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Irys glances at her phone where it buzzes cheerfully on the bathroom counter, screen lit up with a notification.
1 New Message from baebay
Irys’s toothbrush almost falls out of her mouth as she scrambles to pick up her phone, going straight to the messenger app.
baebay
yo irys r u still awake? (Read 2:01AM)
iwws
Yeah. What’s up? (Read 2:01AM)
Bae starts and stops typing several times, seemingly debating over how to type out what she’s going to send next.
Irys chews her toothbrush with impatience. Bae hardly ever takes her replies into such deep consideration (even if sometimes that backfires in the most comical of ways). Maybe something is genuinely wrong.
She digs her teeth into flimsy plastic a little harder.
A new message pops up.
baebay
have u ever thought abt using ur nephilim powers to give urself a real dick? (Read 2:02AM)
Irys chokes on her toothpaste, phone nearly slipping out of her hands. Her face burns hotter than a blowtorch.
iwws
No????? (Read 2:02AM)
Have you???????? (Read 2:03AM)
baebay
yes. (Read 2:03AM)
more than once (Read 2:03AM)
Irys isn’t entirely sure how to respond to that.
baebay
you mean to tell me you’ve never thought about how i’d feel around you when we use the strap? (Read 2:04AM)
never? (Read 2:04AM)
not even once? (Read 2:04AM)
Irys’s face somehow gets even redder in the mirror. Life truly is full of miracles.
iwws
I mean, yeah I guess (Read 2:05AM)
I just—where the Hell did this come from? (Read 2:05AM)
Irys turns off her phone quickly, ignoring Bae’s rapid replies, and spits out the rest of her toothpaste before she has a chance to inhale it again. She hurriedly finishes up her nightly routine before she jumps into bed and hides away under the covers.
baebay
i’ve just been thinking about it recently. (Read 2:08AM)
i’m thinking about it right now. (Read 2:08AM)
i wonder what kind of face you’d make when i took you into my mouth (Read 2:08 AM)
don’t you wanna find out, irys? (Read 2:08AM)
Irys tries to fight the curl of heat in her gut at the mental image. She should probably be concerned about the near instantaneous response those words inspired, not that Bae had to work particularly hard to rile her up regardless.
iwws
Are you trying to sext me right now, Ms. Hakos? (Read 2:09AM)
baebay
i dunno (Read 2:09AM)
is it working? (Read 2:10AM)
Yes, Irys types out, and promptly deletes. Both out of spite and because it is far too late at night to be entertaining this, especially on a weeknight.
iwws
You should probably go to bed. (Read 2:11AM)
baebay
hypocrite (Read 2:11AM)
at least think about it? (Read 2:12AM)
please? (Read 2:12AM)
for me? (Read 2:12AM)
iwws
No promises. (Read 2:13AM)
baebay
>:-( (Read 2:13AM)
goodnight fun killer (Read 2:13AM)
iwws
Goodnight lol (Read 2:14AM)
Irys stares at the ceiling for what feels like hours, watching the number on her alarm clock tick higher and higher.
——
The idea refuses to leave her brain weeks later, no matter how hard she attempts to scrub it out.
Perhaps that’s why she’s standing in front of the full length mirror in her room in just a sports bra and some shorts, working up the courage to try it.
It is theoretically possible, she knows that much. Her main concern is, however, that each element of her nephilim magic has been defined solely by crystals. Her wings, her halo, Hells, even her claws and weapons when she gets into fighting mode.
And her crystals are sharp. As much as Bae might joke around about Irys tearing her up inside, she definitely doesn’t actually want to hurt her.
Irys purses her lips, frowning at the nervous face reflected back at her in the mirror.
Bae has thought about it. Multiple times.
Irys breathes in a heavy sigh, closing her eyes and willing that dormant power within her to the surface.
A pulse of heat burns through her hips, almost painful in its intensity. Irys hisses, gritting her fangs together. The pain concentrates lower, the sharp feeling of crystals digging into her body.
The burn fades out, leaving only aching warmth in its place. Whatever she just did, it’s done.
She opens her eyes slowly, fully expecting the worst.
There’s a bulge at the front of her shorts. Her wings stutter slightly in embarrassment in the mirror.
Irys bites her lip. It doesn’t look as out of place as she thought it would.
She reaches a hand down to touch it, before her mind halts her in place. What the FUCK am I doing?
