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Guilty Conscience - Devil Jin x Angel Fem! Reader [NSFW]

tags: female-presenting reader (descriptors, body parts), Devil Jin (obviously), establishing dominance, religious guilt and theology references, bird-like mating rituals (preening, cooing, because wings), heavy petting, Possessive Jin, Toxic Jin, begging, coercion (if you think extra hard about it) love bites, scratching, teasing, intercrural grinding, creampie, cumplay, pet names (Angel, slut, Sweet, whore, little heaven, little pet, good girl)

word count: 3.6k

synopsis: You (an angel but referred to as Angel) just got away from a very close corrupted call with Devil Jin, but here he is again speaking sweet just like before.

a/n: 😗 i ain't sayin' shit besides *bark bark bark bark snarling rolling yapping* this man is my fucking chewtoy right here. the thiiiings if given the chance, okay, i'm sorry, i'm good

It'd been days since you'd seen the sun, no thanks to the human-sized pigeon hole you'd been staying in. No offense to Hwoarang, but the size of his place did not accommodate a four-foot wingspan. And it was particularly difficult to keep yourself hidden with said wings attempting to stretch out of any second-story window and crevice they could.

It was just best to lie low, Hwoarang's words to a definite 'T'. He suggested that if you really needed the fresh air and sun, the rooftop was always open.

So that's what you did. Trudging up the addition five floors to the exit door on the rooftop, you immediately inhaled the sun-essence air and stretched your wings to their full capacity. They fluttered in the slight breeze, each wisp trailing through your feathers like fingers ran through hair.

You turned your face up to the sun, allowing yourself to tilt your neck and wincing at the taut skin. It still burned, where he sank his teeth.

You shook your head and sat on the warm asphalt sheets of the rooftop, soaking in as much as you could in such a small amount of time.

And just when the light began to warm you, it was extinguished. A huge blot of darkness shrouded you, leaving you in chills. The loom of a dark presence made you sink into yourself, bringing your knees up to your chest while you ducked your head down.

You wished for it to disappear as quickly as it appeared. By this point, you were certain he'd trained his senses to find you in any given circumstance. Your wings slowly bubbled around you, encasing you in the soft tawny feathers and shielding you from seeing him. From hearing him.

"Angel," his voice carried from above, his dark shadow shifting further down before you until the sun finally graced the arches of your wings again.

Still, you hid behind them, knowing that if you looked up, your face would be shadowed with his glare.

"Sweet Angel," he cooed, his claws raking across your feathers gingerly, plucking at their hollow shafts. "You've missed me."

He spoke for you though the words were on the tip of your tongue, if only you could speak them. You hadn't missed him, not recently. Every time that he returned, you wanted to flee.

And you had this final time, giving yourself enough space from Him to realize his toxicity. Though His words were sweet, He was still in fact a Devil.

Your silence and cower spoke more than you could, causing him to reach through your bubbled wings to grab your jaw.

"I know you have," he grit through his teeth, his emberous eyes flicking from yours to your lips. "I've been waiting for you to emerge from your cocoon."

You shut your eyes, turning your face away from his though you were still at a loss of words. He pulled you in, tenderly pressing his nose to your cheek. "I could smell you, you know. The winds carried you straight to me."

You grimaced at his words, once sweet but now stinging. His claws slowly curved down your cheeks, his palm leading them down to the front of your throat.

You gulped, feeling his index trace at the lining of your windpipe though his eyes never left yours. You slowly opened your eyes to him, your chest unable to hide the heave of relief and guilt you felt from looking at him.

"Hello Jin," you managed, your mouth dry from speaking his name. Just like a Devil to set ablaze all in his wake, leaving you burning inside and distraught.

"Angel," he repeated, his hand easily going for your throat and guiding you towards your feet. "Say you've missed me."

He pulled you into him, bracing his chest with yours. You attempted to ignore his warmth, something uncanny compared to the sun. He burned, his skin withholding the flames of eternally doomed souls just beneath the surface.

If it weren't damning, you'd almost curl into his side at all times and cocoon yourself there.

His hands pet at the underside of your now open wings, carefully starting at the base between your shoulder blades and out as far as his hands could reach.

"I've missed you," you spat out, only giving a half-truth. You recoiled at his touch, trying to shy away from each sensual twang his claws made at your feathers.

You had missed him, but only when he was like this. When he wanted you so wholly and obsessively, as if he could fuse you into him. You hid a roll of your eyes, shuffling your wings to rid his touch.

"Are we done licking our wounds?" He asked, his tone condescending.

It wasn't a collective question, as if you'd inflict any venom towards him. It felt intrusive, the way he asked, as if he wasn't the one to bite so strong.

