#nsfx

Clit play with mammon would be so... fun?

He'd be slamming into your stretched wet hole repeatedly, stimulating his favourite spot, the one that makes the most delicious moans rip from your well-used throat. He'd be claiming you as his when he rolls his hips into your dripping sex, and he'd be right. He may be a masochistic moron but he knew how to put you in your place in the most insatiably greedy way possible. It'd been hours of this, his condom nearly leaking with his cum, your own sex practically beaten raw, breaks practically unheard of. He'd spit on your cunt for extra lubricant, his fingers trailing down your trumbling leg to the bundle of nerves that make you arch your back, screaming his name even louder. While you're begging for him to fuck you harder, without mercy he leans in close to your ear, almost biting it.

And in a complete mood 180° he does the record scratching motion against your clit, going "eee-ER, eee-ER, eee-ER." like he's mixing a record. And fuck, it ruins the mood but you both can't stop laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

You try several times to finish what was started when you both calm down but you can't finish, everytime it sending you both into a hysteria and you have to stop.

"STOPP I'M GONNA PISS MYSELF" you practically scream-laugh.

"BAHAHAJSJAJ IT'S SO FUNNY! I'M A COMEDIC GENIUS!!" He roars out laughing, praising his own comedic fuckery.

"You're insufferable. Now I gotta piss, you asshole"

"I hope you think of that everytime you play with yourself BAHDJFBHA"

"IT'S NOT EVEN THAT FUNNY!! IT BARELY EVEN MAKES SENSE!!"

“Quit squirming.” He snarls in my ear, yanking my collar to pull me against him. “It’s your fault for being in this situation.”

I roll my eyes at that. The only reason I’m with these features is because he wouldn’t look at me in the first place. Even now, he still won’t. So despite his demands to sit still like a good little dog for him, I continue to dry hump his thigh through my panties, letting ragged moans out from under my breath. With a sigh and drop of his pen, he grabs my face forcefully, making me look at him. 

“Do you want me to scold you?” He asks as if he hasn’t been scolding me all night. “Do you think your bratty bitch behaviour is amusing to me? To not get anything done because my little lapdog isn’t very obedient?” My lack of remorse at his annoyance is evident with my tail, wagging as happily as ever. 

“Maybe I need to be taught a lesson, Master,” I suggest with a smirk. Any attention at this point was better than none, even if it meant sore legs and a horse voice by the end of it. “One that I’ll remember tomorrow.” He groans at my innuendos and pushes his chair back from the desk. ‘Finally’   I think and grip his knee for support but he shoves me lightly to get off. Disappointed I relent, ready to be sent to his room to play by myself again when he starts unbuckling his belt. 

“Don’t get too excited.” the bulge in his pants strains uncomfortably before being cupped out with his gloved hand. “This is still a punishment. Stay still. If you can’t do that much, you can stay in your kennel for the night.” He shifts around, laying back slightly and spreading his legs more. Lazily, he gestures towards the third drawer to his left on the desk for me to open. Inside is a bottle of lube and a pack of condoms from the last session we had in his office. When I retrieve them, he snaps his gloves off with his teeth and throws them on the desk. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.” I nod and crawl into his lap as he wraps his length in the rubber, coating it with a thick white lube. “I’ll be a good dog.” He pulls my panties to the side and pushes into me with a hiss. When I’m properly situated with him buried deep inside me, I throw my arms around his shoulders and nuzzle against his neck. 

His scent has always been comforting and accompanied by the soft classical he plays, it makes it hard not to slowly drift. Unfortunately, every time I begin to fall asleep, he thrusts into me, startling me awake and reigniting the fire in my core. Every time he did this, I’d whine that he was being unfair and every time he’d remind me, sadistically, that 

“This is supposed to be a punishment, dear.” 

The closet is dark and cramped, especially with the both of us in it. Simeon's knee pushes between my legs, spreading them for him and pulling my waist to straddle it. His hands grip at my thighs, rubbing my ass and slipping fingers under my pants teasingly.

