Mayerine

icecream-and-gadreel:

Warnings: Heat play(?), bratty sub!Gadreel, marking, rough sex, mild aftercare, Demon!reader 

A/N: THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME WOW

Gadreel twists his wrists in the leather straps around his wrists, arching and twisting off of the bed. He lets out a soft groan, once more kicking the blanket off of his naked form. He’s drenched in sweat, body flushed. After so many centuries in hell, you don’t really mind the heat anymore. Angels, however, always seem to overheat so easily. As you drag your nails down his torso, he curses under his breath.

“Language, angel, a potty mouth is so unbecoming of you,” you coo, winking at him when he glares. 

“Harder, coward,” he hisses, wiping the smile right off of your face. “Unless this is the best you’ve–” He cuts himself off as you trace your finger over the head of his cock, his stone look melting into one full of lust as you grip his shaft. You watch as the marks you made begin to flush red, running your tongue over your lip. 

He bruises so damn beautifully. The angel’s so headstrong, so fucking disobedient, but the way he marks makes up for it. “I’ve got much more up my sleeves, handsome,” you say, pulling your hand from his cock. You shimmy your panties down your thighs, letting them fall to the ground. He watches you intently, frowning when you begin circling the bed. 

“Get over here,” he growls, yanking at the leather straps. “I’m sick of waiting –”

“You came to me, remember?” you ask. He clamps his mouth shut, chest heaving as he watches you climb onto the bed. You slowly crawl toward him, flickering your black eyes on with a devious grin. As you straddle his hips, you grip his length, rubbing your hand up his chest as your press the head of his cock between your folds. Without warning, Gadreel bucks his hips up, bottoming out inside of you with one thrust. You cry out, hands resting on his shoulders as he begins fucking into you. 

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