LUCIFER had you pinned under him for hours now, using his own body weight to keep you under as he pounds you relentlessly. He told you it's going to be rough for you if you decided to be bitch and fuck around to find out and guess what's happening now? He's only keeping his promise. So if you come crawling away as soon as he lifted himself for a second to adjust his position, what do you think he'll feel? Sad? Offended? No, he'll feel fucking pissed.
"What did I say about pulling shit like this?" He doesn't curse, he thinks he's above them so the mere emphasis he puts in a single crude word was enough to stop you before his cock is even halfway out of your sore hole. He scoffed, "Did I fuck you too much you think you have a choice now?" he smirked before pressing his whole body down on you again.
MAMMON has always been a gentleman. He let's you do whatever you want with him, you can strap a vibrator on his tip for hours and he won't say a single thing outside of praises and words of gratitude. So when you let him do the same to you, he was beyond euphoric.
Getting to fuck his baby the way he wants to is such a dream, and you're giving it to him for free? He was in ecstasy, that is until you tried to crawl away that you felt his soft palms on your shoulders clamping harder. "You're pulling away? That's unfair." His eyes were wide and in disbelief. "I let you do anything to me, so be fair and stop being such a baby and take it all like I did."
LEVIATHAN who has been fucking you since he got off that stupid game. You've been whining about wanting his attention and when he gives it to you, you're being a bitch like this. Being so ungrateful and trying to pull away from his cock? Ah, could it be that you want two? Sure, he can work with that.
"What? What now?" he groaned after you clamped your teeth on his tail that has keeping you quiet by fucking your throat. He looked to your eyes and saw you motioning towards the two cock plunging in and out of your hole without abandon. He knew you're nearing on blacking out, but this is what brats get, right? "Mhm, don't tell me you want my tail down here too?"
SATAN was prim and proper. The type you will expect to make love in cotton sheets in a room filled with candles and rose petals. Laying you down slowly and making you feel valued and loved, patiently preparing you for a night full of sensuality. But even the calmest seas have waves.
Getting him riled up is harder when you want it for sex. He refuse to hurt or be rough with you, he wants sex with you to be about love than pleasure. But it's so hard to not prove you wrong when you try to frame him as a limp dick who can't get it up for that long. But now, he's seeing who really can't get it up. "What was that, limp dick you said? What about now? Am I still a 'limp dick'?" he laughed cruelly, "I guess it won't be going limp for another three hours... You sure you're still awake by then?"
ASMODEUS was the perfect man. High libido, perfect performance, nothing about him is unsatisfactory. That's why being in a relationship with him can put pressure on you. Pressure to meet the same level of quality when it comes to sex. You want to make sure he's satisfied, and you're sure you can't give him that type of satisfaction he gives you unless... You let him achieve it himself.
He looks dainty and put together everytime that you forget he's the literal avatar of lust. And so he needed to remind you. With his arms around your neck and plowing you from the back, he's never been so barbaric in bed until now. Never been so... Demanding. "Come on, keep up." He said between thrusts and sneers. "You want me to be satisfied right? And you're tapping out?" He laughed, "Thought you're better than that!~ Thought I taught you better than that...~"
BEELZEBUB who has been fucking you how you like it, he knows he's big and that it hurts but he just can't ignore the fact that he's still rock-hard even after five rounds, don't you pity him? The last thing you heard was a primal growl before you knew you were fucked.
Thick arms wrapped around your neck before you realize, forcing your back to arch the way he likes. He whispered, "Don't go, don't go, don't go, don't go..." He chanted like a prayer as he drilled his cock in and out of your cunt without a break, "Just one—no, five more..."
BELPHEGOR has been fucking you without a break. Fast and rough, one look and you might think that he's a rabid animal submitting to heat. His mouth is swearing he's got everything under control but the way he's been moaning loudly too from how much he has pushed himself to keep fucking you even during his own orgasms.
So when you tried to pull away even just for a bit, just so that his cock stops hitting that sensitive spot inside you, his hand clamped down the back of your head and pulled it hard. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked in such a hurried tone. "Not hard enough? Which is it, tell me. Don't fucking do that." He asked as he pushed himself deeper to your guts.
DIAVOLO has been in prep for forever. It takes him so long to loosen you up that before he even starts, you're already done. This is another case of that. His tip has been on your sweet spot for half an hour now, poking just enough to make you twitch and drool but not enough to drive you crazy, not rough enough.
