Vibrators:

Vibrators:

A vibrator on their tip, the vibrations running down their cock.

Vibrators on their pretty nipples, nowhere else. They beg to be touched more. 😔

Vibrator in their ass right against their prostate. They feel so full, and the pleasure is so overwhelming, but so good.

Bonus:

I LOVE CUMMING IN PANTS

You guys decided to have a lovely walk, it's so pretty today. You put your hand in your pocket and feel the remote. You press once. They instantly stiffen up next to you, stopping in their tracks. They look at you with the most pretty pleading eyes. Not wanting anybody who could walk by hear, at least that's what they tell you.

(That's all I have at the moment, I know I suck 😕)

— sweetly spoiled | sub choi soobin

tags: rich reader x sugarbaby+broke soobin, financial dominance, gn reader, this was super fluffy until the end, porn with feelings, anal sex (can be interpreted as pegging), overstimulation, window sex, cum eating, hair pulling

not proofread 😭

you’re a hardworking rags to riches, new money type of billionaire. it started from taking over a failing business to investing into real estate and now a multibillion franchise. through sheer hardwork, will and a keen eye, you were one of the youngest billionaires in the world. you were rich beyond belief, rich but lonely. suffering from the many losses of your family members wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t as if you could make genuine friends in this industry.

meeting him was a total coincidence, you were picking up some late night snacks at a convenience store- just because you’re rich now doesn’t mean you forgot your roots, the convenience store was quick and cheap after all. there you spotted him, tall yet nervous at the cashier, fumbling in his pocket for money to pay for the ramen cup. money which he seems to not have, he sighed, about to return the item before you stepped in to buy it for him. financial dominance at its best, really. when you glanced his direction, met with his shocked face, the first thing you noticed was how seriously cute he was, a man that was 100% your type. wide bunny eyes with pretty pink lips, when he beamed a smile at your kind action, you felt your heart flutter. but that was all it was, a random encounter with a very pretty stranger. he thanked you and you waved him off, the two of you parting ways.

☆★☆

and to be honest, he didn’t come up on your mind that much after, you were a busy business person after all. hours of paperwork and meetings filled your mind as the weeks passed. but one day, your assistant called in sick, and you felt maybe that was your sign to take a rest for the day too. but left alone in your penthouse apartment seemed to only perpetuate how spacious your living space really was. even your personal butler had taken a vacation. so huge, alone, isolated and quiet. when the ticking of the clock was too much, you decided to take a walk to escape the mundanity of your solitude. but he caught your eye again, wearing plain clothing and crouched next to the door of a cafe? you approached him, curious. the sudden shade made him glance up, his eyes instantly lighting up in recognition.

“oh! it’s you!”

he seemed happy to see you, and you instinctively smiled along too.

“what are you doing here?”

he seemed sheepish at the question, craning his head and shaking his hair with an exasperated gasp. it was cute, he was cute.

“i just got fired from the cafe.”

it was such an unexpected and ridiculous answer, you heard yourself snicker. he was embarrassed, lips pouted.

“how?”

“i let a few stray cats and dogs in.”

you snicker again, he instantly shot up to defend himself. reminding you how tall he was.

“it was raining!”

the two of you end up talking, and you invite him to another cafe to chat. of course you paid for everything, you insisted. he was shy at first, very thankful and grateful for your hospitality. what an obedient and well-mannered boy. eventually, through more talking and prodding, he opened up. he was called soobin, and soobin’s adorable looks matched his personality. he was endearing in every way that word could mean. he ranted about his university and disastrous job history, and he really really had a penchant for being broke. seriously, how was it possible for someone to be this financially unfortunate? every time he tried to earn a living, something prevented him, like god’s divine will if you were religious. first job at a restaurant? broke 20 plates in one go. second job as a waiter? the restaurant got struck by lighting and went bankrupt. the list goes on.

when he finished, he was sheepish again at your shocked face, sipping on his mocha awkwardly. you pitied him, honestly, you could tell he was innocent to the qualms of the world, and you really wanted to take him under your wing…

except, what was stopping you?

