Obey Me Smut-shots

He Who Holds the Ladder 💚

A/N: Satan x Playful CisFem Reader

C/W: A closet (and all the 'lovely' bits of having sex in one), Penetrative Sex, Creampie, One reference to Satan being a furry, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Fellatio, Teasing, Monopoly

"Okay, I'll put this one on a higher up shelf." You shuffled around him in the narrow space. Thank you for getting the stepstool for me, Satan."

"Mm. You are quite welcome. I enjoyed game night, especially Monopoly." He turned on the overhead lamp.

You looked up at his evil grin before beginning to climb. "Yikes! You really are a demon~." He snickered in return. He'd miraculously won earlier. You were first to go bankrupt.

You looked down from the ladder, hand on the back rail and bent over. If you went to the top step, you wouldn't be able to use the back rail anymore. He glanced up at you and looked away to put his face in shadow. You hummed.

"What is it?" he asked.

You looked up to hide your growing smirk. The shelf was still out of reach. "I can't reach the shelf from here, but the railing ends down there~"

Your obviously fake pouty tone got him. "You can use the wall to support you."

"I was thinking you could just hold me as I put it up there. I'll have to go on my tip toes at this point..." You didn't like how short you were, but maybe this could go well in giving you some alone time with the serious demon.

He put a hand on either side of your back as you went to the highest step. You went to your toes for a second and pretended to stumble. "C-c... can you please put your hands a little lower?"

He moved to your hip, skirt crumpling up. You glanced down at him. He was blushing! He saw your face and looked away, a little outraged by your antics. "Here's good."

"Nope, nope, lower. I need help with my balance this high~~" You grinned at the shelf, just barely within reach. "You don't want me to fall, now..."

"O-of course not..." He moved his hands to your upper thighs, underneath your skirt. Was he beginning to reciprocate your flirting, you wondered. "Here?"

"Mhm! Get a good grip, okay." You went on your tip toes and pushed the Monopoly on top of Sorry! with your fingertips. Your legs almost wavered, but he was actually holding you firmly. You fwooshed your skirt upwards a little as you went back down. It caught on something. You turned your head.

Satan's head was underneath the pleats. He was completely frozen.

Instantly breaking into an incredulous smile, you wiggled back a little. "Enjoying the sight, Satan~? You can let me down now."

You could feel the cogs in his brain start working again. His grip moved up your thigh, tightening. You bit a lip. Being up so high was making you a little nervous. Your heart wouldn't stop beating, and you hoped he didn't see you getting wet, either. The fabric rustled on his hair as he slowly removed his head from your skirt. Your face grew warm. You wondered what happened when he lost composure.

His eyes were sharp, focused, almost glowing with determination. You subconsciously licked your lip. "You think we're just gonna leave like that? You'll just leave me like that?" His head moved up slowly, like you'd run with the grip he had on you, and bit the outside of your skirt, tugging it over the curves of your butt.

You were entertained. "Of course not." One forearm supporting you on the shelf, you unbuttoned the side of your skirt with your hand and unzipped it. It began to slide off. "Can I come down, though?"