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celestialspecial · 2 years ago

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Unholy

Devil!BillyRusso x Angel! Female Reader

They say all is revealed in death, but that's just not true. How did this path choose you? And why did you find yourself undeniably drawn to the beacon of sin himself?

Warnings: [18+] unprotected sex, smut, oral (female receiving), sacrilegious acts in a church{oops}, dirty talk, religious mentions

Song List Unholy- {obviously} by Sam Smith/Kim Petras The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines 1121 by Halsey

The heavens had opened up and rain poured in heavy sheets across the bustling streets of the city. It didn’t delay the chaos of humanity, only dwindled it for a moment.

Thunder boomed in perfect tandem with the downpour, loud enough to rattle windows and set off a few car alarms. Darkness moved in, encasing the streets in night with only the streetlights glimmering off fallen raindrops.

It came in as it always does slowly, etching inch by inky inch in nightfall until everything was cloaked in it. As if the sun had never been up at all.

Everyone seemed to move fast around you. Hurrying home. Hurrying to the store. Hurrying….just hurrying. But not you.

You moved slowly, delicately, umbrella up, but the rain wouldn’t touch you even without it. Not that anyone would notice, in all their hurrying. A pristine cream colored coat over an equally clean dress.

Your boots splashed up water as you crossed the street, weaving in and out of people covering their heads with newspapers and hoods. A speck of light in a dark cloud.

Then you felt it. A crack of thunder louder than the last that had dogs barking and children crying out. Forks of lightning illuminated the bleak sky for a second.

Casting a vibrant silhouette over the sidewalk of the church before you. Flying buttresses scaling upwards to the sky. Steeples demanding notice and carved gargoyles and creatures of other worlds climbing the exterior.

As the storm seemed to worsen around you and the sidewalks emptied you sought respite in the opulent building before you. Drawn to it in a way, not to escape the rain, but to explore further.

The door creaked loudly as you pushed it open, falling closed behind you with a boom that echoed inside the expansive interior. High vaulted ceilings and ornate carvings surrounded you.

The massive church was empty. The only source of light coming from the offering candles that flickered dimly on either side of the aisles and the occasional burst of light from the sky outside.

Followed quickly by loud claps of thunder. You’d often count to see how far away the thunder and lightning were from each other but now it didn’t matter,they were perfectly matched.

The storm was above you in its entirety. Closing your umbrella and setting the drenched object off to the side as you moved further into the cathedral.

Not a soul in sight and yet you could almost hear the haunting and rhythmic vocalizations of a gothic choir. Your footsteps echoed as you moved up the aisle.

You found solace in these places of worship. Before your death and ever more now. You thought when you’d become an angel you’d be surrounded by holy light at all times.

That wasn’t the case. As made apparent by the ever brimming darkness the ebbed and flowed around you now. Only at certain times did that ethereal essence choose to shine.

Because if being a human was complicated, being THIS was even more so.

Your footfalls reverberated on the stones beneath you. Bouncing off the walls and filling the quiet space in between booms of thunder. Moving upwards through the nave of the church.

Another crack of lightning flooded the room with light and you realized then that you were fact, not alone.

A dark figure stood at the apse, turned away from you. Hands resting on what looked to be the altar. As darkness descended again you had to squint to even make out if it had only been a trick of the light.

You knew it hadn’t been. You intuition said otherwise.

“Are you even supposed to be here?” You called out. Stepping forward another few paces. The figure didn’t move. You could feel the floor seem to shake as the storm continued on outside.

As you got closer you could see the shape of a man come into form more clearly. Shoulders shaking. Crying? No. Silent laughter.

You didn’t need confirmation but when the next flash of light flooded the cathedral you saw the crawling shadow creeping down the nave towards your feet. A figure of a man, with horns and a pointed tail.

As darkness dashed over once more you gasped as the man had turned and moved just a foot before you in less time than it took the lightning to pass. Inhumanly fast. But of course, what else would you expect from the devil himself?

“Darling, it’s been too long. Is that what you’d call a welcome?” He snapped his fingers and a new chorus of offering lights that hadn’t been previously lit sparked up around you.

Casting an eerie reddish orange glow, but now he came more fully into view. Towering over you, slicked back hair the color of oil with the same amount of shine. Eyes so dark and deep you swore you could feel yourself choke for air attempting to escape them.

An inky suit, cleanly pressed with a stiff collar and matching black tie. Leather gloves affixed to his hands and disappearing beneath his sleeves. Pale skin that stood out against his jet colored shirt.

The only color on him was a blood red pocket square on his suit jacket. Your eyes immediately drawn to it. To escape his all encompassing and severe gaze. How he felt to be everywhere all at once was unnerving.

No horns or tail to be seen. To the untrained eye he was just a devilishly handsome man, and nothing more. But you knew better.

