For a dirty drabble idea how about rough kinky sex with Dom!demon!gadreel with lots of hair pulling and biting and marking 😍
A/N: Oh man, I could write Gadreel boning all day. I’m serious. If I could have three wishes, my first two would be to write Gadreel smut all day. My third would be to have Gadreel next to me…helping me…inspire said Gadreel smut – ANYWAYS ENJOY P.S. I GENERALLY HATE DIRTY TALK BUT DEMON GAD KINDA MAKES ME LIKE IT JFC P.S.S. I WAS FIVE SECONDS FROM HAVING HIM PURR “Call me Gaddy daddy” INTO HER EAR STOP ME IMMEDIATELY!
“I know you miss the shell of an angel I used to be,” Gadreel drags his finger along your leg, pausing his hand midthigh. “And I know you miss the helpless human I turned into,” his traces his fingers up higher, cradling your cheek. “But atleast I still fuck you how you like, right?” he asks. He cups his hand over his ear, frowning. “I can’t hear you,” he pauses, snapping his fingers. “Oh, right,” Gadreel unbuckles your gag, pulling it from your mouth. You swallow thick, yanking at the handcuffs with wide eyes.
“R-right,” you say breathlessly. He stares you in the eye and for a few moments, you see the angel he used to be. That is, until he flashes his black eyes. You shiver, trying to stop your hands from shaking. Anticipation for what he had in store coursed through you, his delicate touch foretold the impending roughness. He traces over your thighs, ghosting his hands up your torso.
“And I promise, I wont stop until every atom in your body is on fire,” he stops his hand over your breast, a wide grin spreading across his face. He lowers against your nipple and swipes his tongue over it, blowing a cold breath against it and making it harden. You shift your thighs, whimpering as the cuffs chafe your ankles. Gadreel trails his tongue over your breast, nibbling your skin gently. His nibbles turn into bites, his tongue swiping between his teeth. He grinds his hips down as he sucks your breast.
“G-Gad..” you whimper. Once he leaves a proper hickey he moves to leave another. You twist and writhe as he leaves marks all over your breasts, occasionally pausing to give your nipple a rough bite. Gadreel trails his lips up to your neck before nibbling at your skin, suckling and swiping his tongue over your throat.
“The taste of your skin..” he whispers as he moves to your jawline. “I’ll never grow tired of it,” he says, trailing his hand to your sex. He gives you a loving gaze as he grips your hair, tugging your head back roughly. You let out a strangled moan, arching up against him. “And that sound,” he yanks your head back again, making you yelp. “It makes me..crazy,” he growls, pushing two fingers into your sex, pumping them quickly. Gad presses rough kisses against your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moan as he curls his fingers up, digging your feet into the sheets. He pushes between your thighs, darting his fingers in and out rough and fast.
“Are you almost there?” he whispers. When you nod, he pulls his hand away. “That’s no fun, let’s take a break,” he chuckles, removing his fingers. You groan and shift your thighs, silently begging for friction.