#pleas... ple..s..s.. please.... pls....plea....s.....ples....pleas.........

you and javi have been dating for a few months now. you’ve had sex a few times and recently discussed preferences in bed, including kinks. javi had told you that he was “free use”, that he was yours to use, whenever and for whatever. initially you thought he was joking but now you realise he was very serious. 

coming home from working in the town, you find the house seemingly empty of javi. you walk through the lounge, kitchen, and finally the long hallway to your bedroom finding no sign of javi until you open the bedroom door. as soon as you crack the door you hear an onslaught of desperate whines and whimpers and you’re greeted by the sight of javi, completely naked except for one of your shirts, rutting against your shared bed. 

“javi!” you yell in shock. he jumps, snapping his head around to see you. immediately, you see his gorgeous brown eyes and desperate look on his face begging for you. 

“ah, mi cariño,” he whines, “i’ve been waiting– i-i’ve prepped for you.” he sticks his ass up, pulling apart his asscheeks to show you the buttplug he’s placed in there. “i’m ready for you to use me.” the sight of your boyfriend whining and hard in only your shirt, showing you the plug in his ass, is a sight that’s truly heaven sent. he looks so blissfully fucked out and you haven’t even touched him yet. but you’re hesitant about using him. you prefer sex to be a mutual thing and using him just makes it sound like it’s all about you. 

“no sé, hermoso,” you say, instantly seeing the sadness in his eyes, “i feel like that’s selfish of me, what about your pleasure?” he starts shaking his head frantically.

“no, no, no, no, mi amor, you misunderstand,” he says, “that is my pleasure.” you come to the edge of the bed and let him hold your hands in his. “please, please, cariño. i really need you.” he lets go of your hands and leans back on the bed, lifting his legs up to show you both his aching cock and plugged hole. 

“oh fuck, javi,” you say, throwing your t-shirt off and climbing on top of him, “you make saying no so hard, you know that?” javi smiles, pulling you in for a kiss as you take off your pants. 

“okay,” you say, pulling away, “i’ll only do this if you show me how much you want it. i want you to beg.” javi’s brain immediately kicks into overdrive. 

“oh fuck, please, please, i need you to use my slutty hole til it’s leaking with your cum, señor,” he moans, rutting his cock against your stomach, “my hole is so needy for you– just look at it.” he flips himself over and grabs the end of the buttplug, slowly pulling it out, his hole making a lewd pop. with his face smooshed into the bed, he pries his asscheeks open. you watch as his hole aches for you, squeezing around air with the lube javi used making it look like a sopping wet cunt. you dip your fingers into his hole making him let out a shrill moan. you’re already hard as a rock at this point and almost as desperate as him but you still want to see him beg. you slip your fingers out and he almost cries. 

“please, i’ve been waiting so long for you, i did all of this just for you,” javi whines, “por favor papí.” that last word almost gets you, and javi can tell. “p-please, pleaseeee, p-p–pleaseee,” he starts to rut against air as his words start to dissolve in his mouth, “p-p-pl– ahh, p-papi– plea–se, ahh, f-f-uck me, p-ple-ase, ah– d–daddy.” you can’t resist the blubbering mess that’s become of javi and finally give in. you line your cock up with his hole and gently slide in. 

“you finally happy, you mutt?” you ask him, feigning malice. he smiles, his eyes squeezed shut as he nods. you push his head down into the bed and start pounding into his ass. the moans he lets out are borderline pornographic, you didn’t know you’re little javi had it in him. your pace in him is brutal and if it weren’t for his crying moans you probably wouldn’t even realise. javi had prepped his hole so thoroughly that you slide in and out with ease. 

“gawd, javi baby,” you moan, “your hole feels like it was made for me.” you swear javi replied saying it was but you could hardly tell over your moans and how unintelligible javi’s words have become. he’s been reduced to whines, moans, and half formed “fuck”s and “papi”s. 

much to javi’s whining dismay, you pull out of him before flipping him over and fucking back into him. 

“don’t worry, baby,” he says, kissing him on the forehead, “i wasn’t gonna leave your pretty hole alone for long. i just want to see your dumb expressions as i use you.” javi tries to respond but his ability to speak has long gone. he simply whines making the cutest pleading face you’ve ever seen. 

you thrust into him, focusing solely on trying to feel every inch of javi’s wet delicious hole. the way it sucks your cock in, clenching as you draw your hips back, all of it feels amazing. the sloppy tightness of it all gets you closer to your orgasm with each thrust. you increase your pace and watch as javi writhes underneath you. 

