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WHB!Satan x Male!MC Son of Solomon

Yoinking this idea from the obey me universe because it just hits every time and I’m not sorry about it.♡

CW: sub!mc, some cussing, licking, biting, some possessiveness, blood, hickies, praising, spit as lube, unprotected sex, light smacking, hair pulling, horns as handlebars, not proofread because I’m tired lmao

MDNI

It didn’t take long for your attachment to Satan to grow. Despite his rough and aggressive exterior, he was kind and protective. He truly cared for you, and not simply because you’re the son of the great Solomon, he liked MC. So it came to no one’s surprise when you formed a pact with him, being able to wield his powers and have a special bond with the beautiful devil was pretty much a no brainer. Unfortunately due to your frequent battles with angels along with your continuous travels Satan had yet to see your bond mark on your body(he is not happy about it). Every time he thought he’d get the chance to have a moment alone with you to actually lay eyes on it, your party was either attacked or Ppyong and Sitri would not take a hint and give the two of you some privacy. This time it was the former that was the issue, and Satan didn’t come out of it unscathed.

The pain wasn’t an issue for him, he was strutting at the head like nothing happened despite being littered with wounds along his arms and back. You had to feign being in pain to get them to take a rest at the next inn. You felt bad telling the devils white lies considering their honesty but you needed to treat Satans wounds before your party got caught in another fight and made them deadly.

By the time you made it to a back ally inn it was dusk, it was hidden behind brick like the one you had previously been too, keeping it protected from the angels attacks. Satan asked for 2 rooms, one for you and him and one for Sitri and Ppyong, much to their dismay, but he was determined to have some time alone with you. Shutting them up as quickly as they began protesting, tossing them the keys and telling them that he wanted to talk to you in private. The four of you split off, Sitri and Ppyong in the first room on the left, and yours and Satan’s at the end, the last room on the right. As soon as you stepped over the threshold you got to work dropping your pack on the nearest chair and getting out medical supplies you had collected for when someone in your party got hurt.

“Did you get us to stop just so you could patch me up?” he chuckled. You glanced back at him with a scowl, he may enjoy pain but anymore wounds and he’d be on death’s door. “They need to be patched up whether you like it or not, You need to survive if you want to be king of hell when this is all over don’t you?” He shrugged and sat at the head of the bed, slowly peeling the layers of clothing off his upper body, shit eating grin still plastered on his face. You climbed up to join him, ointment and gauze in tow and straddled his thighs, His hands naturally gravitating to your hips giving them a gentle squeeze as you got to work. He silently watched you work, concentration etched in your brow. Solomon was an excellent magician, strong enough to form contracts with 72 demons and 4 kings, but his greatest feat led to your existence. He was so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed you had finished until you started getting up.

He tightened his grip on your hips slightly trying to keep you in place. “I’ll come back i promise, I’m just putting this stuff back in my pack” you said with an airy chuckle. At your promise he released your hips from his grasp, already craving the contact again. He craved the physical contact with you, always wanting to have a hand on you, whether it was resting on your lower back while walking the streets of Gehenna, an arm draped across your shoulders, or a hand on your ass, he needed it like he needed air. You quickly changed into more comfortable clothes and climbed back onto Satan’s lap, he immediately put his hands back on your hips and smiled. “It’s nice getting to be alone again, finally, It felt like it was never going to happen again.” He spoke with a deep rumbling chuckle. You brushed your hands through his fluffy hair, carefully avoiding his horns. “I know, I love Sitri and Ppyong but not every endeavor needs all four of us.” You giggled, eyes still focused on his hair.

When you looked down and met his eyes they were practically sparking, you so easily got lost in those eyes. “Hey, since we’re finally alone…can I see the pact mark? Hide it from me any longer and I’ll think you regret it.” Another chuckle reverberated in his chest. still not breaking eye contact. “Oh, uh y-yeah sure.” You stuttered out, suddenly feeling nervous under his warm gaze. You broke eye contact and pulled your t-shirt over your head, revealing his sigil tattooed on your chest, right over your heart. He was mesmerized, seeing his mark over your heart, proof that you were his in bold font. He slowly brought his had up and lightly brushed his fingers over it, when he came into contact with the mark it lit up with a soft red glow. His eyes lit up in turn, he glanced up at your eyes and when he saw them glowing red as well the thought for a moment that he must be dreaming. “Holy shit.” He spoke in almost a whisper, “you’re gorgeous.” His words immediately caused you to flush all the way up to your ears, embarrassment forcing you to break eye contact.