“uh… sorry for ranting. i normally don’t talk this much.”

he meekly commented, suddenly all shy, back to a very introverted mumble. you just shook your head at him.

“i’m listening to you willingly, aren’t i?”

your tone was stern, he instinctively straightened his back as if preparing for you to reveal something big to him, maybe you were going to shoo him away? you took a moment to stare at him, observing his features. looking at him closer just made him so much more attractive, and you could listen to him talk for hours, even if he didn’t talk. just his presence had soothed you of all your troubles.

“soobin, do you want to be my sugar baby?”

he blinked at you. and you thought you would have to explain the concept to him until his face darkened a deep red, fingers fiddling together. maybe he wasn’t as innocent as you thought he was, maybe you should’ve expected it, but it only made your desire arouse more. there was a moment of silence as you let him contemplate the choice.

“so?”

you break his train of thoughts, and he jolts up, shoulders tightly bunched together as his wide bunny-like eyes lowers. he whispers something you couldn’t hear.

“……that.”

“use your voice, soobin.”

“does that mean we do that?”

slightly taken aback by his question, so that was what he was thinking. he was secretly a pervert, wasn’t he? you grin at him, leaning forward.

“someone’s getting his hopes up, isn’t he?”

to your surprise again, he nods obediently, and your grin widened. being alone wasn’t so bad after all.

☆★☆

it took him awhile to get used to the sugar-baby lifestyle. and for some reason, he was more endearing after becoming your sugar-baby. despite how broke he was, he really wasn’t the type to thirst for money. even being awful at receiving gifts sometimes. he had already been so thankful at you covering his living costs, so anything extra made him jittery and blush, profusely thanking you. not to mention, sex with soobin was beyond wonderful, he was just as obedient in bed as he was in his daily life. you found out later he gave his virginity to you, and that honestly made you turned on and ready for 10 more rounds.

you learned more about soobin’s hobbies too, and one thing you note is how much of a nerd he was. when you give him a very hefty and large allowance, he mostly uses the money for games, mangas and anime subscriptions. even though you insist many times that you give him enough money to buy all of that and way more. he seems to be more than satisfied with just those items.

gradually though, he really takes over your life with his presence, and it was only more apparent when he moved into your penthouse apartment. (even though you offered him a separate apartment, you learned he was a rather clingy person) you found yourself buying more shelves to display his manga collections, catching up to his favourite animes when you have time so you guys can watch together on movie night. he’s an introvert to the core, so he often prefers to stay in the penthouse rather than go out. not that you mind, it was nice to spend the night cuddling with him after long day at work, plus you dote on him extensively, if soobin wanted to stay in, you were going to let him stay in.

and you didn’t know life could get this happy until you entered to the smell of freshly baked goods, a smiling soobin poking his head out from the kitchen. god, who needs michelin star chefs when you have a cute bunny boy? and damn was it was the best cinnamon roll you’ve ever had in your entire existence.

eventually, your work finds out about soobin too, it first manifested in drifting rumors of a mysterious partner you had. then it became plain obvious when you straight-up brought soobin to your office one day. it was a bizzare sight, a man dressed in a hoodie sitting in a room full of men and women in suits. he mentioned he was curious about your work, and next thing he knew, he was in your limousine driving to the high skyrise building.

another time you brought him to those socialite parties, which was really just a fancy name for ‘rich people getting drunk asf’. he was so adorable, muttering to you about how nervous he was as you adjust his bowtie. he wore a grey asymmetrical suit jacket, you had it tailor made for him. you would hold him by the waist and kiss his worries away, reassuring him. and just as you thought, it went great. though soobin wasn’t talkative at all, just smiling beside you as you’re approached by another acquaintance. you two had fun though, you would snake your hand around his waist and whisper to him while gesturing to another rich nepo baby.

“and that one over there, that blonde hair? oh yeah, definitely a wig.”

