Angel couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it. It wasn't possible.
She'd looked for decades.
And yet, the proof sat on the bar in front of her, staring her right back in the face, shimmering in gold before her eyes.
John had actually done it. He'd actually managed to get her contract from Valentino.
She was… she was free. No more… no more porn shoots… no more gang rapes… no more ruthless nights, wondering if it's truly over…
The Hotel was truly her home… and John had made it so.
The only thing keeping her from truly settling in at the Hotel had been her contract with Val. And John had somehow… he'd gotten it from the possessive psychopath.
Knowing just who John was… Angel couldn't help but wonder why she didn't go to him sooner.
"You were scared." Husk's voice suddenly piped up, causing the spider's gaze to snap at the cat demon in surprise.
"Did I say that out loud?" Angel couldn't help but to ask, shaking her head at her blunder. "But what makes you say that?"
"If whatever John did didn't work, Val would've come after you with a vengeance and made your afterlife a living hell." Husk replied with a shrug, giving a sympathetic gaze to the spider. "What reason did you have to think otherwise?"
Oh, she didn't know, maybe the fact that John was the fucking Angel-Slayer.
But… Husk wasn't wrong. That was exactly the way Angel had been thinking whenever she'd so much as entertain the idea of talking to John: What if it didn't work?
Val would make her life ten times worse than it already was.
If someone had told her that meeting John would bring her freedom, she'd have laughed in their face and demanded her payment.
But a lot of time had passed since the day she'd pressed her backside against John. Since the day he'd threatened to hit her if she'd done it again.
For the first time in decades… Angel's life was hers to control.
The fear was gone. Valentino's strangle hold was gone for good. All she needed to do was one last thing.
The spider woman picked up the magical paper sitting upon the bar top, tentatively gripping the corners of the paper with each of her four hands.
And then… she ripped it. Into millions of tiny little pieces. She gripped and rugged and ripped, determined to make sure the paper was nothing more than a dead memory.
It wasn't until she felt Husk's hand in her shoulder from across the bar that she came to a stop.
"I think you're done." Husk assure, patting her shoulder before gesturing to the… fading pile of paper?
As the seconds ticked by, the pile seemed to fade from view… until it was no more.
And then… Angel felt relief crash over her.
Every muscle in her body relaxed, a feeling of freedom she hadn't experienced before, not that she could remember. It was… refreshing.
All her doubts, all her fears… they drained away. And all that was left was… a sense of peace that she'd never dreamed was hers.
"You sure you wanna do that in the open? Al might walk in." Husk suddenly asked, causing the spider's multicolored eyes to meet the cat demon in confusion.
"D-Do what?" The stutter of her own words caught her by surprise, as did the quiver in her voice. It was then she became acutely aware of what was happening.
"You're crying." Husk gave clarification that was no longer needed as the demoness brought a hand to her eye in an attempt to dry of her tears.
"I-I don't know why, I just feel so nice, so free, and I don't know what happening-" Angel's words became nothing more than rambling as she instinctively tried to protect her reputation.
A reputation that's no longer important.
Husk, for his part, merely chuckled. "You're happy, Angel." He explained with a genuine smile. "And you've probably never been this happy before."
Is that really what this was? Angel could admit, it felt good, but the emotion was just so strong and-
"I need to find John." Finally, at least one coherent thought flew through her head. She needed to thank him, properly thank him. Staring at him like an idiot when he'd put the contract in front of her didn't exactly qualify as gratitude. "I need to say thank you…" Her voice was barely above a whisper as she said it, standing to her feet as she pushed herself away from the bar.
She knew Husk was likely staring after her in either confusion or concern, but she didn't care. She tried to wipe away her tears as she made her way towards wherever her feet would carry her, hoping to find John somewhere nearby.
But she could barely see anything through her bleary eyes. The tears didn't want to stop.
Angel felt a sob shudder through her body, and she realized that her emotions were really picking up. Why, why couldn't she control herself like she always had?
Because there wasn't any fear, no threat hanging over her head.
Angel turned the corner as she tried to wipe her tears, only to immediately find herself smacking into something large as her skull bounced off of what felt like a brick wall.
"Ow…" The spider muttered under her breath, rubbing her head in order to soothe the ache now pulsing through her cranium.
"You alright?" That familiar rumble rang through her ears, and Angel's eyes widened as her head shot up, her pain forgotten.
John was standing in front of her, looking down at her with a confused expression on his face.
"You damn near came flying around that corner. You looking for Vanessa?" He asked her, raising an eyebrow.
Vanessa… she was free too, no doubt…
The poor girl had been through enough, and the 'test' of the machine that would restrain her tail had nearly broken the succubus. If it hadn't been for John, they were sure she'd have fallen into an inconsolable breakdown in the lobby.
John… he'd done so much good… he was a good man.
Someone Angel respected… someone who was easy on the eyes… someone Angel really liked…
Someone who'd done so much for her, and she'd barely done a thing for him.
Angel wasn't sure what had spurred her to do it, and if she'd have been thinking straight, John's threat on his second day might've rang through her mind.
But one second, she stares up at John in surprise, and the next… her upper hands wrapped around his neck while her lower ones laid upon his chest, the spider having raised to the tips of her feet as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips pressed against his own. Thanks to her own surprising height, it wasn't that hard for her to raise herself to his level.
There was a moment of silence between the two, and if Angel's eyes had been opened, she'd have seen the look of shock cross John's face at her actions.
However… he didn't seem to be rejecting her, she'd noticed.
One large, oh-so-large hand slowly came up, wrapping around the spider's back, those fingers gently pressing against her, but not really applying any actual pressure.
After a good few seconds, Angel pulled away from the behemoth, breathless. Her eyes fluttered back open, and she found herself looking into a pair of surprised, curious blue eyes.
"That was… new." John's voice was low, a curious rumble in his throat as he met the multicolored eyes of Angel. "What was that about?"
Angel felt like it had been about so many things… but she unfortunately chose that moment to remember John's initial warning, and she found herself taking a step back.
"I'm so sorry!" Angel couldn't help but begin to apologize, hoping she hadn't sufficiently angered the behemoth enough that he'd follow through with his threat. All of her original passion had disappeared, the unfortunately familiar sense of fear taking its place. "It's just that I'm so happy, and I wanted to thank you, and then I saw you, and I like you-"
"Whoa, whoa! Angel, calm down." A hand came to rest upon her shoulder, that familiar gentle grip of a calloused hand causing a comforting sense of reassurance as the behemoth smiled. "What's gotten into you?"
He… had he really just asked that?
"John, you got me out of a contract I thought was unbreakable." Angel couldn't help the emotion in her voice as she spoke, her tone quivering as she remembered exactly how much John had truly done for her. "You got me out of such a shitty life… one I thought I was stuck in… you saved me, John." There, that was the proper way to word it.
John gave a small smile at Angel's words, his expression soft as he placed both hands upon Angel's shoulders in a reassuring gesture. "It's my job to protect everyone in the Hotel. It doesn't stop just because you set foot outside those doors." He assured as he pulled the spider into a gentle hug, his large hands wrapping around her smaller frame so comfortably. "I wouldn't leave you in that mess. If I'd have known, I'd have taken care of the slimy fuck sooner."
Angel could only stand there, numb with shock. Despite seeing plenty of evidence for herself, the spider-demon had always found it so difficult to believe that anyone could be that… that… caring.
