The Boyz smut collection

Q : An angel for a demon Pt3

"I'm going out to pick up some food and stuff, do you want to come along?" you heard him ask. You had your legs up
against the wall, your back on the bed, and a magazine in your hands. The women on the pages had you gushing, on
the verge of hypnotization. You swore if you looked at those infatuating pictures one minute longer, you'd be
swallowed whole by them.
When you had worked your way through some science books and were still hungry for more to read, Changmin had
brought you some magazines, mostly about fashion but also gossip and lifestyle tips. Turns out letting a clueless angel read about what's supposed to be good for women was not a smart idea. Up in the clouds, from where you
used to watch earth's women, they had all looked equal to you - beautiful, intelligent, and capable. Now, down in the reality of it all, things appeared much more complicated. Which angel could have known it took diets, workout
routines, anti-aging creams and the perfect outfit for your body type to be viewed the same way you had always
looked at women from above? And most importantly, how did any woman manage to uphold all these expectations the magazines named? It was all too much and seemingly impossible. Abruptly, you were pulled out of your train of
thoughts.
"YIN? Did you hear me?" he asked, peaking his head through the door. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," you said, putting down the magazine on your chest. "No, I'd like to stay here."
"Alright." he said. "Would you like me to bring you anything from the store?"
He walked over to you and sat on the bed. His hands softly brushed over your hair, down your cheek and neck, barely touching your collarbones. He was in his black, intimidating clothes, per usual, but his eyes held nothing but fondness for you.
"Actually, maybe there is something," you said. "Look." You picked up the magazine and pointed at the page.
"Can you buy me a dress like this one? They say it would fit me best. And could vou get some makeup for me? I don't
know much about it, but maybe you-" you said. Usually, he was one to listen carefully to every of your words, as if you were the most interesting person he had ever met. This time, he interrupted you.
"Stop. Where is this coming from?" he asked. " want you to forget all those things you've read in those magazines, okay?"
You were confused, thinking you were learning by reading those articles. Gently, he caressed your face. "You know I'll buy you anything in the world, right? But only if that's what youwant. Everything they tell you to do, everything they tell you to buy, it's brainwashing. You will wear whatever dress you find pretty, and if you want to wear makeup, that's fine. But you will only do those things if you want to do them, okay? There's nothing you need to change about vourself."
"But they say you need to start early to get a nice body, and to prevent aging," you said. "They say men will admire
me "
"We're immortal, my angel," he said. "And even if we weren't, what's wrong with growing old? Wouldn't you want the traces of your experiences to be visible on your skin? Those companies, they all just want your money and so they try to scare you into believing you're not good enough. But truth is, you always are. All those times people tug on their skin in front of a mirror, or whenever they break a sweat trying to lose weight, or when they compare themselves to those who look different from them - they're already good enough. They're perfect. This worlds wantsyou to never be at peace with who you are. But you need to promise me you won't succumb to those nonsensical
tactics to make you hate yourself. And don't you ever wait for a man to give you approval. That's your job and your
job only."
You listened, wide-eyed and intrigued. No magazine could ever speak so honestly, and you believed every word he said. After all, you trusted him much more than some random author of an article that was trying to sell you the
latest weight loss-magic-powder.
"Okay, I promise." You sat up and leaned your head against his shoulder. "I've never even really thought about it, but I think I'm pretty."
"Not thinking about it might just be the best way to go about it in this world," he said, and placed a kiss on your
forehead. The feeling of warmth lingered on your skin seconds after he had already pulled away.
"I change my mind, then," you said, "Do you think you can get me a dress like this?"
You showed him a different picture this time. It showed a lot more skin than the one you had pointed out before.
You only realized this when he was already smirking at your choice.
"I'll see what I can find," he said. "That's an interesting option, angel."
"Hey! I just like the color, alright?" you defended yourself, making him chuckle. Over the course of four weeks, you had come to know his insinuations and his little jokes better. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the incredible sensation his eyes on you gave you. When he goggled at you because you had decided to wear his shirt for a day, or the way he watched you welcome him with open arms when he came home.
