tensing as another orgasm starts to build inside of you. The kiss doesn’t last long, Diavolo shifting to rest his arms on the sides of your head, the speed of his thrusts picking up as he pants. “You feel so good.” You just mewl as his tip starts to press against the deepest part of you. The angle of your legs around his hips has your butt lifted from the mattress, and the curve of Diavolo’s body has made it so that, once in a while, your clit brushes against his abdomen. With how impressive his length is, there’s no way you’d ever be able to take all of him inside of you. Causing the fire to grow hotter and hotter inside of you, sweating starting to drip down the sides of your face. 

It hits you like a wave, when a set of deft fingers that are more than aware of how to make your body respond work themselves between you and Diavolo. Lucifer is using the pads of his fingers to tease your clit. Pushing you over the edge. 

When your walls clamp down like a vice around Diavolo, he lets out a noise more akin to a roar than a groan. Shooting ropes of hot cum inside your body, his hips freezing in place as he tries to relish the added tightness. 

It’s then, Lucifer makes his move. Using the moment to sink his own length into Diavolo’s ass until his hips are flush against the prince’s backside. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t give him a chance to adjust, starting to pump his cock inside of him with enough force that Diavolo has to move. 

Which in turn, has Diavolo thrusting in and out of you at Lucifer’s pace. In essence, using the demon prince to fuck you with wild abandon. Both you and Diavolo are reeling from your previous orgasms, hovering on the edge of overstimulation as Lucifer forces a weaker follow-on orgasm from the two of you. 

Tears are starting to form on your lashes as you cry out. Another flood of Diavolo’s cum, and this time, you think you feel those ridges along his cock shift. Seeming to lock his dick deep inside your walls, one of the ridges pressed right against a bundle of nerves that has you hovering between pain and pleasure. 

“Are you enjoying yourselves?” Lucifer’s voice cuts through, and you hear another roar from Diavolo. “It sounds as though our dear birthday boy is.” Slightly cooler hands trailing along the skin of your outer thigh. “My love?” 

You can’t answer him. Not when your back is arching, and sweat is trailing down your body in small streams, soaking the fabric beneath you. 

“My love?!” Panic is lacing his voice now, and you let out a cross between a moan and mewl. Unable to form words. “Fuck.” Hissing the word before Lucifer is pulling away from Diavolo. “Pinecone!” 

“Lucifer-” Diavolo is panting, but at least he isn’t moving anymore, his body no longer rutting into yours. “I can’t seem to-” You let out a pained yelp when Diavolo tries to pull out of you, the ridges feeling like he is locked in placed. 

“Just relax.” Those same cool hands are on you, and now that you don’t feel like you’re being fucked into the next life, you’re starting to calm down a bit. Blinking as you realize the words weren’t directed at you, but Diavolo. 

“I did not expect this to happen.” It looks like, at some point while Lucifer was pounding into him, Diavolo took on his demon form. 

“A lesson for the future.” You tilt your head, your eyes meeting Lucifer's, his gaze full of concern. “My love, can you hear me?” 

You nod. Licking your lips. “Yeah.” 

“Color?” His hands are wiping the sweat away from your eyes as best as he can, and you enjoy the coolness of the palms of his hands against your heated flesh. 

“Yellow.” A sigh from Lucifer at how quickly you answered. 

“I do not believe that for a moment. Try again.” 

“I don’t wanna say red. You didn’t cum in me yet.” Unaware how sluggish you sound. Or how hoarse your voice is. 

“At least you’re still being your ridiculous self.” A chuckle from the demon. “Thinking you’re in charge and ignoring your limits.” 

“Your fault.” 

“She sounds a little drunk.” You wince, not from the sound of Diavolo’s voice, but from the feeling of his cock shifting again, followed by him pulling out of your body. “Oh. My.” The sound of lips being licked meets your ears. “That is rather a lot.” 

“She’s going to be upset that she missed it.” Like Diavolo, Lucifer is having a hard time taking his eyes away from the space between your legs. The stream of cum pouring from your core makes both demons pause. “For now, she needs to be cleaned up.”

