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brie-is-cheesy · 2 months ago

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Obey me! Secret Santa for @maskedshinigami under the cut

Pairing(s): Poly! Obey me! × reader

Word count: 7455 or 7.4k words

You had been baking cookies at the House of Lamentation when suddenly, your D.D.D. began to vibrate violently. Without sparing so much as a glance at the screen, you hastily wiped your dough-covered hands on the pastel red, green, and white striped apron you were wearing and pressed ‘accept.’

“Hello?” you asked.

“Oi, human, what took ya so long to pick up, huh?” questioned Mammon. You simply sighed.

“I’m making cookies,” you gestured vaguely with one hand even though he couldn’t see you. “Do you want me to keep some aside for you before Beel inhales them all?” you snorted.

“W-what? You’d do that for me? Erm, I mean, of course you’d wanna win the favor of The Great Mammon. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, human, I’ll eat ‘em, just ‘cause ya asked so nicely,” he corrected.

You had to stifle your laughter the whole time he was fumbling. “If you called to ask for money again, I’ll hang up.”

“Hey! Have some faith in me, will ya?” he cried, and you could just imagine him with an offended look on his face and a hand placed dramatically over his heart. “Lucifer wanted me to tell ya ‘bout the Christmas ball at the Demon Lord’s castle tonight. It starts at eight o’clock sharp.”

“Again? I swear, he thinks I have the memory of a goldfish with how often he reminds me about things,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, well, I gotta go Christmas shopping with Levi. Later.” He cut the call.

Did he seriously just hang up on me? you thought.

Whatever. You knew he’d wait till the last second to buy gifts and then just end up getting everyone autographed photos of himself. He’s a lot like Asmo in that sense. As for Leviathan, he was cooped up in his room since the beginning of the holidays, so that explains that.

You cleaned up the kitchen as fast as you could and headed to your room for a change of clothes as you were sure an oversized hoodie wasn’t going to cut it for a royal ball.

As you stood in front of your open closet, you still couldn’t believe that you were here in literal hell and happier than you ever remembered feeling. This was something you couldn’t imagine even in your wildest dreams, and yet, it was your reality. How lucky were you to have been the singular human who was chosen as an exchange student? And that too out of the eight billion other potential candidates?

You shook your head, going back to focusing on picking an outfit you deemed appropriate. Hmm, what to wear? Ugh. You ran a hand through your hair. Why is it that even with a closet full of clothes, you can’t seem to find anything to wear? Suddenly, there’s a knock at your door. You shut your closet and open the door.

“MC, I need to borrow your hairbrush right now!” exclaimed Asmodeus, pushing past you and making his way to your bathroom.

“Okay? Don’t you have your own?” you questioned, slowly walking over to where he stood, busy untangling his hair with your limited-edition Ruri Hana hairbrush Leviathan got you for your birthday.

“Mammon pawned my diamond-encrusted hairbrush off behind my back! Can you believe it?” he turned to you, pouting.

“The one you got custom-made?” you asked, eyes widening in disbelief.

“Yes. It even had my name engraved on the back. What a scumbag!” he continued aggressively brushing his hair.

“Did you tell Lucifer?” you asked him, and it was like a light bulb had gone off above his head.

“MC, you’re a genius! I love you!” he gasped, pulling you into a bone-crushing embrace.

“Uh, not that I don’t love this, but you’re kinda smushing me, Asmo,” you squirmed in his firm grasp, but he just squeezed you harder, refusing to let go. Eventually, he pulled away and rushed out of your room with such speed that you had to do a double take.

Okay, now where was I? you thought, going back to your closet to solve the dilemma that is picking out what to wear.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally decided on something burgundy, with dark brown shoes. You also added gold jewelry, both to go well with the Christmas theme and with your demon prince boyfriend. It was fancy enough for a ball but not enough so as to seem overly tacky.

You picked up your hairbrush—yes, the Ruri Hana one—and detangled your hair gently. Or at least, you tried to be gentle, but moving on. You decided on a formal hairdo, keeping things neat and relatively simple.

Suddenly, you heard a ‘ding.’ The cookies. You subconsciously licked your lips at the thought. You rushed to the kitchen and made a beeline toward the oven, grabbing an oven mitt while doing so. Upon opening it, you realized your cookies had not burned. You let out a sigh of relief.

You took the cookie tray from the oven and placed it on the counter space. Putting the oven mitt back in place, you decided to leave the cookies to cool a bit and promptly left the kitchen. As you turned the corner toward your room, you bumped into someone’s chest.

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you apologized without looking up.

“It’s quite alright,” said a voice you instantly recognized, a voice you knew all too well. You turned around and gasped. Damn, you gasp a lot. It’s not that shocking; get over it. Just kidding, you’re allowed to do whatever you want, but I digress.

“Solomon!” you exclaimed, a smile making its way onto your lips.

Solomon let out a surprised noise as you jumped on him. You circled your arms around his neck, bringing your lips to his. His hands snaked around your waist, lifting you up, and you both stayed like that for quite a bit. Even after pulling away, his hands stayed in place on your waist, and you rested the palms of your hands on his chest.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your excitement evident in your voice. “Aren’t you supposed to be finding some ingredients in the human world?”

“It took a lot less time than I initially anticipated, and I wanted to spend the holidays with my darling partner. Is that a crime?” he raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner.

“Shut up. You know I don’t mean it like that.” You swatted his chest lightly, finally pulling away.

Now that he had a chance to properly look at you, at what you were wearing, he couldn't help but stare. And all he could say was—

“Wow.” His eyes roamed up and down your figure. He was admiring you.

You shuffled awkwardly in place. “Stop buttering me up.” You huffed.

“I mean it,” he said, grabbing your wrists and pulling you closer. “You look amazing.”

“Well, enough about me,” you blushed. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Oh,” he looked down at himself to see his usual clothes.

“Yeah, ‘oh’. You’d better get changed or Asmo won’t let you live it down. You’re lucky he’s preoccupied with his hair right now.” You stated.

“Right. Well, I suppose I’ll see you at the ball then?” he inquired.

“I’ll save you a dance.” You winked. He smiled at you and muttered an incantation. And with that, he was gone, leaving you to stand in the empty hallway, contemplating what to do with the time you had till evening, which was when you were to leave for the castle. Well, picked up by a certain angel boyfriend of yours, but who’s keeping track?

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. You walked briskly to the door, but before you could reach it, it opened, and with such force that it nearly came off its hinges. There stood Lucifer, looking as proud as ever. Seriously, he was basically preening like a damn peacock, and an extremely gorgeous one at that. You could only assume it had something to do with Diavolo. Even though his presence was unexpected, it was certainly not unwelcome.

“Lucifer? What are you doing here?” you asked, pleasantly surprised.