You now understood that certain words or actions, or even just an article of clothing - or lack thereof - could conjure an insatiable hunger in his eyes. At first, it was a little scary, having a demon stare you down as if he wanted to eat you up. But now that you knew what his hands felt like on your skin, and that his lips were made for much gentler
actions than to hurt you, you wanted nothing more than to coax the starving demon into playing with you, any chance you got. And perhaps that dress in the catalogue would do just that, and not only bring you joy. It was a win-
win, really.
"I'II be back in the afternoon," he said. "Don't miss me too much."
"You know I always do," you said.
"I'll give you all the missed attention when I get home, alright?" he said, bending down to your ear. "You can have whatever you want, then."
To be honest, half of the time you didn't know what you wanted him to do. But with every time his hands explored
your body you learned more. There were so many things humans did to make each other feel good, you doubted
you'd ever be able to try everything. His promise made you wish he was already back home when he had barely
stepped out of the door. One last grin and nod and he left you alone.
What did angels do on a Saturday noon? Usually, you'd be patrolling your village, entertaining yourself by watching children play tag, admiring lovers walking hand in hand or discovering a family that had just adopted a small animal.
Their human eves shined when the felt hanniness and it was infectious to vou You wanted to send your blessing to all of them, make sure they never felt anything but delight, but you knew that wasn't how business worked down there. Some things were even out of your control. Now, on earth, you were ready to take whichever hardships were to come if it meant you could have been with your demon lover.
You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had only gotten up an hour ago. Last night, you had been kept awake for
long. He was untiring when he was between your legs. You had learned that he didn't need nearly as much sleep as
you did, and when he set his mind to making you come by his administrations, he didn't waver to do so. But losing sleep in exchange for pleasure was okay with you. Time became meaningless, either way, when you had your face buried in a pillow, tears threatening to spill over from how good he made you feel. Sometimes he made you come while sitting in his lap, then you'd cling to him like a baby and muffle your whimpers by pressing your lips against the
skin of his shoulder. He loved telling you 'Look at me right when you were falling. It was hard to keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head or not to collapse in his arms, but for him you would try your best. Often you found your thoughts lingering on the memory of his gaze when you came apart under his touch. It had something of fascination and protectiveness, and you'd never get enough of it.
Great, now you wanted him again. And he wasn't here. How had you gotten this way? On occasion you wondered if
one of the other angels had already spotted you and the sins you were committing. You wouldn't call them sins now, or ever again. It wasn't like you wanted to adapt to a demon lifestyle. But you felt at home for the first time, here on earth. It was the perfect grey zone between heaven and hell.
As an attempt to appease your needy mind, you picked up your magazine again. Just because you shouldn't believe
everything they said didn't mean you shouldn't have read it at all, right? You flipped through articles on fitness and
the newest fashion, but after skimming the pages for only a few seconds, you were done with those tips. He wanted
you because of who you were - an angel - and you doubted than any beauty routine could make him more obsessed
with you than he already was. But then you read something most curious to your angel eyes. 'How to make him feel
best - tips from a porn star'the title said. Whatever in the heaven a porn star was, they seemed to be some sort of
expert on pleasuring men, and you, always eager to learn something new, were intrigued from the very first word.
But soon you had to admit, you weren't at all sure what they were referring to with those words and actions. When
you and your demon boyfriend had sex, he usually did most of the work, while you took whatever teasing or pleasure
he inflicted on you. He had said he liked it this way, but now you weren't so sure. Or was this '10 things to do become a blowiob-pro'- list iust another attempt of society to brainwash women? You weren't one to initiate talk
about sexual stuff, but maybe you'd try to question him on the meaning of what you had read.
You flipped another page and finally you had arrived at a page you could work with. It was a bunch of comfort food
recipes. Right away you fell in love with the picture of the freshly baked cinnamon rolls in the top right corner.