"Simeon-"

"Shh" he hushes sweetly before kissing my lips chastly. His gloved fingers pull at my underwear's waistband and let it snap against my skin with a gentle sting.

"It's not like they don't know what we're doing in here…" I groan in complaint. He snaps my waistband again, just above my groin and massages the ache. "Fuck."

"But it'll be our little secret what exactly we do~" he teases and nibbles my earlobe, I rub my heat on his leg hoping he'll get the hint and just fuck me already. He kisses my neck and grinds his hard on against my leg. "Do you want to experience 7 minutes of heaven?"

"Mmphh simeon-"

"Shhshh"

My eyes squeeze shut as he pushes his body against me, pinning me to the closet wall. It's too small in here. We can hear some giggling from outside the closest from Asmo and Solomon.

"5 minutes left, better hurry~! <3"

His mouth is so warm and inviting, his tongue is sweet and strained against mine. It's so flexible and long. My core aches and I lean into his touch reflexively, grasping for any way to hold him.

"Would you like me to…?" His voice is light so that only I can hear him ask. The tone is velvety with lust so I know what he wants permission for

"Mhm..please…"

His fingers seamlessly pull down my bottoms as he kneels between my thighs. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder before touching a gloved finger to my wet sex.

"MMPH-" he gags me with his cape quickly.

"Shhshh"

Spreading my labia with his fingers, he runs his tongue down my slit, flexing the tip against my entrance. In replacement of his tongue, he slips a finger in my heat, working it lazily against my core, not enough to satisfy me, but enough to leave me wanting more. He grips my thigh towards him and works his tongue around my clit just out of reach of stimulating the nerves.

"Simeonnn…", I groan lowly.

He licks the flat of his tongue over my clit before flicking it back and forth. I buck into his face, grinding against his tongue. I can feel him smile at me tightening around his gloved finger and his mouth works faster. A second finger gets added to my aching sex, curling them inside of me.

-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuc–

His head is between my thighs and I'm straining against his movements, bucking into him and strangling my moans with his cape sleeve. I tried to stop breathing to mute the heavy breaths coming from me but it just rips louder grunts from my chest.

"30 second warning, lovebirds~!" Asmo's singsong voice calls from outside the door.

Oh fuck. Times almost up

My movements get shakier as I near my high. Simeon grips my ass to keep me in place.

I've let go of the cape, letting it ungag me and entirely began fucking his face without thought, gripping his hair and pushing his face into my sex.

His movements speed up, groaning, he licks and moans my name into me.

My body tenses and spasms as I finally reach my orgasm, my juices coat his lips, a loud stuttered groan breaks from mine.

We sit together breathing, a sheen of sweat glossing our bodies and we giggle at the whole scenario.

WAIT SHIT THE TIME-

The door swings open and I've barely got my pants on and zipped up. Simeon's face is absolutely fucked. While he got most of me licked off before the time ran out, there was some on his chin. His hair is messy sticking up on some ends. His cape which is barely even on him is damp with saliva and his gloves are coated in my arousal. Solomon eyes us as we exit the closest and chuckles at our dishevelled looks. Asmo is not even trying to be subtle with his gawking and smirking. Simeon strides over to the counter and casually takes a good sip of his water.

"How was seven minutes in heaven~?" Asmo grins.

"Quite swell I'd say. What do you think, Mc?" Simeon smiles softly, passing the question onto me.

I say nothing and just grab his hand to lead him to his room, practically dragging him down the hall.

"Andddddd, done." I punctuate the end of my sentence and sign my work. It's surprising how much someone can get done when there's no demons rampaging the place and fires getting started. While I love the boys, Purgatory Hall is much less chaotic to study in. 

"Good job!" Simeon praises from his desk. He's the only one at the house since Luke and Solomon are in the celestial realm for some errands. 

"Ugh, my brain feels like it's melting." I rub my temple.

