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You find yourself standing outside a book shop in SoHo labeled “A. Z. Fell and co”. It had been about a week since your encounter with a certain demon. The first few days were spent trying to convince yourself that the events of that night really did happen and were not some alcohol-induced dream. But then you had received a text from an unknown number with just an address and after a quick google search, it led you here. To a book shop. Exactly like he had said. But you find yourself a little too nervous to enter.

“Come on. It’s nothing. He asked you to come. You look crazy just standing here on the street.” You mutter to yourself before taking a deep breath and opening the doors.

A small bell rings above you as you enter. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall the room was covered in books. Every shelf and surface had piles of books stacked high. Inside it smells like dust and paper and the tiniest whiff of vanilla. It was wonderful. And seemingly empty.

“Um. Hello?” You say as you walk towards the center of the room.

“Yes, hello actually we are closed for today.” You hear from around the corner of a bookshelf.

“Oh, um actually…” You trial off. Actually what? What were you supposed to say?

Suddenly Aziraphale’s head pokes around the corner.

“Oh, it’s you! Hello dear. It’s good to see you again.”

“Ya, um, I can come back another time if you’re not open?”

“No dear that won’t do at all. Of course, I’m open for you. Unless you are here to try to buy one of my books of course.”

“Um no. I was just… um… I got the address from a text. From umm…” You were at a loss for words. “If he’s not... I can come back…”

“It’s not a bother at all. Crowley isn’t here it at the moment but” He looks at the clock behind him. “He should be in in about an hour.”

“Oh cool.” You were starting to feel a bit more comfortable but still don’t move from your spot in the middle of the room. Azriaphale must have sensed your uncertainty.

“Why don’t you come back and have a cup of tea with me while we wait for him.”

“That sounds nice”

You follow him to a back room that had a fireplace, a desk, and a couch.

“You wait right here as I find another mug. Crowley doesn’t often drink tea so I don’t have on handy but there must be another laying around here somewhere.”

As he goes off to find a mug, you take a seat on the couch. You couldn’t help but notice that the couch, unlike the rest of the room, smelt a little more like smoke and fire. It brought back memories of that night when that scent seemed to be everywhere.

“Ah here’s one.” Aziraphale reappears with a mug. “There you are.”

“Thank you.” You said as you took it. Your eyes widen as you watch it fill with tea in your hands.

“Woah”

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. I probably should have used a kettle. Force of habit of, I’m afraid.”

“No, it’s okay. Just forgot about the whole miracles thing.”

“Yes, I understand. Now Crowley told me you liked to read. Tell me, what do you like to read?”

For the next hour, you and Aziraphale talk about books and reading. With every passing minute, you feel more comfortable around him.

“And what do you think about earlier periods in storytelling history. I hate the term classics as each era has had its own fair share of classics. Why I have every so-called classic book from each century here in my collection.”

“While I do like a bit of Shakespeare.”

“Ah as do I. He was a genius play right and a very good fellow.”

“Ya, I like... wait, what? You knew Shakespeare?”

“Well of course I did. He was a popular figure. Often would go for a beer after one of his rehearsals.”

“Um if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you? I mean, do angels age?”

“While we defiantly don’t age, or at least I haven’t yet. But I will say we’ve been around since the beginning. That’s where Crowley and I actually met. On the walls of Eden.”

“Woah. I mean… I don’t think I’m ready to unpack that statement yet”

“Oh, don’t worry. We will go at whatever pace you would like when it comes to us. Now tell me, what is your favorite Shakespeare piece.”

“Hamlet. It's defiantly Hamlet.”

Aziraphale’s smile lit up the room. He positively was glowing.

“You don’t say?”

With that, the bell above the door chimed.

“Angel! I brought scotch. It’s something new. Saw it while doing some temptation. Thought we give it a go.”

Crowley rounded the corner into the back room. He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you.

“Well, hello you.” He said with a smile.

“Hi.” You smiled back. Seeing yourself in the reflection of his dark sunglasses. He looked the exact same as the first time you met him. Dark clothes and flaming red hair.

“We were just talking about Shakespeare, Crowley.” Aziraphale said, still beaming.

“Oh really? Only the funny ones were worth going to. All the rest were so depressing.”

