#sub taeyong

For the first time, Professor Lee Taeyong drew a blank. He was an intelligent man with the wisdom and patience of an elder. No matter what people asked him, Taeyong would have a quick answer.

When his close friend and TA Kun showed up to class with a noticeable limp, Taeyong was concerned.

At first, Taeyong brushed it off as a good night. They were unmated adults, so what was the harm in having a little fun?

The more he thought about it, the less likely it got. Kun isn't the type to fool around like that, especially not before work.

A week passed, and Taeyong's concern grew. Although Kun got better at hiding it, Taeyong saw how he winced every time he moved too much. Not only that, but the limp never seemed to go away. Kun isn't big on sex and isn't in heat, either. They'd have to be fucking like rabbits for him to be sore all week.

Strange, huh? Taeyong sighed, shoving a few papers in his bag, and glanced at the clock. Five hours after his last class. Kun had left a little before that to meet you for tutoring. Speaking of which, how was that going?

Taeyong's stuck uncomfortably as he plays a game of never have I ever with a group of friends: Johnny, Kun, Doyoung, Taeil, Ten- you know, the usual.

Personally, Taeyong did find it a little childish. A bunch of thirty-year-olds getting drunk over a game of “Never Have I Ever” sounded stupid.

At first, the questions were innocent. The drunker they got, the more sexual the questions became.

“My turn!” Says Haechan, Taeil’s little brother. He's the only one that's still attending college.

“Never have I ever... Kissed a student?”

Taeyong frowns. What kind of question was that? They’d never-

Ten laughs and pours himself a shot. Right after he drinks it, he pours another and smiles mischievously.

“I think there's someone else that should drink here.” He says and hands it to Kun, whose eyes are wide with disbelief.

Collective gasps fill the room. Taeyong’s jaw drops.

“Wait, whaaaaat?” Johnny said.

“Kun, don't let Ten defame you like that!” Taeyong exclaims, turning to Kun’s flustered face. “You didn’t, right?”

Instead of denying it, Kun sighs in defeat, taking the shot.

“How’d you know?” He asks.

Ten scoffs. “I didn't even think you were trying to hide it! Your obvious limp, attachment to them, and weekly ‘tutoring’ sessions are all dead giveaways. Their place reeks of strawberries.”

Kun buries his head into his hands, mortified. Taeyong looks around, confused as to why everyone was being so casual about this.

“Hold on, who are you guys talking about?” Haechan asks, now wondering if he knows who they're talking about, but Ten waves him off.

The game is forgotten as the night continues, and everyone becomes wasted. Everyone except Taeyong, that is. Most of the others had gone to sleep, and he was stuck with a drunken Haechan.

“Oh, man.” Haechan groaned, stretched out on the couch. “I can't believe I'm spending my weekend with a bunch of old men.”

Taeyong can't even bring himself to be offended. His mind is already on something else.

You and Kun. Kun and you.

Although he was against it, Taeyong wouldn't report something like that yet. You were both adults, so it technically wasn't wrong. The issue was that it was affecting Kun’s performance. He wasn't as diligent in class and spent way too much time by your side. Taeyong was convinced that you were coaxing Kun into it for better grades, and he was about to put a stop to it.

You smiled as you sat in Taeyong’s office. His smile appeared slightly strained.

You took a look around the office. It was a decent size and relatively neat. Bookshelves lined the blank wall and a miniature lava lamp sat on his desk.

“How are things going with Mr. Qian?” Taeyong asked, starting lightly.

“It’s going great,” you respond honestly. “He's a very thorough teacher.”

Taeyong frowns. He's going to get this confession out of you.

“I see that you have a very nice... relationship.”

You hum in response. “I guess you could say that.”

Silence fills the air and you begin to understand what this is about. Your dismissive expression morphs into something serious. Taeyong grows uncomfortable as your gaze pierces him.

He suddenly becomes hyper-aware of your scent, overpowering his own. The omega in him struggles to ignore the faint smell of mandarin oranges and freshly cut wood, deep and arousing.

Taeyong wants to bang his head on the table. Damn him and his stupid omega body. He continues the questions, eager to get this over with.

“I just don't understand why you need to do this. I feel like it’s more beneficial to study.” He confesses.

Your eyes narrow. “Are you accusing me of sleeping my way through your class?”

Taeyong sighs. There isn't a way to sugarcoat it. “I'm not accusing you...”

“Well, rest assured that I and Mr. Qian’s relationship has nothing to do with my grades.” You say, defending yourself.

Taeyong stands and leans over his desk. “I'm sorry, but there is no reason for you to be doing it otherwise.”

You stand too, leaning closer to him. “Why don't you loosen up a bit, Mr. Lee?”

Taeyong takes a step forward, refusing to back down. All of his professionalism goes out the window. “You have everyone falling at your feet. What could you possibly be doing for all this attention?”

You inch closer, looking him in the eyes. If you were thinking logically, you would've sat down and avoided being kicked out of the class.

“I swear.” He continues, glaring at you. “If you even had the chance to try me, I doubt that you’d earn a better grade.”

You scoff, now centimeters away from his face. “And if I win you over?”

It surprises both of you when Taeyong envelops your lips in a kiss. Just as he realizes what he’s done, you pull him closer, kissing him back. Your hand meets his crotch, and he pulls away quickly, eyes wide in disbelief, but the damage is done.

“I can still leave before this becomes something we’ll both regret.” You tell him.

Taeyong hesitates. He was genuinely curious, and he had two hours before his next class. If he let you do what you were about to, it could provide him with valuable information as to why you were so popular. If it was for research, there wasn't a problem, right?

When you're met with no response, you turn away. You open the door a little before a hand grabs your wrist.

His breath catches in his throat for a few moments, as his mind suddenly goes blank. His face is as red as a tomato, and suddenly, it’s a lot harder for him to stay calm and composed. He tugs on your sleeve as he speaks out, his voice shaking, clearly full of nerves.

“Show me what you can do.” He whispers.

That’s all it takes for you to grab him by the waist and crash your lips against his.

Taeyong whimpers as you unbutton his shirt. You pull away from him, breathing heavily. The door is still cracked open, but that can wait. You know that no one was on this floor of the building around this time. All the other teachers and students had classes.

You sit him in a chair before removing his pants and leaving them on the floor.

“Bend over that desk for me.” You say.

He complies eagerly, knocking over a small cup of pencils. His white panties are positively soaked, turning slightly see-through. Biting your lip, you move closer. Taeyong’s brain goes foggy because fuck, this is happening.

You kneel to grab him and inhale his clothed pussy. He releases more of his scent, driving you crazy.

His scent is mostly tart and fruity blackberries, complimented by husky cedar wood and the floral undertone of bay leaves. It's by far the most masculine scent you've smelled from an omega, but that only makes you more aroused.

Taeyong seems to sense your fascination with his scent and mewls when he feels you nudge your nose against his underwear.

“Eager, are we?” You laugh, slowly taking his panties off.

He whines as you pull them down to his ankles before licking his cunt. His taste is somewhat stronger than his scent if that’s even possible. You don't wait before you slip your tongue into his entrance, tasting his walls. A hand reaches up to rub his clit in small circles.

