oK HEAR ME OUT
🔮 summary: Simeon willingly having sex with you, even though he knows it'll corrupt him.
⚠️ warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, corruption kink, GN! reader, mentions of jealousy, fallen!Simeon
You're the only thing he's EVER wanted this much; he's never, ever asked for anything for himself, given his whole soul to being of service to everyone else and maybe it's the devildom corrupting him, but he doesn't even care at this point. Not when your lips feel so soft and your body is so warm. He feels your heartbeat racing, the tremble of arousal your skin shivers with, your flushed cheeks, your eyes practically have hearts in them...
Usually you two stop before this happens. You push Simeon away with red cheeks that he follows all the way up to your ears, conjuring some excuse and scurrying away. Those are the nights he hates being an Angel. He sits on his bed, hands clasped angrily, praying for forgiveness as dark thoughts overtake him.
Do you run back to the House of Lamentation and let them fuck you? He wishes he could, don't you see that? Every night since the two of you started this whole thing, he wishes there was some way he could touch you like they do, with lewd intentions and not feel an ounce of guilt or regret.
But now he has you, right underneath him, flushed and warm and willing. How can he deny his most loved? How can he say no to this, with you? He pulls away from your lips, knowing this makeout session has pushed him too far over the edge.
"Oh," you whisper, there's a shakiness to your voice that undeniably related to the heat he feels coming from lower. "Sorry. Got carried away... I'll just-"
You try to get up and Simeon pushes you back down on his bed. You blink up at him, confused. "I-? What? Simeon?" He shakes his head slowly. "But... I thought you... couldn't... it's- it's ok, really, I can just go cool off-"
That snaps him. But he doesn't let it show. He just brings a gloved hand up to your cheek and looks into your eyes. He hopes you'll still love him when he's not holy anymore. "Stay with me tonight," he whispers.
You can't find your voice. Your throat dries up with those four words, and you resort to nodding your head to answer him.
"Thank you," he whispers, giving you a chaste kiss. He pulls back and looks at you for a long minute, stroking your cheek absent mindedly.
Your heart flutters. He's so sweet, you think. We'll just cuddle and fall asleep. It's going to be so nice! ♡
But then, Simeon presses his lips against you once again, and you are caught off guard by the sudden voracity. You try to pull away but the hand he's dropped from your face to your bicept clenches down. His tongue licks your lower lip and you open it, without hesitation. You're confused, but hell if it didn't feel so good. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the two of you are laying back in his bed again, his arms now wrapped around you and pulling you tight against his body.
A shaky hand reaches up to him, sliding from his stomach to his heart, feeling him up hesitantly. He likes it.
This time, he lets you break the kiss, lets you pull away to look at him and ask, "I can... do this? Will it be ok?"
He looks at you with that perfect smile and nods. And the floodgates open.
Your lips are back on his, the both of you desperately fighting for control of the kiss. He rolls over on top of you and your hands scramble down to undo his belt, gasping for air as you try to keep his lips on yours.
Moments later, he's sinking inside of you with a moan, and you're clawing at his pillow in utter pleasure. Your eyes flutter open to look at him, and that's when you realize, there's the beginning of horns growing out of head, a quick look down has you watching the white color of his pants fade into blackness.
"Simeon..." you whisper.
He just looks at you, hands clenched by the side of your face and keeping him propped up above you. A wry smile this time.
"I would give my whole soul for you," he says softly.
You take his cheek into your hand... and pull him down into another kiss.
Simeon isn't sure how this will go, he isn't sure if he made the right choice. But he does know that he loves the way your hands feel on his horns, holding them for anchor as he thrusts into you, he loves the cries you make when he pulls you down onto his cock, he loves how absolutely cock drunk you get, the way you beg for him, the look on your face makes him want to go again and again and again.
Simeon doesn't have a halo anymore, but your love is the sunshine he needs to light his way.