"Let's get some sugar in you." He stands up from the desk, the chair pleasantly dragging on the carpet. "All that work deserves a treat." 

"Mmm I could use a treat." I note that he's not wearing his usual cape so his bodysuit is his main attire. 

"Oh, yeah? What would you like?" His back is turned while he fumbles some papers. 

"Can you sit in my lap and talk to me?" He almost drops the stack at my question but quickly puts them away to face me. 

"Ah…" His face flushes at my gaze, still taking in his appearance. "Y…yes dear." 

I scoot back so his legs straddle my thigh and he does so, facing towards me. He nuzzles his head into the crane of my neck and I breathe him in. His shampoo is still vanilla and coconut, the aroma much more sweeter than the basil and oakwood smell of his room. 

"Mm...You always smell so good." I sigh, sinking into his touch.

"I'm glad you like how I smell." He chuckles and plants a quick kiss on my shoulder. 

"Tell me, Meon. What do you think of me?" It's not like I don't know what he thinks. I just want to hear him say it. I kiss his ear and neck and rub his back. 

"Uh-I think. You're very. You." 

"Hm?" 

"I don't know how to say it, but you're really you. It's weird not to have my words to express how you are." He pulls back from the hug to see my face, his eyes not so subtly glancing at my lips. 

"You are quite good with your tongue, yes." I lean towards him, letting our noses brush. 

"That's what I mean. You're so… real. And funny. And you're a better tease than me." He closes his eyes. "To not have my word as my weapon, for it to be used against me like you do, I don't know how I couldn't fall in love with you" 

"You're in love with me?" His confession takes us both by surprise but he still nods.

"…Very."

"What about me?" He looks down at his hands. 

"It's nothing in particular, really. Like I said, I love you. Not just your personality, not just your looks, not just your talents or gifts. You're you and that's who I love. If someone said the same things you did or looked the same way you did, it wouldn't be the same because they wouldn't be you." He sighs tenderly. 

"There's no other word than 'you' you'd use to describe me?" 

"No. No words can convey who you are."

"Is there a word you'd call my kiss?"

"I… I don't know."

"Want to find out?" 

He stares at me, not looking in my eyes for long periods, usually darting around us or my body. He rubs his gloves hands against his thighs like he's wiping sweat from himself. His hand brushes some hair behind my ear as he leans over like he's going to kiss me, but gets lost looking at me.

"Take your time~" I tease and he stiffens and blushes deeper. 

When his lips reach mine, he sinks deeper into my lap, relaxing his body against mine, except for an increasingly hard region. His face is hot, though mine is as well. When he pulls away, it's with a small groan. I wait a second before tilting my head and asking him.

"What word would you use to describe that?"

"I… don't know. Can I try again?"

I kiss him this time and he moans my name in my mouth as I slip my tongue into his parted lips. He tastes like vanilla. How fitting. My hand reaches to his head and pulls at his chocolate strands, his hips grind into me.

I pull off and a string is saliva follows, snapping only when I wipe my mouth

"How about that?"

"Divine."

"How so?"

"Like lavishly overgrown libraries. Like freshly steeped teas. I see starless nights of midnight picnics and dimly lit morning suns that tempt us to sleep in until noon. I think I've fallen in love again. Absolutely divine."

"You're quite the poet despite your 'lack of words' as you say."

"Your mouth breathes my language back into my lungs. Kiss me again. Please."

I kiss him harsher, nibbling at his lips and pushing his tongue down with mine. He grinds harder against my thighs, drawing louder moans from his chest. 

"Has anyone ever told you your kisses are like mossy paths?" He mumbles, lips still brushing against mine. 

"Has anyone told you that that's barely a sentence?" I tease. 

"No, usually people know what similes are" we both chuckle and he doesn't stop grinding.

"Well, has anyone told you that your needy dry humping is a huge turn on for me?" I purr and rock my hips against him. He moans into my neck, rutting slightly. "Keep telling me about that fluff, dear."

"My mind isn't on fluff right now." 

