for the little requests, human au abel getting dragged to a show w his dad sadly and reader is performing and hes down BAD like down CRAZY
♥ untitled abel x reader fic ♥
TY FOR THE REQUEST I LOVE ABELLLL
Abel wasn't sure why he let his dad push him around. I mean, for God's sake, he was centuries old! But, Abel loved his father. So, when he marched in and yelled, "You need some fucking pussy! You're coming out with me tonight!", he listened.
Abel currently sits awkwardly on the side of a limo while high-ranking angels fawn over Adam. He glances at the beautiful women who are attached to the first man like magnets, but quickly averts his gaze as a light blush coats his face.
A soft sigh escapes Abel's lips as he stares out the window of the limo. His thoughts wander to his personal life, more specifically, his romantic life. He'd always been a romantic, but could never get the words out. Adam got on Abel's ass a lot for this— he figured the charisma gene must've skipped him.
Finally, the limo stops at some bar with loud music echoing from it. The women get out of the limo first and Abel and Adam step out quickly thereafter. Adam wraps an arm around his sons shoulders and guides him through the crowd. "See, Abel?" Adam says loudly over the music, gesturing to the people in the crowd, "these are the people you should be banging! Instead of doing whatever the fuck with Peter and Emily and playing with your fucking dick all day.".
Abels face turns a bright red, "Wha- Dad! I- I don't-!". Adam laughs and takes his arm off Abel's shoulder, "Relax! I'm fucking joking, Jesus. Anyways, go make me proud for once and get fucking laid!". Abel sighs and stands awkwardly in the crowd, feeling out of place with the other winners and angels partying around him. He retreats to a bar stool nearby and orders a Shirley Temple from the bartender.
As he traces the rim on his drink solemnly, loud rock music starts to play from the stage in the back of the bar. He turns his head to a sea of people clamoring and cheering for the performers on stage: His dad, a few band members, and hands down the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
You stood on the stage, drumsticks in hand, a bright smile on you face as you played. Abel sat there, fully transfixed on the literal and figurative angel in front of him. You glowed on the stage and stood out among the other band members— your cheerful yet concentrated expression as you set the fast-paced rhythm to the song, the way your hands jerked back and forth rapidly against the drums— he wondered if they'd go that fast if they were placed around his—
Abel blushes deeply and hides his face in his hands. "No, Abel! You're better than that!" he thinks to himself. After about 30 minutes, the set ends and Abel manages to calm himself down.
He watches as the band leaves the stage, and Abel feels a sudden urge to run after them— and so he does. He approaches the backstage area where the band looks at him with confused glances. Adam quirks an eyebrow at him, "Dude, what the fuck?! I thought you were going to go mingle!".
"I well— I just wanted to uhm," Abel fiddled with the collar of his outfit as he spoke, "I just wanted to say how great you guys were!". Adam rolls his eyes and walks off, "Of-fuckin'-course.".
The other members exchanged nice smiles and "thank-yous" to Able, but the only one he seemed to hear was yours. The band starts to walk off when, suddenly, without thinking, Abel grabs your wrist, "Wait!". You turn and see the nervous angel holding onto you, "Oh, uh, yes?".
"I uh," he swallows nervously, "I just wanted to tell you that—". "That you're the most gorgeous person in all of Heaven", he thought, but instead he nervously chuckled and said, "That you... you were great tonight.".
You smile bashfully at the compliment, "Oh! Thanks, that means a lot. You're Adam's son, right? He's told me so many funny stories about you!". His smile falters for a moment before perking back up, "Yep! That's me. I'm Abel, and you are...?"
"Y/N" you respond, "Nice to meet you.". Abel melts at the sound of your name. "Y/N," he repeats softly, "beautiful name.". He realizes he's still holding your wrist and lets go of it with a sheepish grin, "S-Sorry.".
You chuckle softly, "No worries...". Silence hangs in the air between you as you awkwardly look at each other. Abel bites his lip and says something he hopes he won't regret, "Do you... wanna grab a drink?"
The two of you grab a drink (Abel just got a soda since he doesn't like alcohol very much), you get to talking and... well, neither of you was sure of how exactly it happened— everything kind of went by in a blur.
But, you went back to Abel's place, talked for a bit, and now you're straddling his hips as you make out with each other. You both pull apart to catch your breath and take a moment to look at his flushed face. It was then that you noticed something poking at your thigh from under his robe. You both look back down at it, then back up to each other.
Abel grabs your hips and looks at you with desperate, pleading eyes, "I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't mean to... But, please...".
A small exhale escapes your lips. "Cute," you think to yourself. You smile and cup his head in your hands; It was going to be a very long night...
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