“You shouldn’t be here Billy.” The devil had no place in a church. This was your domain. A place for the downtrodden and weary, so you could keep them safe.

The corner of his mouth ticked up, brows furrowing in mock thought as he studied you. Undressed you with his ebony eyes, as he swiped a leather covered thumb over his bottom lip.

“Am I not also allowed to marvel in this place and all its…beauty?”

The last word came out clipped, succinct. As if he wasn’t sure that was the word he had intended to use from the beginning.

“Was it truly this place or something else?” You felt emboldened by his mockery. You’d expected this afterlife to be a stark contrast to your humanity but still you felt your heart race, cheeks gone ruddy. You still had so much left to learn.

His eyes beamed at you and your smart remark. Another fork of lightning struck the sky and his raven eyes glowed in a soul sinking hue of red. When the cool blackness descended again he was no longer in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for any sign of his demonic specter. Sure enough you saw him, returned to his spot at the altar, only this time on the opposite side facing you.

He ran a gloved hand along the stone slab as he moved from one side to the other. Stopping to pick up the golden goblet at the end turning it over in his hands, examining it.

“You know, back in the day these used to be made of real gold. And the wine? Well it was far better than what’s passing for drink nowadays.” He drifted his fingers over the top of the goblet and lifted it to his lips, drinking something from within.

“Why did you summon me here, Billy?” The slurping sound he made before discarding the cup to the ground with a loud metallic thunk, was downright filthy. And you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a tremor in your knees at it.

“Sweetheart, we’re of two different factions. I can’t summon you to do anything.” He was right. But the pull you felt towards him, well, it felt easier to stomach when the blame was placed on him and not you feeling drawn to a demon of your own accord.

“Do they not call you the king of lies?” You moved up the rest of the nave and towards the apse where he now resided. Picking up the empty chalice as you went. Placing it off to the side on a small table. “A throne carved for you made of greed and avarice. A heart black as night and a wicked tongue?”

He leaned forward on the altar, resting an elbow to prop up his chin whilst looking in your eyes.

“If you’re curious about my tongue, you need only ask.”

You wanted to be disgusted. You truly did. You wished for it, but when it only sent shivers of pleasure through your body. To imagine him feasting upon you…

“I’ll ask you to leave once more.” Where was your ferocity, that angelic illumination that was supposed to draw forth from you and scare off all abominations? You willed it forward, but it did not come.

He pushed back, leaving one hand on the stone, tracing a finger over a few choice grooves that stood out.

“And if I had come here with a purpose? What then?” Was this…truth? Coming from the king of hell itself?

“What purpose would that be?”

“To see you.”

You blanched at that. Uncertain if he was telling you the truth, yet in your soul you could feel it. Feel him. It frightened you. An angel was not meant to commune with the devil let alone…feel things for him. Let alone, mutual things.

“To see me?” You questioned, moving up to the opposite side of the altar, letting your own hands rest along the smooth cool stone.

His bowed head slowly raised, until your gazes were locked. Whatever breath had been left in your lungs was gone. You weren’t sure, but was that a look of hesitation in those once stark cold eyes of his?

The devil was demanding and sin incarnate and yet before you he looked a man, a man showing …humanity.

“Yes.”

While every fiber of your being wanted to scream against it, you watched as if by design, your own hand reach across the carved stone and take his gloved hand in yours.

Feeling his fingers twine against yours felt so right and yet so bad at the same time. Everything inside your head begged you to stop and yet your soul craved more. So much more.

Without letting go of your hand he walked around the edge of the surface coming to rest on your side. So close to you. Too close to you. He smelled decadent and the heat radiating off of him was, ungodly.

You’d just opened your mouth to list all the reasons why this couldn’t, No shouldn’t happen but it was cut short by him lifting you from the ground and seating you on the altar above him.

Knees splaying open, the perfect space for him to stand between them. Firm hands resting on your hips, toying with the sides of your dress. Edging it up higher and higher.

You gasped, hands on his shoulders pushing him back. Wide eyes meeting his, your lips parted, a ragged breath just barely getting past your mouth. He surged forward capturing your lips against his.

If this is what hell felt like, what they taught in church was wrong. You’d trade heaven for this every time. Searing lips, and skilled tongue working you over and over until you felt dizzy. Mouths meeting and clamoring to see who’d devour who first.

As he pulled away you caught his bottom lip between your teeth, biting enough to draw a rivulet of blood and when your eyes met his once more they were filled with hellfire.

Before he could move towards you again you leaned back, elbows falling to rest against the cold slab.

“Billy! We can’t. I- can’t…” the gravity of the situation dawning on you as another rumble of thunder resonated throughout the dark empty chamber.

His gloved hand came up to rest against your cheek softly, tenderly. It was disconcerting how tender it felt. Thumb rubbing against your ruddy cheek, soothing the hiccup of anguish that threatened to spill from you.