“mierda, bebecito,” you moan, “if i knew you’d look and feel like this i would’ve used you a long time ago.” you watch javi’s eyes roll back and a desperate whine leaves his lips as you say that. you can see his painfully hard cock aching for your attention as it smears precum across his stomach. you wrap your hand around his cock and jerk it gently, hoping to break javi even further. he starts to cry as you touch him whimpering and moaning before trying to mumble out a sentence. you release his cock, realising he was about to cum. 

“not yet, hermoso,” you say, leaning down to suck hickeys across his beautiful skin. you once again pull out of him, leaving him whining for your cock. “last time, lo prometo,” you say as you flip him onto his stomach. despite what little energy he has left, javi sticks his ass up for you, perfectly angled for you to slide back into. you kiss him gently on the back as a thank you.

knowing he’s getting close, you let your hips fuck into him without restraint. his moans are getting louder in spite of his face now being pushed into the bed sheets. he grabs fists of the bed sheets, clinging to them desperately as your thrusts leave him a sobbing mess. with a loud broken moan and a squeeze of his ass around your cock, javi cums. his orgasm racks through his body making him shudder and whimper before nearly going limp. you quickly follow, dumping your load in his ass with a breathy moan. 

you pull out, javi whining in protest, and reach over to grab the buttplug from before. you slip it into his ass, making sure all of your cum stayed inside. 

“that’s for later,” you whisper, kissing him on the thigh. javi hums sweetly, it’s all he can really do until his orgasm wears off. you get up and walk into the ensuite, finding a flannel and wetting it under the warm tap. you wring it out and gently clean your dick before returning to javi to clean him. you discard the towel onto the floor and snuggle up beside him, kissing his neck and shoulder softly. 

“what got you so wound up?” you ask, using a soft, lulling tone. javi mewls, turning to face you.

“y-you haven’t fucked me in weeks,” he whispers, “and– and you never took my desire for free use seriously, so i thought maybe i could like… seduce you into it.” he doesn’t look you in the eyes as he says this. he sounds ashamed almost. 

“oh no, mi vida,” you say, grabbing his face and kissing him all over, “lo siento mucho, mi baby, mil de disculpas. you should have told me, i promise i would've fucked you straight away.” he laughs and kisses you back. “lo prometo it had nothing to do with me not wanting you– i always want you. you just seemed down and i didn't think you'd want to. i'm sorry i didn't take what you said seriously, i guess i didn't know how to respond to someone trusting me that much with their body.” he lays his head against your chest. 

“está bien,” he mumbles against you, “i love you a lot and i want you to use me for your pleasure. i came almost completely untouched. your pleasure is my pleasure. trust me as much as i trust you, please.” you lean against his head, kissing the top of his hair. 

“of course, my baby. te amo también.”

☆☆☆☆

Venti was the first to stir awake, his vision hazy. The bonds of Electro around his wrists tingled against his pale skin, making him let out a small sound of discomfort that echoed in the silent room.

Zhongli awoke not long after, a deep groan escaping him as he realized he was in the same position as Venti- wrists bound, clothes torn and skin bruised, kneeling before…a throne?

Each of them realized their surroundings as they looked up.

Before them was an elaborate amethyst and yumemiru wood throne, backed by intricate screens covering the walls, all displaying the Electro sigil. And on the throne rested the Empress of Eternity, the Raiden Shogun herself.

Baal.

The expression on her face was nigh unreadable, but her posture was as unbothered as ever, legs crossed nonchalantly and her head resting in her hand as she leaned on one arm of the throne. Her guards were nowhere to be seen, but even without them, her presence was intimidating.

“So…the impotent gods themselves. It’s been a while. Barbatos, Morax.”

Zhongli’s low voice was the first to speak back. “I must say, Baal, this seems quite like a threat. Hardly polite behavior when addressing another archon-“

“Hush. You have no Gnosis, either of you. I see no archons before me. Only two fallen gods who failed to keep their reign intact.”

