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“and, what was the video that made you so hard?” he bites his lip and crookedly smiles. “there was this couple— the guy was sucking on the woman’s nipple while she was riding him and praising him— telling him how much of a good boy he was and how much she loved it. haechan sent it to me, he said we should try it out since— well..” mark awkwardly chuckles.

you lick your lips and sit up, pulling your arms away from the back of his head. “well..” you bring your hands to the bottom of your cropped-tee and you slowly shimmy off the clothing.

“wow,” mark gulps and blinks repeatedly while resisting himself from grabbing your breasts. “don’t be shy, baby. you can touch them.” you tap his chin and he lets out an exhale before grabbing at your breasts.

you bite your lips and watch as he plays with your tits with the most biggest bug eyes ever. “oh, markie,” you softly chuckle and cup his face. “you act and look like you’ve never seen my tits before.”

“this reminds me of when you first flashed me.” you laugh and toss your shirt to the side. “start sucking or you lose this opportunity.” mark wraps his lips around your nipple making you wince lightly.

“fuck, baby.” you groan and pull at marks slightly long hair. “who knew this would feel so.. amazing.” you moan and tug at marks hair making him groan around your nipple.

as mark pulls away from your nipple, you tilt his chin up. “didn’t you mention her riding him while he—?” mark nods quickly— making himself seem more desperate than he already was.

“then what are we waiting for? get your pants off.” mark gently shoves you off him and lifts his hips, tugging down his sweats and briefs. you giggle, watching his desperateness while removing your shorts.

mark grabs your hips when seeing you fully naked and sits you on his lap. he lifts you just to where his tip is poking your entrance. “slide it in, markie.” mark licks his lips and slowly brings down your hips.

“my god.” you and mark both groan with lazy grins.

you’re too busy moving your hips to notice mark grabbing your breasts, again and taking your nipple into his mouth.

mark swirls his tongue around your nipple just like you’d do with his tip when giving him a blowjob. “you’re too good at this, markie.” you clench around him when feeling him flick his tongue against your nub.

mark squeezes your ass with one hand while the other hand held your other breast. his fingers pulling and pinching your nipple while his tongue swirled.

you moan and bounce, losing control and letting pleasure take control of your hips. “markie!” you cry out, pulling at his hair making him groan.

mark pulls away and attaches his mouth to your other nipple which you go crazy! his tongue work was amazing— why was he so good at this?

maybe all the pussy eating moments have taught him this— for sure.

“f—fuck, y/n?!” mark pulls away and tosses his head back. “i—im coming!” he pants breathlessly and helps you by pounding your hips down.

within minutes, mark finally cums. he lets out an extended groan while dumping his load into you. “well, wasn’t this fun.” you press a kiss on his lips and stand up but mark grabs your waist. “w—where’re you going?”

“to take a shower— where else?” mark smirks, thinking of a reply. “my mouth.” your eyebrows furrow. “what?” you laugh and mark quickly flips you back on the couch. “it’s simple— my mouth, you’re pussy and you cumming on my tongue.” his gaze turns dark.

“b—but your cum is—?” you can’t even finish your sentence before feeling his mouth attach to your clit. “wow.” you exhale and your fingers find his locks, once again.

let’s thank mr donghyuck lee for this amazing night.

Lucifer

Students are crowding the stairwell, and Lucifer can feel the annoyance already blooming. A crowd like this usually means trouble, and he wonders if Mammon is trying to place bets in secret again. It won’t be the first time he catches his brother discreetly collecting gambling money after convincing other students to bet on something stupid, so Lucifer isn’t going to be surprised if his initial thought was right as he pushes through to see the commotion. 

That’s when Lucifer desperately wished he was right as soon as he saw you on the ground. Two demons on top of the stairs laughed and mocked you, but the moment Lucifer stepped in the scene they immediately shut their mouths out of fear and so did the crowd of students around you. He can piece the scene together and understand what happened, but he needs to hear from you first. 

He kneels down to your level to check up on you. You’re not unconscious and that’s great, though you seemed pretty shaken up. Falling down the stairs and having several students stare at you wasn’t pleasant after all. “Come, let’s discuss what happened in the student council room.” Lucifer offers, since the last thing you need is to be the center of attention and he knows it won’t be a good idea to let you stay here longer.

He helps you stand, but you stumble and cling onto him for support. Your foot… it hurts so much that putting pressure on it sent jolts of burning pain that almost made you scream. You’re trying to be strong despite the pain, you can’t show weakness in front of Lucifer who’s relying on you to represent humans. What kind of image are you showing them? That you’re fragile and weak? It’s all getting overwhelming and Lucifer can see you’re already at your limit.

He turns to the two demons on the top of the stairs and glares at them. The temperature drastically dropped, breathing felt so heavy all of a sudden, and there’s this feeling of dread that paralyzed not only the two but also everyone around them. Trying to run away wasn’t an option, the two girls knew it would just make things worse for them. 

“I expect to see the both of you in the council room at the end of the day. Or else.” There’s no negotiations, and opening their mouths to protest is already a defiance to Lucifer’s orders. He’s already quite strict on his brothers, what more to a pair of demons that doesn’t seem to understand that there are consequences to their actions? “Everyone, get back to your classes.” 

Once everyone has finally left you both alone, Lucifer carries you in his arms. There’s no way he’s letting you limp to the infirmary in this state. He checks your ankle and sighs when he realizes it’s sprained. You thought at first that he’s stressed because you getting hurt meant more work for him, but the worried look on his face shows that it’s not about that.

You’ve been so strong for doing so much here like helping Lucifer manage all of his brothers while still doing your duties as a student, trying to keep up a good impression enough for Diavolo’s exchange program. Now seeing you hurt with a swollen ankle is making Lucifer rethink his views. It’s not pity that’s written on his face, it's… something else entirely. 

“I don’t think you’re weak at all… but maybe it’s time that we take care of you, little lamb.” Lucifer says. It’s an understatement to say that you’re dependable because you’re much more than that to him. He wonders how he even managed to get by with his brothers before you came into their lives. You’ve been so reliable, Lucifer almost forgets that you’re also fragile. You’ve done too much, you deserve a break and be pampered. It’s exactly what he does now that you’ve got a cast on your foot. 

Lucifer doesn’t like seeing you with those crutches, it doesn’t sit right with him when someone like you is suffering from something as basic as going up the stairs. He starts making a proposal about making RAD more accessible for students by adding elevators or magical levitating platforms. While it’s a good idea on its own, you can tell that they had this plan so that you don’t have to suffer through the stairs anymore. Everyone else immediately agreed to the proposal without second thought. 

Lucifer had the two demons apologize to you, and he doesn’t care whether they bruise their skin or get covered in dirt, they will be doing it properly. To beg on their hands and knees, bowing down until their foreheads touch the floor. He won’t let them up until they actually feel genuinely sorry, he doesn’t care how many students will be staring at their pathetic displays. He’s almost tempted to dig his heels into the back of their skulls should they lift their heads for even a single inch from the ground. 

He’ll chip away at their pride that led them to hurting you, finding a way to humiliate them in every subtle way until they’re the ones cowering their head. Lucifer would make subtle comments each time their paths would cross, always looking for a single flow that he would call them out for under the pretense of how it’s unbefitting as a student of RAD. It’s so harsh that the brothers almost felt sorry for them. Is it petty? Perhaps it is. But he doesn’t feel guilty at all when they actively chose to hurt you, and maybe he’ll stop once your ankle is all better.