Changmin had promised you to teach you how to cook, but so far you hadn't made much progress. The difficulty
level read beginner, and five minutes later you stood in the kitchen. With some music in the background your
enthusiasm only sparked more. Baking was new and came with slight overwhelmingness and the stress of making
sure you weren't forgetting to add any ingredient. But the Christmassy scent of cinnamon and the feeling of making
something from scratch made you happy, and with rapt attention you finished your first completed recipe ever. You wiped some flour off your forehead. Hopefully Changmin would like the cinnamon rolls too, because as tasty you found your creation, there was no way you were able to devour them all by yourself. As if on cue, you suddenly
heard the key slide into the lock of the front door. Probably prompted by the heavenly scent, he called your name.
"Here," you answered, mouth full of a bite of cinnamon roll. When he walked in, he already had his famous smirk on his face. It was your favorite. You knew it was reserved only for you.
"What did you make?" he asked. But he had his answer when he saw the baked goods in front of you. He set down
the bags and put his arms on your waist from behind. With a hum, you lifted the cinnamon roll to his lips, and he
took a bite. He almost moaned at the taste and you grinned.
"Do you like them?" you asked, already knowing the answer but still awaiting more praise. You squealed a little at
how quickly he spun you around. His nose touched yours and your heartbeat raced.
"It's like they came with you straight from heaven," he said. "Hmm... I missed my angel."
His lips when he kissed you tasted like sugar and spice and you melted straight into his touch. You only noticed he
had run his finger over the gooey leftover icing when it was already too late. He was a demon after all. And if demons
were good at one thing, it was causing mischief.
"Hey, you protested at his hands on your neck. Then your reaction quickly altered as his finger slid lower, down to
your collar bones and to where your low-cut shirt started. "Great, now I'm all sticky."
You didn't understand at first that messing with you wasn't his full intention. But he tilted his head to the side and
ran his hot tongue over the icing on your skin, and you gasped suddenly. This wasn't just a joke. He wanted you. He
made a humming noise, as if the sweetness combined with your own taste were only complimenting each other.
When he pulled down the neckline of your shirt a little, so he could have every last drop of the sugary substance on
your skin, you couldn't help but whimper. You wanted so desperately for him to do it again, that you thought about
sticking your own fingers into the bowl of icing and smearing it on your chest. His eyes were playful when he looked
up at your reaction.
"Oh no. If you're all sticky I guess you'll need a shower, will you?" he said, "What a coincidence. I was thinking of
taking one, just now."
You had never taken a shower with him, or anyone, for that matter. But you had a feeling that the both of you wouldn't be keeping to yourself, standing naked in front of each other. You didn't mind. And you guessed your
approval was written on your face, because he pulled you in and kissed you hard. Again, you remembered the article you had read. Was now a good time to ask him about it?
While you were contemplating, his tongue slid over your bottom lip and met yours. You had been too shy to ask before, but now you were speechless. Gently, he grabbed your hand and led you out of the kitchen and into the
hallway. You were a mess of lips and tongues and hands and feet stumbling over each other. Every few meters you
stopped to push yourself close against him. It was like a game of who could go without kissing each other for longer.
And you were both lousy at it.
He loved pushing you up against the wall, trapping you between his arms on each side of your head. This way, he could brush up against your shaking body and you had nowhere left to go. Needless to say, you had no intentions of getting away, no matter what. He knocked the breath out of your lungs, and you kissed him back like you could breathe him in instead. As if he had become your new source of oxygen, or whatever it was you really needed to
survive. It these moments, air seemed like a subsidiary matter. So long as you had his hot tongue licking down your
neck and his busy hands on your ass under your dress, nothing else truly mattered.
Your kisses were open-mouthed and far more confident than they had been only weeks ago. You now knew how
much he liked when you grabbed his hair tightly, or when you whispered his name against his devouring lips, as if it was the only word you had ever been taught. Like it was the only word you ever wanted to know. Before you had
even made it to the bathroom, half of your clothes were scattered somewhere along the way.
"I can't believe I just had vou vesterday and here I am already missing you this much again" he mumbled against your
earlobe, teeth playing with your soft skin. "You really are otherworldly. There's no other explanation."
His words made you feel proud. The pleasure was one thing you had come to love quickly, but then you noticed the power you could have over him, by merely existing. It was almost unbelievable, but there he was, hard and needing you, day by day. Again, your mind wandered off to the magazine article.