The moment you turned away he buried a hand in your hair on the back of your head. You turned to look at him in surprise, but the moment you did he pulled you in and your lips collided. It was gentle and loving at first, but the heat between your bodies and his hand in your hair fueled the fire. Your hands found his chest, trying to support yourself against his pull, his other hand still on your hip squeezed, no longer using a light touch. In turn you brought one hand up to his hair, lightly tugging the strands in encouragement, causing hims to let out a soft groan into your mouth before he broke away. Your were both panting, warm breath mingling between you. He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he was making his way down, kissing, licking, nipping gently at your flushed skin making his way down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, sucking on the skin. “One mark not enough for you, my king?” You teased, simultaneously leaning your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

He let out a rumbling growl at your words, speaking into your skin, “never enough, need to show everyone you’re mine, my pretty boy.” You let out a quiet gasp and then a soft moan at his words coupled with him biting down in the same spot, breaking the skin. Blood trickled down your neck and shoulder and he immediately began licking it up, the sting of his tongue caressing the fresh bite mark causing you to twitch and pant in his lap, but he didn’t let up. He continued licking and sucking and biting down to chest, moving his hand down to the small of your back, leaning you back and holding you there, giving him full access to your chest. He flattened his tongue on your skin and licked over the mark, the glow lighting up his flushed face. How could this man call you pretty, when he was the epitome of beauty, flushed and panting into your heated flesh, practically devouring you, he rivaled even the angels. You were quickly broken out of your thoughts when he bit down over the pact mark the soft red glow matching the crimson now dripping down your chest, ripping a moan from your throat. He promptly licked it up with a smirk on his lips.

You tugged his hair and began grinding your hips in his lap in retaliation, causing him to moan. You were quickly losing patience, craving more stimulation, the bulge in your sweat pants becoming embarrassingly obvious, but he wasn’t looking any better. You leaned back harder against his hand, attempting to get him to lay you down so you could remove your pants, but he wasn’t letting up. He continued sucking and biting all over your body, littering you with marks despite your soft moans and the trusting of your hips. “Satan, p-please- fuck!” He growled into your neck, biting down one last time before finally laying you down and stripping both of you down the rest of the way. “So impatient.” He chuckled and flipped you over onto your stomach. He leaned over your body and brought two of his fingers to your mouth, resting his fingertips on you bottom lip. “Suck.” He ordered and you promptly obeyed swirling your tongue around and between his fingers, coating them in your saliva. “That’s a good boy.” He purred in your ear. Your body twitched again at his words, playfully biting his finger tips before he removed them from between your lips and promptly pushed inside of you ripping another moan from your throat. He alternated between scissoring thrusting and curling his fingers inside of you, stretching you out and prepping you for his length. “If you moan any louder Sitri is going to hear and want to join us.” He chuckled in your ear. “If you don’t hurry up and fuck me then I might just call him over to do it.” You threatened with a smirk, A growl ripped through his throat, rumbling in his chest and against your back at the threat. Before you had a chance to process the loss of contact he pulled his fingers out and picked you up, back pressed to his firm chest again. You were now sitting in his lap on the edge of the bed in front of a full length mirror.

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look into the mirror as he thrusted into you, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of finally being filled, eyes fluttering before they were shocked open again at a gentle slap to your cheek. “Eyes open gorgeous.” He practically purred into your ear and he bounced you on his cock. “See all those marks on you? Those are proof that you’re all mine, no one else is allowed to touch you like this, you’re my pretty boy, no one else’s.” You could do nothing but nod at his words, all your focus was on watching yourself being fucked in the mirror and quieting your moans that threatened to alert the whole inn as to what Satan was doing to you. You were so lost in the pleasure, rolling your hips in time with his thrusts, begging for climax, you reached your hand back to his horns, when you took his horn in your hand and began rubbing the base with your thumb, he moaned and gripped the base of your cock simultaneously, rubbing his thumb over your dribbling tip in time with your caresses on his horn. He mindlessly bucked into your heat, and your eyes rolled back again. “I’m so close, fuck please please-” You didn’t know what you were begging for but you needed more, just a little bit more-” He bit down on your shoulder again and that’s all it took to send you careening over the edge with a moan of pure ecstasy. He followed moments after with a growl and a few more hard thrusts, teeth still buried in your shoulder your blood dribbling down your shoulder and his chin. You moved your hand from his horn, burying it in his hair, now damp with sweat, still panting. He in turn released your shoulder from his mouth, licking up the blood again before slowly pulling you off his length causing you to whimper watching how cum drip out of you.

You giggled and kissed his still flushed cheek, “I take it you like the pact mark then?” He chucked and turned his head to kiss you softly on the lips before laying you back against the pillows “I love it, it looks real good on you.” He spoke, his voice hoarse and gravelly before getting up yo get a wet towel to clean you up. When he returned he was holding a wet towel and the ointment you used on his injuries for your bite marks, “let’s get you cleaned up pretty boy.” He wiped you down with a gentle touch, being careful around the bite marks. He finished wiping you down and put the ointment on your bite marks, before throwing it all to the side, and pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your head and burying his nose in your hair. You quickly drifted off to sleep with a soft hum, ready for the next day with your beautiful devil.

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