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“Don’t tell me you’re still watching that angel. ” Miguel’s advisor, Jess, spits the last word as if it were something filthy.
As far as the demon lord and his most trusted advisor are concerned, it is a filthy word. Not that Miguel cares. He’s the king of Hell, he can do whatever he wants.
Jess couldn’t be more correct, though. He is using his Sight Glass to watch her, and he’s only a little embarrassed about it. Watching that angel seems to be the only thing Miguel is interested in recently.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you to address me as Lucifer every now and then,” Miguel says, and doesn't even bother to look up from the Sight Glass. He’s too absorbed in the view.
“Besides,” he drawls. “She’s not an angel.”
Jess scoffs.
“Well, no, she’s not but- damn, Miguel she’s way worse than an angel.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
She’s right. As usual.
The “angel” in question is no angel at all. She’s one of the 88 divine heavenly bodies, which means she's several steps above any regular angel. In all of the celestial realms, there is no higher honor that can be achieved.
She’s much, much worse than an angel.
Miguel brushes her off.
“Sure, sure. Shouldn’t you be heading off to Earth right now?” The demon lord doesn’t have time to listen to another lecture. He has better things to do- er, watch.
“Suit yourself, Lucifer,” she says mockingly.
“But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She says, her annoyance very clear in her tone.
Pfft. Miguel knows that Jess is only acting like this because she cares, but that doesn’t make it any less annoying.
Miguel continues to stare into the Sight Glass. Sure, it might be a little unreasonable to watch her, considering he still hasn’t spoken a word to the heavenly body. But here he was, utterly transfixed. He wants her, at any cost. And he’s prepared to do just about anything to have her.
There are plenty of people in Hell that want Miguel, and as the demon lord, there are plenty of issues that should be higher up on his priority list.
He doesn’t care at all, though. That heavenly body is all he can think about- it was almost as if someone’s cast some kind of Bonding spell on him.
He almost wishes that was the case- at least then, he’d have an excuse.
Jess has long since left the room, but Miguel doesn’t notice. He simply can’t tear his eyes away from her.
Or rather, you.
You’re the heavenly body that’s been driving Miguel up the wall. He laid eyes on you for the first time a few months ago. Right away, he could tell there was something different about you. Sure, you looked the part. Had the whole pious, holier than thou act down pat.
There was something about your eyes, though. Something that suggested that you weren’t as angelic as you appeared. Unamused, and full of secrets. The moment Miguel’s red eyes met yours, he swore on his life that he would be the one to expose those secrets. Call him prideful, but he wants to bring you down to his level.
He wants to be the sole reason, the sole person responsible for plucking a star straight out of the sky.
The thing is, he still isn’t sure why it has to be you. There are 87 other heavenly bodies, and they’re ALL beautiful and yet… And yet Miguel has a violent urge to use your halo like a handle as he fucks the holiness right out of you.
And Miguel knows exactly how to get what he wants. The demon lord is always prepared, and this situation is no different.
All he needs is a moment alone, just one moment away from prying eyes.
He wonders, idly, what an angel would taste like.
Miguel shakes his head vigorously. He won’t get anywhere with just mere thoughts. It’s time to act.
Maybe Miguel would need to take a field trip to Earth.
*****
You’re bored .
There’s simply no other word for it.
Having everything you could possibly want is… God, it’s so boring. You name it, you have it. Be it gold, admirers, prestige, or beauty. You have it.
You just can’t bring yourself to care.
You thought that being appointed as one of the heavenly bodies would be the best thing to ever happen to you. But life as a highly revered deity is woefully uneventful. Your eldest brother, Peter, always does everything in his power to make sure you have everything you need, and you’re extremely grateful to him for that.
Something is just… off. Heaven was too clean, too pristine. The white and hold that adorned your world burned your eyes.
You never felt that you truly belonged, even before your promotion. Everyone around you only seems to care about kindness , and goodwill.