Mammon

You two were together but then he said had somewhere he needed to be. Mammon was supposed to meet up with you before classes, he just needs to talk to some people he owed a few grimm to and possibly ask for another deadline extension. He’s turning to every corner trying to make sure Lucifer won’t spot him counting his debt, though he did notice the crowd that was forming a few meters away. 

He didn’t give it much thought at first, but that’s until he heard the whispers of students walking towards the scene. ‘It’s that human exchange that fell’ ‘fell? They were pushed, weren't they?’ And that’s when Mammon starts to sprint, honestly hoping that it was Solomon and not you that they were talking about. 

“Outta the way dammit!” Is all you hear, with a few grunts from students getting forcibly shoved to the side before Mammon finally finds you on the floor clutching your ankle. He squats next to you to check the damage, and you can tell from the expression on his face that it doesn’t look good at all. 

He looks up at the stairs and sees the two demons snickering at each other before running away from the scene. Mammon recognizes them, he’s heard some of the nasty stuff they’ve said about this exchange program, and especially about you. It just never occurred to him that they’d do something this drastic when given the chance. Mammon was gone for ten minutes and that was enough time to hurt you. 

He wanted to run after them, force the two to apologize to you. To make them pay. Though the wince and cries from you are what makes Mammon think with a clear head. You tell him that your ankle is hurting, you can’t move it as much without any pain. So he carries you and makes a run for it to the infirmary. No ambulance compares to how quickly Mammon ran just to get you some help.

Mammon stays by your side, too afraid to leave you for another second after what happened. He stares as they patch up your ankle and you’ll be in crutches until it heals. He’s mad, but definitely not at you. He’s angry that this happened under his watch when he’s supposed to be making sure you’re safe from demons like those. That was a role entrusted to him and he already feels like he failed.

“Ya aint leavin’ my sight, not until that ankle of yours is back in shape aight?” And he meant every word. If he’s not glued to your hip, then you swear you can see a three-eyed crow that’s following you around wherever you go. You just feed it some snacks if you have some when you can, and you wake up with shiny trinkets by your desk the next day.

Mammon is ready to be at your beck and call anytime you need it. You let out a grunt of frustration if you dropped your bag and spilled all your belongings. Your sprained ankle makes it hard for you to bend over to get them, but the moment you turn your head, Mammon is already at your feet grabbing you everything. If it weren’t for the circumstances (like your injury), Belphie would probably exploit this and make his older brother do everything while pretending you asked for it. 

The two girls have noticed how much those crows have been following them around. Crows can hold grudges, and they definitely recognize the demons that hurt the human they (and their master) care about. 

It started off as something harmless as landing on their desks, squawking at them, or stealing their pens before an important exam. Though when Mammon noticed them occasionally mocking you behind your back for that cast once you came back to RAD, the crows became more aggressive. The birds pulled on their hair, pecked and bit on their skin, clawing at them whenever they could.

Desperate for this madness to stop, the demons are already by Mammon’s feet begging for the crows to leave them alone. Personally, Mammon would’ve done something much worse but there was no way he’s going to abandon you for a second with that cast. “I’m feeling quite generous, so if ya hear me out on my conditions i’ll let you off the hook yeah?” 

In exchange for finally getting some peace from those crows, the demons agreed to two conditions. One, never to lay a hand on you ever again unless they want the risk of the birds invading their homes. No more mocking or even looking at you with malice. Two, pay Mammon every month. By the time that you got that cast removed, Mammon has paid off some debt from his classmates and he’s quite proud of it. At least he could take care of you and save some coin at the time. No one said it had to be his money right?

Levi

Levi didn’t spend lunch with any of his brothers or classmates as usual today. He likes spending his free time alone in isolated places like the school garden, empty classrooms, or even the rooftop so he could play his games or watch his anime in peace. Socializing with too many people is overwhelming, this is his own way of recharging to get through the rest of the day. 

Though there are rare instances that Levi would ask you to join him in his little hideouts, because you’re one of the people he doesn’t feel too draining to be around. He planned to share some of the snacks he bought for the both of you, but he saw that you were talking with his other brothers at the cafeteria. Feeling dejected, he decided to spend the lunch alone as usual and wait for the class. There’s no way you would want to spend time with someone who’d rather play gacha games on his phone for lunch…

He was hiding by the corners of the stairwell to play his game when he overheard two demons talking so badly about you, followed by hurried footsteps and then a heavy thump at the end of the stairs. Then he heard a familiar voice cry out in pain, and it’s when he realized that you were pushed off the stairs. He saw your body on the floor, trying to recover from the fall and he felt like his world was crashing in on him. He’s frozen in place, unsure of what to do without making things worse.

You turned around and found him hiding behind the stairwell, eyes locked for a moment that felt like an eternity to the demon. That’s when Levi realized he can’t just stand there idly when his player two is injured. Despite the anxiety, he ran to your side anyway to check on you. His face went so pale when he saw you clenching your ankle, the pain evident in your expression. “I-i’ve got you just… dammit what do i d-do…?!” He mumbles the last part, because he knows this isn’t a game where it takes one button to heal you back. No saved file to help him now. 

Levi looks up at the stairs and sees the two demons glaring at the both of you. Out of all the brothers, they would never take Levi seriously. To them, he’s just some demon who dedicated his life to a world of fiction and seeing him fumble right now just proves it. They say that Levi just lacks any real skill to even help you before they left. 

He hates to admit that those two are right, and that makes him loathe himself even more. Levi almost went down on a spiral, but that’s until he felt a phone get placed on his hand. He turns to meet your gaze, you handed him his D.D.D. and he knew what you were asking him to do. Levi quickly dials for his brothers and help came to you after a minute of doing so. He’s thankful for their quick responses, he wouldn’t be able to handle it if a crowd started forming around you both. 

Everyone of them was huddled outside the infirmary while you were getting patched up, and Levi explained what he witnessed. Though he starts going into his self-destructive speech patterns at how he could hardly do anything to help you by himself that he needed to get his brothers to do it for him. He felt so useless to you, but Lucifer interjects. “It’s natural to panic. But if you did not call for us, then they would’ve been in pain for much longer.”

That helped Levi feel a little bit grounded hearing reassurances from his brothers. Lucifer then tasked Levi to be the one in charge of taking care of you during school days. Since Levi also takes his classes online, then he can watch over you while you’re resting in the house. You both can take online classes together while you recover from your injury.

Levi spends most of the time in your room instead because there’s no way he’s making you go up those stairs to his room, and he doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt or slipping if you try to get in his bathtub. As clumsy as he could be, Levi did his best to take care of you. He did want to spend some time alone with you, but he wished it didn’t take a sprained ankle to get what he wanted. 

“I-if only this healing item exists, it would’ve been really handy right now…” He says as you both play a two-player game, the demon staring longingly at the recovery potions on the screen and wishing it could take away your pain right now. Levi often wonders… maybe if he didn’t sulk from the jealousy, if he actually asked you that day to go spend lunch with him, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this. 

Levi was watching some anime while you slept, and he saw the bullies on the anime picking on the innocent main protagonist. The scene just reminds him of what happened to you, and that brings him this sense of rage and justice. It was unfair what those two girls did to you, and Levi doesn’t think it’s right that he does nothing about this (assuming that his brothers haven't gotten to them first). 

The girls found all their accounts hacked. From Devilgram to their bank accounts. Their emails and passwords were changed overnight so they couldn’t figure out how to get it back, and if by some miracle they recovered their accounts, everything was already wiped clean by then. Levi may not be the most confrontational brother, but he’s the best behind the screen. He’s chugging his third energy drink as he thinks of new ways to plant a virus in their D.D.D.’s when he goes to school at the end of the week to hand over both of your homeworks. 

