#sub!simeon

"y-y/n..." simeon whispered with a silent sob, his breath stuttering even though he wasn't really crying yet. you lifted a hand to wrap around his as it clutched your white sheets so hard you thought he'd break them. the second he felt your skin, his fingers abandoned the fabric to hold onto you instead. after all, why should the sheets have to suffer when you were the one torturing him? 

"shhh, my love. i've got you." you mumbled against his thigh, unlatching your lips from it to instead lick the sensitive bruise. the whole problem was that you had him. under your care, his thighs hadn't gotten a moment of rest since you realized he was sensitive there. 

earlier, as you both had been sitting together watching a movie, you had moved your hand to reach for candy, grazing simeon's thigh only a few inches from his cock. your pretty little angel's breath had hitched and you nearly attributed it to the movie until you glanced up and saw that the characters were only sleeping. when you looked back at his face, you saw his eyes glued to the tv screen and decided to leave your hand where it was, planting it firmly on his leg and squeezing just to watch him squirm slightly from the attention. 

suddenly, simeon had been laid down on the bed, his pants stripped from him. the poor thing had only his sweater on with his legs fully vulnerable to your newfound interest in them. 

"ow!!" he cried out with a whine, his hand squeezing yours tightly when you bit his sensitive skin. he jerked his leg away when you pulled off, only to have your free hand grab it and drag it back to press a kiss to the reddening spot. 

"i'm sorry, too hard, beautiful?" you asked, rubbing his thigh soothingly to make him melt again and simply twist his face into the pillow with a whimper. something about how you truly did want to take good care of him made him so pliant to your desires, even if it meant his thighs would be covered in bruises afterwards. 

"yes..." the angel whimpered eventually, his face blushing further--if that was possible--as he heard you coo at him and whisper sweet apologies that he knew were halfhearted. 

then, you kissed the tip of his dick as apology and he nearly screamed from how sensitive it was. he had been waiting for you to move on from his thighs for so long, dying for you to go just a few inches higher. he bucked his hips up against your face, chasing the sinful lust he had been taught to hate. 

"you look so pretty like this, angel." you whispered, pulling away from his lower half entirely and letting go of his hand to instead hold both of his thighs, pulling them open to look at your handiwork. he was prettier than the louvre, soft flesh covered in red marks and bruises.

"pretty enough for you to... give me more?" simeon pleaded softly, his request like honey to your ears. of course you knew he wanted you to pay more attention to his throbbing dick, but you couldn't help it. until your precious darling said the vulgar truth of what he wanted in proper words, you'd just have to keep torturing him. 

"of course, my love." you told him sweetly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips before holding his hand again as you went lower, and lower, past his leaking, neglected dick, and to his sore thighs. the angel immediately whined, trying to push your head away only to have your hand pin one of his to the mattress, only giving him the choice to endure it and squeeze your palm for support. 

his other hand was quickly smacked away, his attempts at pushing you only earning him another bite. simeon tried to pull his thighs closed, only to be blocked by your presence between them. after another nip, he went limp with a whimper, giving into your gentle bites and kisses as his tears started to fall from overstimulation. 

your eyes flickered up to your gorgeous angel, melted into the bed and holding your hand like it was his only lifeline. he looked down at you, biting his lip. 

your mouth pulled off of him with a soft, pop. "you tired baby? we can stop if you want." you offered him, rubbing his thigh soothingly. when you saw him shake his head and shyly mutter something about how he wanted more, your eyes lit up and you kissed him again. time with him really was heavenly. 

a/n: i found more dividers 😛

It registered your absence the way a compass registers being moved from north—not painfully, nor dramatically, just a constant, low, animal awareness of wrong direction.

He would sit beside you and feel the few inches between your bodies like a held breath. He would think about your hand on his wrist and his whole attention would narrow to the memory of it, the specific pressure and warmth of it, the way it had lasted only a second and left an impression like a brand.

And the worst part of this all—the most shameful part—was that the more he got to feel, the more he wanted. He would crave these interactions with you. He'd bring you tea and coffee just to feel the way your knuckles brushed against his. He would purposefully sit closer to you on a bench or in a booth just for the hopes that your knee might nudge against his. It was pathetic really, an angel yearning for attention. But it made his cheeks and tips of his ears hue a pinkish color, made his heart hammer faster in his chest. He wanted your touch, he wanted you to lay your entire body against his, so he can feel the same sparks of electricity that shoot up his arm when you touch his hand, over his entire body.

