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true religion. | Angel! Yuta Okkotsu x fem! demon reader

w/c: 3.8k

warnings: angel/devil au, depictions of angel wings, halos, devil horns, heaven and hell, religious themes and wording, references to scriptures, praying, explicit smut, sacrilege, fingering, cunnilingus, dacryphilia, exhibitionism (if you think about it), public sex (confessional), slight spitting, tummy bulge, blood mentions, kinda manipulative?, reader gets called angel/pretty girl

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. you will be blocked on sight. Characters are aged-up, even if not stated. Thank you.

a/n: This is my submission for @semisgroupie Heaven & Hell collab! thank you to the lovely @devinsdaydreams for helping along with this piece and beta reading!

The way I wanted to gatekeep this piece is unprecedented lol.

“Y/n! Stop this madness. Allow me to help you!” A sweet voice spoke to you, dripping like honest honey in its rawest form and it stung you like the bees that tended to it. It was a voice that you heard often, even repeating in your nightmares.

Weeks turned into months and months into years. Yuta chased after you, singing in his smooth tones as a warm glow cascaded around him with every step. He spoke about deliverance and saving you from the depths of the burning cores of inferno. What did he know? Where you came from and your upbringing in the underworld was all you knew; you’d sink your oars into the murky waters of the passageways that would take you to the mortal world where you could do whatever you wanted. Why would you ever want to leave this life? Deliverance? You were taught that chaos reigns and the lurking shadows always take their victim in a slow burn.

But still- he dreamt of you, as he fell asleep to the harps strumming sweet symphonic sounds in the cotton polished clouds. He was in a different time before he met you. In those early days, his purpose was to ward off the demons and evils that ascended to wreak havoc and invoke sin against the Gods and mortals. It was easy and emotions wouldn’t get in the way of the conquest before him. Until he found you. As the moon light crept across the solemn sky in the night, Yuta couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the possibilities- the possibilities of you. You were so different, so mischievous and curious about the world. It wasn’t fair that you were born to the Underworld, to a life of destruction. It wasn’t fair that your laugh was so devilish but he wanted to hear it everyday. That’s why he chased you- he could sway you, he could bring you to the angels. Make you one of them, make you his.

He’d watch you from above, see you sitting alone in the old wooden church pews questioning this thing called “religion”. Your perfectly pointed bright ruby horns that sat on the crown of your head- oh what he would do to vanquish them and give you an innocent halo, that accented those soft eyes of yours. Pure white feathers fell from his wings and decorated the sky every time he had those explicit thoughts about you... His pale fingers brush over the prayer beads that dangle around his neck and his pink lips move in silence to recite the memorized line, “the sexual immoral person, sins against his own body,” his chin tilts up when his palms meet, soft tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and adorning his long dark lashes.

His pupils get dilated and a thin ring of blue surrounds them, and it’s not an ordinary blue. It’s ravenous but calm- like the depths of the ocean, glistening with every rolling wave and when the bright continuous outflux of light envelopes his irises like it would an endless sea, it stops the ever flowing breeze around him. Speckled hues of gold highlight his rosy cheeks and his warm glow rids the shadows that encompass the dark corners of the mortal realm.

The soft draping collar of his robes brush up against his jaw and accentuate his collarbones. The open-ended sleeves, decorated in gold foiled olive beaches, gently hang around his toned forearms. He drops his head to the side onto his shoulder and a strand of dark hair falls delicately between his shut eyes. He’d whisper his sweet prayers directed towards you, and your skin burned at the flesh when he said his Amen. You always felt like someone was watching you and even though you’d never heard him wish for your safety or pray for your happiness, your insides got hot- boiling the blood in your veins. And you knew hot, you lived in Hell.

His heart, that’s always leveled and true, leading him down the path of righteousness would occasionally teeter on a scale, weighed against the purist of feathers; what is right and what is wrong? These new thoughts would perplex him and make him question his devotion. His long fingers rush to cup the cross that's rested against his neck, he brings the dainty holy symbol to his lips and places a gentle kiss to it in search of reassurance. And as always- he knows his devotion is true, and he’ll try everything to sway you towards the good, towards him.

It was an unsteady morning, harsh winds blowing against every object and echoing between the alleyways of buildings. He walked along the street ways, almost as if on air- his feet never touching the tarnished cement. He brought light to every crevice as he passed, searching every dismal corner and every hooded figure, looking for you. He slid down against a dirt cladded piece of land and saw you there- leaning up against the brick and stone, staring at the weeds that grew along the cracks in the pavement. You reached out to touch one, stroking a leaf between your pretty little fingers, feeling the life sprouting through the veins, before it wilted and fell in a stream of dust and ash. Little particles floating around in the gleaming hues of sunlight to your left. And then you saw him.

