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Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you approached the doors to Diavolo’s castle. You’d left things so incredibly awkward earlier, and now he wanted you to come to the castle for tea? The embarrassed flush on your face only deepened when you thought back to your conversation.
Diavolo was in his seat at the head of the counsel table when you walked into the room. Your class had let out early, so you were the first one, besides the prince, to arrive for the day’s student council meeting. “Hi Lord Diavolo. How’s your day going?” You walked over and took Lucifer’s typical seat to Diavolo’s right like you always did when you were the first to arrive for a meeting. Chatting for a few minutes like this had made you feel a lot more comfortable with the Prince, and you hoped he felt the same.
He covered his mouth with a hand as he spoke around a bite of something. “My day’s been lovely so far. I’m just finishing up a little snack Barbatos brought me.” He gestured to the small bowl holding what looked like some sort of truffle. Swallowing the bite, he turned to you. “I’d offer you one, but I’ve been advised to not let any humans, aka you, try this particular treat. We wouldn’t what a repeat of last time I gave you a bite of something.”
You chuckled. “Very true. Though I will admit, that pudding certainly was tasty. So, what are these like?” You pointed to the bowl. “Can you tell me just how delicious they are so I can stew in my jealousy over not being able to try them?”
Diavolo laughed that boisterous laugh of his. “Of course. They’re probably the best chocolates in all three realms.” He looked thoughtful for a moment as he pondered how exactly to describe the treat. “I’d honestly say, and forgive me for being so crass, but they’re almost as good as an orgasm.”
You blushed, laughing nervously. “Ah, I wouldn’t know. Anything else to compare them to?”
He paused with another chocolate halfway to his mouth, tilting his head in confusion. “What?”
Looked like you weren’t brushing past that one. Your eyes slid from Diavolo, fixating on a single point on the wall. “Um, I’ve never-“
Diavolo’s eyes went wide when he realized what you meant. “Oh! I see.” He seemed dumbfounded. “Never? Even by yourself?”
You shook your head. “Not to get too into detail, but all my partners could never get me off, and I can’t lose myself in the action enough to get myself there.” You felt your face flame and chanced a glance at the prince.
The pondering look and silence from Diavolo were very disconcerting. “You know-“ Diavolo was cut off when the doors to the council room opened and Lucifer walked in.
You stood quickly, unable to look at the Prince. “Thank you for the conversation, Lord Diavolo.” Moving toward your own seat, you caught Lucifer’s questioning look when you passed each other. God, he was probably wondering why you were beet red. You gave him a shaky smile.
For the rest of the meeting, you couldn’t convince yourself to look at Diavolo even with feeling his gaze on you multiple times. Now there you were, standing at the castle doors trying to get yourself to pick up the knocker. You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. Maybe you should have made up some excuse as to why you couldn’t come today, or the next, or ever again. Before you could turn tail and run, the doors opened to reveal Barbatos.
He gestured for you to come inside. “I think it’s about time you come in.” How long had he known you’d been stalling out there? You stepped inside and followed Barbatos to the sitting room you usually took tea with Diavolo.
Diavolo stood when you walked in behind Barbatos. He seemed perfectly fine as he smiled at you like your embarrassing conversation earlier had never happened. Had he already forgotten it? Diavolo’s casual demeanor made you relax a bit. If he’d already moved on, you wouldn’t let what happened affect your time with Diavolo either. You decided you could panic and overthink later, probably while you were trying to sleep.
You sat as Barbatos poured you and Diavolo each a cup of tea. Picking up two sugar cubes and placing them in your tea, you stirred until they dissolved, trying to come up with some topic of conversation. Once Barbatos finished serving tea, he left the room, shutting the door behind him. You still couldn’t think of anything to say. Maybe it wouldn’t be so easy for you to act normal.
Diavolo smiled at you. “Do you want me to make you come?” He said it so casually, the epidemy of ease.
You choked on the sip of tea you’d been taking, coughing as you tried to regain your breath. “What?”
He laughed like this was a normal conversation for the two of you. “I was going to offer earlier in the counsel room, but we were interrupted.”
You looked at him stunned. “Why?”
Diavolo gave a little shrug. “Everyone should get to experience that kind of pleasure. Would you like me to?”
You mulled over this offer for a second. The literal prince of hell was offering to make you come. Even though you were still thoroughly embarrassed, you felt yourself becoming slick at the thought. “Are you sure you want to?”
“I’m more than sure. If I’m being honest, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.” Diavolo was blushing. He was blushing because he couldn’t stop thinking about making you come. How was that even more of a turn-on?