The sensation lights a fire in Taeyong's stomach, sparks coming off of it in little bursts of pleasure. The contrast between your hot tongue and the cold air of the office makes him shudder.

To your surprise, Taeyong is a moaner. He's so absurdly loud that despite there being nobody on this floor, you wouldn't be surprised if someone heard him.

Replacing your tongue with fingers for a moment, you tut.

“Shush, pretty. People are gonna hear you.”

Getting back to work, you continue to please him. Taeyong flushes, quickly covering his mouth with his hands. He desperately tries to silence his noises, the sound music to your ears. In exchange, you delve deeper, savoring every bit of his nectar. A muffled cry escapes him as he cums around your tongue. You lap up all of his juices, not leaving a single drop.

When you pull away, Taeyong pushes his ass out more. He says a few words you can’t understand, but then it clicks.

“More?” You ask, smirking.

You see what he wants, but you can’t fuck him yourself. It takes much longer to stop cumming when you’re buried deep inside a cunt like his- the body knows you’re trying to breed. You can tell that Taeyong knows this as well.

Halting your actions for a brief moment, you ask him a question.

“Do you have any toys around?”

“No, but...” He starts, then pauses.

“But?” You inquire, wondering what he would say.

“The lamp...”

You turn to your left, eyes landing on the lava lamp sitting on his desk, unbothered.

Taeyong starts to burn up, a blush painting his cheeks.

“I knew the prestigious Mr. Lee was just a desperate slut.” You tease, reaching for the pink and orange lamp.

You slide it between his folds, watching the tip grow wetter as Taeyong leaks in anticipation. A soft gasp escapes his lips once more as reality sinks in. Even knowing what's coming, he can't help but blush again.

The gasps turn into moans when you thrust it in without warning. You slowly fuck him with the top, inching closer to the middle with each thrust. Even though your thrusts are slow, Taeyong can feel the stretch.

Eventually, you reach the middle, the widest part of the lamp. You watch as it disappears inside of him, stretching him open.

As soon as he’s a centimeter past that point, you pull out your dick, dripping with precum. You begin to jerk yourself off before harshly thrusting the rest of the lamp into Taeyong, hitting his G-spot.

The only part of the lamp that isn’t in him is the metal base you use to control the lamp, thrusting it into him.

Taeyong whines as you thrust at a snail’s pace, intentionally missing his sweet spot before pulling out until only the tip remained inside him. You watch in amusement as he desperately tries to fuck himself onto the makeshift dildo.

“Aw, poor baby.” You say mockingly. “Stupid slut will fuck anything, won’t she?”

Taeyong whimpers, shaking his head no. Despite his protests, his hips continued to roll against the lamp, desperate for satisfaction.

“You say no, but your body says otherwise.”

You pull out completely. Tears begin to form in Taeyong’s eyes.

“I suppose that’s all sluts like you are good for.” You say, thrusting the lamp into him mercilessly.

He moans, tears falling from both stimulation and shame, his whole body shaking and quivering from the intense sensations that were running throughout his body. He tried his best to hold in the moans, but the most primal and basic of noises escaped him.

“With a body like that, you could seduce anyone.” You continue as Taeyong’s moans grow louder despite his hands. His body and thoughts are both burning hot, endlessly aroused by your actions.

“That’s why you got the job, right? Sleeping with dozens of old men? Whoring yourself out to students and begging them to fuck your omega cunt?”

Taeyong cries out in humiliation. I’m not a whore! He wants to yell, but arousal pools in his stomach, and slick gushes out every time you degrade him.

You lean over the desk, whispering in his ear. “I could leave you in class like this. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Bent over for all your beloved students to breed you until you're full of hundreds of pups like the cocksleeve you are?”

Just like that, Taeyong is clenching around the lamp, thighs pressing together. He swears that he saw stars when his orgasm hit him, stifling a scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over, enveloping him in a burning fire of desire. His climax seems to startle him, a most yelling at the sudden and abrupt feeling.

Pulling the lamp out, it doesn’t take long for you to jerk off at the sight. Taeyong’s whimpers paired with his used body push you over the edge, releasing all over his used pussy with a soft moan. Even though you didn’t fuck him, there was still an absurd amount of cum. You pull his panties up a bit before shooting the remaining sperm into the crotch of his underwear.

Taeyong pants heavily, unable to move from his position. You grab your phone from your pocket, taking a video of the ridiculous scene.

His nameplate is visible, placed next to his ass. “Lee Taeyong, Ph.D.,” it says, written in a fancy font.

You caress his smooth legs, making your way up to his hole before zooming in. He whimpers as you lazily finger your release into his cunt, making sure to get it in deep.

The man sucks in a breath as you pull his cum-soaked panties back on him before flipping him over. After snapping a couple more pictures of his disheveled appearance, the phone is discarded on the table.

You hear a peculiar sound, jerking your head to look at the door. Before you can properly look, Taeyong wraps his arms around your neck, gazing at you with glossy eyes.

“Kiss me. Please.” He pleads, leaning into your touch.

You grab his tiny waist, kissing him in a way that felt much more sensual than anything you’d done earlier. More of his tart scent releases, captivating you.

He practically melts, a shiver going down his spine as he tastes himself on your tongue. He’s never been this needy for someone, and he isn't sure it's a good thing.

Taeyong whines when you pull away. Desperate for your attention, he grinds himself against your now-clothed cock. The cum in his underwear presses uncomfortably against his skin.

“Is my little girl still worked up? What a cockslut.” You tease, hand placed on his thigh. “I'd love to stay longer, but your class is in 20 minutes.”

Taeyong groans in response, nearly fucked dumb. You toss him his pants, not sparing him a second glance. His heart hammers in his chest as you leave, the sudden ache in his legs growing more prominent.

It's nearly midnight, but Taeyong is still wide awake. His fingers moved in and out of his soaked pussy, dirty, wet noises filling the room. He bites down on his dirtied panties to stay quiet, the taste of his slick and your bitter cum spreading across his tongue.

Your degrading words and lustful touch play on repeat in his head, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, imagining calloused hands on his smooth skin. The hands groped him all over, treating him as if he were a toy. Your hands are all over his body, feeling him, pleasing him.

Taeyong's eyes are glazed over when he cums at the mere thought of you touching him, his release trickling down his trembling thighs. Still, he plunges his wet digits into his sensitive cunt until he's almost faded. It's only then that he absent-mindedly takes the panties from his mouth, rising with shaky legs to clean himself up in shame.

The next morning, you open your laptop to find your most recent assignment returned to you, an A+ in the place where your B- was the day before.

“I know you, but I also know him,” he replied. Well, for what was possible. Demons and angels didn’t share the same places. They were forced to live in the darkness of the underworld while the others flew in the blinding light of paradise. Even if there was a grey zone, most of the angels despised them to their core — they were so full of themselves, Johnny couldn’t stand them — and demons avoided meeting them anyway, there was no denying that angels could kill them with ease, the powers of some species had nothing on what the demons had.