“stop- that’s mean!”

but he was giggling with you, his eyes creasing into sweet crescent moons. the night passed smoothly, and the two of you retreat back to the penthouse apartment again. there you sat on the bed, freshly showered. soobin comes out from his shower as well, wrapped in a towel. he seemed embarrassed again, at how scantily dressed he was.

“stop hiding yourself, i’ve literally seen you naked soobin.”

“nope, who knows when you’re going to get horny and attack me.”

he shook his head teasingly, his wet hair tousling around. you raise an eyebrow, standing up to walk to him and he instantly starts laughing and apologising while backing away, knowing that once you take action you weren’t going to stop.

“hey i was joking!! i was jokin- AHHH!!”

you go for his hips where he was the most ticklish, and it didn’t take a lot of wrestling until he was under you, huffing and giggly. cheeks red, puffy eyes beautifully curved with his smile, his dimples in full show. touching your knee was something hard, as well, and you smirk at him.

“and i’m the horny one?”

with just the right amount of teasing and edging, you get him squirming and moaning, begging softly for you to touch him more. you haul him up, and he seems to wake up from his submissive daze when he realises you brought him right up to the massive windows of the penthouse. naked and exposed, leg spread embarrassingly far apart as you make him bend over- using the glass as support.

“w-what if people see.”

“let them.”

you whisper in his ear and he visibly shivers. you thumb at his lubed pink hole, dipping in and then dipping out, he becomes more and more desperate with each passing second. when it was clear you were going to keep playing with his rim, he softly whines, glancing behind him to look at you. bunny eyes wide and pleading.

“use your words soobin.”

“mmm… please.”

“continue.”

he gulps, nervous. he was so turned on he felt like he could come with any type of friction.

“spoil me please.”

oh, and you were going to spoil him alright. he was your pretty prince and you would genuinely buy him the earth if he wanted to. hurray to capitalism and this pretty boy. you kiss his nape as you insert a finger. he squirms and clenches his thighs, trying his hardest to hold it in because you hadn’t given him permission yet.

you insert another finger and begin to pump them in and out, purposefully hitting his prostate to push him over the edge. he comes without a warning and he sputters, his thighs trembling.

“s-sorry! sorry! i didnt mean to! im sorry!”

he begs profusely, legs still feeling the aftershocks of his orgasm. but you weren’t done with him just yet, he chokes down his words when you continue to finger his prostate, overstimulating him and making him squeal out in both pain and pleasure. he comes again, very close to the first one, and the white substance spurts onto the window.

“messy baby, you’re making so much trouble for the cleaners. bend down and clean that.”

he knew very well that you had cleaners who wouldn’t even blink an eye when wiping cum off the window. but he obeys as he always has. his weak legs was going to give up on him anyways, so he bent down kneeling on all fours, ass in the air as he awkwardly licked the salty cum off the window. doesn’t mean the work was over for you though, because you join him, aligning your length with his hole as you push into him. he moans loud at the sudden intrusion, arms giving up on him as he slips down on the floor, perking his ass up further.

“did i tell you to stop? keep going.”

he whines, trying to support himself but failing, so you give him a helping hand, your hand gripping the back of his hair and you pull his head back until he’s craning his neck. you swipe a finger at the remaining cum, bringing it to his mouth, feeding it to him, making him swallow.

the whole process was so arousing, it only took a few more thrusts until he was coming again. this time though, the overstimulation was too much and soon enough he was sobbing and crying. you chuckle, he was such a baby, but maybe it was your fault for spoiling him so much. you gently embrace him, thrusting into him softly until you orgasmed as well.

you pull out and coo at him. his body trembling and spasming. you use a wet towel to wipe down the both of you, until he refused you movement by hugging you tightly. it takes a moment to get back to bed, especially with an oversized koala clinging to you. but the two of you flop down, and you take the moment to caress his face. he was sleepy, but registered your soft touches with a satisfied smile.

“want to go shopping tomorrow?”

he hums, shuffling closer to you until his face was in the crook of your neck.