As if he wasn't the one to hold so tight.

You turned your chin from him abruptly, disgusted by his implication. Nothing he'd done was to be taken lightly.

Jin cooed, leaning in to nudge his nose to your cheek. His lips parted and a warm breath slipped down your neck before he kissed just below your ear.

"I missed you the other night. We'd gotten so close, Angel."

You held your breath, wishing he hadn't mentioned it. The night came back in a tidal wave, remembering how close he was to you. The closest he'd ever been.

You felt the echo of his touch reverberate against his confession, feeling the same guilty warmth flood into your stomach.

He'd gotten so close, but you were told your Grace was sacred and you shut him down. That was humiliating for you, to retract your heaving breaths and ruttish glare at his lips, his toned body.

"I-I don't know what you mean," You lied, failing to even fool yourself.

There was nothing you could say or do that would stop Him from baring into you, seeing your raw, corrupted soul screaming every fiber to be with him.

He chuckled at you, into you, the noise hollowing through your body and reaching crevices you'd rather forget. You stiffened.

Jin's claws reached up to your shoulder, played at your skin by walking his index and middle finger to the slope of your arm before tenderly peeling the strap of your dress down. He carefully traced his fingers further down, leaving your strap dangling on your bicep.

"You're a beautiful liar," he taunted, his voice gaining more edge as he sank his lips to your shoulder.

You were unsure if it was possible to stiffen further, yet you were stonewalled. His lips did nothing to cause you comfort, though it melted you inside.

Then his tongue dragged against your skin, leaving a tepid stripe that was teased by the soft breeze. You wiggled involuntarily, wanting to free yourself of whatever game was being played.

Jin took hold of your hands bracing his chest, held them close to his pectorals before guiding them down to his ribs. "It makes your Grace that more delectable."

You stifled a breath out, shifting your shoulder from his attention. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jin. Nothing happened."

His chuckle deepened, turning his head and moving to your opposite shoulder; Jin stopped to admire his handiwork of your neck, a beautiful round purpling hickey.

The blood vessels were brought to the skin, the little red beads congealing under the umbrella of aubergine in the perfect conform from his mouth.

Jin hummed, resting his lips to your opposite shoulder. "Keep lying, it feels so good."

This time, he used his teeth to tug your dress strap down your shoulder, leaving you bare from the collar up. You wrestled out of his hands and tried to pull yourself together.

Your guilty conscience was catching up to you again, leaving you questioning your Grace. To fall for a Devil was a cardinal sin.

And to explain that to your siblings, to return lesser of an angel. It wasn't going to be you.

Jin tsked, his hands going for your waist and pulling you back into him. "Angel, angel...don't get cold feet now."

His claws found their way into your feathers again, this time ruffling them at your shoulder blades. He pet softly into them, sending zings of soft electricity into your body and straight to your core.

You fluffed your wings, almost territorially, but smoothed them out again when Jin grabbed onto the edges. He rubbed your feathers carefully through his fingers, earning a soft pat of your foot before you wriggled again.

"Jin, please," you crooned, your voice reaching a pitch you weren't familiar with.

You couldn't come up with an explanation, an excuse as to why you couldn't, why you wouldn't. You turned away from him, crossing your arms to your chest as you made yourself up again.

You stared acutely across the apartment roof to the next rooftop, knowing that if you jumped, Jin would always follow you.

Suddenly, Jin's arms wrapped around you, one arm crossing between your breasts as the other circled your waist. He edged against you, sliding his hardened length along your inside thigh before rubbing carefully at the hem of your dress in the back.

"Angel," his voice came out strained, a whole entity darker than himself. "Tell me to stop right now, I'll stop. Just tell me."

You maintained a straight stature for a moment, your knees suddenly buckling at the rut of his cock between your hot thighs. Your glare softened as it turned up to the sky, already asking your creator for forgiveness with what you weren't strong enough to abstain from.

He felt so good against you, burning and hard. Your hand circled around to touch his hip, bring him further in for you to attempt a grind.

"Come on, Angel. Tell me to stop," he tried, pleaded into your ear.

Your wings were outstretched in the awkward position, sandwiched between you and Jin. The tips of your tawny feathers touched at His sable ones.

"Jin," you panted, something against your better judgement.

His hand around your waist slipped back to pull up your dress, touch at the free skin below your waist. "I can smell you want me. Tell me I'm wrong."

You suddenly clenched your thighs together, once again put off by his inquisitive nature. Still, his touch was inviting, infatuating. His claws were timid as his fingers pressed to your stomach, then drifted down at an exponential rate.

Then he was touching at your clit.

