when cupid!oscar spotted you under the neon lights, wearing little more than a white set of lingerie and imitation wings, he felt something no angel should. for the first time, love wasn’t a mission. it was an obsession. and to have you, he would give up eternity, fall from grace, and carve a place for himself among mortals.
warnings:+18 content. smut. cupid!oscar piastri, obsessed oscar, fallen angel!oscar piastri. he drops a love potion into your food to make you fall in love with him, so, basically manipulation. later, you accidentally put that same potion into a cake that both of you eat (it works like an aphrodisiac when taken in a high dose. i don't know!!! i just came up with it). eventually dark!oscar, oral sex (oscar receiving, reader receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, and lots of blasphemy. read only if you feel comfortable.
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note: apologies if this feels offensive (especially if you’re religious, that’s not my intention). this is just fiction.
you weren’t a good girl, nor were you innocent. you got yourself involved in a lot of problems that forced you to leave your hometown and move to a big city. you had two jobs to help pay your bills, and sometimes, when money was tight, you replaced one of your friends at the strip club.
you didn’t like the job, but the money was good, and you needed to pay the rent.
you tried to play the role, acting as an innocent angel. you ignored the men sitting in the chairs in front of the stage, you danced as if you were in your own living room, doing it only for yourself. the neon lights made you feel dizzy, like you were having lucid dreams of seeing wings and an angel looking at you while dancing.
eventually, you began to notice the regular clients, the ones who spent most of their friday nights offering you money and a “good time.” you rejected every single one of them. none of them were interesting enough.
except for one boy, well, he was a man. he hid in a dark corner, always watching people but never talking to them. he wasn’t like the others. you could have sworn you saw a glimpse of wings on his back once, but you blamed the neon stage lights for making you see things.
it was as if the other clients never noticed him. he was just a shadow, waiting for something.
that night, though, he hesitated. he stepped out of his dark corner and took a seat in the front row. he watched you, and for the first time ever, you danced for someone. there was no one else at that moment. just him.
when your set ended, you went backstage and shut the door to your private room. abruptly, someone entered without knocking. it was the guy you danced for, the one with cute eyes and a beautiful face. he didn’t have wings. he wore white clothes and a golden chain with a heart pendant resting on his chest. his hair fell like soft dominoes across his face. he was handsome, almost heavenly made.
“sorry. i don’t do private shows,” you said, your voice as mechanical as a rehearsed line.
“are you like me?”
you smiled. “sorry?”
“are you an angel? you look like one.”
“i mean, i’m an angel on stage. but in real life i’m just an ordinary girl who spends her nights working in this crappy place because it pays the bills.”
he seemed surprised at your explanation, like he couldn’t believe it. “you’re a mortal?”
he had to be drunk. that was the only explanation. still, he looked kind of cute.
“sorry, buddy, you can’t be here. you need to go.”
“you’re dancing for them, almost naked! and they’re driven by lust!”
“well, you’re in a strip club. what did you expect?” you said with a smile, and something stirred in oscar’s chest.
he had never felt anything like it before. cupids were meant to create love, not experience it. but whatever was growing inside him felt dangerously close to love… or desire.
the guards made him leave. weeks passed and you kept noticing him around the club. he never looked at the other girls and he never paid attention to anyone else. only you. he realized he needed you. he had to have you at any cost, even if it meant becoming human.
the pain in his back became unbearable as his body collapsed at your doorstep. you found him with tears in his eyes, pale and trembling.
“oh my god, what happened to you?”
you helped him to reach your couch. he barely breathed. that’s when you paid attention the blood on his back, like something had been ripped from it. something that looked disturbingly like wings. no, it couldn’t be possible.
oscar drifted in and out of consciousness, screaming and mumbling nonsense.
“forgive me, father. i need her.”
you blamed the fever, thinking he must have thought he was part of some strange cult, or perhaps believed himself to be a fallen angel. you considered taking him to the hospital, but when you saw how quickly the fever broke and how fast his wounds began to heal, you hesitated. normal people didn’t heal that quickly. his back was nearly healed, though the scars remained, like a reminder of what he’d sacrificed.
oscar woke up on your couch. your scent lingered in the air, making him feel safe. his body still ached and somehow, he knew he had made the right choice.
he saw you standing next to a window. you looked so beautiful.
“oh, you're awake!” you noticed him. “drink some water, you need it.”
oscar drank, his gaze fixed on you.
“what's your name?”
“oscar.”
your gaze lingered on him, uncertain of what decision to make.
“uhmm, do you want something to eat or is it too soon? i have some pizza left.”
he said yes.
oscar ate the food, loving the taste. your eyes kept looking at him with curiosity, not understanding why he appeared almost dead at your apartment. you never gave your address at the strip club and the other dancers didn’t know where you lived.
