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I'm so baby :3 (I want him to rearrange my guts while making me tell him who my body belongs to)

@gratiasancti Something soft. Something sweet.

‘You go to fast for me.’

Those words rang in his head even now and while looking back on it he knew well enough what the angel had meant when he said it but still those few words stuck with him and their other meanings. He knew he could be fast. He knew he could be a little hard to handle and out of control. But he also wanted to try and control that more. Reign himself in and go slower. Be more appreciative and listen more. And now after everything that happened he had all the time in the world.

All the time to show just how appreciative of the angel he could be.

So here he was, discarding each layer of fabric and letting it fall where it may. Watching and waiting to continue when he saw what he was doing was right. What was wanted. Not too fast. The demon gave all the tenderness and love that he could possibly give and then some too. With each bit of skin, there was a kiss as lips planted tenderly and trailed up, soft praises spilling from him of just how much he loved.

“You are perfect, angel” the words were murmured against soft skin as another kiss was pressed between his shoulders.

“Wonderful in every way. Bright and full of life. Overflowing with kindness with all the love in your heart.”

If he could Crowley would be singing his praises but for now, here just the two of them, he would be happy for it to only fall upon his ears. Hands touched and grasped gently as fingers pressed and dipped as if he was going to lose him. Wanting to memorize every part, every inch, every ounce that he could possibly get he wanted to know.

“Not too fast. I have all the time for you. I have all the time in the world sweet angel with nothing but you.”

#gratiasancti #covers face i don't know what i'm doing #but the thing was liked and so here we are #soft sin #and shoving it under the thing just in case #-makes vague hand gestures-#let's say #suggestive #for now

A stolen moment

Nicole’s lips on hers are warm, and soft, and there’s a sweetness to it, to her taste... but also to the moment. To the way her hand applies pressure to her lower back and then fits itself to the curve of her waist. And it’s a simple movement -- it’s just her waist, for christ’s sake, but she feels it between her thighs.

They haven’t done this before. Well, they have done this before. The kissing and touching over clothes, and even under clothes sometimes, some places. But they haven’t done what Waverly thinks they’re going to do today. And Waverly wants to. God, she wants to- she finds purchase of Nicole’s sweater, the back of her fingers meeting soft skin that quivers with the contact right before the clothing is pulled up and off.

She brushes aside a couple of strands of red hair that fall on Nicole’s face and guides her back into the kiss. She loses her own shirt somehow -- she didn’t feel her lips part from Nicole’s, but they must have.

Waverly holds Nicole closer, her kissing growing more urgent. She needs it to be dirtier, needs to be inside Nicole. Mmgh. The thought alone makes her clench. She opens her thighs further, moving to straddle Nicole. The move gains her a few inches on her lover and everything now seems to earn a response from the nerves of her sex. She is instantly grinding on Nicole’s lap, Nicole’s hands squeezing the inside of her thighs. Waverly could come from this alone. She groans again and bites Nicole’s lower lip before pushing her tongue into her mouth and it’s not hypothetical anymore, she will come from this alone.

Nicole’s right hand moves from squeezing her thigh to her ass to cupping her from behind and she’s groaning again, it’s so good. Waverly bites Nicole’s jawline as her hips work her closer and closer and Nicole’s hand applies pressure to her clit and then lower, to her entrance and then ass, grabbing and squeezing possessively.

She clenches and feels wetter, so wet, as she comes good and in waves, every roll of her hips peaking again a little bit of the fading pleasure. A few quivers still run through her core and she feels like swallowing Nicole -- her mouth works on Nicole’s neck with little restraint, leaving purple marks on pale skin.

A hiss sounds by her ear and she feels the vibration on her lips. “You’re sucking too hard, baby.”

Waverly softens her love bites, gaining a little more control over her body and losing strength in her loosened muscles. The vicious kisses gradually become brushes of lips and tongue on the bruised skin.

A voiceless “sorry” is whispered, answered only by Nicole’s arms holding her tighter and closer, Waverly melting into the embrace.

She feels perfect.

AO3

#fanfiction #fic #smut #wayhaught #pwp #a drabble I had to do because of how sweet the barn scene is #soft sin