He wanted—craved what an angel was not supposed to have. And if he continued to indulge, he feared that he may no longer be able to stay within good graces. He'd eventually give in, and he couldn't let that happen. No matter how bad he wanted it.

But it happened when you were both alone in his room in Purgatory Hall. Luke had been with Diavolo and Barbatos making some dessert, and you had come over to, supposedly, study.

You are both in his bed together, since his desk only has room for one chair. There are various papers scattered out before the two of you, and the weight on the bed keeps making him fall towards you on every small shift of movement. You lean over to look at the contents of the paper in front of him, and he's able to look down your shirt and see your cleavage. He fights back his blush and quickly averts his gaze, swallowing hard enough to make an audible sound.

"Are you okay, Simeon? You aren't feeling sick, are you?" You ask softly, voice sweet and laced with genuine concern. You lean in to press your hand against the back of his forehead to check for possible fever, and gods is that not helping his situation.

What the angel hadn't anticipated would be the betrayal of his own body.

He feels himself start to harden under his robes, a foreign feeling. It's literally never happened before, and it causes an overwhelming onslaught of emotions to rush through him.

"W-Wait stop-" He gasps, scooting away from you like he's been burned, holding his hands out in front of him to create a physical barrier between the two of you. "Sorry, just, please give me a moment, I don't feel like myself." He blurts out, hurried. His face has bloomed a pretty red against his golden skin. His chest rises and falls quickly, and he avoids any sort of eye contact with you.

You start to become rather concerned. You think something might be seriously wrong, and you scoot closer, taking his hand and tracing little shapes into his palm.

"Simeon..." You start, voice soft and gentle as if anything louder will break the fragility of the tension between you and the delicate angel. "You know you can tell me if something is bothering you, right? Did you not want to study with me today?"

"No it- it's not that, it's just-" He looks down at his hand, at the small circles you're tracing around his palm. It feels so good, like a trail of fire following your finger. He wants you to light him on fire. And that thought alone, is what makes his eyes become suddenly misty.

You quickly rush to cup his cheeks, using your thumbs to softly brush away his tears. It only makes him cry harder. Your brows pinch up in concern, hiking yourself up on your knees to soothe him. "Simeon, please tell me what is wrong. I don't know how to help you right now-"

"It's you!" He manages to choke out. "I feel things I shouldn't when I'm around you... and it's making weird changes to my body-" He wipes his own tears, collecting himself. "I'm experiencing arousal when angels aren't supposed to."

You take a few seconds to blink, wrapping your head around the information. "Arousal? You mean...?" You look down at his lap. A small tent has formed in his pants, then you look back up to his inflamed face. His lips pout into an ashamed frown, his glossy eyes looking away, as if he is disgusted in himself.

"Simeon, honey, it's okay." You say immediately. You cup his chin and direct him to look at you. Your eyes are warm and inviting, his hand still cupped in your own. "It's completely normal."

"It's not okay. Angel's are supposed to be above this.''

You try to think of the right thing to say. "I think it's more cruel to deny your body of it's natural desires. It's only a sin when you overindulge in it, Simeon. And even if you do- look at Lucifer and his brothers. Do you honestly think they're bad people for giving in to what they want?"

Simeon sits in silence for a moment, and when you start to pull away your hand to give him space he grabs it again and puts it back. "I don't-" He starts, voice small. "I don't want you to stop touching me. Please."

"Okay." You whisper back, softly running your fingertips over his palm, the back of his hand, up his arm. You feel him tense and shiver beneath you.

"It feels good." He whispers back, his hands shaking as he reaches for you, and you don't stop him when they rest on your waist. The position is a bit awkward, but you let him explore at his own pace, with hesitancy.

"Yeah, it does. Do you want to feel more?" You ask softly. It's only a suggestion, an offer. It's not something you are forcing upon him, and surprisingly, he responds with a nod.

"Yeah... yes please."

Your hands wander up his arms, circling his bare shoulders. His breath hitches with the contact. "Would you like to kiss?"

There's no answer for a bit, but you hear his heart going faster in his chest. You allow him the time to decide, not rushing him, but your fingertips still languidly explore his body.

"Sure... if you want to, too." He nods, shifting closer to you a bit clumsily. "Sorry," he whispers, a bit hushed.

"Don't be." You murmur back, leaning in slowly, pausing just when your lips were about to meet. Your hand finds the back of his neck, running your nails through the loose curls there. For a moment, you feel his staccatoed breath against your lips, and then you close the gap slowly.