When Levi overheard the girls still talking about you during break, they found all their stuff completely drenched and ruined by the time they came back to their seats even though the classroom remained dry. Gadgets were water damaged, and schoolwork that they were supposed to be submitting later is already long gone. Even their lockers were stuffed with sand and sea water, spilling all over their uniforms as soon as they opened it. The teachers scolded them for the mess they ‘created’ no matter the protests that they never did, but who would believe them if they said it was Levi’s doing? The girls never uttered your name again.

Satan

The teacher assigned you both as partners for a class project due next week, and Satan suggested that it’s best to get a head start on it while your schedules are free. You babysit all of his brothers every day, so Satan expects that your days are going to be quite busy if any of them knew you had a bit of free time to spare. At least his plans are something productive, he gets to spend time with you while also finishing some homework together. 

It’s ten minutes past the agreed time you both were supposed to meet. Satan is outside the school library, tapping his foot on the floor as he messaged you but receiving no response. He knows he could’ve gone ahead to do some research to pass the time, but the point of this study date was to do the project together. It’s never like you to be late without any notice, so he sets out to look for you. 

Satan is walking swiftly, wondering if you were still at the cafeteria. He dials your number to try to call you during his search, and he stops in his tracks when finds your phone on the ground, the screen cracked. It brought alarms in his head and he picked it up to figure out where you must’ve dropped it. It wasn’t hard because he soon spotted the crowd of demons by the stairway nearby. He could immediately guess what happened as he ran to the crowd, and he’s shocked when finally sees that you were the source of commotion.

He doesn’t care how many students he shoved just to get to your side. Seeing you on the ground in pain already warrants an emergency. Satan guessed your phone flew out of your hand when you fell. “What happened to you?! Where does it hurt?!” Satan asks, pulling you close in his arms and checking what’s causing you pain. He sees your ankle swelling slightly, and he’s trying to deduce what he can do to help after reading all of those human health care books just for you.

Though the laughter he’s hearing from the distance is annoying and distracting. Satan glances up and spots the two girls fleeing the scene, looking so proud of themselves. When he realizes what happened to you, his anger is already bubbling through the surface that it’s almost hard to contain. The pained expression on your face doesn’t help, the only reason he hasn’t fully transformed into his demon form is that he doesn’t want to draw more attention or hurt you more than you already are.

The way these students crowded around you like vultures to a feast is making Satan frustrated at each and everyone of them. How could they just stand there and watch while you were in pain? And those two girls, he will make sure to burn their faces into his memory for later. You could practically feel the heat of his wrath radiating from your pact and it’s making your body hurt more. Satan realized that his temper right now could be causing you more pain, so he focuses his thoughts into getting you some help instead of the anger that wants to burn everything and everyone around you.

“Calm down… just calm down…” he mutters over and over while he gently scoops you into his arms, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself. Satan is careful when carrying you so he can take you to the infirmary, and all the students parted like the red sea when Satan shot glares at them, quickly scattering like rats while the two of you disappeared into the infirmary. 

His eyebrows are furrowed the entire time as he waits for you to get patched up. His brothers have already arrived after they heard what happened, though they could sense that the fourth born is already on edge like a ticking time bomb. He’s quiet not because there’s nothing to say, but because he’s trying to hatch a plan. Something like this shouldnt go unpunished…

Satan is glad for his position in the student council because it meant that he could access some files from RAD. What does he do best? Studying and gathering as much information as he could. He looks for any detention notices until he finds the names and faces of the two girls that hurt you. A smile spreads across his face, though it was nothing pleasant. Like he just found his new prey. 

He just needs to wait for that detention day, patience is the key to success. So for now he’ll focus on taking care of you. Satan pays more attention to you, always attentive to your needs. He brings you notes from any classes that you’ve missed during your recovery, and you heard from one of the brothers that they’re all trying to rack up money for a better phone since yours broke. you do admit that you feel bad for all the extra work he puts up for your sake, especially since Satan even had to do most of the project that you both were originally supposed to do together in the first place if it weren’t for the incident.

“You’re speaking nonsense. I don’t mind putting in more effort just for you, all you need to do is to recover. I’ll consider that as my thanks.” Satan would bring you books in bed or make you some coffee topped with some latte art just so you wouldn’t feel so bored. You can’t go to cafes or libraries with him like you both used to, so Satan will do everything with you in the comforts of your room. 

Satan counted the days until it was time. He assigns another brother to watch over you. Asmo pretends not to hear the sound of the main door closing in the middle of the night, distracting you with something pretty he recently bought. The next school day rolls around and everyone is lucky you’re still in bed rest when the news broke out. Two students were found unconscious on the stairs in an awful state. Normally, falling down a flight of stairs doesn’t do much damage to a demon as much as it can to humans. And yet the bones in their legs were absolutely shattered…

None of the brothers were honestly too bothered to tell you the events that transpired, mostly because they knew the culprit. Satan would rather that you focus your energy on recovering. The only news that Satan told you was that you both got a perfect mark on the project you both worked on in the comforts of your room, but he doesn’t bring up what happened to those two demons. You only found out when Solomon accidentally told you during his visits. 

Asmo

There’s only a few minutes left before the next bell would ring, so Asmo makes sure to retouch his makeup in the school’s bathroom just as he usually does. He dedicates twenty minutes of his daily time making sure that he looks absolutely perfect, so he could bless the eyes of those who pass by to bear witness of his beauty. At least, that’s what he always tells you whenever he leaves. 

Just a bit of blush here and there to match his eye shadow, and Asmo has this proud smile on his face when he’s sure that he looks absolutely spotless. He wanted to bring you along to his little pre-class make up routines, and maybe next time he’ll hear that sweet ‘yes’ from you when he asks. Just thinking about you is making him giddy, so Asmo packed up his pouch and tried to look for you.

It didn’t take him long because as soon as he opened the bathroom door, he spotted a few students by the stairs. Asmo finds it unusual because what could be so important that he’s not the center of attention? Regardless, he’s intrigued enough to investigate the source and he’s horrified to see you down the stairs, clutching your ankle. 

If it wasn’t you, then it was Asmo’s shriek that probably drew more attention to the scene. He’s quickly running to your side and checks if you hit your pretty little face anywhere. “Darling, that must’ve been a nasty fall! I would hate it if you got any bruises anywhere on that perfect skin of yours.” Asmo whines as he helps you sit up to give you more support, wrapping an arm around your waist. 

When he did so, he heard a scoff and finally turned his attention to the top of the stairs where the two girls looked at you with disgust. He recognizes one of them from his fanclubs, a girl that often tried to get his attention. The facial expressions and body language says all he needs to know, he’s seen this look before. Someone like you being held by Asmo is a major offense to her eyes. The two demons storm off before Asmo could say anything. 

Asmo pursed his lips together in frustration before he turned to all the students crowding around you. For once, he hated this attention you’re getting and he sees how much you’re getting shaken by this. “Scram.” Asmo said with enchanted glowing eyes, watching as they all obeyed his command. He then turns to you and wraps your arm over his shoulder to hoist you up. “Come on, let’s get that treated or Lucifer will kill me!” Asmo says to try lighten the mood, though it doesn’t hide the bloodlust in his eyes. 

He doesn’t like sweating when he just retouched his makeup, but he can’t even bring himself to think about that now whenever he hears the pained whimpers from you everytime you struggle to take a step. The brother’s eventually arrive to find Asmo outside the Infirmary, scrolling through his phone. Looking closely, he’s actually stalking the profile of the demon he saw earlier and there’s a sinister smile on his face whenever he learns something new about his target. The smile was enough to creep Levi out. 