You wake up later, wrapped in a fluffy blanket to the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your skin doesn’t have that grimy feel it normally does after an intense session of sex, and your hair doesn’t feel greasy. You yawn, your throat feeling dry and when you open your eyes, you put two and two together. 

You passed out, and someone cleaned you up. You suspect Lucifer, given that it wouldn’t be the first time. 

As to the sounds of someone still going at, you turn towards it. Letting out a soft laugh at the sight of Lucifer on his back, pumping his cock while Diavolo seemed to be drilling into him. 

You try to reach out, wanting to help Lucifer, only for both demons to turn towards you. 

“You’re awake.” You hum, low in your throat instead of answering. “You should try and sleep, my love.” 

“Don’t-” Letting out another yawn, aware of how bone tired you are. “Wanna.” Rubbing at your face as you try to wake yourself up. “I wanna join in.” 

“You are well beyond your limits.” 

A soft call of your name, and Diavolo reaches out to cup your cheek. “Lucifer is right. You’re done for the night.” A soft smile on his face. “Lucifer and I are just finishing up, then we’ll join you.” 

"Fine.” Your eyes are closing as you nuzzle against his damp palm. There’s always next time. The last thought that floats through your mind before you fall asleep again. 

Waking up in the morning, wrapped in Lucifer’s embrace, with Diavolo’s broad arm curled around both of you, his red hair just visible over Lucifer’s shoulder. If you weren’t so sore with your guts feeling like they were burning, you might have enjoyed it more. 

Now you just needed to try and make it through the day and Diavolo’s actual birthday.

Maybe you’d get lucky, and Lucifer would let you pretend to be sick.  

All you can do is pant, fluid forming at the corner of your eyes as the muscles of your sex tighten for the umpteenth time. Your hips rolling forward and lifting as you try to gain yourself the smallest reprieve. 

It’s not enough. 

A deep groan from Beel, the wet muscle of his tongue twisting while still inside of your moist heat. His usual insatiable hunger for food replaced temporary by the need to drown in the fluid he’s been pulling from your body for the last hour. The pressure above your hips shifts, his large hands that feel like an inferno grip you harder, pulling your skin taut between his fingers as he pulls you back. So your dripping pussy is right above his mouth with his nose able to bump into the bundle of nerves intermittently that makes you see stars through the tears. 

“Beel! Please!” Almost screaming as you try to break away from his onslaught. “I can’t take anymore!” 

Another groan with his tongue spreading wide to lap up and down your slit before pulling back, unaware of the strands of fluid connecting the two of you. “Just one more.” The action of licking his lips has the wide muscle ghosting the edge of pussy making you whine. “Just one more.” Tilting his head to kiss the inside of your thigh. “Grab my horns, they’ll help. Just one more and you can rest.” 

“One more.” You agree, not sure how your body is even still producing the slick you can feel dripping down your thighs from inside your core. Grabbing his horns to try and steady your exhausted body as he dives back in, pulling you flush to his face so he can enjoy his meal.

“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. 

“Hey, you over there!” You turn on your heels, your service smile in place as you balance the tray of empty glasses with one hand. Giving your head a tilt to the side to make your bunny ears seem more expressive. 

“How could I help you, Hop?” Playing up the bunny act since you know this area is being covered by Lucifer and he hates bunny talk. 

“Don’t you think this place has terrible service?” His words are a little slurred and you plan to signal Beel since you won’t be strong enough to toss this guy out. “You’re dressed up as a bunny.” You start to lift your free hand, fingers curled in the silent sign so none of the other guests are disturbed. Only to feel a hand hook into the ribbon around your waist and tug you down into his lap, the sound of glasses shattering on the polished floor of The Fall. “So you should know what to do.” His voice is low as he whispers it against the shell of your ear, his breath stagnant and sour as it washes over you. “If you get my drift.” 

“Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea.” Keeping your tone level as you try to keep yourself from gagging, the shock overriding your first instinct to struggle free. Feeling his hand wandering along your outer thigh, the revulsion races upward like a prickling along your spine. Pulling your arm away from your body before sharply shoving it backwards and into the demon's abdomen. “That is not anywhere near the services we provide.” 