You drifted away in an instant, no longer thinking of damnation or Grace. Jin's touch was perfect, a pressure you'd never experienced before but now couldn't live without.

Your thighs melted apart, your wings drooping to the rooftop floor. You came undone by the simple touch, feeling a need to urge him further.

"Keep going," you ordered lowly, staring down your body to see his wrist over your thigh.

His fingers started swirling, earning a few deep breaths from you as Jin chuckled in your ear.

"What a beautiful little creature, so deprived..." he growled, pressing his lips to your ear. "You should hear how you sound."

You released a shallow moan at that, one that Jin echoed right back to you. You offered a whimper at his touch, he imitated it back.

"So pitiful," he teased, his fingers pressing a bit harder. "Tell me to stop now. I dare you."

You whined, tilting your chin away from him and feeling your wetness now slick down your thighs.

"Aww," Jin taunted, moving an inch closer to you and pressing his cheek to yours. "You can't, can you? It feels that good, huh, Angel? Worth the hellfire?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head menially before Jin retracted his claws and slid two fingers inside of you.

"Ohh," you uttered, your knees fighting to stay apart and come together.

Jin's other claws tickled at your throat while you stifled a few coos.

"Even closer than before, Angel. Corruption looks good on you," He husked into your ear, baring his teeth to nibble at the shell of your ear.

At the same time, he stretched his thumb up and pressed it to your clit, flicking it back and forth; his fingers slowly pumped into you, curving at your innermost wall.

You folded your bottom lip between your teeth, both of your hands crossing over Jin's. His hand at your throat drifted downward, tearing your dress down to paw at your breast.

He leaned into you, leading you down to your knees in a slow shift. He pulled you to his lap, your legs now spread apart and allowing him full access.

"Angel's a whore, huh?" Jin purred, massaging at your breast and teasing at your nipple.

You rested your head back to Jin's shoulder. If you could swear, you would.

"I like you this way," he whispered, his hold tightening around you in general.

Jin worked his fingers and used his forearm to grind you against him. "My little guilty conscience."

You made a noise of disbelief, dissuading whatever Jin thought of you as your hands braced his knees.

But you didn't want him to stop. Jin's hand pawed at your other breast, then went around to comb through the downy feathers at the base of your back.

You were a new kind of mess then, moaning louder to the sky as his fingers moved faster. Your wings shook anxiously as Jin shoved you forward to brace the asphalt.

Your nipples scraped against the asphalt, your ass presenting fully in Jin's lap. A noise of appreciation rumbled from his chest, his hand dragging heavily down your back before flipping the end of your dress up.

You tried to hide yourself, reaching to fold it back down; Jin tsked, grabbing your wrist and pressing it to the middle of your back.

"Angel, leave it to me now." Jin's voice strained again, holding your hand there for a moment too long before letting go.

His fingers paused, his thumb strumming your clit a bit faster. You writhed then, mixing the dull warm pinch of the asphalt with the teasing touch of Jin's thumb.

He reached further behind you, forcing the band of his fighting pants down. You felt an immense concentration of heat just before your pussy then, expressing more wet to combat it.

You wished to see his cock, though you weren't sure how'd you react to it. Jin chuckled darkly, staring down at your dripping pussy and slid his fingers out of you.

"You're so ready for me, Angel." He praised, angling his cock and rubbing his tip just before your pussy. "Stop me."

You shook your head then, glancing over your shoulder and dropping a wing to look at Jin, an entire new shade of deep red. His horns were even gaining color, his emberous eyes now darkened to coal.

"N-no," you cooed, slowly tilting your hips up to prsent further. "P-please."

Jin's breath escaped him in heavy rolls, trying to withhold whatever excitement was built inside him.

He pulled his hand away from your pussy, leaving your clit neglected; Jin took grip of your hip, reaching to grab your ass and spread your cheek to get a better, vulgar view.

With his other hand on his cock, he guided himself into you; more of your wetness eased out, already coating his cock.

"Fuck, Angel. Corrupted little heaven." Jin eased in further, filling you beyond what you thought was full.

Your hands braced out to the asphalt, slapping your palms to the floor. Jin pulled your hip further into him, making you squirm the more you took in.

"You feel better than imagined," Jin chirped, his wings flapping excitedly.

Your wings were flattened to the floor, twitching at the sensations running through your body. Jin's length continued before bottoming out at the entrance of your cervix.

Your walls fluttered in response, already aching to be doused. Jin's hands roamed up your back, combing through your wings again.

He took grip of the inside of a wing, holding you down and slowly rolling his hips out before reversing back into you.

The movement was rapturous, something better than whatever cooling Grace was stashed deep within you. You groaned at the thought, your hips following after him and stalling when he returned.

