Heaven's Demon - Purinz

V. Suited-Up Little Demon

"Jesus, fuck."

"Definitely not Jesus."

Yunjin groans and digs her nails in deeper, relishing the quick hiss at the obvious sting. But then her groan rolls more into a pathetic sounding whine, fingers grasping desperately for an entirely different reason.

Hands gripping her thighs tighten as Chaewon speeds up, Yunjin's eyes screwing shut at the new pace. Her muscles tremble as she fights to stay upright on the edge of the desk, the sweat and arousal-slicked skin of her ass sliding on its surface with each thrust.

Lips nip and suck and paint angry rose-colored promises along the column of her throat, a wayward scrape of teeth causing her to clench tightly around the toy sheathed inside.

"It's okay, Yunjin," Chaewon whispers in her ear, the sweet hum of her voice barely noticeable over the wet sound of their fucking and the clink of buckles that keep the harness slung around Chaewon's hips. "Trust me. Let go."

Yunjin moans and mindlessly releases her hold at the command, her muscles screaming in relief as she lets herself fall backward. She tenses, spine bowing and body bracing itself as she expects to feel the crash of wood against her back.

Only the feeling never comes.

Silken plumes wrap around the dip of her waist, cradling her splayed body in a gentle hold. Feathers and warmth envelop her, tickling at her skin as they flex under her weight to lift and hold her suspended above the desk. Yunjin's eyes flutter open in confusion as a hand cups her cheek, her gaze finding brilliant forests staring back.

Green rings seem to glow within the dark hammock of black wings, a fire simmering within the depths of brown pupils as a sinister smile twists at Chaewon's lips.

"Just like that, gorgeous. Just let go."

Before Yunjin can parcel meaning to those words, strong hands fly to her hips again and grasp her in a possessive hold.

Chaewon's hips give a few sluggish jogs, the new angle causing Yunjin's eyes to roll with each push.

And then Chaewon grins up through lowered lashes, the sharp slant of her lips a silent warning before her hips shoot forward in quick fire snaps, wings and hands pulling Yunjin down roughly onto each thrust.

Yunjin feels her entire body jolt with each pump, head lolling back as delirious sounds of pleasure slip from her lips.

She feels like a ragdoll of a person, hands limply clutching the edge of the desk beneath her as she's moved and fucked to the tempo of Chaewon's every whim.

Muscles clench and relax under the heels Yunjin had unconsciously dug into the back of Chaewon's thighs. Encouraging and clinging onto the last vestiges of her sanity, as Yunjin does whatever she can to come out of this in one piece. The loud scrap of skin rang through the office mixing with the heavy scent of sex and the deep timbre of quiet growls.

Wings curl and bend her forward, Yunjin's mouth falling open with obscene-sounding moans as she feels plump lips wrap around the pebbled skin of her nipple.

"Oh my God."

Chaewon hums, releasing the breast with a pop. "Well, that's better than Jesus, I suppose."

"Shu— Fuck," Yunjin tries and then swallows, eyes rolling closed at the sound of her voice, croaking and deep, as she struggles to speak through the relentless thrusting of hips. "Shut the fuck up, Chaewon."

Chaewon simply smiles, a small chuckle rumbling through her throat as dark wings pull Yunjin closer.

Chest heaving with panted breaths, Yunjin feels large, pert breasts and achingly hard nipples press deliciously against her own. She whines and sinks her fingers into the thick mane of Chaewon's hair to steady herself at the sudden change in position.