“what happened to you? why was your back like that?" you felt the need to ask.
"father accepted my request to become human."
you weren’t believing that shit. even if most of the time you doubted religion, believing in a fallen angel appearing at your job and at your doorway wasn’t realistic.
“do you have a family? a wife? someone?”
“no, i’m all by myself.”
“can you remember where you live? i can help you go home.”
“i don't have a home.”
you thought about it. you weren’t a bad person so you decided that he could sleep on your couch that night. at least, until you could figure out who that person was.
“okay, you can stay here for the night. just tonight. i’ll lock my bedroom, so don’t try anything stupid.”
he smiled. “i won’t hurt you, i’ll never hurt you.”
days passed and oscar was still living with you.
“i won't let a stranger live here without paying rent.” you casually said, and oscar frowned.
“rent? what is that?”
“like, paying money for staying in a place?” you thought he was weird.
“i'll pay rent.”
“you don't even have a job, and you need identification for that.”
“i'll get them.”
you didn't know how but oscar got everything the same day. he got a nice job in a public library and brought his new identification. seemed legit, nothing suspicious.
“if that makes you feel better.”
“how did you get the job?”
“the old lady was really nice, she even told me they would pay me at the end of the week. is it good for you, baby?”
“don't call me baby.”
oscar started to call you baby every single time. for instance, when he was taking a shower and needed his towel because he forgot, “baby, can you come here?” or when he was casually laying on the couch, reading a magazine that you owned. he saw a really famous person there and asked you, “who's that, baby?
oscar was strange. no matter the questions you asked him, he always answered the same. he had rejected being an angel, and now he was human. that wasn’t possible, so you stopped asking.
one night, you heard him talking and almost crying in his sleep. the other bedroom was close to yours, making it easy to hear him. you walked to his bed and touched his back. his eyes opened fast, scared.
“it's me, osc. everything’s alright.”
you moved your hand away from his skin. “no, it's fine. touch my back. somehow, your touch makes it hurt less.”
“isn't it already healed?”
“i still can feel my wings being ripped away.”
he wasn't wearing a shirt, his skin was hot, the scars were severe and nasty.
“will you sleep with me? i never dreamt before and now i can't distinguish what's real and what's not.”
you nodded. “just for this night.”
you slept together every single night. he would appear in your bedroom at midnight and you let him sleep with you. sometimes you spoke, sometimes you just slept without saying anything. oscar felt safe around you, he loved to sleep at your side. eventually, his hands became curious and brushed your hair while you were sleeping. other times, you wake up with his whole body hugging you from behind.
oscar tried to make breakfast for the two of you. at the beginning he wasn't good at all, he burnt the bread and added salt to your coffee. after two weeks, breakfast was incredible. you enjoyed eating there, always leaving late for work because you wanted to eat more and enjoy your time with oscar.
you didn’t return to the strip club. oscar was taking care of the rent and the bills, so money wasn’t something you had to think about that way anymore.
living together and sharing the apartment was something so natural for both of you. he made your days better and you made him happy. oscar dreamed of kissing your lips. as an angel, as a cupid, he never felt anything like that. he was so sure he had fallen in love with you, and even if he wasn’t certain you loved him back, he had to do something to make your feelings for him grow.
oscar started adding liquid love to your breakfast. it was a powerful potion, strong enough to cause chaos if used in large amounts. each morning, he slipped a single drop into your coffee.
“osc, this is the best coffee i ever tasted.”
liquid love couldn't make people fall in love, but it helped to intensify the feeling that already existed. he tried to behave as the nicest man around you. he helped you do the grocery shop, he washed your clothes, and slept at your side every night. practically, he was your non-requested new boyfriend.
“oscar, i know it sounds weird, but i’m glad we met. living here used to be so quiet and lonely, now i only want to leave work early so i can be with you.”
it was easy for you to develop feelings for him and not because of the potion. he was kind, always paid attention to the details and let you be exactly who you are. you started to hug him occasionally when he left to go to work, you talked with your colleagues about oscar, and they made jokes about you being in love with your roomie.
one night, he appeared again in your bedroom. now that you both felt good sleeping together, he just laid there, hugging you.
"are you okay, angel?"
you nodded. "yeah, i just feel a little bit…"
"a little bit what?"
“nothing, it's been a while since i've had sex, and sleeping with a man hugging me all night makes me a little bit receptive."
“receptive?” he was enjoying all of it, acting as innocent as possible. hugging you with his dick pressing your back was stimulating for him as for you.
“it means that i’m a little bit turned on, osc. your touch makes me think of having sex with you.”
his hands brushed against your arm, his fingers touching you like they wanted to touch other places of your body.
“we can have sex, baby.” he casually said.
