18+ mdni.
date night. (pure!simon x devil!reader)
he's gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white. his palms damp, and his mouth dry. last bits of strong sun beaming down on the windshield.
you're smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat, spilling out of your devilish black dress, smirking at the nervous man. your pussy absolutely soaked and already wanting to play. you're leaning over the console, hot breath against his ear. 'drive faster, simon, gods. we're adults here, aren't we?'
he thinks you're unearthy, pretty as a goddess. 'i--i-i'm going the speed limit,' he assures you, unable to take his eyes off the road. scared that one look at the devil beside him is going to either give him a heart attack or have him totally lose control of the vehicle. while his death fantasy is dying by your hand, he cannot bear the thought of hurting you.
you nip his ear, run your tongue over his pulse. 'fine,' you purr, moving back to your seat.
he doesn't understand how someone like you could want him, but you hit on him after seeing him on a dating app (his friends did that as a joke without him knowing) and you keep coming back for more, so he does his best to spoil you. which is why he’s taking you to an expensive steakhouse.
when you saw how reserved and quiet he was sitting at the bar where you first met him, it awoke something primal in you. you just love how pure he is. as much as you try to corrupt him, he refuses to change. there's something admirable about that.
you're inhaling smoke, slipping off the black louboutins he gifted you, and grazing his thighs and dick with your bare feet. pressing on his leg to make him go faster.
'd-don't!' he warns, somehow becoming even more tense, but also sinking into the way your gentle caress feels godly against his dick.
'better hurry up and pull into the parking lot,' you tease, reaching over to undo his pants and free his weeping cock.