"Can I ask you something?" Your voice must had been different from your usual timid tone when you were in the middle of something unholy.
"Anything, angel," he said. He let his lips linger on your cheek, half an inch from your mouth, and your stomach twisted in how badly you wanted him to sip on your lips like he was starving.
"Do you like always doing everything when we-," you said. He gave you a puzzled expression, so you tried to explain yourself better. "I mean, if you ever want me to do more, you can ask me to. I don't know everything yet, but I can learn."
You weren't even sure if you understood what the heaven you had just stammered. His look reminded you of the
one he had when you asked him to buy him the dress and the makeup that morning.
" love what we have, little angel," he said, "What's making you think you need to do anything differently?"
How were you supposed to explain what you had read when you hadn't even properly grasped it yourself? You
opted for taking his hand and walking him to the bedroom. There the magazine still lay, like an ancient cursed book
you weren't sure you wanted to know front to back. You picked it up and quickly handed him the article. Feeling
your cheeks heat up, you opted to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
His lips curled into a devilish grin upon eyeing the page, and you thought the ground might swallow you whole.
Maybe you shouldn't have said anything at all and spared yourself the embarrassment. But at the same time, you
were eager to know.
"I thought I told you, magazines are just trying to make you doubt yourself, he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I know, but if there's anything I can do to make you feel as good as you make me feel, I want to do it," you
confessed. He bent down, cupping your face.
"No one's ever felt as good to me as you have, angel," he said, "You're heaven to me. Do you understand that?"
With your mouth squished together slightly, you nodded your head that was in his hands.
"By the devil, you're so adorable," he said. "If you really want to know, though, I'll show you."Even more eagerly, you nodded again. He chuckled. You couldn't handle how handsome he was - all messy hair, bare chest and black eyes that made you dream of the most unholy things possible.
"You remember how I kiss you...down there?" he asked. You hummed, cheeks on fire. "And how I've asked you to put vour hands on my cock before?"
You did. But it had been brief, only a few pumps and small touches, until he had become too needy. You had been
whining so deliciously for him to fuck you and so he had to have you on the spot.
"In the way you touched me then...you could use your mouth on me. Make me come with your perfect lips and sweet
hands," he said. "If that's what you want, too."
"I do!" you said with enthusiasm that only an angel at the feasibility of making someone's day could bring on. "Let's postpone that shower."
The pride in his eyes lasted for approximately two seconds before the raw hunger replaced it. He climbed onto the
bed and pat his thighs. On command, you settled on his lap. The simple feeling of his bulge under your center, even if
interrupted by some fabric, made your head dizzy and your stomach drop. You kneaded your hands, not sure where
to touch him first. But just as he always did to you, you had the impulse to start by his head and go lower from there.
Although you were on top of him, he looked amused at your shy eyes.
"Can I kiss vour neck, like you always kiss mine?" vou asked.
"Be my guest," he said, grinning like he had just won the lottery. Your lips met his skin and you used your tongue the way you had felt him do it. His scent was intoxicating. It made the empty bedsheets you breathed in sometimes,
when he left in the middle of the night for his demon antics, seem like nothing. You used your hands to stabilize yourself as you moved lower. The hiss he let out when you felt up on his abs and waistline almost scared you. Then
you realized it was a good sign. Only for the blink of an eye you dared to graze your teeth on his skin. His reaction
was immediate.
"Shit" he cussed, "That's my angel."
So, he liked that. You couldn't wait to tease him by biting him in the future. Provoking a demon would have sounded
like something close to a death wish to you, had you thought about it months ago. Now, with a demon as tame as
they come beneath you, the thought only excited you. As he liked to do, you touched him through his boxers while you continued your journey down his chest and stomach. The guttural moan he released made your head spin and
you never wanted him to be quiet. Usually, you weren't in a mind state to notice his groans, or your own noises were
covering his.
"You're doing so good, little angel," he said, short of breath. Once again, your effect on him surprised you. Where was the intimidating, big bad demon you had been taunted by?