That anyone in Hell could have such a kind heart. Outside of Charlie, that is.
But the behemoth in front of her… he'd really dealt with Val, put an end to Angel's own suffering and that of countless others… because he cared.
She… she honestly couldn't wrap her head around it.
"W-Why do you care so much?" Angel couldn't help but ask, her head instinctively pressing against John's chest as her tears started to follow once more. "I'm… I'm just a doped up whore…"
"The only thing that matters is that you're my friend, Angel." John replied, his soft tone rumbling through her ears like a river, reassuring her. "You don't have to make a big deal of it."
If anything… that was all the more reason to make a big deal out of it.
Angel found what composure she had falling. John hadn't just freed her… he genuinely cared for her enough that he'd put an end to her suffering anyway he saw fit.
Angel… Angel couldn't remember a time where anyone would do that for her.
Decades upon decades of suffering and torment flew through her mind. An eternity that she'd been doomed to. An eternity that she'd been freed of.
She… she was truly free.
The dam broke. All four of Angel's hands reached for something to wrap around, her clawed fingers digging into John's already ripped shirt as she found comfort in the behemoth's presence. For the first time in her afterlife…
She let it all out.
Loud, ugly sounds if anguish erupted from her throat as she sobbed loudly, unable to comprehend, or even truly believe that she really was free, only assured by the comforting motions and reassuring words of the behemoth who'd freed her.
Her greatest dream, this behemoth saw as nothing more than an obligation to give her.
How… how could she have gotten so lucky?
John had always been such a good person, even if it had been hard to believe. His gentle smile, his joking nature… his drive to make those around him happy.
John had a genuinely kind heart.
One of John's hands moved up from her back, coming to rest upon her head as he moved his fingers in a soothing manner.
"Angel, it's okay." He reassured Angel once more, but the spider simply couldn't keep control of her emotions. For the first time since she'd arrived in Hell, she was so confused as to what she was supposed to feel.
For what felt like hours, but was likely only minutes, Angel gripped John like he was the only anchor she had to reality, letting out so much emotion that had been buried deep down within her for so long.
Eventually, her sobbing began to die down as she finally managed to regain control of her emotions, her grip on behemoth slackening as her shuddering body slowly reduced to small, shaking whimpers.
"Feel better?" John asked softly, gently rubbing her head against his chest as he looked down at her.
"Y-Yeah." Angel slowly nodded, still somewhat shaky, as she finally pulled away from the behemoth. She went to move a hand up to once again try and wipe her tears, but one of John's hands gently caught it and stopped her as he brought his own hands up to gently cup her cheeks, rubbing his calloused thumbs softly across her face to wipe away her tears. "Th-Thank you."
"Angel, it's no problem." John assured once more as his hands slid down to her shoulders. "As long as I'm here, you'll always be safe if I can help it."
Angel could only stare at John, shuddered breaths escaping her as she listened to John's kind words. She honestly still couldn't fathom how someone in Hell could be so fucking kind.
That… attraction, that passion returned, and Angel found her own hands rising up, her lower ones coming to rest upon his chest while her upper hands cupped John's cheeks.
She… she really wanted to kiss him.
She wasn't sure why. Ever since John had arrived at the Hotel, John had been nothing more than an earnest friend, someone she knew she could rely on. Sure, she'd flirted with him, but that was mostly because she felt she had too, that it was the safest thing she could possibly do. It wasn't until now that she felt an actual attraction to him.
Well, that was a lie. The attraction had always been there, but she never really saw it going anywhere. Especially not after that first day.
But now it seemed so much stronger, and-
"Angel?" John's voice was even softer, a curious tone in his voice… but there was no anger, no discomfort in his features.
Slowly this time, Angel brought her face closer, multicolored eyes gazing into his blazing blue hues, searching for any sign of refusal, or discomfort.
When she saw none of it, she tested her luck once more as her lips came to rest upon John's own.
His own lips, much like his skin, were rough upon her own soft skin, but there was a weird softness to it as well, and she felt John's hands slowly come up to rest upon her hips, his fingers running alongside the curve of her back.
Despite being the second tallest person in the Hotel, Angel was still dwarfed by John's sheer bulk… and yet, there was a comfort in the way his large hands gently gripped her.
When she found herself struggling for oxygen, only then did Angel pull away, though her head pressed against John's own as she took deep breaths to recover her oxygen.
"Angel…" Her name rolled from his tongue, looking down at her with a soft expression as his hand came up to cup her own cheek once more.
"Do… Do you want to… Y'know?" Usually, Angel would be more confident. There were many, many demons in Hell who would kill for a chance to fuck her.
But John clearly wasn't most demons… and the idea that he'd reject her made her more nervous than she cared to admit. Yet, at the same time, as much as she wanted it… there was a small bit of fear at the idea of sex with John Gallagher.
However, John's answer was far more reassuring than she'd have thought it could be.
"Only if you want to." John responded, patience and care in his tone as he met Angel's gaze.
Never before had Angel felt like this… Iike her feelings actually mattered… it was always about someone else's pleasure. She was just the device that was used.
But… now, she honestly wanted John. She wanted to make him come undone. She… she wanted to make him feel as good as he possibly could.
Her lips met his own once more as her eyes fluttered closed, and Angel felt his hands traveling south, before he was cupping her ass in his hands.
She pulled away and let out a gasp of shock when she suddenly found her feet leaving the ground as John lifted her against him, and she found her legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
Hands began gripping whatever they could, trying to hold onto John wherever she could reach as his lips clashed against her own once more.
Angel found her back pressing against the wall, providing some support to keep her upright outside of her own muscles. She felt John give a gentle squeeze upon her rear, and she couldn't help but to moan, breaking away from the kiss as she did so.
"J-John…" His name left her lips in a breathless whisper as John moved his head down, and she felt a pair of lips gently wrap the skin of her neck.
When she felt someone's mouth upon her throat, that usually meant a lot of biting, a lot of bruises and discomfort… but there was something pleasant about the gentle suckling that Angel wanted more of.
Her hands clawed at his shirt, but as her eyes flickered open, she caught site of the far wall of the hallway. Upon remembering that anyone could walk up on them at anytime, Angel did something she'd never done before. That she'd never been allowed to do before.
"Wait, wait…" Angel's voice was breathless as all four hands began pushing against the behemoth's chest, causing him to pull away, his expression twisted into confusion as he met her eyes. "N-not here." She couldn't help the way her voice dropped, a pleading tone taking hold as she looked at John with an almost… scared… gaze. "Anyone can walk up."
Angel half expected John to merely look both ways, and proclaim 'It's fine' after seeing no one. Instead, the behemoth gave an understanding nod.
Angel would never speak of the shocked yelp she gave when she suddenly found herself changing positions once more, John's arms now under her back and legs as he held her smaller body against his own.
Angel honestly wasn't used to being held like this. By someone so much bigger, by someone who held nothing but honest intentions… the only grip she was familiar with that even remotely resembled this was… Val's…
But despite his immense strength, John's grip was surprisingly gentle, softly caressing her, relaxing her as he held her in his grip.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
The familiar sound of John's naturally heavy footsteps entered her ears as John carried her through the halls without the slightest bit of movement on her part. She found her hands coming up to wrap around John's neck as she was carried, her head leaning against his chest as she looked up at him.
