Ooh boy here we go
I Am Just Playing House, No Idea What I'm Doing Now | Abel x Reader
Warnings: šsmut (yall already know), porn with ALOT of plot, unhealthy jealousy, fighting turned fucking, slight biting/marking, hickies, bruising from uh..grip? Thigh bruises ya know, fucking like you need to prove something, consent check, crying during sex, not proofread bc i sold my soul to finish this, also prolly a touch cringe(like my other stuff but oh well, you've been warned)
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It had started small enough. Just little things here and there. Abel KNEW that people loved to be around you. Hell anyone would be crazy not to. You were like a ray of direct sunlight to any room that you entered. So he really shouldn't be surprised that many of the other angels were vying for your attention. Wanting to hang out and make plans with you. It didn't bother him, not at first.
You just had a lot of friends, you LIKED hanging out with people, spending time with them. You never blew off plans to hang out with someone else, you were thoughtful and considerate, carefully planning times to hang out so people wouldn't feel left out. This meant that your schedule was ALWAYS packed, but somehow you made it work.
But...there seemed to be something that you were always oblivious to, and that was the other angels flirting with you. Abel did not have much room to talk in that regard, sometimes thinking it impossible that anyone would WANT to flirt with him of all people. But you...never saw it. Abel had tried for MONTHS. Making the times you spent together as romantic as he could conjure up. Movie nights, dinners, late night conversations, but...to no avail. You just did not register it. You saw it as friendly hangouts. Completely going over your head it seemed.
It took Abel just blurting out that he wanted to be official with you that got through to you, him sweating and fretting the whole time. A random movie night on the couch that marked that start of your relationship. Something that still makes him smile uncontrollably when he thinks of it.
What was frustrating was that Abel wasn't the only one who was interested in you in that light. He liked to think of himself as pretty passive, secure, knowing that the two of you were pretty open about being exclusive. That didn't stop him from bristling anytime the other angels would openly flirt with you. Lacking tact, in his opinion, but he also could not blame you if you didn't see it that way.
At a meeting, Abel sat next to you as an angel poured everything they had into pick up lines and compliments, desperate. Abel set his jaw, his leg bouncing under the table to ground himself, but appearing outwardly calm. While inside he was more than annoyed.
"Your wings are just SO pretty" the angel crooned at you, you smiling politely at them.
"God they must take hours to preen, but it's definitely paying off."
You laughed softly, wings fluttering behind you.
"Aww, well thank you! I could give you some tips on my routine for them if you'd like."
Your voice was soft and genuine. The other angel smiled laciviously, brushing the feathers gingerly, but with definite intent. Abel chewed on his lip, fighting the urge to tell this angel NOT to fucking touch you.
"Well, if you EVER need someone to help with your wings, preening or..otherwise" they shot you a look, making Abel roll his eyes. "Just know that I would LOVE to help."
Your signature smile.
"Oh that's so kind of you, I will keep that in mind."
The other angel left, making sure to keep eye contact with you as you waved goodbye. Humming to yourself as you shuffled through your papers. Abel slouched against his chair shooting you a knowing look.
"What? Oh..was that-oh jesus"
you were exasperated. No one ever told you how to spot flirting. Thank god you had Abel. Over the course of your relationship, he had taken more of a protective role for you. Always letting you know when someone possibly had different intentions than you thought they did.
You put your head in your hands, sighing.
"Fuck, really? I thought they were asking about wing care tips!"
Abel hummed.
"I mean...technically they were? BUT...well-preening another angels wings is usually seen as.." he gestured vaguely, dropping his voice a bit. "Ya'know...intimate?"
Your face flushed in embarrassment.
"Goddammit, I thought I read that right"
you huffed, frustrated at missing that cue.
"Are you sure? I mean they seemed like they were just trying to be helpful?"
Abel adored that about you. You always saw the best in people. But it left you in a position that you could be hurt. He worried for you. Abel shook his head.
"I don't think so-I mean they were being pretty obvious about it, just a- well a gut feeling."
You leaned back against your chair.
"Man...I wish people would be upfront about stuff like that, it's..it's confusing, I just don't get it."
Abel nodded laughing.
"Trust me I know, s'not your fault though."