“Hey, what are you going on about?” Crap. Either he was too drunk to take notice, or you weren’t able to get a good hit in. “I’m just asking for proper service as a customer.” When his hand slips closer to the front of your pants, you feel your entire body freeze up. Ready to unleash magic on this asshole if your physical attempts aren’t having any effect.

“Hey, you.” That voice you know, and with the ice coating the words the jackass holding you loosens his grip enough for you to escape his hold. “What do you think you’re doing?” Stumbling a little as you get your feet under you because the demon tried to grab you again. Ripping the edge of the ribbon around your waist and part of your vest. 

A different arm, one that you’re far more familiar with, wraps around you. Helping to balance you after placing you behind their figure. “Stay back.” Your name whispered soft and low, with a hidden layer of concern. “This riffraff is not worth your time.” Lucifer is facing you, but his gaze is over his shoulder, looking at the demon who had tugged you into his lap like he’s dirt beneath his feet. Keeping the tray of hard liquor balanced with two glasses of demonus that he’d been carrying. 

“Huh?” There’s a flash of irritation on Lucifer’s face as the demon that had harassed you tries to stand. “You have a lot of nerve talking to a customer like that.” The corner of Lucifer’s lip lifts, and you watch his eyes narrow.

“A customer?” Before you could even blink, Lucifer has moved. One of his heeled dress shoes pressing into the cushions beside the demon. Making it so his leg is forming a table of sorts for his hand holding his tray to lean against.  “In what way do you claim to be a customer? This is The Fall, a respectable establishment unlike the kind you’re trying to imply.” Slowly rolling his wrist, one of the glasses held between his long fingers. Allowing the liquid to slowly pour from the rim, right onto the demon in front of him. “I will say this only once.” Leaning in close, his voice and tone quiet but it still carries the weight of one of the seven rulers of hell. “Get lost. If you don’t, having demonus poured over you will be the least of your worries.” 

Lucifer doesn’t move right away. Letting his voice lower to a whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you might not have caught his words. “As for touching my wife.” An edge to his tone as he tries to suppress the malice. “I’ll let it slide today. If I ever see you again, I’m going to rip your tongue from your skull.” He’s still whispering, but there’s a certain jovial, sadistic twang to every word. “To stifle your screams before I pluck the individual muscle strands from your hands and arms that dared to touch what was mine.”

You watch as the demon goes pale. Nodding furiously until Lucifer seems to find the level of fear in the demon’s eyes acceptable enough to believe he’ll go out of his way to avoid you, and your spouse in the future. Lucifer barely has his leg moved before the demon is bolting for the door. 

Lucifer’s crimson gaze watching every step until he’s gone from his view. A roll of his shoulders before he turns to the small crowd that had gathered. “My apologies to all our guests for the disturbance.” A smile on his face that makes it seem like he wasn’t just threatening visceral violence. “Please allow us to offer a round of Demonus on the house as an apology.” Once the words pass his lips, you notice Mammon and Levi nearby, handing out glasses to the guests. “We hope you will continue to enjoy your time here.” 

When Mammon passed nearby you noticed him dip his head near Lucifer, pretending to flash a wink at a female demon who looked like her eyes had turned into hearts. Yet you didn’t miss his words. “I’ll clean this up, you look after her.”

“Right.” Lucifer hands off his tray to Belphie when he approaches, and once it is gone, Lucifer holds out one of his hands towards you. “Your outfit is in disarray. Let’s head to the back for a moment.” 

You’re happy to slip your smaller one into his, glad for his presence at your side as he guides you towards the back storeroom. Nodding and smiling at the customers as you pass them along your way. As soon as the door closed, any semblance of his service persona was gone. 

“Good grief…” Releasing your hand from his, running one through his black hair. “What a nasty drunk that was.” Now that the two of you are out of sight, Lucifer is far more hands on as he checks your clothes. “Are you alright?”

“I’m alright now.” Making a noise of disgust as you look at the ribbon that made your bow that matched Lucifer’s. “I hate being harassed by a drunk. He reeked. I’m pretty sure he was already half in the bag before he even got here.” Giving your head a shake. “I feel gross.” 