Irys should just tell Bae it doesn’t work. The rat would never push her on it, especially if she distracted her with an idea equally as enticing.
But she’s already come this far.
She can’t help but be curious.
Irys steels her own resolve, cupping herself through her shorts. It feels about how she would imagine her wings would feel if she touched them through clothing, dully pleasurable and warm.
She takes a deep breath and pulls the shorts down.
It looks about how she had expected. Crystalline and pulsing with internal light at the same speed as her rapidly increasing heartbeat.
She takes a thumb and drags it lightly across one of the ridges, and can’t contain her gasp. Holy fuck.
It’s not half as sharp as she thought it’d be, but it’s hard to focus on that when the most intense wave of pleasure she’s ever felt racks through her whole body.
Oh Gods above. Forget about fucking Bae with this thing. She would last a grand total of 30 seconds with Bae just breathing on it, probably even less.
Her phone’s ringtone jolts her out of her horror, a fast paced metal track. The ringtone she had set specifically for Bae.
The color drains out of her face.
Irys accepts the call, trying to keep the shaking out of her voice. “H-Hello?”
“Hey, Irys.” It sounds like Bae has just woken up, her voice heavy and deep with sleep. Irys’s new… appendage throbs. “We’re going out to dinner tonight. Mumei found this new sushi place and she’s been begging everyone to come with. I know you have nothing better to do so I accepted the invitation for you.”
Bae pauses. “Are you okay? It’s not like you to miss out on group chat conversations like that.”
“Huh?” Irys asks dumbly. She pulls back to look at the… 60 messenger notifications she has, holy moly. “Sorry, I was a little busy.”
“With what?” Bae laughs. Irys swallows hard.
Before she can talk herself out of it, she asks, “Can I come over?”
Bae’s voice somehow manages to get deeper. “Oh? Do you miss me, Irys?”
“Yeah.” You know what they say, honesty is the best policy.
“Mm.” The sound of shifting sheets echoes through the phone speakers. “We have like two hours. You better come quick.”
“In an ooh la la sense or in a going to your place sense?”
Bae simply laughs and hangs up.
Irys tugs some pants on as quickly as she can.
——
Irys does manage to hide it with the power of two layers of shorts under some baggy sweatpants.
It takes a bit longer than she would’ve liked to waddle her way over to Bae’s apartment with the unwieldy new addition, but it will all be worth it in the end. Maybe. Hopefully.
Bae buzzes her in the moment she requests it, and she all but sprints up the stairs to her apartment despite every last ounce of common sense left in her body telling her not to.
Bae’s door swings open. The rat girl is standing there in one of the long T-shirts she wears to bed and presumably nothing underneath.
Irys manages not to drool as she hacks her lungs out. Her legs feel like she just ran a marathon.
“What took you so long?” She looks annoyed. Oh Gods.
“Sorry,” Irys pants. Bae merely squints her eyes and tugs her inside.
Irys is pinned against the wall and being kissed within an inch of her life before she can even really process what’s happening. Bae kicks the door shut and locks it without separating from Irys’s lips, depriving her of even more oxygen.
Not that she minds. At all.
Bae pulls back and her eyes are dark. It sends heat rippling through Irys’s crystals, and she whimpers.
Bae’s smirk turns cruel, sharp teeth poking from between her lips. “Did you miss me that much?”
Bae kisses her again before she can respond, slamming her back against the wall hard. Her teeth nip at Irys’s lips playfully and Irys exhales harshly.
“Bite me.” Irys growls against Bae’s mouth, and she tugs down the collar of her shirt to suck a bruise where no one will see.
Irys moans, slamming her head back. Her horns are dangerously close to the plaster.
“You better not damage my wall with your reckless abandon,” Bae chides, teasing sharp teeth against her collarbones.
Irys wants to fight back, but Bae’s hand slips up beneath her shirt to squeeze at her chest, and she melts with a high-pitched whimper.
Bae chuckles, biting down on the delicate shell of her ear.
The front of Irys’s shorts suddenly feel very tight.
Bae’s hands hook into the front of her sweatpants. “Can I take this off?”
Panic manages to spear through the obsessive and resounding yes in her mind.
“W-wait!”
Bae pauses, pulling back to look her in the eyes. “What? Is something wrong?”