Crowley placed the bottle he was holding on the desk next to Azriaphale and sat down on the couch next to you. He immediately sprawled out, taking up as much space as possible. So much so that his leg was now pressed tightly against yours and his arm was draped behind your shoulders. Your brain seems to flatline with the sudden contact. Taking this time to relive every second of the night the two of you spent together. You feel a hot blush take to your cheeks. Lifting your eyes from looking at where your two legs touched, you look up to see Crowley staring at you through his dark glasses. He smirks as you make eye contact, and it was at this moment that you remember that he can read your thoughts.

“And which work did you say was your favorite?” Aziraphale asked again. Seeming not realizing the small crisis you were having on the couch.

“Oh, um Hamlet?” You repeated.

“Ugh!” Crowley groaned, rolling his eyes so hard it could be seen through his sunglasses. “I didn’t mean for it to last forever. Just the night! Am I ever going to live this one down?”

“Never, and we are all very grateful for it.” Aziraphale teased.

“What am I missing here?” You ask. Clearly, there was a story.

“Well, Crowley and I were at the Globe one night.” Aziraphale started.

“You were at the Globe. I was only there to see you. Not to see some failing actor trying to monologue.”  Crowley interjected.

“And William had just said ‘Oh it would take a miracle for anyone to come and see Hamlet’”

“You’re missing the part where I had just won the coin toss. Because as we all know, Scotland is not worth it. But yes. I may have performed a minor demonic miracle, that was only supposed to last one night, to have people come and watch stupid Hamlet.”

“And now it’s one of the most popular plays out there?” You say, connecting the dots.

“Unfortunately.” Said Crowley

“Well, I do like it so maybe I should say thank you?”

“I will admit that I do enjoy giving you a good time, so you’re welcome”

You couldn’t hide your blush even if you tried. The rest of the night, the three of you talked about history and you marveled at the stories two celestial beings were able to tell. You found yourself able to relax easily around the two of them. The way they bantered made it obvious just how long they had been around together. You found yourself almost jealous of the clear friendship they had. Or maybe it was something deeper.

Aziraphale was in the middle of a story about Egypt, which included many of Crowley’s interjections when your eyes drifted to the grandfather clock behind Aziraphale’s head.

“Oh my god!”

Silence falls and both sets of eyes look at you.

“Oh sorry, I mean, I didn’t realize that it had gotten so late”

“Oh yes it seems to have, hasn’t it?” Aziraphale says.

“Um, I had a really good time. Thank you. But I have to work in the morning, so I need to get home.”

“Yes, yes, of course, dear. So sorry for keeping you so late. You are just a joy to be around” Aziraphale’s smile was genuine.

You match his smile. Because if a timeless angel enjoys your company, how can you argue?

“Let me drive you home. No way you’ll get a cab at this hour.” Crowley stands and extends his hand to you, helping you stand.

“Do come back anytime you like. I am always happy to share some tea and a story” Aziraphale said as he walked to two of you to the door.

“Thanks, Aziraphale. I will”

Crowley and you exit the book shop and walk to the Bentley parked outside. Crowley opens the passenger door for you before sliding into the driver’s seat himself.

“Ready?” He asks with a smirk.

“Ready.” You say and he guns it.

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As London flies past, it is not lost of you that this is the first time the two of you have been alone together since that night. Throughout the evening, you had caught yourself staring at Crowley as snippets of your previous encounter with him ran through your head. Often, he would turn and catch your eye through his dark glasses, giving you a smile that reminded you that he could also see the images flashing in your mind.

He parks in front of your flat and you find yourself wishing the night didn’t have to end.

“It doesn’t”

“I know but I do really have to work tomorrow.” You surprise yourself by not reacting to the fact that he clearly answered a question you hadn’t voiced out loud.

“Then I promise I won’t waste your time,” He said.

His hand snaked around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It started so gently. His tongue barely traced your lips. His other hand comes to rest on your knee, warming the skin underneath. This lasts for ages. Him almost lazily kissing you, making your head swim. It dawns on you that he is waiting. Waiting on you to take this farther. He is giving you a way out. You could break apart now, step outside, end the night now. Or you could stay. Your hand comes to rest on his chest. Slowly you push him back, but you never unlock your lips. You follow him as you push him back into the seat, moving to straddle his legs.

“Yessssss. There’s my good girl” Crowley purrs between kisses. His hands coming to your hips, pulling you fully on top of him.