Asmo is always checking up on you when you’re at home recovering, trying to cheer you up whenever he has the chance. It’s gotten to the point he lessened his time clubbing or going to malls just so he could stay with you. “When you’re out of that cast, there will be a special bath full of rose petals with your name written all over it.” Asmo does his best to pamper you whenever he can, knowing how hard it must be to have that cast. It’s truly awful when these sorts of things have to happen to you when you both just bought some matching shoes together! He decides not to wear it yet until your foot gets better.

While you were gone, Asmo did what does best. Gossip. He started giving that other demon attention like she always wanted, whispering and suggesting things in her ear. About how that other demon, her friend, was saying disgusting things behind her back and Asmo is only telling her this to ‘look out’ for her sake. He relishes in her angered expression, knowing he now has her wrapped around his finger like a puppet and all he needed to do was sit back to watch the show.

Each day he found himself feeling excited to go to school just to see how those two would hurt each other this time. It started as something petty with his fan constantly bumping into what she used to consider as a friend, feigning ignorance whenever she’s confronted. Of course, she retaliated back until their silent arguments full of passive-aggressiveness turned into something more violent and hostile. It started from mean notes to death threats until they can’t even stand being in the same room without trying to claw out each other’s eyes. All because of Asmo’s pretty words.

There are times teachers are called to intervene because two girls began fighting in the hallways, screaming profanities while pulling at the other’s hair or horns. Whenever the drama dies down, Asmo would go back to add more fuel to the fire just to watch them burn. He tells his dedicated fan more lies just to enable that rage, spreading a rumor or two around the campus to make it sound reliable. He loves having that charm that captivates and charms, especially someone as gullible as this demon who’d listen to anything he says.

News was no longer about your recent incident, it was now about how the two demons fought so badly that they fell over the stair railings from the top floor all the way down. Given the severity of the injuries they’ve given each other from the week alone, they had no choice but to be suspended until the student council decides what to do with them. 

Of course, the brothers knew Asmo pulled the strings, seeing that smile on his face whenever the two girls would try to tear each other apart made it so obvious. Not only was it easy and entertaining, but it kept his nails clean too. It’s not like he broke a rule right? They both did this to themselves. “I can’t wait to tell my darling what happened~!” Asmo hums excitedly on his way home to you.

Beel

Lunch time is definitely Beel’s favorite part of the day (and the lunch lady's worst nightmare). He’s golfing down as much food as he could since he’s been so hungry from his last class which was Magical Potions. Whenever his hunger starts to act up, it’s already a struggle not to eat the ingredients to alleviate it, knowing his teacher would scold him just like last time when he chowed down the entire jar of shadow salamander tails. 

He’s lucky whenever you both are paired up together, since you bring him some candies to alleviate his hunger enough for him to focus again. You were his lifesaver. Just the thought of you makes Beel wonder where you were. He went ahead today because you said you needed to see Satan to discuss a project, and you were taking quite a while. He’s had food saved up for you and it’s getting harder for Beel not to eat your share, plus it’s always better when you both eat together. 

The last straw was when he saw Satan in the cafeteria and when he asked the blonde where you were, the fourth born said he couldn’t find you. Beel grabs a few snacks to keep his stomach going when he searches for you. Normally it’s hard to convince Beel to leave the cafeteria during lunch break, but you’re that important for him to abandon the heaping food on his table. He was trained as an angel to be ready for any sort of disaster, and his gut is telling him that something is definitely wrong. He only confirmed it when he was walking down the stairs and saw everything. 

Two girls were laughing and mocking the human he’s grown to love and care for, and when he found you on the bottom of the stairs after a fall, Beel was seeing red. He doesn’t hesitate to slam his fist against the wall and demand silence, because there was no way he was going to let them insult you any further. The two demons saw him and stiffened, quickly running away from the scene to avoid getting caught. The girls knew that Beel would crack their skulls open like he did to that wall if he got his hands on them.

Beel normally would’ve gone after them, but seeing how you’re struggling to get up on your own is what changed his mind and ran to you instead. He doesn’t even get to run all the way, at some point Beel jumps down the last flight of stairs just to reach you quicker. “Tell me if it hurts…” Beel whispers as he tries to help you up. You winced from the pain, and he decided to effortlessly carry you all the way to the infirmary because he would never make you limp this entire trip and deal with the ache. He’s a big demon, and lots of people find him terrifying when aggravated. And yet he’s so gentle when it comes to you.

Being a fangol player, Beel knows what it’s like to hurt yourself. He’s had Lucifer and Mammon help him back to the house after one intense match against the opposing team. The difference is that he could heal a bit more quickly compared to your fragile human body. What normally takes days for his body to regenerate could last months for you. He’s being careful when he carries you to the infirmary, holding you close like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever held and he might be right at this point when he watches the nurses patch you up.

Beel is pacing so much outside the infirmary that his twin had to calm him down before he would drill a hole in the middle of the halls, his head is thinking about all of the what-ifs. Luckily you weren’t critical, save for the sprained ankle, but there’s this guilt on his face when he looks through the window and sees your cast. Maybe he should’ve been with you when you went looking for Satan so that he would have protected you, but what’s done is done now. So he focuses on taking care of you and reminding you that you could always rely on him for help.

He brings you some of your favorite treats whenever he comes home from RAD so you both could eat together. At some point, he heard from Solomon that milk is the key for humans to have stronger bones. You tried not to laugh when Beel got a galon just for you, innocently thinking that it would’ve helped you out with your injury if you drank all of it. 

Beel is too nice for a demon, he might be the kindest of the seven brothers. But there’s been this tension around the orange haired demon whenever he’s sharing a class with the two girls that pushed you down those stairs. There's this hardly contained rage and blood lust, so a lot of students avoided mentioning what happened to you around him unless they want to get caught in the crossfire. 

Beel finds it frustrating whenever he feels that he can't do anything about this rage. Watching you limp around in crutches around the house while those girls were striding down the halls without a care, it wasn't fair. It’s taking all his willpower not to just throw them out of the window for what they did to you. He broke several pens whenever he's too angry during class that Satan had to lend him some of his own. He feels this loss of appetite now that you’re not around to share food with him, and whenever he would remember the incident he would bend the metal of his fork, shaping it effortlessly like it’s clay. It’s a matter of concern for the brothers now.

Belphie took his twin out to the gym so Beel could let his frustrations through workouts. He may have destroyed two punching bags, but it was enough to bring down that anger to a safer level now. And during all that, Beel finally confided in his twin. About how he saw those girls mock you, and this innate urge to just see them suffer but it’s impossible to do that without destroying everything in his path. He would get in a lot of trouble, and he knows that would upset you instead. 

“It’s just unfair, you know that they didn’t deserve that…” Just because he was nice doesn’t mean he wasn’t vengeful, but he’s at a loss of what he could do that wouldn’t result in another property damage bill sitting on Lucifer’s desk. Belphie can just sense how his Beel is itching for a bit of revenge, and who is he to deny what his twin wants? 

For Magical Potions, Beel had to partner up with Satan and Belphie since you’ll be absent for the time being. They had the perfect plan, all Satan needed was a good sleight of hand to drop something in their cauldron when he walks by. Given that these two love pulling pranks on Lucifer specifically, they took a page out of their book of schemes for new targets. 

