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Ying and Yang - (Demon) Johnny 3 Tears × (Angel) Reader (Smut) Part 2

Your P.O.V

I followed Ava to school, just as usual. George is already there, waiting for me. I grab his hand and hold it tight. He looks at me, almost surprised.

"You're holding my hand?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered simply, too embarrassed to look at him.

He smiled. "You know I love you, right?"

I whip my head to him, my eyes wide. "Y-yes..."

The demon smiled beautifully at me. "Good."

. . . . .

I heard him more than he said. We're sitting in an empty cleaning closet at Ava's school, staring at each other. His hands were holding mine tightly and I was staring back into his eyes. He showed me exactly how much he loved me. Which was a lot. He had told me, but the extent of how much was incredible. I finally got the intensity behind them.

I couldn't help but kiss him after. That was the only thing I could do. I had no words for him except the "I love you, too" I whispered into the kiss.

The kiss started out gentle, loving, and only got deeper. Our heads tilted to better suit the other's--to have as much contact as possible. He pulled me closer to him by my waist and both my hands were on his well built shoulders.

His lips gently parted mine, and he hesitated then. I moved on instinct to tell him that it was okay, using my body. One of my hands slid up and held his cheek while the other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling us even closer.

Newly reassured, his tongue slowly crossed the line and found mine. He was still nervous and hesitant, as if I would pull away at any second and tell him to stop.

If anything, I want the opposite. I want him to take me straight to hell.

Suddenly, I feel his lips off mine.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at his gentle face, confused.

"I... I don't want you to not be able to return to heaven. We both know you shouldn't be with a demon and I know that you haven't ever.... before. I don't want you to lose your home..." he explained.

"I don't care. I need you. I want you. I know I do. I don't care if I end up in hell, because I'd still be with you." I kissed him again, shortly. "And who better to take it than someone I'm deeply in love with?" I kissed him again, deeper this time.

"If you want me to stop at any time, tell me. I will stop immediately."

He finally gave in then. He kissed me back. His hands moved up and down my sides slowly, which I loved. I put my hand over where his heart would be and I did feel a faint beating.

He pulled away and kissed along my cheek, then along my jawline, then down my neck to my shirt. He took it off slowly, as if I would tell him to stop.

I didn't.

Once my shirt was off, my bra was exposed. I didn't mind at all. He gently kissed along the edge to the center of my chest, then followed the path on the other side back to my lips. I pushed his shirt up, touching his chest underneath.

He kissed me while taking it off, only parting to pull it over his head once and for all.

He pulled me against his chest, which was warm and muscular. I felt him shift, then his lips left me wanting more.

I watched as he silently layed his shirt out over the cold floor for me. Then he kissed me again, gently pushing me down.

I let him take off my pants, then helped him with his. I was too embarrassed to look down at his underwear, but he wanted to take me in.

George kissed my lips once, then whispered to me.

"Are you absolutely sure about this, (your name)?"

"Yes," I breathed.

He kissed me again. "I'll be gentle. I promise."

I felt warmth on my cheek, which was his warm kiss. The trail he left led down my neck and to my chest. He kissed back up to my lips.

I realized that he had settled between my legs. And I let him. I wanted him there. In the time we knew each other, I was 100% sure with no doubt that we belonged right here. That we belonged together.

His kisses had stopped at my underwear and went back up. Then down again, this time on the sides of my ribs, leaving light hickies on the sensitive skin. Then down further to the inside of my hip.

He slipped my underwear down, then off. Instead of going for my soft spot, he kissed me again.

I pushed down his underwear and he worked it the rest of the way off, his lips never leaving mine.

He pulled back for a second. "Are you sure?"

I nod and put one hand on his cheek, my thumb stroking his face. "I'm sure. I need you and I love you, George."

He studied my face for a moment...

Then he kissed me deeply and slowly, gently slid into me. He was so careful with me, like I might shatter into a million pieces beneath him.

His lips withdrew from mine after he fully sheathed himself in me, searching my face for any grimace of pain. There was none. Just happy tears in my eyes and a smile.

"I love you so much, George..." I choke out.

"I love you too, (your name)," he whispered.

He slowly moved out of me, then back in, causing a strange new sensation as the muscles in my lower abdomen stretched apart and tightened again with each of his thrusts.

I know I had never done anything like this before, but I loved it. I felt no pain, just love.

I felt my stomach tighten and a hot rush coming from me, before I settled into a euphoric peace.

He did the same thing a moment later. His hot release filled me and sent me over the edge.

I sighed his name and kissed him one more time. He rested his body on top of mine, burying his face in my hair.

"I love you so much," he whispered to me, one of his arms slipping around my waist.

"I love you too." One of my hands was on his shoulder, and the other held his hand, our fingers inseparably interlocked.

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