Ugh.
You just want to have fun.
Now, this isn't to say that you don't care about those things. Of course you do- they don’t go around appointing just anyone as a heavenly body. You just think that there’s more to life than golden light and halos.
So maybe that’s the reason you were more than a little intrigued when you met Lucifer on one of his excursions to earth a few months ago. You've seen your fair share of beautiful men in your incredibly long lifetime, but… wow. The raw aura of power that the demon lord exuded was not one that you would forget anytime soon.
You wouldn’t mind seeing him again.
Rest assured, that was NOT the reason you accepted a guardianship assignment on earth.
(Read: it was. )
You shake your head, attempting to clear your thoughts. But, to your dismay, you just can’t seem to banish a certain pair of red eyes from your mind.
There’s a small, unchecked part of you that longs for a taste of the demon lord’s power. You want to look into those red eyes and beg for mercy as he-
“Hey, is, um. Is everything alright? Is something troubling you?”
You are pulled from your reverie by the sound of your best friend’s voice.
“Oh, hey. I’m fine, Pav, thanks for worrying though.”
Pav’s brow furrows.
“You know, I have 2 months worth of extra wisdom on you. I can tell when you’re not okay.” He says, folding his arms across his chest.
You can’t help but laugh. Leave it to Pav to mention, for the thousandth time, that he was born two months before you.
“Thanks, o Wise One. But I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself.” You say playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
Pav tuts, but returns your smile nonetheless.
“Someone’s feeling feisty today, huh? Is it because of that guardian deal down on earth?” He asks.
“Yeah, it’s kind of a drag. But. Duty calls, you know?”
For a heavenly body, you are a fantastic liar.
Pav nods understandingly, all too familiar with taking unpleasant jobs. After all, the grueling task of ejecting Fallen deities from the celestial realm fell to him.
You sigh inwardly, thankful for Pav’s implicit trust in you.
“Well, I guess you’d better get going soon, then?” He says, turning his attention to a rather thick scroll.
You nod and bid goodbye to Pav before returning to your chambers. You still need to prepare a few things, but it was time to travel to earth.
Finally.
*****
Target acquired, Miguel thinks, smiling to himself. He’d mentally prepared himself for having to spend a lot of time looking for you, but he finds you only after a few minutes.
Maybe Nueva York isn’t so big, after all.
You are sitting alone in a tree, head thrown back and feet propped up. You look… delicious. Your sun-kissed skin is glowing, and you’re wearing a shirt that’s just a little too big for you. It hangs off one of your shoulders in such a way that makes Miguel want to rip it from your chest.
The demon lord is struck with a sudden urge to touch your wings and see if they’re as sensitive as he hoped they’d be… if only he could just see them.
Miguel sighs. As much as he loves looking at your- ahem, the heavenly body, that isn’t what he came all the way up to Earth for. He approaches you with swift, confident strides.
“Isn’t working yourself to the point of exhaustion like, a sin or something?”
Your eyes fly open, attention snapping to the demon lord. To Miguel’s dissatisfaction, you only let your surprise show for a brief moment.
“Well, I’m sure you’re well-versed in all things sinful. You tell me, demon.” You say, disdain evident in your voice. You hadn’t expected to see him so soon, and you didn’t feel prepared. You could only hope that you could hide your nervous excitement behind an indifferent facade.
He doesn’t miss the way your eyes travel up and down his body. He now knows that he made the right choice in wearing a thin, billowy button down with leather pants. The demon lord is hot, and boy does he know it. Miguel cocks an eyebrow.
“That’s Lucifer to you.” He watches you intently, oh-so curious as to how you will react. You merely scoff at him. For someone so ridiculously beautiful, Miguel was annoying.
“I didn’t hear you address me as one of the-” you clear your throat and straighten your back. “88 divine heavenly bodies, so we’ll call it even, yeah?”
