#devil!au

The Uber drive home was not too bad. Luckily, you were able to hold in your sickness and your friends comforted you with back rubs and bottled water. All that changed when the driver came to a construction stop that was supposed to lead to the street you and your friends lived on.

“Sorry, ladies, looks like this is the end of the road for us...literally,” the driver shrugged.

“Are you fucking serious?” your friend, Lana, yelled. “We didn’t pay you for this-”

“Guys, stop, it’s fine,” you slurred while opening the door, “let’s just walk the rest of the way.” Lana and your other friend, Kathleen, stared at you with dumbfounded eyes. You were too drunk to remember the only way to your apartment from your current location was through a cemetery. This was why Lana and Kathleen ordered an Uber driver, but, again, you were too drunk to remember that conversation. Your friends tried to protest but it was too late. You had already hopped out of the car and started walking, stumbling over your red go-go boots.

“Well, thanks I guess,” Kathleen motioned to the driver, waiting for Lana to climb out the car before she did. They chased after you barefoot in their matching sexy princess costumes. Goosebumps formed on their arms from the nippy air and the intense fear they had of the cemetery you trotted through.

When you, Lana, and Kathleen moved into the small city, you had heard strange stories about the cemetery right by your apartment complex. Your friends were hesitant about moving in, but you being the fearless one of the group, you convinced them that the apartment was your best option, financially speaking. The cemetery did give you the creeps and you wanted to avoid it to the best of your abilities. Yet, right at that moment, all you cared about was getting into the comfort of your home. That was until you came across a mysterious stone chair.

“Oh, look, a chair!” you exclaimed, hobbling towards it so you can free your calloused feet of the tight boots. “Thank fuck, my feet are killing me!”

“Hey, I wouldn’t sit there if I were you,” Kathleen yelled after you. You asked why in annoyance.

“Yeah, don’t you know about the devil’s chair,” Lana began, “legend says that if you sit in the chair in the middle of the cemetery you’ll get dragged to Hell and punished for eternity.” You snickered mockingly at your friends.

“Jesus, you sound like my parents,” you grunted and rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to Hell for sitting in a damn chair!” You plopped yourself down in the stone seat, removing your shoes to massage your feet. Seeing that you were still perfectly fine, you stuck your tongue out at them. Lana and Kathleen sighed and started walking away from you.

“Whatever, we’re walking ahead of you,” Lana called out.

“Hold on!” you shouted while shoving your feet back into your boots. “I’m coming!” As you were about to stand up, you realized you were stuck to the chair. It felt as if you were cemented to it.

“Hey, guys, help me!” Your friends turned around and spotted you struggling to stand.

“Stop fucking around, you’re not that drunk,” Kathleen snapped, stomping towards you. Lana followed in her footsteps.

“I’m not fucking around! I literally can’t get up!” You reached out to them but before they could grab your hands, a portal opened beneath you. The three of you screamed when the bottomless pit opened wider. Lana and Kathleen attempted to clasp onto you but it was too late. The portal had swallowed you whole.

Your friends freaked out more, shouting out for you. When they were only met with silence, Lana began searching for something to dig with while Kathleen called the police.

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You were falling until you hit a hard surface, flat on your chest. You cursed in pain, rubbing your boobs that saved you from an even harder fall. Your head shot up, looking around the unfamiliar space you had been transported into. The room was almost pitch black, a faint flame from a wall candle luminating the darkness. The light allowed you to capture the dark Victorian style decor. It was as if you were transported to a castle from the 1800s.

The alcohol that once coursed through your blood seemed to have left your system. Upon realizing that, you started cross-examining your consciousness. Were you dreaming? No, there was no way you could have been dreaming. If you were dreaming, you would have woken up before hitting the ground and you sure as Hell wouldn’t be feeling the pain from it.

Wait a damn minute…

Hell.

You scurried to your feet, your heart racing after realizing where you had been taken to. So the urban legend is actually real then? Were you really dragged down to Hell for sitting in that chair? Oh shit! Lana and Kathleen! Could it really be Hell? No, it can’t. If it is, where are the fiery pits and the never ending cries of those who have sinned while the devil sneers in their faces? Speaking of, was the devil as scary and evil as you originally imagined?