Though it'd never really occurred to her before, John's features weren't exactly bad, per say. For sure, the numerous gashes marring his body were unsightly, but his angled jaw and surprisingly smooth facial features managed to contrast quite nicely with his long, unkempt hair. It created a surprisingly handsome image, despite the gashes upon his face.
They came out into the lobby, and Angel couldn't help the swell of embarrassment that took hold when she spotted Husk still over at the bar, looking at the two of them with a surprised stare, though he had a small smile on his face.
Angel found herself tucking her head into John's chest, letting out an embarrassed whimper as she felt her face heating up, and she couldn't help but to wonder if her blush would even be visible in the first place.
Considering the color of her fur, she wouldn't be surprised.
She held onto John like that as she felt John begin climbing the steps, refusing to move so much as an inch until she felt John's arm adjust under her back, followed by the sound of a door opening.
Only then did she pull her face away, and she was honestly surprised by the room that awaited her gaze when she did.
The room was much bigger than the guest rooms, a massive bed at the center of the far wall, along with a personal TV and windows.
"If you have your own TV, why are you always in the lobby?" The question left Angel's lips before she could even process what was said, and the chuckle the escaped the behemoth was definitely more welcome to being ignored like she was used to.
"I don't want to be a hermit, dammit." The tone was one of amusement as John looked down at her with a small smile, carrying her towards the bed. The response got a smile from Angel, as she leaned her head once more against his own.
She felt John come to a stop by the bed, and her hands instinctively tensed up around his neck, half-expecting to be dropped onto the bed without ceremony as she was unfortunately used to.
Instead, she felt herself gently being lowered onto bed, her eyes meeting John's own as she felt the soft sheets against her back, and she was honestly surprised to feel a pillow against her head as John withdrew his hands out from under her.
The behemoth climbed up onto the bed, dwarfing Angel's own body as he held himself above her, his face inches from her.
The more the stayed like that, the more Angel felt her face heating up in slight embarrassment at the way John was staring at her.
"Do you want to have sex?" John suddenly asked, causing her brow to furrow in confusion. Of course she did, why wouldn't she?
"You know I do." She slipped into her old habits on instinct, a flirtatious smile coming onto her face in the hopes that John wouldn't reject her.
It never occurred to her that she might still be scared.
But John wasn't fooled.
"One second, you're into it." John explained, a hand coming up and brushing some of her hair out of her face as he met her multicolored eyes with a soft gaze. "And the next, you tense up, like you're scared. I'm not doing this if you don't want it."
The sad part is… he was absolutely right. After so many years, so much abuse, it was instinct to fear the worst was about to happen to her, to think that she was going to be hurting in ways nobody deserved.
And yet… she did want this. Angel truly did want to have sex with John.
"I finally get someone decent, someone I actually like, John." Angel's voice was soft like silk as she spoke, her upper left hand coming to rest upon John's cheek as she smiled. "I… I don't know if anything can be done about those instincts, but I do want this. I… I want you."
John simply stared at her for a moment, his expression as soft as it ever was, before he brought his head down, lips meeting her own.
"I like you too, Angel." John spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he pulled away. His gaze offered an odd sense of comfort the longer she met his eyes, before he shook his head. "And I want you to feel comfortable. I want you to feel safe."
Angel wasn't sure what to make of that honest declaration. Never before had anyone ever wanted something for her. Not in bed, at least.
It was always about themselves, their own feelings, their own pleasure… but John wanted her to not just feel good, but safe.
Angel swore that if she cried again today, she may as well give her reputation up completely.
But… was her reputation even important anymore?
"Open your eyes." John suddenly requested, causing Angel to look at him in confusion. Her eyes were already open, what did he-
Oh.
"A-All of them?" There was a reason she kept her six other eyes closed. When they were open, it made her look ugly, like a complete freak. She may have had a confident persona… but she still had her insecurities.
What baffled her even more was that the first time she'd done it, John had shuddered and begged her to close them, refusing to look at her until she'd done as asked. Now he was asking her to open them?
"You need to feel comfortable. Completely." John responded as he continued to brush his fingers against her head in a reassuring manner. "You shouldn't feel scared, or ashamed, of anything when your in bed."
But… she did. How was opening her other eyes supposed to change that?
But when she saw John's soft expression… she couldn't bring herself to say no.
Pop… pop… pop…
Slowly, one by one, her six other eyes popped open, all of them meeting John's two blue eyes as she found herself looking at him with a look of shame.
It was still jarring, the way her vision changed. It was as if somebody had put a focus feature of sorts in her eyes. She could see so much more… the texture of rough skin, each individual strand of his hair, even the almost invisible hair the ran along his arms.
Remembering John's initial reaction when she'd showed him and Charlie… she couldn't help but to fear he'd pull away again, prove that her eyes should stay closed.
But… John didn't recoil. He didn't pull away as he'd done before.
He simply smiled.
"You know you're beautiful either way, right?" He asked, and Angel felt like she'd been slapped, the shock hit her so hard.
"Bullshit." Angel turned her gaze away, feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But she still kept all her eyes open. "I look like a freak."
"Does any sinner have room to talk?" John asked softly, bringing his lips down onto her cheek in a comforting kiss as he did so. "What do you think is more appealing? Six extra eyes or a metric fuckton of mutilation?"
Angel thought over his words, and she supposed he had a point as she slowly turned her gaze back towards his own.
"I… I don't freak you out?" She still vividly remembered John's initial reaction as it happened. Though she'd taken it stride, she'd always seen it as more evidence that she really did look like a freak.
John's smile never waved as he spoke. "All I see is a beautiful girl… who just happens to have a few extra eyes."
There was something about the way he said it… so soft and caring, like he meant every word. It was reassuring, something John seemed to be surprisingly good at.
Slowly, Angel found herself relaxing once more as she let herself fall back into his gaze once more, her fear slowly fading away in place of comfort.
Angel finally managed to return his smile with one of her own, a soft giggle escaping her as she really thought of her current predicament.
"You've gotta be fifty years younger than me…" She pointed out as she brought a hand up to his face once more. "So how is it that I'm the one who needs reassuring?"
John didn't respond, but he didn't need to. His smile was enough. Once more, his head lowered to take her lips to his own, and Angel gladly fell into it once more, her hands coming to grip whatever part of John she could get ahold of.
His large frame against hers was something she wasn't used to. It was like a… reflection. If someone was bigger than her, they were usually harsh, aggressive, with bruising force always in use.
John broke that stereotype. Despite having enough strength to level half the Pride Ring, his movements were soft, reassuring, with no actual force whatsoever.
Angel couldn't remember the last time she truly felt this comfortable, this safe. Not when she'd been alive and certainly not in Hell. All her life had been her looking over her shoulder, wondering when the next person would try to hire her, or take advantage of her, or maybe Val had tracked her down…
She felt none of that. She felt nothing but complete safety, in the arms of the strongest man she'd ever met.
She felt John's hand move down her body, sliding past her hips, before his finger hooked itself at the edge of her thigh-highs.
The moment she felt it, she went stiff, all eyes shooting wide as he body went tense.
Something John noticed.
"What's wrong?" He asked as he pulled away from her lips once more, his face twisting into concern as he looked down at her in confusion.
"You… you're not gonna take my boots of, right?" Angel asked, looking away in shame as her insecurity over her feet flooded her.
"Yeah." John nodded his head, his brow furrowing in confusion to go with the concern as his finger slipped out of her boot. "Why?"
