BLISS [Satan/Reader] NSFW
Request for ⏾⋆.˚ -- Pronouns ⏾⋆.˚ You/My Love
Tags/Warnings ⏾⋆.˚ Female bodied reader!, Argument with makeup sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex, cream pie, unprotected sex, biting/marking, satan using his tail for dirty things >:^), Satan is a bit of a tease, reader is a lil cock drunk, cock warming
Taglist ⏾⋆.˚ @mammonslittletreasure | @noroi-om
"You're impossible!"
The words slid from your lips before you even thought twice about it. You'd wanted to avoid an argument with your boyfriend, but you just couldn't help it this time -- if you held it in any longer you knew it would just get worse.
"Excuse me?" Satan asked, stupefied, as he came to a stand still. With his hand in yours, you also came to a stop ahead of him but refused to turn around. You were just outside of where you lived together and it was cold out. You tugged your hand but Satan didn't budge an inch or let you go even a little. "Would you care to explain?"
You clicked your tongue, turning around on him. "You! Ruined the film!"
His eyebrows furrowed and knotted together for a few moments before he let out an annoyed sigh. "It's not my fault the film was so simple that anyone could see the plot twists coming -- if you can even call them twists!"
"Is that so!?" You barked back. It was not worth arguing over, truthfully you weren't even sure you were upset about that, it was more with how smart and amazing and quick he was... maybe one day he'd realise you just weren't-- "Well I'm so sorry I'm obviously so stupid I can't see the plot and wanted to be surprised!"
Confusion covered his face, but it was quickly replaced by annoyance and anger. "Where the hell did I say that?! Tch."
"You didn't have to spoil the film for me!"
"Well maybe you should pick a better film next time!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
You ripped your hand from his grip, storming ahead of you to enter the house first -- slamming the door behind you. Instantly you felt like a child, it wasn't worth an argument over and it certainly wasn't worth behaving like this, but your pride pulled you from the door and towards your shared room. Behind you you heard the door open and close quickly, far gentler than you'd done so.
Satan didn't follow you into the bedroom and you weren't sure how you felt about that. You wanted to see him and apologise, but you also wanted him to apologise and-- gah.... You sighed deeply, slipping your dress from your body and grumbling as you hooked it onto your foot and kicked it towards the laundry basket by the door.
Unfortunately your aim was off, and just as the door opened and Satan slipped in, you accidentally covered him in the soft fabric. Satan stood there, blinking dumbly as it covered his face, his horns catching it and causing it to stick to him. You couldn't help but laugh, letting out a slight snicker which only grew as he pushed it away from his face, glaring at you.
You weren't afraid of him, perhaps that was part of the reason you felt so able to speak your mind around him. You knew that now matter how angry he was, he would never, ever hurt you. You'd always trusted him, even during the early days together when he'd not trusted himself: when he was far too scared to be alone with you in case he lost it and hurt you.
You'd proven over your long time together just how unlikely that was to him and Satan had become far more comfortable with you, gaining much better control over his own emotions in the process. Living alone together had helped it even more, with his own space and ability to be who he really was without anyone else's input, he had flourished: even if he was often overworked and exhausted, yet he seemed, too, to flourish under the conditions.
Honestly, he was the most amazing person you knew and it was difficult not to feel below average near him.
"You're not going to shout at me?" he asked, an almost bratty tone to his voice.
"Go away and shut up," you muttered, turning around. "I'm trying to change."
"Heh, as if I haven't seen you naked before. In fact last-"
"Satan!"
"Are you going to tell me what's really going on?"
"I told you!" You huffed, turning back around and marching to where he stood now at the foot of the bed. "I was looking forward to the film and you spoiled it!" You poked his chest, huffing up at him.
"I don't think that's it at all," he responded, grabbing your wrist. "But if that's what you're going to insist... then I truly am sorry, I should be better at keeping these things to myself."
You froze, your pre-emptive response dying on your tongue having not expected that at all. Now you just felt terrible -- you liked how smart he was, the way he could easily see patterns in things and figure them out all-too-easily. You knew it often bothered him, too, when he wanted to enjoy surprises in a film or a book and couldn't because he was just far too smart--
"Ridiculous demon," you huffed.
Satan's eyebrows shot up in question and his lips parted to question your meaning, only to be sealed shut as you pressed your mouth to his. His grip on your wrist tightened and he instantly tugged you closer to him. Your free hand moved up to tug at the long strands of hair sitting at the nape of his neck, biting down on his lips as he hissed in pain.
