#but HERE U GO FOR ALL MY THIRSTY SOLOSLUTS

[angelgoeslewd]

these hands of mine. (too shaky to hold.)

🔮 summary: solomon gets you back.

⚠️ warnings: SPOILERS FOR LESSON 13, 18+ content, minors DNI, comfort fucking, PIV sex, AFAB reader.

“hng-…. S- Sol.”

his colored eyes lift to meet yours, but his tongue doesn’t let up at your call — tracing the curve of your puffy pussy up, continuing to abuse your overly sensitive clit by licking his name into you over and over and over.

“Sol,” you whisper, hurriedly, “Please! Pleasepleaseplease—….”

“I’ve missed you so much, Starlight,” he whispers back, from in between your thighs. his ministrations haven’t stopped, you noticed, but you just can’t seem to figure out in your hazy mind when he replaced his tongue with his fingers, dipping into your honeypot, gathering slick from you and pushing it back in, his thumb always barely brushing your clit every time he pushes into you. “—can’t even imagine.”

“H- Huh?”

you bring forth a laugh from his grinning face, a soft rumbling that is almost like a purr. even the slight vibrations from his chest pushing against your thighs has you throwing your head back and moaning, making him laugh more. it’s not fair! it’s not your fault! he’s been at this for hours since you’ve gotten back to Cocytus hall, refusing to let you leave your shared bed, his mouth pressing against every piece of skin he could find — your breasts, stomach, thighs — all while his mouth overflowed with words of love, spilling onto your bed like the white wine you share during your late night stargazing, leaving behind nothing, not a trace it was ever there.

but Solomon is more determined than ever, it seems, to carve his devotion into you, a pact of his own, overlapping any of your previous ones, mapping out your new future with him — his hands are picking up pace now — making you grip the bed sheets, fisting them with all your strength — he’s telling you to cum on his fingers, on his tongue, to let him taste you, let him memorize it, and —

you cum with a shout of his name on your lips, letting thoughts crystallizing in the atmosphere as you lie there, trying to catch your breath.

(‘you know he’s hurting. you can tell by his grin, how much it wavers, how his eyes get glossy when they rest on you too long, he was scared. he thought he lost you when he’s only just gotten you. he refuses to grab your hand, lest you feel how much it shakes, but you notice it regardless. why does he feel like he has to always be strong and collected for you? doesn’t he realize that you can be strong for him too?’)

“Starlight,” he whispers, shattering your thoughts into shards. his hands rest on your thighs, the man himself still crouching between them, half your body sidled off the bed, presented to him like a plate at Diavolo’s dinners. his hands don’t move from your body as he stands to lean over you, choosing instead to caress your sides, your stomach, the curves of your breasts, his tender touch meeting your soft skin all the way up to your face. you’re both silent for a moment as you gaze at each other, him looking you over for a moment, you captivated by the way he rivals the moon in its glow. another beat, and then he presses a soft kiss to your mouth.

“Starlight,” he repeats, helplessly, desperately, as if trying to convey every single second he felt guilty, every moment he thought of you in that single word.

“Solomon.” Your answering word is firm, a call for his attention, and he gives it so willingly. Your hands ghost over the small of his clothed back, finally, finally, allowed to touch him. You echo his loving touches, hands making their way to rest over his on the side of your face. “I need you… Please… I…”

he gives you a smile that is softer then it ever has been.

your hand squeezes his.

his finally stops trembling.

your shared room is emptied of its silence once more.

moans chase after each other, bumping their way through pants and groans, wet smacks of kisses parting them every so often.

Solomon presses his warmth into you, fucking you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. you’re blissed out on his cock, so much pleasure coursing through you that you wonder if you actually woke up.

his hands hold you down as he rocks into you, gripping you with a desperation that can only be akin to a man hopelessly in love.

“Starlight,” he gasps, his forehead sparkling with unshed sweat, “I love you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” You reach up and pull him down into a kiss as he cums in you, and in that moment, every second he thought of you, every ounce of guilt he felt courses through you, connecting the two of you with something greater than any pact could. you hold him tighter as he buries his head into your neck. there is no sound, no way you can tell that he’s crying, other than the tears that wet your neck.

“Please,” he whispers, with an emotion so strong it can only come from a man who’s seen empires rise and fall. “Don’t leave me.”