Angel dust

"I need new clothes. Yuh with me?" such a simple excuse and question if you follow along to go shopping with him is the reason why you and your boyfriend, Angel, were now strolling through endless shops, trying to find something fitting Angel Dust liked, which was not as hard as it sounded, surprisingly! You both knew clothes wouldn't be the only thing added to the cart, tho - drugs were also on the list.

After shopping for god knows how long you couldn't help but to question when Angel would finally be done so you could return home to yall's room in the hotel, but whenever you thought the time has finally come to leave, he simply notices another shop he wants to check out, which also was the situation happening right now.

"I also am gonna need your opinion on some more stuff" Of course you couldn't just say no to your boyfriend, especially not since he insisted that he needed your opinion on the new outfits he would be getting there like in every other shop, so even if you were to refuse at first cus' of whatever reason, you knew you couldn't actually say no to him.

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So, here you are. Sitting in front of the changing booth and rating every outfit Angel steps out with, occasionally even doing a little twirl if he liked the outfit enough and felt confident in it.

But what you didn't know is that he actually decided to fuck with you a little in this shop. While the others stores were there to mostly just buy casual outfits to add to his closet and collection, this shop held a special meaning to his plan.

Poor oblivious you tho was completely struck dumbfound when Angel came out with just another teasing and revealing outfit, each new one getting you more and more aroused. Painfully aroused to a point where you could no longer hide your growing bulge straining your pants, no matter how much you tried.

Angel simply found it adorable how worked up he got you over something as simple as wearing revealing outfits. "Look atcha bein' all worked up, babe!" he taunted playfully before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the changing booth with him, closing the curtain for privacy.

Before you could even voice your concern about doing something like this in public, angel already sunk to his knees and worked on undoing your strained pants, smirking proudly once again at how much he managed to ruffle your feathers.

"Don't worry, sweetheart! No one's going to know if yuh keep quiet." he reassuringly claimed, tho that went all to waste when he finally dropped your pants to the floor and moved one of his hands over your desperate bulge.