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it's kind of really cute, nayeon has to admit. how she's got such a pretty little angel wrapped around her finger, she'll never be able to figure it out (she's secretly got it all figured out in her head). she's like a cute little puppy, tongue lolling out as she ruts against the pillow beneath her. she's an adorable angel, not at all pure like tzuyu or momo. nayeon hasn't been able to catch either of them in the act of committing a sin.
it's even cuter when nayeon brushes her fingers along jihyo's back, just barely there, leaving the younger girl panicking and flustered. but of course, she'd never be able to see nayeon. no, she's a pretty little angel, and pretty little angels will never be able to see such a fucked up demon (there's ways, obviously, but jihyo's never tried). so nayeon settles with watching her shiver and whimper, fingers stuffed into her mouth, and her fist wrapped around her cock as her sweat-slicked body continues to jerk even after she comes undone.
it doesn't stop her from sneaking into the angel world late at night, her whisper hot and low into jihyo's ear, "what would your god think if he could see you right now?"
jihyo always sobs, and she swears it's her own mind telling her it. no one could be saying these words to her, no, but they sound so real, and they don't even sound like a voice she's heard before. but they make her come undone so many times, pale body flushed when she sobs out.
she sounds the prettiest.
nayeon's fucked with several other angels, of course she has. she's not fucking dumb. angels are the perfect little playthings, the best to break and fuck with until they're nothing but a stuttering, sobbing mess. her favourite to play with was a pathetic little boy. it was so fun to turn his little wings black and to watch the little horns begin to sprout from his head once god found him out. he cried for days on end afterwards. it just made it easier for nayeon to throw him out.
but jihyo?
jihyo makes nayeon's chest feel so fucking weird. she's not supposed to give a fuck about anyone, especially not a stupid angel. but something makes her chest feel like it's burning when momo clings to jihyo, or when she catches sight of jihyo placing a kiss to sana's forehead. jihyo's too nice. that's what it is maybe.
nayeon can't help but laugh as she places the tip of her cigarette to the side of the brick wall. sana isn't innocent. sana is just as corrupted as any demon nayeon's met. the dumb mutt looks the prettiest when she's got three fingers curled inside of jeongyeon, and jeongyeon looks the most pathetic when she's whimpering out soft pleads and 'mommy's. nayeon's disappointed to say the least. and she feels kind of bad for chaeyoung (she's been such a loyal little demon to jeongyeon).
3:00 in the angel world is the perfect time, nayeon thinks.
and it seems like jihyo's got the same idea, because when nayeon feels the familiar ache in her chest, she catches jihyo on her knees in the middle of the floor. the candles smell nice, the pentagram is drawn surprisingly perfectly, but the best image of all is the look jihyo's giving her, eyes blown wide and eyebrows furrowed. nayeon smiles, watching jihyo swallow thickly, already scrambling to grab a cross and hold it to her chest. she's afraid, but she wants this. it's easy to tell.
"so you decided to finally fuck around, hm?" nayeon looks around the room, eyes squinting as she tries to take in every little decoration. it isn't the first time she's seen jihyo's room, but it is the first time she's seen it up close. it looks pristine, too pure for nayeon.
"n-no-"
"and you're stuttering because? look at this, were you even really trying? you do realize that this isn't how it really works, right?" her attempt made nayeon's heart feel strange, but she won't admit that. she walks forward, fingers touching lightly beneath jihyo's chin as she tilts her head up. she reaches down with her other hand, grabbing the cross tightly before tossing it across the room then. jihyo whimpers softly, and the sound really, really doesn't fucking help keep nayeon under control, "are you surprised it didn't burn my flesh? you've been reading up on some stupid books, haven't you? who were you trying to summon?"
"w-wasn't, um, i wanted an angel."
"an angel? how pathetic. you can't even lie correctly, angels really are dumb. if you wanted satan himself, you should have went for a sacrifice. he's fond of the bloody, violent, preferably dead type. but you're such a sweet girl, i don't think you'd go for that." nayeon runs her thumb along jihyo's lip before pulling back, clearing her throat. jihyo's face is pale, and she's shaking. nayeon can smell how afraid she is, and it's utterly fucking adorable, "or maybe you really did want me. get tired of your pillow finally?"
"i don't know what you mean." jihyo mumbles, and finally, her cheeks are turning a colour other than pale white.
"aw, you don't?" jihyo shakes her head, and nayeon has half the heart to stop herself from slapping the girl, "stop fucking lying, it's making you look like such a dumb bitch," she hears a sniffle, and a low whine, can only laugh when she watches jihyo roll her hips up into nothing, "you look so cute like this. only makes me wanna make you mine more, you know, sweetheart?"
"t-that's bad, no," jihyo huffs, eyes finally meeting nayeon's, "don't wanna be yours, 'm good. a good angel, you're pathetic-"
"careful with your words, puppy," nayeon hums, hand fisting in jihyo's hair, "now, i hope you know i can't do anything to you unless you give me consent. it's all up to you, pretty girl, you just have to say the word."
it stays silent for a couple moments, and nayeon can taste jihyo's blood beneath her tongue. her heart's beating so fast, she knows exactly what jihyo wants. knows what the cute toy needs.
