Pretty bird.
Credits to @/lightdreamy they were a really big help while I was writing this!
Cw: Dom!reader, teasing, subdrop
The way Phil's whines are filling your ears is addictive. You're hardly even doing anything yet, and he's practically begging you already. Of course you can't deny him, but he's not being specific so he's not getting what he asked for yet. You move your hands to his wings, his current moan cutting off while his breath hitches.
"You like that pretty boy?" You whisper in his ear, trailing your fingers up and down your wings. At this he lets out another loud moan, this one not being cut off. As your hands get a bit more rough his moans get louder, trying to get more stimulation where he needs you.
"Oh god please, please touch me, please make me yours." He whines, the previous embarrassment leaving as he now knows how much he needs you. You smirk, "Touch you? Touch you where, pretty boy?" As you're talking, you grab his face, turning him to look at you. He whines yet again, thrusting his hips up at nothing, "M-my dick." He says it so quietly you almost can't hear. But you let it slide, he's been so good all night after all.
You move one hand around where he needs you as your other hand stays in his wings. You hesitate your hand just above his dick before wrapping your hand around it and swiping your thumb across the tip while watching his face. “Oh pretty baby, do you like that?” You ask as his mouth falls open and he gasps out “Yes, yes please." A smirk forms on your face as you see him struggling to stay still. He whimpers,
"Need more, please." As he says this you can't help but to indulge him. But instead of continuing with your hand, you move your head down, wrapping your lips around him.
"Oh god oh-" His voice is like music, you want him to cry out louder so you shove your head down, putting your hands on his thighs for support. He's soon to start chanting, "I'm close!" While whiny moans are in between each exclamation. As his cries get louder and louder, you get rougher and rougher. Then suddenly you feel a warm sticky substance shoot down your throat.
He's quick to apologize, "I'm sorry I should've asked I didn't mean to-" Only for you to cut him off once you've got his cum out of your mouth, "Honey, it's fine. It's alright, take deep breaths with me, yeah?" You move to sitting beside him, not touching him in case it would make him panic more. As soon as his breathing is stable you ask, "Want me to run a bath? You can come with me if you'd like, or you can stay here if you'd like to be alone."
As soon as the word alone leaves your mouth he's quick to shake his head. He quietly speaks after he calms down, "A bath would be nice. But can I stay with you?" You stand, offering your hand, "Of course sweetheart. Anything you want." He takes your hand, staying close to you as you both make your way to the bathroom. Once in, you begin running the water, holding his hand the entire time.
He seems nervous so you glance over, "What's wrong sweetheart?" His eyes meet yours for a moment before he looks down, "I'm sorry about ruining that Y/n.." You move your unused hand to cup his cheek, "Sweetie, that's not your fault at all. It's alright and I'm proud of you for handling it well instead of forcing yourself to do more." He looks back at you, "Really?" You wrap your arms around him, "Of course sweetie. Now how about we get cleaned up? Any specific soap you want?" He shakes his head, "Just wanna bathe and sleep."
Once the two of you have finished cleaning, you both go back to your room. And promptly pass out after drinking the water left on your nightstand.