She stood gracefully, heels clicking against the wooden floor as she approached them. As she walked past, she gripped Venti’s hair and pulled harshly, forcing him to look back at her. The sudden movement forced a yelp from the bard.

“You have been silent, Barbatos…perhaps you suspect already why you have been brought here?”

“I-I-“ Venti’s usual snarky response refused to come, and even his stuttering was cut off by another high-pitched sound as she yanked his hair again. With a few steps she was in front of him, and she crouched to meet his eyes. Her half-gloved hand reached out to grab his chin, turning his face side to side before forcing him to face her again. He met her eyes for just a moment, but already she could see fear being replaced by…excitement? What a pathetic little masochist, she thought as she stood up abruptly, releasing his jaw.

“I will tell you why you have been brought here. So I may offer you a choice.”

“Your precious Traveler has been defeated. And yet again, you have failed to end my reign. It is only a matter of time before Inazuma reigns eternal not just over these islands, but over Mondstadt and Liyue as well. Of course, I will not offer you a place as my equal, but…even gods get lonely over the expanse of eternity. So I offer you this. Fight against me and lose, sentencing your kingdoms to destruction. Or…take your place kneeling by my throne, enjoy a life of comfort, and…your kingdoms shall be safe under my rule.”

Both were silent in response- and Baal was not having that. She glared at them.

“Perhaps I did not make myself clear. You either die fighting for regions who will be decimated the moment I strike you down, or you protect your homes and become, well…”

“Pets.”

Zhongli froze instantly, but Venti was still so hazy that it took him a moment to process. When he did, he went silent with shock, staring at Baal in that same mix of fear and excitement. She narrowed her eyes. Obviously Morax would be harder to break…

“You are not convinced? Hmm. Well…perhaps I may have to put in some extra work.”

Baal rose to her feet and approached Venti, gripping his hair again- though, gentler this time than before. Her hand moved down to caress his cheek, and a barely audible whine escaped his throat. She knelt in front of him, meeting his eyes steadily.

“You’ll be a good pet, yes?”

Venti hesitated for only a moment before nodding fervently, leaning into her hand. Her hand was just so soft…he was doing this to save Mondstadt, right?

Right?

She half-sneered at him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him forward by it, towards her throne. He stumbled, unable to crawl properly with his hands bound, but he certainly tried his best to make it to the throne. When Baal finally settled into her seat, she smiled at him and freed his hands from the electro bonds. “Good boy,” she cooed with a condescending leer. “Up onto my lap now.”

Venti scrambled to obey, crawling up into her plush lap, but she clicked her tongue at him. “Other way, pet. Face Morax, will you?” He nodded again and turned, hesitantly meeting Zhongli’s eyes. The expression in them was a mixture of shock and disgust at how easily Venti had broken, but somehow the disgust just spurred him on.

Baal’s arms wrapped around Venti’s waist to begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. She left it on once she was done, hanging open on the anemo archon’s small frame, and let him shift his hips up so she could tug off his shorts and tights. He scrambled to do so, and when he was finally bare besides his shirt, he had to hold back an impatient whine, trying to sneakily grind his cock against the arm around his waist. Baal just chuckled at him, moving her arm away just to hear his desperate whine as he thrusted his hips into air. “Aren’t you a needy little thing, hmm?”

The words were pouring out before Venti could stop himself. “Yes, y-yes I am, pl-lease-“

Baal hushed him, grabbing his chin with one hand to make sure his face stayed turned towards Zhongli. She spat on her other hand before wrapping it around his cock. The first noise that came from Venti was a sigh of pleasure and relief, but his whole body immediately stiffened up and he keened when he felt a tiny current of electro roll through his skin. “O-oh!” He choked out in surprise, bucking his hips

up towards her hand for more of that sensation. She obliged him, the currents getting stronger as his moans rose in pitch. Venti could barely keep his eyes open to look at Zhongli, but when he did, he was surprised to see a flash of excitement in Zhongli’s eyes, one that the geo archon quickly hid behind disgust.

“Look at him, Morax. Isn’t he a pathetic little darling? Doesn’t he fit into his role of pet so well?”

She paused for a moment to cover Venti’s neck and shoulders in bites and kisses.

“I wonder how long it will take you to break too.”

