Angel To You, Devil To Me [Part Three]
Title: Angel To You, Devil To Me
Pairing: Onho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: supernatural, smut
Summary: Jinki is a smoke demon, which means he can be summoned against his will. Angels and demons have been at war for centuries, but when the archangel Minho gets a hold of Jinki's summoning medallion, he can't help but take advantage of it, especially when the demon plays up to his darkest desires.
Part Three
After helping Minho tear some holes into some extremely expensive shirts for his wings to shove through, he sat him down on the bed, the demon now looking up at the pacing archangel in amusement. "Problem?"
"We need some ground rules if this thing is going to happen."
"This 'thing'.... oh, you mean us fucking? Do tell," Jinki purred back, barely containing his laughter when the angel's wings ruffled in annoyance. He wasn't sure if other archangels were like this, but he rather liked how emotional this one got.
"First off, if I'm to be staying in Hell.. for a while... I need a place to stay. You owe it to me for dragging me down here in the first place. So I'll be staying here with you."
"Excuse me? I saved your life! And now you're making demands?" But Minho went on, ignoring Jinki all together. Clearly this man was used to demanding things and getting his way, and fuck if Jinki didn't find that sexy as, well, hell.
"And if this relationship between us is going to happen, though I take full responsibility for it, then I want you monogamous to me only." The possessive look in his eyes was almost enough to make Jinki forget what he had just said. Almost.
A fake grin spread over his face, as if he wasn't sure what expression to make. "Say that again one more time, bird boy."
Minho frowned down at him, stopping his pacing all together for a few brief moments. "Monogamous. Surely you know what that means?"
"Just because I know what it means doesn't make me any less confused or amused. Hello. I'm a smoke demon. Being summoned for sex is kinda my thing, can't really control that one."
"What has more hold over you, knowing your summoning name or someone in control of your medallion?"
"Medallion," Jinki hedged. He'd never told anyone this much about his powers. "But not like you have it anymore..."
"But you are still technically 'mine' until someone else summons you with it, correct?"
Jinki's eyes narrowed. Was he still linked up with him? Standing up, though still having to reach up quite a ways, he let his fingers graze against Minho's temple:
Face pushed into the mattress forcefully, the angel's body was draped over his, every inch of their skin touching as Minho pounded into him over and over and over at just the right angle, "Mine alone" being growled into his ear.
"Possessive much?" Jinki scoffed, trying to hide the huskiness of his voice with sarcasm. When were they gonna fuck already?! "This fantasy is different than your last one.."
"Maybe I have a lot of pent up frustration," the angel shrugged.
It'd been centuries since anyone else had been in control of his medallion he'd almost forgotten how it worked. There were only three ways to break the summons: get it back willingly, having another steal it and summon him themselves, or by killing the current wielder. He had given it to someone willingly once... when he was younger, at the time not realizing what that truly entailed until it was too late and the other demon was too committed to their relationship to want to give it back. In the end, he'd had to kill him for it...
He frowned at the memory, still missing his old companion greatly, but... freedom had been more important at the time. Was it still?
A warm hand cupped his chin, making him look up into dark, concerned eyes. "What ails you?"
He stared up at the taller male, forcing the memory away in his mind. "Nothing," he shrugged, then took a deep breath for what he was about to say. "And as laughable as I find your terms... you have a deal, archangel."
The man looking down at him smiled then, his eyes sensual. "Then in that case, you can call me Minho..." he whispered, pushing Jinki back onto the bed slowly.
"We... we're doing this now?" Jinki asked uncertainly, though his hands were already ripping at the shirt that had taken so long to get on him in the first place. For the love of Satan please say we're gonna fuck now!
Minho didn't say anything, instead smirked as Jinki's clothes were torn to pieces. "Good to know my powers still work down here."
Jinki stared up in shock at the smug angel. "Did you just telekinesis my clothes off?!" And here he thought he'd seen everything. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Wanna see another one?" Minho said huskily, making Jinki's breath hitch, the invisible hands now moving along his skin not helping matters with breathing. Fuck breathing, who needs to breathe anyway?