Maybe his brothers forgot to consider that these two demons do not have the same kind of strength or resistance that the eldest had… or they both did this on purpose. Adding hellfire frog legs into the girl’s cauldron during Magical Potions class was actually more explosive than they expected, resulting in awful burns on their skin and hair. Beel’s priority is to take care of you everyday so he didn’t have much time to relish in this side of his that wants to wreak havoc, but he admits that seeing your bullies in pain like this is actually fun. It’s almost as satisfying as those ten stack pancakes he had two days ago… ah great, now he’s getting hungry again.

Beel is coming home to you with a box of your favorite treats. You wanted to try those new batch of sweets from Madame Scream but the brothers kept you in bed rest due to your ankle, so Beel went out of the trouble to get them for you. It took a lot of willpower not to eat a single one on the way back which deserves praise. You’ve been feeding him so many snacks during class to help him focus, this is his way of returning the favor to you. 

He doesn’t bring up what happened during potions class with the girls that pushed you, and he honestly didn’t feel the need to do so since they weren’t important as you are to him. He’s too busy trying to feed you some yummy snacks to even think about that. You only hear about what happened through his twin who was grinning from ear to ear when he recalls the boils and burnt hair. “Well, it’s their fault for not checking their cauldron. They’re not smart and careful like you.” 

Belphie

Belphie found a perfect spot to sleep around RAD where he’s sure Lucifer won’t spot him yet. It’s hidden in the school gardens, a nice secluded area with a small bench surrounded by bushes that would surely keep him out of sight. He’s been slowly putting pillows and blankets he’s brought so that it becomes a little slumber haven for him, and Belphie feels that he’s ready to show you his secret spot. He’d never tell his brothers because he wants to have at least a few minutes alone with you every weekday.

The problem with that plan is that Belphie can’t even find you. He’s already at the verge of passing out from the exhaustion of trying to keep himself awake in his search for you. Lunch in school is normally his nap time allowance, but he really did want to show you this secret hide out so that you both could enjoy it together. 

He runs into his twin who was also looking for you, so it’s better they just stuck together right? Belphie had plans to show Beel anyways once this was done with. They passed by a corner to go upstairs in case you were already in the classroom, and that’s when they both saw you at the bottom of the stairs where those two girls were laughing at you. 

Belphie didn’t know what came over him, but his body could hardly move when he saw you like that. It’s bringing him a lot of bad memories of choices he came to regret until this day, remembering the things he did to you when he threw your body down the stairs. He wanted to forget that, but seeing this whole situation is making that memory repeat in his head. Like the guilt is creeping back to him, and he froze in place not knowing what to do other than to relive the moment. 

Beel grabbed Belphie by the wrist to snap him out of the trance, reminding the youngest that you need some help. The twins came by your side, hoisting your arms over their shoulders to help you in the infirmary. The two girls were already long gone while Belphie was in a frozen state, and Beel would’ve gone after them if not for his twin and you because his family always comes first. 

The one thing that’s comforting Belphie right now is the fact that you’re still alive and breathing, though it can only do so much. He doesn’t like seeing you in pain like this, so he offers a spell so you could sleep through it while the nurse from the infirmary patches you up. He’s quiet the entire time when he watches you rest, Beel tries to talk to his twin about it but he refuses to let his problems known. It’s not like it was hard to guess, Beel can tell what’s bothering his twin but doesn’t mention it. 

Belphie has been taking naps by your side whenever possible, sleeping in your room and making sure to give you sweet dreams each time you start falling asleep. Though he himself couldn’t sleep. Each time he tries to get some shut eye with you, he ends up reliving that day when they found you at the bottom of the stairs. The way those girls mocked you was unforgivable, and he hates how it’s hitting too close to home. Whenever he wakes up, he checks on your pulse while you’re asleep and sighs in relief every time he feels your heart beat. Like it’s the only thing that can calm him down. 

By the time he woke up from his third nightmare, Belphie had enough. If he wants to feel at peace again, then he needs to get rid of the source of the problem. It wasn’t fair that you’re suffering like this, he hates seeing the empty seat next to him in class knowing that you’re supposed to be there instead of staying at home with that cast. Lucifer told him that they’ll be dealing with the matters soon, but Belphie had no intention of listening to them in the first place. 

Belphie has been gradually giving the two girls nightmares, and each night they progressively get worse. From using their phobias against them to waking up from a gorefest nightmare in the middle of the night. It costs them sleep, and Belphie thinks it’s the perfect piece of karma whenever he sees the bags under their eyes getting darker each day. Hair and clothes started to look more haphazard when there’s barely any energy to keep themselves up.

Whenever Belphie shares a class with them, he pulls a little bit of magic to make them fall asleep during class until they get into a lot of trouble. He loves doing this when there are important tests and activities so they’d miss it and fail. No amount of coffee helps keep them awake during the day while the nightmares plague their sleep. The constant fatigue and the lack of sleep is starting to get to them, and Belphie has been observing everything. Movements were more sluggish and alertness has gone below the baseline. Just exactly what Belphie was waiting for. 

It’s a simple plan that leads to the least amount of struggling and effort needed, because all it took was one shove for them to tumble out of the railings and down several flights of stairs. When they’ve finally stopped rolling against the stairs, they hear Belphie’s heavy footsteps as he walks down to their level until he’s stepping on one of them with the heel of his foot. He’d compare them to bugs, but that would be insulting to all insects.

“You know, I had a lot of plans with them that day… I don’t like it when people, even my brothers, decide to ruin them.” His love for you and spoiled attitude is what’s fueling his anger right now, so he had no qualms with pushing them down the next flight of stairs with his foot. And whenever they think it’s over, he goes down and does this again. Like kicking a pebble he’s found on the ground… all the way down to the first floor. 

There’s this satisfied look on his face as soon as he sees the two girls on the floor already at the brink of unconsciousness. He feels so much lighter now, and all he can think of is how he wants to go home to take a nap with you. He doesn’t even walk over to the side, he just steps over the two girls on his way out. 

“Oi, when are ya gonna be back?” Mammon asked nonchalantly, pretending to be focused on scrolling through his Devilgram feed and not on your response, secretly hoping you’ll say soon.

You packed up your toothbrush in a traveling case and dropped it into your overnight bag. “Tomorrow, duh. It’s just a sleepover, Mammon,” you laughed, poking his forehead just to tease him.

He jolted up from his sprawled position on your bed. “Tomorrow?! That’s too long!”

“Pfft, lol! You sound so desperate right now,” Leviathan giggles off to the side, sitting on the floor against your bed. He had been engrossed in playing Mononoke, but just like Mammon, stuck by you since you started packing.

Mammon scoffed, “Do not.”

Just to spite his younger brother, Mammon lunged over and covered up Leviathan’s screen. The purple-haired brother shrieked and tried to scoot away, but judging by the sound his phone made, he lost the round.

“You idiot! MC look what he did to me!” He cried, holding up his DDD with big red letters spelling out ‘LOSER’. “I was just about to beat the boss and unlock the diamond armor.”

“He started it,” Mammon grumbled, returning to his lounging position.

“Just admit you’ll miss MC, Mammon,” Beelzebub said, from his spot on the ground next to your legs. “I’ll miss her.”

Unlike the other two who were either too stubborn or shy to admit it, Beelzebub was proudly unapologetic in his feelings for you.

It was not like you were leaving forever but the demon brothers act as if one minute without you is a century. It was cute if you were being honest. It was nice to have all the company and love around you. Never once did you feel lonely living in the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll miss you too, Beel,” you cooed, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his cheek. You caught his face flush as he continued to munch on his chips with a pleased grin.

