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the way he held you was gentler, as though he were afraid you’d slip away if he loosened his grip. even his kisses had lost their usual certainty, replaced by something that felt almost desperate. and when he whispered your name, the sound carried an emotion you’d never heard from him before.

he felt like an open book yesterday, one you could read easily if you wanted to. however, you were tired of this guessing game.

you wished to hear something from him—anything, that would prove you’re not just imagining things.

and from the looks of it, your wish heard you, as you had woken up because of your doorbell ringing.

you lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling as the rain pattered against the windows and beat softly on the roof, creating a rhythm that had lulled you to sleep in the first place.

another ringing followed.

you sighed, rubbing your face with one hand before swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

when you opened the door, it was what you least expected to see.

“lohen?”

you let him in.

he was standing on your doorstep completely drenched, rainwater dripping from his hair and sleeves until he looked like a wet bunny.

okay, you wished for this, right? to see him again? you thought it was too soon right after yesterday, but you weren’t cruel enough to leave him shivering in the rain.

“what are you, five?” you scolded, tossing a spare towel in his direction. “why were you running around in the rain?”

he caught it clumsily, blinking at you through rain-soaked bangs that clung to his forehead. you folded your arms, trying your best to look annoyed instead of concerned.

“go take a shower,” you said, jerking your head toward the bathroom.

“you care about me?” he asked, a smug little smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“i don’t.” you shot back a little to quickly. “just answer the question.”

a chuckle escaped him, low enough you almost missed it. “i don’t have to tell you everything,” he said, tilting his head ever so slightly. “remember?”

you fell silent. the weight of his words settled over you, and suddenly you felt foolish—much more than you had earlier.

you shouldn’t have asked.

you knew the rules were there from the very beginning. they’d been laid out plainly: have an intimate relationship with someone without feeling attachment to them.

and you’d been foolish enough to believe you were becoming someone special to him.

you’d promised yourself you could handle it. so why did hearing him remind you of the rules make your chest ache like this?

your thoughts were beginning to swallow you whole, but before they could spill onto your face, you forced yourself to step back.

“I’ll get you a glass of water,” you murmured, avoiding his gaze entirely. you didn’t wait for a response. you slipped past him and headed for the kitchen, pretending to busy yourself with filling the glass with water while your mind replayed every word that had just passed between you.

lohen’s eyes followed you all the way to the kitchen doorway. only after you disappeared into the kitchen did the weight of his own words settle in.

he could see it in the way your shoulders had stiffened, in how you refused to meet his gaze, in the hurried excuse you made to put distance between the two of you.

he considered calling after you for a moment. but he didn’t. with a sigh, he turned and headed for the bathroom, and spent a good amount of time thinking about what happened then decided to just brush it off.

when he was done showering, you were already sitting on your bed, watching on the tv in front of you. you were cradling the bunny plushie he gave you months ago on your lap.

he caught himself smiling at the sight and quickly masked it. he walked towards you and sat beside you.

“hey..”

you set the bunny plushie aside, turned off the tv, and looked at him. “can you be honest with me, lohen?”

he looked at you, for a moment he saw that you were puzzled. “we’re fuck buddies. so, why are you here again, in my house, drenched in rain?” you continued, wanting to make sense of all this. you wanted to know what all this meant to him.

is he just here to fuck you? or did he want something else? you were too tired to figure it out yourself.

“just wanted to see you.”

“why? you saw me last night.”

“i just want to.“

“you’re not being fair here, lohen. you were the one who told me that we’re only allowed to see each other if we wanted to fuck.”

you continued when he fell silent, “is that why you’re here? to fuck me?”

“no..”

“then what is it, lohen? tell me.”

“i’ll get going.”

he rose from the bed without a word. before he could take another step, your fingers found his hand, wrapping around it with surprising urgency.

he stopped. slowly, he looked back at you.

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t have to.

the expression on your face said it all.

don’t go.

for what felt like a long time, neither of you moved. the silence between you was thick with everything left unsaid, your grip trembling just enough to betray what your voice never could.

and that only made him want to leave.

“i’ll see you next time.”

days turned into weeks, and you still haven’t heard from him.

it was a tiring day at the office today—calls to be answered, dates to be scheduled, paperworks to be completed, and a few meetings here and there—it was heavy work.

“(name)! aren’t you coming to the get together?”

you looked up to see your boss patiently waiting for you to answer her. she approached you when she saw you were already about to leave the office.

