You nervously pull up on your boss and affectionate him with all you've got.
Adam's just chilling on the couch in his room, with sleepy eyes, watching Angelic TV and you want to feel his angelic warmth. You blush as you walk right up to him and straddle his lap. He grunts, "Reader, what are you-" He is cut off by you, "I wanna cuddle Sir." You bury your head in his chest. He stops himself from saying whatever it was he was about to say and wraps his arms around your waist, "If you wanted to cuddle, you could have just asked. I'm always down to cuddle with you Babe." He purrs in a seductive tone. "Are your wings sensitive?" He smirks, "Yeah, a little. Why? You wanna preen them?" You reach up with your shaking hands, "Nope. I had something else in mind." "H-Hey!" You grab them at the roots and begin to gently massage them, making them quiver. Adam moans, "What are you... doin' to me?" He buries his head in your shoulder as your small fingers scale the thick borders of his wings, making sure to graze your fingers across every individual glistening gold feather, "I'm tryna make the 'Dick Master' feel good." You innocently say in your best baby voice as you stop, teasingly. He whimpers and manages to growl with his lips pressed to your cheek, "Keep going. I didn't tell you to stop." You grip them tightly and start to firmly, but sensually touch them again. His wings twitch and shake violently before wrapping themselves around you. This goes on for a while until he finally does stop you from making him feel too... aroused, "Okay that's enough. Stop before you have to make another part of me feel good with those cute little hands of yours. You're totally about to make me EDGE." He said that just to witness your beautiful flustered expression. You bury your head in his chest bashfully, making him chuckle. "You really do know how to make a man feel like a king, don't you Sweetie?" He strokes your head as you nod.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Angel Of Mine (Reader X Adam X Lute)
General FictionThe other stories were not as stimulating, so I wrote my own from my personal journal.