You kept waiting for him to stop you. He so enjoyed being in charge of your makeout sessions, but when he didn't, you couldn't help but press your knee against the inside of his thigh. You lifted it up to brush against his groin, and when he shuddered, you easily pushed him down on the bed.
Satan let go of you as he fell back, but you quickly crawled on top of him, pinning his hands above his head and pushing your lips back to his. You could spend hours kissing him if you were truthful, he was addictive and it had been too long since you'd just had time to enjoy each other. Any moment of intimacy recently had been far too quick, stolen moments when he was too exhausted to really spend too much time, and--
Perhaps that was part of your frustration, yet how were you supposed to tell him that you... that you missed him?
You pulled back from the kiss, licking your lips as you stared down at him. His own lips were red and swollen, his eyes heavy lidded and full of heat as he stared back up at you.
"You're so pretty," you half whined, fidgeting on top of him. Satan groaned, shifting enough that you could feel the bulge in his pants brush against your back.
"I think you should look at yourself right now," he muttered. "Are you going to let me go?"
"No," you replied simply, leaning down to brush your lips against his, before moving them down against his jaw. You knew he could so easily overpower you at any time, but you wanted to take your time and make him squirm and beg for you -- just the image of him undone like that pooled heat between your legs and you bit down on the soft skin of his neck.
Satan hissed, tensing his arms but still allowing you to keep him beneath you. You trailed kisses lower, letting your teeth rake over his skin here and there, before you reached his soft chest. You took one of his pink nipples into your mouth and sucked it, running your tongue around the edge of the sensitive nub. Satan groaned, a loud his leaving his lips as his body went taut. Your free hand moved to his other nipple, pinching it as firmly as you could.
The first sign that Satan was done being your plaything was his tail sneaking up around your legs. You'd shuddered at the tickling sensation as it grazed your skin, letting out a slight gasp as he wrapped it around your thigh. Your first mistake was letting him get away with that and not doing anything about it, because barely minutes later, he was pressing the tip of his tail against your wet panties.
You froze, snapping your head up to face him where he lay there, rosy cheeked but smirking all the same. You wanted to wipe it from his face but Satan was quicker, using his tail to push the side of your underwear aside and slip inside. A whine left your lips as he pressed his appendage against your slick folds, he was far too in control of such an unruly thing, you thought, deciding it wasn't fair for him to be able to do this, yet not wanting him to stop at all.
"Enjoying that?" he chuckled out.
"S-shut it," you huffed out, holding your breath to hold in a moan as the tip of his tail slid into you. He was careful to never use more than the tip and you were thankful considering it was not the smoothest of textures, but this little bit was hell -- not enough to satisfy, but just enough to tease and make you want so much more.
With your grip on his arms loosening, Satan quickly slipped out of your hold and rolled you both over so you were now pinned beneath his thighs. He wasted no time in ridding himself of his clothes, and you whimpered when you saw just how hard he was -- his prettily flushed cock sitting erect against a bed of blonde curls, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum already. Satan brought his hand down to his cock, giving a few quick pumps to fully coat himself and chuckling when you watched his glistening hand move up to your underwear, quickly ripping your bra and panties from you.
"Satan! I liked those!"
"I'll buy nicer ones," he responded simply, his hands kneading and squeezing your breasts as the tip of his tail continued to tease your wet entrance. He watched as the slick of himself from his hands left wet marks against your skin and he sighed softly, it wasn't enough, he needed to mark you in other ways.
Leaning down, Satan quickly bit the inside of your breast in a spot that would be difficult to hide if you wore anything that showed even a hint of cleavage. You whimpered, reaching your hands up to hold onto him.
"Stop teasing!"
"Weren't you going to take your time with me?" He smirked, licking the spot he'd just bitten. "Is it so wrong for me to enjoy my human?"
"You're being mean."
"Yeah," he chuckled, bringing his lips against your neck and biting down again. You squealed, nails digging into his shoulders and thighs pressing together as you tried desperately to keep your arousal at a low level -- you didn't want to cum just like this, but fuck, you were just so attracted and just so in love with him that--
Slowly, Satan pulled his tail out of you, only to quickly replace it with two of his fingers. A soft groan escaped your lips as he spread his fingers out to stretch you just right, in a way his tail tip had been unable to. His other hand pumped his cock again, and all too soon he removed his fingers from you. It was a testament to how impatient he was, too, usually, no matter how much time he didn't have, Satan always prepared you for his thick cock.
As he lined himself up you held your breath, not sure if you were fully ready to take him but unable to wait even a second longer. He didn't wait, either, pushing himself into you so slowly that you thought he was trying to torture you.