“uhmm.. is it alright if i refused this time?”

you told yourself that once you’re off the clock, you’ll go straight home and order take out. just to treat yourself with the way you were working so hard these past few weeks.

your boss frowned but sighed then nodded, “i understand. you take care, alright? we’ll see you tomorrow.”

you smiled when she squeezed you in a hug. she has always been nice, and you thanked her for that.

not seeing lohen for weeks had a strange effect on you.

at first, it hurt.

then, the ache dulled until it was replaced by detachment. you stopped waiting for his messages. stopped reading into every word he said or every glance he gave.

you learned the hard way that when it came to lohen, the safest thing you could do was expect nothing at all.

it was easier that way. if you never took him seriously, he could never truly break your heart.

the weather outside from your bedroom window was so nice. it wasn’t too hot not too cold, it was just right. and you felt your stomach doing somersaults when a message popped up.

﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿‏

: you’re not coming here?

no : (name)

: why not?

don’t want to : (name)

seen

﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿‏

: still awake?

what do you want, lohen? : (name)

it’s almost 1 AM : (name)

: need to see you, bun :(

don’t you have jenny? : (name)

: she’s not you

: i want you

come over : (name)

: omw :)

﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿‏

: you missed me that bad, huh?

i don’t : (name)

: mhm yeah

: like you weren’t wetter than water

says the guy who texted at 1 AM : (name)

: it’s because i missed you

you didn’t text me for weeks : (name)

: i was busy

you mean busy with jenny? : (name)

: im not fucking her if that’s what you’re saying

and the sky is green : (name)

: what?

oh i thought we were both telling lies : (name)

: im not lying, (name)

yeah okay : (name)

: why won’t you believe me?

good night : (name)

seen

﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿‏

: can’t i say hi?

they don’t know about us, lohen : (name)

i don’t want people to think we’re friends : (name)

: haha why not?

: but liam can say hi anytime?

don’t text me at work : (name)

﴾ 읽다 . 𝐿 ﴿‏

: what time are you getting out?

i have plans : (name)

: like what?

dinner : (name)

: then let’s eat together

people will see us : (name)

: let them see

no : (name)

: come on, pretty ;(

: is that final?

: not even just a quickie? ;(

: (name)

: stop ignoring my messages

﹫ ꒰ 16lohens ꒱ 𖣂 masterlist.

MAMMON likes your back, especially that dip above your hips where he usually puts his hand when guiding you through spaces.

But behind closed doors, it's actually because everytime he sees your back, it reminds him of times when it's filled with bite marks and hickeys, and how whenever your back hurts, nine times out of ten it's because of his dick.

LEVIATHAN likes your hands. He loves how warm they are compared to his cold ones. It reminds him you're there. How you caress his face when you kiss him and how you pet his hair.

But sometimes, it's because he likes seeing the way his cum is pooling on your palms after you jerked him off for the nth time that night, “F-Fuck...! I'm sorry, I came T-Too fast again... Here, let me clean your hands—oh... Y-You don't have to lick it...”

SATAN likes your cunt though and he's not shy about it. Sometimes, people would ask him what's his favorite part of you and he will just smile and say, “The part only I know. A hint? Hmm... It's always dripping.”

He seriously likes it, for a gentleman, he's quiet fast to get down on his knees as soon as he saw you bent over. In fact, his favorite hobby might just be eating you from behind.

ASMODEUS likes every part of you. “My favorite part? Hmm... I like every part of my love. You don't really get to think about what's your favorite when you like everything.” He says when asked.

But really? It's because there's no part of you the avatar of lust can't fuck. There's nothing not hot about you, there's nothing about you that doesn't make him horny and there's nothing about you that doesn't make him think of bending you over right then and there and breeding you.

BEELZEBUB likes your stomach. It doesn't matter if it's flat or chubby or bloated. It doesn't matter. What matters is that he can hug you from behind while squeezing the life out of your body. What can he say, the teddy bear got his own teddy bear.

And what really matters is how hot you look when you're getting pounded every night. The way he would wrap his hands around your tummy, the way you can't escape from his grasps is what matters.

BELPHEGOR likes your thighs because, “It's where I sleep. I have my pillow? Yeah, so what? I have a lover too.” is his reason, and honestly, it's because when he sleeps in your thighs, you can't move, can't talk to other people but him. Hitting two birds with one stone he says.