“I am here to take you to the castle,” he said, already turning around and walking in the direction of where you presumed his car was parked.

You followed him, having to walk faster than you otherwise would in order to match the pace set by his larger steps. Curse him and his long legs.

“I thought Simeon and Luke were going to pick me up?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Lord Diavolo has requested your earlier presence. He requires your skills in a matter of utmost importance,” he explained, opening the passenger side door for you. Ah, there it is. So you were right, that look on his face was caused by Diavolo.

As you sat in your seat, and Lucifer made his way to his side, you noticed something in the rear-view mirror.

“Is that Belphegor’s pillow?” you couldn’t help but murmur as you slowly turned around to further inspect it.

“Oh my—Belphie?!” you exclaimed in shock at the unexpected sight of the youngest brother fast asleep in the eldermost’s backseat.

“Belphie, you should wake up now. And fix your hair. I don’t want any further embarrassment in front of Lord Diavolo than is already ensured to be caused by Mammon,” he chided, and started the car.

Belphegor slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He began doing as his brother said.

“Speaking of Mammon, did Asmo tell you what he did yet?” you asked him out of curiosity.

“What did that idiot do now?” Belphegor piped up, eager to hear what trouble his elder brother was causing.

“I simply do not possess the bandwidth to deal with whatever it is he did right now.” Lucifer rubbed his forehead with one hand.

“I’ll let Asmo tell you himself then.” you turned your attention to the road.

“Hey, no fair. I wanna know what he did.” Belphegor pouted.

You both proceeded to ignore him, which caused him to slump in his seat with his arms crossed.

The sky was dark as always, and you turned your head slightly to look at Lucifer, who was driving perfectly. If you didn’t know better, you’d mistake him for a robot.

It was a miracle Asmodeus hadn’t told him what Mammon had done. You were sure he wouldn’t have been as calm as he was now if he did know. Maybe this was for the better. Actually, scratch that–it definitely was.

The moon shone through the windows, the light falling on his face gently, making him look like an angel. You admired the contrast of his raven hair against his pale skin, his sharp features, and especially his jawline. You swore it was sharp enough to cut diamonds. Yeah, you were basically swooning.

Your trance was broken by Belphie, who planted a chaste kiss on your cheek, wanting you to shift your attention to him. You turned around as much as you could in your seat.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked, intertwining your hand with his.

“I did. I dreamt of you, you know.” He answered, squeezing your hand.

“Huh. And what exactly was I doing?” you asked him, your curiosity piqued.

“Well, we were on a date,” he said, his gaze shifting down towards your linked hands.

“Oh?” you questioned, tilting your head to the left.

“And then, I um, kissed you.” He brought his free hand up to cover his mouth.

“Like this?” You leaned forward slightly and pressed your lips to his, ever so gently.

You kissed him slowly, full of care, as if you were afraid he’d fall apart like a porcelain doll, only pulling away once you felt a hand rest on your thigh. It was Lucifer’s.

“Have you already forgotten what I told you two earlier? MC, we’re about to reach the castle, so you’d better turn back around,” he said, all the while keeping his eyes fixed on the road. You noticed the slight tightness in his jaw, though.

“Aw, there’s no need to be jealous, Lucifer. You know I love you,” you couldn’t help but tease him, resting your hand on top of his.

“What ever put that idea in your head?” he denied, but you saw the small smile tugging at his lips, which he tried desperately to conceal.

“Hm, nothing in particular,” you mused with a smile of your own.

It was little D. No. 3 who opened the main gate of the castle and let you in. You got out of the car, thanking Barbatos for opening the door for you, and taking his arm as he led the three of you inside.

As soon as he saw you, Diavolo pulled you into his arms. He hugged you tightly but was still extremely careful not to hurt you on accident.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too, love.” You hugged him back with just as much fervor.

It had been a while since you both last saw each other. He was busy preparing for the ball, preventing you two from meeting as frequently as you would have preferred. Nevertheless, you were here now, with him, and that’s all that mattered.

He reluctantly pulled away as Barbatos reminded him he still needed to give his opinion on a few finishing touches that were required.

“You should go rest in my room,” he told you.

“I want to spend more time with you,” you pouted, wanting to tag along with him.

“The young prince has matters to attend to as of now, MC. I will try my best to resolve them with him as fast as possible,” Barbatos assured you, taking your hand in his gloved one.

“I will be back before you know it,” Diavolo piped up upon seeing the dejected look in your eyes.

“Alright.” You relented. Barbatos squeezed your hand in a comforting manner. “I’ll see you later then.”

Lucifer, who was going to be accompanying Diavolo and Barbatos, gave you a small wave, which you happily returned with a smile on your face. You were led to Diavolo’s chambers by little D. No. 5, while Belphegor was led to a guest room by No. 7. When you entered, your gaze lingered on the seating area a few feet from his bed. The table was low, circular, and polished with intricate carvings of Devildom symbols. It was placed atop a plush, deep red rug, which had a gold border.

What made you look was the fact that there was the most beautiful teapot you had ever seen placed right in the middle of the table, not a single millimeter to the right or left. Though, you didn’t understand why someone, probably one of the Little D.s, felt the need to make it perfectly centered.

There were also several desserts stacked carefully on a tiered tray. They looked almost too good to eat, not that that was going to stop you from eating them later; the food in the Devildom was simply scrumptious.

As you diverted your attention, what stuck out to you in the expanse of red and gold was the note that rested on Diavolo’s dark wooden bedside table, tucked halfway under the expensive lamp that rested upon it. The paper was soft to the touch and a deep red, containing a message written in neat handwriting.

‘Dear MC,

Please enjoy the tea while you wait. I shall return as soon as possible.

Yours,

Diavolo’

You felt your heart beat a little faster as you read it. He was so thoughtful it made you want to hold him in your arms and never let go. *He’s too sweet,* you thought.

You sat down on his bed, tracing the writing with your finger. You looked around his room, which you were aware had been decorated to match your boyfriend’s royal taste.

You saw something peeking out from behind his red decorative pillow, stashed haphazardly between the soft demon goose-feather pillows. It seemed to be gift wrap, a beautiful light blue, with several snowmen, a pair of demon-like horns protruding through the black hats that rested atop each of their heads, scattered across the wrapping paper. Was he wrapping his gifts himself?

You felt warmth blooming in your chest at the thought of him taking the time to do something like that, what with his busy schedule as the crown prince of the Devildom, especially at this time of the year.

Right, you shake your head, you should probably call Simeon and let him know he needn’t stop by the House of Lamentation, seeing as you were already here at the Demon Lord’s castle.

You picked up your D.D.D. and opened the phone application. Scrolling down until you saw his contact, you pressed on his profile and waited for it to connect.