"please."
"please? mm, you're more obedient than i thought you'd be," nayeon smirks, pressing her boot against jihyo's length, mocking her high-pitched whine as she ruts up against it, "you're already fucking up into my boot? what a desperate slut you are, i wonder what god would think of you like this. maybe i should open the door? let him see you make a mess all over yourself?"
"n-no, please, don't," she gasps, drool already beginning to drip away from her reddened lips. nayeon rolls her eyes, pushing two fingers into her mouth and down her throat, admiring the gagging and whines that come from her new pet.
"don't? i think i will," she muses, setting a rough pace with her fingers. she waits until jihyo's almost in tears before pulling out, "on your back, pretty."
jihyo's more obedient than nayeon had initially thought she'd be. but all angels are obedient, so she shouldn't have expected jihyo to be any different. what she doesn't expect is for jihyo's hand to come up and wrap around her throat as soon as nayeon's on her knees in front her, "did you really think i was gonna let such a cute little demon try and corrupt me?"
"keep your fucking hands off of me, mutt," she growls, her own hands coming to grasp at jihyo's arm. she's strong, much stronger than nayeon, and it takes her by surprise. but it's still not too hard to push jihyo's arms back over her head with one hand. she drops her other hand to palm at the front of her pants, purring beneath her breath when jihyo whimpers once more, hips bucking, "look at you, such a pretty, obedient baby. you have no control over me, angel. angels are nothing but pathetic fuck toys for demons to use, and you know better, right?"
"you should know better," jihyo chuckles, but the sound can't last too long. especially not when nayeon's shoving her hand down her pants, fist wrapping around the sensitive, leaking tip. she presses her thumb against it, biting down into jihyo's shoulder roughly. she cries out, body jerking up into nayeon's touch. she isn't gentle, obviously not, but she's rougher than jihyo thought a demon could be. sana's warned her of jeongyeon's very rare, but occasional rough touches, and of course, god's warned her of staying away from them completely; it isn't hard for a demon to destroy an angel after all. but maybe that's what jihyo wants.
"it's adorable that you're trying to fight back now," nayeon mumbles into jihyo's burning skin. she starts a sloppy, fast pace with her right hand, collecting precum on the tip of her fingers before running them back down her length. when she wraps her hand around the base of it once more, stroking once, jihyo can't help but bury her face into nayeon's neck, softly thrusting up into her hand, "there you go, puppy, see how much easier it is when you listen to me? give yourself to me, be a good little angel for your new god, hm?"
"'m s-sorry, god," nayeon never thought she'd think 'god' would sound as pretty as it does coming from jihyo's mouth. her hands don't act as skilled as they truly are, one scrambling to pull at jihyo's pants hastily, the other continuing to tease the head of her pretty little cock. jihyo tastes sweet, almost like candy if nayeon had to compare it to any other taste. it's not just candy though, because she burns on the tip of nayeon's tongue, burns herself into the demon, "f-fuck, n-na-"
"watch your mouth. god doesn't like it when you swear," the words are muffled into jihyo's skin, one finger dipping to run along the vein on the side of jihyo's length, "and you call me mommy," she corrects then, pulling her hand away, "and i need you to lift your hips for me."
jihyo's good, fuck, she's so, so good. even the pathetic boy nayeon had played with wasn't this good, but it just makes her more fun to fuck with. she doesn't bother with taking any article of clothing off completely, but rather yanking them down, roughly, just enough to allow her more access. besides, nayeon kind of really wants to see jihyo make a mess of herself and god's dumb, ugly white outfits.
nayeon sits back, confusion suddenly dusting over her mind as she stares at jihyo; she's never tried to suck anyone off (the boy didn't deserve it, and admittedly, his cock wasn't the prettiest). but she wants to watch jihyo fall apart by just her mouth, wants jihyo to take her hair in her hand and buck her hips up into her throat. she pouts, pushing away her nervousness to replace it with the confident facade she had just seconds prior, "don't fuck my mouth just yet, doll, want you to be good and stay still, okay?"
she nods, eyes squeezing shut as nayeon runs just the tip of her tongue along the tip, almost like she's experimenting. or maybe she's testing to see if jihyo's worth it, if she tastes good enough, and the thought of nayeon leaving her like this now? it makes her whine and squirm on the inside, "please, w-wan' your mouth," she sniffles, tears already beginning to well up in her eyes. she blinks them away, hands fisting by her side as nayeon raises an eyebrow, taking her aching cock into her mouth. her hips jerk up instinctively, but nayeon's having none of it, humming in disapproval. the vibration doesn't fucking help though, and she can already feel the pressure beginning to build in her stomach despite nayeon only just starting.