“I can only imagine.” His hands hover for a moment before landing on your hips. “I’m sorry.” 

“Huh? Why are you sorry? It’s not like you didn’t deal with him.” Tilting your head in confusion, only for him to sigh. 

“I was fully aware of how captivating you were, yet I still took my eyes off you.” Lifting one of his hands to drag the outside of his middle and index fingers along your cheek. “I may have been able to intervene faster if I had never let my gaze wander.” Curling those two fingers to lift your chin. “Where did he touch you? Tell me everything. I shall overwrite every place that pathetic man touched myself.” 

You smirk at him. “My my, there’s something to be said when your husband admits he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you.” Placing one of your hands over the one he still has on your hip. “Makes me think your offer isn’t all just for my sake.” Letting out a small chuckle as you start to slide his hand a little higher on your hip. “But I don’t want to say where, I don’t want to think about that asshole again.” Running the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’d rather show you.” Guiding his hand to where the demon had first grabbed you, pressing on his fingers just enough to get him to grip you a little harder. Letting out a breathy inhale. 

“If it’s going to cause you distress speaking.” Half a step closer, one of his feet between yours. The heat from his body sinking into yours. “I would prefer you just show me.” 

You take that as an invitation. Ghosting your hand over the back of his to guide it lower, along the outside of your thigh. “Good.” 

He hums when your hand stops moving. “Was it around here?” Massaging the area under his fingers, pressing circles in your thigh before fanning them out. Moving his hand a bit lower in time to trailing the fingers at your chin down your throat. “Or perhaps… here?” 

“A little more to the left.” Sliding your hands along his clothed covered ribs, rising higher until your reach the thinner white shirt under it. “You saw at the end right?” His hand moves subtly, closer towards your core and he gets a lot farther. “How are you going to overwrite that memory?” Trying to tilt your face so you can press a kiss at the corner of his mouth. 

That earns you a small chuckle, one that is softened with affection. “Heh. I know he didn’t touch your lips.” Aligning his mouth yours, but keeping just enough space so you feel his breath. The cool moist air, laced with mint, is far nicer as it washes across your face. “If he had of, he wouldn’t have left under his own powers.” 

You let out a soft little whine. You can just imagine what Lucifer would have done if that had happened. That protectiveness wrapped in the layers of his possessiveness makes your knees weak. 

“I simply…” He closes the distance, the soft pressure against your lips, like he’s testing the waters. Letting out a noise as he shifts, his tongue sweeping along the seam of your mouth. You’re happy to part your lips, your tongue meeting his as you moan. His fingers working at your core and it doesn’t take long for the interaction to grow more and more heated. Tasting his tea from earlier, you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Until Lucifer pulls back, like he’s aware the two of you are just in a back room of a club in the Devildom. “Couldn’t resist you.” 

You have no idea what you look like right now, but based on how much your chest is heaving and how warm your face is, you’ve got little doubt it would be clear to anyone who walked in what you and Lucifer had been doing. “I swear.” Letting your head drop forward to press against his shoulder. “You enjoy teasing me, knowing I can’t do anything because there’s a chance someone could walk in on us.” 

“Well.” The lifting of one of his eyebrows. “The place seems to have really calmed down.” 

“Lucifer.” You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes since your face is warmer for a slightly different reason. “We are not having sex in the back storage room of The Fall.” The tips of your ears are burning. “The other staff could walk in, and it’s awkward enough that all of your brothers have walked in on us at some point knocking boots.” 

“I suppose you are right.” He doesn’t release you, but he doesn’t seem to be pressing his body as close to yours anymore. “Though there is no guarantee another drunk like that will not appear.” You shudder. That wouldn’t be fun, and if there was a second incident… Well. You know Lucifer wouldn’t let them go with just a wet outfit and damaged pride. “Perhaps if we stay like this, no one will bother you.” 

“As much as I’d rather stay here with you.” You let out a sigh, finally lifting your eyes and letting your expression soften. “We can’t leave the others alone. We’re here trying to draw business back to the legitimate clubs, and we both know some of the customers are here to see you specifically.”