“You again? Just leave me alone, Yuta…” You spoke in a condescending tone. You rolled your eyes and turned away, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, let’s talk. Just for a moment, y/n” he looked at you with those blue eyes, full of pure innocence and a desperation that makes you stutter your breaths.

You shrug his hand off of you, - “Your touch hurts, so stop it. Actually stop following me all together.” - you huff out and turn to walk away.

In a swift undetectable motion making no sounds, he's standing there in front of you. Purity dripped from the corner of his soft smile, directed at you. The soft blow of the feathers on his wings, flipping up at the ends when he delicately flutters them and his eyes- looking straight into yours. He knew something, how did he know where to find you? How long had he been watching you?

“For in much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.” he spoke soft words that echoed in your ears.

“Sinners are those bound in chains and thrown into hellfire, pleading for their own destruction.Tartarus, the deep abyss for angels who rebelled, may have a place reserved just for you, Yuta” your words laced with hate against him. Did you hate him? Or was it just a conditioned response because he was an angel, albeit a bad one, from your perspective.

“I know you're intrigued. And I have the ability to teach you- allow me.” His words melted through you like sugar in acid.

You could only scoff as you flicked your wrist against the dirty water in the stream below the overpass. A mix of vantablack and the deepest shade of navy blue swirled together, creating a harsh portal, hot enough to make Yuta sweat. You brushed him off and disappeared into the one place Yuta couldn’t follow you to- Hell. You mumbled to yourself as you guided your canoe along the water of the soul-laden moat. Minutes ticked by before you hit the rocky edge of the pathway.

“He doesn’t know anything. Stupid angel boy with his stupid glittery eyes.” You said under your breath as you returned to your corridors.

Seating yourself against the anguished looking couch, you flipped a cushion, scratching it with your fingernails in frustration. No one here understood you- they only cared about wrecking havoc, hellfire, and sinful activities. Sure that stuff was important to you but it wasn’t top of the list. Your mind was always thinking about what else? Life washes over those who expect it the least. It seeps in and out of the expanse of space and time and steals the innocent. Then it comes crashing in and destroys moments in its wake. Why did all this happen? What else was there? Why weren’t you privy to this information- you just wanted to know. You were heaving with the full expanse of your chest, again and again, you were out of breath and tired as you screamed into the shreds of cushion left. Before sleep overcame your tired body and you collapses to the lullaby of tortured screams.

Hours passed before you returned to the mortal realm. Peeking your head through the shadows, looking for any sign of the boy who became obsessed with you and your whereabouts. It seemed to be very early morning, dusk had not yet reached its peak. You could freely roam the concrete jungle without others constantly bombarding you. You looked up to the night sky. A vast and unknown universe beyond your eye, a different world entirely from the one you knew. Did Yuta know that world? You watched the black silk, welcomed by countless twinkling dots, and a rounded globe of yellow seamlessly floating above you. Clouds began to melancholically float across, dimming the already faint light of the stars as the morning started to change the skies. A steady drizzle of rain begins to descend from somber clouds; crystal tears landing silently on the pavement below creating opaque puddles that fill the cracks and crevices. Incandescent yellow hues illuminate the charcoal sky as the winds pick up loose leaves in a whirlwind.

They fell onto you but you didn’t feel a thing. What did water feel like? It seemed like such a dumb question to ask yourself. You get angry when these thoughts invade your mind, you were cursed from the start with a different mind. Your father falling in love with a mortal- while you got to be a demon you had a mind that was constantly dreaming of different outcomes. Fuck humanity, but you wanted to know more and more with each thought.

“Seems I’ve found you again”- that honey voice again, why did he always appear when you had an intrusive thought- “I know what you're thinking about y/n, so just come with me…”

The truth was, Yuta had no idea what you were thinking but he knew how to press your buttons after years of watching you from the realm of angels. Hesitantly, you followed behind his light footed steps. Once he knew you were following him, he’d turn over his shoulder and offer you a smile that sank into your bones and made you feel fragile. He brought you up the stoned steps to an old church, pushing the door aside and motioning you to enter first. You sent him a cold glare as you walked past him.