You let it ring until it eventually got sent to voicemail. Huh, that’s strange. He usually answers your calls at around the second ring, and he always calls back if he sees a missed call, all the more if it’s from you. You wonder if he’s getting ready now; it’s a bit early, but you were all dressed up even a few hours from now, so you can’t say much.

You decide to call Luke instead, to leave a message, yes, but it was mainly due to the worry that Simeon not picking up had caused you. Now, you weren’t paranoid in the slightest, but this was very much out of character for Simeon, so naturally, you couldn’t help but want to make sure everything was alright, even though it probably was.

“Oh, MC, hello!” The younger angel picked up your call immediately.

“Hi, Luke,” you began.

“I heard Simeon’s D.D.D. ringing just now, and I just knew it had to be you. I was right, wasn’t I? He’s getting ready for tonight in his room right now,” he interrupted.

“Yeah, you were right,” you cracked a smile at his antics. “Could you let him know that I’m already at the castle? So he doesn’t need to bother with picking me up today?” you said.

“Don’t say that! It isn’t troublesome at all. In fact, I personally think he seems to enjoy getting the opportunity to spend extra time with you more than he’s willing to admit,” he reassured.

“Thanks,” you said, a smile still on your lips. “I appreciate you telling me that. I’ll be sure to keep it in mind.”

“Of course! Alright, I’ll see you tonight then. Bye, MC!” he said.

“Bye, Luke, see you,” you said, just as he hung up on you.

You sighed. Getting up from Diavolo’s bed, and let’s be honest, stretching out your limbs, you made your way to the gold and light and dark brown vertical striped sofa. Sitting down on the brown velvet armchair just opposite, you slowly poured yourself a nice cup of hell dust tea, courtesy of Barbatos. How in the three realms it managed to stay hot all this time was beyond your comprehension. Actually, now that you think about it, it’s probably just magic.

Taking a sip, you closed your eyes and relaxed. Huh, it’s sweeter than the last time he made it for me… you thought.

After drinking the tea, you decided to pass the time playing on your D.D.D., but that got boring pretty quickly. You exited the room, your D.D.D. left on the table, and walked to the royal library, hoping to read some books you’d find interesting.

You entered, pushing open the heavy wooden door. All of a sudden, you collided with something, or rather someone, which was how you ended up on the ground. A hand appeared in front of you, which connected to an arm, which connected to Satan... who was wearing green kitty-ear headphones.

Ookay, moving on. You took his hand, and he promptly pulled you up with a surprising amount of strength, considering he spent most of his time reading and interacting with stray cats.

“Hey,” you started.

“Hi,” he said, still holding your hand.

“Thanks for, uh, helping me up,” you said, shifting your eyes to the side because the awkwardness was engulfing you like Cerberus with his food.

“It’s no problem. Be careful next time,” he began.

“Alright, I will,” you said, meeting his eyes.

“You could have gotten hurt,” he frowned, cupping your cheek with one hand. His other hand was carrying the books he must have just checked out.

“I promise I will be super careful, ‘kay?” you brushed one of his blonde locks from his forehead.

“Okay,” he said, his gaze softening.

You smiled.

“Here,” he slipped his hand from yours, picked out a book from the large pile in his arms, and handed it to you. “I thought you’d like this. It’s your favorite genre.”

“Aw, thank you, Darling,” you looked at the cover. “I’d been meaning to read this for a while now, but I couldn’t seem to find it anywhere.”

“I know, I heard you mention it to Beel during dinner last night,” he said, giving you the smile that he reserved only for your eyes.

“Satan! Were you eavesdropping?” You gasped dramatically.

“Perhaps,” he admitted.

“That’s bad manners, you know,” you scolded him lightly, but he knew it was all in good fun.

“And talking while eating isn’t?” he quipped.

“I’ll have you know I chew what’s in my mouth before opening it,” you retaliated.

“Yes, unlike a certain someone we both are acquainted with,” he said playfully.

You both erupted in quiet laughter at that.

“QUIET!” yelled Little D. No. 4, who was in charge of maintaining the royal library.

You both stifled your laughter as you left the library, separating and heading back to your respective rooms, with him still wearing the kitty-ear headphones you didn’t dare comment on, and in your case, to Diavolo’s chambers.

You were not prepared for what you just saw. The last thing you were expecting as you entered Diavolo’s room to continue waiting for him to come back was Diavolo himself, much less his abs, which looked absolutely impeccable, by the war.

You could see water droplets rolling down and off them and dripping onto the floor, telling you he had just finished taking a bath.

Had he come back earlier or had it really been that long? If so, why didn’t you realise the passage of time? I guess time flies when you’re having fun. Speaking of fun, his

Had he come back earlier or had it really been that long? If so, why didn’t you realise the passage of time? I guess time flies when you’re having fun.

These are all thoughts you would have had, had you not been preoccupied with something that held far more importance to you, shamelessly ogling Diavolo.

Time passes quickly, and while you were busy staring at your shirtless boyfriend, he had already made his way to you, clad only in his slacks.

He approached you, and reached his hand out to close the door behind you while you finally managed to tear your eyes away from his heavenly body. Or should you day hellish since he technically is a demon? Actually, scrap that. You definitely shouldn’t. Even if he was the prince of hell, he was truly divine. Wiser words have not been said.

As it turns out, all your boyfriends have a way of catching you off-guard. There are uncountable incidents, this being one of them. Your heart seems to know this as it races. You, on the other hand, are pressed flush against the demon princes chiseled chest, frozen in place as you struggle to grasp how you ended up in this position.

You’re happy, filled with warmth as you finally come to your senses and wrap your arms around him. He seems contented with you reciprocating his affections. He kisses the top of your head, and you both stay like that for a while.

The only reason you pulled away was someone clearing their throat behind you. You turned around to see who it was that had caused the interruption.

“What is it Barbatos?” said Diavolo, but his expression told you he wanted to continue holding you in his arms.

You’re surprised he didn’t whine seeing as he looked like a sad little puppy. The only thing stopping you from petting him was the fact that he was still not wearing a shirt.

“I apologize for the disturbance but you need to be getting dressed for the ball young master.” stated Barbatos.

“Can’t I just go like this?” he whined. Ah, there it is. So you were right. How come you’re always right?

“That will not be possible, no.” he said with a close-eyed smile but you didn’t miss the irk mark forming on his forehead.

“Uhm, don’t worry Barbs,” you said, ushering him out before Diavolo inevitably got himself in trouble, “I’ll make sure he’s ready.”

“MC, I appreciate the gesture but I need to be sure the prince is dressed appropriately for tonight.”

“Come on Barbatos, have some faith in me will you? Don’t you trust me?” you persuaded.

“You know I do.” he finally relented, letting out a small sigh. “Alright then, I’ll leave this to you MC.”