Your train of thought came to a halt when the ominous creaking of a door vibrated throughout the room. At the end of the hallway was a red door that opened slightly, inviting you to investigate further. The heels from your boots clicked against the marble flooring, walking towards the red door. You began walking with a purpose, that purpose being to get answers to all your questions. Upon arriving at the door, the black interior decor awkwardly transitioned into scarlet red hues.

You peeped through the door, your eyes landing on a grand staircase that led to a giant throne made of the same marble. The throne looked awfully similar to the chair from the graveyard you sat in. Then, you noticed a tall, muscular man wearing only leather pants with his legs spread out across the throne. The way this man sat gave you a generous view of his crotch area.

You wanted to assume this was the devil since he was all perched up on the throne. At the same time, why did the devil look like a human and not some terrifying creature with horns and a tail? This man was way too hot to be the devil. Then again, perhaps your parents and the church painted Hell to be something scary to keep you compliant.

“Ahh hello there,” the man’s voice was smooth as silk. “You must be the bold and brave soul that sat in my chair.” Fuck, he knows. A shiver crept up your spine as you mentally prepared yourself for the eternal damnation you will receive. At the same time, you wouldn’t mind being damned to Hell if this man was the one you had to serve.

“Umm hi...Mr. Devil,” you stuttered, fumbling with your hands in front of you. The man raised an eyebrow and tilted his head at you. You didn’t think that a gesture this simple would make you weak in the knees. “I-I-I mean Satan, or Lucifer...I’m sorry I'm not exactly sure what exactly to call you.”

The man laughed, his chiseled chest heaving up and down. He leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees. His legs proceeded to spread even further than they already did.

“There is no need for any of that, darling. Shangqi is just fine.” You repeated his name, liking the way it rolled off your tongue with ease. Your lips curled in, preparing yourself to interrogate him.

“So, Shangqi, you really are the devil?” He nodded once with a blink. “And this is Hell?” Shangqi repeated his previous motions as if he was an automated machine. “So, is the legend true? You, the devil, drag those who sit in that chair in the middle of the graveyard to Hell and punish them for eternity?”

“All of that is true, my dear.” Shangqi paused, reconsidering the latter part of your statement. “Well, I only punish those who give me a reason to.”

“Well, I should also say that I'm truly sorry for sitting in your chair. I was drunk as shit and my friends tried to warn me, but I didn't listen. I guess I kinda deserve getting dragged to Hell. I will take whatever punishment you have for me.” You found your hands snaking behind your back, waiting for how he would react. Shangqi ran his thumb across his lower lip, becoming more attentive to how nervous and submissive you got around him. His head filled with dirty images of you on your knees, fully submitting to him.

“I like you, little one,” Shangqi simply smirked, causing you to perk up. “You aren’t afraid of me like the others. You're willing to accept your fate.” Although you were starting to ease into the conversation with him, he noticed you searching for your next words.

“I wouldn’t really call it accepting my fate,” you stammered, “more like...owning up to the choices I’ve made.” Shangqi’s eyebrow quirked upward, along with his upper body that rested on his legs. He smiled at you wickedly, leaning against one armrest. The handsome devil had grown smitten with you and your nervous demeanor yet witty comments. You were still at the bottom of the staircase, which bothered Shangqi because he craved your closeness. He was surprised by how quickly you had grown on him.

“Come here, little one,” Shangqi ordered, his two fingers motioning towards you. “I want to get a better look at you.” His words combined with that hand motion caused the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. You timidly rubbed the back of your neck before strutting up the stairs, the sound of your boots relieving the silent sexual tension between you two. You kept your eyes on the ground, hoping not to skip a step and fall awkwardly in front of the devil. Meanwhile, Shangqi’s eyes fixated on your legs, unaware of how he held his breath until you reached the last stair at the top.

You stepped closer to Shangqi, stopping at his feet. When your eyes finally met with Shangqi’s, you were mesmerized by his features. You noticed the beauty marks on the side of his face that lined up like stars, the lone strand of hair that waved away from the rest of his hair, the dimples that defined his lips when he laughed, smiled, or smirked. For someone who claimed to be the devil, he was almost...ethereal.