it's hot, and wet, and nayeon's mouth feels so fucking good, she really, really can't help herself from whining out her name and soft, but desperate pleads. with nayeon's tongue still circling the head, she doesn't have time to stop herself from tangling her hand in her hair, moan falling into another high-pitched whimper, "c-can i-"
nayeon shrugs, humming again and sucking just hard enough for jihyo to give in, pushing her hips up into nayeon's mouth. it feels weird, but a good weird, and it sends shivers all through jihyo's body. nayeon's throat is tighter, and she sounds cute gagging, and there's something in the back of jihyo's mind that reminds her to ruin her later. she doesn't think nayeon will let her, but it'll be fun trying.
it's such a sloppy pace, and jihyo can't really move as properly as she wants, making everything more frustrating. it feels different compared to her hand, or the pillow she's been using consistently for the past two weeks, it feels different to have nayeon actually here rather than just dreaming about her or hearing her voice in her head when she makes a mess all over her sheets or stomach. her thighs are shaky when nayeon pulls away, licking her lips, and then smiling. she looks cocky, and jihyo really wishes she could wipe the smile off her face.
"did you really think i was gonna let you come like that?" she asks, moving back to her neck. she sucks and nips at the sensitive skin, only stopping once there's pretty bruises and marks decorating it. she bites down a bit rougher before slipping her own pants off, and jihyo nearly chokes, eyes watching the fabric slip off as slowly as it can up until it gets too frustrating. nayeon simply scoffs, relaxing back into jihyo's lap with a low whine, hips rocking against her, "do you really deserve to be inside me, angel? dumb baby, you could barely keep yourself from coming in my mouth, how am i supposed to use you if you're gonna be that easy?"
"not easy," she replies, voice shaky and dripping with need. nayeon swears she can't get any cuter until her eyebrows furrow, and she's burying her face back into her neck, hands coming up to grip at nayeon's waist. she guides the demon along her length, whimpering softly into her skin, "p-please, puppy wan's t' be inside mommy."
"aw, the dumb bitch wants to be inside mommy?" nayeon mocks, rolling her hips faster, "i don't know, baby, maybe i should make myself come right on top of your pathetic little cock and leave you here aching and dripping. you're not allowed to touch either," jihyo sobs, grip loosening when nayeon grips her throat in her hand, squeezing just enough for her to feel lightheaded, "i'm going to use you to come as many times as i want, mutt."
"please use m-me, god, fuck, w-wanna be r-ruined just for y-you," nayeon's gonna have as much fun as she can ruining jihyo later on, making her beg until the only word she knows is 'please' and maybe 'mommy' too. she's not very opposed to 'god' either, it makes something in her stomach twist. she finally gives in, allowing herself to sink down onto jihyo's cock, whimpering as the younger girl wraps her arms around her, sniffling into her skin. jihyo's bigger than nayeon thought she'd be if she's being honest. just looking at her cock, it really, really doesn't seem to be that big at all. but she's filling her up so well, and she kind of really fucking likes the stretch. she's thicker rather than longer, just the way nayeon likes, and she's already crying out and begging to move her hips, and-
nayeon can only laugh at her as she slaps her cheek, continuing to roll her hips in jihyo's lap, "quiet now, sweetie, let mommy use you," jihyo nods, the tears once clouding in her eyes finally falling down her cheeks. she's sensitive, it's not hard to tell, so sensitive she's probably already close to coming. but that doesn't stop nayeon from bouncing faster, her own moans blending with jihyo's. jihyo knows better, somehow knows exactly what nayeon wants despite what she says, digging her nails into nayeon's back and fucking up into her to match nayeon's pace. her thighs are still shaky, and her body's trembling beneath her, and she can't really see because of the tears, but it feels so fucking good, and she really doesn't care at this point. she thinks briefly about playing with the tip of nayeon's tail, but decides against it (she'll do that some other night), simply allowing nayeon to continue to fuck herself on top of her cock. she bites down into nayeon's shoulder, making another absent note when nayeon comes once, crying into the darkness of the room.
it's messy and only getting messier, and jihyo knows she's gonna have a hell of a time cleaning up after, but with nayeon shaking and gasping on top of her? she can only comply to her demands, filling her up faster, and harder, and reaching down with one hand to play with her clit when she tells her to. nayeon grips jihyo's chin between her thumb and forefinger, taking her lips between hers as she comes undone for the second time. she clenches around jihyo tightly, making it much harder for her to move like she wants, and she can't breathe because nayeon's choking her again, and-
"i-i want you to come inside me, puppy, b-breed mommy." jihyo swears she actually sobs out, the pressure immediately releasing from the pit of her stomach as she fucks nayeon full of her cum. she doesn't stop moving her hips until nayeon's whimpering from being too sensitive, and she's completely sure she can't fill her up anymore. her body already feels sore, already so used and bruised up, but she can't think too much about it when nayeon strokes her cheek with her thumb softly, "do you think you can fill me up some more, love?"