"I'm gonna fuck you so well for this," he said, "Even the angels in heaven will hear you scream. Wouldn't you like
that?"
There he was. You pressed your legs together at the simple mention of him inside of you, but if he thought you were
going to answer, he'd be waiting endlessly. You still had enough respect for your angels not to think of them in this moment. Nonetheless you hummed weakly. When you got to his hipbone, you hesitated. You drowned out your doubts by kissing him there, while you contemplated what to do next. Your hand was still wrapped around his clothed cock. It was rock hard, and a wet spot had formed on the fabric from how much he needed you. When your
touch became softer, and you pulled your hands away slowly, he lifted his hips, not wanting you to stop. You supposed this was the part where you took off his boxers. At least he didn't complain when you pulled them off his
legs, so you assumed you were still on the right track.
Watching his face for signs of approval, your hand wrapped around his length. He almost seemed electrified at your
touch. His jaw dropped slightly, and his hooded eyes somehow appeared even darker than usual.
"Just like that," he said, "And now move your hand up and down."
So you did. As you regarded your hand around his shaft, all you could think about was how it used to be. How did your hands, that were usually folded neatly in your lap while you looked down on earth, end up doing such ungodly things? And how come you didn't even for a second feel guilty?
"Angel, you're so good to me," he moaned. Angel. That's what he loved to emphasize. But was that what you were,
still? Maybe you would simply stop putting yourself in a box. Perhaps you were just you, doing what you felt was
right and would make you happy. And right now, having a demon clench his fists in your hair and saying your name in that tone, you couldn't think of a lot of incidents that had made you happier. Was this the part where you should use
your mouth? You weren't sure, but your eyes jumped from his cock to his face and it caught his eyes.
"You can take me in your mouth if you want. If you ever feel like stopping, just do so," he encouraged you, "But remember, no teeth there, okay?"
You grinned and nodded. You parted your lips and your tongue placed kitten licks on the underside of his member.
When you reached the top, you took him between your lips, mirroring the motion of your hands around him. You were surprised at how comfortable you were, when ten minutes ago you were ready to personally descend to hell
from embarrassment. There was something enticing about the power you possessed in that moment. You
understood humans just a little better, once again. Knowing that the way he bucked his hips and his groans were caused by you and only you had you smiling inwardly. It was a way you had never caught yourself smile before. You
felt brave, and like you could do anything, with a demon so at your pity.
It didn't take long for you to figure out where he was most sensitive. Whenever you pressed your tongue against the
tip of his cock, he let out a sigh. It was almost like relief, as if he had been waiting for you all his life. And now here
you were, granting him all his wishes. You bobbed your head, but kept your attention on his sweet spot, his moans
just too delightful not to evoke them on purpose.
"Fuck, you're perfect," he said. Often, you looked up at him. His lids fluttered from the pleasure, but he seemed to like
it when you made eye contact. For a moment, you lifted your head, needing some air. Gently, he caressed your face, like you were made of precious porcelain.
"Which one of my dreams did you escape from, little angel?" he asked. You smiled sheepishly, lowering your head.
Again, you wrapped your lips around his length. You wondered what he was thinking about. Was his mind as free
from any worries as yours whenever he fucked you? Was he able to form any coherent thoughts or was his brain
going into the same mental blackout you always experienced? You continued the way you had, sucking the tip of his cock while your hand pumped him. From time to time, you took a breath and pulled away. Little did you know what you were doing to him. With the short intervals of your lips
on him and the pauses in between, you unknowingly made everything more intense for him. It was a dangerous
game of edging him you were playing, and you were outright unaware of it.
But why would he have complained? In that moment, you were his personal guardian angel, making sure all his needs were fulfilled. When he saw your lips, all red and puffy, he asked himself where you had been hiding all this time. You
peeked up at him through your angel eyes and he felt his entire world become whole in front of him. He was
completely and absolutely at your mercy, inebriated by your entire being. Never in his long time on earth had he
seen someone so ravishingly beautiful, yet so unaware of their might. He swore to himself in that moment, he'd do anything to make you love him forever.