"I… I don't like people seeing my feet." Angel admitted, still refusing to look at him as embarrassment washed over her at the admission. "They're… they're so ugly…"
John's gaze wandered down towards her still covered feet, before looking back up at her with a smile. "Angel, what did I say?" He asked softly, his fingers running along the edge of her boot, just barely brushing her thigh.
Angel had… she had felt vulnerable plenty of times, and she could say that she wasn't really fan. Not when it often led to suffering.
But John… it still astounded her, just how different he really was. Not just from the men and women she knew, but from Hell in general.
Despite her vulnerability, she felt a semblance of safety that was so often absent in her life, and she slowly so turned her gaze back to his own.
"That you want me to feel safe." Angel finally answered, all eight eyes blinking as she answered the question with a sense of nervousness.
John merely nodded. "Exactly. Do you feel safe?"
"Yes." Angel answered without a second thought. "Yes I do…"
"Okay then." Once again, John's finger slipped into the edge of her boot, his finger rubbing against her thigh as he began dragging the large piece of footwear down Angel's leg.
Angel felt her leg tingling as it was exposed to the air of the room, a feeling that was foreign to her as she often kept her boots on no matter what. The longer John took to run her boot down her leg, the more intense the tingling seemed to get, causing her leg to twitch slightly.
John didn't notice, and if he did, he was kind enough not to say anything. He continued to slowly drag his hand down, until he stopped when he'd reached her ankle.
"Are you sure it's okay?" John asked her once more, turning to meet her multicolored eyes as he did so, looking at her with a soft expression.
Angel eyed her mostly bare leg, one small tug being the only thing it would take to reveal her foot to the world, before turning her gaze back towards John, meeting his gentle gaze.
"Y-Yes." Angel nodded hesitantly, giving him the go ahead.
With those words, John nodded before turning his gaze back to her foot as he gave her boot a small tug, pulling the footwear off and freeing her foot for all to see.
Angel couldn't help but to feel… ugly. She felt ashamed, humiliated, as the ugly stumps she called feet were exposed for John to see.
John eyed her foot for a moment, causing her apprehension to rise, before he turned his gaze back to her with a soft, if amused, smile.
"That's what you were ashamed of?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he shook his head in amusement.
Her feet were quite literally just flattened stumps. No real ankle, no toes… her boots essentially acted as a second layer, what you saw is what you'd get.
Angel couldn't help but to look at John in surprise. He… he really didn't think it was that bad?
"You… don't mind?"
"Well, I never much cared for anyone's feet." He joked as he met her gaze, lowering himself so that his face was inches from her own. "No… it's the person that I want."
Angel couldn't stop her smile if she'd tried, and this time, she pulled herself up towards him, pressing her lips against his.
The two things about her, the only things that she was truly insecure about… and John didn't care. He didn't think they were ugly.
He didn't think that she was ugly.
Her hands began to wander, her top pair coming up and running through his wild locks as she kissed him, her tongue poking at his own lips in a request for access.
When John's lips parted, Angel took that as her permission, and her tongue darted into her lover's mouth with a desire she'd never quite felt before.
She felt her tongue being obstructed, likely by John's own, as she found herself touching a surprisingly large fleshy object within this mouth.
When she suddenly felt John's tongue in her own mouth, she realized that his tongue was much, much bigger than she'd thought.
In the middle of their passion, Angel felt John pulling her other boot off, opting to pull her leg and help him free her foot as her lower hands began clawing at his shirt, lifting the piece of fabric up his back.
Finally, John pulled away, leaving Angel staring at him with a blushing gaze, her tongue hanging limply outside her mouth as his own left her mouth, his long tongue lapping her cheek, eliciting a giggle from the spider.
John seemed to take that as something to be proud of, a grin on his face as he sat up on his knees, allowing Angel to sit up as well and lift his shirt above his head.
She pulled the piece of fabric off, tossing it aside like trash, before turning to see his bare chest for herself.
And then she froze.
Vanessa had told her about it… but Angel honestly couldn't have expected how gruesome it really looked.
Two gashes running along each collarbone, merging together into one massive gash that spanned the entire length of his torso, all the way to his belly-button.
John noticed Angel's sudden surprise, and he couldn't help but to chuckle when he saw what she was looking at. "Not a pretty sight, is it?"
"Why's this one so big?" Angel asked, unconsciously bringing a hand up to John's chest and tracing along the gash. Her index finger accidentally slipped, touching the center of the gash.
John's reaction was… not what she expected.
Suddenly, John's body shuddered, a look of pleasure coming across his face as a low pleasures groan escaped his lips.
"Fuck…" He groaned, before looking down at Angel with a smile. "Eager, huh?"
Angel could only look at him in complete bewilderment. "That… that feels good?" She asked in disbelief, staring at the gash with a newfound realization.
How many of those scars were that sensitive for John? Angel couldn't help but wonder.
Her thoughts were interrupted when John's hands once again found her body. This time, his fingers came to her shirt, gently undoing each individual button. Upon realizing, Angel immediately went to removing her gloves. Having two sets of hands at all times made that rather easy as she tossed her gloves aside like tissues as John undid her shirt.
Her shirt slid off like silk, and Angel's bare breasts were now exposed to the behemoth. Soft, pink nipples poked through the fur, on full display for John to see, and for John alone right now.
This was one thing she didn't shy away from. Her upper hands slid through her hair, while her lower one's came up to cup her breasts, teasing John as she gave him a seductive smirk.
"You like what you see, big boy?" With the two worst things about her no longer mattering, Angel's usual confident self was present as she ran her hands across her breasts, running her fingers across her nipples as she gave John a bit of a show.
John let a small smirk come into his face as he lowered himself once more, Angel laying back down in the bed to match him as he once again brought his face mere inches from her own.
"Big boy likes it a lot." John tumbled out, taking Angel's lips in his own once more as he brought a hand up to her chest, softly cupping her breast as he did so.
Angel let out a gasp at the gentle squeeze he gave, her hand moving to the back of John's own, encouraging him.
She couldn't help the moan of disappointment, however, when John suddenly pulled away.
"What are you doing?" Angel couldn't help the whiny tone in her voice as she watched John move further down the bed, slipping an arm under each leg and raising them slightly.
She realized what he was doing when she felt his hands slip pasts the hem of her shirts.
Angel lifted her legs up into the air, making it easier for John to remove the article of clothing, before he slipped her shorts past her legs and tossed them aside.
"No panties?" John couldn't help but to ask with a raised eyebrow when he realized that Angel was now completely naked underneath him.
Angel honestly couldn't help the sad look that crossed her face as memories she'd rather forget resurfaced.
"They never stay on long anyway." She muttered under her breath, averting her gaze from his own.
John's face fell slightly at her words, before he gave a soft smile as his hands gripped her thighs gently, pulling them apart as he lowered his head down.
If Angel had been paying attention instead of mulling in her thoughts, she might've noticed. Instead, she found a gasp being ripped out of her and she practically collapsed back onto the bed, her back arching up off the mattress as she felt something slick run across her clit.
"Wha… what are you-Ah!" Angel's words were interrupted once more by the pleasant sensation that radiated through her lower body as she once again felt what she realized was John's tongue upon her clit.
She felt like she was beating a dead horse, but it honestly surprised her how gentle John could be.