You feel as much as you see Lucifer jolt. “Goodness, you are certainly composed.” His hand reaches up to fix your bunny ear headband and push some of your loose hair behind your ear. 

“I doubt that. I’m a realist.” With how warm your skin feels, you don’t believe him about being composed. “We might be married, but your fan still came out to see Bunny Boy Lucifer. They can still dream about a certain blue-eared bunny sweeping them off their feet at times like this.” 

Lucifer lets out a sigh himself this time. His hands moving to rub yours arms. “You’re right, of course, but you could at least allow yourself to be swept away a little.” He’s disappointed, but you can understand why. “I suppose it can’t be helped. We should return to the floor soon.” 

It’s then, that the door opens and you are beyond glad you and Lucifer weren’t doing what you had been a few minutes ago. Or escalated to more physical aspects. 

“Lucifer, apparently, some packages arrived a short while ago. Levi said they have some branding merchandise to go with the Bunny Boy event.” You have to admit, since Satan became First Consul and Lucifer stepped back their relationship seems to have matured a little. “Would you be able to look for them?” 

“Sure.” The word is out of your mouth quickly, even if the question had been directed at Lucifer. Nodding at Satan, who just smiles at you before turning around and leaving to go back to the reception area. 

“Us inspecting the packages that arrived does keep you off the main floor a little longer.” Leaning back into your space to drop his forehead against yours. “We should be able to finish quickly if we check them together.”

“Yeah. Let's go.” Breaking apart at last as the two of you move more into the store room. Towards the bay doors that open and you can both see a pallet that looks like it was partially broken down. “The packages should be around here.” 

“I guess the regular staff must have started on it earlier.” The event did get started earlier with some of the citizens showing up and demanding to get in. Worried they would lose access to the premier show even though they had all bought tickets and their seats were assigned. 

As the two of you work, it doesn’t take you long to get everything sorted and moved. Until Lucifer looks at the manifest and notices there are some boxes that aren’t accounted for. 

“Maybe they got moved?” He nods, glancing around the shelves. 

“Would you check the contents of that box on the top shelf for me?” Motioning to another box higher up that has the same logo at the ones you had unpacked. “You can use the stepladder over there while I check the ones on this side.”

You can reach the box without the ladder, but in heels, it makes sense since your balance is a little off. “Yeah I think this is one of the missing boxes.” Lifting one of the bottles to notice carrots on the foil wrapper.  

“That sound. Was that a bottle of Demonus?” Lucifer stops, and you have to hold in your laughter. Of course, he’d know the sound of those bottles. “The box is probably heavy, so be careful.” 

It’s like he jinxes you. Just as the words leave his mouth, you feel your foot slip as your heel doesn’t land correctly. 

A yell of your name, and your tumble ends quickly. Lucifer’s arms holding you, and the case of demonus, tightly against his chest. “Are you all right?” 

“Damn.” Somewhat breathless at how quickly he moved to catch you. “You’re amazing Lucifer, I just felt my balance starting to go and then you swooped in to catch me.”

This time, he lets out a full-throated laugh. “Naturally. I would never allow you to be injured while I’m with you.” You lift an eyebrow at him as you narrow your eyes. A silent challenge that just makes him chuckle, before being a little cheeky and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to set you down slowly.” Feet back on the ground, Lucifer takes the case from you. “Honestly, please don’t scare me like that, we both know you aren’t always steady in those shoes.” 

“Don’t remind me.” Rolling your eyes as you remember the first time you were dragged into the bunny boy mess with all the brothers because of Mammon. The heels that matched the outfit truly left you off balance and you’d dropped more than one tray laded full of drinks back then. 

“Are you hurt anywhere? I’m going to check.” His hands moving quickly and you find it endearing. “How about here? Does it hurt?” When his hand gets lower, and his fingers brush your ankle, you let out a small hiss. “Go ahead, lean against me some more. I’ll be performing a thorough check after that noise.” His touch gentle as he prods at the joint. “Perhaps you should remain behind the bar for the rest of the night, it’s not swollen yet that isn’t a reason to risk more damage.” 