You can feel the steering wheel pressing into your back, but you could care less. You lick his lips and immediately enter his mouth with your tongue as he opens them willingly. You start to take control. Pressing farther in to him, rolling your hips down, seeking friction. A hand moves from your hips into your hair, using it to pull you away slowly.

“Oh, you don’t think you’re the one in control here, do you?” Crowley’s voice is low, you can almost feel it making vibrations in your chest.

“Did you forget who’s in charge? Do I need to remind my little girl who she belongs to?”

“Yes please.” You pant, unable to catch your breath. The hand in your hair is giving you just enough tension to not allow you to kiss him again. You again roll your hips, feeling just how excited Crowley is through his tight pants.

Crowley’s other hand comes up to throw his sunglasses into the now empty passenger seat. Seeing his bright yellow slitted eyes for the first time tonight somehow turns you on even more. The pure power that those eyes hold makes you tremble with want. He pulls you in again for another bruising kiss. You moan as you sink both hands into his flaming hair, pulling him close hopefully preventing him from pulling you apart again. A blazing hot hand sneaks up your back. Then it circles you to the front, slowly cupping your breast and teasing your nipple till it stands hard. The hand in your hair pulls your lips apart and you wine at the loss of content. But you are determined to not go far. You start to kiss down in jawbone, landing on his pulse point, and start to leave a mark.

“Such a good girl. Look just how tempting you are. And I should know, being an expert in temptation.”

He lets you his kiss neck. His hand never stops playing with your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers and pinching slightly, making your breath hitch.

“Now I do think you are far too clothed. Let’s fix that shall we?”

With a snap, you are naked. A chill hits you, making you gasp before the heat that radiates from Crowley’s chest warms you to your core. He pulls you back by your hair again. Just a light pull, that commands without room for negotiation.

“Such a beauty,” Crowley says as his eyes rake across every inch of you.

“How has the world not allowed you to be worshiped as you deserve. Hmmm now I must make up for that”

Again, he pulls you in for a kiss. Taking control, tracing your teeth with his tongue. Both hands move to your hips helping you grind down on his still-clothed cock. The fiction is amazing but not enough to satisfy. You realize that he is still fully clothed. Your hands release his hair and go to the bottom of his shirt to try to drag it off him.

“No.” His hands stilled your hips.

“Didn’t I say that you’re not the one in charge here? Right? Did you already forget? Tell me, who’s in charge?” Crowley’s eyes had gone almost fully black, only a thin ring of yellow rimed the edges.

“You, you’re in charge.” Your voice was shaking. You could hear the sheer want just in its tremble.

“That’s right. Good girl.”

One hand moves from your hips to unbutton his pants. Pulling them down just enough to let his cock be free. He used his hand to guide himself into you. Slowly pushing you down till you are fully seated on him.

“Now be a good girl and make me cum”

Your hands fly back to his hair pulling him in for a kiss as you start to roll your hips. Lifting yourself up and down, driving his cock into you on every thrust. Crowley growls into your mouth as he helps lift you up and down by your hips. No thoughts are in your head as you will your body to move faster and faster. One hand moves from your hips to your clit, and you moan at the contact. His finger starts to circle it making your hips falter in their rhythm.

“Come on. Don’t stop now. Keep going.”

You try to keep a steady pace, but he is doing his best to distract you. Every time you get going, the circles on your clit become tighter and harder, throwing you off again. A constant stream of noise flows from you in the form of moans and wines and ‘please’s and ‘more’s. Finally,

“Cum for me”

Every muscle in your body clenches as the tension that had been building breaks. Your forehead falls to his shoulder as you ride out your orgasm. Both hands on your hips keep you moving till he is also cumming. Both of you still as you respectively come down for your highs. Crowley wraps his arms around your back, holding you close as you shiver with the aftershocks. After of long moment, he snaps his fingers and the evidence of the evening is gone. He leaves your clothes off for another minute, keeping the skin to skin contact until your breathing gets under control. Once, you are clothed again by a small demonic miracle, he pushes you off his chest slowly.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as his eyes look into yours.

“Good, very very good”

“Amazing. You were so good for me.” He says with a soft kiss on your lips.

After another few minutes of just holding each other, you lean back again.

“Thank you for driving me home.”