“I won’t let you down.” you replied cheekily.

He sent you a small smile as he closed the door to Diavolo’s room, leaving you two alone. Not even two seconds passed and Diavolo was all over you.

His lips were hot on yours, his hands roaming up and down your side. You placed your own hands on his biceps.

Though, just as his tongue entered your mouth, you came to your senses, gave his arms a light squeeze and slowly pulled away He let out a small whine at that.

“As much as I’m enjoying this, I meant what I said earlier, you know.” you told him.

“I can just change the time the ball starts, though.” he pouted, his hands resting on your waist.

“Definitely do not do that.” you snorted, “Come on, you just have to wear what Barbatos picked out for you okay? For me?”

“Okay..” he gave in at last, reluctantly pulling himself away from you.

He walked toward his bed where a neatly placed outfit was laid out carefully so as not to cause even a single wrinkle to his perfectly smoothed out bedsheets.

While Diavolo started getting changed, your D.D.D. rang. You made your way to the couch, picking up your D.D.D. which you had placed on the table before your impromptu trip to the royal library. You noticed it was a quarter to eight. Only fifteen minutes left, you thought.

“Hello?” you said, bringing the D.D.D. closer to yourself so you could hear whoever was calling you better.

“MC! Where are you? I went to look for you in your room but you weren’t there.” said Leviathan in a worried tone.

“I’m at the Demon Lord’s castle don’t worry.” you reassured him.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you that they’re making ‘I Found Out that I’m Actually Half-demon and Went Out in Search of my Demon Father to Learn More About My Heritage but Accidently Ended Up Seducing an Archangel Who Fell and Became A Demon Because of Me so Now Family Nights Are REALLY Awkward.’ into an anime! Also, why can I smell cookies?”

“That’s great Levi! And uh, I made cookies, I set them on the kitchen counter to cool off before I left.” you explained.

“I’m in the kitchen now. They look really good.” he told you in awe.

“Heh, thanks. You can have some if you’d like. If you don’t mind, could you put them somewhere Beel wouldn’t look? I want everyone to share them.” you requested.

“I understand. I will protect them with my life.” he stated.

“I appreciate the enthusiasm but it’s really not that serious.” you sweatdropped.

“LOL are you kidding? Are we talking about the same Beel?” he laughed.

“I guess you’re right. Thanks, Levi.” you chuckled.

“For you? Anytime MC. I’ll see you tonight, then?” he said softly.

“Yeah, I love you.” you smiled gently.

“I-I-Iloveyoutoo.” he blurted and hung up, causing you to erupt in laughter.

“What is it?” asked Diavolo, walking over to where you were seated on his couch.

“Nothing, just Levi being Levi.” you brushed it off.

“So, how do I look?” he questioned.

You stood up and finally looked at what he was now wearing, and once you did, boy was it hard to bring your eyes back to meet his. It’s not your fault for boyfriend’s a total snack. More like a whole damn meal, if you ask me.

He was clad in an outfit that made him look otherworldly, ...which you suppose he already was but moving on. He wore a sheer black button-up shirt with black slacks and boots adorned with gold detailing.

His belt was gold with a black buckle. A luxurious coat with light gray fur and a gold trim and embroidery was draped delicately across his broad shoulders. It was burgundy, matching both his hair colour, and with you.

“You are gorgeous.” you stated as if it were a universal truth, all the while the blush on your face was a shade as fiercely red as your boyfriends hair.

“Thank you MC. You flatter me.” he said sporting a smile and a blush of his own.

“It’s true.” you brought your hand to his cheek and caressed it softly.

He leaned into your touch and just going off of the look he had on his face alongwith the contended sigh he let out, you could swear he would start purring any second.

You were interrupted once again. Though this time, the perpetrator had the decency to atleast knock before entering. You both parted, sitting down on opposite sides of the couch.

“Come in.” said Diavolo, using the specific tone of voice he reserved for when he had to address his subjects, and the door opened.

“The nobles have all arrived, young master. You and MC should head downstairs.” informed Barbatos.

“Alright. Shall we, MC?” Diavolo responded, standing up and extending his arm for you to take, which you promptly did as you too rose to your feet.

“We shall.” you said in a joking manner.

Once you reached the entrance to the ballroom, you stood there arm in his while you both were being announced.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Yeah but I’m excited too so it cancels out.” you joked.

He let out a laugh and just then the doors opened, Barbatos signalling for you two to start walking. As you stepped inside the ballroom, you kept your gaze in front of you, your head held high.

Despite the several pairs of inhuman eyes raking across your form, you managed to shove down your anxiety and plaster a polite smile on your face. You both parted as Diavolo made his way to the center to give a speech, as princes so often do.

You looked around, Asmo was chatting animatedly with Satan and Solomon, Lucifer was at Diavolo’s side, Levi and Mammon were talking to a few nobles and Beel was over by the snacks and drinks, stuffing his face while Belphie was leaning on him inconspicuously.

If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was asleep, but even he didn’t want to be at the recieving end of one of Lucifer’s lectures on Christmas eve. Then, you spotted Simeon standing near one of the countless marble pillars and walked ever so gracefully towards the dark-haired angel.

“MC.” he greeted, bringing your hand to his lips.

“Simeon,” you blushed, “I called you earlier.”

“Yes, Luke had informed me.” he told you.

“Ah, good. N-not that I thought he wouldn’t. It’s just that it wasn’t really that important and he might’ve forgotten so I was worried that you’d go through all the trouble of going to the house of lamentation to pick me up and I wouldn’t be there and you would’ve wasted your time and-” you rambled.

“It seems you have been spending a lot of time with Leviathan.” he stopped you with a chuckle.

“Yeah, sorry, Levi’s influenced me way too much.” you laughed.

“MC,” said Simeon.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“You aren’t a bother, not to me.” he stated.

“Oh, um, so I take it Luke told you that as well?” you winced.

“Yes, and as a matter of fact, I can’t think of one instance with you in which I felt anything short of love and admiration towards you.” he said with a self-assuring nod.

“Thank you Simeon, that means a lot to me.” you admitted as he brought his hand up to cradle your face gently.

“Of course, it is my duty as your boyfriend to ensure you know how much I love you. You could never bother me.” he planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

You gave him a smile which he returned. He pulled his hand away and took a small step back as you saw Diavolo walking towards you both after finishing giving a welcoming speech.

“Hi.” you greeted.

“Hello.” he replied.

“That was a great speech, did you have Barbatos write it?” you teased.

“How dare you MC. I would never do that,” he gave you a look of disbelief which almost had you convinced but you just knew him too well to fall for it.

“Mhm.” you hummed skeptically.

“I had Lucifer write it.” he stated proudly. You burst into laughter.

“You’re making fun of me.” he pouted.