You nod because you agree with him. Yet it still gives you a terrible idea for a bit of teasing. “Behind the bar, I’ll also be more out of sight. Which means less chance for a repeat.” Flashing him a wink. “Plus it means a certain demon can keep his eyes on me a little easier. Or am I wrong and you’re just using this check to try and keep me back here all to yourself a little longer?” 

“It seems I’m caught.” Rising to his full height, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s commendable that you are so dedicated to work, but I’m not ready to let you go. A little longer is fine, don’t you think?” Wrapping his arms around you, you place your hands on his chest. Toying with the diamond-shaped buttons that remind you of the one on his forehead in his demon form. 

Hearing him let out another sigh, you can’t help but lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “It seems I’m dwelling on what happened earlier more than I thought.” His hands ghosting up and down your sides. Unsure if he’s comforting you or himself. “Seeing someone other than me touching you right in front of my eyes…” Trailing off as he closes his eyes, biting his lip for a moment. “Just remembering it make me want to tear that demon apart.” 

“After you rip his tongue out of his skull?” Lifting your hand a little higher and placing it above where his heart is beating.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Another sigh before he cracks his eyes open. “Lest there be any doubt, just know you have no reason to feel responsible, okay?” You nod. Remember the past and how often someone tried to blame you for something just because you had been there. “It’s only natural that you’re captivating. But that doesn’t mean anyone should feel free to touch you.” 

“I think that’s true for everyone, Lucifer.” No one enjoys being touched without their permission. Being a drunk person just seemed to make it worse. 

“Believe me when I say no one is as captivating as you.” Damn him and his smooth words because you are feeling your body warm again. “I agree with you on the other point. And the only one permitted to lay their hands on you is me, your partner. Isn’t that right?” His hands dip a little lower, and you don’t miss the subtle groping of your ass. “I know. You don’t have to look at me like that.” 

You just roll your eyes at him, but you feel yourself growing a little braver this far back in the store room. “I will do my work properly. But for now, just a little longer. Let me keep you in my arms.” He leans down for another kiss, and you meet him with a low hum in your throat. 

Using his slight distraction to move your hand lower and teasing your fingers over his crotch. With just that simple touch, you can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Lucifer?” Breaking the kiss but staying close enough that there’s almost no space between you. 

“Yes My Love?”

“You said you’d overwrite everywhere he touched right?” Nipping at his bottom lip as you don’t wait for an answer. “He was pressed against my whole backside. I’m not sure I can wait until we’re home.” Rubbing at the tent between his legs, aware of the moisture starting to pool in your core. 

“You are aware.” Whispering the words against your lips as one of his hands moves again, ghosting along your spine over the material of your vest and shirt before hitting the fake bunny tail. “You were the one who pointed out we could be seen?” 

“This far back.” Licking your lips which has the tip brushing against his bottom lip. “We’d hear someone when they came in.” Starting to roll your hips, grinding against his leg to try and get more friction against your core. “Please Lucifer.” A soft moan escaping your throat when he starts to massage your butt in his hands. “Just a quickie.” 

“Fine.” His mouth reconnects with yours, a quick plunge of his tongue inside of your mouth as the wet muscle sweeps along your teeth. “A quickie.” His eyes flick around the area before he nods to himself. “Turn around.” His hands are on the fasteners of your pants as he works them open and pushes the fabric down with your underwear over the curve of your ass. 

You can hear him working his own pants open, and by the sound of it he’s just using the zipper. The idea of being caught like this has more slick forming in your core and starting to drip from the space between your legs. You can just picture his pants open, underwear pushed to the side with his cock proudly jutting from the fabric. How there’s already a bead of precum forming on the head. “Please Baby, I need you.” Letting a whine coat your words as you grind back against him. 

“I know Love, I know.” Using his foot to push your feet apart so youre body is spread the way he wants. Feeling his knees brush against the inside of your legs as he makes adjustments. You moan when his hot dick brushes against your skin, one of his hands moving to your front to help align himself with your slick opening. With both of you in heels, it makes the usual positioning a little harder, but the second he presses into you, you moan. Long and loud before you remember where you are. 