“H-Hey, doesn’t the Great Mammon get a kiss too?” Mammon was sitting up now, watching you eagerly. His DDD long been forgotten.

You hummed, tapping your chin, “I dunno. It depends. Are you going to miss me?”

Your lips curled into a grin as you watched Mammon struggle between admitting the truth or suppressing it to save his tough guy persona. His conflicted blue eyes darted from the ivy crawling up your bedpost to your lips. Finally, he relented and an exasperated groan fell from his lips, “Argh, fine, fine! I’ll miss ya! So, ya better come back home soon and in one piece!”

Your heart flipped hearing him say it out loud. He didn’t say how he felt about you often, but when he did it filled you with nothing but warmth.

“I’ll miss you too, Mammon.”

His eyes brightened. You cupped his cheek and leaned in slowly, watching his eyes flutter shut and wait for your lips to meet his.

“I can sense your suppressed sexual tension from the hall, Mammon,” Asmodeus’s voice announced as he threw open your bedroom door.

You jumped back from Mammon before your lips touched, hearing him mumble a curse at his brother, and watched as Asmodeus barged into the room with a neatly gift-wrapped box in his pedicured hands.

“MC,” Asmodeus sang, gliding over to you and slipping the gift into your hands, “I brought you something that’ll spice up your sleepover. Make sure the chihuahua doesn’t get into it though.”

You frowned at the nickname everyone seemed to have given Luke. Just because he was short and a little yappy didn’t mean he was a dog. “What is it?”

Before he could respond, it was Beelzebub who provided an answer with his superior sense of smell that’s able to detect anything edible. He was practically drooling when he said, “It’s chocolate.”

The Avatar of Gluttony seemed to forget about his chips and reached for the box, hoping to get a helping of its contents, but Asmodeus smacked his hand away.

“Not for you,” he chided, “they’re for MC. Feel free to share with Simeon and Solomon though.”

He winked.

“Oh, thank you, Asmo.” You looked over the inconspicuously wrapped box. There was nothing written on it to help you figure out the brand. It was just a red box with a neatly wrapped bow on top. It looked harmless, but could you really trust Asmodeus to give you just chocolates?

Asmodeus leaned into your bag and shuffled around in it.

“Sorry if this offends you, darling, but ew ,” Asmodeus cringed, pinching up a pair of pajama bottoms you had packed. “What is this ?”

You scowled, finding it hard not to be offended. You snatched the pants out of his hand and folded them back up. “My pajamas. Is there a problem?”

“There is absolutely a problem! You can’t go to a slumber party with such unsexy clothes!”

You gawked. What did he think this slumber party is going to involve? You were spending a night with angels and one of them was a child. You were planning on sleeping tonight, not getting lucky.

Asmodeus grabbed at the pants again but you refused to let go. It was futile trying to win a tug-o-war against the demon but you were stubborn.

“Come on dear, don’t be difficult. These have to go.”

“Oi, if she wants to wear that ugly thing, then let her,” Mammon butted in.

Come on, the pants weren’t that ugly!

Mammon took your side of the tug-o-war, grabbing onto the pants and helping you pull them from Asmodeus’s powerful grip.

But, apparently, two of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and your stubbornness pulling on a pair of cheap, gimmicky pants was enough to tear it in two.

“Asmo!” You held your half of the pants up, inspecting the torn seams.

“Oops,” he giggled, tossing the fabric over his shoulder. “I guess you’ll have to wear something else.”

You found it hard not to imagine he planned for this to happen.

“MC,” Satan called, suddenly appearing at your door before you got the chance to start cursing at Asmodeus for ruining your clothes. “Lucifer wants to talk to you before you go.”

You checked your DDD for the time. 6:46 PM. You were supposed to be at Purgatory Hall by seven. You really didn’t have time for this.

“The worst you’re allowed to pack are shorts!” You warmed Asmodeus, before following Satan out the door.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable!”

—

“MC! You’re finally here!” Luke jumped into your view like an excited puppy as soon as the doors were opened by Simeon.

The older angel greeted you with his usual warm and welcoming smile, “Hello, little lamb.”

You felt your face heat up at the endearing nickname he has chosen to give you. You ducked your head to hide the embarrassment evident on your face. “Hello, Simeon.”

“I trust she’ll be safe with you,” Lucifer said, pointedly looking at Simeon with his intense gaze.

“Of course, she’s safe with us!” Luke barked, crossing his arms, “It’s an angel’s job to keep humans safe. Unlike you demons who only-”

Simeon calmly put his gloved hand over Luke’s mouth, which was still trying to spew off insults at Lucifer, and chuckled, “MC will be perfectly safe with me, I promise.”

Your ears perked up at the specificity of his statement and you had no doubt he was telling the truth.

That confirmation was all Lucifer needed to feel better about leaving you there for the night and not under his protection.

“I will see you tomorrow, then,” Lucifer whispered to you, dipping down to press a parting kiss to your forehead. His hardened expression melted away for just a second as he gazed down at you. “Goodnight, my dear.”

“Goodnight, Lucifer.” You waved to the Avatar of Pride as he departed.

When you turned back to the angels, you noticed Simeon’s sullen expression, uncharacteristic for the always pleasant angel. Once he noticed your gaze, he shifted back to his usual handsome smile. You wanted to ask what was wrong, how you could help him, but Luke, eager to get the night started, grabbed your hand to pull you across the threshold into Purgatory Hall.

“Come on, MC! I already baked a whole batch of cookies to eat while we watch movies all night! There’s no way I’m falling asleep early!”

—

Luke was practically bouncing off the walls, from excitement or the sugar rush after eating seven cookies in the span of ten minutes, when you finally settled down in the living room for the movie.

He cozied up beside you, cuddling into your side like a clingy baby puppy but you could already tell he was beginning to nod off halfway through the film.

“MC.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the soft voice leaned into your ear, gloved fingers brushing gently against your shoulder. Simeon appeared behind you. The warmth of his body sent a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“Oops, did I frighten you?” He asked innocently. His hand fell away from you but the heat still lingered.

“N-Not at all.”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to change into your pajamas. You’re free to use the restroom down the hall next to Solomon’s room.”

Now that you thought of it, you hadn’t seen the suspicious sorcerer yet. Would he be joining you all for the slumber party or was this a strictly angels and you event?

“Yeah, sure that’ll be more comfortable.”

“Do you need me to show you the way?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thank you, Simeon.”

You had been to Purgatory Hall a few times for some study sessions and had gotten used to the layout by now. Plus, you’d like to drop in on Solomon just to say hello to your fellow human exchange student.

You may not have spent as much time with Solomon as you did with the demon brothers, but you did enjoy his presence. After all, powerful sorcerer or not, he was still a fellow human from the human world. On the rare occasions you did spend time with him, it was filled with chatter about human world memes and pop culture.

Before your stop at Solomon’s door, you entered the bathroom. With your backpack propped on the sink, you unzipped it and peeked inside.

To your horror, the white, lacy negligee you plucked out of the bag taunted you with its sheer fabric. You dived back into the bag, ripping out Asmodeus’s box of chocolates to find nothing else stuffed in the bag—no T-shirt, no ugly pajama pants. There was only a pair of lacy white underwear and the negligee.

You sunk to the tiled floors and resisted the urge to curse out Asmodeus for doing exactly what you said not to do. Instead of thinking about yelling at him, you pulled out your DDD and brought up his chat log.

MC : WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!!! What the hell am I supposed to do now!!!!!!

