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3 with Diavolo

stanmammon:

Diavolo: 

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

You had assumed the pudding was only influencing the demons around you and yet…

“Kiss me.”

Diavolo had been unable to resist you a single second longer when you were pressed up next to him, sitting on his bed with your eyes locked with his. He had always known you to be bold but to be that forward with your feelings made him completely unable to deny his own in the moment. Your body had fit perfectly against his and as he ravished you, digging his teeth in your skin hard enough to leave marks but not enough to bleed, all he could think about was how long he had waited to do this. How he had dreamt about the pleasure coursing through both of your veins as you joined together as one and gave in to your most base desires. The night had come and gone too quickly for his liking but he wasn’t in his right mind, knowing if he had been, he would’ve gladly taken it slow so he could memorize the details of your body.

The next morning when he awoke beside you he was filled with a sense of dread, arm draped across your stomach as you continued to sleep peacefully. Barbatos had yet to interrupt and he suspected it was because the dedicated demon knew exactly what had happened the night before, allowing Diavolo to save some face before he was confronted with it. When you stirred from your sleep he’s momentarily distracted from his thoughts by how cute you looked when you yawned, stretching your arms high above your head before your eyes fully opened and glanced over at your bed partner.

“Waking up next to Lord Diavolo? How scandalous,” Your first words are teasing, knowing you would never speak ill of Diavolo or say something that would potentially land him in hot water, “You’re lucky I’m so amicable. I won’t tell a soul about what happened last night.”

“I still feel a bit guilty for not restraining myself…” Diavolo sighed as he finally rose from bed, handing you the discard pieces of your uniform that littered the floor. “I apologize for any, ah, marks I might have left behind. Perhaps it would be best if you stayed hidden away in my room for another day.”

“The longer I’m here the longer the marks will last, at least, that’s what I think. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of excuses to use if anyone questions me but I suspect our already rumored connection will stop anyone from getting too brazen about it.”

Diavolo knew you were right, knew that Barbatos as well as Lucifer were aware of the sparks that flew between you and he every time you were in a room together. He had fought for self-control until the very last second the night before but the combination of his feelings and your sweet smell had been far too much for even him to handle. It increased his guilt but he can take solace in the fact that you had been a consenting partner at least, one who was willing to warm his bed should he ever call out for you again. He didn’t plan on doing so as the more you were together the harder it would be to hide the budding relationship but he would at least always have that night to fondly think back on.

“I look forward to spending time with you again,” Diavolo smiled at you, sending an imaginary arrow to pierce your chest and send your heart off on a wild ride, “The least we could do is walk to the school together… Just to assure the effects of the pheromones have truly worn off.”

“As you wish, my Lord.”