Though behind closed doors, it's because when he eats you out and your thighs lock around his head brings him unparalleled arousal, it gets better when he has to separate them apart and you can't stop him.

DIAVOLO likes your nails! He pays for them specifically, it doesn't matter whether it's acrylic or natural, he likes seeing you use your hand and remind him that he spends money on you.

Though, he keeps them long. That's his only rule when paying for your nails. It stops you from fucking yourself and it causes visible marks all over his body when he fucks you raw and impales you on his dick. That's why he works out on his back, so you have a larger space to scratch.

BARBATOS likes your ass. Though when asked about it, he tends to just smile and say that his answer is private or rather not work appropriate.

It's because it's one of the only places he can leave his mark on, he especially likes it when his hand print is plastered all across it, also when you can't sit down because of it. Guess you'll just have to show up to his room late at night to ask him to apply ointment, but we all know it's going to end up with even more handprint.

SIMEON likes your face. He thinks it's angelic and he makes sure you know it but showering you with kisses every waking moments beside him. He treasures you deeply. That's for every morning.

Every night, kisses is not what covers your face but rather his cum. When he sits at the edge of his bed and you kneel between his thighs as you stroke his cock until his cum drips all over your face is another reason why he likes it.

SOLOMON likes that space between your cunt and your thighs but he couldn't say it in public now can he? So instead he just laughs it off and says it's your thick, warm heart.

He found out about it accidentally. When you were punishing him and not letting him fuck your tiny hole, you decided to put his dirty cock between your thighs right and he came in an instant. There's just something about seeing how deep his cock goes that makes him cum

MEPHISTOPHELES likes your legs. He respects both women and men and would never in his life oggle them. But somehow when it comes to you, he just can't help but stare down and watch when you wear something tight.

His breaking point was this one party where you wore heels and tight bottoms and he just had to have you, even if it means hurting your ankles because of how hard he's been plowing you.

RAPHAEL is innocent, it takes him some time to answer so you answered it for him. “It's obviously my tits.” and he was flabbergasted, snapping his head to your direction with a questioning look, “It's because it's the closest to my heart.” You added. He believed it, though he's still suspicious.

You noticed it when he was fucking you, he never likes to hit it from the back, you asked him why once and he answered with a breathless “I don't know... D-Don't know...” while he sucks your nipples. You sure do know though.

THIRTEEN likes her tits but she likes your tits better. And she's not afraid to say it, “My favorite part hmm?” she will then grab your tits through your clothes, “These are the best! Sad to say you'll never feel them~”

Oh, but he wasn’t prepared for this.

For someone who has lived for millennia, who has witnessed countless things, who has forged pacts with demons beyond number, he never imagined he could feel weak and vulnerable around anyone.

Around you.

You were everything he loved about humanity. So brave, so bold. You placed beings who would outlive you threefold above yourself without hesitation. You were fragile, sensitive. You could live among demons, yes, but Solomon knew how scared you must be.

He needed to protect you.

You were so warm. So human.

Your voice and your smile were the cracks forming in his soul. You opened that long-forgotten reliquary where his heart had slept, and you treated it gently.

His heart began to beat again; trembling, fragile… human.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so lost, so unsure of what to do. You brought a spark back into his life, a thrill as though every moment beside you were an adventure.

Now, you’re everywhere. Every corner he turns, there’s some trace of you that fills his chest with that warmth only you can bring.

He wants to take you away from that house, spend more time with you. He doesn’t blame the brothers for wanting your attention; you’re magnificent. Everyone feels safe around you.

But please… look at him.

His heart beats in his hands, ready to be offered to you as his final act of humanity.

Please, take care of it.

You were cruel without knowing it. How could your laughter disarm him so easily? How could a single glance remind him of who he once was, before he became what he is now? Human.

He aches, with every part of his being, to stay by your side. To look into the depths of your eyes and lose himself in that spark he so deeply admires.

But you don’t know how soulless eternity can be. He doesn’t want to imagine a day without you, a day where he is the reason for your pain.

He’s afraid.

Afraid that he can’t protect you from time itself. He knows it won’t stop for you… or for him.

He doesn’t want to entangle his soul with something mortal. He doesn’t want to love knowing it will hurt, that he will lose you.

And yet, now that you’re in his arms, he refuses to let go. The warmth of your body, breathing, alive, makes him tremble, makes him forget every promise he ever made.

Let him kiss you. Let him trace your face with his hands, feel the softness of your hair. Let him memorize every moment of your existence.