"Are we doing the first fantasy then?" Jinki moaned, Minho unzipping his pants and tossing them aside, all the while watching Jinki's body writhe with unmasked desire.
"I'd rather see what your fantasy is," Minho whispered, his eyes closing briefly before Jinki felt the other's mind slip into his own. He hadn't known angels could do that. Minho tsked, "You're rather frazzled, aren't you?"
"It's hard to think with all this telekinetic touching going on," Jinki groused, then groaned loudly as one of the said hands slid teasingly along his cock. But it wasn't telekinesis, it was Minho, smirking and looking oh so edible as he fondled his length. Had Jinki once thought angels couldn't smirk? All angels should smirk.
"You're so used to being in control, but I think what you really want," Minho murmured, his face now inches from his own, "is to be dominated." Although what he said was making Jinki want everything fast and rough and now, the kiss Minho gave him was slow, gentle torture, and the finger now sliding along his hole, just as cruel. Minho's eyes widened briefly as he slid a finger in easily, Jinki growling and pushing himself onto it. "You're wet..."
"I'm made for sex. Just means we don't need foreplay," Jinki said impatiently, Minho's now two fingers going much too slow for his tastes.
"Oh, but I miss foreplay," Minho teased, still slowly finger fucking him as his tongue skated along Jinki's salty skin. The third finger pushing in as Minho sucked at his neck was what set him off, his orgasm strong and entirely unexpected. If Lee Jinki was anything, he was in control of his own faculties, especially in bed. His expression must have been more shocked than anything else.
"So responsive," Minho said appreciatively, and even though he couldn't see it, he could feel the smirk against his neck. The man fairly oozed male satisfaction. A demanding lover? He could live with that.
Jinki's hands reached up to gently glide against Minho's wings, but the angel forcefully grabbed at his hands with a shudder.
"None of that. It'll make me cum much too soon." Jinki saved that tidbit of information for later, but Minho must have seen the spark in his eyes, because his hands were still being held down easily with one of Minho's, while the other one made designs in the cum splattered along his stomach. His touch was dizzying, making him want to cum all over again just from the light touching alone. "You know what I miss the most about sex?" Minho murmured, moving his hips so his cock slid teasingly against Jinki's entrance.
"The witty banter?" Jinki growled, moving his hips as well, trying to allow Minho better access.
"The screams," he growled, invisible hands holding him in place as Minho's cock thrust entirely into him. Jinki did just that, coming undone all over again by one single thrust. Where had this man been all his life?! Minho's wings folded down until they were surrounding them, the feathers tickling Jinki's skin as he rode the tidal wave of his need. Who knew feather play would become a kink for him?
Minho's thrusts were slow and deep, and were driving Jinki insane, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his body made to cum for the third time. This wasn't the kind of sex he was used to at all, yet here he was cumming like a school boy yet again, his back arching off the bed as Minho rocked into his prostate repeatedly.
"I count three, just one more and you'll officially be the man of my dreams," Minho groaned, letting go of Jinki's hands briefly, but not regretting it when the demon's nails dug into his skin, drawing blood, in fact, just the opposite.
His control broke. With Jinki's hips still being held down, he slammed into him over and over, using his powers to touch every possible inch of Jinki's slick skin, relishing in the screams the demon was producing. One final thrust and they were both cumming, Jinki screaming beneath him and shuddering, his body wired from how many times he'd cum. When Minho made to pull out of him, he screamed yet again, another orgasm wracking his body. Minho stared down at him in wonder. Made for sex indeed.
They laid next to each other in stunned silence for a while until their breathing became more even.
Jinki slightly turned his head, but not enough to make eye contact with him. "How's the wrist feel?"
Minho lifted his arm up to inspect his bracelet, the both of them looking at it with only half interest, which was as much interest as you could have in anything after mind blowing sex. "Didn't notice it."
Jinki smiled but said nothing more on the matter, letting Minho pull him against his chest, his arms and wings wrapping around him protectively. Oh yes, he'd made the right choice by bringing him here.
