Obey Me! One Shots & Scenarios [Shall We Date?]

Under the Table: Satan x [A] Reader 🍋

      "Satan? You good?".

      "Y-Yeah I'm fine, I just burnt my tongue a little".

      Lies spilled out of Satan's mouth as his actions caught the attention of others at the dinner table. His right fist was clenched on his lap while his left hand covered his mouth. His toes curled in his socks, struggling to keep quiet. Mammon chuckled softly, looking back his plate, "Wuss". Satan frowned slightly at his comment but otherwise ignored his older brother.

      The source of Satan's odd behavior was a certain someone doing certain things under the table. You claimed to feel unwell earlier that evening, so your absence at dinner was thought nothing of. The table cloth was just long enough to disguise yourself sucking off the blonde. You weren't in any kind of relationship, if anything you two were just friends with benefits. There is clear sexual tension, but this is the farthest you've gone beside excessive teasing.

      The soft slurping noises were drowned out by the clang and chatter amongst the demons. Your tongue swirled around the head then poked at the small slit, dripping hot precum. You knew the avatar of wrath was ready to burst at any moment and awaited the embarrassing moans to destroy the demon's dignity. But Satan was holding back longer than you expected, his legs and manhood twitched frequently, but no climax.

      While you were focused on pleasuring Satan, Mammon's foot stretched out and accidentally kicked your back. You pulled the throbbing dick out of your mouth and quickly looked over your shoulder at Mammon's leg. Oh god, someone caught me under here! You're not only risking Satan's dignity, but also you own if someone found you before Satan released.

      Above the table, Mammon's eyes widened then quickly narrowed at Satan. Satan caught his gaze and watched as Mammon looked down at the table then back up, indicating he knew someone was under there. Satan pressed a finger to his lips to tell Mammon to remain quiet for once. The elder brother mouthed the word "Who?" in response. Satan hesitantly mouthed your name, knowing it would piss Mammon off and potentially blow your cover. Mammon grit his teeth and gave you another quick kick.

To your surprise, the next kick was on purpose. Mammon was fiddling with his boxers, trying to pull his limp cock out discretely. You reached over and gently placed his hand on top of Mammon's fingers. Without hesitation, the grudge-filled demon pulled his hand away and allowed you to release his member. Mammon will probably rat us both out if I don't give him what he wants. I better not let Satan find out about this. You sat between both male crotches, stroking their manhoods at a quick pace. As Mammon's member started to harden, You wrapped your lips around the center of his shaft. You hollowed out his cheeks, creating suction as you slowly pulled the cock out of you mouth.

Satan missed the warmth of your mouth around his length as only your hand pleasured his shaft. Until he saw Mammon visibly shivering in delight did he realize what was going on. Although you and Satan weren't officially together, your attraction to one another was undeniable to the others. How dare he try to steal you away from him at a time like this? Mammon was the snitch of the century, Satan knew he had to bite his tongue to keep his secret.

Once you felt that the greedy demon was satisfied for the time being, you reunited your lips with Satan's dick. You kissed and nursed on the blonde's shaft more passionately, this was the only dick you wanted at the sausage party. A small gag escaped your throat and Satan quickly coughed to cover your lewd noises from below.

"You sure you're doin' okay there, Satan?". You could hear the teasing tone in Mammon's voice. "Mammon, don't you have a few failing grades to work on?". You turned around, still holding Satan's cock, and nipped at Mammon's tip. He squeaked and covered his mouth with a his hand. Mammon quickly tucked his dick back into his pants. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him from the end of the table. The avatar of greed laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck. "Heh, I'm not failing anythin'! Especially since Y/n has been helping me study for the past few weeks". Mammon gave Satan a smirk who opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Lucifer. "We will have to see about that".

"Wait, where is Y/n?", Beel inquired, glancing at the various faces around the table with crumb-covered cheeks. Satan bit his lip and quickly spoke up. "Y/n, um, feels ill at the moment. And I will check up on them soon". "Gotta check on your lover privately, huh?", Asmo teased with his head resting on his as he looked at Satan's flushed face. "Y/n is not my lover". That sentence struck a cord in your heart. Despite the teasing, nudges, and hours cuddled together in conversation, Satan refused to view as anything more than a friend. You tried to keep the same mindset and ignore any romantic feelings stirring up, but come on, you're blowing this guy under the table and you're not supposed to feel some type of way about him?

      "Ooh I see, you're in the denial stage. You know, all this time you spend in denial is time you could've been loving all over Y/n... Unless you're already busy with that", Asmo smirked with a wink. Satan quickly looked away and sighed. "I don't know what you're talking about". This small talk between the brothers went on for a few minutes until the demons slowly started to get up from their seats and return to their rooms. Satan was able to keep his composure for the duration of dinner, much to your surprise. When the last demon left the table, Satan sighed and lifted up the tablecloth to peer down at you. He smiled adoringly at the sight of you gripping his hard on with doe eyes meeting his own.

      "You're gonna get an earful from Mammon later", you said. "Yeah, sorry you had to do that". You shrugged and smiled lightly, "It's fine. So, um, I guess I couldn't really finish you off, heh". Satan pulled his cock out of your hands and tucked it back into his trousers. "Care to finish in my bedroom?", the avatar of wrath asked with a sultry smile. You forced a smile and bit the inside of your cheek. "Um, how about another time? Me feeling unwell isn't entirely untrue". Satan looked at you curiously; how could you blow him like that and still feel ill? He decided against questioning you. "Ah, no worries. Shall I bring you to your room?", the blonded asked as he pushed back in his chair and offered his hand to you. You crawled out and stood up on your own, ignoring his gesture. "N-No thank you, I'll see you tomorrow Satan". Satan watched you walk away on your own, confused by your sudden change in disposition.

Was it something I said?

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1212 words
This got extra juicy and a little angsty oh mai-
~ C