But voices ran anyway, and getting to Taeyong was impossible. He was a Seraphim, the closest angel to God. Their whole existence was for worshipping Him and everything He did. And it was true that out of all the other Seraphim he was one of the few God let out on missions, his pure heart too precious to don’t be used to bring humans on the right track again, but there was no way he was going to be corrupted. 

“He’s the only one dumb enough to don’t be afraid to come close to us,” she replied, finally picking the bold fit she was going to wear, looking in the mirror, and watching her long, black tail swing behind her. 

Well, it was true. He did try to talk with some of them sometimes, no matter how visibly disgusted by their needs he was. But in the end, he was pure, curious, and fascinated by what the other side of the medal offered. 

“He won’t come close to you.” 

“Are you sure?” She asked, extracting a dagger from her thigh, watching his face contort in disbelief, and curling her lips into a smirk. 

Her scream pierced through the woods, loud and clear to be heard for miles. Heaven’s gates were far away from where she was laying, partially covered in blood, panting, and crying, but he wasn’t. 

She knew Taeyong had a mission. Haechan, her dearest messenger angel, let her know. And to get to heaven he had to pass there, in the woods of the middle ground. And he couldn’t ignore a suffering soul — as damned as she was, she was still a soul, right? 

After what felt like ages, she heard the bushes rustle and a light breeze on her skin followed by a bright golden light.  

“Are you alright?” Taeyong’s voice was light and delicate, it sounded like a melody and she usually detested that sound on other angels, but other angels weren’t him. As much as he was the purest being in heaven — second to God, but she couldn’t care much about Him — he was one of the few that didn’t look at them up and down. 

“No,” she cried, eyes looking at the ground, hands clasping at her scarred thigh to stop the blood from flowing freely. 

Taeyong looked around; he hated that place. It wasn’t Hell and it wasn’t Heaven, it was a scary ground where anything could happen. And he knew the figure in front of him was a demon, but he couldn’t just leave her alone at anyone’s mercy. Demons were different, some only craved sex, some craved blood, and some only pushed people toward sin, and he knew when they got bored they weren’t afraid to use each other for fun. 

“We need to go somewhere safe,” he said, looking down at the covered demon. She seemed to be a succubus, nothing further from his beliefs and ideals, but he couldn’t leave her there. “You’re bleeding,” he whispered, noticing her cut flesh as he lifted her from the ground, feeling a rush when they touched. 

“I know a place.” 

“Guide me.” 

She smirked under the cap, He was going to be so easy to win. 

“I can’t enter Hell,” he said as soon as they reached the board, the black and purple doors standing big and gloomy at the frontier. 

“Please, I’m hurt, I can’t walk.” 

Taeyong sighed and with one swift look around he passed the gate. It wasn’t forbidden, it just wasn’t a smart move. And God wasn’t waiting for him to come back just yet, technically he wasn’t disobeying Him. 

After a few minutes, that to him felt like an eternity, they reached what looked like a castle. 

“Is this the place?” 

She nodded, trying to still keep her head low and then grunted, she wasn’t even faking the pain, she actually stabbed herself for this. But it seemed to be working, he was walking straight into the trap, he was going to fall. 

And Taeyong suspected nothing, he surely didn’t like this, and this wasn’t the night he had imagined, he wanted to arrive back to God’s side as soon as possible and worship Him after yet another mission that succeeded, but he couldn’t don’t help someone in need. He was an angel, he was good. 

So he didn’t stop and thought much when she guided him to a bedroom, expensive silk, velvet and ruby stones adorning the place. 

“I can cure your cut,” he said, laying her against the mattress. 

“Oh, I know you can,” she replied, exposing the skin of her thigh. 

He gulped when his eyes fell on the red flesh. “Are you a succubus?” 

“Is that a problem? I’m literally bleeding, I’m not trying to seduce you, but well, if a small portion of exposed skin has that effect on you…” It was going to be easier than expected. Maybe Taeyong being just too pure was a good thing. 

“I won’t fall from grace, I just know your nature,” he replied, sitting on the bed next to her. “I can help you, and I will.” He moved the long cloak and pulled the cut fabric of her skin-tight pants away. “It will burn… a lot, our nature goes against each other and it will probably leave a scar, but it will stop the bleeding.” 

“Are you going to use Holy Water on me?” She asked, snapping her eyes. That wasn’t something she considered. “That will kill me.” 

“It won’t. But no, I won’t use it. Just, trust me.” 

Trusting an angel, absurd. They were more invidious than they looked. So good and kindhearted and then if a demon was dying at their feet they would’ve walked past them. But he didn’t. He was the closest to God and he walked all the way there to her bedroom, kind or dumb, he was there. So maybe the rumours were true. He was the purest angel Heaven had ever seen. 

And she was going to stain him with sin. 

But he was still an angel, and unfortunately for her, angels were amongst the most powerful beings walking in Heaven. Especially Seraphim, probably the only ones more powerful were Archangels. 

She nodded, and then closed her eyes, waiting for him to heal her cut. His hands felt soft at the touch but as soon as a blinding light started coming from his fingers she felt a piercing pain run through her. 

“It’s over,” he said after a few seconds. “It’s healed.” 

She looked over at her thigh, a small wound replaced the cut and no more blood covered her skin. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I should give you a favour back.” 

Taeyong shook his head. “No, no, I’ll leave. I can’t stay here.” 

She rolled her eyes and then walked off the bed to stand between him and the door. “Scared of me? So, it’s true that angels hate other species so much. Thought you were supposed to be kind to everybody.” 

Taeyong coughed and tried to look behind the cape, but it still covered half of her face, crimson red lips the only things he could see. “I don’t hate you, but I don’t sin and don’t associate myself with souls that do it. I’m a Seraphim, my job is to praise God in all His almighty and I shouldn’t be here.” 

“Boo, that’s so boring, doing so much for your boss that sends you on earth to save silly humans from the fucked up things they chose to do,” she teased, twirling around a string of her coat.

The angel rolled his eyes. “Don’t use those words. And He’s not my boss, it’s different. Humans need help, finding the light in that world can be hard, and I’m glad I can help.” 

“I also help them find the light,” she smirked, tail swinging behind her.  

“You help them find sin and fall into temptations.” 

“They summon me, I’m their favourite,” she bragged. How much light she had sucked… eternity was by now a sure thing for her. “You and I will outlive everybody here with my soul count.” 

“We won’t meet again. I respect you, but I need to go, probably to help the humans you and your kind pushed into sin.” 

“You know you can’t save the soul of a sinner that sold their soul to the devil. Not everything is under your control or the one of your boss.” 

“My boss recognizes the ones that are truly redeemed of their mistakes and will save them.”

“Yes, and then sends the others down here. How kind.” 

Taeyong huffed and glared at her. “I have to go.” 

“You can’t leave me like this.” 

“I won’t spend a moment more here,” he retorted but his voice was shaking. Was he losing his powers? Was the underworld weakening him? 

She rolled her eyes and then walked to the door, body stopping him from walking past it. 

“It’s so rude to decline an invitation,” she cooed. 

The angel gulped, feeling his body getting weaker around her. He had been around succubi and incubi before, but nobody ever made him feel like this. 

