OM! Characters x GN! Nude Model MC
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"Please make sure you're comfortable, MC. You'll have to stay like that for a couple of hours." The professor urged.
"Oh I'm fine no worries." You assured him and went back to posing. You repositioned the flower crown and struck your pose again.
"HEY WHO EVEN ALLOWED YA TO MAKE MC THE MODEL AND HOW DARE-" Mammon was already out of his seat, about to yell from the top of his lungs. Lucifer clamped a hand over his mouth and sat him back down again.
Diavolo entered the classroom a few seconds later, doing his weekly rounds. "Ah good morning, all! How is everyone doing today-" He simply froze in place looking at you.
"You should have a seat if you plan to stay for a while, Young Master." Barbatos fetched another chair for him. Lucifer gritted his teeth in embarrassment, while Mammon groaned at the addition of yet another person.
"Simeon are you alright? You seem feverish." Solomon side-eyed the angel, before turning his eager gaze back at you.
Simeon simply smiled his signature smile. "You don't look too good yourself, Solomon. As for me, well we have a beautiful subject today and I'm just trying to do them justice."
You chuckled at the different reactions of your demons, angel and sorcerer.
Lucifer shifted uncomfortably in his seat for the next hours. Constantly having to fix his pants as they seemed to grow tighter at the crotch.
He gripped the brush tight, his strokes fast and rigid. He was trying not to get affected. But the way your eyes were trained on him - he's sure you're doing it on purpose. It's not just a pose, is it? He groaned quietly as his hands itched to grab you by that beautiful waist of yours and start pounding into you.
He shoots you a poisonous smile every five minutes. A warning. What did you expect, trying to provoke the Avatar of Pride? He's going to have a long word with you in his office as he strips you down and fucks you in that very same pose. Honestly he's even tempted to record you screaming from pleasure and letting the whole room hear that too.
Mammon had to have several people bind his legs to his seat, and his mouth shut to keep from screaming. With a raging red face, he wasn't very subtle about his displeasure at this.
What the hell do ya think you're doing, human?
As if his brothers didn't pester you too enough. Did you really have to rope in the entirety of the fucking school? He's your first man. He's the only one you need to show. He's the only who should see. He wanted to use magic to blind everyone else in the room. And erase everyone's memories.
Oi...oi, stop that. Don't look at him like this. How the fuck are you so bold? Why the fuck are you so hot? You're killing him with this. He wants this face under him. He wants every inch of that skin under his touch. And if he loses his shit after you both are home, well he isn't responsible. He needs to mark you all over - to make sure everyone knows who you really belong to.
Leviathan didn't think he was awake. Or even alive. With a rather insistent stream of blood pouring out of his nose, there were crumpled up tissues scattered near his seat.
I'm surely dead right? And this is my last fever dream?
At night in his room, he'd have many more of them, drenched with his cum instead. How can he help it when you're staring so readily at him? He wants to pull out his dick and pump himself off, everyone but you is blurry. Heck he'd already started stroking himself as discreetly possible.
He lets out a yelp towards the end of his finished painting. Now there's two of you. He covers his face behind his hands, whining and kicking his legs at this hard ordeal. And the huge tent in his sweat pants isn't very subtle. The way you're looking at him right now...will you help him if he asks nicely?
Satan, the most sophisticated by far. You'd think he'd be composed. But no, he'd already broken a good few brushes, snapping them in half trying to calm the fuck down. There was something so sublime about you that was making his body combust with desire.
Don't... lose... composure.
Perhaps it was the feline charm in your pose? The way your hips curled upward and elbows touched the mat. The way you tilted your head to the side feigning innocence, your eyes big and curious. Fuck, you look like you're begging to be ravaged without mercy.
His painting is not nearly close to his usual talents and he has only you to blame. And you will compensate accordingly, he will make sure of it. Don't be too suprised when he promises to take you to the older archives in the library only to fuck you against the bookshelves for hours and hours.
Asmodeus is far over the moon. His excitement is far from discreet. In fact he's eager to join you up there. There's only one thing that can enhance your already gorgeous form - his form draped over you.
Oh MC, what I'd do to see you like this everyday.
He calls the professor and suggests his idea and who can say no to Asmo with his charming eyes? He joins you up on stage, making a show of stripping before his bare body touches yours. The entire room gasps. When you seem bewildered, he says noone has even started painting yet, so no harm done.