Slapping a hand over your mouth as you let Lucifer do most of the work. His hand on your core, those long fingers helping to keep his cock inside of you as he trusts his hips with the intent to bring both of you to orgasm. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit as he starts to whisper in your ear. “Is this better My Love?” His other hand is between your breasts, making sure your back is pressed against his chest while his hips hammer away. “My touch bringing you closer, as the heat from my body sinks into yours.” 

You’ve got your free hand planted against the metal shelving holding dried goods. Feeling your eyes rolling back as you moan under your hand. He can’t get as deep as normal, but the position has more pressure against the parts of your vagina that align with your clit. Between his cock and the heel of his hand, there’s constant pressure against the bundle of nerves from both ends. “You’re growing tighter.” His mouth against your ear as he pants the words. “All because of me, because of the way I touch you.” Trailing his nose along the shell of your ear. “I wonder, if after this.” Swallowing loud enough that you know he did it just for your benefit, and how his noises make you hornier. “Everyone else will smell how I bred my little bunny.” 

You moan again, feeling your insides tighten as another flood of liquid is pulled from your core. “That’s a good girl.” Pressing his lips to the skin of your neck just under your earlobe. “I hope by now you know this is just the prelude.” His hips are moving faster now. “Whatever plans you have for tomorrow, cancel them.” A circular motion added to his hand and you can feel your insides growing tighter as a line of fire begins to race up your spine. “Because I’m not letting you leave our bed.” A dark chuckle and you can picture the smirk on his face. “Not until every pore of your skin drips of my scent, to remind others, only I can touch you.” 

You pant against your hand, your stomach tight as your breathing grows uneven. You’re oh so close. “My wife.” Fuck. Those two words do you in, your eyes rolling back into your head and you have to rely on Lucifer to keep you standing as your legs shake. 

He hides his groan against your neck, feeling his seed spurt inside of you. Feeling satisfied that anyone else who tries to get too close to you tonight is going to smell his cum. A clear reminder that you aren’t just an exchange student anymore, you’re part of the Devildom elite and no ones play thing. 

“Damn Lucifer.” You pant, letting yourself lean against him, well aware of your shared juices starting to slip from your core and sliding down your leg. “I could really go for round two-” 

“Lucifer?” Leviathan is looking for the two of you, calling your name after his brothers and you feel your face go pale. “What is taking you two so long? It’s almost time for the show?”

“We just finished with the packages delivered, I assume it was your clever idea Levi?” You can’t seem to move, yet Lucifer is calling out as he removes himself from your body and starts to put his clothes in order. 

“Yeah. I thought it might help to have some limited edition stuff to sell after we’re gone to help keep people coming instead of the illegitimate clubs.” He still sounds like he’s near the entrance as you start to fix your own clothes. “Where are you two?” 

“Near the back.” You send Lucifer a glare. “After we finished, I realized the incident left” He says your name with clear affection “clothes damaged in such a way that magic won’t fix it.” You blink as you look down at your vest. It isn’t that bad. “We were looking for spare uniforms and just found one.” 

Oh. Damn. Sometimes your husband really does seem to be five steps ahead. 

“Oh okay. I guess see you guys in five minutes?” 

“Yeah. Sorry to take so long Levi!” The second the door closes again you use magic to fix your outfit. Too bad nothing can be done to hide what else the two of you had done. 

When Levi stepped out of the store room, he could feel the flush on his face. “I knew I should have gone back there~” Jumping when Asmo latched onto him. 

“You’d think Lucifer could keep it in his pants for one night.” Belphie huffed, unhappy at having had to fill in on the floor for the missing pair. 

“Be honest.” Mammon has his hands in the air as he makes a pose for the crowd watching them, waiting for the show to start. “Can ya blame him? I mean. I was ready to skin that guy and she’s my sister. If she was my wife? I’d have done a lot more than just pour Demonus on em.” 

None of the brothers could argue with that, but that didn’t mean they were going to enjoy the smell of sex coming off the two of you for the rest of the night. 

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.

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 butler's teeth.