"Oh?" I smile into his hair, his lips kissing and sucking at my shoulders. He sounds like an angel the way his breaths get dragged into ragged moans in his throat. I pull his hips down harder onto my thigh, slipping my fingers into the exposed part of his bodysuits and rubbing circles with my thumbs.

His rhythm gets more erratic and fast as he nears his climax and I pull his face from my neck. Open mouth, heavy lidded and teary eyed, he cries out my name one last time as he cums in his pants. I roll my thigh into him until he relaxes and I kiss his cheek.  

"Mm, yeah. In love is definitely how I'd describe how I feel about the face you made just now." I chuckle and run my fingers through his hair. He giggles and sighs.

"That's lust, dear."

"Mm, nope. Definitely in love with you."

"I love you too, honey."

"Speaking of honey, can I still have a treat?"

"Of course, what would you like?"

"That angel food cake sounded pretty good. Seriously, I don't get how your fridge is always full." 

"I can send you home with some snacks if you'd like?" He stands up, legs still wobbly as he heads towards the kitchen. 

"Nah, they'd get eaten right away. Besides, I'd rather come visit you for tea and biscuits whenever I'm hungry."

"You're always welcome here but don't neglect your family at the House of Lamentation." He lectures from the other room.

"Oo here's a fun idea, you come live with us and I won't have to miss you all the time"

"What about Luke and Solomon? They can't be left here." He comes back with a pot of tea, some cups and cake on a platter. 

"Luke can probably fit in one of the closets, Solomon can sleep in the attic and you and I can share a bed. Boom. Problem solved."

"Pfft" he hands me some tea and a slice of cake before sitting across from me. "Not sure how that would work out, dear. Luke wouldn't grow much if he was restricted like that." 

"Good, he'll stay our tiny chihuahua forever." I grin and he smiles back. 

"You'll stay for dinner, right?"

"Of course, I love your cooking."

We talk for hours, have a quick bath together and cuddle for a bit before Solomon and Luke come back from the celestial realm. In their arms, carrying groceries for dinner. Simeon and Luke make a glorious angelic dinner while Solomon tells me all about their busy day, running around for Michael. 

If I could describe Simeon, I think the word I'd use would be Simeon.

"Aw, bathe all by yourself, handsome?" I tease when he comes back to my room, partially dry from his bath. I'm making the bed as he pulls his bathrobe over his pajamas.

"Right. I almost feel stupid for not inviting you in the first place" he brushes the back of his neck, tugging on his damp hair and chuckles. "Could you imagine?"

I could imagine. Us climbing in the tub together, me getting shy and trying to cover my body but you pull my hands away to see me in full. You whisper something embarrassing like, "beautiful" and I melt into your soft kisses. We don't have sex there but the way you wash my hair and body is more intimate than that. When we get out of the tub, you watch me get dressed and when I tease you for it, you don't get embarrassed. You smile and call me cute and that makes my heart leap.

"I'll put the kettle on." I say and leave to the kitchen. You follow me a few minutes later, dressed in your baby blue bathrobe and hug me from behind. You breathe on my neck, your lips brush me lightly. I shudder at the feeling and lean into you. I hardly notice the kettle getting ready to whistle as you move your hands from my waist to my thighs. I hardly notice you reach over and turn the stove off as you kiss my neck and lean further into me. I hardly notice the wind outside, threatening to blow in the house as you stretch my waistband under your fingertips and dip them below my underwear. I imagine it all.

"I'll put the kettle on," I smile, changing the subject, face warm with the thought of us. "Would you like Sleepytime with lavender syrup?"

-

The light of the stove illuminated the rest of the kitchen with shadowy figures that flickered restlessly on the walls. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear him come in.

"The pot is ready," I almost jumped at his voice before turning the stove off and reaching for the kettle's handle.

"Ow, shit-" I muttered, flinching away from the hot handle and grabbing a cloth to grab the pot with. He walks over to me and asks if I'm okay. He's so close I can feel his breath on my neck, I shiver at the feeling. I nod and pour the water into the mugs, but he still takes my hand to inspect my burn. He watches my face as he rubs his finger over the burn and sees me falter.