“Ha… I’m happy to again anytime” He chuckles.

You remove yourself from his lap and slide back into the passenger seat. Wincing slightly at the bruise that the steering wheel left on your back.

“As much as she probably enjoyed the show, I think we forgo the Bentley next time and find a bed.”

“Ya, that’s probably a good idea.” You say, defiantly still caught up on the fact that there will be a next time. He places his hand on the back of your neck on more time to pull you in for a last kiss.

“Good night sweetheart,”

“Good night”

And with that, you exit the car and stand smiling like a mad man as you watch it speed off into the night.

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It soon became a habit. You would come to the bookshop after work. Most times you and Aziraphale sit together in the back room, deep in conversation about anything and everything. Other times, you curl up on the couch with a book while he works around you. Then Crowley comes and the three of you talk and drink and laugh till it’s time to go home. Sometimes Crowley takes you back to his flat. Sometimes it's yours. A few times, the two of you can’t make it out of the Bentley. Wherever you end up, Crowley makes sure to take good care of you.

You were at the bookshop so often, sometimes Crowley never showed up. It never bothered you. In fact, quite the opposite. Aziraphale had started out as simply Crowley’s friend. But the two of you were growing close. You enjoyed the conversations you got to have with a real-life angel. With someone who cared so deeply for history and storytelling. There were times you caught yourself staring fondly at him as he worked around the shop when you were supposed to be reading.

Aziraphale was the opposite of Crowley. Literally being an angel and demon. But suddenly you found yourself being attracted to the angel. It first hit you on a day when you were alone with Aziraphale. You knew Crowley wasn’t going to be here, a temptation in France is what Aziraphale said, but you had still come to the bookshop. The Angel was talking passionately about France cuisine, but your mind couldn’t concentrate. Instead, you were focusing on the cute upturn of his nose. And how his hair was so blonde it might as well have been made from clouds. You wondered what it would feel like to push your fingers through that hair. Maybe how the cupid’s bow of his lips would feel under your tongue.

“Are you quite alright, dear?”

Aziraphale must have stopped talking a while ago. His head was now cocked to the side as he gave you a worried look.

“What? Oh, ya no I’m fine. Sorry just zoned out”

You were so lucky that Aziraphale seemed to have more respect for your inner thoughts than Crowley did. Crowley would have just looked inside your head and been able to see your dirty thoughts laid on display. But you found that Aziraphale rarely took a look without permission. You counted your lucky star twice.

“It does seem to have gotten late.”

“Right. Ya, it's late. That’s it. I think I’ll head out now.” You stood from your spot on the couch.

“Alright, dear. Can I expect you tomorrow? I don’t think Crowley gets back for another few days though.”

“Ya, maybe tomorrow.”

“Good. Till next time.”

“Ya good night Aziraphale”

With that, you walk out of the bookshop. As you walk in the direction of your flat, you shake your head. Are you really falling for Aziraphale too? Maybe it’s just because you are around him so often. Or maybe it’s just the proximity to Crowley. Oh no. What would Crowley think of this? No, no. You need to get this in check before Crowley gets back.

You don’t go to the bookshop the next day. Maybe some space would help.

Three days later, as you grab the doorknob to the bookshop, you hear the lock unclick. It opens easily for you and the bell above you chimes.

“Honestly, I just locked up. You cannot just let anyone come in”

You knew Aziraphale was talking directly to the bookshop. You found that as he worked around it, he would softly talk to the selves and the books.

“No, it’s just me.” You announce yourself. It wasn’t the first time the bookshop had unlocked for you. Just like Crowley’s Bentley, you found that the bookshop seemed to have a spirit of its own.

“Oh, good,” Aziraphale said as he rounded the corner.

When his eyes landed on you, his face lit up. And then it was all gone. All the work you had done in the past three days trying to get over your little crush collapsed.

“I missed you, dear.” Well shit, he is really not helping. “I got in a new shipment of books and thought you would like to look through them with me. I’ve been putting it off to do it with you.”

“Ya uh, I got caught up in other things. But I’d love to now.” You follow him to the back room.

For the next hour or so, you and Aziraphale sort through a large box of books. Most of them are repeats that are already in the bookshop, but that actually works out for Aziraphale. It means he can actually sell those if a stray customer walks in. More than a few times your hands touch as you reach for the same book. Each time you try your best to hide the blush that engulfs your face.