Angel was left as nothing more than a mewling mess, breathless moans leaving her throat in rapid intervals as he back arched up off the bed in pleasure. Her entire body was trembling, it felt so good.
And she hadn't even had his dick yet.
Angel had no control over impulses in that moment as both lower hands came down onto John's head, harshly gripping his hair between her fingers as her upper hands came up to attack her breasts.
She'd been with many men, had many dicks… but she had never felt this good for a long time.
Her legs were shaking, and it was getting harder to really control what they did as the pleasure built up fast. Far too fast for Angel Dust to prepare for.
Her legs came to wrap around John's head, locking him against her pussy as his hands moved from their spot on her thighs, instead resting upon her stomach.
His hands were so warm, and it felt so good…
Even in her blissful state, Angel could hardly believe what was happening to her.
John hadn't even touched her pussy yet… but Angel was already so close to cumming…
"J-John, wait!" She cried out, looking down at him in desperation. She didn't want to cum yet, it was embarrassing. It was way too soon.
But for once, John ignored her words, and his right hand left her stomach, sliding down her smooth skin until he was resting a finger atop her clit.
And then she felt something slide inside her, past her lower lips. Something thick, long, slimy… and eager.
Realizing that he was intent on making her cum, Angel could do nothing but lie upon the bed, her body trembling as John's tongue wriggled and writhed inside her while he played with clit. Her legs began to tense up, squeezing even more harshly against the back of John's head as she dug her fingers into his scalp.
The fact that she wasn't hurting John in the slightest was more of a turn on than she'd thought.
John's hand, the one that remained on her stomach, began sliding up her body, her skin tingling everywhere he touched, before he gently cupped her breast and ran his thumb across her nipple.
It was too much, far too much for her to handle and hold back, and she found herself looking down at John, all eight eyes honing in on what wasn't obstructed.
And she found John staring right back at her, his eyes lidded, a look of desire that she'd never quite seen before.
"J-John! I-I'm g-gonna-!" That was all Angel was able to get out as the pleasure reached its peak, and she could no longer stave it off.
A loud pleasured cry erupted from her throat as she threw her head back onto the bed, two hands twisting into the sheets while two others twisted into John's hair. Her legs shook violently, muscle spasms running through her body as her walls clenched down on John's tongue, her juices spilling all over his face.
Angel was sure that she'd lost consciousness for a second as she was overloaded with bliss, before slumping. Her breath was heavy, her eyes lidded as she came down from her high. She'd… she'd never experienced anything like that.
Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, and her vision wandered down to John as the behemoth sat up off the bed, sitting on his knees just below her feet as she watched his tongue slide out, almost like a snake, lapping up what fluids were left upon his face.
Angel could only watch, shocked. Most men would be angry, trying to almost claw the fluids off their face in disgust, but John had a look of pride on his face as he licked her fluids away, swallowing every bit of it.
When he was done, John's pride faded in place of a soft smile. "You feel better?"
Angel couldn't help the way her embarrassment heated up her face, two hands coming up to cover her face as she moaned. "I've never cum that fast…" She murmured, unable to meet John's gaze due to her own embarrassment.
She felt John's fingers come to touch her wrists, gently nudging them out of the way until he could see her face once more. His expression was once again reassuring as she brought herself to meet his eyes, feeling unusually shy under his gaze.
"That makes me feel better." John spoke with a smile, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss upon her head, leaving the spider staring at him in surprise. "The better it feels, the quicker you come undone. And I want you to feel good." His voice was low, rumbling into her ears as he spoke softly, meeting her eyes with his own.
Finally, Angel could no longer contain her curiosity, especially with a little clarity after her near mind-shattering orgasm.
"Why do you care so much?" Angel couldn't help but to ask, averting her gaze from his own as she felt shame creep through her. "I'm just… I'm nothing more than a dope fiend. A whore. I'd get paid to get fucked, and then spend that on so much crack my brain would shut down for days. What is there to care about?"
"A beautiful woman, who's strong when she wants to be, who's more confident than many people I've met before." John didn't even take a second to think. The words rolled off his tongue as quickly as Angel asked it, his finger coming and hooking her chin, gently nudging her to look at him once more. "You've got plenty of flaws, but who in Hell doesn't? And hey… you do live at a rehab center."
The joke had a double meaning, Angel knew, but she couldn't bring herself to laugh or even giggle at it. She was too focused on what everything else John had said.
She… she wasn't strong, was she? Her sole hope of getting away from Val was that she'd break herself, become too boring for Val to enjoy. And her confidence… it wasn't anything to be proud of. It was all fake, a front. Sure, she was confident in bed, but that was usually because she wanted to hurry up and make her partner cum, and then leave. Any other confidence was just an… act…
And the fact that he kept calling her beautiful. She'd been called many things when it came to her looks, but beautiful was one that she'd heard few and far between. Mostly because there was something about the word that made things seem so much more… intimate. And in Hell, intimacy and sex were two very different things.
"Y-You really mean all that?" She couldn't help but to stutter as she stared at him, taking in every little detail of his expression. The way his eyes wrinkled when he smiled, the way his cheeks would ever so slightly flush a deep crimson… and the confidence hidden under it all.
"Of course I do." There wasn't a single sign of deception that Angel could pick up, and she honestly felt a little bad for searching for any on John of all people, but she couldn't help it. No one had ever said such things to her, unless in a sarcastic manner.
But John… he always meant every word he said. Sure, he'd tell a joke, but when it came down to it the behemoth was blunt to an almost painful degree. His voice had so much range, and he always conveyed whatever he felt in that moment, but dishonesty of any kind simply wasn't a part of John's makeup.
She couldn't help it. For the whatever time it had been, Angel found herself sniffling, tears budding her eyes as she heard John's words. No one had ever… ever thought such things about her… no one had ever made her feel cared for… no one had ever cared except her sister.
But John… he truly did.
"Come on, it's alright." John assured with a smile as he lowered himself down, one hand sliding under Angel's back as he pulled the spider into a hug, which she had absolutely no problem returning. Her arms clamped down onto the behemoth, holding him as Angel once again found herself falling into a sobbing fit, her emotions overwhelming her as she sought solace in John's presence. "It's okay, Angel…" His voice was so soft, whispering reassurances to her as he managed to both hold himself up from crushing her under his weight and give her one of the most reassuring hugs she'd ever had.
It wasn't often that Angel felt any sense of safety, of comfort… but here, in John's strong arms, in his presence… she felt both. She felt safer than she could remember, and she'd never felt this comfortable in her life. Even with her emotions sending her into random sobbing fits, Angel could still feel those positive things.
Luckily, this bout of sobbing didn't last as long as the first one had in the hall, and only when they began to die down did Angel release John, allowing him to safely raise himself once more to meet her gaze with a smile.
"Feel better?" He asked her, and Angel could only return his smile, even as she tried to wipe away her tears.
"Y-Yeah." Goddammit, if she stuttered one more time today or had another outburst, she'd hide away in her room and never leave again.
John, however, seemed to have different ideas as he gave her a cheeky grin. "You're adorable when you blush."
Angel's already red face heated up significantly at those words, and she once again averted her gaze, though this time her smile was genuine. "Shut up…" She mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from John in response.
"Alright…" John relented his teasing as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her head. "Do you need to rest, or do you wanna keep going?"
"I wanna keep going." She'd been overstimulated a lot before, and this one orgasm was nowhere near enough to put her at her limit. As John liked Angel's pleasure, she wanted to feel John's as well.