The demon lord can’t stop the smirk that forms on your face. You have quite the attitude for someone with a halo floating over their pretty little head. This was going to be a lot of fun.
“So, what brings Your Divinity down to earth, hm?”
Now it was your turn to smirk.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m here on a guardianship mission.”
“What in the absolute fuck is a guardianship mission?”
You can’t help but huff and roll your eyes. Of course Miguel doesn’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Still, you can’t help but be amused by Miguel’s obvious disdain.
“Well. It’s more of a mission to see who has… a particularly strong need for a guardian. I’m not actually here to protect anyone. It’s more of a preemptive visit.” You say, taking care to remain patient as you explain the concept to him.
The demon lord forgets that he’s actually supposed to be listening to whatever you are saying. He’s abandoned the whole “paying attention” thing in favor of staring at the lips of his favorite heavenly body. Who could blame him? They look soft, plump, and oh. Is that lip-gloss?
“Well? Why are you here?” Your tone is sharp; it brings Miguel out of his little daydream, and he’s suddenly aware of your annoyed gaze.
“Oh. I’m, uh. Sightseeing.” He says quickly.
It isn’t even technically a lie. He is here to see something, but the heavenly body didn’t need to know that the “something” he’s here to see is a sweaty you, writhing underneath him.
At least not yet, anyway.
“Sounds nice. Anyways, you are very clearly bored, and this is very clearly a waste of my time. If you’ll excuse me.”
Before Miguel can even open his mouth, you are gone. But the demon lord didn’t get to where he is today by giving up easily. To be honest, he’s kind of excited by the prospect of having to work to win your attention. That only meant that he’d get to have fun for even longer, and besides.
The demon lord is a sucker for a good challenge.
What was that saying, again? If at first you don’t succeed, find another way to seduce the divine heavenly body?
Eh, it’s probably something like that. He ruffles his hair, which is getting long enough to pull-not that he’s keeping track or anything- and saunters back to his flat.
He has some thinking to do.
*****
Miguel looks for you, wandering through alleyways and parks. And really, he’s just following his gut and trusting that he’ll see you somewhere. Finally, he reaches a heavily wooded park. It’s a beautiful place, but damn , this is so confusing.
He could swear that he senses your presence, but the only thing he sees is a couple of humans in the distance. He plops down on a bench, frustrated. He leans back, trying to calm himself and- oh.
There you are, hovering in the night air. You look absolutely breathtaking. Everything about you is perfect, and your wings, please , your wings. The moonlight catches them just right, and Miguel is overcome once again with the need to touch them.
Maybe he will. He has wings of his own, you see. So reaching out and gliding his fingers across the feathers would be no problem- if this wasn’t you.
“Fancy seeing you here,” he calls out, smirking up at you.
To put it nicely, you look… less than amused. You continue staring off into the distance, not sparing so much as a glance for the demon lord.
Okay, fine. Miguel would just have to change tactics.
“Hey, do you mind moving over a bit? The moonlight is hitting you at the wrong angle, I can’t see your pretty face.”
Miguel can’t help but wince at the exasperated sigh you heave.
“Forgive me if I’m being rude, but… what is it you want from me? I’m busy, and I’m pretty sure you already know that.” You say, your tone clipped. Why did this man have to keep catching you off guard?
There’s nothing else for it, Miguel thinks to himself. Clearly, you aren't interested in small talk, so he’s going to have to cut straight to the chase.
“Look, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but ever since I first saw you, I’ve wanted you. Intensely so.” He watches your face carefully, trying to gauge your reaction.
Against your will, your skin flushes a pretty pink. Miguel has to make a conscious effort not to groan. That color looks positively sinful on you.
“That… that kind of thing is- it’s not worth my time, so. No thanks.” Not even you are convinced with that refusal.
But that’s okay. Baby steps, the demon lord thinks to himself. Baby steps.
“Just take a walk with me, I know somewhere real nice we can go. If you don’t want me by the end of the night, I’ll leave.” He says, holding his hands up as if to prove his innocence.
