Part 5:

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Looking up at him, he placed some distance between us; reached out to the night stand, and plucked a chocolate from the box laid there, "Open up."

For a moment I debated over the idea since he had his poker face on, but never the less hesitantly opened my mouth a bit for him to feed me. . . But he just ate it instead and ruffled my ears! "Jerk," I punched his chest lightly feeling coated in embarrassment. "That was just cruel. . ."

"Then what are you going to do about it?" He smirked down at me, while planting a faint kiss on my forehead.

My gaze landed on the red marking on his neck and as if noticing where my attention had drifted off to, Satan's cheeks became dusted in a red hue. "Next time, I won't let you get away with that," I mumbled running my hand over his neck. "I hate that smart mouth of yours."

The demon did not reply, but his tightened grip around my waist and flushed face spoke for themselves. May God forbid, but damn he is too cute. Resting a hand on his shoulder, I peppered his reddening face in delicate and tender kisses. His hands let go of my cat ears and waist; took hold of my free hand and pressed it against his flushed cheek. Eyes half-lidded, he seemed to be drifting off to sleep bit by bit. "Kitten. . ." I sat up slightly, with my arm under me supporting my body weight, upon hearing my name being called, " . . . We should do this more often . . ."

The rest of his words were swallowed by his own yawn. An adorable, cute, little monster I tell you. My guts stirred as his thumb brushed over the back of my hand while leaving faint traces of kisses over it.

"Satan . . ." I sat myself up and pushed him down on the bed, locking our lips once again into a soul kiss, only pulling away after a while to catch a proper breath. "I . . . Would love if we do this more . . . And next time I will be sure to get you something special as well."

He managed a worn out chuckle at my response, but gave me an authentic smile, followed by a soft moan as I pinned his hand next to his head.

Towering over him, sweat began to trickle down my spine and edgy shivers rushing through me. On a scale from one to ten, my blushing state would certainly hit a hundred if the room was not dark enough to hide it a little. "Yuna," Satan's frail voice brought me back to reality, and my lips instantly found there way to the little mark I had left on the side of his neck back when we were at the café.

Truth to be told my mind had no idea what I was doing. I was not accustomed to such ways of expressing love physically. Everything was out of instinct: from my free hand further tugging down his nightwear's collar and sleeves, to me laying certain love bites over his shoulder and towards the center between his collarbones. Maybe, it was because I had never had such an experience in a human body? Is that why I feel this way, or was there really something in those chocolates? My thoughts only blurred into the back of my head as I felt hot blood pump underneath Satan's neck from me constantly sucking and nibbling down on his skin with ragged breathes.

I have to stop, before I lose control, but instead I bit down . . . hard. My teeth sinking in, leaving large and nasty red bite marks, adorned with purple bruises, and a bit of spittle here and there. His quivering breathes, pleasuring moans, and clear gasps for desire . . . They were all driving me insane! "Y-yuna . . ." His husky, erotic whispers sang in my ears as my hands finally managed to slowly unbuckle the first button of his shirt, lowering the sleeves, and exposing his shoulders and sharp collarbones to the cold icy air. "Yuna, bless me. Yuna, please. . . "

        No, stop . . . Stop calling my name like that. I cannot . . . I cannot handle it all.

It is not fair. I moved my lips back to his and slipped in my tongue in to shut him up. Intertwining our fingers together, while messily playing with his blond locks, I felt his hand cup my cheek, before moving to the back of my head tangling my hair.

So sweet . . . He tastes so pleasant . . . It's enticing.  How. . . How is he so alluring? I pulled away, a breathless gasp leaving my lungs and tilted my head to the other side, before hungrily leaning  back down not giving him a chance to breath. My hand left his hair and ran down to his shoulder, pinning him further more against the shifting, silk, bed sheets beneath us. A loud moan left his lips as my fingers pressed on the succulent purple spots embellishing him, catching me off guard, and rapidly pulled myself away.

My head spun and felt my guts crunch in vexation. His voice hoarse and weighed down by fatigue as he let go of my hair and stroked my cheek, I heard him ask, "Are you alright, Kitten?"

"Don't make sounds . . . Like that," the words left my lips before I could think and I felt my soul pleading for his touch.

Body stiffening at the thought; I lied back down on the bed; turning to my side, and curling myself into a ball with my back facing him.

I could not look at him. My emotions nearly blew up right there. "Yuna," his voice sank right into me his arm eveloped  itself over my shoulders and pull me close enough until my back was pressed up against his chest. "You should rest a little, my little Kitten."

His hand untied the ribbon at my blouse's collar; fingers lingering over my collarbones and then  to my neck, brushing my hair to the side and tainting my nape with endless and gentle pecks and kisses to ease my nerves. I shivered against the spellbinding pleasure that washed over me. "Your a pain, you know that?" The demon only hummed in agreement, before I felt his tongue slyly stroking my skin and reaching out to between my shoulder blades . "H-hey watch it!"