Shangqi swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw you were dressed as a devil. The way your red leotard shaped your physique, on top of your matching go-go boots, caused his cock to swell against his pants. He fought the temptation to rip your costume apart and sheath you with his shaft. Shangqi may have been one to instigate sin, but he at least respected others’ boundaries.

“Nice costume, by the way. I’m flattered you had me in mind for this hallow’s eve.” Your pussy pulsated as arousal seeped onto your leotard. Since it was thin material, you clenched your thighs together in hopes that your wetness was not evident to Shangqi. You sucked in a long breath, eyeing the growing bulge in his leather pants.

Shangqi stared at you with a mischievous grin, waiting for your next move as if the back and forth tête-à-tête was a game of chess. In that moment, you knew he wanted you the same way you wanted him. As much as that was true, you also knew he liked the build-up, and to some extent, so did you. Why not have a little more fun with this?

“Wanna know something, Shangqi?” You started inching towards him slowly, exaggerating the way your hips swayed since you knew his eyes were trained on them.

“I used to fear you. Growing up in a Christian household, my parents used you against me to be the perfect Christian daughter they wanted me to be.” You climbed onto his lap, resting on his thighs.

“But then, I just felt lost because I wasn’t living under my terms. I was living under someone else’s terms. So I renounced my faith to Christianity.” You paused to place your hands flat against his chest. Despite the hardness of his muscles, his skin still felt soft under your touch.

“My parents didn’t take that well so they kicked me out which turned out to be good for me. I eventually learned to fend for myself and finally started living on my own terms. I guess me dressing as you is a giant middle finger to them.” You were so wrapped up in your rant that you didn’t register Shangqi’s hands gripping your waist, causing you to subconsciously rut against him. Shangqi leered as you moaned at the contact of your wet pussy on his stiff cock.

“If you think I am going to punish you because of that myth about me, you are terribly wrong,” Shangqi said. “You are such a treasure, I should reward you.” His hands roamed to your ass, squeezing your cheeks that peeked out of your leotard. Your teeth grazed your bottom lip before your tongue darted out to moisten your lips.

“I’d expect that from the devil. I know you’re not a god and you wouldn’t punish me for no reason.” Your hands trailed up the back of his neck, twirling your finger around the nape.

The sexy devil chuckled, “My dear, I think you and I will get along just fine.” Shangqi closed the space between the two of you, locking lips with one another. As your lips greedily smashed together, your fingers combed through his hair before tugging it with your fist. Shangqi growled into your mouth before slipping his tongue in. Your tongues flicked against each other hungrily before you pulled away for air.

Shangqi wasted no time in hooking his fingers under the straps of your leotard and pulling the top down to reveal your breasts. You lifted yourself off his lap to tear the rest of your outfit off, leaving you naked aside from your boots and headband with the devil horns. A moan left Shangqi’s lips as he admired your nude figure that crawled back on top of him.

“No bra or panties?” He inquired, his dick throbbing against your bare core. You were instantly reminded of the guy who rejected you at the party and how you wore minimal clothing in hopes of getting fucked by him. You sighed as sadness washed over your face.

“Well, I was hoping to sleep with this one guy-“ Shangqi interrupted you by tilting your head up with his long digit to meet your gaze. He attacked your neck possessively with his teeth and lips, making you forget about the guy you were thinking about.

“Don’t worry about him, sweet one. I’m gonna fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked.” Suddenly, his hand grasped one of your boobs while his mouth engulfed the other. You whimpered as Shangqi sucked and nipped at your flesh, leaving dark marks behind. He repeated the same process to your other breast, causing your pussy to flutter against his leather pants.

“Lean back and hold onto my legs,” Shangqi commanded. “I want that sweet pussy in my face.” You hummed and sunk yourself back against his lap, wrapping your arms around his legs as Shangqi tugged your lower body up toward his face. Your legs naturally spread into the splits, giving Shangqi access to your sopping hole. His rough hands dug into your hips and lifted you closer to his face. Without breaking eye contact with you, Shangqi spat onto your pussy and quickly lapped it up before it could disappear into your cavern.