“No, I just. I did something.”
Irys watches the gears turning in Bae’s brain, before her hand dips beneath the hem of her pants and her eyes widen. Irys just barely manages to keep her hips still.
“Wait. Did you actually?”
Irys bites her lip and nods.
Bae squeezes at it, and Irys whines loudly.
Bae stares at her in wonder.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Irys hides her face in embarrassment.
“Sorry. I’m just amazed.”
“What? Why? Didn’t you ask me to do this?”
“I wanted to tease you! I didn’t think you were actually capable of doing it!”
“Fine, I’ll just banish it then—“ Bae pins her hands above her head before she can finish the thought.
“Can I suck you off?”
Irys is going to pass out. “If you want to.”
Bae sinks to her knees and tugs all of the layers of pants off, licking her lips hungrily. “Oh, I want to.”
Irys is seriously going to pass out.
“Goddamn, Irys. Why did you make it so big?”
“I wasn’t really focused on controlling the size.”
“I’m not complaining.” Bae brings a hand up to grab onto the base, and Irys lets out a positively pathetic noise.
Bae’s eyebrows raise. “Is this thing as sensitive as your wings?”
A gentle squeeze punches all of the breath out of Irys’s lungs. “No. More.”
“Ohoho,” Bae chuckles, “this is going to be fun.” Irys is actually, genuinely going to pass out. Gods have mercy on my soul.
Irys cries out the moment Bae kisses at the tip, knees buckling.
Bae helps her slide down onto the floor safely with a tight grip on her thighs and gets back to work immediately.
Irys almost punches a hole through the wall when Bae takes her into her mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—Stop! Stop.”
Bae backs off reluctantly. “Does it hurt?”
“I can feel my brain melting out of my ears,” Irys says in a daze.
Bae’s lips curl in disgust. “Thank you for that incredibly sexy mental image, but can you answer my question, please?”
“I don’t know if I can handle it. It’s too much.”
“I can try and go slow?”
Irys laughs. “No. You can’t.”
Bae pouts. “Oi. Have more faith in me.”
Irys sighs. “Fine. But promise me you’ll stop if I ask you to.”
“Of course.”
Bae plops down over Irys’s thighs, guiding her into a gentle kiss and tangling her fingers into the hairs at the nape of her neck.
Irys feels her wings unfurl and emerge from behind her back, and tries to shove them back in before Bae can torture them.
She’s too slow, Bae stroking against her crystal feathers and kissing her deeper.
Something warm settles in her chest and gut, her heart rate pulsing. Bae smiles against her mouth.
“See? I can be slow.”
“Mhm.” Irys chases her lips, pulling her closer by the hips. “Can we move this to the bed? Or anywhere that’s not the floor of your foyer? These tiles are pretty cold against my bare buttcheeks.”
Bae stares at her with a resigned expression. “I thought there was no way you’d be able to make this anything other than sexy. Clearly I underestimated you.”
Irys grins. “Fool. I am galaxy-brained, and always seven steps ahead of you. You should have known I would— hngh, slow! Bae, slow!”
Bae squeezes at her dick again and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Sorry. This is the only surefire way to shut you up.”
Irys bites down on her neck in retaliation and Bae’s hips buck, brushing against Irys’s crystal and smearing the evidence of her desire against her. Irys hisses, dragging Bae against her again.
Bae cries out this time, bringing a hand up to muffle herself as her hips roll into a steady grind. “Shit. Do you think you can handle putting it inside me?”
Irys flushes, feeling the dick pulse. Bae’s hips stutter in response. “I don’t know. We can try it.”
“Okay,” Bae agrees, the beautiful orange and blue of her eyes swallowed by black pupils. “Let me just—“
Her hand trails down between them, and Irys grabs her wrist. “Wait. I clipped my nails a few days ago. Let me.”
A smug look crosses Bae’s face. “Oh? Were you, perhaps, planning this from the start?”
“So what if I was? You’re the one who suggested the idea in the first place.”
“You hardly ever sacrifice your nails for—“ Bae cuts herself off with a needy whine as Irys explores her folds carefully, methodically.
“Oh, you bitch,” Bae whimpers as Irys works a finger inside of her, biting down hard on the back of her hand to hide her desperate noises.
“Yeah?” Irys smiles and pushes a second finger in. She curls her fingers upward with every stroke.
