#jealous!solomon

“You’re wearing eyeliner” is the first thing Solomon says when he sees her walk into the room. His lips quirk downward into that cute little frown—the one that always feels more like a pout, in Kana’s opinion—and then his already-dark eyes flash with something darker than usual.

Jealousy, Kana instantly realizes, and she sighs, immediately realizing what she’s walked into.

“And now you’re sighing. Is being apart from Satan so awful?” Solomon says. 

“Sol,” Kana says slowly. “I told you this a million times. We’re friends. We had that dinner just now as friends. And—and he took me to a fancy place! I couldn’t just show up in my uniform—I had to wear—”

“Makeup? And that dress?” Solomon snaps. “You hardly dress up Kana, and now, for the first time in a month, I see you looking like this for another man? A demon, of all things? What kind of—”

Solomon stops himself before he can say anything too awful, but Kana’s sharp. She already knows what he was going to say: What kind of girlfriend does something like that? And after listening to Solomon complain about this innocent dinner for a week, having him refuse to help her get ready earlier, and now hearing him whine over the fact that Kana dared to wear eyeliner and a dress to one of the most upscale restaurants in the Devildom—she’s had enough.

“Solomon,” she snaps, crossing her arms. “I have the right to dress up whenever and for whoever I want. You being my boyfriend gives you no right to dictate—”

“I’m not dictating anything! I’m just saying that—”

“Saying that you want to control what I wear? You need to calm down, Solomon, and take a step back because—”

“And how am I supposed to do that when you look like this?” Solomon shouts.

And suddenly, Kana realizes that he’s not just jealous because she went out with Satan—he’s jealous he wasn’t invited to see her look like this.

“You—you’re always wearing jeans and T-shirts and casual stuff and—” Solomon is getting flustered now, embarrassed that the truth has come out. “And that’s fine. I love you because of it. But I don’t want other men seeing you look so…”

So enticing.

So beautiful.

So perfect.

Kana already knows what he’s going to say, so before Solomon can even pick a word (and knowing him, he’d pick many), she steps forward and kisses him. 

Solomon doesn’t kiss back at first. He seems to be surprised or upset or maybe even flustered…but after a second, the rigidity of his shoulders fades. His hands settle around the curve of Kana’s waist. His eyes shut, and Solomon kisses Kana back, long and deep, intense and passionate.

“You look divine,” he whispers against Kana’s lips. “And I know you say there’s nothing going on between you and Satan. But he’s an idiot if he can see you dressed like this and not…and not want to fuck you senseless in it.”

Kana giggles against Solomon’s lips, pulling back.

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks,” Kana says, staring sweetly into Solomon’s eyes. “Because the only one who gets to do any of that to me is you.”

Something hitches in Solomon’s breathing when she says that. 

“Kana,” he says, and the word falls from his lips intimately, like her name is something to be cherished and protected and uttered with the highest reverence. “You can’t say something like that to a man and not expect him to act on it.”

An airy laughter falls from Kana’s lips.

“Maybe I want you to act on it, Sol.” She bites her lip shyly, not used to being so forthright with him. “I had my dinner with Satan, but I always knew I’d be coming back to your room tonight. The real person I dressed up for was…”

Was you.

She doesn’t even need to say it; Solomon understands automatically. 

And when he does, the look in his eye completely changes.

“Oh,” he says, embarrassed over how much he overreacted. “Oh,” he repeats, suddenly realizing what Kana is insinuating. “Oh,” he says, abruptly realizing that this is an open invitation—and that he’d be a fool not to take it.

Immediately, his lips crash against Kana’s. His hand works its way up into her hair, styled into an elegant bun, and he tugs, undoing the folds of her black tresses to let Kana’s long hair cascade down her shoulders.

“Jump,” he orders, palms now gripping the backs of her thighs. “Jump,” he repeats, and Kana does so blindly, trusting him to the fullest as she wraps her legs around his waist while he maneuvers her into his bedroom, onto his bed, into his arms where he traps her and stares down at her with hungry, lust-filled eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Solomon says, chest rising and falling rapidly. He brushes a strand of hair behind Kana’s ear, cupping her cheek.

“Just like you,” Kana whispers back, her eyes fluttering shut as the gap between her and Solomon disappears.

Everything after that is a blur.

When Solomon said he wanted to fuck her in her dress, he meant it; Kana wore a black gown to the party today, one with a slit from her thigh to her foot, and Solomon uses that slit to give himself full access to everything that lies between her legs.

“Oh,” Kana gasps when she feels Solomon’s tongue working its way inside her. “Oh, Sol, right—right there—please don’t stop—”

But why would Solomon stop? Solomon never stops, and his mouth is working against Kana’s skin until she’s writhing and gasping and quivering under his every touch.

“Ready?” Solomon asks later with half-lidded eyes. His shirt has been stripped off and he’s unbuckling his belt, but Kana’s eyes are glued to the ornate markings that are etched into his skin, lining all the dips and curves to his muscles. Kana stares shamelessly, mind too clouded with pleasure to be shy, and her fingers trace the pact marks delicately, fingertips ghosting over the edges.

It makes Solomon shiver.

(In a good way, based on how his length pressed harder against her thigh.)

“Always, for you,” Kana says, smiling.

When Solomon starts to press inside of her, it turns out that she wasn’t, in fact, ready—but her boyfriend eases her into it, rocking his hips against her gently and lovingly, slowly and passionately. Her nails, which were previously only tracing his skin, start to dig in, leaving long scratches that make Solomon hiss, but pain gives way to pleasure the more he moves, the deeper he thrusts, the longer he’s inside.

“Fuck,” he’s still whispering an hour later when they’re both sweaty and exhausted. Kana’s dress is bunched up around her waist, the straps pushed down to expose her soft breasts, and Solomon rests his head on them, listening to the fast beating of her heart. “You’re amazing, Kana, do you know that?” Solomon presses a chaste kiss against Kana’s skin, arms wrapped around her waist. “Amazing and beautiful and perfect.”

Kana giggles sweetly, threading her fingers through Solomon’s hair.

“I’m sorry for ever doubting you.”

Kana smiles.

“But you have to wear this dress on a date with me.”

At that, Kana laughs, slapping the back of Solomon’s head.

“You’ve ruined this dress, Sol. I don’t think I can ever wear this in public.” And, frankly, even if she could wear it again, Kana’s not sure she’d be able to so much as fit the fabric over her shoulders without getting horribly wet from the memories of everything Solomon just did.

Of course, her wizard of a boyfriend seems to already know this.

“Don’t worry. I have more than enough spells to return this dress to its original condition,” he says, kissing Kana’s lips. 

“But there’s no point—”

“There’s always a point, Kana. Because after I take you out in this dress, I’m going to fuck you in it all over again.” 

(And he does.)

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Notes: This was my first time writing with an OC rather than just a reader - hope you enjoyed it! 

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