He led you to the middle pews and sat you down with him settling beside you. He pulled out an overfilled book from the cubby nailed onto the section in front of you. Worn out papers, most ink stained with age, fell out from between the pages as he opened it. He pointed to the words that made the most sense to you and then his interpretations of them. The way he viewed things was so different from yours- you sat and listened as he told story after story from the old aged book.

Before you knew it, you blurted out your secret: “My mother was mortal.”

Your hands flew up to your mouth so fast after you realized what you had said. Your father said to never tell anyone because you didn’t belong anywhere. You could at least live the life he set up for you, lie after lie. Yuta stared at you for a while before he flashed a wicked grin that left his face as soon as it appeared. You knew he was up to something when he took your hand and led you to a strange curtained box all the way on the right wall of the abandoned church.

“A confession like that can be kept a secret in a confessional. Never to be uttered to another soul.” His thick breath washed over your neck as he pushed you inside.

You couldn’t do it. You shouldn’t do it. But the fact was, you wanted to. Falling into the trap that was Yuta Okkotsu- his feigned innocence masked by that smile that puts the softest wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. He pulled you in, the trap he’s been setting up from the beginning. Just for you.

“Don’t you worry that devious little mind, we can atone together- afterwards” silked words dripped from his angelic tongue.

Lips locked with filthy intentions as his wet muscle sweeps across yours. Your chests are pressed against each other as a polished hand dips down, delicate fingers brush against your sensitive cunt like butterfly wings fluttering in soft breezes. You knew this wrong but his hot touch made your skin steam in all the right ways. Your hips roll against the hand that’s cupped your dripping juices like a chalice on the altar. ‘Your filthiness needs cleansing’, he’d whisper as his thumbs bends to tap your puffy clit.

The dry rotted old booth of the abandoned church holds your secrets in confidence, keeping them tucked away in the old cracks and chipped crevices. Hiding you from the rays of light that came through the broken stained glass windows. They melted hues of scarlets and sapphire against the columns of the church and sank down into the sacramental wine stained carpets. The floorboards creak as you step faintly to lean against the backboard. His hand bends, squeezing your most intimate areas creating a gasp that leaves your lips so roughly, so desperately. Your pupils dilate as your lashes flutter and tears prick the corners- spilling so beautifully against your cheeks. Yuta leans in, kissing them away as briskly as they fall.

“I’ll take good care of you, I promise. Keep letting those tears fall for me, pretty girl.” He said in muted tones against your ear as he licked up the shell making your thigh quiver and pussy clench down around his fingers.

He chuckled lightly as he removed his hand and brought it up to his mouth. Allowing a wad of spit to slip past his plush rose-colored lips onto his middle and index finger. He dips it back down, rubbing your clit with his ‘holy water’ before slipping them into your hole, stretching you open at your tainted entrance. His shoulders arch forward, pressing your back against the screen of the confessional box. Your pussy is clenching at the thought of someone seeing the unholy scene unfolding, such a sin to commit, but as Yuta always says ‘the angels and the demons are always watching.’

You squirm in his touch, a yell out his name leaves your lips, and your toes curl under the pleasure. It was almost delicious the way it hurt as his fingers tugged at your bundle of nerves. Ring clad fingers push against your walls as your thoughts run haywire, only the feelings he’s bestowing on you trot through your mind. Wet lips attach to your neck, nibbling the surface delicately as his fingers work their way between your folds. Your mewling, coming completely undone for him as he slides his slender fingers in and out. Your arousal creating a shine against the gold adorning his digits.

His hand doesn’t leave his position as he bends to his knees in front of you. His free hand removes the cloth covering and he watches as your clit turns a bright red- matching the horns on your head. He’s palming at himself thinking how beautiful you’d look in purity colors; a soft halo replacing those vile obstructions on your head, flowing ivory wings of feathers sprouting so lovely from your shoulder blades, dripping in a crimson as they emerge from the skin and the screams you would let out as they broke your flesh. His deep eyes roll back into his head at just the thought of it.

He wraps his wings behind your thighs, bringing you closer to his mouth as he lulls his tongue out. Sweeping a soft chorus of innocence that danced along your skin as he trailed his lips up your thigh. His stare is boring into your glistening cunt as he removes his fingers, only to be quickly replaced with his tongue. His well-kept fingernails are digging into your skin as he swipes the tip along your clit, in slow steady movements. He’s unintentionally teasing you the way he’s swirling his spit around against your sensitive spots and prodding at your entrance. He’s sucking in every drop, every miniscule movement of your pussy, memorizing your taste, your sounds. Drinking it in like he’s being baptized all over again.