As divinely as you were treating him, he suddenly wanted you in a different way. And if you continued your sweet actions, he wasn't sure if that would still be possible. He gently cupped your head, making you look up. You hummed
in question.
"You're doing so well," he said, "Let me give back to you, won't you? Does my angel want some attention, too?"
You would have been lying if you said you weren't practically touch-starved at this moment. And having been taught
to always be truthful, you nodded before you even knew it.
"That's what I thought," he said, "Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes?"
When you got up to slip out of your dress, your legs were weak. You hadn't even done anything, and yet your body
felt heavy. All you wanted was to go back to him and have him so close, it felt like he could have been a part of you.
As much as you had felt on top of the world minutes ago, his hungry eyes made you shrink inwardly. But it wasn't
out of fear. It was almost admiration, or rather anticipation. You knew he knew your body inside out, and you
couldn't wait for him to prove it to you.
"Come here, angel," he said. You climbed back onto the bed. "Turn around for me okav?"
You were on your knees, sitting up right, facing the headboard. His breath on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine. Then his hands snaked around your body from behind you. A small whimper left your lips when he ran them
down your chest, fingers drawing small shapes on your breasts. They continued their way down your stomach and to
your parted thighs. The cold air was hitting your dripping core, and had you not had enough self-control, you would have moaned at the mere sensation of his fingertips on the inside of your thigh. But maybe that was just what he
was waiting for. After all, he was still taking his time with you. But in this instance, you knew what you wanted, and more importantly when you wanted it.
"Please," you said. You weren't sure what to say but starting with a 'please' was never a mistake.
"Please what?" he asked. You couldn't see his face, vet you knew his devilish grin that must've been plastered on his
face. He never missed a chance to make you shy. "Is this what you want?"
He slid two of his fingers down your slit slowly. It would forever be a mystery to you, how such a simple touch could put you in such a mental state of disarray. You whined at how needy you were, fighting the urge to press your legs together. In a second, his fingers were coated in your juices. When he pressed them against your opening, but didn't push any further, your head spun with frustration. An impulse yelled at you to grab his hand and show him how you
wanted him, but you sensed there was a specific aim in his teasing. Above that, you weren't close to that brave.
Purposely lightly, he rubbed circles onto your clit. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and your breaths came out in
little, desperate noises.
Before meeting him, you never knew this sort of inability to control your body. Having power over your motions was
an obviousness to you. But as with so many things in life, you had been wrong. Or rather, you had not known better.
Now, with his lips brushing over the side of your exposed neck, you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to
do to you. If there was a noise or reaction he wanted to coax out of you, he could do so. And if evoking your little melodic whimper was his aim, he was on the right path, fingers teasing your pussy and flicking over your clit. You
knew he wouldn't hurt you. In fact, he had a head so full of ideas of things you could do together, you doubted you'd ever start to get bored here.
"I want you. inside of me," you said, surprising yourself. This was your desperate body taking control of your motor
speech center, that little region in your brain that allowed you to let out what you wanted to say. Your cheeks were
hot for only a moment, then you realized if it got you what you wanted so badly, speaking your mind was probably a
fantastic idea. You should really do it more in the future, you thought.
"What my angel wants, my angel gets," he said. Just for a few seconds, he moved his fingers much faster. You yelped at the sudden pleasure, your hand wrapping around his wrist. His other hand reached for your hand, softly taking it away as you became a whimpering puddle in his arms. You were ready to fall, give in to the pleasure and let go. It
was what you so desperately wanted. But as quickly as it had begun, he removed his hands. His attention was gone, and you were left yearning for more.
"Lift your hips," he said, softly touching your sides. A part of you wanted to cry out, hold him responsible for denying you your sweet release. But you knew it would be no use, and he would tell you to wait either way. You were still on your knees, but straightened up, arms hanging by your sides, waiting for his touch. He was right behind you, his upper body against yours. When you felt his cock run over your slick folds, you sighed at the awaited sensation. The
stretch when he filled you up felt so perfect, so out of this world, you reached for his hand to hold on to.