“Oh, fuuuck, that was so hot,” you whined while watching Shangqi’s tongue lather your slit with his spit. He chuckled smugly before sucking loudly on your labia. You cried his name out, jolting against his knees as your legs convulsed in midair.

“You taste so good, sweet one,” Shangqi praised, “I can devour you all night.” Then, he plunged his tongue into your canal, circling around the entrance. You screamed and gripped onto his legs as Shangqi tongue fucked your pussy. Feeling his tongue stretch you out was the hottest thing you had ever experienced and your stomach twisted in knots. Shangqi smiled down at you condescendingly with his tongue still inside you.

“Mmm, you wanna cum, huh, little one?” He taunted, licking a stripe up your cunt. You arched your back and nodded desperately. “Cum for me. I want all of Hell to know how much of a slut you are!” With that, Shangqi thrusted his tongue back inside you at a faster pace and used one hand to violently rub your aching clit. Within seconds, you were writhing in his mouth, bucking your hips closer against him. Shangqi drank up every drop of you as if it would be his last meal.

As you were calming down from your orgasm, Shangqi helped you sit up in his lap so he could leave more sloppy kisses on your neck. You twitched on him, his throbbing cock begging to be freed. A sudden burst of confidence caused you to reach down to undo Shangqi’s pants. He watched you slide his pants down in one movement, finally releasing his long shaft. Your mouth watered at how huge he was, his dark red tip dripping in precum. Suddenly, you recalled a certain position you have been eager to try.

“Can I try something on you?” you questioned.

Shangqi smiled, curiosity filling his head. “Be my guest, dear.” You grinned and gave him a hot open mouthed kiss before hopping off him to yank the rest of his pants off his legs. His body was now bare, except for his black loafers, but you figured it was only fair you kept his shoes on since yours were still on. Shangqi looked absolutely delicious and you couldn’t wait to ravage him.

You stood up again, spreading your legs in between his. Spitting into your hand, you stroked the saliva onto his cock, his jaw tightening at the friction. When you were satisfied, you pushed his legs back until his knees were against his chest. Shangqi was caught off guard by your dominance, recalling how you were shy for him not too long ago.

“I don’t know what you have in mind, dear, but I like it,” Shangqi interjected slyly. You simpered, lining his cock on your entrance. His eyebrows raised when he realized your feet were still on the ground.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride, baby” were the last words you said before sinking all the way down on Shangqi until your clit hilted at the base. You both uttered pornographic moans, shocked at how delectable this foreign position was. Your high heeled boots kept you balanced as you rocked your hips down onto his cock. You wrapped his legs around your waist to hold them in place.

“Ahh, fuck yeah, that’s fucking hot!” Shangqi groaned submissively, clutching both sides of the arm rests. It was ironic how you, a mortal, were able to dominate and control one of the most powerful beings you knew about. As you thrusted yourself down on him, Shangqi wrapped his hand around your neck, causing you to cough out a barely audible moan.

“Fuck, you really are a slut!” the devil hissed, tilting his head while tightening his grasp around your neck. A dark laugh vibrated from his chest. “All this time, I thought you would be a sweet, submissive little thing. Turns out, you love to sin as much as I love to instigate it.” Your mouth fell agape as your vision became spotty and you slowed your movements on his cock. Shangqi released his hand from your neck, causing you to pant for air and fall against his glistening chest. He assisted you off his cock, allowing you to rest against him.

“As much as I enjoyed you taking hold of the reins, sweet one, I think it’s my turn to be in charge.” He draped you over the armrest, presenting your ass to him. Shangqi gave it a firm swat, watching it ripple against his taut hand. His free hand jerked himself off with the juices from your cunt.

With a wave of his finger, he conjured a long mirror in front of you. You let out a gasp, unsure if it was because of his magic or because how fucked out you both looked. In the mirror, your eyes locked with Shangqi who continued fisting his dick while positioning himself behind you. He tapped the angry red head against your opening, causing you to squirm and bite your lip.

“You trust me right, sweet one?” Shangqi asked softly.

“Yes, I-” You were confused why he asked but even more so when he cut you off.