“Y-Yuta!” You squeal and try to clench your thighs together around his head but he’s stronger, easily pulling them apart.

His sharply cut jaw is glossed over in your juices as you feel your orgasm overflow. Ripping through your core and coating his chin. He’s groaning between your legs, his ears ringing in muffled sounds of choir bells as he grows lightheaded. He flattens his tongue, licking from your entrance up your waist. He looks up at you, from his knees as his hands clasped together in prayer and he whispers a dirty Amen, his lips glossed in your sheer arousal.

He slowly stands, swiping one last finger between your folds and smoothly pushing it past your lips “Taste yourself- my soon to be angel” the smirk on his face growing.

He carefully lifts you up to his waist. His hard cock nudging your soaked entrance and his ocean eyes stare into your own, whispering secrets in a language you didn’t understand. His hands are gripping at your waist, hard enough to leave imprints, as he sinks you down onto him. He glides so effortlessly into you, so warm and deep into your center. He fills you up completely, feeling his tip hitting your cervix and creating the prettiest bulge in your stomach. Every thrust makes your head reel, thinking of the possibilities of this so-called ‘Heaven’ he always spoke about. Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if you had Yuta like this more often. Your head collapses into the valley between his neck and shoulder. His breathing is harsh, chest heaving against your own as he lifts and lowers you. The sounds that pass through your parted lips, utterances of pleasure, spill into his ear and cascade through his shivering body. He’s close and his movements hasten from a gentle rocking to a needy pulse.

Your body is trembling against him. Jolting against the wooden walls and dull colored curtains. Your vision is spotting and your heads in the clouds- dancing along opalescent diamond thoughts. You didn’t care about forgiveness. This was your given duty to corrupt those pure of heart, but with him, it felt the other way around. Disgraceful sounds echo in the small space as sweat drips from both foreheads. You peek down, you're greedy; the way you're taking his cock against your gummy walls. It was too much, and another scream of his name has your body jolting, thighs quivering. More tears trickle down your face and he’s quick to catch them on his tongue, like you would falling snow in the winter. Whatever Heaven was like- you’d hoped it was like this as you cream around him.

“Say it, tell me you want this to be your eternity; convert you as an ethereal being, an angel- my angel.” Yuta grunts against the skin on your cheek.

“Yes! Yuta, please. Bless me for I have sinned against the Father.” you mewl as a soreness envelopes your core.

The final words you spoke were enough for him. The puffy pink tip of his cock smashed against your cervix and he twitches inside of you. Emptying inside of you, making you focus on the gooey warmth of his cum. White ropes plaster against your walls. There’s no turning back now as he rides out his high into your squelching hole. His wings are quivering out behind him. You feel too good to be ashamed of your actions. He slides you down his thighs, peppering kisses to your face.

“Amen, angel” he whispers.

He takes your shaking hand and leads you out of the steaming box to the altar piece. He gently pushes you to your knees and helps you hold your hand in prayer. He swirls his fingers against the rim of a tarnished silver chalice. It fills in a pale blue pool to the brim and he kneels in front of you. He flicks the water in a cross shape against your skin and it sizzled, god, it hurt so bad. Everything stung and your head was pounding as your horns broke down the middle and fell in streamlined shattered dust to the floor.

“Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” Yuta speaks in a serious tone.

Blood curdling screams left your voice hoarse as white flames erupt from your back. Crescent crimson beads drip from your spine as black tipped feathers emerge, bones crack and your breathing is labored with every growth. Wrecked sobs echo through the thin church walls and he’s in front of you, cradling you, stroking your hair as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. They mean nothing to you- your mind is only focused on the pain.

“Shh, don’t worry, my angel. You’re cleansed now, you're free.” He speaks to only you, a smirk resting on his face as his eyes look up to the ceiling. He finally won. After years of chasing you, attempting to sway you- he finally accomplished his personal conquest.

He picked up your breaking body as a halo tilted atop your head. He carried you through the tall beige doors to the outside. The cloudy sky had parted and golden off-white hues spilled through the seams down onto you. You could feel the rays of the sun warming your skin, and it felt nice. You could feel warmth and pain and love. These new feelings weren’t expected but your heart, your heart; you had a heart and it was fluttering in your chest as Yuta carried you up to the clouds. And you suppose, this new life wouldn’t be so bad, with your angel- was worth more than the infernos of hell.

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