“mm i just want to stay in.”

you snicker. and you have never felt so much warmth in your heart.

QUIET

-> pairing: sub han jisung x dom gn reader (ft. chan, minho, changbin, and hyunjin)

-> word count: 500+

-> synopsis: you’re watching a movie with the other members, and jisung won’t keep quiet

-> tw: exhibitionism (has been previously discussed with other members), begging, use of ‘noona’ once, sort of edging, handjob, sort of implied orgy at the end, han is called ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘good boy’

“Shhh you wouldn’t want the others to hear what a whore you are, would you hannie?” You teasingly whisper into your boyfriends ear as he starts to whimper, your gentle touches riling him up. The three maknaes had fallen asleep on the couch furthest away, leaving Chan, Changbin, Minho and Hyunjin on the one next to the pair of you. They were hooked in whatever movie was playing, it looked like a horror judging by Hyunjin’s dramatic screams every time there was a jumpscare.

You hadn’t been paying attention, spending the first half of the movie running your hand over Jisung’s thighs and chest, refusing to go anywhere near his throbbing dick. Han continued to squirm next to you, your touches concealed by the thick blanket you were sharing. Your head rested on his shoulder, and apart from his occasional whimpers or fucked out facial expressions, you were undetectable.

“Please, please y/n, please I can’t.” He begged in a low whisper, so quiet you almost couldn’t hear. You smirked, looking up at his pinched face, a small bead of sweat dribbling down his forehead.

“Please what, baby?” You replied, teasing him further. “Do you want me to touch you properly?” He nodded eagerly, eyebrows furrowing and his eyes squeezing shut. “Words hannie.”

“Please touch my dick, noona.” He panted, hot breath against your neck.

You dragged your finger up his cock, stopping at his leaking tip. You heard Han’s breath hitch as you gently began to rub, then moving your hand up and down his length.

It wasn’t long before he was bucking into your wrist, already so close to coming. You pulled away as you felt him get close, noticing the concerned glances you were receiving from the other members. He whined a little too loudly as he thrust his hips into the blanket, trying to gain any friction at all, whilst you stared awkwardly at Chan who had decided to turn to see what was going on right at that moment.

It was then that you decided to continue teasing him, relishing in his moans, each growing higher in volume. There was no doubt that everybody awake had heard him now and it only had him thrusting into your hand faster.

When Chan saw Jisung’s face, paired with what he had been hearing, there was little left to his imagination as to what had been going on. He gently patted Changbin’s shoulder, getting him to turn and look too and it only turned your boyfriend on more to see his friends watch him. Like dominoes, the rest of the hyung line found themselves being alerted, and with a playful smirk they all stared at their dongsaeng.

“Look at you being a desperate slut for y/n.” Minho was the first to say, paired with a shit-eating grin. Han let out a shameless moan at his hyung’s words, getting closer by the second, his body searing with embarrassment.

“Fuck.” He panted, “y/n pl-please let me come.” He whimpered, burying his face in your shoulder, ears impossibly red.

In the corner of your eye, you could see at least two of the members with a hand down their pants, watching intently as Han chased his orgasm.

“You can come.” You whispered, your free hand playing with his hair as your boyfriend came on the sofa with a long groan.

“Good boy.” You heard Minho mumble as he got up to crouch in front of Jisung’s flushed face, prodding at his slightly parted lips and slipping his long fingers into his mouth. Jisung gently sucked as Minho’s fingertips teased the back of his throat, making him gag. He looked at Jisung’s embarrassed face closely before asking, “Now that you’ve finished being such a dirty whore, are you going to help the rest of us?”

this is the first time I’ve posted something written by me so please feel free to leave feedback- I’d love to hear it :)

a/n: my answer to the which member can deep throat your strap the best. it’s chan. the answer is always chan. afab!reader. <1k. smut - minors DNI.

that chan loved being pegged wasn’t exactly a secret - it was written all over his face, his body language and his stature and the way he held himself. he knew what he wanted and was never afraid to ask you for it when he needed it.