“oscar, that would make things weird. go back to sleep.”
that night, oscar had a hard time falling asleep. the same desire he had felt while you were dancing at the club, did nothing but grew every day. oh, he kissed your neck that night, wishing he could kiss your cunt the same way.
as an angel and cupid, oscar only heard stories about humans having sex for reproduction purposes and to satisfy their libido. he wanted to try everything with you. the next night, he waited in your bed while you were taking a late night shower.
“oscar, please wait outside. i need to get dressed,” you said, your hair was wet and wore just a towel.
he seemed to not listen, or not care that you invited him discreetly to leave. oscar stood on his feet and gently massaged your shoulders.
“you’re always stressing ‘bout something, baby. let me help you to feel good. lay in the bed.”
you did exactly what he said. and oscar’s hands moved around your body, noticing the parts of your flesh that needed to relax a little. it was innocent at first, just a relaxing action that led to him kissing you everywhere. his hands even took away your towel.
the white fabric ended on the floor, your body exposed to his touch. he couldn't contain himself around you. your breasts looked amazing, so tempting for him to put his lips and mouth on them. he had never seen a mortal woman naked for him before. as an angel he avoided sharing intimacy with mortals, but now he wanted to have you in every sense of the word.
his mouth took its time savouring your tits. you could hear some words coming from his mouth while his lips and teeth provided attention to your breasts.
“you're mine to adore, you're mine to worship.”
his mouth stayed there like a starving man. he was so obsessed with your tits that he couldn't care less about dying out of breath just because he was so immersed in the situation.
“osc, i love your touch, but please i need attention on the bottom.”
eventually, he kept moving around your body. he gave kisses, bites and left bruises everywhere.
“open your legs for me.”
he had never tasted liquid love, but your pussy smelled like pure love. damn, it was so easy for him to fall in love with you.
"i've found heaven, baby. it's your beautiful cunt.”
you couldn't contain your moans. “oscar, be gentle. please, babe.”
oscar was living his real life fantasy. he devoured you, fingered you and tasted your pussy without thinking straight. you came, then he kept playing with it, making you come and come. you screamed, so overstimulated that you had tears in your eyes.
“now i understand why humans fuck all the time. i want to see you naked every night, every morning. baby, you shouldn't wear clothes at home. you look better without it. father made you for me, you were a gift for being good at my work.”
he loved your pussy. he was so obsessed with it. the next day, while you were taking a shower, oscar appeared in the bathroom.
“osc, what are you doing here?”
“oh, i thought i heard you calling me.”
his hungry gaze stayed on your naked body.
“can i enjoy you just for a moment? please. i'll be quick.”
“oscar, i have to go to work in 15 minutes— oh, yes.”
he just smiled. “i need your pussy to start my day good.”
he made your body rest against the bathroom wall and he got on his knees, tasting your pussy again. you got late to work, your body ached, most precisely your legs and your female parts. your colleagues noticed and even made fun of it.
“is that boy oscar still living with you? he seems to be a nice roomie.”
“yes, he's good.”
when you got home, you decided to make a cake. tomorrow was the one month anniversary of oscar and you living together, and somehow, you wanted to celebrate it. you drank some wine and while you were looking for some flavour, you found a small heart bottle with something inside in a cupboard. you had never seen it before. you smelled it and the smell was good.
“baby.”
you didn't hear oscar arrive from work. he took you by surprise.
“hi, osc. do you have any idea of what this is?”
his face showed surprise, but he hid it in just one glimpse.
“it's syrup, it's like honeybee. helps to make good coffee.”
you drank a little bit. it tasted sweet, it was a mix of honey, cream and cinnamon. “i’ll add it to the cake, where did you get it?”
“uhm, a coworker gave it to me.”
oscar helped you make the cake. he tried to argue with you saying the flavour would ruin the taste, so better not use it.
“it tastes better than anything, osc. the cake would taste amazing.”
he couldn't explain the truth to you, because if you found out what that liquid was, you would run away from him.
at midnight, you ate the cake together while watching an old movie. when oscar tasted the cake with the obvious taste of love liquid, he got a little bit obsessed. you both ate the cake like it was popcorn, feeling yourselves more and more different each time.
his body reaction was abrupt, more obvious than yours. his face was straight, he seemed like a caged animal, just wanting to leave the cage and attack.
“oscar, are you alright?”
“yeah, i think the syrup made me feel awkward.”
but when minutes passed, your own body felt different. you tried to relax, even when you felt every part of your body aching for oscar.
“oscar, i think something's happening to us.”
“how much liquid love did you add to the cake?”