“Aww no darling,” you took his hands in yours, “i know how busy your schedule can get, and I’m sure Lucifer didn’t mind at all. In fact, he probably felt honoured that you’d trust him not to tarnish your reputation.”

“I do. I’d trust him with my life.” he declared.

“Me too,” you squeezed his hands, “with my life I mean.”

He squeezed your hands right back. Then, he turned to face Simeon,“you don’t mind if I steal them away for a bit, do you?”

“They’re all yours.” Simeon bowed his head slightly, and walked towards where Luke was chatting animatedly with Solomon.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “MC.”

“Yes?” you said.

“Would you, uhm” you raised an eyebrow as the usually confident demon prince stumbled over his words.

“What is it Diavolo?” you urged.

“Would you like to join me on the dancefloor?” he asked.

“You’re asking me to dance with you?” you questioned.

“Yes.” said Diavolo, face tinged a light pink.

“Alright.” you agreed with a small nod.

He led you towards the other dancing couples, placing a hand on your waist and claiming one of yours in his own larger one. Your free hand rested on his upper arm.

You two swayed along to the best of the slow waltz music. Gliding from one corner of the ballroom to another. Seriously, you felt like Cinderella, only your clothes wouldn’t disappear by midnight.

Your attention is brought back by an utterly absurd sight.

“Is that-” started Diavolo.

“Lucifer and Satan-” you continued.

“dancing together?!” you both finished simultaneously, your voices betraying your incredulity.

“Are we dead?” you question.

“No, but if we don’t act soon, we might be.” he said grimly.

“What?” you asked.

“Look closely.” he told you.

“Damn, Satan’s holding Lucifer’s hand as if he wants to crush it.” you observed.

Diavolo gave you a pointed look.

“Oh. Oh. Right. I get Satan you handle our boyfriend, okay? Okay.” you said and marched upto the two brothers.

“Okay- wait, our?!” he blushed and following hurriedly after you.

Satan’s eyes widened when you pulled him away from his older brother and into a waltz, but softened as they met yours.

“MC. What happened?” he asked.

“That’s what I should be asking, Satan. So tell me, what happened? I thought you were over your grudge against Lucifer.” your eyes desperately searched his, looking for answers in their emerald hues.

“I know. I thought so as well. I suppose I can’t make millennia of hatred just up and vanish whenever I feel fit. My apologies, MC.” he hung his head in shame.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I understand how you feel darling. These things take time, and Lucifer knows that. He knows you’re trying, and that’s all that really matters, isn’t it?” you lifted his chin with your hand.

“I will try even harder from now on. No, I will ensure that this does not happen again.” he solemnly nodded, a determined look in his green eyes.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you smiled, “but I need you to know that Lucifer won’t ever hold these moments of weakness against you, he loves you.”

“Thank you.” Satan managed to mutter, lowering his head again, tears brimming his eyes, threatening to roll down his porcelain cheeks.

“Of course.” you said sympathetically, heart clenching at the sight before you.

You then saw Mammon walking towards you.

“H-hey MC, come dance with The Great Mammon will ya?” he asked while blushing.

“Mammon.” you nodded towards Satan.

“You should go MC. I think- I think I’ll be okay.” said demon interjected.

“Oh, I just remembered, I gotta check on the shadow races. Sorry MC guess we’ll have to do this some other time, you understand.” he patted you on the back and briskly walked away.

“What a prick,”Satan sneered,“and an idiot too. He of all people should know there’s no shadow races around this time of the year. It’s far too dark here for their survival so they migrate to the human world.”

“I’m sure he had a good reason.” you felt warmth bloom in your chest at how much the avatar of greed cared for his brothers.

“Maybe, but it’s Mammon so what can you expect.” he dismissed.

Meanwhile, the second-born who was eavesdropping from a distance sighed in relief that his younger brother in his emotional haze hadn’t managed to connect the dots.

You sent him a wink alongwith a gratuitous smile, which caused him to become all flustered and turn away from you.

The music then came to a stop and so did you and Satan. You both bowed, and went your seperate ways, but not before you planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

You walked over to a table where Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor were sitting, and took the seat Beel pulled out for you.

“Thanks.” you smiled at him.

“No problem. Oh, by the way, your cookies were great.” he gave you a thumbs up.

“Were they?”

You wondered where Leviathan was though. Did he fail in protecting the cookies after all? Not that you were expecting much, I mean it was an otaku shut-in versus hungry six-pack(see what I did there?*wink wink*).

Suddenly, you felt a trap on your shoulder. Speak of the devil, quite literally in your case, and he shall appear. There stood a very sheepish looking Levi standing behind you which was kind of ironic considering you used to literally be a sheep, for a while atleast.

“Hey there Levi.” you said.

“M-MC I’M SO SORRY I COULDN’T SAVE THEM” he yelled, bowing ninety degrees.

“It’s fine! It was just cookies! You don’t have to bow! Seriously!” you panicked, waving your hands around haphazardly.

“But you made them yourself..” He slowly stood up straight again.

“And I can make them again. Don’t worry, Levi.” you reassured him.

“Wahh! You’re so nice MC! I thought for sure I was going to get chewed out tonight.” he breathed.

“You shouldn’t be so quick to forgive you know?” Asmodeus tsked.

“He’s right.” Belphegor added.

“Oh shush. Need I remind you it is due to this very quirk of mine that the consequences of your actions have worked out in your favour multiple times? Sit with us Levi,” you placed a hand on the back of Leviathan’s thigh, just above his knee and he immediately tensed up.

“Okay.” he said quietly, but he was grateful you weren’t mad at him for failing the cookies he had sworn to protect with his life.

“Fries?” you offered, raising one in his general direction.

“No, thank you.” he smiled, glad you seemed tension-free for once.

It wasn’t your fault, really. Living with the seven avatars of hell with the added bonus of Solomon’s shenanigans does that to a person. Hear, hear. you thought. Wait, what?

“I’ll take it!” Beelzebub piped as he swallowed the fry whole, but not without licking your fingers clean.

“Oh, um thank you?” you chuckled lightly in slight amusement.

“You’re welcome!” he chirped, happy to help. Oh, Beel.

“Do you wanna head to my room MC? We can binge TLS tonight!” he said, literal stars shining in his eyes.

“I apologize,” Solomon who seemingly appeared out of nowhere interjected, “but I fear I shall have to whisk MC away now.”

“No.” Leviathan grabbed you by your clothes, fabric bunching up in his grip.

“I’m sorry Levi. I’ll come see you first thing in the morning okay?” you promised.

“Fine.. goodnight.” he said getting up and releasing you, albeit reluctantly.

“Goodnight.” you pecked his cheek.