Venti’s small frame shuddered and jolted with each current she sent through him, and eventually one of his hands reached back to grip Baal’s thigh for support, his nails digging in slightly. “Ha-ah, oh, o-oh that feels g-good-“ he whimpered, the condescending chuckle that Baal responded with only making him squirm even more.

Then a particularly strong current came from her hand, and there he was, stiffening up with a shudder and coming.

Baal stopped for a moment in surprise, but quickly regained her momentum. “Awww, was that too much? Too much for your pathetic little cock?” Venti squirmed and shook his head no quite insistently, giving a few embarrassed whines. “N-n-o, I can t-take mo-ore, ‘m not pa-pathetic-“

“Oh, yes you are, and I love it.”

She gave him no warning before she started up again, the currents even stronger this time. Venti yelped and thrusted up into her hand, hips struggling her loose grip, but she gave a rather tame slap to his thigh, and he settled down quickly enough. “‘m sorry, ‘m s-so-orry-“ he hiccuped, starting to tear up with sensitivity. She shushed him, though her tone was slightly gentler. “That’s alright, pet, would you like me to slow down?” Venti immediately shook his head no, trembling in her lap. More tears started rolling down his cheeks at the thought of her stopping now.

“Nononono pleas-se, don’t stop!” He cried, his nails digging in further into the flesh of Baal’s thigh. “Want m-more, more, ple-please?”

Baal hummed in agreement, but rather than speed up her pace, she shifted the way he sat on her lap, nudging his legs apart until each one rested on an arm of the throne. Venti’s moans carried a hint of confusion now, but then Baal took the hand that wasn’t around his cock and ran her fingers over his tip, collecting the precum there.

And then, those two fingers slid down to circle his hole, and Venti nearly threw his head back in pleasure when the first finger slipped inside of him.

Baal had completely taken his breath away now, starting to curl her fingers in that oh-so-perfect way once she’d added a second finger. Despite making it clear that she was in control, she was gentle with him, so gentle Venti could fool himself that she cared.

She did, of course, but he didn’t need to know that just yet.

She was careful to observe his actions, desperate and lewd as they might be. He wasn’t attempting to rock back against her fingers yet, so she assumed the stretch must still burn a bit. Baal decided slowing her pace a bit may help, but then the tiny god’s hand reached down to wrap tightly around her wrist, as if to say, “no, keep going!” She wouldn’t deny him that when he’d been so good for her so far, so she didn’t slow too much.

It was another moment before Venti started moving against her hand and she decided that meant he was alright. He was full-on crying in pleasure now; poor thing was completely overwhelmed, and Baal tried to keep that in mind when she curled her fingers gently into that perfect spot inside of him. He jerked up in her lap with a high-pitched whimper at that, babbling incoherent nonsense that occasionally included her name. She shushed him soothingly, placing tender kisses against his pale throat, but didn’t slow, wanting to push him to that edge again. Venti started to double over as if trying to hide his coming climax, but she caught him, moving her hand away from his cock momentarily to press him back against her chest. Too fucked-out to struggle against that, he slumped against her as she returned her hand to his cock, her fingers still working inside of him.

“So, pet…how do you feel about my proposal now? Have I managed to convince you?”

“Yesyesyesy-yes, wanna be y-yours, please, j-just- just- just let me cu-cum, please-“

Baal chuckled, directing a wolfish smile towards Zhongli for a moment. “Go on then, darling, you can cum.”

Venti tensed up with a string of “thankyou-“s falling from his lips. His thighs shook as he came again.

Venti’s exhausted body went limp, and Baal kissed his forehead, shifting him to the side of her lap so he could curl up against her chest. “Good boy,” she cooed at him, stroking his hair as she carefully pulled her fingers out of him.

Then, as Venti was starting to drift off in her lap, she turned to Zhongli. “Your turn, Rex Lapis,” she said, somehow managing to make the title sound so utterly disrespectful. She tapped the ground with her foot.

“Here, boy.”

Zhongli scoffed at her at first, not moving an inch. But then she snapped her fingers and a band of electro wrapped around his neck like a collar. She made a come-hither motion and the collar tugged him forward. “I said, here, boy.”

Zhongli reluctantly obeyed, unable to deny that being treated like a lapdog made his core tighten. He crawled over to her foot, looking up at her. Her hand reached down as if she were a gracious goddess, bestowing a gift, and she brushed his hair out of his face before tugging on it.