And now that your posing together, he doesn't hold back. Seating you down on his lap with his hands positioned in the right places and his lips pressed against your shoulder. His body felt so lewd and hot aginst yours, he might as well be fucking you. Now it's your turn to hide your arousal.
Beelzebub blushes and looks away, trying to protect your dignity from his eager eyes. It wasn't until his twin made him understand what you were doing. Knowing about your role, he looks at you with utmost concentration.
Must make MC look beautiful.
He's trying. He really is. But there is something burning deep inside him and he can't quite come to terms with it. He struggles with his growing hardness as he tries to concentrate on you drawing you.
He suddenly remembered something. It was just the top of your hand, he kissed it before a ball dance. Your skin was so fragrant, so smooth, so delectable. Does the rest of you taste the same? He's planning to ask you right after this. Maybe, just maybe you'll let him have a taste.
Belphegor smirks already planning the perfect punishment in his head. You're being a brat, he simply has to train you, in his own bratty way. He tries to hide the pink in his cheeks as he keeps painting.
Making me go through all this... you'll pay MC.
Damnit he was planning to sleep through this class. How can he possibly do that now? He can't even close his eyes to your sight. He even has to wipe the drool from corner of his mouth every few minutes. All of this because of you.
Did you forget he can slip in and out of your dreams? Do you not know what you've just unleashed on yourself? As you smile at him cheekily, he imagines turning you into a whimpering mess, begging you to stop teasing him as he buries himself deep inside you and refuses to move.
Solomon meets your unmoving gaze with equal intensity. You're teasing him. What a disobedient apprentice you are. Looks like he'll need to give you a few extra lessons. He's already planning exactly what to do with you. Right here. Right now.
Two can play at this game, my love.
Though he would prefer to blind everyone in the room, watching how they lusted over you gave him a sick sense of pride. Everyone wants you, but only he can have you. He paints nonchalantly, licking his lips once a while. He can barely contain his excitement.
He quietly mutters a spell on the paper. You suddenly jolt, feeling something touch you on your cheeks and chest. You understood what was going on the moment you saw Solomon smirking. With every brushstroke, you felt his touch on you. And he was determined to finish the painting as slow as possible.
Simeon was clearly having a harder time compared to everyone else. Gripping his thigh with one hand, trying to steady his other, trembling hand to paint. And you smiling and biting your lip playfully was NOT helping.
Why must you be so tempting, MC?
He struggled to smile back at you, heat rushing to his cheeks and ears. Every part of you he painted, he fixated on it for a good fifteen minutes. He stared longingly at your hands, wondering how they would feel against his skin, holding him down there.
He shook his head aggressively, trying to keep these constant intrusive thoughts away. Why was he being so perverted? He'd even modelled for you before, granted he wasn't naked, but still. This is the same thing. Atleast that's what he told himself, right before asking you to come model for him alone at home, because he couldn't finish the painting in class.
Diavolo wasn't even supposed to be here. He didn't even have an easel or a canvas. He came here to observe all the students and leave. Yet now he sat, shamelessly staring at you. He tried to look as serious as possible, even glancing around at others to make it believable. But it all went downhill when you spotted him and shot him a smile.
I never realised just how beautiful humans could be...
He smiled back at you, quietly mouthing questions, to which you either nodded or shook your head slightly. 'You've done this sort of thing before? Are you comfortable? I think you'd look better with a royal crown, can I get you one? Haven't you been at it for a while? Would you like to take a break? Would you like to come to the castle for dinner tonight?'
For a while it felt like there was only the two of you in the room. There was so much he didn't know about you. He was overjoyed when you said yes to dinner. He wanted to continue this conversation in his bedroom. With you, bare bodied and posed exactly like this, and with him much closer to you. Close enough to engulf you in his arms, close enough to feel every soft inch of you.
Barbatos blushed deeply. The professor asked you to choose a prop and you chose a teacup. The same teacup the demon butler had gotten for you. You pretended to sip from it while smiling at him. He felt like in some subtle way, he'd been chosen.
Is this a test of self-control, MC? Because I'm afraid I might fail.
How much longer could he possibly hold in these growing urges he had for you. The more he met you, the more he wanted to sit down and talk. The more you casually touched his arm or leaned into him while laughing, the more he wanted to hold you close. And the more you tempted him, the more he wanted to fuck you.
He invited you for tea after school, thinking simple conversation could satiate his growing desires. But the moment he poured you tea and you sipped from the cup, his mind was filled with overwhelming lust again. And then next thing you know he was kissing you roughly in his quarters, while his hands almost tore your uniform off you.