You raise an eyebrow.
“You’ll just leave? How can I be sure you won’t try anything… uncouth?” You ask, your eyes narrowing.
Miguel’s jaw drops. Seriously?
“Look, you can call me whatever you want. I know I’m lacking in a lot of areas, but you can’t say I’m not charming. And you cannot look me in my eyes and tell me that you’re not attracted to me.”
He saw the way you looked at him earlier, after all. He presses on.
“I’m pretty sure your kind aren’t allowed to lie, right?” He hedges.
The silence that fills the space between them is poignant. Finally, you speak.
“You’re… persistent. And annoyingly correct. I hate to admit it, but I am attracted to you. Now as to why that is, even I cannot fathom it.” You say.
The demon lord grins, visibly triumphant.
“You’re very talented, you know. You’ve managed to compliment me and wound my pride all at once.” He says, clutching his chest dramatically.
You roll your eyes. You found his antics to be hopelessly endearing, but he didn’t need to know that.
“So I’ve been told. Shall we?”
“Of course, Angel.”
The heavenly body and the demon lord set off into the night. It seems as though the air itself is buzzing with anticipation.
“Remember, you’re leaving the minute I say so.” You say grumpily.
“You already fucking said that-” he says, indignant.
“Language!”
“You- okay.”
*****
When the two of you reach your destination, you’re shivering. Miguel has brought you to the top of a damn tower, and while the view is absolutely stunning, it’s really cold.
For a while, the two of you just sit there quietly, legs dangling over the edge of the tower.
The silence is almost comfortable, but there’s a tingling in the pit of your stomach that definitely isn’t from the cold.
“So what’s your story?” Miguel says, breaking the silence.
“What do you mean?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.
“I mean… you’re different. You don’t act like…” The Demon Lord looks like he’s at a loss for words.
“Like the other angels?” you finish for him.
Miguel shrugs.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
You take a moment, trying to gather your thoughts.
“I’m… I guess I’m just. Bored? Nothing really seems fun to me anymore. Or interesting,” you trail off, not quite sure what to say.
Miguel isn’t sure if he should say something, or if he should wait for you to keep talking.
“I guess… that’s why I’m here? As disappointing as it is,” you smile to yourself before continuing.
“You’re really the only thing that’s interested me at all over the last few months.”
Miguel sighs, feigning disappointment.
“Please, Your Divinity, you wound me. Must you tell me that you like me against your better judgment?”
“Sorry.”
You’re not sorry.
“I gotta say, though. It’s the same for me. Everything is just so boring. It’s just… well, it’s exhausting.” Miguel says, laughing ruefully as he shakes his head.
“But, you. If it’s entertainment you’re looking for? I promise, babe. You’ve come to the right place.” He says, his gaze intent as he looks at you.
“Is that so?”
“I come with a 100% satisfaction guarantee, or your money back,” he says, winking.
You choke on your saliva and flush a deep crimson, cursing the demon lord’s stupid sense of humor. (And his stupidly cute little wink.)
Your pride wouldn’t let you give him the last word. That was absolutely not an option.
“For how hard you’ve been begging me to pay attention to you, it’s you that should be paying me. ” Your grin is smug. You’d like to see Miguel try and come back from that.
Miguel chuckles, and shifts a little closer to you.
“At this point? I don’t even think I’d mind.”
That wipes the grin right off your face.
“W-why do you even want me so badly?” You trip over your words. It was embarrassing, the way you couldn’t seem to keep your cool despite your best efforts.
“You really want to know?” He asks, leaning towards you.
You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.
“It’s your eyes.”
Your what?
You raise your eyebrows, waiting for Miguel to continue. Surely he hadn’t crawled his way out of Hell just to look at your eyes.
“You just. Look like you’ve got all these secrets. I don’t know, it just makes me wanna be the one to like. Uncover them I guess? And, fuck, I don’t wanna be rude or anything but you look so fucking pretty. It makes me wanna show you that you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”
You let out a breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding.
