[NSFW] what you and satan were really getting up to before levi called
[AKA NSFW under the cut]
All green dialogue is Satan's dialogue from the game lol
"I'm done letting things get in the way of my desire for you."
Satan's candid admission had your legs wobbling and the demon practically growled at the sight, snaking an arm round your waist to tug your body against him. "mm... Y/N, come closer."
Too touch-starved to let yet another moment pass without the taste of you, Satan tugged your face into a ravenous kiss. He was sure, your body pressed firmly against his own like this, that you could feel how achingly hard he was for you already. How many long nights had he spent alone in this very same office, unable to think of anything but your touch?
As if you read his thoughts, your hand slid down his torso to palm his cock through the fabric of his dress pants.
Satan groaned audibly at your touch. "Mhm.. I love when you touch me there." He moved a large hand to cover yours, guiding you to press harder. "Keep going."
The phone rang.
Satan frowned as you pulled away, stilling your hand. "...Leave it. Kiss me, Y/N."
You didn't kiss him. Instead Satan felt all the air leave his lungs as you dropped to your knees before him. He was faintly aware of the backs of his thighs hitting the desk behind him, or his grip curl around the edge of the wood either side of him, as you unfastened his pants with practiced fingers.
Satan could have cried out as you took his neglected cock into the wet heat of your mouth. Had be been anywhere else he would have. But he was painfully aware of the fact his office door was anything but soundproof...and of the fact the phone was now on its second ring, even as you took him deep into your throat.
When the phone rang a third time, making you cease your worship of his cock and shoot him a pointed look that said 'you should probably get that', Satan was livid.
He snatched the phone off the table, a small miracle he didn't snap it in two with his grasp, and answered the call with a snap. "Who is it?! I'll kill you!!!"
"I wouldn't call if it wasn't serious, it's about the coronation!" Levi's voice, tinged with a note of panic, sung out from the other end of the line. At the same time, Satan was keenly aware of the way your deft fingers encircled his shaft lazily, as if in an attempt to soothe his rage.
Even if you were somewhat successful, Satan was still irritated."Huh? What is it, Leviathan? Shut up and talk already!"
Satan fisted a hand into your hair as wrapped a hand fully around the length of Satan's cock and began to jerk him off, your face still tantalisingly close. He did his best to listen to Levi as you swiped a thumb over his slit.
"A guest is gone!"
"What? Gone?" Satan frowned. "Thats none of my..." Satan choked back a groan as you replaced your thumb with your tongue, eagerly lapping up the pre-cum he began to leak there. He struggled to form words, watching in almost awe as you took him into your mouth again. His free hand returned to the desk for support, knuckles white as you pressed yourself further down his length.
"Thats..." The wood cracked under his grip as you reached your limit, choking on how deep you had taken him. "None of..."
Seeing his turmoil, you took pity on him. With one last bob of your throat, you popped off his cock with a noise you hoped wasn't audible enough for poor Levi to hear through the phone.
"Damn it!" Satan hissed. A devious part of you took a guilty pleasure in the way Satan's eyelids fluttered, or the hard way he swallowed before he spoke again. "I'm coming. Hang on."
Satan hung up hastily and turned his attention to you, looking almost sheepish. "Y/N, um... it seems like something's happened"
You blinked up from below him, all innocence even with his cock still out and in your face. "Five more minutes?"
If Satan was the demon of pride, maybe he would have protested at your proposed timeframe. However, Satan was not the avatar of pride and he had long since come to terms with the pathetic mess you made him.
"...Tch..." He supposed he didn't want to sound as eager as he really was to delay duty for a moment more with you. "Okay, just five minutes..."
You didn't wait for him to change his mind, and Satan didn't bother to mask his groan at the feeling of your hand returning to his shaft. Your tongue darted out, teasing the underside of his head. Satan did his best to still his desperate hips, watching with wide eyes as you dribbled spit onto his leaking tip, smearing it down the length of him with your hand before you settled your grip at the base. Satan knew what came next, but the knowledge only served to make him harder. You pressed a tender kiss to the head of his cock, hollowing your cheeks to pull him into your mouth. Satan couldn't help the way his eyes rolled back at the sensation. You took him further, deeper, until your lips met the side of the fist wrapped around him.
And then you moved. Mouth and hand in synch as if one, free hand digging into the flesh of his thigh to steady yourself. Satan knew he wouldn't last long but with your tongue teasing the underside of him and the soft sounds of your pleasure muffled around his cock, his orgasm was bearing down upon him. He was no longer able to keep his hips from stuttering or find it in him to muffle the groans rising from him.
He came hard. All the weeks of desperation spilling out of him with a vengeance. His determined human, he watched your futile attempt to swallow it all, even as he continued to pulse more and more ribbons of cum into your perfect little mouth.
When he did finally pull himself from your mouth, he reached down to wipe his cum from the edges of your lips before pulling you to your feet and into a searing kiss. A part of him triumphing at the taste on himself on you.
There were four loud knocks on Sero's door. They were sharp, the kind that promised nothing good on the other side. After a moment, they were followed by four softer ones, as if asking permission, rather than demanding to be let in.
(CW for gore/injury, let's just get that out of the way) @glass-toys
The knocks on the door surprised Sero. They didn’t sound like any of his friends. They already had keys and most of them were known to barge in without notice (except for Bakugou, who would give notice and then barge in).
Sero opened the door, not knowing who to expect on the other side.