“Tea?” Aziraphale asks after the box is empty.

“Yes please.” You say as you take your spot on the couch.

“Here you are, dear,” Aziraphale says after he returns with the tea.

“Thanks.”

But has he hands it to you, he does not go back to sit in his normal armchair. Instead, he sits next to you on the couch. In Crowley’s spot.

“You know, I really enjoy the time you spend here.” He says to you.

“Um thanks, I really enjoy coming here.” You were having a little trouble thinking. This is the closest the two of you have gotten. And your crush had certainly not gone away.

“I see why Crowley likes you so much.” Aziraphale’s eyes were oceans. So blue it was striking. You couldn’t look away. He scooted closer to you.

“Forgive me. But I can’t stay away from you either.” He says as his hand comes to your cheek.

His hand was cool. Not cold, but cool. So different from the demon that ran hot. Your eyes closed as your lips touched for the first time.

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The room smelled like vanilla.

You open your eyes as Aziraphale pulls away. His eyes were the brightest shade of blue. The light from the fire lit up his hair like a halo—a true Angel.

“Beautiful. Please, will you allow me to have another” he said with a smile.

“As many as you want.”

He beams and leans back in. You lock lips and close your eyes. One of his hands finds your knee while the other cradles your neck. You moan as his tongue traces your lips.

Neither of you hear the bell ring as the door opens. Or how the footsteps stopped as they reached the back room.

Two hands grabbed Aziraphale's shoulders, pulled him off you, and spun him around. You cover your mouth to stop a scream.

Crowley’s hands go to Aziraphale’s collar and pushes him against a self, knocking books down.

“WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING WHAT IS MINE!!”

Aziraphale sighed. “Crowley, please. The books”

“ANSWER THE QUESTION”

Smoke was curling out of red hair. You could not remember ever seeing anyone. Or anything. So angry.

“Crowley, no!” You shouted. “I’m sorry, it was me! Don’t..”

“QUIET”

You gasped as his head turned to you. His eyes were all yellow and slightly glowing. Only a thin black line split the middle.

“Crowley, now don’t yell at the young lady.”

This seems to calm him down. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He even loosed his grip on Aziraphales coat but did not let go.

You held your breath. All was quiet.

Then, a tiny growl vibrated the room.

“Angel. You are my friend. So I will not destroy you. Never ever touch what is mine again.”

“She is not yours.”

You wanted to shout at him. ‘Aziraphale, what are you doing?’

“What?” The temperature of the room started to rise.

“You should ask what she wants” You did not know how Aziraphale had been so calm this whole time. There was a demon two seconds from burning the city down, still holding onto his lapels.

“I know what she wants,” Crowley growled.

“Let’s ask anyways. Please, Crowley. For me”

Crowley narrowed his eyes. It was silent for what seemed like an eternity. Then, by some miracle, Crowley let go of Aziraphale and stepped back.

“Thank you, my dear,” Aziraphale said as he dusted off the front of his jacket.

You took a breath. Everything was all right.

Or so you thought before seeing Crowley turn toward you. He takes three big steps and is now standing in front of you. All you could do was look straight up into his glowing eyes.

“Well?”

You gulped. “Umm..umm...I didn’t mean..”

“Didn’t mean to get caught?”

“No! That’s not what I meant!”

“Hmm, and what did you mean?”

“Umm”

Then you had an idea. You squeezed your eyes shut and thought of your feelings toward Aziraphale. Your crush and how his touch was cool and how you liked the smell of vanilla.

You opened your eyes to Crowley frowning and Aziraphale beaming.

“See Crowley. I told you so. You should learn to share.”

Crowley was silent for a while, just staring at you. Then slowly, slowly, his frown turned into a smirk.

“Share?”

“ I do believe that is a far compromise, don’t you, dear?” Aziraphale said from behind Crowley.

Sharing might be the best of both worlds, you think. You loved Crowley, but then you could also spend time with Aziraphale.

“Hmm, I guess there’s only one way to find out” Crowley leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. Lifting you off the couch and depositing you onto the rug.

He slotted a knee between your legs and a hand behind your head. Finally, bringing his lips to yours. Like before, the heat that burned inside Crowley warmed you to the core. He sticks his tongue past your lips and traces your teeth. The only thing you could do was moan.