John jumped a little in surprise when Angel's lower hands slid down his chest, undoing the button on his pants with ease. Rather than immediately push his underwear down, she decided to tease him, giving the behemoth a gentle smile as she palmed his boxers.
The action also gave her an idea of what she was working with, and clearly… she wouldn't be disappointed in the least. The hard bulge beneath the piece of underwear was hard as a rock, and Angel was genuinely curious as to whether it was because of how tough John really was, or how aroused he was.
Either way, Angel was eager. For the first time in a long time, she was truly excited. And she intended to show it.
"Will you lay down?" Angel asked, her upper hands gently pushing against John's chest as she met his gaze. "I… I'd like to return the favor."
John raised an eyebrow at the request, but he nodded nonetheless as he rolled off of Angel, laying upon his back and propping himself up on his elbows.
Angel found herself wishing to offer him a show, and she found herself maneuvering so that she was on her hands and knees, groping her breasts with one pair of hands as she crawled towards him, offering a seductive smirk as she did so.
"Just lay back and let Angel Dust take care of you, baby." Slipping into the persona she'd had for so long was even still far easier than she'd like, but the fact that John looked absolutely enthralled as she slid down onto the bed was more than worth it.
She let her hands run up his pants, and too the hem of his boxers, before giving a lustful grin as she jerked the piece of fabric down.
And found herself quite literally smacked in the face.
The embarrassed blush of crimson that took over John's face was absolutely adorable, especially with the way he turned his gaze away with a bashful expression. Another reminder of the kid John would always be stuck as, hidden under the man he'd become.
"Sorry." He apologized, sounding almost nervous as Angel actually rubbed her cheek to soothe the sting.
Nonetheless, she seamlessly left her old persona as she offered John a reassuring smile rather than a lustful one, and she savored the gasp that tore itself from his lips when she wrapped one of her hands around the base of his now exposed member.
He was big, and she couldn't even wrap her hand around his girth entirely, but nonetheless, she was more than happy with what she would be working with.
"John, let me tell you something, okay?" Angel leaned her head down, and placed a gentle kiss upon his bulging tip as she looked up at him. "I want your cock. And it's not the first time I've been smacked in the face by one."
"Still-" Whatever else John was going to say was abruptly caught off by a shuddered groan of pleasure as Angel slowly brought her hand up the length of his cock, stopping at the tip before offering a gentle squeeze as her hand moved back to the base.
"Just be quiet and let me take care of you." Angel lowered her head to his tip, and she opened her mouth.
Honestly, she wasn't entirely sure she would even be able to take his cock in her mouth, but he'd just given her the most mind-blowing orgasm she'd ever had by eating him out.
Both out of courtesy and a sense of competition, you'd better believe she was going to return the favor.
Of course, his sheer girth made the task difficult, and she already knew that she wouldn't be able to comfortably take the entire thing, even with her gag reflex.
Unfortunately, her hunch had proven correct, as she was unable to open her mouth wide enough to take even his tip.
Fortunately for John, however… she did have four hands.
She brought her mouth to the base of his cock, moving her hand out of the way as she ran her hand along the bottom all the way to his tip, enjoying the gasps of pleasure that the behemoth had fallen into.
Angel felt a sense of pride engulf her at seeing the Angel-Slayer himself reduced to nothing more than a huffing mess at her touch.
"Do you like that, big boy?" Angel's voice was sultry, leaving her lips as smooth as silk as she found a steady rhythm with her hand upon his length. "Do you like the way I stroke your cock?"
"Y-yeah…" John couldn't even bring his head up to look at her, too lost in his pleasure. She could feel him tremble under her touch, and she couldn't help the proud grin on her face.
"Good…" The words left her mouth in a lustful whisper as she continued to pump him, slowly building up speed as she let her tongue flick against his tip.
The almost violent way his body twitched in reaction was honestly something she found herself wanting to see more of.
"Oh, you like that?" Angel let her tongue loll out of her mouth the moment she finished her sentence, and she was absolutely enamored but how… vulnerable, John looked right now.
It was just a simple handjob, an occasional kiss or lick might've been given here and there… and yet John was looking down at her with a look of utter desperation.
She was honestly trying to figure out if he was desperate for climax or if he was trying to stave it off.
"Just relax." She could feel the tension in his body as one of her free hands came up to rest upon his stomach, the way his muscles were tight beneath his skin. "Let all that stress out."
"A-Angel…" Hearing the goliath that is John Gallagher actually stuttering was something that Angel couldn't remember experiencing, but she honestly found it rather adorable. His voice was light, almost breathless, a sense of desire present in it.
And yet, there was a pleading undertone to it.
That was when Angel let the hand on his stomach slide over, and a thin finger slipped into the massive gash on his torso.
The reaction was instant.
She hadn't even had a chance to put anymore than one hand upon his member, and he hadn't lasted that long. Angel was positive that it hadn't even been a minute yet.
And yet, the moment she ran her finger along the gash, she only had a second to process the way his cock began to twitch and throb, before thick ropes of cum were launching at her.
Angel couldn't stop the gasp of surprise that escaped her at the initial spurt, pulling her head back in surprise as she found her face being covered in John's seed.
And not just her face either.
She found herself jerking her hand in order to try and prolong his pleasure, but she wasn't entirely sure that it was needed.
It was like something out of those old Japanese cartoons Angel remembered being shown. His cock pulsed and throbbed so much in her grip as a literal geyser of semen launched from cock, accompanied by higher pitched sounds of pleasure as he coated her face and breasts in his cum.
The warm feeling of his essence on her skin, soaking her fur… Angel couldn't help but to let a small moan of delight escape her.
Not to even mention John.
It was no exaggeration to say that he was more than just excited. As his entire body shuddered with pleasure, his surprisingly powerful spurts began to finally die down, leaving a… surprising amount of cum staining Angel's face and chest.
And then he went limp, his chest visibly heaving as he found himself breathing heavily atop the bed.
"Wow." Angel couldn't help but to say, only to find herself surprised by a groan of… embarrassment?
"I can safely say that I now know what premature ejaculation feels like." John sounded absolutely mortified as his hands came up to cover his face in embarrassment.
Angel found herself giggling at his words. A part of her felt gratification at the fact that she'd made John come undone so quickly, but she found herself feeling more pleased that she'd satisfied him at all.
This was a different feeling than she was used to. Before, she was always eager when her partners blew their load, because that meant the end of what was usually another session of either disassociation or just plain torture.
However, instead of feeling relief that it was over… there was a sense of genuine pride. Her skills had been used for something good, and though she now sat covered in cum… she'd gladly do it again just for John.
"You're fine, John." Angel assured, admittedly using his cover to clean the semen off of herself as best as she could. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Speak for yourself." John replied with a muffled groan, still covering his face and failing miserably at playing it off as him merely rubbing his face.
Angel couldn't stop an amused eye roll, before she let a soft smile take over her face as she leaned down and crawled up John's body. She mimicked his earlier actions, letting her hands come up to his wrists and gently moving his hands from his face.
John let her do it, revealing his still thoroughly blushing and embarrassed face. But there was a bit of disappointment mixed in with it, and Angel had a fairly good idea of what it was directed towards.
"I think I see what you mean, about feeling safe." Angel spoke softly, allowing herself to lower down until her body rested upon his own, her face inches from his own. "Let me ask you something: do you feel safe?"