“You see, Morax, Barbatos was a good boy, and he was rewarded for it. Only good boys get rewards, only good boys get their mistress’s hand. And you have not quite met my standards. So.”

She outstretched her leg towards him, never freeing him from the electro bonds the way she had with Venti. “Go on, brat. Get off on my leg like the dog you are.”

Zhongli gave a whine of protest, wanting more than her leg, but her quick glare silenced him as she turned back to Venti, whose face she covered in kisses.

He scooted forward and settled himself in front of her leg, face burning in humiliation, and started to grind slowly against it. The first moan that came from him was almost shocked, as if he couldn’t believe something like this would feel so, so good. Even his next few moans were choked as he started rutting against her leg a little faster, turning his face to hide it in the inside of her leg. His eyes rolled back in his head when she tugged him out by the hair, forcing him to look at her. Baal tsked disapprovingly at him.

“Oh no no, that will never do. You will look at your mistress so she can watch that stubborn, bratty face melt. Now. Continue. A little faster, if you think you can handle it; perhaps if you’re a good boy I’ll let you sit on my lap and ride my thigh instead.”

That was incentive enough for Zhongli, who picked up his pace with a whimper, holding eye contact with Baal the entire time. He almost wanted to cry in shame when he, still looking her in the eyes, started to pant like a dog, overwhelmed from how good it felt. But she just cooed at him and ruffled his hair. “Awww, there we go, see? Isn’t it nice to give up control, Morax? Doesn’t it feel good?”

He nodded with a whine that was significantly lower in pitch than Venti’s, but no less adorable.

“Words, pet.”

“Y-yes mistress, ‘t feels s-s-so good, f-feels- a-ah, hah!”

She smiled graciously at his answer, and then gestured for him to come sit up on her lap, next to Venti, who was slowly stirring awake again. Immediately, Zhongli obeyed, starting to grind on her soft thigh and letting out a moan.

“Think you can be a good boy for me?” She asked him, her tone almost bored.

“Ye-es, I c-can, I promi-ise-“

“Good.”

Baal shifted Venti in her lap slightly so Zhongli would have room. Venti gave a confused whine, but she soothed him with a kiss to his forehead.

“Now, here are the rules. You go on and strip for me, Morax-“ before she even finished that sentence, Zhongli was up and pulling off his clothes, tossing them to the side and settling back on her lap.

“-good pet- now, you sit here on my lap, and I’ll let you use my hand. But don’t you even think about cumming until I tell you to. Understood?”

Zhongli nodded quickly, a grateful moan catching in his throat as Baal started to stroke his cock. It took less than a few moments to have his head falling forward, his breath short and heavy. He squirmed as if trying to get away from her hand and get more of her at the same time, and she sneered. “What? You think you deserve what I gave Barbatos?”

Zhongli shook his head. “N-no, I d-don’t, but-but- p-please- I want-“

His sentence was cut off by a breathless cry as she sent those same electric currents she’d used on Venti through him as well. Now he understood why Venti had gone half insane over this- oh, it felt so good, slightly painful but good. His hands shot out to grip her shoulders tightly. When he realized what he was doing, he looked up at her with a panicked expression, but she nodded. “That’s alright, you can hold on.” He whimpered out his thanks as his hips started to jerk in her grip, trembling as the currents grew stronger. Oh, he was so close, and-

Fuck. He’d forgotten her rule.

He looked up at her again, this time more pleading. When she didn’t seem to notice, he pawed at her shoulder. “P-Please, mistress, please, c-c-ah- can I c-cum- I need- I n-need to, ah-“

Baal met his eyes with a bored expression. “Do you think you deserve it? Do you think you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, Ye-es, I’ve been g-good, please!”

“Hmm. Why don’t we ask Barbatos.”

Baal turned to Venti with a soft smile, petting his head. “Do you think we should let him cum, darling?”

Venti met his eyes for a moment long enough to leave Zhongli panicking. Then he nodded weakly, and Zhongli sobbed in relief.

“Go on then, Rex Lapis.”

Zhongli completely collapsed as he came. While the electro currents worked him through that climax, he folded into himself, sobbing in pleasure. Baal petted his hair like she had Venti’s, comforting him as he came down.