"Why didn't vou ask me earlier if vou wanted me so bad?" he asked. He squeezed your hand as his other pulled vou
flush against his back while he pushed himself further into you. He'd thrust against you for a while, only to pull out
completely, and repeat the whole process. It was sending you into complete overdrive.
"Because I wanted to make you feel good," you said. "Only you, for once."
You moaned when he snapped his hips against your ass, picking up the pace. In an attempt to support your jittery
legs, you grabbed the headboard in front of you. Your breathing came out in short huffs, uneven and a little shaky.
"You're so sweet and selfless...my patient angel," he said, his fingers coming in contact with your clit again. His touch was an allure to you, and you wished you could have stayed this way forever. No thoughts, just his body and his dark voice to sedate your mind. "I'll give you anything you want. You know that, right?"
You hummed and nodded. "Yes. And I'll do the same for you." Your words were interrupted by your small whimpers.
There had been a time you didn't know what it felt like, when you didn't even know there was a such thing of having someone inside of you. Now you couldn't get enough of him. You were already so sensitive that every time he
quickened his thrusts and moved his fingers on you slightly faster, he had you hanging right over the edge. And he
could tell by the way you held your breath when you were close. He didn't want you going there just yet.
"As much as I love your mouth around my dick, this is my favorite way of having you," he said. He used both of his
hands to dig into your sides, pulling your hips closer to him every time he dragged his cock through your walls. You agreed. Should any of your angels ever catch wind of this, they would ban you to earth - or worse, send you to hell.
So be it, you thought. You'd be like your lover. One of the creatures of the darkness, thought to be the
personification of sin. Even if they ripped your angel title from you, they could never steal away what you had now.
Yes, you were meddling with a demon, but also having the time of your life. It was vastly better than spending your
days judging humans for being themselves and for humans living the true way they want to live, instead of abstaining from the simple pleasures of life. Their true colors shown, they weren't harming anybody, but rather making the world a more acceptable and open-minded place. You aspired to be like them.
"This is my kind of heaven," he said. It's what he always called you. Heaven. He groaned when you clenched your walls around him, your inevitable high drawing closer.
"This is my new heaven. you are," you replied. He chuckled darkly, probably relishing in your confession. The thought that he could make an angel reject the very place they should have belonged filled him with a sense of superiority.
"Look how well you're taking me," he said. His hand wrapped around your body, pulling you tighter. He slipped his hand between your legs again, and you almost felt like collapsing, had he not held on to you. On instinct, you closed your eyes and let the feeling crash over you.
"Let me see you come, little angel," he spoke in your ear, just for you to hear. You would do anything for him. You quivered and buckled at the severity of the feeling, but he had you. Your moans were high and dragged out, as his
digits pressed harder onto the sensitive nub on your center.
"Take just a little more for me, can you?" he asked. You obliged willingly, nodding your head while it was still full of nothingness. Even as he kept fucking you, it was pure bliss for another while. It made your legs shake a little, but you felt so safe there, in his embrace, the sensitivity was alright to handle. You could tell by how sloppy his thrusts were
becoming that he was almost there, too. He was pressing you against his chest as if you were all he ever wanted. His
moans sounded like home to you as he came. He said your name and bent forward, reaching for the headboard, but
you both tumbled into the bedsheets together instead. You giggled at your shared clumsiness and you could feel his
chest move from laughing as he was lying on top of your back.
"Fuck, that was amazing," he said, "You're amazing."
You turned your head and his lips brushed along your temple, kissing you softly. He brushed a strand of hair out of your eyes so you could look at him. Seeing his beautiful face had you falling into an even deeper state of serenity.
"I want to cuddle," he said, and it was probably the sweetest thing you had ever heard a demon say. As he rolled off you, you followed his movements and settled in his embrace. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on your skin, but
neither of you cared enough to get up just yet.
"I love what you've done to me," you said. "What is it I have I done to you?" he asked, fingers drawing nonsensical patterns on the side of your bare hips.
"You changed me. But not in a bad way. You let me be who I want to be and showed me that that's okay," you said,
"You made me understand. Some sins aren't that sinful at all."