Steve Saga Short Stories ♡

Sensitive Little Wings ~🏳

Author note** Lil Nightmare/Elemental smut hehe. I wrote this in the course of 2 days (=

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My hands gripped the sofa, tightly shutting my eyes and burying my face into the cushions to endure it. I was shaking like a fuking leaf, trying to stop myself from panting as Elemental loomed over me.

"Stop being a baby" he hushed "Nightmare, you did this to yourself"

I could only scowled onto the couch. Elemental rolled his eyes at my "dramatics" and continued to rub the healing ointment into my back. I'd, once again, had gotten hurt. Normally I would brush it off and do nothing about it, but Elemenl caught me on my way back from a mission. So he made me strip down naked and lay back up on the couch. Which would have been exciting if he wasn't just gonna smear shit on my back. He also was more cautious with injuries because of my... most recent feature, courtesy of absorbing more shadow stone: stupid fucking bee wings on my back.

I already hated them with a burning passion, covering the useless, cutesy wings as much and as often as I could. But I couldn't hide the additional fuzz on my forearms, crawling from behind my neck and where my beard was, but it looked enough like hair. Elemental was currently rubbing an ointment to help heal a wound on my back, made by himself. He knew it was gonna burn and had told me again and again beforehand that it wound. He told me I needed to stay still. It was enough that it got on the fuzz on my back, now feeling awfully gross. I could feel my wings jump and flutter and shake and flatten with every stroke of his two fingers.

Elemental thought it was from pain, it was, indeed, not pain at all. Apparently, Elemental had forgotten that he'd shoved painkillers down my throat the moment he saw the cut. And they'd worked pretty well, cause it didn't hurt. The problem was that these new fucky ass wings were sensitive pieces of shit. Touching them and the space near them came with a warm fuzzy feeling like tracing a v-line or the sweet spot of a back. It was pleasurable but in a teasing and utterly unbearable way. And I certainly don't appreciate how warm and fuzzy it felt when doing this.

I honestly didn't want Elemental to know, it was so fucking embarrassing. But it was hard to stay still as he took his precious time dabbing and rubbing the paste onto the healing gash on my back. Not to mention he said he'd have to do this multiple times. At some point, he got onto the couch and straddled my lower back to try and keep me still. It helped, but that made it hard to keep my mouth shut. As he got the the high points of the wound, it felt more intense. As he dotted it on, to each touch a jump, he told me something utterly horrible

"I'm gonna have to put some on your wing"

I processed. And I screamed on the inside. I could feel the bees swarming in my head and screaming "Abort! Abort!". I think the darkness just wanted me to suffer. Then again it is what saved my ass. And stopped me from having to get stitches in my back.

"What?" I squeaked, completely understanding the horrors I was about to go through for the next two weeks Elemental was going to do this.

"You're wing got hurt, I'm gonna have to put some of the cream on it, okay?"

I fully planted my face into the couch pillow I'd taken hostage in a steel grip. I was so done with this... and really fucking horny. For some reason unknown to steve fucking kind, he took my right wing by the base. Aka, the most sensitive part and certainly not the injured put.

"I'm not even touching the hurt part!" he scoffed when a groan slipped through my lips. My wing flutter in his hand, which made it so much worse but I couldn't control it enough to stop it. I could barely control them as it was, let alone when they were rubbing against Elemental's fingers for friction. He traced painfully slowly along the edge of it, holding it spread out. I took quick, heavy breaths, feeling the presence of the other looming hand with the cold ointment cold by.