#originally this was supposed to be like 1k but it doubled ahhdfff

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

The Book - Satan x Reader (Explicit)

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Springtime cleaning is never easy for Satan; this year might be a little different.

Made for my 800 followers celebration ❤! I wanted to thank all my Obey Me stans who have stuck around, even if I haven't written for the fandom in a while. This one is for you sweethearts, I hope you all enjoy 💕💕💕

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When you had offered to help Satan clean his room, it was under the assumption that you would actually be able to clean anything.  

"Don't touch that! It's a first edition !"  

You sighed, putting the book back down on a dangerously growing tower of paper.  

"Satan, I need to touch the books to be able to store them."  

A light blush covered the blonde's cheeks as he frowned, moue partially hidden by the enormous pile of books in his arms.   

"I know that," he mumbled. "I'm just… protective of them." He placed them down gently, taking the tome on top with near reverence before placing it on one of his shelves. "I've had some of these for millennia."  

You tried to imitate his gesture, grabbing a book of the floor as delicately as you could, almost dropping it when Satan made an outraged exclamation: "No, no, not that one !"  

He was at your side in an instant, removing the book from your grip and caressing it like a hurt child. "You can't just grab any book you see. This is an opus of dark magic, just opening it could have killed you."  

You backed away a little, eyeing the book cautiously: "Got it."  

You stood unsurely as he placed it in another bookshelf, fidgeting. "Why did you tell me to come if I can't even touch half of what's in here ?" you asked.  

The blush came back to his pale cheeks, and he looked at the floor in embarrassment: "I just thought you would make good company."  

"I see," you commented pensively, sitting down on his work chair. "And, pray tell, what kind of company did you have in mind ?"  

His face went scarlet as he garbled indignantly: "What- I had no such thing in mind! My intentions were as pure as they could have been !"  

You laughed and he honest to God pouted, looking like the world's tallest angry kitten.  

"Funny thing for a demon to say, don't you think ?"  

"You shouldn't tease me like that," he scowled, leaning against your chair. "I can get pretty mean, you know? I'm not the Avatar of Wrath for nothing."  

You tugged on his tie playfully, bringing his lips a hair away from yours.  

"I could use a reminder."  

His eyes glowed with something dark, and he stayed silent for a moment before pulling a book from behind you, laying it in your lap.  

"This one. This one you can touch."  

You took it, unsure of what he wanted you to do, caressing the spine gently. It was ancient, the corner of each page marked by time and wear, faded stains imprinted into the hardened leather. The title was hard to decipher, the golden calligraphy almost entirely washed off. You knew very little demonish, but it was clear the language it was written in wasn't from this realm. It was a human book.  

"Be careful with it," Satan whispered against your ear, giving a warm kiss to your nape. "I could sell Mammon online and it wouldn't even come close to covering its cost."  

You hummed, holding the book tightly as he gently sucked on your neck, teeth sinking into the skin. "Page 134," he said simply, breath warm against the bruise he had just left.  

You let out a low moan as you tentatively opened the book, his mouth back on your pulse. Your fingers trembled slightly against the pages as his hands went down your shirt and into your bra, cupping your chest possessively. You glanced down at the book as it sat almost forgotten in your lap, focusing on it long enough to realize something. "Satan," you started, breath hitching as his fingers pinched your nipples playfully, "I can't read this."  

"You can't read Latin? A little disappointing," he smirked, hands nimbly detaching your bra. He hummed appreciatively as your breasts were freed, sinking to his knees to get on their level. "How about now ?"  

You looked down, finding the letters morphing into English right under your fingers. "Better," you breathed out.  

You quickly found the page as his warm mouth sucked on your right breast, bitting down a moan. His tongue moved with purpose around your nipple, its sandpaper-like texture between painful and impossibly pleasurable.  

"Wrath," you started reading in a shaky voice, "from Latin ira, also known as rage or fury, is described as an uncontrollable feeling of anger towards the self or others. I-It was birthed from the bleeding heart of the fallen angel Lucifer as he… tore apart his own wings, enraged with his Father."  

Mouth still on you, he pulled down your pants, fingers lightly pushing your underwear to the side in the same loving way he handled his books. You hissed when he fondled your clit, not missing the pleased look in his eyes. "You're doing great," he said against your breast, his breath teasing your sensitive nipple.  

You tried to focus on the words, but your sight was getting hazy as his fingers worked your pussy with practiced ease.  

"The raw… the raw energy of that hatred took physical form, materializing into the tangible world….as a creature of pure fury. Satan."  

He pulled off your chest with a loud pop, emerald eyes watching you playfully: "You called?"  

You smiled down at him, one of your hands going to his hair to pet it, and he leaned hungrily into the touch. While he was distracted, you kept going:  

"For centuries, the demonic child ran wild, feeding off Lucifer's hate and devouring the faith of humankind, plunging many into despair."  

"'Despair'?" he almost grinned, his fingers toying with the growing wetness between your legs. "Tell me, does this make you feel despair ?"  

Two fingers were suddenly shoved into you, and you cried out in surprise, almost dropping the book. You melted into the chair as he started moving them, fast and sharp. He licked a patch of skin inside your thigh, and you trembled, moaning wantonly.  

"Keep reading."  

"Satan…" you complained, your legs weakly crossing around him. He added a third finger, accelerating the pace, and your eyes fluttered close.  