that he was asking you to gag him on your strap, though? that came as a bit of a shock.

he had gotten down on his knees in front of you, kissing your thigh and asking with his eyes peeking through his lashes, making it impossible to say no. not that you would have, when even the idea of him choking on your cock was enough to send you into a dizzy spiral.

leaving him kneeling on the floor while you undress and hook the strap up to your hips was so hard. his eyes followed you out of the room, already hazy in submission as he waited so patiently for you. he was nothing if not a good boy, knowing his instructions even though you hadn’t said anything to him.

when you get back, wearing just your bra and panties and the strap, he’s kneeling in the same place, shifting back and forth like he can’t help himself. there’s a growing bulge in his pants that he ignores, knowing that he won’t get what he wants if he touches himself without asking.

he’s biting at his bottom lip, and when you finally approach him and cup his face gently in your hand he relaxes his mouth. his lips are reddened and wet, plump and already so wrecked - he looks divine like this.

“hungry?” you tease him, and he nods and nuzzles his cheek into your hand, his eyes fluttering back and forth between your face and the dildo that’s so close to his mouth. you let him have that one moment of comfort before you tighten your grip on his chin, thumb digging into the flesh of his cheek. “open.”

it’s a simple order, and he follows it beautifully. he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as he makes a noise of excitement. his mouth is so wet, drool pooling up with every passing second that he keeps it open. you rest the tip of your strap on his tongue and he immediately closes his lips around it, suckling at it while he looks up at you.

only he could make this look so innocent.

you push in a bit further, feeling when he starts to tense up a bit. you move your hand to his hair, scratching at his scalp a bit to relax him, and your cock slides into his throat with little to no resistance. his eyes flutter closed as he swallows around you.

you pop out of his mouth, keeping your grip on his hair when he tries to follow you.

“my good boy,” you coo at him and he blushes under your attention, redness creeping up from his neck to his ears. “made for this, weren’t you?”

“yes,” he rasps out, clearing his throat a bit.

you’re a little breathless just from watching him. even though you felt none of the sensation, the way he looked under you was absolutely mesmerizing. you wish you could immortalize him like this, pliant on his knees with his swollen, red lips, just for you.

he shuffles his body closer to yours, slotting himself between your legs so his crotch was pressed up against your ankle. he looks up at you again, a silent question in his eyes.

“go ahead, baby,” you tell him, and without missing a beat he’s grinding against your leg and choking himself on your strap again. his hands wander up your legs until they’re secured behind your thighs, keeping you pressed to him as he chases his release.

crystalline tears were forming under his lashes, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he would look like with mascara and eyeliner trailing down his cheeks.

another time.

you push a little farther into his mouth, and he gurgles around your cock, sending pangs of went through your entire body.

“god, you’re such a slut,” you pant out, just as affected as you would be if he has his lips wrapped around your clit. he looks up at you with wide, wet eyes, and you can see his throat spasm around the silicone as he digs his fingers further into your thighs.

he rocks his body against your foot, pushing himself further into your cock just so he could get off and it’s so sexy. he comes almost too quickly, spasming against you as he makes noises around you, muffled and indistinct.

he backs off and coughs, catching his breath before diving in for more and you can’t help yourself from falling to your knees in front of him before he could.

when you kiss him it’s a wet affair, strings of his spit connecting your lips together and it’s downright filthy but you don’t really care.

“you’re so good,” you mumble against his lips between kisses, petting every inch of him that you could reach. “you’re such a good boy, oh my god, i love you.”

“love you too,” he whispers through his wrecked throat. you jot down a mental note to make him some tea, later.

RIMMING AGGH

No see now hear me out okay. Everyone thinks pegging is this rough, fast paced thing. Its not, its just like any other penetrative sex.

Blind date seungmins reactions to...not full on pegging, but a little...exploring when your giving him head

Okay anon. You've inspired me, and I'm not sure why my mind didn't end up here on its own.