He breathed out, stretching his arms out in front of him. He wouldn't tell you, but the constant flirting from others had gone from annoying to frustrating VERY quickly. He never blamed you for it, you were naturally kind, it only made sense for people to want to know you more intimately. But having to witness it first hand, or hear about the things people said to you made his blood boil. He knew you would never cheat on him, that you were upfront and honest, but that didn't stop the constant worry. The fear. That one day someone would say the right thing and you would choose them. Everytime a hangout took a little too long or sounded, in his opinion, like a date, it made him sweat. Pace around your apartment, waiting for the door handle to turn.
He felt..well he felt guilty for wanting more of your time for himself. Not that you were neglecting him, you never would. But he WANTED to be selfish with you. As toxic as it sounded, he would spend every moment he could with you if he could, keep you for himself. Not that was practical, but he fantasized about it. Along with...other things.
Would be pretty difficult for someone to flirt with you if your neck was all marked up with hickies wouldn't it?
Thinking about it for too long made his collar feel hot, suffocating, especially in public. In private however...he could deal with it. Biting into the back of his hand, other palming himself over his robes as he whined. Whined for you to get back home. To hear him through the door. To touch him. It just...wasn't the same.
It was a night like this, technically midday when you had left to hang out with friends. You kissed him goodbye, leaving his wings flapping as you promised to be back in 3 hours at the latest. Promising him that you both would spend the night in together. As Abel waiting, pacing the apartment, longingly looking at the door anytime he heard a small sound. Only to be disappointed when it wasn't you. He huffed as he slumped against the couch. Fidgeting with his hands as his worry turned to fear. It had been 4 HOURS, what if something had happened? What if you were hurt? What if...
He heard his phone buzz. A text from you, thank god.
"Hey honey! i'm sorry i'm SO late! :( be home in half an hour, just got carried away catching up with everyone, love you so SO much!xx"
He groaned at his phone, setting it beside him softly. Setting his jaw in annoyance as his mind played through worst case scenarios. What did "getting carried away" entail? He had half a mind to not respond. You hadn't technically blew off your plans but... He sighed picking up his phone.
"Love you so so SO much too, Angel..miss you"
He grimaced at his phone. It was a poor imitation to talking to you in person. His chest ached. He missed you so much, that it hurt. Groaning in frustration as he paced around the apartment. Not really doing anything substantial. Just...trying to distract himself with something.
The half hour came and went.
Bordering on an hour when Abel finally heard the door click, rushing to pull you into a crushing hug before you had even fully entered the space.
"Whoa! Missed you too baby."
You chuckled, muffled against his chest. He pulled back just enough to look at you, almost forgetting his annoyance and frustration as he took you in. Almost.
"God you had me worried sick! I was just about to go out and look for you!"
His tone was even but it strained him to keep it so. Your expression changed, shoulders slumping a bit.
"I...god m'sorry Abel, I- just lost track of time is all.."
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he let go of you. You reached for him before taking your hand back.
"Who was it."
He wasn't looking at you, speaking quickly.
"What?"
"Who..were you with."
It wasn't a question. He wasn't asking. He NEEDED to know. You crossed your arms defensively.
"Why does it matter?" You toed at the carpet with your shoes. "M'back now...why does it matter?"
You sighed, tapping your foot.
"It was just..just some friends-we just lost track of time is all.."
Abel scoffed.
"And that was more important than letting ME know where you were?"
"It wasn't like that and you know it."
Your voice rose.
"I told you I lost track of time! We were all just catching up and time got away from us, that's IT!"
You turned from him.
"You DON'T get to accuse me just because you get...jealous."
Abel set his mouth in a line. He knew it was true, but it hurt to hear you say it too.
"Oh right, this is only a big deal because I'm jealous? Nothing-fuck-NOTHING to do with the fact that you came home late?"
"I texted you.."
"Texted me that you would be back, and you weren't."
Abel paced, uncomfortable with the confrontation.
"Listen I know you think I worry too much, I-I get that. I know that you like to hang out with your friends..but..you HAVE to understand"
He held your hand, you wouldn't look at him.
"When you tell me- when you say you're going to be home at a certain time, and then you don't come home? That scares me."
You exhaled through your nose.
"I...get that Abel..I'm sorry."
You pulled your hand away from him.
"But I'm not helpless either, I CAN handle myself, sometimes plans run longer than expected, and I DID text you."
You ran a hand through your hair.
"You HAVE to start trusting me, you know that I would never hurt you."
"I-know that- but.."
"So what do we do? How can I prove it to you?"
Now Abel wouldn't look at you, stammering as his face flushed.
You stepped closer to him, invading his space.
"Abel."