“Fine,” he gave up. “But be quick.” 

A smile of victory curled her full lips as she got up from the door and reached her hand out for him to take. “Perfect,” she smiled. “There’s something I want you to try.” 

Taeyong knew he should’ve gotten up and left. He wasn’t sure to be weakened by these creatures’ powers, but with the devil, you can never be sure enough. Yet, he felt stuck there. 

There was something about her that seemed nice. A characteristic that should’ve made him stay on his toes even more. 

He didn’t judge them. 

Angels and demons have different natures. And perdition is such an easy road to get lost in. So he couldn’t blame them if they fell down that road.

“Are you listening to me?” She asked, shaking him out of his thoughts. 

“I, mmh, no, I wasn’t, sorry,” he replied, looking at her, studying her features attentively. 

“I was asking about your job,” she said, sitting in front of him and filling his cup with a liquid, he had no idea what it was, it was red, and smelled nice. 

Taeyong fought back the urge to roll his eyes again, and only answered, “It’s not a job, it’s something that goes deeper than that.” 

“Yeah,” she replied, rolling her eyes, “whatever. You care about filling heaven with poor souls that redeemed themselves, I care about fucking them and becoming immortal, I don’t care about the details,” she stopped, lips lifting in a smirk. “Unless you want to know the details.” 

He blushed, choking on the drink. 

“The unholy things you do should never be heard by a Seraphim ear.” 

She smirked, cocking her head to the side and he had no idea when she shifted closer to him, he only felt her fingers graze his shoulder and jolted. 

“Please, don’t drag others into damnation.” 

“Damnation,” she huffed with a move of the hand to dismiss the heaviness of the accusation, “why is pleasure a sin in the first place?” 

“It’s carnal pleasure. It’s something you don’t need. Superficial. There are many other joys in life, and even after death if you follow the light of God during your trip to earth.” 

She wanted to gag, but to have some decency, she didn’t. Yes, their same old tales. The same tales that she heard when she was a teenager in 1779 and was considered a witch because — along with many other reasons — she enjoyed sex. She always found it so infuriating how women didn’t have to enjoy it, but just suffer; a sick, sick concept. So being there, ‘burning’ in the pits of hell and seeking lust to survive wasn’t a punishment for her. 

“So, I also guess that your Almighty and most Merciful God sends already built babies on earth,” she pouted, a mocking edge in her voice while her gaze dared him.  

Taeyong sighed, taking a deep breath. “That’s not sex, that’s procreation.” 

“Yeah, that’s funny,” she laughed loudly, shaking her head before adding, “got a girl pregnant once.” 

“You can’t,” he whispered, blushing at her lustful words, his confidence faltering against hers.   

“You have no idea of the things I can do,” she smirked. “And by the way, there’s nothing worse than mechanic sex done just to procreate.” 

“It’s two people loving each other bringing another light of God on earth but I don’t expect you to understand,” he retorted promptly, shaking his head to wipe away the effect she was having on him.  

“I don’t expect you to care either,” she said, and he quirked a brow. “I was murdered by my arranged husband because I didn’t want to give him a child. I was murdered because the rumours running in town saying I was a wicked witch manipulating ladies’ husbands to fuck with me got in my husband’s head. Well, keep in mind I did all that before being forced to marry him. And also keep in mind that those husbands crawled to me. So why should I cry now? Why should I don’t find joy in people calling me just to feel something?” 

Taeyong didn’t say a word. He didn’t know. He knew that most incubi and succubi were created by Satan Himself, but he had no idea normal people could turn into one. 

“Why was I sent here and not up there?” She asked. “Why did your God turn his back on me and left me here? My husband’s hands stained with blood are not rotting in hell. He begged for forgiveness. He stuck a knife into my chest while I was sleeping and couldn’t even try to defend myself, but he begged, and he pleaded, and he…” she had to stop, this wasn’t where she wanted the conversation to go. Her past was in the past, far back in the timeline, and she still couldn’t let that have a hold on her. But it hurt nonetheless when she thought how unfair it had been.  

“I’m sorry,” Taeyong whispered, swearing that for a split second, he could see vulnerability in her eyes. 

“Nothing to be sorry about,” she said, gulping. 

“But why you didn’t ask for forgiveness too? God is generous, He would’ve let you in.” 

“I don’t care about going to Heaven, I just wanted him to be here too. I mean, I had my fair amount of fun haunting him at night, but it still wasn’t enough to make him pay for all he did to me. But as I said, I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about you.” 

“About me?” 

“Yeah, the most devoted God’s angel. How does it feel?” 

“You wouldn’t get it,” he replied, eyeing the clock, wondering if in Hell time moved slower, standing up to leave. 

“Stay,” she said, and he could feel a shift in the air around him, but he had no idea what it was. “Please,” her eyes turned softer. “It gets lonely down here.” 

The Seraphim swallowed hard, feeling a vibration in his bones as he locked his eyes into hers. There was something about her that was calling him, but he couldn’t answer. “Can’t you go on earth and have some fun?” 

“If they don’t summon me, I rarely can. And I don’t want that kind of fun… not with them at least,” she whispered the last words. 

Taeyong sighed, rubbing two fingers on his temples and sitting again, making her smirk. “Don’t you feel guilty?” 

“Guilty?” 

“When you spend your nights with them and hear their screams of pain and you know you’re taking a bit of light from them, their sweet time coming away with you.” 

“Trust me, their screams are of everything but pain,” she replied, sipping on her glass again. “But how could you know, right? I bet you never felt something like that in life.” 

“You bring pain and perdition.” 

“I bring pleasure and perdition,” she replied, winking and clicking her tongue. “Never wondered why I’m the best?” 

Taeyong wanted to answer that it wasn’t his business, he did what he could, but he had no control over the underground, that was the rule if they wanted Heaven and Hell to get along. So even if he heard voices about her, he didn’t dwell on them.

And he knew he shouldn’t have had those thoughts, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t so surprised that she was so famous and good at what she did. Her black siren eyes with long lashes that fluttered so nicely every time she blinked. Her full lips lightly curled in a teasing smirk. Her long black hair falling in waves on her shoulders. The burgundy horns that peeked from her head, standing straight before curling just at the tip. And lastly, her long tail, curving so perfectly he couldn’t even find it gross. 

“Are you still with me?” She asked. And once again she was standing so close to him, too close to him, her fingers under his chin. When their eyes met, Taeyong felt all his certainty fall to the ground. 

This was wrong. 

This was so wrong. 

This was a sin. 

The worst sin he could ever commit. 

The biggest pain he could’ve brought to His God. 

And yet he closed his eyes and leaned in. 

And when their lips met, a bolt resonated through Hell, as the storm started racing outside. 

And that made him pull away, falling on the floor, shaking his head, feeling too dizzy. 

“I should — I should really leave.” 

“It’s raining,” she pointed out, walking toward him, and towering over him. 

“I can shield myself from rain, there’s nothing wrong with it.” 

“I think you should stay,” she said before her wings spread from her back, wide and black with crimson red dripping down. “You’re safe here. My wings will shield you.” 

