yeosang x reader (fallen angel au)
cw; MDNI, mentions of the devil, mentions of alcohol, implications of death, tit sucking, fingering, oral, soft dom yeosang, missionary, praise, slight angst, implications of grief.
AN; something fun that I wanted to write, some supernatural refs in there too because why not. as always please reading the content warnings. and this is ALL fictional, none of it is real, none of it is associated with ateez irl.
It was much more complicated than that. Nothing was as black and white as it seemed. It ran deeper than what humans portrayed it as. Not all angels were good, pure, holier than thou. And some demons were not evil, drenched in shadows and thirsty for souls. Some angels were banished from the holy ground for their rebellious nature; for disagreeing with the rules of the higher power. Cast down below, deep into the underbelly of brimstone and nightmares.
Whispers trickled along the bloodsoaked cobbles, clawed at by the tendrils of darkness. Mumurings of a fallen angel, condemned to an eternity of imprisonment in hell for disobeying the word of God. Believed to be nothing short of a myth, most creatures refusing to believe angelic power would be pulsating through the fractured walls.
Despite the way the cards had fallen for him, his personality stayed intact. His outlook on the world hadn't changed. Just his perception of his brothers had been tilted greatly.
Walking the stone brick walkways, flames licking the stone as he avoided falling into the fiery pit below him. Once again, he'd been summoned to get his hands dirty. To float up to Earth and bring a hunter down here. Replaying the conversation over in his mind, Yeosang shook his head, unable to grasp just exactly what he had been asked to do.
"You want me to snatch a hunter and bring them here?"
"Not any hunter. A special one."
Not an ounce of hesitation was to be found in Yunho's tone. Crystal clear in his asking telling Yeosang what he wanted from him.
"She didn't make a deal."
"She doesn't need to make a deal, Yeosang."
Fire flickered in his eyes, fingers drumming along the arm of the throne he was positioned in. Conversation closed.
Running a hand through his already disheveled hair, Yeosang blew out a breath as he stood high above the roaring depths of hell below him. How was he supposed to go to earth and kidnap a hunter? Let alone one that was seasoned in the game.
Clouds had rolled in across the Kansas plains swiftly, casting a shadow over the small motel you'd made a pitstop at. Rain lashed against the hood of the Impala, thunder groaning up above as lightning split the sky. Tapping your thumb against the steering wheel, eyeing the weather as you waited for Wooyoung to finish checking you both in. Days on the road had finally caught up with you both, exhaustion was starting to take over, something you hated to admit. Soon enough Wooyoung was jogging across the parking lot, huddling inside the car. Strands of his oreo hair plastered to his forehead, rain droplets running down his cheeks as he pointed to the right side of the motel. Turning the car around, you drove over to the motel room you'd been given, neon red signs blinking in reflection of the window.
Stretching his arms out, Wooyoung let out a small sigh of relief. For a moment, the car was silent aside from the roaring storm that was battling against you. After a moment, you shrugged into your leather jacket and followed Woo to the motel room. Grabbing the bags, you both dashed inside, door clicking behind you.
Bland, dreary and dusty. Nothing new when it came to crashing in motel rooms. Dumping the bags on the floor, you perched on the edge of one the stiff beds. Woo mirrored you, arching an eyebrow as he studied your face.
"Are you still beating yourself up over that werewolf?"
Shaking your head, warning tone evident as you spoke. But, he didn't let up.
"You had no choice. It was either kill him or be dog chow."
Closing your eyes, scenes unfolding behind your eyelids. One poor kid who had been forced into a situation he had no control over. Lost and confused-
Voice cracking at the slight pleading that spilled from your lips. Wooyoung's expression softened and he backed off, standing back up and excusing himself. No doubt to head to the gas station to grab you both a six pack. Silence fell across the motel room, fractured by the storm. Laying back against the uncomfortable bed, fingers rubbing circles into your temples.
Guilt seeped into your veins, ice in your bones and the never ending memory of the werewolf you killed. Killed or be killed, that was the decision you had been presented with. It hadn't mattered that you had wanted to save him, to help the creature who's life had been flipped upside down-
Wrenching yourself free of the torment, sitting back up and reaching for your phone. Pressing the speed dial, you were instantly connected with Jongho.
