My name is Princess and I called him "angel" so the name I'm using is his real nickname, but not his actual government name. Also, making the name lowercase is intentional.

[ DEFINITION OF A finsub ]

▪︎ finsub or financial submissive - a person who simply enjoys giving gifts and financially spoiling because it makes them deeply happy, but it is a desire that is so strong that it is considered an obsession (or fetish).

[ STORY ] angel really wanted to have kids but after discussing why I couldn't give him the dream of being a parent that he always wanted; I told him, "I can't give you the gift of being a parent. What other dreams do you have? We can try that." By saying this, I was referring to helping angel with his career goal ideas or perhaps being the video vixen for him in some music videos or being his official artistic muse, you know, stuff that isn't completely insane! Instead of telling me any of those things; he looked me right in the eye; nervously biting his lip as always; and said,

"Let me make love to you."

I then replied with something like: "Let you do where now and huh?" 👀 How could I say anything else, I was confused as hell. But, as most people do when they're in this situation, he began explaining himself to me. Being the talented artist that angel was, he really had a way with words. He started to express to me how much he "desired me", how long he'd been "craving my touch", how badly he'd been wishing for me to "give him a chance", and that all he wanted to do was "please me" (angel was a master charmer and textbook people pleaser so this checks out).

He made it clear how he "deeply longed to prove himself" to me. By this point, I just knew he was rock hard because it was written all over his face. Yet, luckily for him, I was already soaked because I just LOVE people who have a way with words. I have a praise fetish; therefore, it's in my nature.

I looked at him for a second with a smirk because being the people pleaser that he is, I knew this was going to be a good time. He hesitantly asked me, "May I?" Then I told him, "You may." I made a tiny bed of covers and cushions for myself that was propped up a little but very cozy. I looked him down and up to tell him to "come here" with my eyes.

He made his way over and I allowed him to kiss me. Now, angel was innately a gentle person so everything he did was done with care. He kissed me deeply, but gently, and I wouldn't have had it any other way. It was so difficult to not get all gushy feeling how hard he was in between my legs.

He kissed my neck....

And kissed my stomach....

Then kissed the inside of my thigh....

Of course, the panties had to go so they did. Keep in mind, with this being his first time and only about my second; I was really curious to know what he was capable of. I never underestimated angel because he was one of those people who was so smart and had a lot of skills; but you never knew until he was ready to show you. He studied everything he could and absorbed information like a dry sponge. He did, however, seem a bit embarrassed to ask me what to do but asked anyway. I basically just told him this:

"Imagine you're at a county fair for an eating contest where your goal is to eat a cup of your favorite flavor of pudding with no spoon and your hands tied right behind your back.... with no teeth marks in it. 😈"

That was it. ✨️

Then he did my favorite thing with his hands gripping around my thighs, he just flashed his pretty smile at me and kissed my lips. First it was a soft kiss that turned into a more firm kiss that turned into a tongue filled French kiss. Every tongue movement was slow and wet and in and out. I couldn't help but to stroke his curls; gasp; moan; and say, "Good boy, just like that..."

I told him to pretend his hands were tied so there wasn't any fingering, but he didn't need his hands anyway. He acted like he REALLY wanted that first prize at that county fair and proved it every single time his tongue touched my clit. Of course, you can only take sensations like that for so long before you start to feel the pleasure rising up inside you; so my natural reflexes made me want to close up but he wouldn't let me (in order to not get crushed in between my thighs while he was trying to lick and kiss, obviously).

He stroked himself and moaned and ate while I screamed and rubbed his hair and cried. But it was a pleasurable cry, the kind of tears that you cry when it feels so good and you just can't take it anymore. That's when we hit our peak and it was euphoric inside.

Like I said, I knew it was going to be a good time and I was right.

We stayed still there for a while, he was happy, I was satisfied, and that was the night. Then some days passed and we, again, talked about marriage. Unfortunately, with that night of passion, our feelings on marriage grew stronger but our feelings about having children stayed the same. We both evenly agreed that we still couldn't get married with a disagreement like this and to make that first night of passion our last.

Although we both agreed together, the desires of the heart are stronger than anything in the world. I began noticing that it felt like some of the songs he started to write were about me. In the "stories" of these songs, he was often singing about being deeply in love with a woman but she just didn't want him back and his heart was always broken. He used to continue to firmly deny that they were about me but I never believed that.They were filled to the brim with love, passion, desperation, and pain. I mean... who ELSE on earth could they be about then?

Huh?

Exactly.

[ THE END ]

The full story can't fit here so the background with all the context is posted separately. The rest of these stories about angel will be more about our dynamic with him as my finsub and I don't know if I'll post them in this subreddit, like I did for this part. Also, even though I used "unfortunately" for story progression, I have no regrets though. ✨️👸🏾✨️

• 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼. 💋