The OM! Boys + doing body shots with you
This ended up WAYYYY longer than I intended (basically a fic bullet pointed), but OH WELL. It was fun to do! Thanks for the suggestion, anon.
To be fair–this is all Solomon’s fault
Well, not entirely. Mammon and Asmo had been the two to convince the group of demons, humans, and angel (singular) to go out drinking.
(Barbatos had offered to give Luke a baking lesson that night, so it proved to be the perfect opportunity–making it far easier to convince Simeon to come along).
The drunken shenanigans can all be blamed on Mammon and Asmo.
But Solomon is the one who brings up the possibility of doing a body shot.
And because you’re already tipsy, and in the mood to have fun, you say why not.
This is how you end up laid out on the bar counter–holding a lime in between your lips as Solomon rolls up the hem of your tank top and grabs a bottle of tequila.
It’s not until the sorcerer is already leaning down to do the shot that the demon brothers notice the scene.
However, they’re so stunned by what they’re witnessing that all they can do is watch–their eyes following Solomon as he licks a small patch of salt above your navel, sucks the alcohol from your belly-button, and then moves up to take the lime from between your lips–a devilish grin on his face as he does so.
The brothers are unsure if they should be mad, or turned on, but one things for sure–
Mammon bounds forward, his face red. From alcohol, embarrassment, or both you’re unsure.
Blinking, you turn your head to the side, and realize that all of the sudden, you have a line of demons waiting to get their turn at a body shot.
“Oh my god,” you throw an arm across your face, feeling a little warmer than before. You had not anticipated this outcome, and now you’re a little flustered.
You laugh. “You all seriously want to do a body shot??”
You pointedly look towards Satan, Levi, and Lucifer–in disbelief to see them crowded around you. After all, they hardly seem the type and yet–
“If you’re offering, we’re drinking,” Satan responds, brushing his hair away from his forehead. His eyes flash excitedly–playful grin on his face–and you’re suddenly wondering if allowing Solomon to use you for a body shot was the right decision.
Solomon is one thing, but 7 hot demon brothers whom you’re quite fond of getting up close and personal with you?? You may actually combust.
“You know what–,” you sit up and snatch the bottle of tequila from Solomon’s hand, taking a long swig. The alcohol burns your throat, but it feels heavenly–washing away your current nerves.
Now determined, you lay back down on the bar and hand the bottle back to Solomon. “Pour a shot, wizard boy.”