"Of course."
"Then what's there to be embarrassed about?" Angel asked as she leaned down and offered him a quick kiss, which he gladly accepted. "It felt good, and you came. There's no shame in that. It… it actually feels nice to know I made you feel that good."
John's expression softened at her words, before a light chuckle escaped him as he let his hands come up to wrap around Angel. "Looks like not everything was all talk."
Angel actually managed a genuine giggle at the remark, nodding her head in agreement. "I guess so." She let her gaze wander back up to his own once more, and she leaned in closer once more.
When their lips met, there was true passion to it. Angel felt an abundance of different things. Desire, contentment… and above all, safe.
Here, in John's comfortingly powerful yet surprisingly gentle arms, she felt safe. She felt like she could afford to be vulnerable.
Her upper hands rested atop his chest, while her lower ones slid down his body. She lifted her hips slightly to allow her hands to move through, and she found herself pleasantly surprised by what she felt.
John was still hard.
"You think you have enough energy for another go?" Angel asked when pulled away from the kiss, earning herself another chuckle from John.
"Me? Woman, I don't think you have the energy to tire me out." He replied with a look of amusement on his face. Angel found herself appreciating the challenge as she lifted herself upright.
"Is that a fact?" Angel asked him with a look of amusement, while she lifted her hips slightly and gripped him in one hand.
Having two sets of hands definitely came in handy at times. Like right now. She could hold herself upright easily while a third lined his cock up with her soaked entrance.
She could feel her fluids dripping, and she was more than eager to feel the massive rod John possessed inside of her.
At Angel's confident taunt, John merely grinned and brought his hands up to her hips, causing the spider to gasp at the contact.
"I believe so."
Angel held his gaze for a moment, before smirking.
"We'll see."
And with that final declaration, Angel lowered herself down.
Rather than try and take it inch by inch, she engulfed him in one fluid motion.
And it. Was. Amazing.
A gasp was ripped from her throat as Angel all but slammed herself down onto John's member, falling down atop him and clamping her hands on whatever she could as her whole body trembled.
He was so big, and Angel could say without a shadow of doubt that he was definitely one of the biggest he'd ever had.
Granted, the sensation was quite different to what she was used to, but that was more than likely because this wasn't like what she was used to. She actually had some control here.
Though it felt like the opposite. She could barely suppress a shudder as she felt him deep inside her. It almost felt like he was in her stomach, and he was so thick.
"Aw, fuck…" John groaned, bliss in his voice alone as his face twisted in pleasure. "Jesus, Angel…"
"You're so fucking big…" Angel could barely get the words out, she felt so out of breath from the sheer girth currently sheathed inside of her. It wasn't often that she was stretched this much, and even less so when it felt so good.
She could feel his member sliding along her walls with the slightest shift either of them made, and Angel honestly found herself wondering if the fact that she was a demon was the only reason she wasn't in pure agony right now.
She slowly raised her hips, sliding off of him until only his tip was still inside of her, before slamming her hips down once more.
She took every inch of him, and she found herself glancing back, only able to see her ass as she once again raised herself and slammed back down onto him.
Moans and grunts of pleasure mixed in with the sound of skin slapping skin as Angel slowly built up a rhythm, huffing and panting in breathless cries as she began to properly bounce on John's length.
Angel pressed her upper hands onto his chest, lifting herself upright as she began to bounce her ass upon his member. Her pace was quick, eager, and she enjoyed every time his cock buried itself inside of her.
The spider couldn't describe how absolutely wonderful he felt inside of her, and it created a connection of sorts that Angel couldn't quite place.
Was this… what it felt like to be loved?
A gasp was ripped from her when she felt John's rough hands upon her skin, moving through her fur as one hand came up and softly gripped her breast.
"John- Mm~!" The spider cut herself off with a moan of pleasure as she felt John give her breast a surprisingly gentle squeeze, and the sensation was much more pleasurable than she could've anticipated.
"Fuck, Angel…" A rumbling groan escaped John as he let his hand slip away from Angel's breast, sliding back down to her hip and gripping his gently as his head fell back in pleasure.
Usually, Angel would be crying out her pleasure for the world to hear in the form of some cliche porno lines. But she was too lost in her pleasure to manage anything but blissful moans of euphoria. Any comprehensible word was lost in the gaggle of cries, coming out as breathless whispers.
Angel's lower hands left from wherever she'd moved them to upon sheathing John within, she honestly couldn't remember. They came to rest upon John's wrists while her upper ones kept her upright.
Usually, she'd have her lower hands supporting herself while her upper one's moved around her body in an effort to entice her lover further… but clearly, there would be many habits that would be left in the past.
All she could do now was lose herself in pleasure, and allow herself to finally feel… happy.
That's what she felt right now. She was happy. Genuinely happy. Despite the utter pleasure she felt, all the little ways John stimulated her every time she swallowed his cock inside her, happiness was what she felt.
Joy at being free… joy at being satisfied…
Joy at being loved.
That's what this was. This wasn't just sexual gratification between two casual partners.
Finally, the words were uttered in a breathless gasp, and Angel honestly wasn't even sure if she'd actually even said the words.
"I love you…"
It would seem that was the motivation John needed. No longer was he content with simply allowing her to have her fun, and she found her body being jolted in pleasure as John began to thrust himself up into her, meeting her own bounces halfway as he'd pull her back down to meet him.
His grip wasn't rough, but rather acted as more of a guide. The slightest bit of pressure was enough for Angel's body to follow John's movements, and she found her arms beginning to feel weak. It was hard for her to hold herself upright for too much longer.
Something John seemed to sense.
Angel's pleasure was forgotten for a moment when John suddenly sat up, causing the spider to release a surprised yelp into the air as she suddenly found herself falling.
And then she once again found herself on her back in the same spot she'd originally been in when John had serviced her earlier. Only now…
He felt so heavy on top of her, and she found her upper hands trying to wrap around his neck in an instinctual effort to stay upright. Not to mention that he was still buried deep inside her pussy.
"Lay down." John's voice was a breathless rumble, but there was a softness to it Angel found hard to ignore.
She felt his hand upon her back while his other one kept himself elevated off the bed. Angel slowly released her grip on his neck, and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her as she felt his member shift within her core.
Once her back was against the bed, John removed his hand from under her. It found its way to one of Angel's upper hands, and she found herself savoring the feeling as he intertwined his fingers with her own.
All eight of spider's eyes moved up to his face, meeting his soft gaze as he painted and hugged above her.
And the slide himself free, until just his tip remained within her.
When she felt him slam his cock back in, her entire body was jolted and a cry of pleasure was ripped from her throat as she felt all four hands clench down. The one currently intertwined in his own squeezes against his rough skin while the rest found purchase in the bed sheets.
And he didn't stop either. Unlike herself, John didn't build up his pace. Rather, he immediately launched himself into a rapid series of thrusts, his hips slamming into her own with seemingly reckless abandon.
His member was absolutely drilling her now, hammering in and out of her pussy and filling her so much that Angel found herself nearly breathless from the action.
"John~!" His name escaped her lips as nothing more than a breathless chant, her eyes slamming shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
Too much more of this, and Angel would be done for.
But that seemed to be his goal.
All Angel could do was lie there, gripping his hand as he gently gripped her own, and allow him to satisfy her in any way he saw fit.