“You… want to corrupt me?”
Miguel leans forward, his face just inches from yours. His breath smells like cinnamon.
“So badly. Lately, all I can think about is stealing the prettiest star from the sky and keeping it all to myself.”
Your eyes slide shut. You can’t do this anymore.
“Okay… okay, fine.” You say, slightly breathless.
“Fine, what?” Damn him. Literally. Of course he wants you to use your words right now.
“Let’s go, let’s go, please.” You say, trying to keep the exasperation out of your voice.
“Oh. Well, since you’re asking so nicely.”
The demon lord picks you up bridal style, and quite literally flies back to his flat. You don't say a word on the way back.
Because your mouth is latched onto Miguel’s neck.
*****
The two of you come into Miguel’s flat through the window that he purposefully left open earlier, landing unceremoniously on his bed.
“Hermosa, sit back for me, okay?” he coos, and you can’t tell if you hate it or love it.
You huff, finally detaching your mouth from the base of his neck.
You lean back and look at Miguel, expectant. You’re struck, once more, by his piercing gaze.
Miguel silently vows to commit every single detail of your body to memory. It would be a daunting task, but hey. He has the entire night.
“Can I take your clothes off?” There’s that pretty pink again. You nod, avoiding Miguel’s eyes.
“Oh, no, baby. Need you to look at me when I undress you, come on,” he says, tilting your chin to make you meet his eyes. You bite back a groan- you wanted to make him work for this, instead he was reducing you to a blushing mess- heavenly status be damned.
To salvage at least a little bit of your pride, you absolutely refuse to drop his gaze, essentially glaring at him as he crawls over you on the bed.
Seconds later, your clothes are strewn on the floor while Miguel remains completely clothed. Your cheeks burn.
“I want to try something, and I’m gonna need you to trust me to make you feel good. Okay?” He asks, a hand resting on your bare knee.
You nod again. Miguel clicks his tongue. This simply won’t do.
“Use your words, little angel.” He murmurs.
You seem to return to yourself a bit.
“ Okay.” You say, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Okay, what?” He retorts.
You blink at him, clearly confused.
“Listen to me. For the rest of the night, I want you to call me by my name. Got it?” There’s not a hint of playfulness in his tone.
“Okay… Miguel.” You found that you couldn’t… no, you didn’t want to refuse him when he asks- no, demands like that.
It’s the first time you’ve ever said his name. The demon lord really, really likes how it sounds in your mouth.
“That’s better.” Miguel purrs, giving you a look that has heat pooling in your stomach.
You watch him as he walks over to a small, black chest. When he opens it, you suck in a breath, trying not to groan at the sight.
Miguel has four leather restraints in his hands, and you are just itching to know what he’s gonna do with them.
When he turns back to face you, there’s a hungry look in his eyes that does nothing to help the fire in your belly.
“Want you to wear these for me. Help me put them on, yeah?” He asks, settling back onto the bed with you.
You hasten to comply, suddenly very eager to please.
A moment later, you’re spread out across the maroon duvet, completely exposed before Miguel. Your limbs are fixed to each corner of the bed, offering you a very small amount of mobility. It feels humiliating, dirty. It feels good.
“Are you comfortable? Is anything too tight?” Miguel asks, trailing a finger along your thigh. You shiver, unable to stop yourself.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you breathe.
Miguel walks away again, this time heading for the set of drawers across the room. He takes his time coming back, moving at a torturously slow pace.
Now, he has a small vibrator in his hands. Your toes curl in anticipation. Why wouldn’t he just touch you already?
Miguel looks at you for a moment, not saying anything. You feel the bed dip down slightly as he sits next to you, his eyes dark with lust. His fingers trace a line from your ankle all the way up to your hip and you inhale sharply.
“Sensitive, are we?” He says, a devilish grin spreading on his face.