He looked at you and then looked away, whining low in his throat.
You cupped his face turning it to look at you. Enunciating your words slow.
"How can I prove it to you."
He let out a shaky breath. Chest rising and falling visibly as he tried to calm himself. He couldn't. He didn't want to. Leaning in to crash his lips against yours, wanting to steal your breath away too.
A hand on his chest. You stopped him. He let out a pathetic huff. You eyed him steadily.
"Tell me, what you want Abel."
He could have just picked you up, had you halfway to the bedroom, the couch, any relatively flat surface. But he didn't. You had this hold on him that made him forget how big he was compared to you.
So instead, he played the part he always played, pleading puppy eyes that begged you.
"You."
He swallowed thickly.
"Want people to..to know, right?"
He smiled sheepishly, heavy lidded eyes as he watched your lips.
"I...I can do that-make that happen...I-want to-if you..I-well..I just..I need to do..this."
You smiled at him, not breaking eye contact, making him fidget, waiting for the green light.
"Show me."
Your tone was light, if not slightly dismissive. Abel didn't care at this point, wasting no time in pushing you against the door, holding you there with his weight, a welcome feeling. You sighed as he nosed at your neck, tilting your head to allow him better access as he placed kiss after trembling kiss against it. His fingers gripped into your flesh, like he was scared you would disappear, like you were the only thing keeping him here. Sane.
You felt him against you, hard and unrelenting as he ground his hips against you pitifully, brainless. Instinct. Your breath caught, whining past your teeth as he latched onto your neck, inexperienced and messy. A sharp pain at the sudden suction. Dark mess of purple and blue blooming onto your skin when he pulled his mouth away, panting.
"Was that...is-is it okay if I-"
He couldn't finish his sentence, trailing off into a whine as he couldn't tear his eyes away from the mark. So fucking pretty against your skin. You nodded your head, fingers weaving into his soft hair, trying in vain to pull him closer. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breath heavy against your damp skin, soothing the ache.
A switch had been flipped, Abel grazing his teeth against your neck, the mark that he had given you. That you had LET him give you. Your legs felt weak, trembling against him as he kept you pinned. Held you steady against the wall, fingers digging into your hips through your robes, smarting as he clung onto you.
He was never like this. Always so..passive, soft. Methodical in the ways he would touch you, looking to you for approval all the way. He didn't take. Never. He wouldn't allow himself, no matter how much he thought about it.
A VERY welcome change as you felt your heart pulse dully though the marred skin, blood rushing. A smile on your lips,
"S'this..mmn..this all you got, huh?"
A choked sound from you as he roughly lifted you up against the door, your legs wrapped around his hips like second nature, wincing a bit as you felt him pressed firm against our core, no longer having your legs as a barrier between you at this angle. His hands gripping into the backs of your thighs, the door cold against your back through your robes.
"Don't..don't start with me.."
he breathed shakily into your skin. Knowing that if he didn't do this now, he wouldn't have the courage to. Bunching your robes up over your thighs. Tugging the fabric roughly. You let him. Equally curious and excited about just how far he would let himself go. Anticipation buzzing through your limbs. Abel eyed you as he supported you against the wall with one arm, eager but careful not to drop you either. Free hand clumsily weaving though the bunched fabric before reaching your clothed cunt.
Softly gasping as his fingers brushed against the growing damp patch. He looked at you, opening his mouth to speak before closing it, the genuine shock turning to a playful smile. You had half a mind to tease him for it, but rational thought had long been buried by endorphins and the exhaustion of being in a social setting. Maybe someday you would unpack why fighting with him had turned you on to an alnost worrying degree. But like always, that could wait. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck, breath ghosting against his lips before placing a quick peck against them, fingers pushing down his collar quickly. If THIS was on the table now, you were more than happy to work with it.
"Go on."
You whispered encouraging him. Before sealing your own lips against his neck, slow and languid. You felt him shiver, biting into his lip to keep himself quiet. He was still angry with you, an anger that was crumbling fast if he didn't act on it. A false sense of confidence as he returned to his task, quite literally, at hand. Fingers slipping past your underwear into the welcoming warmth of you that never left his mind. Your gasp muffled against his skin, an added sensation as you dragged your tongue against the newly formed mark, causing his hips to jerk against his own hand, and by extension, you as well. Door rattling behind you. Oh this was going to be fun.