You took Solomon’s extended arm and let him lead you to where the others previously dancing were slowly dispersing. Leviathan stood as still as a statue beside the table, steam rising from his cheeks and a hand hovering over the spot you had graced with your soft lips.

No matter how many times you’d done that, and more, he got just as flustered each time, and you in turn were just as entertained. You turned your attention to Solomon as he placed his hand on your hip, in turn placing your hand on his upper arm.

With his free hand, he held your own ever so gently, not unlike how one would handle a delicate flower so as not to damage the soft petals. The tenderness with which he held you made you feel as if you were the fine china that your mother would seldom take out personified.

You both swayed along with the music, dancing slowly and just enjoying each other's company. You found yourself lost in his beautiful blue eyes, the brown in them making it feel as though you were viewing a gorgeously calm riverbed.

The simple act of gazing at him provided you with some much-needed serenity in your otherwise tumultuous life. You loved your boyfriends, but sometimes, all you needed was the company of another human.

The companionship of another human filled you with peace—the familiarity in the way he looked at you, the way he talked to you, how just listening to his heartbeat soothed your weary self. You were truly, utterly grateful to have Solomon in your life.

“I love you,” you spoke.

His eyes softened. And as the music came to a stop, so did you. He leaned his head onto your shoulder, both hands holding your hips.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

His lips brushing against your neck, his words sending a shiver down your spine, were enough to make you place your hand on his chin and bring him into a searing kiss—the kind that always left you weak in the knees, your heart racing, cheeks flushed.

His lips met yours over and over again, each kiss a declaration of his undying love for you. You entangled your free hand in his hair, and he broke the kiss. You brought the hand on his chin down to his neck.

He was the same as you, his pulse as fast as yours, chests rising and falling in an attempt to catch your breath, smiles forming.

“Thank you,” he said.

“I should be the one saying that,” you smiled.

He shook his head and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“We should head upstairs,” he told you and took your hand in his.

“Let’s go.” You nodded lightly.

After countless ‘goodnights’ had been exchanged with everyone, you and Solomon headed to your room in the castle. As you walked, footsteps echoing in the quiet, empty hallways, a comfortable silence washed over the two of you.

It felt like being wrapped in a fluffy blanket—cozy and warm and satisfied beyond your wildest imaginations. And as you fell asleep in each other’s arms, all droopy eyes and tired smiles, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

A/n: This is so late even Kakashi said ✨nope✨

I hope you enjoyed it! And I’m super sorry for taking so long😭

I wanna thank you and @douxkise again for organizing this secret santa, it was a lot of fun!🩷🩷

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bunnypansy · 1 year ago

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The Perfect Fit

Rated R for EXPLICIT CONTENT!

You're new to the Devildom and you'd love some positive attention from Lucifer- you suppose now is your best chance to get it, but you might be in over your head.

Featuring: Lucifer, and you! Beware! This film contains: cis!male!reader, lightly dubious consent, erotic asphyxiation, worship kink (reader acknowledges Lucifer as god in a few parts), Lucifer has a poorly hidden praise kink, facefucking, semi-public sex, light degradation (Lucifer calls reader a slut/whore a couple times), use of "good boy", light orgasm denial, mirror sex, begging, hair pulling, no condoms, Lucifer is overall a meanie, erhm it gets kinda messy even though I didn't mean to whoops

Lucifer doesn't use the lord's name anymore- but God, you were testing his patience.

This trip was fully necessary, you'd been dragged to the Devildom in an instant, left with no time to pack and you couldn't wear your uniform all the time. Lucifer usually would've employed another one of his brothers for this task, as a shopping trip with a human was a bit beneath him, but Asmodeus was busy, and the rest were generally unruly.

He wasn't sure why you had to show him everything you tried on, but he was sure that it was making him feel things he'd rather not. The Devildom was hot, yes, but fucking hell; could you wear anything else?

The tight hug of tiny shorts around your thighs, the expanse of your skin visible beneath an all-too-small crop top, the dangerous swish of a skirt, the urge to lift it higher- no. No. About 20 minutes ago, he asked you to "dress more respectably", and now he was starting to regret it.

The end begins when you peek out of the dressing room, to make a small request of Lucifer; a zipper is giving you trouble. Lucifer has half a mind to tell you to "put it back then", but for some idiotic reason, he follows you into the small stall. The door shuts behind him with a sense of finality.

"It's here, on the back." You turn your back to him, a funny thing to do when in such close proximity to a demon. He follows your hands and finds a small zipper at the waistline, tucked slightly beneath your fingers, an invisible one- the kind that always gets stuck. "Can you just pull it closed for me?"

Lucifer assumes this will be an easy task, giving you a little nod in response. He pinched the zipper between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled the zipper up- or tried to, anyway. The zipper stays firmly in place.

"You've really gotten yourself stuck, hm?" You watch Lucifer through the mirror in front of you, his lips pressing into a firm line.

"Mm, yeah I guess…" It would've been nice to impress him with your more refined clothing choices, you'd like his approval, but this zipper seemed to be ruining things for you.

Lucifer's grip shifted and your breath hitched, a hand moving to your hip and squeezing tightly. "Hold still."

You suppress a shudder as his breath ghosts across your skin, only responding to his command with a quick nod. Lucifer's fingers bear down, squishing the flesh of your hips until they find the points of bone beneath.

The tightness of the shorts is felt far before you recognize the sound of the zipper fastening shut. The black fabric squeezes around your waist and thighs with unforgiving firmness, the fat around your hips puffing out around the hems. You instinctually yearn to rip them off, but Lucifer's hands don't leave your hips.

Here, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, Lucifer finally got a good look at your outfit. A white chiffon blouse, the fabric beautiful against your skin, the black bow draping over your chest matching perfectly with the shorts you'd tucked the blouse into.

"This is better." A finger slips under the waistband of your shorts, pinned against your skin. A disapproving hum rises in his throat. "A bit tight."

Under statement of the century, the shorts might as well be strangling you. Your throat is dry now, you lick your lips and try to force out words. "Yeah, I think they're a little too small."

Lucifer disagrees. The fabric pulls tight around your body, the high waist riding up high enough that he gets a peek at your ass and gives him a near-perfect imprint of your bulge. Hands slowly stroke your sides, up and down, from your ribcage to your hips; you and Lucifer are holding eye contact through the mirror.

Slowly, painfully, you watch while Lucifer's hand brushes its way down the front of your body. His hand lands on the soft swell in your pants, and you draw in a sharp breath. Surely, he won't do it- right? Lucifer, the refined, prideful man, would never grope a lowly human such as yourself.

"How does it feel?" Your thoughts come to an abrupt halt when Lucifer’s voice rumbles in your ear.

"How does-" You begin to turn, to look back to Lucifer and beg the question that burns you, but he squeezes your growing hard-on and you fall still with a strained gasp.