“liquid what? you mean, the syrup in the heart bottle? i added all of it, why?”
just one drop made humans intensify their feelings for someone else, but the amount of liquid you added to the cake was enough to make him lose his mind. you weren't better either, you just were better at hiding it.
oscar started to move around the bedroom, his movements growing restless, pacing like he couldn’t contain the fire crawling under his skin. you watched him, your pulse thundering in your throat. the heat inside you was unbearable, making your skin feel too tight.
“oscar,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “you’re scaring me.”
he stopped suddenly, turning his head toward you with eyes darker than midnight.
“you’re feeling it too,” he murmured, voice strained. “don’t lie to me.”
your silence was all the answer he needed. in an instant, he had you pressed against the wall, his hands braced beside your head, his breath hot against your cheek.
“you shouldn't have put that liquid in the cake, baby.” his lips brushed yours without kissing. “now i want every piece of you.”
the heat between you pulsed like a living thing. you could feel it in the way his body hovered close, in the shudder of his chest as he held himself back.
“tell me to stop. i won't be nice to you,” he demanded.
but you didn’t. you couldn’t.
your hand rose, clutching the back of his neck, pulling him down until your lips finally met his.
the kiss wasn’t gentle. it was desperate, consuming. his tongue swept past your lips like he wanted to taste the last of that cursed sweetness lingering there. he pressed closer, hard enough to make you gasp, and you felt every line of his body against yours.
“when i became human i started to feel different. every night i spent with you i woke up with my dick begging for just a taste of you. i never felt like this, i never wanted to fuck someone so badly. i was an angel, always making people fall in love and never being a witness to this devotion. but when i saw you, i knew i had to have you. all these men, all these jerks watching you dance almost naked, they couldn't have you. no one can have you. just me.”
“osc…”
“on your knees, baby. it's time to show some mercy on me.”
you hesitated, but after a second, you realised that you wanted it too. you didn’t know what was inside the heart bottle, but something made your body feel really excited. you were getting wet without doing anything.
“i left everything for you, i left heaven for you. now i need you to bring me heaven. my dick needs your attention, baby.”
your own body felt the necessity to do something, to make him feel good. oscar gazed at you, his brown eyes watching you unzip his pants and touch his dick. you started the best you could, but eventually oscar controlled your movements, his hand grabbing your hair in a grip.
“yeah, baby. keep doing it.”
his release was fast, taking a few minutes. his cum tasted different, almost similar to the love liquid, angelic-made. In that moment, he reminded you of some renaissance painting of angels. not the good and trustable angels, no. he was like goddamn lucifer falling from heaven.
you didn’t even make it to the bed. his hands caught your hips and pushed you forward until your palms slammed against the edge of the table. oscar pressed his chest to your back, you almost saw a shadow of wings flaring wide, trapping you and him.
“stay like this,” he demanded, forcing you to bend just enough that your spine arched and your ass lifted for him.
his grip bruised at your waist, holding you exactly where he wanted, while his mouth brushed the curve of your neck. the position was shameless, every angle of your body exposed under his greedy eyes. the way he moved into you from behind, sharp and relentless, made it clear he was obsessed with you.
“the night we met at the club, i was supposed to do my work. i had to make you fall in love with another man. i couldn't do it. no one can have what's mine. they ripped off my wings because i decided to keep you instead.”
his dick pressed against your cunt from behind and you felt how heaven opened its doors for you. oscar’s pace was merciless, every thrust bruising and raw. he was rough and needy, fucking you just like he wanted. your cries muffled against the table, his grip in your hair made you arch your back again.
“now i understand everything, baby. i understand what makes a good soul change for bad. if i had a nice cunt like yours around me all the time, i would do horrible things just to keep you.”
“oscar, i need to come,” you begged.
“your pussy can make any innocent angel fall from grace just to taste a glimpse of you. good thing i wasn't an innocent angel to begin with.”
“oscar…”
“you can come, angel, just for me.”
while you came, oscar began whispering gentle praise into your ear, still easing you onto his thick cock but just at a pace you could manage.
your moans made the room feel dirty.
“i love you, baby. you're stuck with me.”
you spent the night tangled together, bodies aching and trembling, every thrust still tasting of the drug. even when the haze started to fade, oscar’s hunger didn’t.
“don’t think i’ve finished,” he said against your skin. “i don’t care if it takes all night, i need every part of you.”
his eyes burned darker, almost feverish. the air was heavy, charged, like the room itself bent around his need. he dragged you onto his mouth again, pinning your thighs open as if nothing could stop him. his tongue was greedy, desperate, every lick forcing another broken sound from your lips. your pussy drove him insane, it was the only part of you he ever truly worshipped.
his hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while his tongue coaxed you over the edge again, your body shaking, your cries muffled against your palm. he didn’t stop.
“you taste better than heaven ever did,” he rasped, slick mouth shining as he looked up at you. “and i’m never letting you go.”
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