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Our undoing; 1.

Pairing: All Demon Brothers/Female!MC Genre: Fluff, angst & Smut,Harem Warnings: NSFW, graphic language in relation to sex/BDSM/violence/kidnapping/witch craft(?)

Prologue

(I apologise for such a long first chapter! I’ve been having ideas and scenarios bouncing off my head since starting this series! I’ve also been immersed in reading so much books during this lockdown my country is having! I promise to be more consistent up here with little little stories as well. Please, please, leave me feedback, questions, requests, anything! The steamy portion of this happens toward the end of the story- I’m not used, at all, in writing smuts so please bare with me as I continuously try to learn!) all characters;thoughts/“spoken” -----------------------------------

Day 1, 8:45am

You hear faint footsteps wandering your bedroom, occasionally stopping against the end of your bed. Silence. Following more pacing.

Assuming it was one of the brothers, Another prank?

You feel a presence lurking almost on top of you. The weight sets upon your chest, crawling up against your throat-

Your eyes shoot open as you spring upright, hands clawing at your bedsheets. No one- nothing, eyes wandering around your room. The sun slowly seeping against your bed and on your skin, nothing is out of place, no door unhinged, windows shut tight.

Tired. I’ve been up all night with Levi... trying to complete another level of his new video game.

Your brows narrowed at the cold air around your room while you start opening windows, setting your uniform against your desk No calls nor messages from the boys as you set your D.D.D aside.

Why is it so cold? We’re in the middle of summer...

Bang.

As if a gunshot. Your heart drops to your stomach. But nothing seems to have fallen in your bedroom.

“What the fuc-”

“MC? Are you awake?” Lucifer’s voice startling you. You hear him gently knock on the door. “Y-yes! Lucifer, I am! You can come in.” You smooth out your nightgown before running over and opening the door.

“Good morning, love. I’m sorry to have come uninvited.” Lucifer smiles as he enters your bedroom. “I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me for breakfast?” Typically you’d grow red with nicknames said against the lips of Lucifer, but right now your heartbeat is in your ears, ringing.

“MC?” He questions as he sees you, still, against your bedroom door. Slowly, he walks over keeping a steady gaze on you, crotched down with his hand against your chest- feeling your heartbeat. He thought he was hearing the sound of your breath; not this intense pounding. His pupils burn into the back of your mind, unsettling you even more.

Words don’t come to mind, you stare blankly through him. “I-i’m sorry, I don’t know what’s coming over me. I must still be tired from playing video games all night with Levi.” You gently place your hand over his, laughing in hopes to cover the nervous crack in your voice.

Lucifer laces his hands with yours. “I see..” He’s not convinced. “Let’s get you dressed for the day, shall we?”

Humming in response as he looms over you whilst removing your nightgown. Your back against him as he pulls your uniform over your shoulders. A comforting yet cold silence fills the room. Your eyes dart to various shelves, tabletops- Looking for the source of the sudden noise.

Lucifer’s hands roam against your thighs and up your waist whilst zipping up your skirt then finally, pulling up your socks. He focuses in on your expression with every touch. Strange, he doesn’t seem to catch a glimpse of a smile nor a flinch. Your eyes focus straight to the ground, never faltering- eyebrows narrowed in.

“My love, if there were ever anything not to your satisfaction... You would inform me, yes?” Lucifer’s stern voice coated with concern- He steps in front of you, blocking the sunlight. His gloved hand making its way under your chin to shift your gaze upon him.

“Yes..” Liar. “Of course, Lucifer. You know I would.”

He chuckles under his breath. “That’s a good girl, now.” He raises his hand for you to hold. “Let’s see ourselves to breakfast.” 9:16 am

Bickering fills the hallway from the dining hall. Raised voices, occasional clings and cups clanking. Noisy.. as usual. You thought.

You clutch your D.D.D and school books against your chest, trying to ignore the pounding sensation, occasionally turning your gaze aside to check for him. Lucifer silently trials a step behind you watching, hearing your heartbeat echoing in his ears. He knows you lied very clearly but Lucifer doesn’t ask, twice. But how often do you forget Lucifer, they, the brothers know you by heart and mind. They’ve memorised your every habit, instincts and curve. How am I to hide this from him...