"M'trying to..god fuck.."
his voice was hoarse, trying his best to be stern with you. Be angry or upset at you..but he just..couldn't. Straining painfully against his boxers, he just..he needed this, the closeness of being inside of you. You egged him on, biting softly into his neck, causing his grip to tighten against you as a whine seethed through his teeth.
"Alright. Fine."
He said removing his hand from you, your cunt fluttering around nothing. A little disappointed. Maybe you had gone a bit too far? He stepped back from the door, taking you with him as he walked to the couch.
"Tryna distract me. That your plan, hm?"
He set you down against the cushions, one arm pinning your shoulder against it. Meeting your gaze with steeled over resolve. It made your breath catch. Thighs clenched together. He noticed, glancing, before settling his attention back to your face. A knowing look. Exhaling through his nose. His jaw set.
"Can't even reprimand you now? Or are you going to answer me?"
Your body felt electric, brain fuzzy, saying something that you didn't care was cliche. Leaning in close to his face.
"Make. Me."
He whined low in his throat, a pained sound.
"Fine."
He said lowly, tugging his tights down, not even bothering to fully undress. He couldn't. Not now. Fingers trembling as he pulled you by your hips closer to him, your robe riding up against the couch. Breathing through parted lips. Watching him.
He spat into his hand, the other freeing his flushed cock from the confines of his boxers, avoiding your gaze. It felt..dirty. He knew he probably hadn't prepped you enough. He just..he wouldn't be TOO rough with you. He just needed this. He glanced at you as he coated himself in his own spit, not necessarily something he has done with a partner before. But hey, you make due.
He was already sensitive, ALWAYS got so sensitive so fast. Didn't matter.
You wiggled your hips impatiently, causing him to grip onto you to keep you still.
"Jesus, what do I need to tie you down or something?"
The look on your face made him avert his eyes again, sighing.
"I meant- god, of course you would- just...forget I said anything."
He lined himself up against you, testing the waters as he rubbed himself against your soaked cunt. Earning little mewls from you, that he swore he could feel up his spine.
He was sweating at this point, his nerves peeking through the cloudy haze he was in, making him overthink. Overshadowed by your hand on his, guiding him into you, slowly. Eyes never leaving his. Biting into his bottom lip as he felt the stretch over his tip, fighting to keep hinself from cumming just from that alone. The sounds that you made did not help him in that regard either. Soft and breathy as you urged him to sink deeper. You left your hand on his, a little reminder, an olive branch that eased his nerves.
He watched you react to him.
The openness that you showed to him and only him. That you didn't JUST allow this, that you wanted this. Wanted him.
He felt himself trembling, getting overwhelmed not only by physical sensations but waves of emotion.
You tapped his hand softly, bringing his attention back to you. Your flushed face and kind eyes, the question blantant on your expression. Abel smiled as he wiped at his eyes.
Great fucking timing, like always. Always such a crybaby, even when he was attempting to make YOU cry out.
"M'sorry...god I'm sorry I-"
he turned his head to the side, letting out a shaky breath, fighting with his embarrassment.
"Hey, hey it's okay."
You cooed, rubbing his arm softly.
"We can stop, it's alright."
Abel shook his head.
"No-no I..wanna keep going..I just-"
he tried to blink his tears away, rubbing his hand down his face as he sighed. A gentle smile from you.
"Just got overwhelmed?"
He nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah just a little bit."
He laughed dryly, hanging his head, looking to where the two of you were still connected. Shame creeping up his neck at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"God- always the worst times that I...I'm sorry, Angel, I..don't know what-"
You shushed him softly, cradling his face with your hand, wiping his tears with your thumb, turning his head to look at you.
"Absolutely no reason to apologize, okay?"
He nodded, sniffling as he melted into your touch, nuzzling.
"Lots of emotions today, yeah?"
He chuckled.
"Too many."
He breathed out slow, nodding his head.
"Okay. Okay I think I'm ready- if you WANT to keep going that is..I, uh, I get it if-"
he gestured to himself.
"This...kinda-I mean I get it if you want to stop."
You gave him a sly look, hand trailing down his chest to his cock, causing him to freeze, eyes only on you.
"Mm..no, still really want to fuck you, tears or no tears."
Abel scoffed playfully.
"Yeah?"
"Mhm"
you said, leaning up to kiss him hungrily, feeling him groan against your lips. His breathing growing more rapid. Each breath ending in a low whine as he braced himself against the couch.