Bae clamps down around her, letting out sweet, muffled noises.
Irys watches her quietly, at a loss for words for once in her life.
For exactly three seconds. “Damn. You’re really pent up.”
“It’s been weeks since you’ve had time to come and visit. Forgive me.”
Irys frowns. If Bae is still coherent enough to form a full sentence, she must not be doing her job properly.
“What, don’t you relieve yourself every once in a while?”
Irys finds a new angle, and Bae’s back arches with a groan. “Every single day for the past week.”
Irys feels her face burn with embarrassment and her fingers still. “O-oh?”
“It never feels as good as you,” Bae admits in an uncharacteristic moment of honesty.
Irys’s ego is inflated beyond saving now. Bae realizes her mistake, trying to wiggle out of her grasp.
Irys fucks into her again before she can, ducking her head beneath Bae’s shirt and wrapping her lips around hard nipples.
Her girlfriend cries out, grabbing onto her shoulders and digging her nails into delicate skin. Bae whimpers her real daemonic name over and over and over again, humping against her hand desperately.
Irys curls her fingers one last time and Bae is gone, pulling her out from underneath her shirt and smashing their lips together in a messy kiss.
Irys swallows every whimper and whine hungrily, working her through the pleasure as best she can.
Bae finally relaxes, panting hard against her mouth.
The rat’s lithe hands find her dick again, pumping it gently. Irys’s hips jump. “Fuck. I forgot about that.”
Bae rolls her eyes, slowly standing up. “Come on. Let’s get your dumb ass on the bed before neither of us can walk.”
Irys gets to her feet, collecting their discarded clothes from off the floor. “Do you still have that lube in your bedside drawer?”
“Yes. I was hoping you’d still let me slick you up in other ways though.”
“Maybe next time.”
“Next time?” Bae’s eyes twinkle.
Irys’s ears fold back nervously. “Haha! Oh wow! We’re here! Better take off your shirt, haha!”
Bae smiles, pulling out the little bottle of lube and presenting it to her like a prized possession.
The sudden, horrifying realization that applying lube would mean touching herself hits Irys like a truck.
Irys decidedly did not think this through. What else is new?
Bae watches her expectantly on the bed, now fully and gloriously naked. “We don’t have all night, babe. Hop to it.”
Irys uncaps the lube and takes a seat across from Bae. “Do you have to watch me while I do this?”
“Yes,” is Bae’s immediate answer. Irys’s blush steadily crawls down to her shoulders.
Her own hands are not quite so overwhelming as Bae’s, and far clumsier. It’s almost embarrassing, really.
“Are you sure you don’t want help? You’re not very good at that.”
“Shut up. I can jerk myself off just fine.”
Bae’s eyebrows raise lazily. “If you say so.”
After a moment of quietly working herself over, Irys asks, “Does that look good?”
Bae leans in closer to inspect it, and Irys fights the urge to catapult herself through the ceiling when her hot breath mixes with cold lube.
“Yup. Should be good.”
Irys caps the bottle again and sets it on the nightstand, face scrunching up. “Ew. I wanna wash my hands off, this stuff is nasty.”
“At least have the decency to fuck my brains out before you waste any more of our preciously little time,” Bae snarks, tail flicking impatiently from side to side.
Irys is on top of her instantly. “If you insist.”
Bae rolls her eyes. “Took you long enough.”
Irys lines up as carefully as she can, and steals a kiss as she pushes in.
Bae grunts from the discomfort of the stretch, Irys slipping her tongue into her mouth in an attempt to distract her.
She manages to relax enough for Irys to continue, their hips meeting with no straps or harnesses in between them.
Irys breaks the kiss to pant harshly into the crook of Bae’s neck. The warmth around her is even better than she ever could’ve imagined, absolutely euphoric.
“Good?” Bae whispers, gently running her fingers through Irys’s hair.
“I should be the one asking you that.” Irys manages to respond coherently, which is a massive victory in her book.
“Can you feel it?”
“Yeah. Fuck.” Irys kisses and bites at her jawline playfully.
“Gods,” Bae grumbles, “you’re delirious.”
A harsh bite to the softness of Bae’s breast has her squeezing down hard around Irys’s dick, and the nephilim moans into her skin.
Bae’s tail thrashes. “Fuck. Why are you so stupidly sexy?”