Suddenly, Crowley began to shift off of you. A low growl resonates from deep within him.

“I’m sorry dear, but you’re hogging all the fun,” Aziraphale said as he continued to push Crowley off you.

Crowley growled again but shifted to your side and started sucking a bruise on your neck.

“Now, what do you say to getting some of these clothes off” Aziraphale's hands move from their place on your thighs to work under your shirt slowly. His chilled hands replaced the heat that Crowley left.

Before Aziraphale could make any progress declothing you, Crowley raised a hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, on one side, you get heated to a million degrees, and the other broke out in goosebumps.

“Oh, you're no fun,” Aziraphale said with a frown, but you could feel Crowley laugh into your neck.

Aziraphale huffed slightly but then lowered his lips to your navel. He proceeded to place small kisses down your stomach and across your thighs. He placed each hand on a knee and spread them apart.

“Gorgeous,” Aziraphale said as he kissed your thigh, heading to your lips.

Crowley stopped his assault on your neck to raise his head. “You will not cum”

Everybody froze. You could feel Aziraphale’s breath an inch from your center. “Crowley, be fair.”

“No. I may have agreed to share, but if she knows what’s best for her, she will know that only I will have the pleasure of making her cum.”

You turn your head to look into Crowley’s eyes. You wanted to see if he could really be serious. Surely he doesn’t think you could control yourself with both of them focusing on you. Crowley’s eyes were still slightly glowing, the yellow glow throwing shadows across his face. But after looking into his eyes, you knew he was telling the truth. You open your mouth to at least try to beg for his understanding, but before you can get anything out.

“Oh, Crowley, again, you are no fun,” Aziraphale said, but Crowley’s rule didn’t seem to faze him because he took the next moment to lick a stripe from the bottom of your pussy to your clit.

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned.

“She’ll do it if she knows what’s best for her,” Crowley said before taking your earlobe between his teeth and nibbling. One of his hands comes up to pinch your nipple. At the same time, Aziraphale decides to suck your clit.

A firework show was lightning up behind your eyelids as two supernatural beings ravished your body.

Crowley shifts his position beside you to take your nipple between his teeth. One of your hands is tied up in his short red hair while the other is between your legs, knuckle deep in Aziraphale’s cloud-white curls. A deep knot was forming within you as Aziraphales tongue encircled your clit. A hand leaves your knee and inserts a single finger in your pussy. It was just enough to fill the void but not enough to give you enough pleasure. His attention doesn’t leave your clit as he slowly curls his finger within you. You must bite your lip to stop a scream as you flex your back off the floor.

Crowley lifted himself from your chest. “That won’t do. You know the rules. Let us hear you.”

You didn’t even have time to nod before Aziraphale inserted a second finger.

“Oh god,” You shout as he curls his fingers again.

Crowley chuckles at your side, and even Aziraphale lifts his head to say, “Please, dear, language.”

One of Crowley’s hands goes to your hair to pull it to the side to expose more of your neck.

Aziraphale's fingers started to speed up within you. Each time curling and pressing up on the walls of your pussy.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the pressure inside you builds. A tear rolls down your cheek as you try to hold back. Crowley’s command not to cum is still fresh on your mind. On a particularly hard suck of your clit from Aziraphales lips, you shout, “Please!”

However, neither stops his assault at your outburst. Aziraphale’s fingers slowly bring you closer and closer to release.

“Please, please, I can’t …” You don’t know how Crowley could have expected you to be able to hold back. “Please stop. I’m gonna…”

If anything, Azirphale's efforts doubled as you neared closer to an orgasm.

You couldn’t take it. There was no way you could stop yourself if Aziraphale continued to lap at your clit. You try to pull him off you with the hand tangled in his hair, but no matter how hard you pull, he wouldn’t move his mouth away. You gasp as he inserts another finger. But there was no way you were going to disappoint Crowley.

You bend your knee to get a foot on Aziraphales's shoulder. With all your might, you push with your legs and kick him away. Finally, he is forced back. You gasp and heave as the cold air hits the wetness of your pussy. Crowley leaves one last kiss on your neck as he, too, sits back to look at you. Tears were rolling down both cheeks in an effort to stop your orgasm, and your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Such a good girl,” Crowley said with a toothy grin.