Slowly moving his hips, entering you inch by inch. You pulled back from the kiss, air leaving your lungs in a rush as your head fell back against the cushions. The stinging stretch of him as he finally bottomed out, trembling above you as you watched him, half lidded. Mouth parted.
"There he is"
you breathed, hand coming up to weave through his hair, tugging ever so slightly as he whined.
"There's my good boy"
Abel let out a pitchy moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hips moved on their own accord, causing you to dig your nails into his robes as he pounded into you, punching the air from your lungs with each eager thrust. The sound of skin on skin and his ragged breathing filled the room. Your pulse racing as you adjusted to the pace, slick dripping down your thighs.
"Tell..me-tell me...I-please tell me again"
His voice was wrecked, muffled against you, feeling the reverberations of his voice through your skin as he panted against you.
"You feel...-you feel so good, Abel.." you keened. "So good for me.."
hearing his nails against the cushion fabric as he grasped it for purchase. Fists shaking as he tried to stave off the inevetible. Just a little bit longer. He could last a little bit longer for you. He swore he could.
You tried in vain to fuck back against him, move your hips at least a little, to no avail. You could only take what he was giving you. Gladly at that.
His arms shook, more from holding out than from effort. Determined to get you off, even if he had to overstimulate himself in the process. You could have picked any other angel, he had to remind you why you picked him.
Your gasps were sharp, uneven as you let yourself feel everything, aware of just how close that peak was.
Just a little more.
S'all you needed.
You dug your nails into his shoulders, half to hold on, half for his reaction. You both liked being roughed up a little bit in the moment.
A drawn out whimper, octaves higher than his usual register.
"I...I can't"
he managed, the words strained, breathy.
"S'too much...I-"
You cooed at him.
"Yes...you can"
voice soft and lilting. Wrapping your legs around his hips, making him stutter.
"Doing so good, just a..bit more...can you do that for me?"
His eyes pleaded with you, but he nodded all the same. Brain too far gone for rational thought. Too focused on you, your body, your praise, your pleasure.
He angled his hips, finally reaching that spot that made you see stars, sensitive and shuddering as he continued to pound into you. Greedy cunt sucking him in to the hilt each time, it drove him crazy. The chokehold you had on him.
Feeling that familiar coil around the base of your spine, threatening, yet elusive all the same. A demand to be felt, experienced as you let it wash over you. Clamping down on him as you cried out, nails digging deep enough in his back to break skin, he hoped they did.
A reminder just for only his eyes.
You heard him though your haze before you felt him. Twitching and trembling as he emptied himself into you, hips spurred on and uncoordinated, as his sharp whines turned to shakey whimpers.
Soft and puppylike as he clung onto you.
Rutting fitfully, overstimulating himself on purpose.
Just to make sure. Make sure he fucked you through it. That you felt all of him.
Only mixed breathing through the room. You drew soft circles into his back, as his breathing evened. Nothing really to be said. Just basking in the afterglow of it all.
Abel attemptes to prop himself back up onto his arms...only for the couch to make a concerning crack.
Loud as thunder and just as unexpected as one of the legs gave out, couch slumping to one side.
You both were silent for a moment.
Abel breaking the silence.
"Oh. Oh no. I...think I-broke it."
The serious tone he had made you laugh, a poor choice as your body was still sore from everything, he shot you a look.
"Hey? Hey. NOT funny, okay? I BROKE your couch, kind of serious."
You didn't respond, giggles wracking your body. He sighed at you.
"Okay chuckles, come on. Nervous to put you on anymore furniture but...you-WE need to go to bed."
He was exasperated, but smiled at you softly as you took his hand, leaning up from the couch as you wiped at your eyes.
"Oh...shit"
your voice wavered from laughter.
"Night of firsts, hm?"
He rolled his eyes, tucking himself back into his tights before pulling your soaked underwear back up your legs.
His touch gentle once again.
Eyeing the finger shaped bruises taking form on your thighs, a little spike of pride.
"Probably...not the best idea-on the couch I mean. I'll see if it's fixable...tomorrow."
You waved your hand at him.
"Leave it, I think it adds character to the apartment, tells a story."
He shook his head at you, tutting as he lifted you up bridal style, you swinging your legs carelessly.
"Yeah...no, we still kinda need the couch."
You nuzzled your head against his chest, sleepy as he carried you to bed.
"Get you one with more..support, yeah?"
You nodded your head, yawning. He didn't say the quiet part out loud. But you knew.
More support for the NEXT time.