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Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: ~1k

rating: explicit/18+ (contains anal play; m receiving rimming, fingering)

comments: more soft kinks for blind date universe Minnie/F!reader

this is the first part so...tbc @milknhoneyracha ( ‾́ ◡ ‾́ )

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The dark of the room is making it difficult to see, but you can hear him. He gets loud. He’s not quite as shy anymore when it comes to letting you know what he likes. But he had his moments

Seungmin thrusts his hips toward you, slides his leg up and pushes his thighs open more.

Soft, pleading whimpers fall sweetly on your ears. Hands reach, fingers find and grab at whatever he can. He just wants to touch you.

It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, and you spent all day yesterday cuddled with him on the couch, talking about your time apart. Clothes on, mostly. Tonight he’s all yours in a completely different way. You told him you’d take care of him, help him unwind, and that’s exactly what you’re doing—you push him deep into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. You gag on him, and he gives you a deep, drawn out groan.

He whispers something, and you see the shadow of a smile spread across his lips. His legs part a little more as you lower yourself further onto the bed, and one hand kneads gently into his sensitive thigh. You kiss him there and move your mouth closer to his hole—tight and pink and pretty like the rest of him. You’ve kept your hands off for a very long time, but whenever you get close like this (which is often, because you're down here a lot), you’re tempted more and more.

Before you make another move, though, you peek up at him. Seungmin is flat on his back and perfectly content with the slowness of your pace tonight. His soft little moans have you soaked, and it’s just a matter of time before he pleads for you to take a seat on his face.

The worst he can do now is say no, but something tells you he won’t. Something about everything the two of you have done in your short time together—though it’s been nearly a year of sharing this bed—makes you think your Minnie is open to anything you do that makes him feel good, and anything that makes you happy. He has been so far.

You push his thigh open more, stretch him out and, a little hesitantly, swipe your tongue across him. He tightens up, but there’s no sound of disapproval—no hand coming down to grab at you. Just a sweet, melodic moan.

Another sloppy, wet lick…slower, harder. You wrap your hand around him and stroke slowly. He whispers a fuck…baby just loud enough to hear, and then he’s quiet again. You wet your fingertip. The rest of your attention returns to his cock while your finger is left to explore with, luckily, no protest.

“Minnie…” You say softly, lips pressed into his thigh, “pup?”

”Hmmmm?” He lets it out in a long, breathy moan that sends a chill up your body.

“Remember, a long time ago, I told you that you could give me boundaries?”

“I do,” he giggles and bends his knees, spreading himself open even more. “Mhm, I remember.”

“Good”

You take the invitation and put your mouth on him again, push your tongue in a little deeper.

“You’re such a tease,” he says, and looks down at you, but his face softens and he licks his lips when you—very slowly—push your middle finger in, just to the first knuckle.

“…a big tease, actually.”

You move it in quick, gentle circles as it’s pushed in further. Seungmin closes his eyes and smiles, and you need to give him more, so you suck him to the back of your throat and push your finger in completely. In and out. Up and down. He clenches around you and whines when you take your mouth off of him

“Is this a new feeling, Min?” You’re on your knees, stroking, gently fucking him with one finger. It doesn’t seem like much, and you can’t assume he’s never experimented with himself before—he’s so tight around you, though, you might have trouble with a second finger.

Mhm…he nods.

You feel him push down into your touch.

“Does it feel good?” You stretch him a little more, bend down to wet him again with your tongue.

“Very…good,” it comes out on his exhale and turns into moan, “yeah it’s good.” A roll of his hips stretches him even more around your knuckle. “More.”

It took him some effort to get his voice to stop shaking, so his request comes out husky and serious. You desperately wish the the lube was within reach, but you weren’t expecting this tonight. Instead you let a mouthful of spit fall onto him, pull out, then gently push a second in.

A quiet string of fuck fuck fuck follows.

“Is it too much, pup?” Very slowly, you pull back out.

“Maybe…sorry.”