“Good.” He kissed your shoulder, shoving the head inside you. “If you get scared at any time, let me know, okay?” What the fuck was he talking about? You were about to question him until he stuffed you to the brim, his balls slapping against your clit. After taking a few seconds to adjust, Shangqi pumped himself inside you. Watching him fuck you in the mirror made your pussy quiver around him, more of your nectar coating his length.

As Shangqi pounded harder into you, it felt as if his cock was growing and stretching you out more. All of a sudden, his eyes glinted a fiery red, causing your jaw to drop. His nails turned into sharp claws that pierced your tender skin. A set of large, curved horns arose from his head and his body grew taller and more muscular. His hot, crimson skin revealed his true form as the devil. You expected to be scarred for life, considering he turned into the beast you used to read from the Bible. Instead, you were pulsating like crazy around his engorged devil dick.

“Oh fuck yes Shangqi!” You sobbed, bracing yourself on the armrest. “Fuck me harder, baby! Ohhhh, fuck!” The devil took your neck in his paws once more, this time digging his claws into you. You didn’t care if he punctured your neck and made you bleed. All you wanted was for him to destroy you until you couldn’t walk.

“Yeah, take my cock, you filthy slut!” Shangqi bellowed in a deeper voice, ruthlessly squeezing around your neck. “Take all of my cock in that sweet, little pussy of yours. I know you love this, huh? The way I stretch you in ways you’ve never felt before. Bet you won’t want another cock inside you unless it's me, is that right, slut?” Your lower lip trembled as you nodded with tears falling from your eyes. His pointy, elongated tongue slithered out to lick the side of your face. The feel of his tongue made you wish he had eaten you out in his devil form.

“No- don’t wanna fuck anyone- ahhh- but you, Sh-Shangqi,” you slurred, rolling your eyes back as he jackhammered into you. His hand around your neck snaked up to your chin, turning your head to make out with you passionately. Once he pulled away, he forced you to face the mirror. You almost came by the sight alone of you becoming a moaning mess for Shangqi.

“I’m so fuckin close, little one,” Shangqi announced, his thrusts becoming sloppy and more aggressive. “Cum with me, and I will fill you with my seed, okay?” You were so cock drunk that you barely whispered a yes before he started chasing his own orgasm. One of his claws played with the bud between your legs, while the other scratched down your back. The excruciating drag of his nails led you to cry out in pain and pleasure, finally reaching that peak of euphoria.

Shangqi was not too far behind you. With a few more ruts, he roared loudly while shooting his hot load inside you. His taint spilled from your hole even when he was still unloading. Placing one last kiss on your cheek, Shangqi pulled out of you and watched your mixture of sex leak from your spent canal. You lazily drooped over the side of his throne, all your muscles refusing to move. Shangqi carried you into his strong arms, pulling you against his chest. He lulled you as you trembled and panted from your state of bliss. The steady beat of his heart helped ground you back to reality. By the time you had calmed down, Shangqi had returned to his human form.

“I realized something, little one,” Shangqi said. You peered up at him past your eyelashes. “I want you by my side as queen of Hell.” His proposal made your cheeks warm up. It was a flattering and tempting offer. However, you started to think about the life you had back on earth.

“I-I don’t know what to-” Shangqi stopped you before you could finish your sentence.

“If there is anyone more deserving of being worshipped, it is you, my dear.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his compliment. Fuck it. Your family disowned you, you had shitty living conditions, and your friends would probably replace you within a week from today. If you stayed, you would have a man that actually wanted you and viewed you as more worthy of worship than he. Without further contemplation, you nodded your head, causing Shangqi to beam.

“Wait, do I get a crown or horns of some sort?” You inquired. Shangqi laughed, pecking your forehead.

“I can make that happen,” he replied, placing his hands on the horns on top of your head. The plastic horns transformed into the same horns that Shangqi had. Glancing in the mirror, you gingerly touched the horns that came out from your head. This was a look you could get used to. Wrapping your arms around Shangqi’s neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

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Back on earth, Lana and Kathleen waited for the cops to arrive after watching you disappear into a portal. Your friends explained your situation to the police, however, they ridiculed and disregarded it, claiming that they were just drunk and hallucinating. The more they talked about it with others, the harder it was to find someone that would believe them. As you predicted, your friends eventually gave up on your disappearance, finding a new roommate to replace you with.