“You’ve not been an angel for a long time, trust me it gets old.”

At that Billy fell to his knees before you, pushing the last inch or so of your dress up around your waist and sinking his tongue into you so deeply that your scream drowned out the next roar of thunder.

He was outside of you, then in you, then he was you, in quick succession. Pleasure surged, wracking your body wave after wave. The heat of his mouth tasting you, lapping each delicious drop fervently.

You dragged your fingers through his slicked back hair, messing it up, gripping it forcefully. Half wishing he did have his horns so you could grasp them while riding his face.

Your moans grew louder and louder, echoing off the cavernous walls. The stained glass figures all staring down at the sinful act occurring on their sacred altar. You felt yourself at the precipice, burning in your stomach begging for release.

His tongue circled your clit forcefully then his dirty lips found your center and sucked. You couldn’t remember when one glove had come off but you felt flesh against flesh on your thigh, pushing you open wider for him.

One finger then another entering you, curling against your walls, dragging out the bliss until you could bear it no longer. His fingers and mouth moved as one consumed you and with a feral cry you were spiraling over the edge.

Stars bursting behind your eyes as they squeezed shut, a tear escaping and sliding along the side of your face to land on the surface beneath you. The world seemed to shake and boom in time with the storm never ceasing outside.

As the aftershocks ebbed away you saw Billy push up from his knees on the ground, standing over you, hands braced in either side of your pliant body. He held his one gloved finger up to his mouth.

“Shhhh baby, this is a holy place.”

Your lips parted then shut, no words could be formed. Your body was still coming down from its high. You could only watch as he slowly shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor.

Followed by removing his other glove and letting it drop as well. Your wobbly arms still braced against the altar, haphazardly hoisting your boneless form up to a seating position once more. Watching his every move, noticing the way the front of his pants struggled to contain him.

He smoothed a hand over the front and you saw the shape of his cock jump against the confining fabric. It had your mouth watering and an undeniable ache to be filled.

All hopes of protest died in you then. As an angel you were still not free of sin, no matter how much you’d hoped that you would be. Instead you were craving the devil in every sense of the word.

A hunger, unlike any you’d known before grew inside you, screaming and clawing to get out. Your hands moved deftly to unbutton the top of his shirt, fingers sliding underneath the silken fabric feeling his heated skin.

Part of you had anticipated him to feel cold. Dead. But he was warm, his skin soft beneath your fingers. Your heavy lidded eyes drifted down as your attention moved to unbuckling his belt.

“What a pretty little thing you are.” You felt his fingers move to cradle your chin as you continued your work. “I know He creates angels that obey and are pristine, but you’re neither of those things are you?”

You bit your lip in concentration and attempting to muffle out his words. Had He made a mistake, misjudging you, deeming you worthy when you were here, doing decidedly un-angelic things?

Pushing down his pants so they puddled around his feet,Billy stepped out of them fully. Boxers and all had been discarded and you could take in all of him. Even in the dimness of the room his size had your mouth going dry.

Your eyes never left him as he walked to the end of the altar, forcing you to swing your legs and scoot to meet him. Black hair mussed, pieces falling over his dark eyes that seemed to have animalistic glow.

Running a hand through the unkempt strands he gripped your sides, kneading the exposed flesh and tugging at the strings of your dress that hadn’t yet come untied.

His hot mouth covered the crook of where your neck met your shoulder, snarling as he kissed the soft skin, biting a patch then licking it to soothe.

You cried out, clawing at his back, dragging your fingers down surely leaving red marks. And he loved it. You could feel it as he bit harder this time, begging you to dig deeper.

Finally when his mouth moved up to meet yours again you felt the ties on the side of your dress give way and fall on either side of you. Barely taking notice as your arms wrapped around his neck.

Tasting him, touching him, yearning for him. An unholy yearning and undeniable ache. Ripping your dress out from underneath you and throwing it onto his own pile of clothes you hissed feeling the cold stone pressed against your flesh.

“Lay back for me, baby.” His whisper husky in your ear, making your toes curl at the sound.

Adjusting yourself you let your lower back meet with the biting cold of the marble slab. Then your upper back, and finally your head. Your hair fell around you like the broken halo you were sure you’d never wear again.

Billy stood over you at the end of the altar, the endless claps of thunder and flashes from behind the stained glass windows backlit him and you swore you could feel the stone beneath you grow heated .

Flames licking at your skin, or was it just your poor flushed body aching for whatever came next. He hovered over you, grabbing your hips and pulling you down towards him a touch before squeezing the soft flesh of your rear for good measure.

The squeak you made had him grinning. A flash of bright white teeth and then he was kissing up your legs. Tickling your ankle, you made to pull back but his grip grew tight holding you in place.

“Where are you running off to?” You swallowed thickly, not daring to pull away, but pushing up to watch him more fervently. At that he pressed the center of you chest down, hand flattening between your breasts.