"Did you find anything else about the werewolf pack?"
Sighing, you relaxed your shoulders and mumbled a hello to him.
"No, I didn't. I told you when I do, I will call you. Focus on your other hunts."
Jongho's tone was firm, sound of pages flipping filled the speaker. Image of him sat at his desk, scouring different news articles and reports while sipping whiskey.
"I'm sending you the coordinates of a hunt that Seonghwa found. Get some sleep and don't let Woo convince you to drink tequila again."
As soon as Jongho hung up the information for the hunt spiraled across the screen. Arizona. Potential vampire nest. Blowing out a breath you saved the coordinates and locked your phone. Just then, Wooyoung returned with alcohol and cheap gas station food.
Living the life of luxury.
Arizona heat beat down on you, sun blazing hot as you flicked the lighter onto the pile of vampire corpses you'd slain. Flames clawed up towards the sky, Wooyoung tossing you a bottle of beer as he propped himself against the hood of the Impala.
"This may have been the quickest hunt we've done."
Wooyoung noted, taking a sip of the flat alcohol. Rolling the bottle between your palms, nodding in response. Sigh resonated from Woo as he plucked the bottle from your restless hands and switched it with his open one.
"Jongho said he would call when he got more information- I don't understand why you want to track down this pack."
"Because we can save them- they were turned against their will, they didn't have a choice. I never got the chance to save-"
Catching the pitiful gaze of Wooyoung was enough to activate your defences.
"Don't give me a lecutre on guilt."
"What happened to San wasn't your-"
Passing the bottle back to Woo with more force than you intended, backtracking as you pitched the car keys to him.
"I'll catch up with you later at the motel."
Not giving him a moment to protest you left him behind, feet carrying you back into town. Baking heat was swarming you, but it wasn't the heat causing the guilt in you to spiral. Soon enough, you were back in the hustle and bustle of the town. Legs guiding you to the town's bar, no hesitation in ordering yourself every drink that was strong enough to drown out the scenes playing in your head.
Four drinks turned into six and after the ninth, you were no longer able to keep count. Alcohol hitting your system in a blissful wave of relief. Sliding your empty glass back across the bar, stumbling across the hardwood floor and out into the warm evening air. One eye closed as you tried to figure out the way back to the motel.
Somewhere in the parking lot a voice echoed to you, light and airy, calling out. Blurs of shapes darted in front of you, but you were unable to keep your balance or vision stable. Concotion of alcohols blending together and overriding your mind and body. Passing out before you hit the ground- but you never touched the ground.
Arms circled around you, a hold secure and firm. Keeping you close to his chest, tucking you away from the world as if he was some kind of guardian angel.
"And you're the human I'm supposed to be snatching."
Pain penetrated your temples, rocketing across your forehead and circling the back of it. Mouth dry, empty stomach and nausea churning inside of you with a violent force. Groggily opening your eyes, blinking away the grainy vision that had invaded your retnas. Propping yourself up, instantly regretting the choices of alcohol you had consumed. This time you couldn't blame Woo for his cohersion. No, this was all on you. After a moment your eyesight focused, honing in on the room that you were sat in. Ice trickled down your spine, immediate realisation that this wasn't your motel room.
"Easy, that hangover can't be too pretty on you right now."
Whipping your head around at the voice, wincing at the pain that throbbed as you did so. Perched in the corner of the shabby motel room, hidden by shadows was the stanger who had whisked you away from the bar.
Croaking out the question, tongue slapping the roof of your mouth, the need to down a glass of water was insane. Emerging out of the shadows, stepping into the dim amber light, he presented himself to you.
"I thought you hunters were well equipped in your knowledge of the supernatural?"
Flicker of hazel gold twinkled his eyes before disappearing. Aura of mystery, danger and temptation quivered around him. Any hangover that was holding you captive now vanished. Clarity had taken over, fuelling you with adrenaline. Reflexes kicking in as you reached for your knife- patting frantically along your pockets only to be hit with the emptiness of any weapon or your phone.
"Couldn't take any chances, sorry."
From behind his back his produced your knife and phone, before clicking his fingers and they poofed into thin air. Raising your chin, standing feet from him, you held your ground.