You chew on your bottom lip. “Lucifer..” You breathlessly say his name as you both approach the dining hall. His hand reaches pass you, pressing against the door. “Lucifer, are there other beings.. one more sinister, than demons.. in devil dom?”

You ask in innocence.

His gaze slowly turns towards you, mouth shapes almost into a laugh- until he spots your pupils dilate, your heartbeat still rapid.

“Love.. I-”

You both hear footsteps running towards the dining hall door as it swings open.

“BABE! Where have ya’ been! We’ve been waiting all morning!”

Mammon says at the top of his voice, his slender frame blocking the entrance. Lucifer sighs and leads you in, passing Mammon while ignoring him.

“Lucifer?! Did you sleep with her last night?! Tell me ya didn’t! I remember walking her to her room!”

Your ears perked up.

Mammon.. walked me to my room? No, I distinctively remember me heading back myself.

Mammon goes on a rant as Lucifer guides you to your seat and settles you in.

“I’m telling ya, ya can’t keep having her like this! It ain’t half fair to all of us! How did ya even get the time to have her to yourself all night, did you sneak into her roo-”

“Mammon.” Lucifer snaps.

Mammon swallows loudly and steps back to his seat. “Ugh, Mammon, shut up. It’s too early for this. Let MC eat her breakfast in peace. We have a class together, don’t we?”

Belphegor places his chin against the crook of your arm, sleepy eyes meet yours.

“Yes, Bel. We do have a class together.”

You hide your nervousness with a chuckle whilst taking a sip of juice. Mammon and Lucifer have a debate at the end of the dining table. Your hand fumbles with your glass, swishing it around.

Eyes darting back and forth against the dining table. There’s a sudden buzzing sensation in your ears. Numerous conversations and the clanking of metal feel like stings into the back of your head-

“Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora… Redi ad periculum tuum.”

An unknown voice, almost coming from behind you. Whispering.

W-what is this...

“Redi ad periculum tuum..”

Who..? Ahh... No, this hurts.

You feel as if hands were dug deep into your rib cage- twisting your bones. The grip around your glass tightens. You cringed, it felt like fire. You let out a soft groan.

Oh- god. I-it hurts. Fuck.

Pain replaces your vision with a blinding white flash- Your breath shortens and chest tightens.

“Pleas-please.. stop. It hurts..”

Your voice cracks, your hands both trembling. Your body feels rooted to the chair, paralysed almost- the buzzing in your head increasingly gets louder and louder.

Replacing all background noise from the dining hall.

“N-no..”

You suppress your groans through gritted teeth-

The avatar of lust seated on your right- Asmodeus spots the glass in your hand shaking against the table, chuckles before

“Hah! My dear MC, now now, you don’t have to tremble nervously around me, my love! Here, let me feed you a strawberry, I know it’s your favo- MC...?”

Asmodeus picks up your low whimpering as your head slowly begins to lower onto the cool tabletop.

“MC, you haven’t eaten anything at all- Please have some food. You know it’s important”

Beelzebub observes from across the table and immediately shoots up from his chair and strides over with food in hand.

Why.. Why am i.. I feel like i’m burning. The pain heightens- Resonating from the top of your head right down to your arms. Your grip shatters the glass- the dining hall goes silent. 7 pairs of eyes land on you almost immediately.

“Ah!”

You let out a faint scream. Shooting your head up in a daze- the buzzing in your ears dialling out. Fingertips cold as ice; numb. You blink and try to adjust your vision, wanting to rub your eyes when a cold hand reaches for you.

“No. You’re hurt.”

Asmodeus as he grabs your wrist, taking a handkerchief from his breast pocket to clean your fingers. Blood?

Dripping on your white blouse. Shaking your head in disbelief, you shift yourself to stand. “I.. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I must be tired. I will see myself back to my ro-”

You groan as your vision flashes white for a second time. Falling back on your seat, you hear footsteps surrounding you.