Returning to running a hot trail of kisses and sucking along your inner thighs, placing a long slow lick to your core, which had you clenching in need before he adjusted his position.

Looking over you now, hands clasping your wrists above your head, pinned to the altar beneath you.

“I demand a sacrifice.”

You felt the blunt end of him press to your center and push into you. Your hands shot to his back, gripping him flush against you as he began to move his hips.

Undulating against you, filling you to the brim. Fuller and fuller. He moaned against your neck, your hair pressed to his face and sticking to his parted lips.

He nearly withdrew fully then thrusted so deep inside you, you swore you felt it in your chest. The groan that escaped you felt as if it’d been trapped within for decades, millennia.

He kissed along your collar bone, tongue delving to taste your skin, lick up your sweat, the he found the bud of your nipple, his mouth expertly pulling each new sweet sound from you.

All you could do was scratch and claw at his back. Tearing into him, wanting to be inside him as much as he was inside you. Forbidden lust and dreadful pleasures.

Were you truly an angel anymore or just an extension of the devil himself? Would you ever be let back into heaven after this. Maybe it was worth it. Maybe he was worth it.

As if he could sense the thoughts wracking your brain he rolled his hips against you with delicious roughness. His cock twitching inside you, touching something deep within you that has you groaning again.

“Billy” his name leaves your mouth. It’s the only prayer you feel worthy of reciting. Again and again and again.

“Yes” another grunt punctuated by a thrust of his hips. He moans low and loud and it awakens something in you.

“Sing my name.”

His forehead touches yours, eyes piercing, looking into your soul. A rushing heated sensation flushes through your skin. Eyes squeezing shut as you only focus on the pleasure you’re receiving.

Cresting higher and higher, the liquid fire feeling soaring through your veins, pins and needles and licking flames and the heavens opening up in a million raindrops.

Hips meeting again and again, a cacophony of moans and filthy noises filling this sacred place. Sunshine and hellfire meeting as one. Flesh and bone and blood and rage.

You were burning you could feel it. Each exquisite stroke of him was dragging you deeper and deeper away from salvation.

Then he hit the part of you that needed him most and you screamed, clenching around him as your climax overtook you. A few more bucks and then he’s following you over the edge.

“Fuck, my pretty little Angel.” He moans as he spills inside you. All the candles lit in the church flare brightly, the flames climbing higher as their master groans, his own orgasm claiming him.

You feel his hot release fill you to the brim and the tumultuous waves wash over you as you slowly ride out both your highs.

Your skin feels like a million pinpricks tickling it and as your eyes blearily drift open to look upon your lover you see the room filled with light.

Angelic light. Glancing down you see your entire body radiating with an ethereal glow. He loomed just above you, bathed in your effervescent light.

You could see how beautiful of an angel he must’ve been. To even make God jealous. His darkness eddied away in your warm hues, encasing you both in a quite literal, afterglow.

Only the devil could make you shine like this.

After a moment you felt your breath start to ease, chest no longer heaving, the ethereal warmth slowly returned to your body. Coolness returning to settle in your bones as the cathedral grew dark around you both once more.

Billy brushed the hair from your forehead, placing a kiss to the same spot. Pushing up from the altar he moved over to his clothing, rifling through the pile before returning to your side.

He held up the red pocket square, raising a brow and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Cleaning you up with the very swath of fabric. Even lifting you gingerly off the altar, allowing your feet to meet with the floor once again.

“Thank you for allowing me to worship you.”

The rainfall outside pattering against the windows had slowed, thunder rumbling but sounding further off. You could even count a few beats in between a lighting strike and then the far off thundering.

“Billy…” resuming guilt “I don’t know what to say-“

“Don’t say anything. Not right now.” You didn’t know why you felt this way. Why he felt this way. How heaven had goofed so royally when it came to you.

An angel in love with the devil. How poetic.

He’d helped you slip back into your dress, and adjusted your coat while you assisted in straightening his tie and brushing a loose strand of his hair back.

Placing one more roguish kiss to his smirking lips and descending down the nave, past the pews, retrieving your umbrella from where you’d left it by the front door.

Turning back to spare one last glance at the devil himself, but he was already gone.

You stood along in the echoing hall, the offering candles resumed their quiet swaying and the altar that had been so wickedly tainted not an hour ago was once again clean and unmarred.

What this meant, what this signified, why it had chosen you, you hadn’t the slightest. It felt too big to ponder, at least right now when everything felt so raw.

Walking out into the drizzling rain, disappearing onto the sidewalks once more you thought of your encounter and could feel it.

That illumination, that radiating glow but instead of shining outwards you could feel it nestled deep in the cavern of your chest. Allowing a small smile to grace your lips as you blended into the night.

Say what you will of the devil, but he will always be a gentleman.

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