Asmo : put it on and have some fun~~ <33

“Ah, I hate you so much right now,” you whined out loud, leaning your head against the door. You could sleep in the clothes you have now but the chocolate stain Luke accidentally smeared on your shirt when he got a little too excited about showing you his cookies said otherwise.

There was a knock on the door before you could respond in all caps and tell Asmodeus what you really thought about his idea.

“MC? You in there?”

It was Solomon.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Simeon told me to let you know Luke fell asleep so he’s taking him to bed.”

You huffed—so much for staying up all night.

You heard Solomon’s footsteps begin to retreat and pushed yourself off the ground to call after him. After opening the door, you stopped him before he was too far down the hall. “Wait! Can I borrow a T-shirt?”

The sorcerer’s eyebrows rose but his expression soon melted into his usual mischievous grin. “Too excited to pack properly?”

“More like Asmo thinks it fun to meddle with my clothes.”

A knowing look crossed his face, and you wondered exactly what he knew. Had he been in this kind of predicament with Asmodeus before?

“I see. I’ll get one for you then.”

You thanked him as he departed to his room and shut the bathroom door once again. You stuffed the ‘pajamas’ back into your bag and reached for the chocolate box. A chocolate or two would calm your agitation. Though the chocolates were from Asmodeus as well; there was no telling what he had done to them. You didn’t care that much at the moment as you unboxed them and tossed a piece into your mouth.

The sweet taste was accompanied by a fruity aftertaste that almost left you feeling like you were floating and you nearly moaned. It was better than anything you’d had in a while.

Solomon was knocking again. “MC? I’ve got a shirt.”

You hardly heard, too entrapped by the chocolate to notice. You stuffed the chocolates back into your bad and opened the door to greet the handsome sorcerer extending one of his black shirts to you.

You thanked him and shut the door again to quickly change, hardly caring about the way your palms felt a little clammy as you slipped off your pants or your chest was tightening. The shirt smelt of him—surprisingly minty. Some buried part of yourself wanted to stuff your face into it and inhale deeply, to have nothing but him surround you.

When you left the bathroom, dressed in nothing but your panties and Solomon’s shirt and backpack in hand, you found the sorcerer still standing in the hall.

His eyes were quick to move to your bare legs, his shirt covering only half of your thighs, and they were slow to trail up to your eyes.

“I should… go.” You excuse yourself, even though you’d rather discover what that look in his eyes was.

“Still planning on watching the movie without Luke?”

“I think it would be better if I just went to bed.” You were starting to feel a bit warm—unusual considering this was the Devildom, a place perpetually cold.

“That’s too bad,” he lamented, “I wanted to show you a new spell I’ve been working on.”

You perked up. “Spell?”

“One word—control,” he offered, hushed like a secret meant only for you.

You looped your arm around his and dragged him towards his bedroom. His side close to yours didn’t help the heat slowly spreading through you. “Two words: Demonstration. Now,” You demanded.

His hint didn’t give you the slightest clue as to what he was talking about but you were excited nonetheless. You always found his magic fascinating to observe. Being new to the whole realm of magic and demons made you incredibly curious. You were human after all; it was in your nature to be curious.

Once you flung open his door, you were met with green vines crawling up the walls, spilling over desks, and hitting you right in the face.

“Not what I expected,” you said, moving aside the vine, to push deeper into the overtaken room. You weren’t sure what you were expecting; when he said control you were hoping for something…exciting.

You tugged at the collar of your shirt.

Exciting as in domination, holding you down, going down on-

“Just wait.”

You sat on his bed, starting at the ceiling and hoping the cool sheets would take away the heat of your skin. It was beginning to ache—ache more than just surface level irritation; it was growing between your thighs. You crossed your legs and bit your lower lip when the ache turned into a throb.

“Better be good,” you muttered. Your excitement was dwindling, being replaced by the desire to slip your hand between your thighs. When you tried taking a breath, you realized your breathing was growing ragged. Your skin felt like it was on fire, heat coursed through your body at the slightest movement.

“MC.”

You turned your head only to find Solomon’s right next to yours. You didn’t notice when he sat down. It’d be easy to lean in and kiss him and you never realized how badly you wanted to kiss him.

“Yes?” You breathed. So easy… just one kiss. Your fingers tentatively slid over the skin of your thighs, attempting to calm the heat between them.

The sorcerer watched, dragging his eyes from your hand over your body clothed in his shirt. “Everything alright?”

“No.”

He raised a brow.

“I just,” you wanted to shut your mouth, “really need you, Solomon.”

You wanted to bury yourself into the ground. Sure, the sorcerer was handsome, smart, and you definitely had a crush on him but you didn’t want to admit to it—not like this. Your face warmed, not from need but embarrassment.

His lips quirked as if he were fighting off a smile. “While I would normally never say no, especially to you, I have a feeling there’s more to this.”

You whimpered, “Please, ‘m serious.”

His hand came up to press against your cheek and you leaned into it, desperate for any contact. The need grew, demanding to be satiated.

He frowned. “You’re burning up.”

“No time to play doctor.” Your hands grabbed him to keep on your skin. “Just kiss me.”

“I’m getting Simeon.”

You groaned, not only was he trying to pull away, but he was getting an angel. It was not the time to bring in an angel when all you wanted was to be pressed into Solomon’s mattress and fucked. Though, your traitorous mind thought, you wouldn’t mind Simeon being witness.

“Be a good girl and stay,” he said, standing up.

When you refused to let go of his hand, a tendril from one of the vines slithered around your wrist and yanked you back with so much force you fell against the bed.

So that was what he meant by control.

“I said be good.” The tendril tightened around your wrist, taking hold of the other one as well and drawing your arms over your head.

He walked toward the door and the ache burned hotter, twisting you insides with every step he took further away from you.

“No, wait,” you whined and writhed, “h-hurts. It hurts.”

Concern bled onto his features. “I’ll be back.”

When he slipped from the room, the tears came. Your insides were being torn apart; the fire on your skin grew into an inferno, eating away at your flesh. You needed him back. You needed his hands on you again—to slip between your thighs and make the pain go away.

You were hyper aware of the door opening again and two men slipping into the room.

“Please,” you begged, “I’ll be good for you, swear.”

“Oh, dear,” the gentle voice of Simeon was a relief, only momentarily. Neither of them were touching you. They weren't even near you. They hovered at the end of the bed, observing as you writhed and cried.

“Swear I’ll be good,” you repeated, nearly delirious, as you tugged at your restraints. “Good, so good.”

“Was there something in the cookies?” You could hear Solomon questioning.

“No, I watched Luke make them; nothing was added that a human couldn’t consume.”

Footsteps drew near the side of the bed and your left side dipped when one of them sat. You turned your head and found Simeon; concern drew his brows together.

“Did you eat anything else besides those cookies?”

“Chocolates,” you managed to wheeze out. “Bag.”

Solomon took your backpack and searched it, pulling out the box of chocolates Asmodeus gifted you. He opened the top and sniffed the contents. “A powerful aphrodisiac,” he grimaced.

You wanted to groan but it came out as a low moan instead. Of course, Asmodeus gave you a box of chocolates laced with aphrodisiacs for your totally innocent sleepover. You couldn’t have one relaxing night away from the brothers without them causing some sort of chaos.

“Do you want us to call Lucifer?” Simeon asked, wiping away the tear tracking down your temples with his gloved thumb.

You whimpered, “no, want you.”

Shit.

Another confession down for the sweet and caring angel. You might as well confess to your crush on the demon prince and his butler while you were at it.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nodded, afraid if you opened your mouth again you would describe every explicit detail of your current thoughts.