Your parents, on the other hand, searched far and wide for you. They prayed that they would find you, apologizing for disowning you. They were also unsuccessful in finding you but, as usual, they became more active in church to bring awareness to what happened to you.

You may have been a mystery to the rest of the world, but you could care less because you ruled all of Hell alongside your handsome devil.

Felix thrusts in you at a relentless pace. How is it that you, the youngest daughter of the pastor, is here in this situation, being mercilessly fucked by the devil in the heavenly presence of the Almighty.

He tugs at your arm, arching your shoulders and the other hand coming in a sharp contact with your rear as he thrusts into you, his cock sharply moving against your soft interiors. You are crying at the pace he keeps and the devil is proud.

"Look at you defiling this place," he laughs. He spanks your arse again, the skin becoming hot and your eyes close in a mix of pleasure and pain. Your wetness is more ardent as it coats his thick length, squelching at every moment embarrassingly.

You are crying. You are moaning and you are screaming Felix's name at the altar, begging for the devil to fuck you even more, to make you dumb – to fuck you dumb and stupid. Felix quickly grabs the ends of the altar cloth, crumpling it in his hands before he uses his hand to turn your head. "Open your mouth," and you do as you are commanded. He stuffs the cloth into your mouth, deep enough for barely any sound to make through and you scream even louder, even though muffled sounds only let loose. You grip on the end of the table, tears streaming down.

He turns your face once again to look at him and Felix holds you that way as he thrusts into you, your body shaking the table along with you in the impeccable force. You look at the devil glowing, his black shirt half done in your presence, his eyes so dark you could see hell itself in them.

He spanks your arse. Once and then, again and then, again and then, again till your face is red and tears are streaming down. You can barely feel your rear or your lower half as Felix fucks into you, barely stopping. In a minute, he lets go of his hold on your wrists and you collapse forward, face sideways and your breasts are moving against the cloth beneath. The cross falls over to the side with the movement and Felix is delighted.

"What a good girl for the devil," he coos. "I'll corrupt you. Ruin you. Make you mine. I'll corrupt you and infiltrate your thoughts to a point where you cannot live without me. Where you cannot live without me fucking hell into you."

He grabs your arse hardly, carressing it and continues, "Scream as loud as you want. Scream so loud through the very thing that holds the stupid chalice. Make God mad. Make God furious. Allow me to do that as I fuck his favorite child stupid in his own fucking home."

His hand runs up your back before he wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it and lightly lifting you up with that hold. You sputter out into the cloth your mouth is stuffed with and Felix pulls out for a short while, so short that you barely remember before he thrusts back into you with a force that makes your eyes roll back as he hits a spot so deep in you that you didn't even know it was possible.

"I'll fuck you all night long on this altar until you are left so dumb; until all you can think of is my cock," he leans forward, his eyes locking with yours.

"Until you worship the devil himself."

Nothing but a gasp has time to pass through your lips before he’s pressed against them, nipping and licking until he gains the entrance he seeks. He kisses you hard, deep, tongue swirling like it won’t be satisfied until it knows every inch of your mouth. Hips rolling, you reach to pull him down, closer, always closer - until he’s lain atop of you, knees wedged between your own. 

Trailing from your pout, he sucks at your throat, biting the spot he knows makes you weak until it blooms in violet. “The kid still taking good care of you?” he rasps, lips forming the words against tender skin. 

The kid. It takes your brain a moment to work through the thickened lust and comprehend the words, the puzzle piece finally clicking in place. Ah, he means his colleague, Jungkook. The one he assigned to watch over you in his absence, to guard and protect,  to make sure you wanted for nothing. 

You were fond of Jungkook, that was certain. His big brown eyes were wide and always dancing with mischief, and between that and his charming smile, he was hard to resist. Friendship occurred naturally, and you found yourself seeking him out more and more as time went on. Tasks you previously enjoyed alone, you now did with Jungkook at your side - his humor and wit the perfect addition to the metonity of the daily grind. The truth was that in Yoongi’s absence, Jungkook was a welcomed familiar face, and you felt yourself growing close to him in a way you hadn’t expected. 