"You're portrayed as someone difficult to track down, an entity not to be messed with... and yet, you get black out drunk in a bar, lowering all your inhibitions. Not exactly top tier hunter behaviour."
A sigh deflated out of him as he adjusted the watch sitting neatly on his wrist. Rings shimmering in the shitty motel room light.
"I did homework though, I see why Yunho wants you."
Every breath in your body froze, each muscle locked into place and any thought you had was shattered by the sentence uttered by the stranger.
"Escaping the clutches of the most powerful being in nearly all creation? That's some feat, hunter."
"He isn't as smart as he thinks."
Arching an eyebrow, eyes narrowing as you glared at him. Dismissing his agreement, you asked your question again.
Lips parting in surprise at the name he replied with. Impossible. But was it? Was anything impossible in the line of work you did? You had fought vampires, werewolves, demons, spirits, wendigo's, killer clowns, skinwalkers, ghouls-
"As in the fallen angel?"
"As in the angel banished and ostracized by heaven? Yes."
Silence settled over the room as you let what he said sink in. Raising his hand, stopping you from whatever questions you were about to ask.
"I am here to take you captive and throw you into the pits of hell for Yunho's pleasure."
How were you meant to fight against a banished angel with no weapons? With no back up?
"Before you give yourself an aneursym, relax. I'm not going to take you to him. He wants to get his hands dirty, he can come and get you himself. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about when it came to you."
Yeosang's lips twitched but he didn't smile, he shrugged lightly and leaned against the wall.
"Yunho wants me to bring you to hell, not dead, but alive. I've done my research on you. Elusive hunter, well known, well feared. Quite the legacy."
Pausing, arms folded across his chest before he continued.
"It's all a front though, isn't it? You hide a lot. Pretending everything is fine despite the guilt and fear that eats you alive."
Softness had weaved its way into his tone, pity and sadness etched into his expression as his angelic eyes pinned themselves to you. Air was knocked out of your lungs at the words hanging between you both. Brain working at full speed to figure out what you could possibly say back in retaliation.
"What happened to your friend, San? Nothing you could have done. He was destined for doom the moment he stepped outside that day."
"Those vampires had him marked, he was going to be their target regardless of what you did-"
"Shut up before I kill you."
Empy threat spilled from your lips, hands balled into fists as the memory of San's last moments flooded your vision. But, Yeosang ignored you.
"Stop blaming yourself, stop feeling guilty, stop trying to fix things, stop cutting yourself off from the people who care."
Twitch of your hand, reflex from his bone cutting statements, striking his marble carved face with your fist. Thick crack resounded around the room, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as white hot pain ricocheted around your body. Withdrawing your hand, cradling it to your chest, string of curses flowing from your mouth.
Fingers were broken without a shadow of a doubt. Before you could do anything, Yeosang had spun you back round, fingers latched onto your upper arm as his free hand caressed your wounded one. Slender fingers stroked the red hot skin, tingles racing along your flesh with a golden hue sparkling. Within a matter of seconds the pain was gone, like it had never been there in the first place. Unfurling your fingers, wiggling them before you, an intake of breath drew past your lips.
"You're welcome, sunshine."
Glancing back at him, Yeosang was now sporting a grin, but it wasn't mocking or amused, it was gentle. For a brief moment, you let yourself shrink. Despite not wanting to agree with anything he had said, you knew he was right.
"How do I stop feeling guilty?"
A question you'd repeated to yourself for years, day in and day out. Wanting to find an answer, to be able to move on peacefully. Yeosang gestured to be the bed, for you to take a seat. So you did.
"Let the people who care for you in, let them help heal the scars that are slashed across your heart."
Wise words from a banished angel, you thought to yourself.
Silence vibrated around you both, same golden shimmer in his eyes as he answered you.
If the room wasn't still before, it certainly was now. Charge of electricty shuddered between you as Yeosang approached you with a stealth that was powered by grace. One swift movement and you were back on your feet, hand laying within his. Free hand brushed the hair from your shoulder, fingers delicately tracing the pulse point on your neck.
