Obey Me! MC's Adventures in the Devildom

I Came to Feed You (Diavolo)

Didn't expect to be back, but hi! Diavolo x Fem reader

Diavolo's shoes padded softly through the corridor of his home, the grand hall catching an echo around the area as he made his way to his office again. From his bedroom, there was a warm, potent waft of pheromones that he was trying his absolute best to get away from.
It was as if running away would do something for him.
He knew better than that. It wouldn't.

"Diavolo...."

There was a soft, melodic, yet cruel crooning from the end of the empty hall. It was his wife. It was you.

And you were a demon. His newlywed demon in marriage and life.
Diavolo sighed, pressing forward through the fight to turn around and go back to you.

Did he regret making you his wife after you died? No. Did he regret making you his wife with the knowledge that your consummation would be something similar to hell itself? Maybe so.
But did he want to head to his office to work, even after your wedding and two days of rather loosely grasped freedom?

God, no. But it would be better than turning around and meeting you in bed again. Truth be told, he was tired. So deadly tired of mating, and even more tired of Barbatos giving him stern, work-ready glares as he tried to crawl out from his bedroom during the night.

It seems the onslaught of work never really has an end in his life, no matter how much of it he does.

"Come back to me...."

There it is again, that smooth, spellbinding chant that makes his pants tighten.
He couldn't turn around, wouldn't dare leave Barbatos to another late night alone.
Diavolo, the one person who should be folding under such temptation, would not give in to it.

The brown, old doorknob makes the quietest squeal when it is twisted and pushed forward by tired, gentle hands.
Barbatos lifts his head, having been waiting for over an hour for the arrival of his master.
His legs are crossed and he is glaring up at his highness, with a little less than a warm cup of tea on the table in front of him.

Diavolo doesn't even ask what's wrong. He knows what's wrong.

"Barbatos, don't give me such a raunchy look. You know what I've been doing." Diavolo closes his office door and saunters towards his desk chair, sinking into it tiredly.

"You're behind an entire day of work, My Lord." Barbatos rasps smoothly as he stands. "That entire stack of paper comes from R.A.D. and this stack here," He places a careful hand on a taller, older lump of forms and files. "These are from the human world. They are to be done first as a priority."

Barbatos makes his way from Diavolo's desk to the door.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll return with a pot of fresh tea." His voice is stern, and Diavolo's hands meet his face to run over his tired eyes.

He knows Barbatos is upset with him, but Barbatos is always so rushed and hushed about something, after all. "You are excused," Diavolo mumbles softly, and the click of the door can be heard only a second later.

Barbatos didn't even wait to be excused, and Diavolo's brow quirks up at this moment of quiet rebellion.
Just how upset was Barbatos?

"I want to feel you again...."

It's like a haunting within the halls of his castle. And he can only imagine what his bedroom smells like now.
How could he ever have gotten away in the first place? How can Barbatos stand the smell of an aphrodisiac as strong as a woman in deep, primal, demonic heat?
How did he ever even manage to close his bedroom door behind him without an erection as painful as a punch to the gut?