𝐈’𝐦 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰
𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : Valentine's Day always felt like a cruel joke to you. Single as hell, couples flaunting their love shoving it right in your face. Hearts, chocolates, flowers—none of it meant shit. Why buy into the hype when it never delivered for you? | drabble + porn with plot
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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Smut, Dom!M!Reader, Fluff, Sub!Cupid, Moaning, Praising, (Happy Valentine’s Day!) Cum, blowjob, M!Reader (receiving), swearing, Explicit Content, Dirty Talk.
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭
"Dude, come on," he said, pushing past you into your apartment, his glasses slightly fogged from the February chill outside. "It's Valentine's Day! Time to embrace the love, man. Stop being such a grinch." You rolled your eyes, flopping onto the couch. "Embrace the what? The rejection? Pass. I'm good with pizza and video games." He laughed, that light, infectious sound that always chipped away at your defenses. But then he shrugged off his jacket, and your jaw dropped. There, sprouting from his back, were these... wings. They twitched slightly as he stretched, like they were as real as the clothes on your body. "What the fuck?" you blurted, staring. "Did you glue those on for some stupid costume?"
He turned, adjusting his glasses with a smirk. "Call me Cupid. And no, they're real. Been hiding them forever because, well, who'd believe me? But it's Valentine's, bro. Time to spread some love—starting with you." You stood up, circling him warily, half-expecting the wings to fall off. But they didn't. They fluttered gently when he moved, sending a soft breeze across the room. Your skepticism cracked just a little. "This is insane. You're telling me you're the Cupid? Like, arrows and gods and shit?"
"The one and only," he replied, his eyes sparkling behind those nerdy frames. "And you've been my best shot at a mortal buddy. Now, quit doubting and let's get you in the spirit." He didn't give you a chance to argue. Before you knew it, he was pulling decorations from a bag—pink streamers, heart-shaped balloons, even a playlist of sappy love songs blasting from his phone. You protested at first, calling it all bullshit, but his energy was contagious. He danced around your living room, wings half-unfurled, making you laugh despite yourself. By noon, you were helping him hang garlands, the two of you bumping shoulders, the air thick with that unspoken tension you'd both ignored for years.
"See?" Cupid said, stepping close as you pinned up a banner. His wings brushed your arm, warm and alive. "Not so bad, right?" His gaze lingered on you, those glasses magnifying the heat in his eyes. Your heart pounded, the skepticism melting away under his touch. When he leaned in, lips brushing yours tentatively, you didn't pull back. Instead, you kissed him hard, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. "Fuck the spirit," you murmured against his mouth. "I want you." He grinned, wings fluttering excitedly. "That's the idea." Clothes came off in a frenzy—your shirt yanked over your head, his pants pooling at his ankles. His body was lean, surprisingly toned under those feathers, cock already hard and curving up against his stomach. You shoved him toward the bedroom, the Valentine's playlist still humming in the background.
He dropped to all fours on your bed, ass up, wings arching slightly as he looked back over his shoulder. "Come on," he urged, voice husky. "Fuck me." You grabbed the lube from your nightstand—always prepared, even if you hadn't expected this—and slicked your cock, the sight of him presented like that making your pulse race. His hole clenched in anticipation as you pressed the tip against it, teasing just enough to make him whine. "Don't make me beg," Cupid gasped, pushing back. "I know you want this."
"Shut up," you growled, but there was no heat in it. You thrust in, slow at first, feeling his tight heat envelop you inch by inch. He moaned, loud and unashamed, his wings trembling as you bottomed out. The feathers quivered with every movement, brushing your thighs like a soft caress. You set a rhythm, hands gripping his hips, pulling him back onto your cock. Each slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, his glasses slipping down his nose as he braced against the headboard. "Harder," he demanded, voice breaking. "Fuck, yes—right there. You're so deep." His wings fluttered wildly now, the motion sending little gusts of air over your sweat-slicked skin. You leaned over him, one hand sliding up his back to tangle in the feathers at the base, making him arch and cry out. "Fuck, your wings... they're turning me on," you panted, pounding into him relentlessly. His ass clenched around you, milking your length, the friction building that coil in your gut.
You flipped him over suddenly, needing to see his face. He went willingly, legs wrapping around your waist as you drove back in, the new angle hitting that spot inside him that made his wings spasm. "Shit, Cupid—" you groaned, thrusts turning erratic. You picked up the pace, fucking him relentlessly, the bed creaking under the force. Sweat slicked your bodies, his ass bouncing with every impact. The sight of his wings quivering in rhythm with your thrusts pushed you closer to the edge—beautiful, erotic, utterly unique. “I'm gonna cum,” you warned, thrusts turning erratic. “On my face,” Cupid begged, twisting to look at you, eyes dark with lust. “Pull out.” You yanked free with a wet pop, his hole winking emptily as you flipped him onto his back. Cupid knelt quickly, mouth open, tongue out, wings draped behind him like a halo of sin. You stroked your slick cock furiously, aiming right at him.
“Fuck—take it,” you grunted, ropes of hot cum erupting from your tip. The first spurt hit his cheek, thick and white, dripping down. More followed, splattering his lips, nose, forehead—marking his face completely. Cupid moaned, eyes locked on yours, licking what he could reach.“Beautiful,” he murmured, cum glistening on his skin. “Your load all over me... perfect Valentine's gift.” Panting, you watched as he leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to your still-sensitive tip. His lips brushed the slit, tasting the remnants, before he wrapped them around just the head. He sucked gently, tongue swirling over the oversensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop.
"Fuck, that's hot," you breathed, still twitching in your hand. gazing up at you through his lashes, cum-streaked face locked on yours as he nursed your cock. The eye contact was intense, gazing up at you through his lashes, cum-streaked face locked on yours as he nursed your cock. “Happy Valentine's Day,” he said softly, wiping a streak of your cum from his chin and sucking it off his finger, never breaking that gaze. You pulled him up for a messy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, wings enveloping you both in a warm embrace. Skepticism forgotten, you melted into the moment—best friend, lover, Cupid. This holiday suddenly felt like the best damn thing ever.
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