“Good boy, Morax~”

Baal opened her arms for him and Zhongli shifted to mimic the way Venti was sitting, curling up against Baal as he caught his breath. He had to admit, this was…nice. Being a pet hadn’t sounded good at first, but if this was what he got out of it…

Under the Influence - Simeon

Simeon should’ve known better than to accept a gift from the Avatar of Lust, or at least suspected something was amiss when the innocent looking chocolate tasted far sweeter than it had any right to be. Now, he paid for it. He felt almost feverish - his body too hot, face dripping with sweat as his expression screwed into something far from holy. He caught himself, stopping just in time to stifle a shameful sound. Simeon bit down on his lip, thighs barely apart as he fled through the hallway.

He couldn’t return to Purgatory Hall in this state. What if Luke saw him? Luke shouldn’t see this. He mustn’t. This wasn’t a sight for—-

He gasped, shuddering as the heat spread to his groin.

His body trembled as he clenched and unclenched his fists. It was a fierce struggle not to touch himself then and there. He was an angel. His will should be stronger than this -

“A—ah... !”

Simeon clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. His heart raced.

That-that was loud!

He glanced around cautiously, like a tentative naughty child.

No one heard. He was---

"Simeon?" You called, emerging from your room. "Are you alright?"

His dick twitched, coming to life.

Suddenly, everything felt worse, and the heat became stronger.

"No," he croaked, realization dawning, "no, no, no..."

This was dangerous. He was dangerous. He couldn't--

"What's--"

"I-" Simeon started, trying to warn you away, only for a sudden wave of lust to wash over him. He wanted to run, to disappear, to hide this disgraceful sight from you but his body would not obey. Instead, he found himself caging you against the wall, arms snaking around you.

His dick throbbed, straining against the fabric of his pants. It was becoming too much. Too hard to resist. This was dangerous.

Your face reddened as it finally clicked in your mind what was happening. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You didn't understand. This was so unlike Simeon!

"I'm s-sorry--" he said breathlessly, "I can--I can't stop myself--it's-"

He groaned.

"It's getting worse---I... a-ah," his hips bucked against his will, dick springing from his pants.

You could only gawk as the usually so put-together angel unraveled before your very eyes. He palmed his member, then jolted as if burned, almost as if uncertain where to put his hands. He desperately wanted to touch himself and yet he fought equally not to. Instead, he settled his arms around you.

"N-ngh... p-ple.. ea-ah--pl-please!" Simeon sobbed as he clutched you, hips giving a slight jerk. "Plea--I... o-oh.."

You jolted as he began grinding himself against you.

"S--Simeon!" You exclaimed, pushing him away. "Get a hold of yourself!"

Clarity returned to his eyes, followed closely by shame.

"You're right. I--I'm sorry, please. Asmo.. gave me s-something and now--I, ugh! G-get...away..." Simeon shuddered, eyes rolling as pleasure pulsed through him. "I don't want---"

He swayed unsteadily, face twisting in pain. He was clearly uncomfortable.

Your brows furrowed in anger.

This wasn't alright.

Asmodeus shouldn't have done this.

Simeon never even had the chance to consent because of Asmodeus' dishonesty. That was unacceptable.

You rolled up your sleeves and grabbed the angel by the hand, pulling him into your room and shutting the door. You pushed him onto the bed.

"What are you--" Simeon stammered fearfully, squirming as his dick flung up against his belly.

"Stay here." You said, your heart breaking at his terrified expression. "Lock the door. Take care of yourself. I'm going to get the antidote from Asmodeus."

"Wait--" Simeon grabbed your hand, desperately. "D-don't leave me like this! Please--I can't--I've never... hrk!"

He shuddered, eyes widening in terror as his mouth opened into a wordless 'o', and his tongue lolled out.

"Simeon?"

His dick felt odd. He felt--no, that couldn't--

"S--something is wro--ngh!"

Orgasm hit him suddenly, wracking violently through his body like a tidal wave of pleasure. His legs trembled, back arching, as his eyes rolled back and he screamed.

A creamy white substance splattered on his pants, against your bed and even on your shirt.

Simeon thrashed, hands clawing at his face as he wailed. His shirt tore as three pairs of white feathery wings stretched through. It looked immensely painful to have his wings forcibly pulled out from him.

