Blessings (Jin Centric)| By Dew

A Demon's Heaven (Namjin #1)

Commissioned by: darnlogicc (on AO3)

Tags: Angel Namjoon, Demon Jin, Tail Sex, Bondage, Submission, Mind Break, Twisted Morality, Sort of Happy Ending.

Summary:

There are many ways to defeat a demon.

Making one fuck himself with his own tail is the way Angel Namjoon prefers.

Words: 2629

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The demon spat on the shoes of the man standing in front of him, dirtying the pristine white with his saliva. He pulled at the chains until the cuffs dug into his soft skin. It would have been painful if not for the charm casted by the angel before him, the same who had defeated him days ago and tied him with his arms spread and toes barely touching the cold marble floor of his castle.

"That's not very polite of you, Seokjin", Namjoon tsked, placing his hands on the naked waist of his captive, "you shouldn't be this rude to the angel who is holding your precious life in his hands."

The demon, Seokjin, gritted his teeth in humiliation, black eyes dark with frustration and rage, "Fuck you. A filthy creature like you is an angel only in name."

Namjoon chuckled, enjoying the demon's wrath. He caressed Seokjin's silky hair, the long, black and voluminous length which stopped just above the asscheeks the angel was currently groping. Seokjin tried to step away but only ended up falling forward on Namjoon's chest, his toes barely able to balance his weak body.

"Stop fighting me, Seokjin", Namjoon breathed warmly on the pink ear, one hand sliding up the sweaty back and across the side until he found one perky bud, worrying it between his fingers, "You know what to do to earn your safety."

"I will die before becoming your bitch", Seokjin growled in the soft silk of Namjoon's shirt, unable to push away from the taller creature. His erratic breathing as his nipple was pinched and twisted fell like ambers on Namjoon's heart, igniting his need to own.

"I won't be the one to kill you, little one", the angel thrusted his fingers up the red hole he had been preparing these days. Seokjin choked and writhed in his chains, walls fluttering wildly, "I won't be there to make sure you die painlessly."

Seokjin screamed as the fingers wiggled over his prostate, playing with the swollen glad in a cruel manner. There was no pain, no discomfort. Namjoon had made sure the angel felt nothing but pleasure, a taste of the beautiful life he could live if he submitted to the angel.

"The ones who sent me here will be the one to kill you", Namjoon kissed down the curve of the fair throat, sucking mark in the delicious mark. It bloomed red under his teeth, becoming a part of the countless others he had placed, "and you know how vicious angels can be."

"As if y-you're any different", Seokjin gritted out, refusing to moan. It was a battle he lost every day but never stopped trying, something that gave Namjoon immense pleasure and made him yearn the demon's sweet sounds.

"I'm not hurting you", he spread his fingers inside the wet heat, preparing the channel for something he hadn't yet given Seokjin, "I will never let anyone hurt you. Submit to me and I promise, the only thing you'll ever feel is pleasure and happiness. What else does your lustful self desires?"

For a while, the muffled sounds of the demon in Namjoon's arm and wet squelches of fingers stretching the writhing body were the only things that echoed in the empty hall. Then, with a shuddering breath, Seokjin whispered.

"And if I don't s-submit to you, will you throw me in front of those angels? To die a death that will be stretched across eternities?"

"Of course not", Namjoon chuckled, fingers pulling out of the clenching body with a lewd pop, "I will hide you away in a corner of the universe and keep you chained until you submit."