Jin bit his bottom lip, his chest puffing with a mating coo. Your eyes crossed, your mouth opening to pant.

Your tongue rolled out, your cheek bracing the asphalt. Corruption never felt so good.

"Torturous heaven, Angel. I've waited so long for this," Jin whimpered, leaning further against you before he clasped his arms around you in a tight hug.

You heaved, your feathers ruffling. Jin's wings curled around the two of you, closing you off from the outside world.

The two of you heaved, sharing heavy breaths and sweat while Jin pumped leisurely into you, slowly ruining you.

"Come back to me, Angel," Jin begged lowly against your shoulder.

Your face twisted at the words, trying to ignore Jin's pleas. Returning home to him...right now? Would be a beautiful, twisted endeavor.

Would this be what you two'd do for the rest of your days? Jin peeling away your Grace in luxurious, long strips before your wings eclipsed to black like his?

Another Fallen Angel in the presence of humanity. You released a purr-like rumble, only shifting further into Jin's hold.

"I--Fuck--I want to keep you, like my little pet," he gruffed, biting onto the lobe of your ear.

He shifted down and kissed your shoulder, then suctioned his lips to your skin. Jin's teeth nipped at your skin, earning a low peep from you.

Then he released and did it again, inches away. He peppered your skin with love bites, marking you with his hot mouth as his horns brushed against your temple.

You chased after his touch, slowly moving your body in the wake of his with your mouth making noises incomprehensible to you.

The thought continued to weigh in your mind, going back to him. Corruption was more than worth it if it always felt this good.

"Yes," you finally said, gulping the word out while the raven bubble around you trembled.

Jin gasped in your ear, releasing your skin from his mouth. His wings shifted apart, your gaze catching onto the beautiful blue of the sky against his darkness.

"Perfect pet, my little Angel," Jin muttered, holding you tighter.

His hand slid down your stomach, gathering more of your dress up before pressing his palm just below your navel. "I'll make my mark right here."

Jin's hand burned into you, making your skin tingle at the combined sensation. With a lift of your hips, you felt Jin's cock pressing just where his palm laid and you couldn't help the shiver of pleasure from the thought.

Then it traveled down your spine, warming up just at the meet of Jin's hips to your ass before you seized, your hands pulling into fists while you chewed into your bottom lip.

"Coming so soon?" Jin teased, not slowing his pace but holding you tighter to him. "I could go all night with you, Angel."

You nodded at his words, the breath-catching pleasure causing your toes to curl. You braced your knees together and reached to Jin's hand on your stomach, threading your fingers through his.

"Jin, fffffuck," you stammered out, your eyes squeezing shut as more wetness gushed from your pussy.

Your chest heaved, your nipples scraping the asphalt while you continued to chase the high the Devil brought to you. If you could get on your knees at that moment, you would to plead for more.

The feeling, in no better terms, were better than Heaven. Grace meant little to the hot rush that synapsed through your body and turned every living and dying cell within you over to Jin. He was in possession of this euphoria, making you swear and causing your insides to go adrift in pleasure.

Jin hummed into your ear, pulling you impossibly close to his body. "Yes, Angel, fuck."

He continued on for a few more swift pumps, staggering his stamina to a halt before burying his cock to the hilt; Jin's tip grazed your cervix, almost tapping to be let in, but then came with such a force that you squeaked in residual ecstasy.

Jin pulled away from you, presenting his wings out like a statue as they caught onto the wind and trembled. He stared down at where your bodies met now, his cock twitching inside you and your pussy glazed with wet.

He rubbed at your thighs, admiring more of your delectable body now that it'd brought him pleasure. Your hips ached with a soft roll forward, showing off more of yourself to him.

"My dirty little angel," he praised, producing his claws and gently tracing them up your back then between your wings. "I smell the corruption within you, my cum does wonders to your scent."

Your eyes fluttered, feeling his cock twitch again with another spurt inside you. He slowly pulled out, allowing more of his cum to land against your ass.

Then you felt his essence easing out of you. Jin groaned at the sight, pulling his hand connected with yours further down to touch. He placed your hand at your entrance, your fingers gathering his cum.

"Fuck that back into yourself, Angel, for me," he ordered softly, his hands going to massage your ass.

You whimpered, turning your head to look at him before tentatively easing your fingers into your pussy, dragging Jin's cum back inside.

"That's my good girl," Jin whispered, watching the act before lightly tapping your ass. "Good for me only."

You nodded, your throat now dry. Jin leaned forward and kissed your cheek then shoved his still-hard cock back into his pants.

"Get up," he said, his voice back to its original brass. "Let's go home."

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