"Run it under some cold water, I'll get us setup in the room."

It isn't that bad of a burn so I get to the room soon after him, feeling enough relief from the water.

He's at the table and trying to talk to Karusu. He mutters something about just wanting to listen to some music and I take his D.D.D. and start it for him.

"Ah, you're back." He stands up from his chair and I sit him back down and take the seat next to him. "Is your burn better?" He takes my hand in his and inspects it. His fingers are so warm. We drink our tea and talk, mostly about our respective living spaces. When we're done, there is a fight for who gets to take the mugs back to the kitchen, in the end we settle on me taking his and his mine.

"Can we sleep together?" I blurt out before feeling my face warm a bit. He looks surprised but giggles and rubs my hand.

"Of course. Why would I refuse?"

I can't look away from him as he crawls into my bed next to me. He probably can't see me in the dark but it still makes me embarrassed at the thought of him knowing.

"Hehe the bed sheets are already warm from your body heat." He brushes his hand against my arm before pulling away quickly. "Ah. Sorry, my hand brushed you." He shifts away from me.

"I like it when you touch me." My voice surprises me.

"Would you rather hold my hand or sleep on my arm?" I can hear his smile as he shifts back towards me.

"Arm pillow, please" I smile back.

"Hehe, I can smell your shampoo. We'll share the same perfume tonight. Goodnight." I listened to his heartbeat and let mine sync with his, falling asleep on his arm, clinging to the warmth of his skin.

-

He caresses my nude body with his fingertips, he breathes on me. His legs intertwine with mine, flexing and stretching. His kisses are passionate with love, he lusts for me but above all else he loves me and it seeps through every touch. He bites at my thighs, drawing bruise coloured hickies from my skin.

"I want to make you feel good," his voice was husk as he lightly bit at my earlobe. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Fuck. Another wet dream. And of course I woke up at the good part. Simeon is asleep next to me and I'm sexually frustrated from my dream. I look over at him for a moment. He's so peaceful, so cute. I contemplate just going back to sleep but I can't get the idea of him going down on me out of my head. I go to the bathroom to relieve myself before going back to bed.

-

"Rise and shine. Good morning!" He looks over at me and I turn my body to face him, my eyes still closed.

"I think I need a good morning kiss." Sleepily, I mutter. To my surprise he kisses my temple.

"How's that? Feeling better?" His hands run up my spine teasingly, my pajama top rolling up and exposing my lower back.

"Mmm...Five more minutes." I mutter and cover my face with my pillow to hide the heat on my face.

"Then I'll just tease you until you wake up," he laughs. "What should I do next?"

"Another kiss please." My pillow is pulled from my face as he pushes my body down, back onto the bed and leans over me to meet my eyes. The bed creaks from the pressure. The blanket stretches and pulls at my thighs, pinning me to the mattress.

"You're cuter than usual when you've just woken up." He brushes my hair out of my face and leans closer. "One for your eyes," his lips barely touch me. "And one for your nose," He kisses me so gingerly I don't breathe, thinking it will help me feel him clearer. But he pulls away. "No… this is no good. I won't be able to control myself at this rate." He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and lets his leg fall over the side of the bed to get off.

"So don't." I sat up, my arm outstretched towards him, reaching to pull him back to me. It came out more as a plea than a suggestion. Probably because it was. "Love me like you want to love me, Simeon. Please." He stares at me for a moment, considering it before reaching over and chastly kissing my lips.

It starts modestly before quickly becoming more desperate. His hand pushes up my shirt, massaging the small of my back while his other hand becomes entangled with my fingers. I throw an arm over his shoulder and lean him closer to me. He pulls back to breathe before kissing me again. My tongue brushes his lips and he parts them with a moan. Angelic. I'm sitting against my bed frame, my pillow that was behind me got shoved to the floor, the blanket that thinly seperated us is thrown off the bed as I pull him onto my lap to straddle me.