Smiling, your fingers find the soft dark strands at his nape. “Yes, he is still taking good care of me, just like you asked.” 

“Good.”

“Sometimes I wish he’d take better care of me, if you know what I mean, but I guess it’ll do-”

A sharp sting at your neck had you yelping once more, a laugh already at the tip of your tongue. Instead of rage or jealousy, mirth glows in Yoongi’s lust blown gaze. “If that’s what you want, I’m sure it could be arranged. The kid certainly wouldn’t complain.”

Eyes widening, you glare at the man above you, mouth agape. You’re stuttering through a response when he interrupts, pulling away from your throat to peer down at you. “But we both know that’s not what you really want, is it?”

The smile on his face is maddening, wide and genuine, all gums and hidden secrets. Fire lights low in your belly, and you have the sudden urge to prove yourself to the powerful man above you. 

It only takes a well placed leg around his hips and a strong tug of your wrist to change your positions, legs now straddling his lap as you earn the higher ground. A small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that you have only achieved this because he allowed you to, but you shove it away. 

“Oh yeah? And what is it that I really want?”

A warm palm slides up your legs to the back of your thighs, toying dangerously at the apex, just under the hem of your large sleep shirt. Breath catching, you close your eyes to the touch, drunk on lithe fingers and a tell tale hardness pressed to the inside of your thigh. 

He watches you then; the way you slow blink until your eyes roll back, the purse of your pout as you sigh out a whisper of his name, brow creasing slightly when he raises his hips to press against your tender heat. Every single inch of you was art, beautiful poetry, and it was easy for Yoongi to get lost in his thoughts as he let you settle over him like a new skin. 

It’s as he ghosts one long digit over the wetness clinging to your core that he speaks again. “You want me to touch you, right here,” his thumb swipes against your clit, punctuating his words as you mewl. “You want me to touch you here with my hands and my mouth until you come, until you’re ready to take my cock.” 

Whining, you drop your head to his shoulder, allowing your focus to fall to the smooth glide of your pelvis against his own. You’re too worked up to answer, instead dragging your lips in a mirror image of the bruises he had left on your throat, hoping he would heal slow enough to let the love bites take root. 

“Hmm, is that what you want, love? Want me to ruin you, fuck you so good you can’t even think about another man, can’t imagine them touching you?” 

It was with his final word that he spun you again, moving so quickly you barely had time to register the switch until you were pressed faced down in the mattress, hips pulled to rest with your ass in the air. 

He leans over you, the hardness pressed against your ass now free of any fabric - when did he take those off? - naked and warm and demanding attention. His body covers yours, lips ghosting at the shell of your ear. “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make sure everyone knows who you belong to, who you will rule beside.” 

Biting your lip to suppress your moan, you rock back against him, seeking the friction your body so desperately required, fully intoxicated on your want, your need for him. It was like you had been made perfectly for him, a simple word or hint of a gesture enough to have you dripping and ready for more.

Always so perfect for him.

Ripping away your panties, his fingers glide over your silk core, dipping in just enough to hear you gasp. You didn’t want to play games, didn’t want to drag this out - just wanted him, all of him inside of you. 

“Yoongi, please, I’m ready-” a swipe against your engorged bundle of nerves causes you to keen, head lolling forward. “I need you inside me, please, please-”

With a groan, he pulls his hips back, sliding inside of you with the ease of being welcomed home. His fingers remained at your apex, swirling and pinching in time with his slow thrusts, the suddenness of being so full causing your knees to shake.

His remaining free hand travels up and down your spine, pausing for brief moments to hold you in place for his assault against your body, before returning up to your throat to wrap around with a gentle squeeze. He was everywhere, lips and teeth and hands, surrounding and suffocating you with the sweetest poison, the greatest addiction. You couldn’t get enough, being filled with him and yet wanting more, always wanting more.