“Just- get on with it.” You huff, frustrated.
Miguel’s eyes harden.
“Forgive me, I’m not entirely sure who you’re talking to.” He says, his tone almost icy.
Ah. The name thing. You’d completely forgotten.
“Get on with it. Miguel.” You say. You deliberate for a moment.
“Please?” You try, looking up at him.
And who is Miguel to refuse such a beautiful girl?
Miguel uses his forefinger to draw a line along your slit, and your eyes immediately slide shut.
He draws a light circle around your sensitive bundle of nerves and then presses against it experimentally.
He’s rewarded with a hiss from you. You really are sensitive.
You bite your lip as Miguel continues to stroke you. It’s good, it’s so good. After an embarrassingly short amount of time, you feel like you’re gonna come. The demon lord seems to sense this, and his hand suddenly ceases movement.
You open your mouth to whine, but it gets choked off, turning into a strangled yelp.
Miguel plunges a finger into your tight heat, using his thumb to continue pressing against your clit. Your hips jerk, but you don’t have far to go, the restraints anchoring you to the bed.
“So wet for me, so wound up and I’ve barely even touched you, pobrecita,” he coos, continuing his ministrations.
You moan, deep and unabashedly. You can’t stop yourself from grinding into Miguel’s hand in time with his movements.
As if to reward you, a second finger dips into you. They’re thick, and you can only imagine how thick his cock would be when he finally lets you see it.
It has to be huge, you just know it.
Miguel’s fingers thrust and curl in all the right ways, pushing you closer to the edge with each movement.
“‘S good, Miguel, it feels so good, please,” you trails off, mumbling nonsense to yourself as Miguel’s fingers repeatedly brush against the spongy spot inside you, leaving you breathless.
“That’s little angel, you’re doing so well. Let go, baby, come for me.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss you gently.
It’s too much. Miguel’s coaxing, his kisses, the way he’s touching you, the restraints. All of it. You come, hard.
As you try to catch your breath, you realize, with growing alarm, that Miguel hasn’t stopped yet.
“Miguel, I-”
“Hush, little angel. I’ve got you, don’t you worry.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. You’d forgotten all about the vibrator until just now, as he switches it on and presses it against your clit.
You can barely even hear Miguel. You’re overwhelmed, and you can’t even fathom how something could feel so unfathomably good. You didn’t even know this kind of pleasure existed.
Your head lolls to the side, your tongue hanging out of your mouth. Miguel’s fingers have yet to stop their assault, even as the vibrator buzzes mercilessly against your clit. You can already feel yourself careening towards your second orgasm.
The room is filled with the sound of your broken moans, the buzzing vibrator, and the wet sound of Miguel fucking you on his fingers.
“Come on, querida, I know you can come again, let it all out,” he says, urging you closer with every sinful word that comes out of his mouth.
His words prove to be your undoing.
You come again, body trembling as the pleasure wracks your body, your legs shaking from the stimulation.
It takes a while for you to come down from the high, panting heavily as Miguel turns the vibrator off, gently stroking you to help you ride out your orgasm.
Suddenly, you feel Miguel wipe the corners of your mouth.
“What a messy little angel, drooling all over the place.” He says, his voice dripping with a mixture of condescension and adoration.
You snap your mouth shut, embarrassed.
“I guess it can’t be helped. Fuck, you’re so cute.” He says, pressing another soft kiss to your lips.
You preen at the praise. You already miss Miguel’s touch- no. You crave it. You were going to touch him again, even if it killed you.
“Take these restraints off.” You demand.
“What?” He says, raising an eyebrow.
“I want to suck you off, so let me out of these things.” You look up at him, a challenge in your eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, Miguel frees you.
*****
Miguel throws his head back, not even flinching when his head collides with the headboard. He thinks to himself that there is absolutely no way that you have never done this before.
“Fuck, mami, just like that,” Miguel moans, unable to stop the filthy sounds from spilling from his mouth.