A/N: AHHH I actually updated for ONCE! AND you guys get smut xD My gift to you for being gone so long T.T Hope you like it! I really wanna finish this story soon! I just love writing their characters in this so much >.<
Lanna
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Pairing: Onho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: supernatural, smut
Summary: Jinki is a smoke demon, which means he can be summoned against his will. Angels and demons have been at war for centuries, but when the archangel Minho gets a hold of Jinki's summoning medallion, he can't help but take advantage of it, especially when the demon plays up to his darkest desires.
Part Three
After helping Minho tear some holes into some extremely expensive shirts for his wings to shove through, he sat him down on the bed, the demon now looking up at the pacing archangel in amusement. "Problem?"
"We need some ground rules if this thing is going to happen."
"This 'thing'.... oh, you mean us fucking? Do tell," Jinki purred back, barely containing his laughter when the angel's wings ruffled in annoyance. He wasn't sure if other archangels were like this, but he rather liked how emotional this one got.
"First off, if I'm to be staying in Hell.. for a while... I need a place to stay. You owe it to me for dragging me down here in the first place. So I'll be staying here with you."
"Excuse me? I saved your life! And now you're making demands?" But Minho went on, ignoring Jinki all together. Clearly this man was used to demanding things and getting his way, and fuck if Jinki didn't find that sexy as, well, hell.
"And if this relationship between us is going to happen, though I take full responsibility for it, then I want you monogamous to me only." The possessive look in his eyes was almost enough to make Jinki forget what he had just said. Almost.
A fake grin spread over his face, as if he wasn't sure what expression to make. "Say that again one more time, bird boy."
Minho frowned down at him, stopping his pacing all together for a few brief moments. "Monogamous. Surely you know what that means?"
"Just because I know what it means doesn't make me any less confused or amused. Hello. I'm a smoke demon. Being summoned for sex is kinda my thing, can't really control that one."
"What has more hold over you, knowing your summoning name or someone in control of your medallion?"
"Medallion," Jinki hedged. He'd never told anyone this much about his powers. "But not like you have it anymore..."
"But you are still technically 'mine' until someone else summons you with it, correct?"
Jinki's eyes narrowed. Was he still linked up with him? Standing up, though still having to reach up quite a ways, he let his fingers graze against Minho's temple:
Face pushed into the mattress forcefully, the angel's body was draped over his, every inch of their skin touching as Minho pounded into him over and over and over at just the right angle, "Mine alone" being growled into his ear.
"Possessive much?" Jinki scoffed, trying to hide the huskiness of his voice with sarcasm. When were they gonna fuck already?! "This fantasy is different than your last one.."
"Maybe I have a lot of pent up frustration," the angel shrugged.
It'd been centuries since anyone else had been in control of his medallion he'd almost forgotten how it worked. There were only three ways to break the summons: get it back willingly, having another steal it and summon him themselves, or by killing the current wielder. He had given it to someone willingly once... when he was younger, at the time not realizing what that truly entailed until it was too late and the other demon was too committed to their relationship to want to give it back. In the end, he'd had to kill him for it...
He frowned at the memory, still missing his old companion greatly, but... freedom had been more important at the time. Was it still?
A warm hand cupped his chin, making him look up into dark, concerned eyes. "What ails you?"
He stared up at the taller male, forcing the memory away in his mind. "Nothing," he shrugged, then took a deep breath for what he was about to say. "And as laughable as I find your terms... you have a deal, archangel."
The man looking down at him smiled then, his eyes sensual. "Then in that case, you can call me Minho..." he whispered, pushing Jinki back onto the bed slowly.
"We... we're doing this now?" Jinki asked uncertainly, though his hands were already ripping at the shirt that had taken so long to get on him in the first place. For the love of Satan please say we're gonna fuck now!
Minho didn't say anything, instead smirked as Jinki's clothes were torn to pieces. "Good to know my powers still work down here."
Jinki stared up in shock at the smug angel. "Did you just telekinesis my clothes off?!" And here he thought he'd seen everything. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"
"Wanna see another one?" Minho said huskily, making Jinki's breath hitch, the invisible hands now moving along his skin not helping matters with breathing. Fuck breathing, who needs to breathe anyway?
"Are we doing the first fantasy then?" Jinki moaned, Minho unzipping his pants and tossing them aside, all the while watching Jinki's body writhe with unmasked desire.