“Minnie baby, you’re doing so good.” A few kisses on his stomach gets another giggle out of him. “I shouldn’t be doing this without some help anyway.”

Seungmin drops his legs when you crawl to his side and dig in the drawer next to the bed.

“But we don’t have to do anymore if you don’t want to.”

“No I want to,” he reaches a hand out and grabs your thigh. You can see him better from here; his bottom lip is a deep red from biting and licking it, cheeks are flushed, the hair around his temples is damp with sweat. “I…uhm,” he smiles shyly and rubs his face with his other hand.

Just looking down at him from here—at his sweet, innocent face, makes you want to try again. Nothing gets you off like making him scream with pleasure.

“Yes, sweetie?”

Then he smiles wider. His eyes sparkle in the dark. “I like the tongue.”

“Mmm, you want my tongue, yeah?”

Seungmin nods, cups his cheek. He hooks his fingers around your underwear and tugs playfully. Mhm.

You pull out the bottle of lube you were looking for and crawl back down between his legs, "you like it when I lick your tight little asshole?”

He laughs, “yes, I like it...I like it.”

“Good…get on your knees.”

00:12

pairing: corrupted angel!felix x dom!human!reader

warnings: degradation and like really unhealthy dynamics idk what else i missed

imagine

angel felix, watching over you from the heavens, enamored with the idea of you, watching you break so many men with the least effort

angel felix who can't help but be jealous when you get into a relationship, the sinful things you do to the other man making his stomach flutter, making him wish it was him writhing under you, and the very tip of his wings lose their shine.

he watches you go through the relationship in deep envy of the other man, envy of whatever a mortal could have and he couldn't.

he finds himself unbelievably relieved when it ends, only to curse his relief when you stumble into a bar, marks of messily wiped tears on your face and lose yourself beyond the point of being slightly drunk.

angel felix who, a few minutes later, finds himself at the entrance of said bar, god's fear not being strong enough to fight his urges. he finds himself starting a conversation with you, not ignorant of the way your eyes run across his frame.

even without his wings, he looks too pure to be in a place like that, with a human like you, and yet he stays. he makes you trust him enough to tell him your reasons for being there, and that's when he makes the meek offer to 'help you forget'.

and you accept.

he's being pushed against your door and the next thing he knows he's spent the night with you using him to your liking, he doesn't care. all he cares is that you're deriving pleasure out of it. he's being of use to you.

when he looks at his reflection the next day, covered in marks, bruises and scratches, the bottom of his pearl white wings has turned black. he doesn't care.

he doesn't care, when after a few days, he's back in the same apartment with you yanking his head back by his hair, tears threatening to spill over.

"a whore, aren't you lixie? my little whore. so ruined, for whom?" you ask him with a hard thrust and a tear falls down the red, freckled curve of his cheekbone.

"f-for you."

he doesn't care, because its all so good. so wrong, but so good. so sinful its taking him farther from his god, or maybe, he was wrong all along.

you are his god.

and he will make himself worthy of you.

he decorates his body with the filthiest words ever, black ink contrasting against pale skin, the most obvious words like 'slut' and 'dirty thing' standing out amongst other things you had said to him with his occasional remarks like 'pinch here' or 'to hit'.

the reflection staring back at him isn't an angel's, that's not what he is anymore, his once entirely white wings, are now almost entirely black, only a few white feathers remaining. like always, he doesn't care. he thinks it makes him more beautiful. the reflection isn't an angel's.

it's his.

you come home to the boy tied to your bed half naked with all sorts of things written on him, how he managed to get himself like that isn't least of your concerns when he looks so pretty looking up with half lidded eyes, begging you to devour him.

"god, felix what is this?" the smiles at the irony of your first word being god.

your fingers glides across the black rope on his wrists and he shivers underneath. "filthy. not like i could expect anything better of you, i hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, angel," you lean down to his face, "because you're not getting away with this."

"i wouldn't want to."

and in the aftermath, he lies beside you, cut, hurt, bruised,

loved.

because you're beside him. pleased. and that's all he cares about.