“God can’t reach here anyway,” he whispered, and it was more of a personal realization. God was absent from Hell. Hell was submersed in perdition, He wasn’t there. He couldn’t see him, and He couldn’t save him. 

And he, Taeyong, his dearest angel, was starting to think about Him less and less. 

“Scream it,” she said, lifting his chin again, watching as a drop of tear fell from his eyes. “Beg for Him to save you. Beg for Him to open his arms and forgive you. Say it, loud and clear, and see yourself if He cares about broken souls.” 

“He does,” Taeyong replied, but his voice was shaking like a leaf, hanging from a branch on the last day of fall, fighting against the harsh winter that wanted to leave no traces behind of the warm season that had been. “This is just the wrong place.” 

“Is it? But if I begged nicely enough, He would’ve let me in, right?” She reminded him of his words, a bitter edge in her tone. “Beg Him to save you.” 

And Taeyong thought about it. Thoughts that never would’ve crossed his brain were filling it, fogging his sanity, drowning his morality. 

“What if I don’t want to be saved?” 

She furrowed, tilting her head to the side. 

“You don’t want to be saved?” 

He nodded, feeling a weird, new sensation creep into his bones. He was feeling hotter, and he was sure it got nothing to do with being in Hell, his chest was raising up and down faster and his pupils were dilated. 

“Well, I don’t mind, I don’t like forcing things out of people, so you would make it all so much easier.” 

Taeyong didn’t reply, he felt stuck, ass still against the floor. 

She smirked, leaning closer, moving his face side to side with her fingers, studying his expression. How ethereal he looked even right now. “You are terrified. Playing with fire?” 

“He won’t find out, right?” 

“You should know Him better than me,” she chuckled, “but no. This is not his playground.” 

She wanted to add that God finding out should’ve been the last of his worries, that his biggest problem right now was her, but she wanted to see him fall deeper and deeper without thinking about the consequences. It was working. Her aura was working on him, just like it worked on every other people she stained before. 

And she never felt more powerful than this. 

“I could tell you wanted to feel good,” she whispered, kissing his neck, making his head fall backwards. “A pretty face like you shouldn’t be deprived of pleasure.” 

When she sat on his lap, Taeyong’s heart faltered and his hands unconsciously moved to wrap around her waist. 

“Oh, angel, learning faster than I expected,” she commented, making her fingers run in his hair and tugging his head back to have more access to his neck. Her teeth grazed the soft white skin, causing him to buck his hips up and let out a soft moan. 

“I — I feel weird,” he whispered, eyes squeezing shut and hands tightening around her body. 

“You feel good,” she reassured him, sucking the skin on his neck, smirking against it when a louder moan rolled out of his lips. “You like it when I suck here?” She asked, doing it again on the same spot. 

“Ye-yes,” he replied, voice airy and weak. “Where are you going?” He asked when she flew away from him, floating in the air. She looked so powerful, and so… captivatingly beautiful. He truly shouldn’t have thought that but it was too late by now and he might’ve as well let himself get lost in her beauty. 

She chuckled, finding it so cute how he was already afraid she would leave him behind. “Come with me,” she said. “You deserve to be fucked in a soft bed, not on the floor.” 

“My — my wings will blind you.” 

She smiled before flying to him and lifting him in her arms, “I’ll carry you then.” 

When Taeyong rested against the bed his brain completely shut down. He had no idea if she was using some sick powers over him, or if he truly had slipped down a treacherous path and was enjoying this more than he should’ve. But whatever it was, it didn’t matter. 

There was something… something he couldn’t describe with words. It was in the way her lips were kissing every inch of his skin while her slim, soft fingers traced his body to get him out of his immaculate, white clothes, leaving him bare and exposed before he could register. 

There was something in the way she was looking at him. Her eyes were intense, but oddly enough, not scary.  

“You truly are God’s most beautiful creation,” she whispered, sharp nails trailing his skin, enough to make him hiss but without leaving scars on him. “God’s most precious, and purest creature.” 

Hearing His name again made Taeyong realize what he was doing. He was still in time, he could’ve left, he was a Seraphim, he had powers that could’ve destroyed her and turned her into ashes to the ground. But he didn’t want to. 

Taeyong didn’t want to leave. 

Taeyong didn’t want to leave her. 

“What a shame I will stain you with sin,” she whispered, leaning close to him again, kissing his lips roughly, teeth sinking into his soft, plump flesh, hard enough to make a droplet of blood roll down his chin.

She smirked, looking at the first draft of the mess she was going to turn him into. Long tongue rolling out to lick the blood. “Holy,” she noted, his blood tasting like God’s wine more than iron. “But it won’t last for long. You look beautiful in red, maybe I should drain more out of you.” 

“No, no, it will kill you.” 

“Worried about me?” 

He only nodded, trying to keep her focus on her and not on the movements her hips were making against his lap. 

She didn’t answer, only another smirk curled up her lips before she was flying on top of him again. Black wings spread open, shielding him and enveloping him with darkness, while her hands moved sensually on her body to get rid of her clothes. 

And once she was uncovered, Taeyong’s mouth parted open. His eyes were stuck on her, following her hands that slowly moved from her round hips to her waist before cupping her breasts, and throwing her head back while her fingers circled her hardening nipples. 

“I’m the Devil’s best creation, aren’t I?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he mindlessly replied, thinking that for how perfect she was, she also could’ve been God’s creation. But when she sat once again on his chest all his thoughts fogged again. 

“I can’t wait to ruin you,” she whispered in his ear, hands moving down to touch him in a place he never even imagined grazing. And yet, here he was, laying in the bed of a Succubus, no, worse, of the most powerful Succubus that walked Hell and earth, with her hands wrapped around his cock, making him feel new sensations. 

“Why — why do I feel like this?” He barely breathed out, eyes wide open, pupils dilated, chest panting as his lungs struggled for air. 

“Why do you feel good?” She asked, the movement of her hand rhythmic and slow, pumping him with no pressure. After all, they had eternity. 

“I — I feel hot. Are you burning me? This is our nature, we can’t — we shouldn’t,” he had no time to complain more because her lips shushed him. Another kiss that not only left him speechless but breathless.  

“We look so good together, Taeyong,” she whispered, hand moving faster, and his head unconsciously rolled back, while out of his lips only moans came out. No more fights or complaints. “And I will show you how well we fit in each other.” 

Taeyong wanted to ask how they could fit when they were so different. Two different poles of two different realities. But all the need for an answer disappeared when her lips started kissing his neck. “Beautiful.” Her voice was sultry, low, and reached him deeply, shaking him to the core, making him smile, loving being called that. Beautiful. Such a human thing to be. In Paradise beauty didn’t matter, it was all about the inside, about the soul. But somehow, he loved being beautiful for her. 

He loved being stripped of his higher entity. Of his immaculate being. Of his non-human being. Of his non-flesh being.

“I’m so glad God created you,” she said, looking into his eyes, seeing their purity and composure dim with each passing second. “I’m so happy you exist.”

“Mhh,” he whimpered, closing his eyes, biting his lips when he felt he couldn’t control those filthy sounds to come out from his lips anymore. 