"I'd rather see what your fantasy is," Minho whispered, his eyes closing briefly before Jinki felt the other's mind slip into his own. He hadn't known angels could do that. Minho tsked, "You're rather frazzled, aren't you?"
"It's hard to think with all this telekinetic touching going on," Jinki groused, then groaned loudly as one of the said hands slid teasingly along his cock. But it wasn't telekinesis, it was Minho, smirking and looking oh so edible as he fondled his length. Had Jinki once thought angels couldn't smirk? All angels should smirk.
"You're so used to being in control, but I think what you really want," Minho murmured, his face now inches from his own, "is to be dominated." Although what he said was making Jinki want everything fast and rough and now, the kiss Minho gave him was slow, gentle torture, and the finger now sliding along his hole, just as cruel. Minho's eyes widened briefly as he slid a finger in easily, Jinki growling and pushing himself onto it. "You're wet..."
"I'm made for sex. Just means we don't need foreplay," Jinki said impatiently, Minho's now two fingers going much too slow for his tastes.
"Oh, but I miss foreplay," Minho teased, still slowly finger fucking him as his tongue skated along Jinki's salty skin. The third finger pushing in as Minho sucked at his neck was what set him off, his orgasm strong and entirely unexpected. If Lee Jinki was anything, he was in control of his own faculties, especially in bed. His expression must have been more shocked than anything else.
"So responsive," Minho said appreciatively, and even though he couldn't see it, he could feel the smirk against his neck. The man fairly oozed male satisfaction. A demanding lover? He could live with that.
Jinki's hands reached up to gently glide against Minho's wings, but the angel forcefully grabbed at his hands with a shudder.
"None of that. It'll make me cum much too soon." Jinki saved that tidbit of information for later, but Minho must have seen the spark in his eyes, because his hands were still being held down easily with one of Minho's, while the other one made designs in the cum splattered along his stomach. His touch was dizzying, making him want to cum all over again just from the light touching alone. "You know what I miss the most about sex?" Minho murmured, moving his hips so his cock slid teasingly against Jinki's entrance.
"The witty banter?" Jinki growled, moving his hips as well, trying to allow Minho better access.
"The screams," he growled, invisible hands holding him in place as Minho's cock thrust entirely into him. Jinki did just that, coming undone all over again by one single thrust. Where had this man been all his life?! Minho's wings folded down until they were surrounding them, the feathers tickling Jinki's skin as he rode the tidal wave of his need. Who knew feather play would become a kink for him?
Minho's thrusts were slow and deep, and were driving Jinki insane, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his body made to cum for the third time. This wasn't the kind of sex he was used to at all, yet here he was cumming like a school boy yet again, his back arching off the bed as Minho rocked into his prostate repeatedly.
"I count three, just one more and you'll officially be the man of my dreams," Minho groaned, letting go of Jinki's hands briefly, but not regretting it when the demon's nails dug into his skin, drawing blood, in fact, just the opposite.
His control broke. With Jinki's hips still being held down, he slammed into him over and over, using his powers to touch every possible inch of Jinki's slick skin, relishing in the screams the demon was producing. One final thrust and they were both cumming, Jinki screaming beneath him and shuddering, his body wired from how many times he'd cum. When Minho made to pull out of him, he screamed yet again, another orgasm wracking his body. Minho stared down at him in wonder. Made for sex indeed.
They laid next to each other in stunned silence for a while until their breathing became more even.
Jinki slightly turned his head, but not enough to make eye contact with him. "How's the wrist feel?"
Minho lifted his arm up to inspect his bracelet, the both of them looking at it with only half interest, which was as much interest as you could have in anything after mind blowing sex. "Didn't notice it."
Jinki smiled but said nothing more on the matter, letting Minho pull him against his chest, his arms and wings wrapping around him protectively. Oh yes, he'd made the right choice by bringing him here.
A/N: AHHH I actually updated for ONCE! AND you guys get smut xD My gift to you for being gone so long T.T Hope you like it! I really wanna finish this story soon! I just love writing their characters in this so much >.<
Lanna
FMS
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