He reiterates the question, trying to burrow through the thickening fog of your brain.

“How do the shorts feel?” Lucifer’s long fingers wiggle beneath the hemline of your shorts and briefs, smoothing over the skin of your tummy. It’s hard to think while he’s drawing circles on your skin, the soft leather of his gloves fueling the heat between your legs.

“They, uh,” you swallow hard, “they feel good.” A strangled whimper spills from your throat when one of Lucifer’s hands encircles the base of your cock, his touch so faint it’s tantalizing.

“How good?” His is velvet-smooth in your ear, breath hot against your skin.

This was a terrible idea, the dressing rooms aren’t noise absorbent and Lucifer is a man of high status, it’s best if you both put this idea out of your minds. Logically, you both know better than to go on.

“Lucifer, we shouldn’t be doing this-” Your hand slaps itself over your mouth on instinct, muffling the dangerously loud whine that ripped from your throat; the demon had squeezed your shaft so tightly that it ached.

You can’t help but squirm when Lucifer lets out a disappointed sigh next to your ear, his hands sliding from your shorts. “That’s not what I asked.”

Your head spins as Lucifer shoves you up against the dressing room mirror, his hand on the back of your head and forcing your cheek into the cold glass. The popping of stitches is so loud that it feels like a gun has gone off in your ears, you flinch all the same when Lucifer unceremoniously tears off your shorts.

“Now, let’s try again,” Lucifer discarded his glove in a heartbeat, and the sensitive nerves of your precum-slicked dick are exposed to the demon’s calloused skin. “Tell me how good it feels.”

Now, it’s not a question, Lucifer has given you a demand, spurred on by the quick and rough way he strokes your cock. Your body craves his touch, arching and bucking into Lucifer’s hand almost wildly with a chorus of pitiful whimpers. “Good- oh, f- good! It feels so-”

Lucifer abruptly stuffs his leather glove into your mouth with a scoff of disgust- you realize it tastes of the precum you leaked all over his hand.

“You’re too fucking noisy,” His stroking hand slowed to a near halt, squeezing so tightly around the tip of your cock that you wail into the glove between your teeth, pre dripping down your shaft and onto the dingey carpet in thick globs. “Are you trying to get caught? Do you know what will happen to you if Lord Diavolo hears of this?”

“A demon of such high ranking, like myself, having intimate relations with the human exchange? A much weaker,” the rough skin of Lucifer’s thumb brushes over your slit and you groan at the sting, tears gathering on your lash line, “more vulnerable creature.”

“A scandal like this would take a terrible toll on my standing.” He takes care to trace over the veins of your length, seemingly lost in thought and paying little mind towards your pathetic cries. “We’d have to get rid of you, of course.”

Blood stills in your veins; how painfully vague of him. Your attempts to argue are quickly dismissed, Lucifer only stuffs the glove further into your mouth with a condescending coo.

“Hush, hush, no talking.” He pats your thigh comfortingly, like trying to quiet an anxious pet. “Perhaps my brothers could find some use for you before you’re discarded…”

Lucifer hums in thought, trailing his hand over your balls, then back towards your ass. Precum-slicked fingers draw tight circles over your rim, pausing to just barely press inside you and watch you squirm back against him. “Or maybe, we’d get to keep you.”

The suggestion has you beyond delighted, grinding back onto Lucifer’s hand with a moan and a trembling grin as he finally forces two fingers into your tight ass. “You’d look good in a cage, don’t you think?”

You’re in no position to disagree, bracing yourself against the mirror as you rock into the thrusts of Lucifer’s hand urgently. You need a little more, just a little more and you can cum. Your moans grow higher and higher in pitch- you’re not being subtle in the slightest. Your cock is twitching and throbbing vigorously, the rough tips of Lucifer’s fingers scraping against your insides only worsening the heat in your tummy.

Your moans are beginning to sound more like sobs, turning utterly incoherent as you finally, finally- there’s a slick pop as Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving you dazed and needy. At last, you let the glove fall from between your teeth, turning back to plead with Lucifer but scarcely getting a whimper out before he grabs you by the cheeks.

“You’re such a mess,” he laughs, actually laughs into your hot, tear-stained face. and drags you to the ground, leaving scuffs on your knees. “What makes you think you’ve earned the right to cum? What have you done for me?”

Lucifer’s hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, forcing your face into the tent in his pants. “If you do well, I’ll consider letting you cum, how’s that?”

You can feel the warmth of his erection on your cheek, your own cock spasming in response. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t help but nuzzle against his bulge, eager to get it out of his pants and inside you. Your clumsy hands make quick work of the buttons and zipper on his slacks, freeing his cock in a matter of seconds- you don’t even need instructions before you take the head of his dick in your mouth, sucking away the pre that had gathered at Lucifer’s tip. The taste is tangy, salty, and beckons you to take Lucifer’s cock further into your mouth.

The promise of an orgasm makes you work hard; bobbing along Lucifer’s length, tracing your tongue over the veins on his length, squelching obscenely as you suck away at him. A hand tangles in your hair, pushing the stray tufts away from your face and tilting your head to stare up at Lucifer. You’re helpless to do anything but watch as he slides his hand to the back of your head, slowly pushing you to sleeve the rest of his cock into your throat. For a moment, you struggle against Lucifer’s grip, throat constricting around his dick as you attempt not to choke.

“Don’t struggle,” Lucifer warns, pressing your nose against the short hairs at his pelvis more firmly when you don’t listen. “Don’t.”

Finally, you go lax against him, tongue lolling out to lick at Lucifer’s sac while you go on attempting to slurp at his dick. Hesitantly, as if waiting for you to fight him once more, Lucifer pumps his hips against your face with a satisfied sigh. “Good boy, good boy; you’re doing perfect.”

You can feel the ridges and veins of his cock sliding over your tongue and scraping the inside of your throat. It aches but you don't move, you're too drunk on his praise to even consider it.

He starts with a slow in-and-out pump, reassurance that you're not going to choke on his dick, before his grip shifts yet again. The hand once positioned in your hair slides down to your neck, Lucifer's wide palm covering the column of your throat with ease, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on either side–he's getting a firm grip. You panic on the first sharp thrust into your mouth, hands smacking at Lucifer's thighs frantically while you gag and retch around his length, but he hardly seems to notice.

The demon is utterly lost in his own pleasure, his head tilted back in hitched sighs as he fucks your throat with the same mindless ferocity as a toy. Wet gargles fill the small dressing room as you desperately attempt to get a single breath, fingers curled in the fabric of Lucifer's pants. Air, you need air, you can't get a proper breath in with Lucifer's dick filling your throat. The corners of your vision are starting to go dark, your head fuzzy, your lungs are beginning to burn.

