Can you do a demon!Thomas and angel!reader where Thomas tries to teach the reader to sin and the reader is so confused at what he's even telling her(I'm sorry about this, I'm still a smol bean. O_o)
Oooo yes! I love your username, I relate!
“Alright, Angel,” Thomas sat on the couch with you, “how’s it feel if I do this?”
He slowly slid his hand up the side of your shirt, with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. You were so delicate, so soft, so perfect. You quirked your lips a bit, as if thinking about it.
“I feel your hand,” your tone sounded as if you were so proud of yourself.
“Th-that’s it?” Thomas’ grin faded from his expression, which now resulted in a perturbed eyebrow raise, “Oh, you poor thing - okay, let’s try a little more then, shall we?”
“I don’t see why it would hurt,” you said in a giddy voice, rather curious on what the “sexual sensation” he had talked about truly was.
“Oh, of course you don’t,” Thomas mumbled under his breath.
His hand slid around your frame, gliding up and down your back, nails barely touching your pure skin. His other hand came to your thigh, rubbing higher and higher as he watched your expression, surprisingly remain the same. Slightly agitated that he didn’t seem to have an affect of you, he continued, surely there was something that would excite you, he just had to find it. Ducking his head a bit, he pressed a kiss against the side of your neck.
“Now, what’s this part?” You questioned, asking as if it was a ste-by-step tutorial to turning you on.
Pulling back Thomas tried to be patient, “this is where I’m supposed to be turning you on.”
“What’s that?” You smiled, eyes bright.
“What’s- it’s - when, let’s just keep going and maybe you’ll find out,” Thomas kept his composure.
Moving closer to you, he slipped both hands up under your t-shirt, feeling your sides and your back, so warm. Avoiding your wings, he was careful to not touch them, unsure of how that would make you feel. Yes, even a demon could understand boundaries. His lips suckled at your jawline, attempting to find a sweet spot of any kind. Leaning you back into the soft surface, he had to instruct you to open your legs a bit, so his hips could rest against yours. Doing as he said, you didn’t fail to ask why, in which he answered “that’s just how it works.” Hands still holding you, he softly rocked his hips against yours.
“Is this also a teasing method?” You asked.
Dropping his head to your shoulder, he paused, waiting for patience to kick in, “yes, it is…”
“Where do I put my hands?” Another question.
“Where ever you want, Sweet thing,” Thomas smiled, kissing at the base of your neck.
Nonchalantly, you reached your arms around him, rubbing his sides, then stroking his abs, continuing the motion. You were enamored by his physical build and thought nothing of it. Thomas on the other hand, had to refrain from growling. His nails pressing a little deeper into your back, but he soon realised it and let up, pressing the pads of his fingertips gently against your angelic flesh.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Perfectly, Angel,” Thomas answered, skin getting hot when your hips responded to the motion of his.
“Hmm, I’m still unsure of the sensation, you speak of,” your expression was confused as he was doing everything to your body, “perhaps a kiss would make the difference?”
Your suggestion sounded heavenly to his ears, you wanted him to kiss you? Studying your expression for a moment, his dark eyes looked full of mystery and lust. He swore he could see your halo with how perfect you looked underneath him. Leaning in slowly, he pressed his lips to yours. Taking note that you actually responded on your own to this action, he continued. His hands moving all over your back, one had accidentally rubbing right against the base of your wing on the edge of your shoulder blade.
“Thomas,” you gasped, lustfully, arching your back, chest pressing into his.