“Don’t, angel,” she said, fingers freeing his lower lip from between his teeth. “Only I can bite them, only I can make them bleed.” 

So Taeyong let go of himself, face contorting as pleasure seeped into his veins, staining his holy blood.

“That’s right, angel. Don’t think, there are no judgements here. You are safe,” she whispered, lips trailing on his chest, licking his nipples before moving down, wetting his stomach, and reaching the soft layer of hair at the base of his cock. “Safe from anger and cruelty cast upon those who don’t follow Him. You’re safe with me.” 

A groan rolled out of his lips when her mouth wrapped around his cock, not expecting her to do that, not expecting it would… feel so good. 

“What are — what are you doing?” He mumbled, lifting his neck to meet her eyes, stomach twitching when it happened because nobody ever looked at him that way. Both as if they wanted to destroy him and worshipped him at the same time. 

She pulled away with a loud, lewd pop, and then replied, “taking care of you. Making you feel what you deserve to feel.” 

“Ye — yes but this… this looks so dirty and…” 

“And does it matter?” She stopped him, raising a brow, her hand replacing her warm mouth on his hard cock, moving swiftly up and down. “I’m the one that knows what she’s doing, here. Trust me, and don’t think.” 

The Seraphim hummed, letting his body relax against the bed, skin crawling in anticipation as he waited for her to do what she was doing before again. He couldn’t deny how good it felt, it was just weird because he didn’t know what was going on. And ignorance wasn’t something reserved for them. 

Her movements were slow but intense, and her hands caressed his thigh as if she was creating him from scratch, and probably she was. He wasn’t going to be the same Taeyong that crossed the doors of Hell after that night. 

Her lips, her fingers, and herself were changing him, crafting him into something he wasn’t. And yet, for how delicate she was being, he felt like he wasn’t being stripped away of his holiness. 

Right at that moment, he felt like he could be both, damned and holy. 

“You taste so good, angel,” she hummed, warm mouth pulling away from him, hand replacing it swiftly, moving up and down with a steady rhythm. 

“My angel,” she whispered again, moving her lips on the soft skin of his thighs, kissing and brushing, marking him of a faint memory. 

And when her lips were back on him, Taeyong felt religion. 

Her tongue like a remedy for all the ages spent loving in devotion to something intangible. 

Bringing him to a Heaven that had no absolutes. 

Bringing him to a death that brought along a new life. 

But that required a sacrifice, and he still wasn’t aware of what it was. 

She didn’t tell him, she wasn’t going to be the one telling what the price of it was going to be. He was going to find it out, eventually. But right there, with his hips moving quickly against her to meet her midway, hands scratching the sheets and angelic moans slipping past his lips, it didn’t matter. 

Maybe that was the sacrifice. 

Maybe they were the sacrifice.

“Please,” Taeyong pleaded, not even knowing for what, shy hands daring to touch her body, wrapping around her hips, feeling himself get even warmer, unexpected shivers of pleasure running all over his body, shaking him from head to toe. 

“What – what was that?” He asked, eyes wide, looking at her. He was no stranger to extreme powers and abilities but those of demons weren’t his field and he had no idea what she had just done to him. 

A sweet chuckle rolled out of her mouth, “that was your first orgasm. Felt good?” 

He blinked repeatedly, swallowing saliva trying to wet his throat, and hummed. 

“I’m not done with you,” she said, floating once again. And seeing her stand so big over him, shielding him, even protecting him, made him feel something. Once again, he couldn’t name it, but he liked it. Because all his life nobody ever shielded him or praised him. That was his job, and the faith he felt for Him was blind, was natural, but this? What trick was this? What spell was she casting on him to make him feel so devoted to her, so drawn to those attentions he never, ever, felt the need to receive?

Those thoughts flew away when he couldn’t believe his eyes when her body transformed. “You — you can do that?” 

She snickered, coming down again, big cock laying on top of his tummy, right next to his, making him shiver. 

“Afraid?” Her hands caressed his hips, circling gently to soothe his anxiety. 

“Is that your real form? Are you lying to me?” 

“Calm down, angel. Your powers are not the only cool things that deserve to exist, right?” He hummed, not totally convinced, not about her abilities, but about how this could work. “And I am me, it’s just a cool trick to have whomever I want, however, I want.” 

“And what… what are you going to do with it?” 

She laughed lowly, shaking her head at his innocence. “What do you think I’ll do with it?” 

His head fell back when her fingers tapped against his rim. 

“I will never do anything to hurt you,” she whispered, giving a tug to her cock to collect precum on her fingers before they were once again pressed against him. “But I need you to relax. Will you relax for me? Will you let me make you feel good?” 

“Yes,” he replied with no hesitation. A low grunt ripped past his throat when she pushed inside. “W-weird.” 

“No, no,” she reassured, looking for his hand to hold it in hers. “It’s new. It’s the pleasure you’ve been deprived of all your life. Something that had been taken from you but you deserve this. You deserve every touch. Every kiss. Everything I will give you.” 

And Taeyong believed. He couldn’t tell lie in her words. Because they sounded so true. And they rolled so nicely from her tongue. And her voice was the most celestial sound he had ever heard even if it was the furthest thing from the lauds he would sing to God. 

And God, where was He now? Not in his mind. Not in his wings that were pulsing to come out in their glory, to shine and worship something that was the creation of Lucifer. 

“I need you,” he cried out, having no idea where this need was coming from. But he knew that her fingers weren’t enough anymore. He knew that he needed to feel her all over him. 

“Say it again,” she ordered, getting lost in the contorted expression on his face. She had fucked countless of damned souls, but this, this was incomparable. Having an angel, seraphim, looking like a mess under her was a feeling nothing else could come close to. The rush of power she was feeling had no equal. 

“I need you, please. I need to feel — mmph — everything you have to give me.” 

“Careful, now, you might get burned,” she laughed, pulling her fingers out, hand wrapping around her cock to lube it more before the thick tip pushed against his hole, making his eyes snap open. 

“It’s too big, it will never fit,” he said, voice worried and full of fear, his fingers clenching tighter around hers to find a support he knew wouldn’t have been enough anyway to prepare him for what was coming. 

But she smiled, moving the hand that was wrapped at the base of her cock to cup his cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin. “I’ll make it fit.” 

He was about to complain, tell her that there was no way. He wasn’t made for it. 

And Taeyong was right. 

He wasn’t made for it. 

But he was made for her. 

And when her thick dick slid into his hole with ease, he could only stare at her with open eyes and mouth, a bit for the astonishment of it, and also because it felt good. It felt good and he never imagined it could feel this good. 

“Told you,” she winked before she kissed him, a long, passionate kiss, while her hand reached the back of his thigh and pulled it against his chest, caressing him slowly. “God might have created you for Himself, but I’m going to craft you just for me.”

No answer formed in his brain because when she dragged out and then pushed in again his eyes fell shut, his head rolled back and his hips rolled up to seek for more. 

And she gave it to him, “I will ruin you, I will sink so deep inside of you that nothing and nobody else will fill your brain,” she whispered before she sat straight and started moving her hips at a steady, intense rythm. Her body pressed against his hips as their skins met with loud sounds, resonating in the room. Hips moving skillfully back and forth against him, pushing his smaller frame deep into the soft mattress. 