“Satan,”

Lucifer breaks the silence. “Please take her to your room” Before you manage to protest, Beelzebub picks you up in his arms. “Beel..” You coo in his arms before exhaustion takes you away.

“Lucifer, what was that?” Mammon questions as his eyes follow you being carried away by his brothers.

“Was that some normie... reaction? Is she ill?”

The purple-haired Avatar of Envy questions as he subconsciously trails behind Satan and Beelzebub exiting the dining hall before being blocked by Lucifer. “Satan will see to it.” Uncertainty in his response, the brothers look toward the eldest. “But, I am sure this is not how human bodies react when falling under illness... However, this will be kept within us. No one else shall know what transpired this morning. I will not have anyone interfere with her recovery, asking questions she knows no answers to. Until then, we shall go about our day.”

And he took his leave.

“Lucifer!” Mammon shouts after the eldest as he shuts the doors. “Tch, he’s always leavin’ us to hang and clean up the mess he leaves behind!” “She looked so pale.. I could barely feel warmth from her hands.” Asmodeus says in frustration, whilst folding the stained handkerchief back into his jacket. The four brothers look to one another, seeking answers. “I can’t just stand here and wait for Lucifer to provide answers anymore! I’m goin’ up.” Mammon pushes pass Leviathan, ignoring all protests of defying Lucifer’s orders. “We ought to plan something.” Yawned Belphegor, clutching his cow print pillow to his chest. “Well I think Mammon just decided that on his own.” Leviathan says as he sends a message to your D.D.D in hopes you would respond when time permits. “You’d think she would answer that? With Satan aiding her in his room and Lucifer lingering over her? I don’t think so! Ugh, Am I to just stand here and wait?!” Asmodeus exclaims and starts to pick up your books to return them to your bedroom. “Asmo! Where do you think you’re going!” The sleepy demon rushes out of the door tagging along to Asmodeus frantically heading towards your room- “Do you really think I’m going wait around for orders, Belphie? Of course not! See now, you’re here so hold her books!” Leviathan sulks against the huge wooden door, continuing typing away in hopes he would be the first one you reach out to when you wake up. 3:01pm,

All you manage to gather were the following; You’re in Satan’s bed, occasionally Lucifer looms above you with the cold graze of his gloved hand over your closed eyes and forehead. Beelzebub has barely left your side, clinging onto your hand subtly checking your pulse from time to time. The subtle sounds of pages flipping then being torn, satan has been blowing through his collection of books in attempt to diagnose you with what they hope to be just a common flu. All these sounds and sensations happening around you; yet you feel trapped in sleep. Frozen at the very spot Beelzebub laid you down what seems to be hours ago. “It’s almost mid afternoon..” Lucifer’s voice breaks the sensitive atmosphere. “I will have to report to Lord Diavolo for some matters regarding the next annual student selection.” You feel his slender fingers against your neck once more before hearing Lucifer exit. “Satan, I will leave her to you. I shall return when all is settled.” “Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora… Redi ad periculum tuum.”

Your eyelids weigh down your vision- feeling like you’re looking through a broken lens, the candle’s glow from Satan’s room is all you’re able to make out. I keep hearing the same incantation.. Propping yourself up against his headboard and thick pillows, rubbing your eyes. You didn’t manage to pick up the foot steps coming toward you. All you feel were a pair of hands against your thighs. “How are you feeling?” “I’m not even sure myself.. It feels like-” Your breath hitches and for a split second you spot a figure behind Satan,