He watches with shock and awe as your head bobs up and down between his legs. You’ve managed to take Miguel’s full length into your mouth, which is no easy task. The man was large. You were absolutely right about the size of his dick.
Your tongue swirls around his leaking cock as you please him. You feel like you can’t get enough of him, hollowing your cheeks as your mouth slides up and down, enveloping him in the wet warmth of your mouth.
The pace you set is relentless, and Miguel’s breaths start coming in pants as he gets closer to the edge.
He can feel the heat building coiling in his lower abdomen, and he knows he’s about to come. He taps your shoulder in an attempt to warn you, but you ignore him completely.
He pulls on your hair.
“Mami, please, I’m gonna- fuck- ” his voice is abruptly cut off.
You sink down completely, digging your nails into Miguel’s hips. The demon lord can’t help it.
He comes straight down your throat.
*****
The room is filled with a sinful symphony. Weak moans mingle with the sound of skin on skin and the creaking of the mattress.
Your vision is going white around the edges. You’ve never felt so good in your life. Miguel is fucking into you from behind at a punishing speed, and you can only try to match the rhythm of his hips while you hold onto the headboard for dearlife.
Each thrust hits you in just the right spot, sending dots across your vision and chills down your spine.
It takes a moment for you to realize that the demon lord is speaking to you.
“...your halo?” He says, his tone gentle once again. You only catch the second half of his sentence.
“Hm? What about it?” You say, barely able to think while you’re so very full of him.
“I wanna hold it. Can’t tell you how long I’ve been fantasizing about it. Can I?” He asks.
You think you might combust.
“Yeah. Yes. Please do.”
Miguel grips your halo, using it as leverage to fuck him at a different angle. A guttural moan falls from his lips as he tugs on your halo.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re so good, so warm, swear I’ll never get enough of you. So perfect for me, mami,” Miguel says breathlessly, desperately rutting into you.
This. This is what you have been daydreaming about for weeks. You’re completely at Miguel’s mercy, and you love it.
The new angle has you mewling, pressing your hips back against him as his cock slides in and out of you. Your grip on the headboard tightens, your body jolting with each delicious thrust.
Suddenly, an idea strikes you. It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up.
“Can I… ride you?” You ask, and then decide to try your new weapon again.
“Please, Miguel?”
Miguel groans.
“What the fuck kinda question is that? Of course you can, fuck.” He says, pulling out of you and leaning back against the headboard.
After a few moments, the new position has you crying. He feels so so good inside you, and you don’t ever want it to stop.
As you bounce on his dick, you realize, with no small amount of conviction, that there was nothing in the entire galaxy that could pull you away from Miguel right now.
“Mig- Miguel, I’m-” you say, barely able to get your words out.
“You’re what, angel?” He asks, gripping your hips to help you as you ride him.
“I… oh my god, it feels so good, please, please, please, don’t stop, god-”
Miguel cuts you off.
“Ah-ah, little angel. There’s no god down here, remember? You’re playing with quite the opposite. For an angel, you’re quite the slut, huh?” He says, looking you directly in your eyes.
That does it. It’s almost as if your body is exploding with pleasure. You feel so full, so unbelievably good, so… filthy. Your wings make an appearance, unfurling as you fall over the edge for the third time, a high pitched cry leaving your lips.
Your wings take you several inches into the air as the orgasm washes over you, and your legs grip Miguel so tightly that he comes with you .
He’s almost too bewildered to keep going- almost.
Miguel isn’t too far behind. He chases his own release, chanting a slew of curses as he comes, spilling his hot seed into you while you levitate, suspending the two of you in midair.
You’re both quiet for a while after that, the only sound that can be heard is your collective heavy breathing as you slowly sink back onto the mattress again.
Finally, Miguel cracks a smile.
“Can’t believe I fucked you so good you literally starting floating.”
“Shut… shut the hell up.”
“Language!”