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hellosupernaturaldoctor:

Rings

A/N This is smut from the beginning. But it’s Angel smut and it’s Angel smut that features those sexy rings and fingers so I’m not even sorry. I also describe one of the rings Angel wears. But I took some creative license because for the life of me I can’t find a really good picture of his rings. But I’ve stared at the one on his left hand long enough to make me think it looks like some kind of feathers? Am I crazy?

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Usually before bed every night Angel would slip his rings off those long fingers before dropping them on the dresser next to his wallet and loose change. But tonight he hadn’t bothered, he had come home late, found you in bed already. He hadn’t said a word, just gave you a dark look- one you knew so well- and grabbed your ankle dragging you down the bed, while you let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned to a moan.

Now here you were hours later, both of you finally naked, except for those stupid, glorious rings. If you had been even remotely coherent and not on the verge of your third orgasm of the night, you would have cursed yourself for buying him that large feathered ring he wore on his ring finger. Because it was bumping so deliciously against your clit as he worked his first three fingers into you.

He had started with his tongue, then moved onto his tongue and his fingers, and was now curling his long fingers inside of you to the point that you thought you were going to cry.

“Angel, please, please” you moaned, arching your chest against his. His leaned his head down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. That’s what did it, what pushed you over.

“There it is” he said, pulling back to watch you come undone again. While you were still coming down he slipped his fingers out of you and came to lean over you.

“Angel,” you whispered, as he pushed into you. It was almost to much, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to complain. Why would you? It was too good, he was too good. Especially as he started rocking into you. In fact, he had you asking for more, to go harder. He gave you one of those killer smiles, and reached up placing one of those ringed hands around your throat. You tipped your head back and moaned as he increased the pressure of his hand just enough to have your body humming once again. You trusted him implicitly, he had never, would never hurt you.

It was the fingers- his fingers- it was the cold metal of his rings against your heated skin. It was the feeling of him inside of you. Your body tightened around him once again and he slowed to watch you. He released his hold on your neck and leaned down kissing you again.

“I love you” he said, against your lips.

“I love you, too Angel”

I just finished working out…. but I think I’ll go another round.

Holy. Shit.

Mercy.