"Do you want to feel good?" His breath hitches as he nods at my question. I wipe the drool from his lip with my thumb. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" His face feels hot, he looks like he's going to come undone just being this close. He nods a yes. I undo his shirt buttons and feel his bare chest. I suck at his neck and work my way down to his v line. Fresh hickies stain his skin as I give extra attention to his love handles. They're so sensitive, he pushes against me, rutting himself against my thighs.

"Mm, you're so pretty," He half-moans, his voice is sweet and strained. He rubs the underside of my chin with his thumb and I meet his eyes. He's so needy.

"Do you need me?" I tease, "tell me that you need me and I'll give you what you need." He strains harder against me. The tent in his pants looks uncomfortable. He nods and goes to touch himself but I push his hand away and tell him to say it. I lightly palm at the outline of his length and watch him burn up and choke out a moan. The pants dampen a bit with pre-cum.

"Yes, I need you," his reply is shaky. "To use your mouth for my pleasure." He closes his eyes. "Don't tease me so much." He flushes more and I smirk. I roll his pants down his thighs. We do an awkward shimmy to get them off and he almost loses his balance. His clothes are strewn across the floor, underwear caught on the pole of the bed frame. He whines when I pull him off me to put the pillow back against the frame. He leans against it, and I make sure he's comfortable enough. His legs spread before me, and I kneel between them. His hand reaches up to cover his face when I pull his leg onto my shoulder but I push it away.

"I want to see your pretty face." I whisper and he nods. "Tell me, do you ever think about us doing this?" He stiffens at the question, embarrassed.

"Ah." He breathes. "I… have thoughts from time to time." I kiss his lower thigh, rubbing the back of his knees and he moans.

"Mm, what do you think about us doing?" I lick along under his thigh and his leg kicks out slightly.

"I… imagine you coming to me after a long day." His voice is hoarse as I lightly wrap my fingers along his length, still kissing and sucking along his thighs. "I give you a back massage while you lay in my bed with just underwear on-" I let some saliva drip onto his tip. "Shit."

"Language." I scold, continuing to stroke him. I lightly blow on the salivated parts. He winces.

"And while I'm rubbing your back," his breathing is getting heavier, "The sounds that you make are-" a moan interrupts him as I lick the vein at the base and he rutts against me. "I grind against you before rubbing myself between your thighs…"

I take him in my mouth, inch by inch, almost painfully slow while he explains. I relax my throat and look up at him to meet his eyes which are heavy lidded, his breath hitching. I moan around him and watch his face contort, his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in an 'o' shape. He's so beautiful.

I work my mouth up and down, flexing my tongue against his shaft. He explains what he fantasizes us doing, breathing heavily between a few words, his voice quivering.

"If Michael knew what I thought of you, he'd be horrified about how corrupt I've become." His hands grip the bed sheets. I squeeze his thighs, my nails dig soft crescents into his skin. I work my lips faster, sucking at his length.

"You feel so good," his hips buck into me. "Better than I thought." He looks like he is going to come undone soon. "Better than my hand," his hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. "I love you-" I feel him twitch, his thighs shake and stretch outward. I watch his face as he gets closer to release then slow down. He groans and rolls his hips, trying to get more stimulation.

"Please," it comes out like a sob and he looks like he's going to pass out from exhaustion. I oblige and speed up. He cums down my throat. It's thick and warm and sweet. Everything an angel should be. I swallow as much as I can, but some dribbles down my chin. Slowly, I pull off of him, sucking off his tip with a pop.

We sit there, breathing for a few minutes before he chuckles and points to my chin.

"You missed a spot right there."

"Pfft-" I laugh and wipe it with my hand before licking it off. "Man, I'm hungry. What's a person got to do to get some breakfast around here?"

"Hmm I think a blowjob is worthy of a breakfast. How is a sandwich for your service?" He smiles softly.

"Sounds amazing, dear."