Irys finally finds the willpower to thrust, teeth still sunk deep into Bae’s skin and holding her captive.
Both of them hiss in unison, scrabbling to pull each other closer. Bae hides her face in her elbow, ears flattening against her skull.
The demon half of Irys preens. The angel half demands her to take more.
So take she does, lifting Bae’s hips to find a better angle with a growl.
Bae chuckles through her heavy breathing, mustering up the gall to goad Irys more. “Come on, Irys. I know you can do better than that. Fuck me harder. Break me.”
Irys’s fangs sink into her neck around her pulse. Bae shrieks.
Irys fucks her into the bed, dragging blunt nails up and down her back hard enough to trail angry marks.
Bae’s hips move, trying to match her rhythm. Irys slams into her and stops, much to Bae’s distress.
“You asked for this, so lie down and take it like a good girl, baby. Don’t you dare hide your voice from me, or I’ll stop again. Okay?”
“I-Irys, your angel side is—“
Irys’s hand squeezes dangerously around Bae’s throat. “Did I say you can speak?”
Bae’s mouth slides shut, worryingly silent. Her tail thrashes again and she spreads her legs wider. That’s a good sign to continue. Irys hopes so, at least.
Irys presses down on Bae’s throat as she starts up her brutal rhythm again, wrapping delicate fingers firmly around her throat.
The heat in Bae’s moan is unbearable, her expressions of pleasure mesmerizing.
Bae doesn’t move again, whimpering and wheezing through the restriction on her windpipe and clenching down with each press of Irys’s fingers against her neck.
Irys moans just as loud against her, reveling in the feeling of velvet around her. Irys releases Bae’s neck, watching her gulp in air greedily before suffocating her again in a desperate kiss.
Irys tugs her hips into an arch, finally managing to find the spot that turns Bae into a screaming mess.
“Irys— ah , fuck, Irys! That’s perfect, that’s—keep doing that. Fuck!”
“Say my name.”
“Irys. Irys, Irys, Irys!—”
“No,” Irys snarls, nails digging into Bae’s skin. The girl whimpers. “My name.”
Bae understands this time, panting her name into Irys’s ear and leaving a kiss on the shell.
Irys’s teeth find her neck again and Bae comes hard, dragging Irys down with her.
Irys keeps her hips moving, Bae whining expletives into her ears. “Wait—fuck, shit, slow down, Irys!”
Irys manages to coax a second orgasm out of her, keeping up her brutal pace even as her legs and abs start to burn.
Bae wraps her legs around Irys’s hips in an iron grip, forcing her to stop. Bae pants against the bed, trembling. “I’ve awakened a monster.”
Irys kisses her gently all over her face and pulls out as carefully as she can, sitting back on the bed.
Bae sits up. Her neck is absolutely throttled, a mess of purple and red. The dinner they’re about to go to briefly crosses Irys’s mind.
The nephilim prays to every god out there that Bae does not look in the mirror.
“How on earth are you still hard? Did you even come?”
Irys glances down at the crystal dick curiously. “I think so.”
“You think so?”
“I think so,” Irys confirms.
Bae looks to be a second away from facepalming. “Okay, well we have to fix this fast.”
“What do you mean? I’ll just banish it.”
Irys wills her magic to the surface again, banishing her creation back into the realms between.
She opens her eyes and it’s still there. “Oh, shit.”
“Your wings and halo have been fully visible this entire time. Do you mean to tell me you didn’t notice you didn’t have enough magic left to fix this?”
Irys smiles sheepishly. “I was kind of distracted.”
Bae rolls her eyes, sliding the head into her mouth.
Irys yelps, bucking uncontrollably. Bae keeps her pinned down by her hips with one forearm, stroking her with the other hand.
Bae takes her all the way to the base, cleaning up the fluids left behind with a deft tongue.
It takes an frankly depressing amount of time to get Irys to come, with how well she managed to hold it together while fucking Bae.
“One pump chump,” Bae says affectionately, leaving a peck on her lips. The faintest taste of Bae’s arousal is left behind.
Irys pouts.
“Wash up and put some pants on, and start getting ready for dinner, stud. I’ve gotta hide whatever the hell you did to my neck before we become the teasing targets of the night.”
Bae walks into the bathroom.
“What the—you motherfucker!”
Irys cringes.
This is going to be the longest dinner of her life.