His cock split her open like a relentless battering ram, her legs twitching and shaking in the air as he buried himself over and over within her depths, while she could do nothing but tremble under him as she let him ravish her.
He never averted his gaze, and Angel cracked her eyes open to find that same soft and caring look on his face, even with his seemingly frantic pace.
Angel found herself lost in his piercing blues as one of her free hands came up to his cheek, brushing over the gashes and rough skin on his face as she found herself panting breathlessly under him.
"You're… you're so… beautiful…" John had to force each word out between breathless pants and pleasured gasps, but he carried nothing but honesty and assurance in his tone as he continued to hold her gaze.
With the way he was currently pounding her body and the almost loving gaze he was giving her…
"I-Ngh! I-I love you…" Angel repeated her earlier words, because it was the only coherent thought she managed to gather, and she allowed her legs to wrap around his waist, intertwining her feet as best as she could.
John's frame lowered itself down, his face moving until it was inches from her own, and took her lips in a passionate kiss.
Angel found her hands flying, clamping down onto whatever she could. A pair clamped down around John's neck, while the other came up to hook around the inside of his elbows as she returned the kiss with a passion matched only by John's own.
When they seperated, Angel could feel his hot breath against her face as he continued his actions, and she found herself praying and hoping that the moment would never end.
"I love you too…" John groaned out, letting one of his hands slide under Angel's head. The spider found that she preferred the feeling of his fingers in her hair over the soft pillow.
Unfortunately, no matter how pleasurable their current activities were… all good things must come to an end.
Angel was so enthralled in John's gaze, in his face, his loving features… that her own orgasm came by surprise.
So when it hit, all she could do was let out a strangled yelp that transitioned into a cry of euphoria as she hugged herself to John for dear life.
Her body shuddered and trembled, her legs twitching violently around him as she felt spasms through her body.
She could feel her fluids coating him, more than likely soiling his pants around his thighs and definitely ruining the bed sheets.
It would seem her orgasm would be the beginning of the end, however.
No sooner than she clamped and cried out, John's own orgasm washed over him. She felt him slam himself deep inside of her, shallow thrusts resulting from involuntary twitching as he began to shoot his load.
It was warm, it was sticky… and it was soothing.
Once again, it was like a geyser, and Angel actually found herself gasping as she felt the literal pressure of John's orgasm blasting straight into her womb.
A part of her genuinely feared the risk of pregnancy as she remembered that Leo was currently sitting down in the lobby with Husk, but she found that fear minimal compared to the sense of satisfaction she now felt.
They stayed still as they rode through there shared climax, and once John was thoroughly soaked and Angel was thoroughly filled, only then did the spider allow herself to slump to the bed, panting harshly from the activities.
She was afraid for a moment that John had passed out with his head fell and he seemed to drop. Right when her hands came up in what was probably a useless attempt to hold his weight, his arms went stiff and he stopped while her hands were upon her chest.
"I feel like this is supposed to be a punishment." At Angel's look of confusion, John let a chuckle escape him as he rolled off of her and plopped down on the bed next to her. "How good sex feels. I feel like it's just another symbolic punishment."
"Well, I think I like it." Angel commented with a small smile as she looked at him, before propping herself up on her arms and looking down at herself.
…
"These sheets need to be washed. Bad."
"Why, cause all the fluids on them?" John asked with a chuckle, earning himself a giggle from Angel as well.
"I mean, we did make a mess." Angel pointed out as she turned back towards him, laying down next to him and letting an arm come up to rub circles on his chest.
"That we did." John agreed as he rearranged his arm so that it was now wrapped around Angel, pulling her closer as the two basked in their afterglow.
Angel couldn't help the shudder that escaped her as she still felt the considerable amount of semen still leaking from her. "Do you… do you always cum like that?" She asked as his gaze found her own. "I could feel the pressure. I almost thought you were pissing."
"Haha!" John let a throaty laugh escape him at that, genuinely amused as one hand moves down and pulled his pants and boxers back up. "Well, yeah. Would you believe me if I said that's not a thing because of Hell?"
"Bullshit." What kind of human had an orgasm like tha- "Oh, wait. Superhuman."
"Good thing too, if we're honest." John commented with a chuckle. "Otherwise I'd blast with the force of a shotgun, and that'd be… well, bad."
Angel found herself giggling at John's words, before leaning over and rubbing her head against his chest as she snuggled closer to him.
"Comfy?" John asked with a raised eyebrow, to which Angel nodded without removing herself from him, a sound of contentment escaping her.
"You're so warm." She remarked with a smile on her face, allowing her eyes to flutter closed as she did so. "I don't think I need a cover like this."
She felt John rub her arm, and it offered a soothing comfort that was typically absent during the pillow talks she was used to. But it was definitely a welcome change.
"I meant it, you know." At his words, Angel craned her neck to look up at him, curious as to what he meant. Upon seeing her expression, he allowed another chuckle to escape him. "I love you."
"As in… romantic?"
"If you don't feel the same-"
"I do!" Angel immediately interrupted, frantically sitting up as she went wide-eyed. John looked surprised at her outburst, and she found herself blushing with slight embarrassment. "But… well, it's been so long since I've actually felt like this. And… well, the last person I actually fell for wasn't exactly nice."
"Who was it?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Val."
"…oh."
"Yeah…"
"Well," John allowed a grin to come onto his face as he raised his arm up her back and gently pulled her back down onto him. "You should know that I'm as far from Val as you can get."
"I think that's what I'm afraid of." Angel admitted, unable to bring herself to look at him as she rubbed small circles on his chest with her finger. "That I'll fuck something."
"Nah." John disagreed with an amused expression on his face. "And even if you do… well, we'll have plenty of time to fix things."
Angel found herself smiling as she turned her gaze back up to him, genuinely thankful at John's understanding nature.
"I don't deserve you."
John allowed a small smile to take over his gentle expression as he leaned his face closer to hers, bringing his other arm to wrap around her as well.
"That one is for me to decide."
And then he took her lips upon his own once more… and Angel once again felt safe.
A/N: So I'm not even gonna lie, this is a personal project that wasn't even supposed to see the light of day. It originally started as nothing more than a smut fic, but as I wrote out the beginning, I realized that I wanted to make it more wholesome and turn it into an actual story.
So this is an AU to my fic Sinful Savior, where rather than Charlie, Vaggie, and Verosika, John instead found love in the form of Angel Dust.
I'll be completely honest, the only reason Angel is a female in this story is because I'm not gay, I have no interest in writing a gay sex scene or yaoi, and intertwine that with the fact that John is explicitly heterosexual… well, this fic genuinely wouldn't have felt right otherwise.
I tried to make sure Angel was in character, because god do I love his character, but I'm honestly not sure how I did with the genderswap.
I can see a lot of people throwing a fit because I genderbent Angel just so I could write smut, and to you, I say fuck off. Just because I have no issue with the LGBTQ community doesn't mean in the slightest that I have to make myself intentionally uncomfortable just to appease you, especially when as I stated above, this is a personal project that I originally wasn't even going to post.
For those of you who enjoy this story here on FanFiction, since it's not technically allowed to post anything with explicit sexual content, this story is available on AO3 should I be forced to take it down.
That said, I'm more interested in the feedback on the story moreso than the smut itself, and I'm really interested to hear everyone's thoughts on this. So, with that said, I hope you enjoyed it, I bid you adieu, and I'll see you all in another story.