“Hm? What is it? What’s wrong?” His hands move towards your face cupping your cheek as you gaze blankly pass him. “No.. It’s nothing.” You spent what felt like hours, trying to explain thoroughly to Satan what has conspired during breakfast and what you felt coursing through your body, you boil it down to being exhausted and maybe lack of food which Beelzebub had returned from the kitchen with a tray of snacks and sandwiches for the three of you to dine into then excusing himself to look for his twin and the remaining brothers. But Satan knows better than that, from all the books and studies he’s been doing on humans and our anatomy surrounding illness- no amount of exhaustion unless it be through an extended period of time could cause that. You reiterate that you do not have any past medical illnesses that you were aware of. “Was there anything else? Anything.. Dare I say, out of the ordinary?” His tone is careful; gentle, almost not wanting to step over any boundaries. Without a thought- you shake your head. You thought that maybe when you’re able to remember the incantation- you would inform the brothers but for now, it’s all to be left at that. “Alright.” Satan says as he puts all his books away, returning to you lying on his bed; Hair spread out through his indigo pillows, your uniform blouse tucked out as your skirt reveals your upper thighs and knee socks. He tries to keep some composure as you thank him for tending to you for what feels like hours. “Of course, who would I be if i were to sit aside and merely watch?” He sits beside you on his bed, stroking your cheek. “Are you tired?” He whispers, not wanting to end this tender moment. “I was.” “Satan..” You whimper his name, slowly losing grip of his composure with you writhing under him. “Are you afraid of.. anything?” A peculiar question he thought, “In this moment? You..” Your mouth agape, you cannot help but to study his face- features, his eyes shifted colours from green to yellow and oh my god, how often would you find yourself losing thoughts in them.

“W..what? Come again?” He closes the space between you two fingers tracing the back of your neck, you feel his breath against your lips.

“You’ve come here and enchanted all of us.. Demons. How, why?” You try to answer but Satan brings his lips to your forehead, his lips tremble against you- his breath hitches. “You need not answer, my pet. I’m just.. Thinking out loud.” He sounds almost shy, almost afraid of what he’s about to do or say; Your heart beat is so loud you’re for certain he can hear it beating out of your chest. “Satan..” you purr his name. “Please.. My pet.. Don’t look at me that way-” He rests his head against your shoulder, whispering into your neck. “I don’t wish to sin on someone so innocent.. Especially not in vulnerability.” You lead his hand against your chest, “I am not a child.”

“Then.. will you allow me to have you all to myself tonight, my pet?” His cold breath hitting against the crook of your neck and you almost moan from the sensation- “Yes.” You say breathlessly;

