𝟏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 .

(thirty-six)ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ

story by orphan_account on AO3
  

Summary:

Cupid!Angel Devil x afab!reader (no pronouns used), one of Cupid's cherubs falls in love with you.

Notes:

A/N: I was inspired by the song Love Story by Indila, and obviously a lot of fan art depicting cupid Angel Devil. I want to make this a multi-chapter if people are interested, I have many ideas for this fic! Thank you for reading. ♡

Angel's gentle auburn eyes studied you below him, his body hidden within the flocculent clouds. You were sitting alone at a table on the outskirts of an aesthetically pleasing restaurant, Angel floating well above the building, steady waves of his large wings leveraging his inhuman height. He felt tethered to the sky, his body unmoving aside from his wings.

You were unlike anything he has seen before, as if there was a glow casting yourself apart from everyone else. You were caged around a plethora of vibrant flowers displayed along the pillars between each table, the last bit of sunlight dusted along your cheekbones complimenting your ethereal aura. Angel, a cherub of Cupid: the God of desire, found himself experiencing willing attraction.

I've never felt anything like this before, not for a God nor a human. Angel placed one hand over the front of his chest, feeling his heartbeat flutter against his ribcage as he continued to stare, admiring what he could see of your dimly lit features. It must be one of those moments. Angel reasoned to himself, trying to understand his sudden peculiar feelings. He readied his arrow, his slender fingers positioning the golden rod against his bow as he awaited your true love's arrival.

But no one did arrive, and you continued to sit there in your own company until you packed your possessions and made your way home. Angel following a safe distance behind. You stopped in front of a quaint apartment, it was small, cozy. The exterior decorated with different variations of flowers, most of them dead due to the cold weather. As Angel followed you in, the gust of air propelled by one of his wings visibly breathed life back into your ailing florets unbeknownst to you.

You felt a looming presence around you, but it wasn't frightening or unpleasant. It was warm, comforting. Something you desperately ached for, as you often experienced bouts of deep loneliness. Someday's were better than others, but today wasn't one of those days.

You dropped your bag on the floor of your hallway, effortlessly releasing your feet from the hold of your shoes as you dragged your feet toward your room, Angel following close behind you. He was grateful for your choice to keep your apartment immersed in darkness, making it that much easier to enjoy your company without revealing his presence.

You sighed, throwing yourself against the plush mattress of your bed, scooting yourself upward, now positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. You found yourself absentmindedly guiding your hand along your body. You were in need of stress relief.

Angel watched in awe, your hand was placed at your mound, your fingers delicately drawing themselves around your dripping cunt, arousal glistening between your sticky folds. He studied your other hand which was busy working at the lush skin of your bust. Your digits tactfully pinching at your hardened peaks. He listened to you sing with every thrust of your fingers, melodic moans escaping your lips. A song more beautiful than a harp.

Angel's lips parted, letting out a soft sigh as he watched your face further contort beautifully beneath the stray cast of moonlight illuminating a small portion of the room. The self inflicted euphoria heightening through you before shortly crashing down. You closed your eyes, enjoying the dwindling gratification course through you. Hesitantly, Angel took this time to escape, unsure of your reaction to his secret appearance. But made a silent promise he would return to you the next night.