A broken groan escaped from his lips when her sharp nails grazed his skin, leaving red trails on his thighs, chest, and neck as the pressure made blood come up on the surface. She wanted to sink them in his flesh so bad, to see him bleed, and drink his blood, and cut herself too, to mix with each other, truly staining him with something that he couldn’t wash off. 

But she didn’t. It would’ve been too much. It would’ve been a pain Taeyong didn’t deserve to feel. And she didn’t want to hurt him, but Him. 

“He was so stupid for making you so beautiful, how can he — Hell — expect nobody would want you? You should be grateful I was the one taking you, ruining you, other demons or even humans wouldn’t have been so gentle with you.” 

Taeyong’s eyes squeezed closed as his hips moved to meet her halfway, chasing down the pleasure. It was addicting, but he believed it wouldn’t have been as addictive if it didn’t come from her. At this point he didn’t even care if she was using some of her powers to make it feel better, as long as it felt this way, as long as it was with her, he would’ve taken everything. 

And when his hips started meeting her halfway, she threw her head back, nails unconsciously sinking further into his skin, drawing out some droplets of blood, but the bliss was spreading trough his body with so much strength, blinding his senses, that Taeyong didn’t feel pain at all. 

“Feels good.” The angel’s eyes blinked away a lonely tear, locking into her black pools, her eyes were like voids, deep and scary, he was sure that if he could walk in them, he’d get lost. There was no light. There was no salvation. There was sin. So much sin. In the way her eyes were digging deep into his —once— pure soul. In the way her lips were leaving marks behind. In the way her hands were grazing his skin. In her words, praises and mocks, rolling from her tongue like a mantra, like a hymn. 

And Taeyong was lost in them. 

He was lost in her. 

In every wrong turn, deep down with the tide of perdition he swore he was never going to let himself get drowned into. 

Demons were fascinating, but far away from him, far away from poor human’s that were struggling to find the right path to eternal salvation. 

And now, the poor soul that needed saving was him. Pressed under a succubus’s body, or better, The succubus’s body, rocking her dick deep inside him, pushing his body into the mattress with so much strength he was sure the lines of himself were going to stay there for years to come. 

And he was letting her. 

Taeyong wasn’t even thinking of complaining or fighting the feeling back. He wasn’t crying because he knew she was staining him with red. He was crying because she wasn’t staining him enough. Was it a trick? Was it power? Was it a need he had buried deep inside his soul that had to resurface sooner or later? He had no idea. 

He had no idea. 

“You’re so beautiful, Taeyong,” she whispered, caressing his burning, wet cheek. His blood staining his pearly white skin. “I’m so blessed to have you here.” Her eyes were teary, and Taeyong didn’t get why. He was sure this was simply a rather sick fantasy, something she had to check off her bucket list. Eternity is long, and it gets boring. But right there, as her hips faltered, and her wings sheltered him more, and a damned tear rolled down and met his on his face, he wondered if maybe there was more. If under that strong, confident shell, she was hiding some insecurities. If after all, she was human still somewhere in her soul. 

And he wondered if it was the same for him. If after all, after all the years spent on earth, his humans’ weakness didn’t seep into his bones and led him there. 

Maybe truly nobody was perfect, except the Lord. Not even His creations. Not even His Children. 

Of one thing, he was sure. He wasn’t worthy anymore, of His love, of His grace, of His protection.

But the worst part of it all, wasn’t that. 

He didn’t want it anymore. 

“I need you,” the seraphim cried, this time being the one scratching the other, nails doing nothing compared to hers. 

“I will fill you with me, I will stain every single inch of you with sin. You will feel me for days.” 

Taeyong had fallen from grace. 

Crumbling apart in her arms as she filled him with her cum, touching him, grazing him, burning his skin up with invisible flames. 

Taeyong had fallen from grace. 

Begging, squirming, screaming her name, chanting it in the same way he chanted His name. 

Taeyong had fallen from grace. 

When nothing but her crossed his mind. When he moved from the bed to kiss her, to hold her close, to feel their skins burn together. 

Taeyong had fallen from grace. 

When his three pairs of wings spread open from behind his back, blinding white light shining through the whole place before disappearing, washed away by the storm that was still raging outside. 

“They’re not blinding me,” she pointed out when she opened her eyes and saw them, beautiful and golden, beating as he kept them up, floating away from the bed. Chest panting, coming down from the afterglow and the surprise of how their natures could combine. 

“I’m not blinding you,” he replied, kissing her again, holding her hips tighter. 

Their wings started beating together, darkness mixing with light, creating a current that was keeping them afloat as they were still tangled with each other. Fitting perfectly.

Made for each other. 

“You’re not blinding me,” she repeated, lips against his, as her heart crushed in her chest, a twinge so hard that it shook her breath away. The pain starting to get to her brain, and before she could let that fragile, vulnerable, human-like part take over her, she pulled out, making him whine at the emptiness and the cold as she flew a few meters away from him. 

Only for a split second, she thought of stopping, fearing that this was going to leave them both burned and scarred, more than she anticipated when she started playing this game. But when her eyes flickered on his again, shining of a light only he had, begging her silently, she realized it was too late, they were too far down into this to withdraw now. 

Taeyong was about to ask why she was hesitating, but his thoughts stopped when she twirled again in the air and her body went back to its original form. 

“I want to feel you now,” she whispered, flying on top of him again, their wings beating against each other, the feathers brushing and tingling. “I want you to be inside of me.” 

“I don’t know how to do it,” the angel replied, gulping as he stared at her; he felt like something shifted, but he couldn’t grasp it. 

“You only have to follow my lead, angel. I’ll show you the way,” she said, sinking on his, once again, hard cock. “I will always show you the way if you let me.” 

And he would’ve. Maybe not always. Maybe once this spell exploded, he would’ve cried all his tears and damned himself for what he was letting happen, killing himself for how blasphemous he was acting in the land of the enemy while he was supposed to be serving his One and Only God. 

Later, maybe. 

Not now, not now for sure. 

This felt different, her hips grinding on him, lifting up and down, hands laying flat on his chest, strands of hair framing her beautiful face. The light coming out of her was dark, gloomy, a mix of silver and black and red, but he still found it enchanting. He found it hauntingly beautiful how their lights would mix together, his gold, and her silver. Sin and holy coming together to create this. 

A mess of fleshes that technically fleshes weren’t. A mess of bones, and veins, and skin, getting along as if they were something they were not; humans. 

That was why sex was forbidden in Heaven. Because it was so human, even if it was done for His right reasons, he was still dirty, vulnerable… raw. It scratched the wildest and deepest and darkest desires. Sex made creatures human. And in Heaven, there was nothing worst than being human. 

But if that meant being human, Taeyong couldn’t complain. He loved that vulnerability, he loved that feeling, that intimacy. He loved feeling that they were becoming one with every single thrust on him. 

He now got why humans suffered so much for love, why they did crazy things for it, crossed traced lines, and chased treacherous paths. Because love makes you crazy. Carnal. Romantic. Familiar. Religious. Love makes people crazy. It turns them blind and devoted. 

