obey me! brothers x f!reader. just a vv short piece, not proofread (we die like flies here), it's a crackfic, and just... enjoy!
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standing across the room, hands desperately tugging on the fitted shirt you had on.
it was hot outside. very hot.
and you hate how you could feel sweat cling to your skin, hate how the shirt just amplifies the feeling of being sticky and stinky.
"fuck devildom summer. i curse you to hell and back. i fucking hate you" you grumbled, turning your fan on to its highest setting, adding up to your frustrations how your ac just won't work right. giving up, you rushed outside with a fan in hand.
you hoped that the living room is cold by now, not bearing the heat any longer. there was a newly installed—scratch that— there were two newly installed air conditioners in the living room. "it must be cold now, it should be cold." you mumbled to yourself. surely enough, the brothers were all sprawled out too, the cool air from the ac's doing its job right.
but there's still one problem.
you didn't change your shirt. it was still sweaty. it still clung to your skin. you feel like passing out from the light pressure it applies on your chest. or... you were just being dramatic.
the heat, sweat, and the tightness of your shirt made you wish that you could just shrink your boobs and maybe regrow them out—maybe solomon knows of a trick like that. exasperated, you sighed while taking refuge by mammon's side.
you took a second to look at each of their faces, surprisingly, there were no scrunched eyebrows, clenched jaws, and tightened fists.
everyone was just... chilling. except for you.
"what's got you in a sour mood?" lucifer asked, taking everyone's attention away from what they were doing to your scrunched eyebrows, crossed arms, and pouting lips. a chorus of 'ooh yeah, what happened?' and 'oh no' were heard through the living room.
staying with them for months now gave you another sense of comfortable. you didn't hesitate, you didn't bite back what you wanted to say—you just went for it.
"they said having big boobs will solve all my problems. fuck no, i can feel the sweat pool up under my fucking boobs." you grumbled, shifting your arms under your chest just to relieve some of that annoying feeling.
"but it solves all of our problems!" mammon exclaimed, the others happily agreeing.