He makes a soft noise into your mouth as you kiss him, climbing into his lap to deepen it. Your hold on the back of his head has turned into a bit of a cradle, and you brush your tongue against his plush, bottom lip, asking for permission.

When his lips part, you explore him further, and after a minute passes you pull back to look at the dazed angel. He looks utterly beautiful like this. You've never seen him outside of his usual pristine. His hair is sticking up in some places, his lips shiny from shared spit, and the pinkish hue on his cheeks remains prominent.

"You're gorgeous." You whisper, shifting in his lap, your own arousal becoming apparent, and then your hands trace around his ears before coming to rest on his cheeks. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But if you want, we can take it further?"

Simeon just nods, grabbing your hand and kissing the inside of your palm. "This feels like more of a blessing than a sin. Please... please keep going y/n."

You lean in to connect your lips again, and this time, you rock into his lap. You feel his hardness incessantly pressing up into you, and he starts to whimper into the kiss, his breathing stuttering. "Ah- y/n-"

"Shh..." You soothe, grinding into his lap and guiding his hands to your waist, giving him something to hold onto. "It feels good, doesn't it? Just enjoy it..."

Simeon's hands tremble on your waist, struggling to suppress his little grunts and whimpers that spill from him. He squeezes your hips harder. "Oh gods- yes, yes it feels so good, please don't stop y/n, please-" He gasps, words breaking yet coherent enough for you to understand him.

You tuck his head into your neck, hands wrapping around his back to get a better angle. You drag your bodies against each other, feeling his breathing become labored against you.

He might have never experienced anything like this before, but he knows the logistics of it, enough to know that the build in his stomach is probably an orgasm.

"Y/n... I think I'm-"

You roll your hips down harder, determined to get him off. "That's it, angel, you're going to cum for me, okay?"

"Okay, y/n, okay... mmph-!" He gasps into your shoulder, his hips twitching wildly against yours, you feel his thighs shaking and then you see the cum seeping into the robes, soiling them.

"Good boy... such a good boy." You coo, pushing his hair behind his ears. "That was great for your first time. Did it feel nice?"

Simeon is still collecting himself, looking a bit blissed out as his eyes dilate then focus on you. "Yeah- yes. So good, y/n." He manages to let out a small, breathy chuckle.

"What?" You laugh with him, eyes crinkling. "What's funny?"

"It's just-" He sighs, looking down at his disheveled self. "For centuries and centuries I've prioritized my purity. I've never given into any desire of mine, so much so that it's left me rather touch starved." His hands find yours, holding them tenderly.

"I just never imagined that a human like yourself would be the one to undo me."

You smile at him, giggling a little. "Well, maybe it's good to explore a little, then. Maybe your next lesson should be learning how to undo me."

That makes Simeon's eyes darken a bit. Now that he's had a taste, he fears that resistance might become an impossible feat. What's more, falling from grace is starting to look more appealing. He pulls your hand in, kissing along your knuckles.

"I think I'd like that very much. Where do I start?"

 Simeon had been acting a little odd over the past two weeks.

To start with, he’d been staring at you more often. In classrooms, around the house, out in public, anytime he could look at you, he would. It was like his mind would just shut down when he laid eyes on you. You would have assumed he were simply lost in thought if not for the way his eyes studiously tracked your every movement.

Simeon had also been following you around, linking your arms, laying his head on your shoulder, linking your ankles together under tables. Ultimately, these were all innocent gestures, but Simeon still normally abstained from them in public.

That’s not even mentioning the way he’d been fussing over everyone. No one was safe, demon, human or angel, but you and Luke were subject to the worst of Simeon’s sudden mothering desire. He was buttoning up your coats, encouraging you both to eat more, and stepping in whenever either of you tried to use a knife or stay up late.

And perhaps the most obvious change, Simeon had been walking around with his wings out whenever he was home, loudly and pointedly complaining that he couldn’t reach some of the feathers at the back, but that he had to preen them (feathers you had definitely seen him preen before with no difficulties.) When you had taken his not-so-subtle hint and offered to do it for him, Simeon turned into a purring and chirping mess in about five seconds, his wings ruffling and puffing up in happiness.

So, yeah, it had been a weird two weeks. Until Solomon had been possessed by a rare form of compassion (or more likely had become bored at seeing you run around like a headless chicken and wanted to see what you’d do with more information) and gave you a small book about angels and their heat cycles.

Suddenly it all felt rather obvious. Simeon was in heat.

And not only was he in heat, no, when you brought it up, he dropped another bombshell on you.