Blindly, he grabbed you and wrapped you in his wings.

"D-don't look!" Simeon pleaded, "I can't--I can't stop this!"

He hid this form for a reason. And now, thanks to Asmodeus, he had lost all control of his body.

"Look away!" He sobbed, wings furling around you so that you could not see through his feathers. But it was pointless because your eyes were already wide open, fixated on the addition pair of eyes on his face.

You understood, now, why the angels always told humans to 'fear not.'

An angel's true form was... terrifying.

you couldn't take it anymore.

it felt like you've been in your shared bedroom for hours, jeonghan edging you for the third time now.

"i feel your tight hole clenching around me baby, you're driving me crazy", his words making you shiver under his every little touch.

"c'mon han, please..." you whispered, grabbing the sheets under your trembling body.

"please what?", he pouted, giving your clit a few strokes with his fingers, stopping his hips and staying still in you.

you felt so full, feeling every inch and vein of his length with your abused walls.

"y-you know so please, hurry up", you didn't want to choke out your words in such a desperate way, but oh god were you that close to cum and still he didn't hesitate to tease you.

"how should i know if you don't tell me?", he chuckled and roamed his hands on your thighs, squeezing a little on your sides; "i'm not a genie, you know", he smirked and slipped out of you, teasing your clit with his red tip.

you weren't sure you could take all his little games anymore; your cries could probably be heard by your neighbours but you didn't care.

"let m-me cum, please", you held on to his wrist, using the bits of energy you still had to roll your hips onto his cock.

"beg, more", he slipped into your core once again making you squirm under his touch, his lips brushing onto the skin of your neck.

"plea- ngh, jeonghan, pl-please let me cum, i n-need it", you stumbled upon your own words, unable to form a single sentence.

"is this all you've got?", he slowly pounded into your dripping core, gripping your hips so strong it probably was leaving bruises.

you couldn't handle it anymore, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your voice cracking while crying out some "please" and so on.

"good girl."

jeonghan was mesmerized by the sight of you looking so fucked out, your core clenching around his lenght and your sweet cries fulfilling his ears.

"you've been so good, i'll let you cum nice and hard on my cock mh?", he grabbed your thighs and started moving his hips so fast and strong you felt like you were in heaven.

you couldn't think of anything that wasn't his cock reaching all your sweet spots, making you so drunk on his thrusts.

you were bubbling incoherent words, and probably were looking so dumb. but did you care? not really.

"shit- did i fuck you stupid, angel?", he chuckled trying to hold back his moans, pounding into your wet pussy and stretching it out.

you felt so close to your orgasm, being denied one for three times. you were so sensitive and felt his every thrust with every inch of your walls.

you pleaded him for the nth time now, your legs shaking.

"ple-please, ngh, 'm so so close", and jeonghan felt it;

the way you were clenching around him was impressive, your tightness making him shiver in pleasure.

"c'mon baby, cum for me like the good girl you are mh?", he reached your clit with his thumb, rubbing it in harsh circles.

the knot in your stomach was so different, and you knew what was happening.

his thrusts were so hard and deep you almost felt yourself like opening in half, but it felt too good you didn't want him to stop; but you knew you had to.

"p-pull out, pull out", and when he did - still holding your thighs tightly -, he was overwhelmed by seeing yourself rubbing your clit and making yourself squirt all over the bed and his pelvis.

"fuck", that's all he said, mesmerised by the way you were still clenching around nothing and overstimulating your swollen clit.

your moans could probably be heard by everyone in your neighbourhood.

you were shaking so much and it felt so good, probably the best orgasm you've ever had.

he took your hand when you stopped your fingers from moving on your bundle of nerves and slipped in you once again, making you squeeze your thighs.

he held onto them and started pounding again.

"i'm gonna fill you up to the brim until all you know is my cock", he whispered chasing his own high with your flattering wet walls.

you cried out moans out of overstimulation, feeling so full of him and his cum.

he slowly pulled out, his release dripping out of your hole.

jeonghan caressed your legs, sweetly opening them to lay a tray of kisses on your thighs.

"you've been so good for me baby," he sleeply smiled while going up, "now i'm going to take care of you okay?"

he chuckled as you stroked his hair and sweetly kissed his lips, him holding your face to pepper it in kisses.