Murmured demand, full of nothing but a promise that he would and could help you. Everything about this situation, about this moment was beyond all the principles of being a hunter. Yeosang's fingers trailed along your neck, skimming along your jawline, lightly touching your lips.
"It's been such a long time since you were last kissed. Let anyone touch you. So much you've missed out, sunshine."
Yeosang almost sounded sorry for you, eyes trained on your face as his arm snaked around your waist, penning you against him. Fingers fell from your lips as he clasped your chin, coolness against your flushed skin. Guding you to look at him, eyes glazed over with that golden hue.
Another murmur from him, before he dipped his head down and caught you in a kiss like no other. All the guilt in your body, all the tension and responsibilty you had been carrying, melted away. Without fully grasping what you were doing, hands curling around the lapels of his crisp blazer, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes. It was in that second you did exactly what he ordered; you didn't hold back.
Scarred skin was peppered in soothing kisses, lighting a path of fire inside of you. Yeosang above you, marble body pressed against your red hot one. No constrictions between you now, no barriers. Lips capturing yours again, tongue stroking against yours. Hands sliding over his picture perfect skin, as Yeosang's lips fell lazily to your neck and then to your collarbone. Not an inch of your skin wasn't covered by either his lips or hands.
Not a single thing mattered in your mind, whether that was because Yeosang's fingers were now meticulously working themselves against your core, knuckles brushing against your pulsating clit. Lost in a haze as his lips puckered around your nipples, teeth nipping and tongue soothing.
"Even more beautiful when you let go."
Soft praise emanated from him, words dancing across your skin as he continued to lick and suck at your tits. Fingers curling against your heated wetness, pushing deeper as he did so.
Shutting you down as he scattered kisses further down your stomach, reaching your hipbone. No warning as his tongue teamed with his fingers, tongue tasting your arousal as his fingers increased the pace. Overwhelming sensations split you in half, back arching at the pleasure he was pumping you with. Thighs trembling as the heat travelled through your body, hitting your chest like a ton of weights.
Unable to keep yourself collected any longer, whimpers ripping through you as you came on his tongue, coating his fingers. Satisfied hum resonated within Yeosang as he lifted his head up, blonde hair falling across his eyes. Creeping back up to your face, one hand clasping your hips as he ghost his lips against yours.
Sweat sheened the back of your neck, body shaking but it was just the start. Yesoang latched his fingers around your wrist, directing your hand to his waiting cock. Unspoken orders as you wrapped your hand around him, hearing a hiss of pleasure erupt from him. Guiding him to your soaked cunt, now beyond desperate to let him take care of you, to show you how you can let someone love you again.
Pushing himself inside of you, feeling every inch fill you to the brim. Fingernails digging into his shoulders as he cradled you into him. Pleasure, bliss, every single emotion that held the power to happiness flooded through you. A warm surge that seeped into bone, muscle and fibre. Rocking his hips against yours, golden light exploding around you both as Yeosang found your lips again.
Messy kisses as Yeosang started to increase the pace, slow at first and then fucking you with vigor and need. Bodes tangled together, limbs slung over the others. Passion and want bleeding together. Cock hitting your sweet spot, walls clencing around him as he moaned into your mouth. All the broken parts of you were being patched over with the bliss that Yeosang was providing.
Incoherent sentences tumbled from your kiss swollen lips, unable to voice just how close you were to coming undone. Rhythem picked up at a speed that suffocated you, whole body trembling with a pleasure like no other. Hands firmly clamped down on your hips for leverage as he fucked you with fierce fever but ensuring you weren't hurt in the process. Clambering to hold onto each other as you hit your maxium limit, chasing the high. Calling out each others name as you hit the peak.
Panting, slick thighs, flushed skin and aftershocks. Room falling silent, windows steamed up and the air thick with satisfaction and sated hunger. Yeosang gently withdrew from you, collapsing in a heap beside you. Hazy and dazed, body aching in a way that you had longed for.
Yeosang effortlessy tucked you into his side, holding you close as you came down from the high. New, unfamiliar feeling throbbing in your veins. Too tired to acknowledge anything, to process what just happened. Eyes closing, you soundly fell asleep next to Yeosang. Regardless of his status, his nature, his title...
This was the most human Yeosang had felt in centuries.