His once light green eyes deepen as he shifts himself on top of you- holding you so gently; “Don’t take this the wrong way, pet. But how I have longed for this moment. If i have to be honest, I was thrilled when Lucifer ordered me to tend to you; knowing It would just be you and I and seeing you laying in my bed.. You truly are a sight to see.” Satan’s swift hands pull open your blouse and his long fingers graze your dampening core, crashing his lips onto yours. He sighs into them, for what it feels like forever between you two; waiting and teasing. His tongue prised your teeth apart as he deepened the kiss- Pulling him closer you throw your legs over Satan, straddling him- He pushes your cotton panties apart he inserts his slender fingers and you feel your insides twist as you throw your head back into a groan- breaking the kiss. He eyes your heaving chest and how red spread across your cheeks. Sensantation takes over you as he pumps long strides in and out of you, your hips buck back and forth and back and forth. “Oh, my pet, tell me, do you feel good?” Satan nibs along your ear and leaves messy kisses all over your neck. All you manage was a moan. You wrap your arms around his shoulder to steady yourself grinding and making a mess on his fingers. “Aah..” Attempting to suppress your moans you gnaw on your bottom lip. “No.” Satan tightly grips the back of your neck turning you to face him. “Let me hear you, let me take your pain away.” He continues to pump deeper and deeper into you, you feel the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter. “Yes, yes, my pet. Make a mess of yourself on my fingers. Come on.” His thumb grazes over your trembling lips- his eyes move onto your dripping core, the soft of your moans fill his room. “Mmmhm!” Your walls clench around his fingers, your body falling back against the bed. “Oh, pet. Look at you.” He hovers above you and licks his fingers clean of your arousal. “You’re so pretty.. So pure..” He coo’s into your ear. Your hands fumble against his belt unbuckling it, you hear him chuckle against your neck. Nipping and biting down. “Mm, pet. I thought it would be quite unfair to take you in this.. Situation, but your wailing and moaning certainly proves otherwise.” “Please..” Satan goes to remove his sweater and bottoms while pulling your panties off you, leaving you in your uniform. He looms over you stroking his hard member while his knee pushes your thighs apart. Your lips part at the sight of the size of him, unsure if you’re physically able to take him. “S-satan.. I..” his name just falls off your lips almost in a moan. Again he hovers above you, he strokes his tip at your wet folds; your body feels like it’s on fire- Gently he strokes your cheek, eyes tracing your features- the harsh contrast of this dirty act against his gentle fingers against your face. From all your time here in devildom, you and satan spent gentle nights together with books at your company, nothing of this sorts. Your vision turns glassy the more you shift closer to him, kissing his plump lips. You melt into him as he breaks the kiss, “Pet.. “ He says almost sounding out for permission. You nod and buck your hips against him, your core throbbing waiting to be filled. “Please, Satan.. Please.” Wrapping your arms around shoulders, nipping at the crook of his neck. He smells of books, musk and the candles that dorn around his room. You’re a mess beneath him. “Ooh my pet, yes, I haven’t even begun with what I’m about to do to you and you’re already soaked. Tell me how I feel.” And with that he pumps into you, fingers rubbing your clit- throwing you over the edge. Your hips buck up higher and following his rhythm; he removes your arms around him and slam your wrists tightly together above your head causing you to squeal. “Yes yes yes, pet. Ooh, you feel so good.. So tight around me. Mmhm.” He pounds faster and harder as you hook your legs around his slender waist. Satan’s grip on your wrist tightens; his blonde locks brush against your neck as he bites down. Hard. Freeing your wrist he grabs your waist and angles your hips, spreading your legs open for him to see, his hips move quicker and quicker with every thrust. You almost can see the outline of his cock inside of you. Your hands try to squeeze his sheets as you try not to fully scream. “Fuck, you feel so good. Look at this pretty pink pussy taking all of me. Oh, my pet.” “Oh oh oh! S-satan!” “Yes, louder, let my brothers hear you. Mhm! Yes, let them know I’m the first one buried deep inside you my pet.” Dropping you on the bed and bringing one of your legs over his shoulder, his rhythm starts slowing down and his strokes deep- but slow, you feel your legs trembling- the familiar feeling of your insides twisting, moaning as you clench down on him. “You’re making a mess of my bed, aren’t you my pet? Mm. Oh- you feel divine, like velvet around my cock.” He takes your mouth; slowly. “Are you gonna cum on my cock, my pet? Hmm? Let me fill you up? Leave you aching until tomorrow morning, reminding you of me in you?” Lust fully hazes over you; barely able to process anything apart from the growing pressure from your core. “Answer me, my pet.” He roughly grips your jaw as his tongue lingers along the curve of your lip. “Y..yes! Yes!” You scream, wrapping your legs tightly around him once more- A primal growl comes from his chest, the remaining delicate touches fade. “As you wish..” He flips you over and you’re not straddling his hips as he pounds into you- slightly leaning you back, now you’re in full view for his pleasure. Your hands grip the sheets for support. “F..fuck, yes, yes. Ooh, are you close- my pet? Are you gonna cum for me, with me?” His hands tightly grip your hips- rocking you back and forth. “Y-yes!” He props up on his elbows, pulling you in as he leans your foreheads together. One hand still steadying you- he raises his hips, grinding into you. “Cum- cum!” He gives a final blow- you feel his cock twitch inside you, warmth spilling into you. Your legs tremble, shakes, you’re dazed and fucked out, still whimpering his name. He stays inside you for a moment- wiping the sweat off your forehead as he kisses you once more; Tender, you thought. Still so tender. His fingers trace your back and neck, rubbing your arms- “Allow me to clean you.” He says with care, gently laying you back down. You manage a nod, exhaustion now creeping up against you still in awe of what happened. Satan returns with a wet cloth, cleaning you up and not failing to kiss all the spots he has bruised. “You’re staring, pet.” He comments as he puts your clothes away. “I know.. Can’t I?” He smiles at your reply, pulling you into his chest as your eyelids grow heavier. “Sleep, pet. You’ve been so good today.. To me.” Kissing your forehead, pulling the covers over you. “I will be here when you wake.” You take that as a promise. 8:51pm, You surrender yourself to sleep.

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All my love, Angel.

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