The vines around your wrist squeezed. Solomon tsked, “Use your words.”

He snaked toward your other side and rested his hands on your exposed thigh. You spread your legs to give him permission to slip his hand between them. When you attempted to wiggle your hips down to get him closer to where you wanted him, the vines locked you in place.

You had no choice but to speak. “Yes, yes, I want you—both of you.”

“We’ll take care of you,” Solomon said. Any hesitation from before was gone. His fingers drifted higher, pushing your shirt up his path until he reached the edge of your panties. He traced the lace material. “Interesting choice.”

You almost forgot you ended up slipping on the pair of panties Asmodeus packed in your haze.

You almost choked when Solomon’s hand brushed the seam of your clothed slit.

“Don’t tease her; you need to help her quickly or the effects can turn dangerous,” Simeon instructed. He hadn’t moved from his spot, hands remained in his lap as he observed.

You could hardly understand a word they were saying that didn’t involve your pleasure. The word dangerous would’ve made you panic in your right mind but the lust building inside you made every other rational sense dull.

“You can help too,” Solomon said, looping his finger through your panties and dragging it down one agonizing inch at a time. “An angel should help humans in their times of need. And I think this is definitely a time of great need. ”

“I shouldn’t-” He faltered when he saw the slick of your arousal clinging to your underwear as Solomon finally pulled them off you. His hands clenched. Angel from Celestia or not, there was desire pooling behind his eyes.

You wanted to reach out and grab his hand, to reassure him you wanted it.

Solomon ignored the turmoil brewing within the angel and spread your thighs apart. Hungry eyes took you in. “Pretty,” he murmured as he leaned closer, warm breath blowing across your core. When you whined, he chuckled, “don’t worry I won’t tease you anymore.”

His tongue pressed flat against your cunt and he moaned from the sweet taste of you. Then the slow flicks from the tip of his tongue over your clit forced a cry from your lips as you rocked your hips into Solomon’s mouth.

“Not too loud,” Simeon said, his thumb brushing over your lip. “You’ll wake Luke.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe along the tip of his thumb, tasting only the cotton of his glove. Your teeth bit down on the fabric and when his hand pulled back the glove fell away, revealing his smooth, bare skin. You wanted to taste him, even if it was just the salt of his fingers.

You parted your lips again, wanting to beg for him, but the glove was shoved into your mouth.

“Quiet,” Simeon ordered in a tone you weren’t familiar with. Stern, demanding, and it only aroused you further.

You released a muffled moan when two of Solomon’s long, slender fingers stuffed themselves into your dripping core.

“You’re so wet. Wanna come on my fingers?” Solomon asked, almost mesmerized as his fingers slid in and out of you with ease, coating them from tip to knuckle. “Fuck—I know you do. Look at that face.”

Your eyes were too heavy to open, brows furrowed as his fingers continued to work, circling and pressing against that spot inside of you that made your back arch and fingers dig into the sheets.

“Why don’t you come on my fingers first? Then you can ride my cock like a good girl; Simeon’s too, if he’ll let you.”

Your eyes cracked open just to glance at Simeon, who was too focused on Solomon’s fingers. With Solomon’s focus on your cunt, the vines around your wrist loosened enough for your hand to creep toward the growing bulge in Simeon’s pants. Fingers over his thighs and just about brushing against him, he caught your hand and laced it in his.

“Just be good and he’ll give you what you need.”

You knew he was holding back. The look in his eyes said more, hungered for you. His fingers untangled from yours and began to trace up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then he shifted from his spot on the bed and lifted you slightly just so he could slip beneath your head. Your head rested on his thigh. His hand pulled the shirt higher, thumb lightly brushing beneath your breast.

“Focus on him,” Simeon instructed.

“Yeah,” Solomon grunted. His other hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your gaze to fall back to him. “Watch me.”

His fingers continued working you up and up. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as the burning ache of the aphrodisiac was replaced by a new ache for release. You rocked your hips as your breaths grew stuttered.

“That's it,” Solomon murmured, thumb brushing over your sensitive clit. “You’re doing so good.”

The stimulation on your clit along with Simeon’s hand brushing over your pert nipple was enough for you to tip over the edge. You let out a cry around Simeon’s glove when you finally came. Your thighs tensed around Solomon’s hand and your back arched while your hips rode out your high.

“Good girl,” Simeon said, petting your sweat matted hair and he pulled the glove from your mouth. Your pants filled the room. When your breathing evened out he asked, “how are you feeling?”

You swallowed, mouth feeling too dry to speak. The pain was gone; you were relieved. But, something still lingered—desire. You wanted them—closer, deeper .

“I… still need more.”

Hands caressed your sides and helped you sit up. You came face to face with Solomon, who wore a hungry smile on his face.

“Don’t worry; I wasn’t done.”

He maneuvered himself against the headboard of his bed and manhandled you onto his lap. He slipped off his dark turtleneck, exposing his pale chest and sculpted stomach.

You felt his erection press against your core and you couldn’t help but clench, eager to have him inside you.

“Go ahead.” Solomon nodded. “Take what you want.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands reached for the buckle and freed him from his pants easily. You bit down on your lip when you saw his cock, leaking with precum. You wanted a taste, but it’d have to wait—you needed him desperately.

You rose onto your knees, angled him against your opening, and sank. Falling deeper and deeper into a warm enveloping pleasure, you took him easily.

Solomon let out a breathless curse in your ear once you took all of him. His hand found your hips and down to the curve of your ass. “Fuck, you feel good. Now, come on. Ride me.”

You lifted yourself off his cock slowly, savoring the drag of his length sliding through your slick walls, before throwing yourself back down. You moaned, dragging your hands from his stomach to his shoulders to give yourself support as you rode him.

You jolted when another set of hands moved down your side.

“Simeon,” you moaned.

One of his hands trailed your waist, slipping over the curve of your stomach where he could press against the shape of Solomon’s cock inside you, and the other caressed your breasts. His hand moved lower, brushing over your sensitive clit and toyed with it until you were crying his name.

A quick swat on your ass had you yelping.

Solomon tsked, “It’s almost like you’re forgetting who’s cock is in you.”

He took over, thrusting into you with a faster pace than you had set, hitting a spot in you that made the coil in your stomach tighten.

You whimpered, burying your head into his neck, “ngh, ‘m close.”

“Me too.” Solomon’s thrusts were growing stuttered as your cunt continued to clench around him. “Come on; come with me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you came again, your hips half their movement as you let your orgasm ride through you. Solomon wasn’t far behind; after a few more thrusts, he came inside you with a drawn out moan.

You lay limply against his chest, catching your breath.

“Let’s clean you up.”

You were lifted off of Solomon, wincing when you slid off with a wet pop and felt the mix of your releases dripping from you.

Simeon was quick to get you cleaned up in your haze, cleaning between your legs with a damp towel and drying away any sweat.

By the time you came back to your senses, you were being tucked into Solomon’s bed.

“Wait.” You frowned. “What about you?”

Simeon smiled; he pressed an all too sweet lingering kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry about me. You just need to rest.”

Your frown only deepened. You wanted to argue, but your eyelids felt too heavy. Sleep called, almost like a spell had been put over you.

“Good night, my little lamb.”

—

When Lucifer arrived the next morning, expecting to walk you back home after a restful slumber party with the angels, he nearly flew into a rage upon learning you were— ahem —rendered immobile from the night before. It took a few words of reassurance from you to quell his fury, but it was soon directed towards Asmo when he learned about the chocolates.