“I love you,” Simeon proclaimed sincerely, his blindingly white wings fluttering slightly behind him. “And I want our love to create a pup for us, for our family. My heats have never been like this before, they’ve never been so strong, and I know why. It’s because it was never right before, but now, now I know it’s right. I can feel it.”

The discussion didn’t end there of course. Simeon had tentatively shown you the nest he’d been building in the wardrobe and after showering it in praise, you snuggled down together with some hot chocolate for a long talk about your future together.

And by the time Simeon’s heat was at its peak, you had decided. You were going to try for a pup together.

…

Simeon was laying on his back in his nest while you perched between his legs. Missionary was Simeon’s favourite position, and for such a special occasion, of course you were going to indulge that. He loved to kiss and make eye contact during sex, he was quite the romantic, not that you were surprised. 

Speaking of eyes, Simeon’s were absolutely shining as he stared up at you intensely.

“Are you ready for me?” you cooed, rubbing the tip of your nose against him. “Are you ready for us to make a pup?”

Simeon went red around the ears as he smiled at you. Angels’ heats weren’t as disorientating as human or demon heats, but they still came with emotional shifts that you could see clearly in your mate. He was more open, less refined and less controlled, softer and gentler and happier.

“Yes,” he breathed, bumping his nose back against yours. “I want this. So much.”

“I’m glad, so do I.”

And with that, you slipped the head of your cock into him. He was tight and warm, and he felt amazing. Simeon sighed happily as you sunk a couple of inches in. The dim light of his nest (since you had introduced him to fairy lights, he had covered the ceiling of the wardrobe over his nest with them) reflected prettily over Simeon’s soft skin.

“You’re stunning,” you murmured into his ears as you slipped a few more inches inside him.

“So are you,” Simeon cupped your face gently. “And our pup will be, too.”

“If they look anything like you, they certainly will be.”

Simeon smiled the smile he used when he was refraining from fondly rolling his eyes and locked his ankles behind your back to pull you flush against him. Every inch of his skin felt warm against your own.

You understood the message and started to move, savouring every moment of intimacy with your mate. Simeon made a content humming noise, his scent getting stronger as you stroked up and down his hips with featherlight touches. You loved lavishing his skin with attention, it was always so sensitive, especially around his hips.

It was slowly starting to become clear that his heat was getting a hold on him, not just from his scent but in the way he was reacting to your touches. His eyes were heavily lidded, he was biting his bottom lip and you could feel him getting wetter and wetter around you, the sounds of his gentle moans and hums filling the small space of his nest.

According to the book Solomon had given you, angels in heat had very strong breeding kinks, especially those who were genuinely trying to conceive. You could use that.

“You’re going to look perfect when you’re pregnant with my pup,” you purred, rubbing Simeon’s flat stomach. Simeon moaned and nodded his head furiously. “Tummy all round and swollen, and everyone will know that it’s my pup you’re carrying, that you’re my mate, no one else’s.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yours, your pup,” Simeon panted, locking his hands around your neck. “I need it, give me your pups, please!”

You growled and bent down to suck a trail of hickeys from Simeon’s jaw down to his collarbones.

“Pups? You want more than one? Such a good omega, giving me lots of pups,” you said, revelling in the way Simeon was reacting to you. He was so pliant, so eager for you to knock him up. “I’ll try and get you twins or triplets, baby, but don’t worry, if you only have one, I can just breed you again. Keep you pregnant, would you like that?”

Simeon yelped as you wrapped your hand around his cock.

“Yes! I want to be pregnant, I want pups to look after, I want our pups to look after!”

“You’ll get so used to being pregnant that it’ll feel wrong when you aren’t, you’ll beg me to breed you again and again, won’t you baby?” you teased, rubbing at his nipples when Simeon was too distracted to answer you. He was so weak to dirty talk, ironic as that was. “Or maybe I should make you wait. I won’t breed you until the youngest is at least a hundred years old, hmm, make you desperately wait for it, begging to be bred all the time.”

Simeon choked, his mind frantically trying to wrap itself around your promises.

“No, you said you’d give me a pup, don’t make me wait!” he whined, pressing a shaky hand to your face to try and implore you to give him what he wants.

“I’m only teasing, my love,” you said, pressing a kiss on Simeon’s lips. “Are you ready for my knot, baby boy? Want alpha to fill you up?”

Simeon pushed his hips down to meet your strokes, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“Fill me up,” he moaned, tears gathering on his waterline. “I need it, please.”

You leant down and kissed your mate softly for a moment.