The Avatar of Wrath smirks, his hand going to pull at the collar on your neck. The bell on your tail rings as you purr, your tail flicking side to side. Satan chuckles, tugging you closer by the collar until your lips touched.
"Ngh... Satan... please..."
Said demon slides a finger across your lips, which had started to swell with his teasing.
"I told you not to touch my books, MC. I think you need more punishment." He stands, and sits on the armchair before turning to you, his eyes dark with desire. "Ride me."
Two hours ago
"Look, I already told ya!" The white haired demon raises his hands in frustration. "I ain't gonna steal a book for ya, no matter what you offer me."
You sigh, rolling your eyes and get off the bed.
"It's just one book, Mammon. Just one."
"Human, are ya tryin' to get yourself killed?!"
It's been like this for the past few days. When you first got here, there were so many interesting things in the textbooks given out during school. Eventually, you finished those and wanted to read something else. So, Lucifer agreed to bring back some books from the human world after you practically begged him to. You found out he knew exactly what would interest you.
After the brothers saw the eldest come home with two bags worth of books, they started bringing you books they thought would interest you. You thought it was sweet, how they would anonymously leave random books in your room. Every so often, you would glance at Satan's door, having seen the interior, but otherwise you were sated. That was, until, a few days ago.
"Mammon, it's been like this for ages." You exaggerate. "All I want, is one book from Satan's room. He's bound to have some interesting stuff right?"
Another thing the brothers noticed about you was that you made a point of discussing this new book or detectice series you've started over dinner. They soon realized this was to get the fourth born's attention. Satan didn't seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn't really care, his enjoyment as evident as yours.
"Seriously, MC, what do ya find attractive about Satan anyway?"
You wave the question away.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is, I'm going to get a book from his room."
"And how d'ya plan on doin' that?"
"With you and your brothers help, of course."
Mammon shakes his head, mumbling about having to deal with the suicidal, idiotic human. You calmly wait, leaning on the wall as the Avatar of Greed continues mumbling, probably trying to see if he could somehow get money out of this. Finally, he stands and opens your door.
"Ya comin' with?"
You grin and bump his shoulder as you pass him, skipping towards Asmo's room.
"She has no idea what she's doin'..." Mammon mumbles to himself.
(Time skip, bcoz time skip)
"Are you sure it'll work?" You say, peering into the vial of pink liquid.
"Of course, darling. I personally use that to sneak out so Luci doesn't catch me." Asmo giggles.
"And you're sure it's okay if I take this one?"
"I have plenty more where that came from."
Mammon was also staring at the vial, his eyes shining with interest.