It has been hour of edging for you and the only reasonable thing for you to do is run away from the source of your demise. You found out that isn't exactly the best choice when his large hands engulfed your head, pushing it down on the pillow, "Going anywhere? I'm not even halfway in yet, don't be greedy." His smile was there but his mercy sure is not.
BARBATOS was the one assigned to teach you courtly manners so that when you're around the future king of the Devildom, you won't embarrass yourself like the human you are. That includes all types of manners including the ones in bed.
"I said to swallow all." a harsh slap landed on your cheek as his gloved hands tightened around your locks. "What would others think if you can't do even the simplest of the simple things?" He cruelly asked before pushing his cock down your throat. "Or perhaps my cock just isn't that deep down your throat? I see, so that's the problem. That's easy to fix—just open your mouth wider."
SIMEON is an angel. In no dimension will he end up so greedy for sins of the body that he will not listen to your demands for a break. He's not the same as other men who will push you beyond your limits for their own satisfaction. Simeon is an angel. Well, was an angel.
"Are you doing okay there, honey?" he looked down on the back of your head, you face planted on the pillow so hard he doesn't even know if you're getting enough air to breath. "Don't worry, love. Just two more and we'll switch to a different position."
SOLOMON has been as cheeky as he was the first time you met him. He's playful when it comes to bed but he knows your bounderies. He knows when you don't want it, when you've had your fill, and when you're begging for more despite the opposing please.
His giggles echoed inside the room as sweat drips down from his forehead the same way his cum drips out from your hole. "You want me to pause?" His giggle got louder and his pace got faster. "Unfortunately for you, I will keep doing whatever I want."
MEPHISTOPHELES is one of the people who are easy. It's easy get under his skin and easy to get inside his pants. Somehow, you always manage to do both without even trying.
"Fuck," His husky voice reverbrated through his chest as he kept on bouncing you on his cock. Even when you try to push his chest away, he doesn't even bulge. "Can't belive this irrelevant little bitch dare to stress me out like this. Hey, you better not stop riding me until I told you so."
RAPHAEL has always been calm, not the type to be easily swayed by such vicious desires. He doesn't understand why people like the concept of "overstimulation" turns people on, everything too much is bad too.
That is until you convinced him to try doing it after his perceived limit. So when he discovered what it feels like and you started regretting telling him about it, by the time you're crawling away, he pulled you back by your wrists, "What's wrong? You want to change position? Should I pin you on the headboard? You always liked that—" he was desperate to solve whatever discomfort you're having just so that you two can continue but when you said you needed a break, he panicked. That's not possible.
THIRTEEN she's one of the most cruel. It doesn't matter if you're swollen, if you can't cum anymore. Your body will create more of that later, for now, enjoy the fucking pleasure in pain first.
"C-can't cum?" she asked between pants, "That's fine, don't worry! You don't need to cum! Just let me fuck you, that's all!" she looked at you like it was all common sense.
You guess you spoiled Belphie a little bit too much. Being the youngest, he had a bad habit of leaning into it, acting bratty toward his brothers and especially toward you, because he knew you’d give in. Right now, he was stretched out across your lap in the living room, arms loosely wrapped around your waist while you gently ran your fingers through his hair.
Every time you stopped, he made a quiet sound of protest and shifted closer, clearly demanding more attention without even opening his eyes. You sighed but kept going, letting him get away with it again.
“I am staying,” you replied softly, adjusting the blanket around him and letting him use your arm like a pillow. He smiled, smug even in his sleepiness, fully aware that none of his brothers would be allowed to do this.
That was when a shadow fell over you. Lucifer's gaze moved from Belphie’s satisfied expression, to your hand in his hair. “MC, you do realize you’re encouraging this behavior.”
You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but Lucifer raised a finger. “No. If you keep indulging him like this, he will only get worse.”
Belphie tightened his hold on you and muttered, “You’re just jealous.”
Lucifer’s eye twitched.
You sighed, finally lifting your hand away from Belphie’s hair. He whined immediately, clearly offended. Lucifer watched with a look of relief mixed with frustration. “Thank you,” he said. “For everyone’s sake... please remember he is still a demon.”
Belphie sulked, rolling off your lap. But the moment Lucifer turned away, he glanced back at you with a lazy grin already certain you’d spoil him again later.