And that was what Taeyong was right now, blind and devoted. 

Blinded by her. 

Devoted to her. 

So his head rolled back again, harmonious moans coming out of his mouth as his hands wrapped around her thighs. He could feel her inside twitch around his lenght, wetness dripping down, surely creating a pool of white on the bed underneath them. And his hips moved again, it was as if he knew exactly what to do, mimicking her. 

“You’re doing so good, angel,” she moaned, biting her lips, head falling forward because she had no intention of missing a second of the vision he was. She knew she wasn’t going to have him again, God forbid if they were even going to cross in the middle ground again. So she impressed the image of him in her mind, white hair framing his perfectly sculpted face, some sticking to his skin, some falling around him, golden halo glowing over it, eyes half lidded, and pink lips parted to let out the most beautiful moans she had ever heard. 

“Keep singing for me,” she ordered. “Sing for me like you sing for your Lord.” 

And Taeyong did. Moans came out of his mouths like the prayers and canticles he would sing high up in the Sky to his one and only Lord. To his God. The One that created him. The One that gave him life. The One that made him his subject. And now Taeyong was ripping all the trust apart, the faith, the loyalty. Taeyong was singing for his God, but his God now wasn’t the same one that created him, gave him life and made him slave. 

He was singing for a God that set him free of his limits, of his fears, of the firm rules he had set himself to follow strictly everyday without even thinking of questioning them. 

She was his God now. She was worth of worshipping, and blind believing, and mindless following. 

So he kept chanting her name, praising it, singing it with joy and tears flooding from his eyes as he stared into her eyes, heart beating loudly in his chest as she made him feel lighter than he ever felt. 

And she felt a peculiar feeling, mixed between feeling as light as him and also feeling heavy.

She had watched Taeyong from afar. Studied him for ages because he seemed so different from everybody. She couldn’t blame God for picking him as his favorite even when He shouldn’t have done it. 

She had been jealous of Taeyong. And she wasn’t even sure why. She didn’t want his life, she didn’t want to be washed over by the blinding lights of Heaven. But then one day it hit her. She wasn’t jealous of Taeyong, she was jealous of God. Because God had him, every day, every night, singing for him, praying for him, worshipping him. 

She had fallen for him. 

She had fallen for an angel and she couldn’t understand how that could’ve happened. 

And now that she was there, filled by him, as he sang to her, prayed to her, worshipped her, she realized she couldn’t care why it happened, because this felt better than all the other sex she ever had, in her life and her death. 

And when tears stained her face, Taeyong brought his hand up, wiping the liquid away and encouraging her to lean in, and kissed her, healing the pain. 

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, lips meeting hers again. “Heaven doesn’t like to see tears.” 

She chuckled, sniffling before sinking into the crook of his neck. She wanted to answer that they were in Hell, and Hell loved seeing cries and hearing screams, that Hell loved pain and broken souls, but she liked to pretend that for a second, in that small patch of Hell, there was a small patch of Paradise. 

A limbo. A holy ground. A safe place where they could exist and don’t feel the weight of their existence. 

Because eternity might seem like a good thing but it’s a tragedy. 

It’s long, and exhausting, and after all, it’s lonely. 

And always takes away from you what you want the most. 

“Beg for me,” she screamed, hips moving faster on him and fingers intertwining with his. “Beg for me as you will beg for forgiveness. Beg so loud that your God might hear you and shame you. Beg to show him whose your God truly is.” 

Taeyong cried harder, harshly stripped away of everything he had been believing in for decades, ages, millenniums. His whole existence falling apart into her hands and he had no thought in his mind that wanted to retort her words. No matter how painful they were, how deep they cut, opening his chest in two and ripping his heart out of his ribcage, making it bleed with lust and disgrace. 

“Please, don’t stop,” he begged, blinking the tears away. “Don’t stop. It feels too good. I— I,” he stopped, heart clenching as if his true nature knew how wrong his next words were. “I love this. I love you.”

The purest angel, crafted by God, to be immaculate and pure, made human by a succubus. 

Feeling an emotion that wasn’t made for him to feel, in particular to feel for a Satan’s creations. 

The purest angel that ever crossed Heaven and earth had fallen in a trap he couldn’t get out from. 

He had fallen in her. 

“You… you don’t think that,” she cried, hips faltering as those words made her mad. She wasn’t new to hearing people scream it when they were close to the high, surely a defensive reaction to try to beg for forgiveness as the thought of what they put themselves into meant. But this… this fake love was painful and it left her breathless. It hurt. It was God revenge for her crimes. 

“I do,” he blurted. “I need you. I never… never felt better than this. Never felt more real.”

“Say you want me,” she said, cupping his chin. “Say you want me. Say it until Heaven falls and Hell crumbles. Say it until God will get mad and punish us for our crimes. Say it until His anger will strike upon us.”

“I want you. I only want you. I would spend eternity getting lost in the creeks of your body,” he sang, leaning closer to her, kissing her. “I’d spend eternity to show the beautiful creature you are. The monster you are not.” 

“You can’t change who I am,” she breathed out, pleasure making it hard to talk or think, pain making it hard to talk or think. But as usual, she was trying to drown that feeling with sex, doing what she was the best at. 

“I don’t want to change you,” he wept. “I will never want to change you.” 

His head rolled back when he felt her tighten around him, cum dripping down, creating a mess between their bodies. 

“Beli-believe me.” 

“I do,” she moaned, wings spreading and stopping their movements to keep them afloat for a moment. “You’re the only one I’ve ever believed in my entire life." Taeyong didn’t know, he couldn’t know how secretly devoted she was to him. He didn’t know that if she could choose her religion, she would’ve picked him. Him over everything. She would’ve turned human again as a punishment if only that meant she could have him. 

“Oh, God…” he moaned when her hips got faster and he felt the same sensation of before run in his bones. 

“Call him all you want,” she whispered, “you know he won’t answer.” 

“I know,” Taeyong replied, tears streaking his cheek. “I’m not calling him, I’m calling you.” 

And as the last drop that falls and makes water erupt down, his words brought them to their high. Bodies freezing against each other as the wave of pleasure ran through them and their moans mixed before muffling as their lips met in a desperate kiss.

When the feeling dimmed, they were panting chest to chest. Wings flapping slower as they started flying down, and finally felt the soft mattress again. 

“Stay,” she whispered, voice shaking, hands caressing his chest. “Only for a while, long enough I can fool myself this can be real.”

“This is real,” Taeyong replied. Surprised that guilt didn’t assault him yet. Caressing her hair and touching the horns. 

“This is wrong.”

He chuckled, burying his head against her hair for a moment. “This is a fall from grace.” A lonely tear marked his cheek, falling on the sheets. “A fall from grace.” 

She hummed and then a bittersweet but satisfied, smile crept on her lips as she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

She couldn’t have him, but God didn’t have him either. 

Taeyong was marked, stained, and ripped at the edges. He wasn’t the same anymore. 

God had deprived her of her happy ending, so she stole his dearest angel.

Taeyong had fallen from grace. 

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