"Darling," came the low voice from under you in a warning tone, "the book won't finish reading itself."  

You could have thrown the damn book out the window. You tried your best to get the next words out, the tip of his fingers finding the perfect spot and interrupting you every few seconds.  

"It was said -ah- that… one look from his many eyes… w-would burn your skin, destroying y-your very flesh."   

Your nails dug into your thighs as you felt your orgasm coming, heat pooling into your stomach.  

"Look at me."  

And you did. He looked so perfect like this, hair messy, between your legs, and yet so very much in control. His eyes were dark, bottomless, the pupils slanted like an animal's as he roughly worked in fingers into you, and you remembered in that moment what he truly was.  

You came, hard, riding the wave of pleasure on his hand. You panted as you slowly came down the high, his digits gently pulling out of you. He lapped at them seductively, making sure you watched him lick off your juices. You made a whining sound, and he laughed.

"See? Aren't I mean ?"

You laughed breathlessly, pulling him back up to kiss him. His lips met yours, tongues interlocking lazily. You pulled away first, still spent, a sting of saliva sloppily connecting his lips to yours.

"I dunno," you objected teasingly, "I thought that was pretty nice of you."

His eyes glowed at the challenge, and you yelped as he took you in his arms, sitting on the chair himself and planting you on his lap.  

"Page 135."

You stared at him incredulously, and he nodded pointedly to the book still held tightly against your chest.  

"You're not serious."  

"Why, I do believe I am," he smirked, making it a point of undoing his belt noisily. "Don't you think it's a riveting story? We might as well finish it." He pulled out his pants slightly, letting his clothed cock spring out under the fabric of his boxers. You swallowed with difficulty.

"He became so powerful," you croaked out as he stroked himself, "he surpassed his now fallen angel brothers in pure force, until one faithful day, h-his anger turned from humankind to the dark prince of hell."

You eyed him disbelievingly and he only smiled smugly, long fingers working his length rhythmically.  

"You fought Diavolo ?"

He breathed out a laugh, flashing his pointed canines, and you felt your insides throb: "Water under the bridge now." 

He pulled his cock, the thick tip of the member covered in pre-cum, and your hips moved almost automatically at the sight.  

"Back in the day," he said, and something beneath the obvious lust sounded nostalgic in his voice, "most of my emotions weren't really mine. I only attacked humans because Lucifer blamed them for what happened to Lilith." His hands gently went to your sides, stroking the skin there absentmindedly. "When Lucifer was forced to become Diavolo's pet, his anger shifted towards him. And so I came to kill Diavolo."

Your expression softened, and you brought your fingers to his cheeks, caressing them softly.  

"I'm sor-"  

"Shh, don't apologize. It's why my feelings for you mean so much to me," he smiled, bringing you up to line your warmth with his dick. "Are you ready ?"

You nodded, giving him a sweet kiss, and he pushed into you, groaning. You bit your lips at his size, but his hands held you firmly in place, clutching your hips even as you finally took all of him. You could see he was trying to regain control of himself, his breathing labored as little desperate sounds came out of his mouth.

"K-keep reading."

You took the book smushed between the two of you with shaky hands.

"The battle t-that ensued shook the e-earth and the heavens..."

He lifted you up, slowly, before bringing you back down on his cock, and you almost cried out at the feeling.

"S-satan, maddened with power-ah-, fought the prince of hell like a rabid d-dog."

He picked up the pace, moving you with inhuman strength as you could do nothing but stand like a ragdoll. You felt him pulsate inside you with each thrust, the words getting harder and harder to read.

"B-but his efforts were in vain -please, please fuck me- and h-he was slain right -ah- where he stood-!" you stammered incoherently, spreading your legs wider so he'd reach even deeper.

His hips pistoned into you one last time, hitting your most sensitive spot, and you came undone, tears welling up in your eyes. Somewhere you registered the book falling onto the floor, but you couldn't care less, eyes shutting close in the ripple of pleasure. A few more thrusts into your tightened pussy and Satan came, muffling a loud whine by harshly biting your shoulder. You felt him fill you as you slumped against him, drained. He kissed the reddened spot in apology before whispering in your ear.

"You did great."

You let out a tired sound of agreement, lights still flashing inside your eyes. He bent down slightly, holding your limp body with a firm hand as he picked up the book off the carpet.

"I do wish you had taken better care of this though."

You glared at him as he handed it back to you with a small laugh: "I'm joking."

You hoisted yourself up on weak legs, cum immediately running down your thighs. "You're lucky you're better at sex than at jokes."

He winced playfully in mock hurt, grabbing a tissue to gently wipe your legs. "You had a sentence left," he reminded you gently.

You opened the book again, finding the line where you had left off as he pulled his pants back up. 

"But our Sins can never truly die," you read, "and so he came back to hell as a demon, finding a place as one of the prince's hellish generals alongside his six sinful brothers, forever keeping humanity... from true happiness."

He got up, leaving a praising kiss on your forehead before closing the book and putting it back on its shelf. "That's the story," he finally said with his back to you. "What did you think ?"

You stayed pensive for a moment, silent, mind stuck on those last few words. True happiness. "I think," you started, "that they were wrong about that last part."

He looked back at you, something surprised in his verdant eyes.

"How so?"

You smiled at him.

"You make me truly happy."