Only when you're sure that Lucifer is going to let you suffocate does he pull you off his cock, thick webs of saliva stuck to his tip and your lips. You gasp and cough wetly, the lightheadedness fading with each new inhale.

"Up on your feet." The command comes and you nearly sob, nothing sounds more impossible to you than standing.

With deer legs, you stumble into something resembling a standing position, still huffing and whimpering weakly.

"Hands against the mirror, now." Lucifer motions with a hand for you to turn around and stand against the mirror and like an obedient bitch, you do so.

Mostly, you're leaning on the mirror, chest pressed up against the glass and hips tilted back for Lucifer, you're too exhausted to do much else.

"No, not like that." Lucifer sighs in annoyance, grasping you by the hips and pulling you back until you're bent over at the waist, only your palms flat against the mirror.

The moments of silence between his words left you trembling with anticipation, sweaty palms leaving sticky prints on the mirror. A fingertip traces a trail of fire down your spine, before smoothing flat against the small of your back, steadying you as the tip of Lucifer's cock squishes up against your rim. You expect him to push forward, to finally fuck you like you need- but he waits, the head of his dick pressed to your entrance, with no sign of moving. Your impatience grows, cock leaking precum over your thighs, slickening your skin as you rub them together.

"Lucifer…?" With a small rock back, you whine of his name, trying to coax him into fucking you.

He only pulls his hips back, drawing a pitiful noise from your throat. "Beg. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your words catch in your throat, shame keeping you quiet. When Lucifer's hand strikes your thigh, you have to bite your lip to muffle a yelp.

"I could leave you here; a dripping, needy, slut." His words are a cruel hiss, forcing tears to well in your eyes. "Just beg, tell me how badly you want me inside of you, or you get nothing."

Still, your jaw is firmly closed, far too ashamed to say anything- until Lucifer begins to pull away.

"No! No, no, please," the threat becomes real and you panic, bracing one arm against the mirror and using your free hand to spread yourself open for him. "Please Lucifer, I want you so bad, I need you…"

Every word is a whisper, still afraid of getting caught, but too worked up to possibly go without Lucifer's cock now. A self-satisfied smile spreads across Lucifer's face as he retakes his place behind you.

"So you can beg, what an obedient whore." The tip of Lucifer's dick taps against your hole, before he slowly slides past your rim with a low groan. "Fuck… are you this tight for everyone, or am I special?"

"Jus- just you…" You barely manage to murmur back, but Lucifer is beyond pleased with your answer, finally driving cock to the hilt with a low groan- you are a perfect fit for his cock.

Now he sets his pace, something steady and forceful that fucks the thoughts from your head on every inward stroke, the walls of the dressing room one hard thrust away from trembling beneath your weight. With every pull back, the head of Lucifer's dick drags over your prostate, your legs twitching and quivering in sensitivity- it's taking everything in you to stay quiet, but that's not what Lucifer wants.

"Talk- come on, talk for me, pretty boy, tell me how good you feel." With that gasping command your mouth falls open and a flood of praise rolls out.

"You feel so good, thank you, fuck, thank you- harder, please-" Any thought of silence is lost in the haze of lust, pleading for Lucifer to go harder, to go faster, for more, more, more.

Lucifer throws his head back with an unrestrained groan, slamming his hips against yours with unprecedented speed and force, tearing moans from your chest with ease.

"Oh God-" Lucifer grips your hair tightly to cut off your cry, his tone turning furious.

"Don't you-" he loses his words in a slew of curses for a moment. "-don't you ever call for anyone else, fuck, I am your god, understand?"

The moment he asks, you nod- but that's not enough. The hold on your hair tightens, and Lucifer pulls your head back, forcing you to face your reflection in the glass; covered in your own spit and tears, the thin white fabric of your blouse turned sheer from sweat.

"Say it." Lucifer's voice drops to a dangerous hiss, his free hand moving to stroke the length of your dick in time with his thrusts.

You let out a wail the moment he touches you, a fresh stream of tears welling up and rolling down your cheeks.

"You! You're m-my God!" It's slurred and sobbed, but at this moment, you mean your words completely.

Abruptly, Lucifer pulls you back against his chest by the scalp, then locks his arm around your neck, constricting your airways.

"Who?" Lucifer presses on, prompting another answer from you.

Even though your voice is strained through his tight grip, you call out for him, an obedient worshipper. "Lucifer!"

He lets out a shuddering sigh of pleasure. "Again."

"Lucifer!" You answer, and his pace falters for a moment.

"Again, louder." He commands once more, and you follow.

"Lucifer!" His hips pump into you even faster, and your cock is beginning to throb erratically, you're so close.

"Louder!" Lucifer's voice pounds through your skull, you think this must be madness.

"Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer!" At last, your orgasm hits you all at once with an ear-splitting scream, every muscle in your body drawing taut within Lucifer's hold.

You arch against him, legs kicking at his shins as Lucifer holds you up by nothing but his arm around your throat, your cum splattering against the fitting room mirror. With all your tightening and convulsing, Lucifer's orgasm isn't far behind, his thrusts have turned irregular and unsteady- but you're struggling for breath, clawing his prim black dress shirt in desperation.

At last, you feel hot cum flood your insides in tandem with Lucifer's shuddering groan, and a heartbeat later, he lets you go. You crumple beneath your weight, letting his cock slip free from your ass as you fall forward against the mirror. You can't help but see yourself- rather, the mess you've become. Heaving and panting, your face glistening with saliva, tears, and snot, strands of your cum caught in your hair and smeared over your skin from where you hit the mirror.

"Well, then." Lucifer is already tucking his dick back into his pants, retrieving his discarded gloves from the floor. "Get up, we've been here long enough."

Tongue heavy in your mouth, you can barely even form the words to protest. "I… I can't…"

A firm hand grasps your upper arm and yanks you up to your feet. Feeling Lucifer's cum ooze from your ass, you can't help but shiver- a few drops hit your calves and soak into your boxers, still looped around your ankles.

Lucifer huffs out a disappointed mutter when you sag against him, then guides you to wrap your arms around his neck. Luckily, Lucifer helps you redress yourself, pulling your boxers back up, then stuffing you back into your uniform dress pants- however, you're left in the sweat-stained blouse.

Lips press against your ear, a whispered threat. "You're going to walk by yourself. If you stumble or don't keep up, I will whip you bloody- understand?"

There's nothing you can do but nod. You've given yourself to Lucifer completely, mind, body, and soul- and a worshipper does not deny the requests of his god.

That will be all for today's showing folks, as always, thank you for viewing!

This was made based on a prompt I submitted to @akunya in uhhh... checks watch oh god February. I didn't mean to take this long. I started writing half of this several months ago, then I opened it this morning and suddenly blasted through the rest in like 5 hours. Possessed by the spirit of horny I guess...

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