Upon turning around to give him an earful, I was instead pulled into a startling hug and found my face nestled into the demon's neck and our legs tangled in a mess. He had an overwhelming scent of lily flowers and a hint of rain. Furthermore, I could have sworn that I heard his heart loudly thumping. "Your an idiot," my mumbles did not go unnoticed as he placed something on top of my head.

"I love you too, but I believe jeans aren't the most decent things to sleep in," he replied sleepily, as I awkwardly reached out to the the extra pair of emerald green night wear on my head, that were the same as his. "Go on, I won't go anywhere Kitten. I will wait."

Feeling I could no longer handle him calling me with that ridiculous nickname, I slipped out of the bed and rushed to the bathroom, to take a look at myself in the mirror. I looked . . . As if I was drunk. My hair was tousled into a mess, clothes wrinkled, and lips champed and swollen slightly. What about . . . I turned around and took off my blouse, throwing it to the side leaving myself standing there in nothing but a sports bra, and tying my hair into a bun, only to lay eyes on a series of scarlet and purple patches orienting the nap of my neck. I buried my face in my hands trying to cool off my heating cheeks, but all the effort went to waste as it in fact made me redden only more. Curse that (adorable) demon. In a hast, I slipped into the oversized clothes given to me, placing my casual attire into a drawer located at corner of the bathroom, before rushing out with a new and fresh towel in hand.

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"I'm back," I spoke trying to sound uninterested as I slipped under the covers with him, but only received fading light snores from the blond-haired demon.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I slipped the towel I bought under his head and brushed back his wet bangs. He slept so soundly, it was really indeed a lovely sight. He had one hand tucked under his pillow, another resting near his face, clothes wrinkled, the first button of his shirt messily unbuckled to reveal all the red markings scattered over his collarbone leading to the side of his neck, where purple stains seemed to only become darker and eye-catching, along with the bite marks as well becoming more visible . Oh Michael, why do I feel like this? I inched closer; placed a quick peck on his nose, before tucking the bed sheets closer to him and tracing his collarbone with the tips of my fingers. "Yuna. . ." a moan left his lips as his sleeping feature stirred in a pleasing manner.

I felt my heart strings getting pulled again. Snuggling up closer to him, his hands seemed to react and pulled me closer into his embrace. "Happy Valentines Day, Satan," I whispered, nuzzling my face into his chest to drift off into dream land.

"Happy Valentine to you too, my dear Kitten."

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Meanwhile . . .

"Come on Mammon, just snap one picture! It will boost up my followers on Devilgram and get you all the money you lost in that round of poker~" cooed Asmodeus as he stayed watch at the door, while his older brother sneaked up on the two sleeping figures at the end of the room. "Faster! Lucifer might come after us anytime! Solomon won't be able to distract him forever!"

" Stop talking! Your going to wake them up!" hissed the other demon, while fumbling with D.D.D in hand. "Lets see now . . ."

A bright-blinding flash of light filled the dark room, followed by a small yelp from Mammon, who rushed out of the room in a panic upon noticing the sleeping demon shift uncomfortably. " You forgot to turn off the flash?!" Asmodeus yelled in exaggeration, with a a clearly pissed expression on his soft features, followed by a disappointed sigh. " Never mind, lets take a look at those photos."

Just like that . . . the pink-haired-demon's squeals filled the room, while fanning over the picture Mammon had taken of the sleeping couple. "This is ridiculous," complained the older demon, as Asmodeus zoomed in on the photo.

" Look at those hickeys! Ow tee-hee he, they are wearing matching clothes ; all cozy, and snuggled up!" the Avatar fanned his face dramatically. " See? I told you dear brother this is gold! Everyone on Devilgram will gossip about this like no tomorrow!"

"Ugh, do we really just have to post this? Can't we just use it to blackmail Satan or somethin?" Mammon sighed, as he walked around the kitchen, a chocolate pokey stick in mouth.

Asmodeus eyes twinkled at his older brother's words. "That's the smartest thing you've said ever since coming to Devildom, Mammon!"

. . .And Fin.

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Thanks a lot for reading this side story! Hope it reached your expectations and beyond X3
Since the main story has not gotten any scenes like this what so ever, I thought about experimenting with this side story. So yea hopefully you guys liked it. Oh! And tell me what scenes of this Valentine Special you liked!

Side note from your author : Hello I'm the writer's ghost, please call 911, cuz my vessel is losing a lot of blood due to an intense nosebleed. Thank you very much.

A/N: I- I am not used to writing such scenes so . . . So spare me. It's my first time ( Not counting what happened in chapter 3 since this chapter was far more extreme).

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