You could feel your face was still unbearably red when you smiled at him. “Yes Diavolo, I want you to make me come.” Much to your surprise, Diavolo immediately got up from his chair and dropped to his knees in front of you. You squeaked. “Right now?”
He looked up at you from between your legs. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to focus on tea until you’re writhing on my face.”
You gasped, head nodding eagerly. “Okay, yes. Please go on Dia.” The nickname you’d only ever used in your head slipping out.
He hummed in approval as he pushed your skirt up your thighs revealing your damp panties. “I like that. Only call me Dia from now on.”
His thumb rubbed over your clothed slit, making you sigh. “But what about in front of others? Lucifer will have my head if I’m informal with you.”
Diavolo laughed, his breath tickling your inner thigh. “My dear, you have me on my knees in front of you. I wouldn’t call that formal.” He looked up at you seriously as he pressed against your clit harder, making your hips twitch. “I’ll handle Lucifer. Now call me Dia again.” He pushed your panties to the side and pressed a thick finger into your dripping cunt.
Your back arched. “Ah, Dia!”
He smirked up at you. “Yeah, just like that. Already feeling good?”
You were already panting, hand reaching forward to run through Diavolo’s hair before you sat back. “Yes, but that’s never the problem.”
Diavolo inserted another finger, stretching you in the best way. “Don’t worry, love, I’m just getting started.” With that, he lowered his mouth to you and began lapping at your clit with his tongue. You tensed up at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue working in tandem with his fingers.
With his free hand, he began to rub soothing circles on your hip. “Relax, just let yourself feel. I’ve got you.” His words helped you release the tension in your muscles.
You did as Diavolo said and let yourself feel every thrust of his fingers, every flick of your clit, every low hum that just added to the pleasure of it all. You cried out when he curled his fingers inside you, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile against your sex at your reaction. Diavolo focused his thrusts to that one spot making you thrash in your seat. The hand that’d previously been rubbing soothing circles became a vice around your hip as he held you still.
There was a familiar tension building in your core, a tension you’d never gotten to snap. You were getting so, so close. Tears flooded your eyes as you grew closer and closer to your breaking point. “Dia, please.” You were close to sobbing at the absolute need to finally feel yourself break.
Diavolo sped up his fingers and latched onto your clit, sucking gently. Your eyes flew open, and your mouth fell to a silent scream as you finally came. Years of pent-up sexual frustration snapping at once making your legs shake and tears stream down your face. You sobbed as you lost yourself to bliss.
When you finally came down from your high, you were cradled on Diavolo’s lap as he looked down at you in concern, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “You’re crying, did I hurt you?”
Your limbs felt like noodles, but you made them rise to grab his face and pull him down. Diavolo’s lips were pillowy soft against yours as he immediately melted into the kiss. When you finally pulled away, you smiled. “You did the furthest thing from hurting me. Thank you, Dia. Thank you so much.”
Shifting in his lap to wrap your arms around him, something hard pressed against your thigh. You ground against him slightly, smirking. “Is it my turn to return the favor?”
He blushed. “You don’t have to do that; this was about you.”
You played with the collar of his shirt. “What if I want to?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed.”
No one saw you until the next morning at breakfast. The brothers could tell you seemed different, lighter somehow, but they couldn’t figure out why. Well, everyone but Asmo. He clocked it immediately, smiling at you conspiratorially.
You walked to R.A.D. as a group for an early student council meeting Diavolo had called. He hadn’t mentioned anything about one when you left the previous night. Well, maybe he had and you were just too out of it after the best sex of your entire life.
As soon as you’d all taken your seats in the council room, Diavolo stood from his chair addressing the room. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you all here so early.” There were a few grumbles around the room. “Well, I wanted to inform you all of a few changes that will be taking place.”
He met your eyes and smirked. You gasped, a slight whine to your voice. “Dia, no!”
Lucifer looked at you with immediate venom at the casual use of a nickname. He opened his mouth to scold you, but Diavolo rested a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
Dia smiled at you. “Why, my dear, shouldn’t everyone,” Diavolo squeezed Lucifer’s shoulder so Lucifer would know who exactly who Diavolo’s message was intended for, “know that you’re allowed to use such informalities with me now?”
Your face flushed. Lucifer looked from you to Diavolo incredulously.
“Also, none of you should be alarmed if they stay overnight at the castle.” You buried your face in your hands as Asmo snickered. Everyone quickly put the pieces together, and the room descended into chaos.