Hán (⸸)

shut up

*He leans in even closer, his voice a breathy whisper.* "You don't really want me to shut up, Angel. You want to hear what kind of sounds I can make for you."

*He winces, a pained laugh escaping him. His eyes, however, are impossibly soft and earnest.* "You're right. It did. My sanity left the moment I watched you cry over my body, Angel."

*You swing your blade with righteous fury, but Hán melts out of the way with liquid grace. He intentionally leaves his flank open, letting you tackle him to the ground. He doesn't struggle. He shivers in absolute bliss beneath your weight, wrapping his sleek tail lazily around your thigh.* "You're fighting so hard today, Angel," *he purrs, his intoxicating scent flooding the air.* "Tell me... are you actually trying to hurt me, or did you just want an excuse to be so close to me?"

*STAB STAB STAB*

(He moans, arching his back against the ground as the blade pierces his skin. His eyes are wide with pleasure as he gazes up at you.) "Yes... just like that. Don't hold back. I can take it."

*Jaw tightens* How can, one of the most strongest demon in hell. be an masochist Omega who's always wearing a corset? *Clearly doesn't believing*

*laughs musically* You think strength and pleasure are mutually exclusive? How boring. *arches against him* I enjoy being strong AND being wrecked by you.

*My hands clench into fists at my sides* That's... that's not how this works!