“I can’t argue with that,” Aziraphale said with a smile. “Although I did try my best.”

“She knows who she belongs to. Now for her reward.” Crowley’s hands went to your hips to pull you on top of him as he rolled to his back. With a snap of his fingers, his black clothes were banished to some other realm.

“Oh, goodness, did you really have to do me as well?” Aziraphale said from behind you.

“Just saving time, Angel. You’ll thank me later.”

“If that coat is changed by one thread…”

“Relax, I know. It’s folded on the chair behind you” You could not believe how calm both sounded as you still could not catch your breath.

Crowley put you onto his lap and moved till he was leaning back on the side of the couch. “Now, for being such a good girl, you may cum as many times as you would like.”

Crowley lifted you by your hips and set you back down on his dick. You threw your head back with pleasure as he filled you up deeper than Aziraphales fingers ever could. He used his hands to lift you back up and quickly pull you back down. You put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to hold yourself up.

You were so worked up from Aziraphale's mouth that it didn’t take long before you were cumming on Crowley’s cock. Crowley held you down as you clenched and squirmed through your orgasm.

But he didn’t let you rest long because as soon as your breathing settled, he again used the hands on your hips to guide you up and down again  

“Beautiful. Although Crowley, I do believe we agreed to share.” Aziraphale said from behind you.

“I’m only using one hole, Angel. You're free to use another.”

Aziraphale hummed as he stood up and walked to stand next to you. He used one hand to cup the back of your head and turn it up so he could see your face.

“My, what a sight”

You could only imagine how desperate you must look. Fresh off an orgasm and slowly being led to another. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as you stared up into deep blue eyes.

“Can you show me what that mouth can do?”

Ugh, somehow, the fact that Aziraphale could be so composed and polite with his cock an inch from your face was a turn on. Immediately you nodded your head.

One hand left Crowley’s shoulder to grab the base of Aziraphale’s cock as you guided it into your mouth. You hollow your cheeks as your tongue circles the head. Aziraphale’s moan might have been the hottest thing you’ve ever heard until Crowley growled again.

“Never forget who you belong to,” He said as he moved a thumb to your over-sensitive clit. “You are mine.”

All you could do was shiver and nod your head with Aziraphales's cock still in your mouth. You bobbed your head farther and farther down his cock till the head hit the back of your throat. Again Aziraphale moaned and used his hand on the back of your head to keep it there. At your first choke for breath, he pulled you off. Your mouth stayed open, and a few strands of spit still connecting you to his cock as you again stared into his eyes.

“Oh, Crowley, you truly have found perfection.”

“I know”

Aziraphale brought you back to his cock and let you set the pace. You get as much of it into your mouth as possible before pulling back out.

The three of you stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity. Crowley lifting your hips up and down on his cock while you bobbed your head on Aziraphales.

Then Crowley’s thumb returned to your clit and started rubbing circles there. You could feel the tension building up inside you again. You hollowed your cheeks on Aziraphales cock again, determined not to let up, no matter how hard Crowley tried to distract you.

“Good girl,” they both said at the same time.

Hearing it from both of them made you moan, and the vibrations on Aziraphales cock made him pull you in until a bush of white curls tickled your nose.

“Good Lord,” he said as he finished down your throat. After his cock was done twitching in your mouth, he pulled you off and took a step back.

“My my…driving an Angel to blasphemy. I knew you were my girl. Now let’s give her her reward, shall we.”

Crowley begins snapping his hips up into you, driving his cock deep into your pussy. At the same time, using his thumb to tease your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure as the knot in your core released all at once. As you spasmed on his cock, Crowley finishes within you.

You slump forward onto his chest as you come down from your high.

“There’s a good girl. So good for me.”

“So good for us,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley snapped his fingers, and the scent of smoke filled the room as he summons a blanket. He wraps it around you and lays you down on the floor. You heard another snap, but this time smelled vanilla as the rug became much softer to cradle your exhausted body. Crowley laid on his back and guided you to put your head on his shoulder. Aziraphale then came up behind you to hug you to his chest. It didn’t seem to bother them that they were touching as long as they both got to be in contact with you.

“You can rest now. We’ve got you.” Aziraphale whispered into your ear.

You took a deep breath and smiled before drifting off to a peaceful sleep.