You writhed beneath him, whimpering and reaching out to grab whatever you could. One hand reaching for the sheets and the other gripping onto one of his horns. Satan moaned out too, his hands tight as they held onto your soft hips, his fingers almost bruising as he continued to push himself into you as far as he could.
You cried out his name as he finally filled you up, begging for him to start moving when he remained still for even a moment too long.
"I could just stay like this," he murmured, gently bringing a hand up to brush against your cheek. "You're beautiful."
"S-Satan...."
"I love when you're stuffed to the brim with me," he purred, leaning down to kiss just below your ear. "When all you can think about is me and how good I'm making you feel. Every time you cry my name I think I can't get any happier-" with a quick jerk of his hips, Satan pulled out almost all the way before slamming himself back into you. You cried out, both of your arms now tangling around his neck to hang into him as he yet again slowly pulled out, before thrusting back into you quickly. "But whenever you cum around me it's bliss," he carried on, licking and sucking at your skin. "It reminds me that you're mine and mine alone."
"O-of course I am-" you panted out, back arching as his cock hit a particularly good spot inside of you. You cried his name again, tangling your legs with his. Satan's tail had moved to wrap around your waist and his, essentially tying you both together, but each time you caught sight of the glistening tip you felt yourself heating up more. He was teasing you on purpose, keeping the pace like this so you wouldn't cum until he was ready.
"I'd be nothing without you," he paused, his words far too sweet for the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room as his pace picked up. "Absolutely nothing. A shell of a man and entirely unhappy."
"Satan...."
He smiled at you and you smiled back. Perhaps you should apologise for your earlier outburst, but as you opened your lips to do so, he thrust in at just the right angle to cause you to see stars. You gasped. "So pretty," he crooned. "I love when you get drunk on my cock."
"Ah, stop-" you huffed. "Just-"
"Just what, my love?" he smiled, brushing your hair from your sweaty face as his movements halted. You whined loudly. "Did you want something?"
"Satan!" You hissed. "Fuck it-- fuck me! More, Satan, I need more!"
"Of course you do," he replied, as if knowing what your response would have been. He adjusted his position so he could lift your legs over his shoulders and you gasped as he picked up a quick pace that stopped any and all thoughts from entering your head apart from how divinely good he felt inside of you. Apparently out of words, only grunts and moans of your names left his mouth as his hand slipped between your bodies. His fingers sought your sensitive bud, and as soon as they found your clit, he was relentless in the pursuit of your bliss. He pinched and toyed with it, his thrusts becoming sloppier as the sound of skin against skin and your heavy breaths filled the room.
"Cum for me, beautiful," he whispered, staring down at you.
You gasped -- wanting desperately to resist him just in a chance to tease him again yourself, but you found yourself unable to resist the promise of the bliss that awaited, and as your senses neared the edge of of your orgasm you let your body follow it. You came all too easily around him, a loud scream of his name falling from your throat as your body tightened around him.
Satan groaned, grunting as he gave a few messy thrusts himself before he spilled himself within you, letting your walls milk him dry. You shuddered, gasping out as you felt his cock twitching inside of you, filling you with his seed.
Exhausted, you let your body fall back onto your bed, panting heavily. Satan followed after, his hot and sweaty body collapsing on top of yours, his cock still firmly inside of you and his tail, while more relaxed, still wrapped around the pair of you. Your arms came up to wrap around him as he nuzzled under your chin like a cat, contented murmurs of your name and sighs of bliss leaving him as he placed the lightest, most gentlest of kisses against your well-loved skin.
Your hand moved up to brush through his hair.
"I'm sorry... for earlier."
"I know," he responded, sleep heavy in his voice. "So am I."
You paused.
"I just... you're so amazing, and I'm-"
"Far more precious to me than anything," he cut you off. "And also amazing, beautiful, capable of things I couldn't even dream of, strong, intelligent-- need I go on?"
"Satan.... I don't-"
"See any of that?" he chuckled, looking up at you from where he was now resting on your chest. He had a silly love-drunk smile on your lips that you couldn't help but return. "Then let me see it for you until you see yourself through my eyes, my love."
You wanted to protest, an endless list of 'what ifs' and 'buts' came to mind, but instead you just nodded. Contented, Satan snuggled back against your warm body, almost purring. You wanted to laugh at the scene, how he'd been such a demon just now, a stark contrast to just how blissed out and relaxed he was now.
"I love you," you whispered, letting your arms relax around him to hold him as your eyes fluttered shut.
"I love you, too," he responded.
It's so sweet and the makeup sex is *chef's kiss* the mutual teasing and yet mutual love and respect at the same time is just aaaahhhhh so so so good!!!!