Yoongi’s moans were softer, lower, but the sound still caused goosebumps to raise on your arms, his pleasured grunts and praise enough to send you over the edge without a single touch from him. Part of you wonders if that’s just some of his appeal, a piece of his power over you, but you know regardless of his status, you would have fallen for Yoongi long ago. 

Picking up the pace, he slams his pelvis into you repeatedly, furiously pistoning in and out of you while never losing rhythm. A skilled and attentive lover, always making sure you were a breath away from crumbling for him, curses and his name always ready on the tip of your tongue. 

“Tell me, love. What are you thinking about, hmm?” 

His voice is black velvet, and you clench at the words, turning your head so you could pant out a response. He never slows, fingers still rubbing mewls out of you, cock lodged deep within your aching cunt. 

“I’m thinking about you, Yoongi. How ah- amazing you are. How much I love you.” 

As if that was the phrase he was waiting to hear, he hisses, a mumble of your name echoing in the room. Through closed eyes, you feel the room darkening, a sudden shadow casting over your form, and a grin pulls at your lips.

His wings.

You always loved when he showed them, let them unfurl and expand until there was no mistaking what he was, who he was. They were bigger than you had expected, feathers a deep inky black that reflected blue and purple in the right light, like a beautiful oil spill. He tended to keep them hidden, his power abundant enough that it could be done without more than a mere thought, but when he let them show, when he let down the invisible wall - it meant he was comfortable. He was at ease. He felt he could be himself, with you. 

The thought made your heart swell. 

Craning your neck, he was a vision behind you - chest naked and glistening, twilight strands of his hair in disarray and matted against his forehead, lips kiss bitten and swollen. His eyes however weren’t closed, instead sharp gaze was focused on your face, your body, as his wings open and expand to their full glory. He was every embodiment of otherworldly, truly an angel, your angel, your fallen prince.

His hips falter when his eyes land on yours, when he sees how intently you stare at him. Adoration floods his veins, his desire to give you the world to rule as you see fit only second to the overwhelming need to protect you, love you. 

“I love you too, baby.” he husks, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His fingers that had been pressed to your fevered heat seemed to double in speed, your eyes snapping closed against the pleasure. “Come for me, love. I need you to come for me.”

You were so close, the precipice within your reach, his utterances only hurtling you towards the end. It was when he leaned over your body once more, lips suckling at the soft space where your neck and shoulder met, his wings cocooning your tangled forms that you finally felt the band in your belly snap, orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You could feel how hard you were clenching him, the way your thighs began to shake under his punishing movement, and you let out a final cry of his name.

“Yoongi-!”

The high pitched hum had him spilling inside of you,  slowing to pump you full of him with staccato thrusts and groans of his own. When he was sure you were entrenched in nothing but him and his scent, he collapsed, sticky body laying on top of your own, his wings slowly moving to wrap you fully. 

Moments like this were some of your favorites, silence with the exception of tandem pants and gasps for air, hearts thrumming fiercely in your chests as they struggle to return to normal. Yoongi was always tender, almost delicate in how he handled you, but in the minutes after showing you his love with his body he became exceptionally so. Cooing, he dotes over you, pressing soft open mouthed kisses on every available inch of skin as you catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry, you know.” His voice is a whisper, but his eyes are sharp, watching. “For always being gone, for leaving you here alone. I know Jungkook helps some, but it’s not the same as me just being here, and I wish-”

Leaning forward, you shush him with your lips against his. “It’s okay, Yoongi. I understand why you’re busy, why you’re gone. You’re the King of Hell. Your people, your fellow Fallen - they need you.” 

Raising a hand, you trace the delicate lines of his jaw, his lips. “I need you too, of course. But I can always wait until you're done,” He turns his face into your touch until you’re cupping his cheek, thumb smoothing his temple. “I’ll always wait for you.” 

Yoongi smiles then, one of his face changing, soul warming smiles, his wings raising to slowly fold against his back. He wants to tell you that he’d give it all up if you asked, walk away from any responsibility, any promise of power, if only you required him to never leave your bed. He wants to weep at your feet, tell you all the ways you changed his blackened heart, his damned soul. 

Instead, he rests his forehead against yours, a final promise spoken in the air between you.