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just thought about best friend anton or sungchan laying in between your legs, head on your thigh while scrolling on his phone 😓 it's pretty normal at first, but after a while, he moves a lot, shifting side to side. you huff, getting a little annoyed at how much he's moving. you tell him to stop moving but he moves to lay on his stomach and looks up at you, throwing his phone aside on the bed, still in between your legs. the sight immediately catches you off guard, cheeks turning pink. he notices you blushing and smirks, teasing you if you like him being in between your legs. you mindlessly nod, not knowing you did. he laughs and moves down, pressing his cheek against on of your thighs, eventually pressing a kiss on it. your breath hitches and you bite down on your bottom lip, taken slightly aback but feeling turned on. you try to close your thighs together but he just pushes them apart and uses his strong hands to make them stay still. he then starts to suck and nibble on your thighs, placing hickeys on them ☹️☹️☹️☹️

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AJHAHSHSH gonna go w sungchan🤭

he would tease you for getting turned on by having your best friend between your thighs like that. he saw the wet patch on your shorts and just laughed at how easy it was to make you like this. your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as his fingers traced the wet patch, making you breathe sharply. next thing you knew, he was taking your shorts off and pulling your panties to the side, revealing your glistening pussy. he placed your legs over his shoulders as he continued playing with your pussy, teasing you about how sensitive you were to your best friends’s touch. he would eventually make you cum all over his fingers, licking them clean as he looked at you. you couldn’t believe your best friend made you cum like that and you wanted more.

do not own. all credit goes to owner. 💖🍓⭐️

Enhypen hard thoughts 💭

Warnings: degrading, crying, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, boob play?, pet names

- currently thinking about mean!domSunghoon fucking you till your about to cum just so he can edge you and what you cry and beg for an orgasm .

“Ah- ahh.. pl-please hoonie..” “nope.. just take what I give you and be grateful you have this dick in you right now. We both know you don’t deserve it.”

- currently thinking about hardDom!Jay pounding into you in doggg style pulling your hair and smaking your ass leaving hand prints. Practically manhandling you.

“Yeah, like this baby? Your such a slut for me..” he’d say, loving how your taking his big thick cock in. “Jay, there please! Gonna cum” “who’s filthy cunt is this?” “Yours!!” “Good girl.. go ahead “

-currently thinking about Dom!Jake fucking you dumb with his hand around your neck

“Yeah? You like that? You stupid slut..” he’d say. Abusing your cervix just the way you needed him too. Clenching around him hands moving to his forearm holding on as you orgasm approached.

-currently thinking about Dom!Heeseung having you ride him till you can’t anymore

“Look at you.. all stupid and fucked out. You look beautiful baby. Keep at it princess..” he’d say playing with your boobs and sucking on them. “Yes sir. Mhm”

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18+ mdni. not proofread. fem!reader. 1.7k words. a/n. this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now so i decided to finish it :P

perv!anton, who is the perfect neighbour. he's tidy, polite, respectful, and quiet. it’s a dream living next to him, really. when you first moved in, he brought you an array of sweet treats and savoury snacks to welcome you to the neighbourhood. he was so friendly and kind to you, letting you know that if you needed anything, he was just a house away! little did you know that it was all a ploy.

perv!anton, who befriends you only to see your pretty face and even prettier body more often. he tries so hard to pay attention to what you say, but he just ends up staring at your plush lips, wishing he could kiss them, or see them wrapped around his cock. him being distracted by you gives you the illusion that’s he’s a great listener, when in reality, he’s just zoning out on the dip of your waist, the curve of your neck, your hands, and definitely your tits.

perv!anton, who nearly lost his mind when he found out your bedroom was right across from him, your window nearly lined up perfectly with his. poor horny baby stands behind his curtain every night, peeking over the side to watch you undress, tracing your silhouette with lust-filled eyes. he can’t help the way his hand slithers down his boxers to toy with his pretty cock, imagining it’s your pussy that’s wrapped around it instead.

perv!anton, who has committed every piece of you to his memory. every feature and quirk of your face, every line of your body, he thinks about them all day. he loves to imagine ruining you slowly — shoving his tongue past your lips, massaging your tits, marking your neck, sliding one of his long, pretty fingers down your panties to play with your clit. it’s consumes him — the idea of fucking such a gorgeous girl silly.

perv!anton, who stole a pair of your panties one day. you had kindly invited him over for a movie night, and while you had excused yourself to the bathroom, he sneakily slipped away into your closet. with his heart pounding out in his chest, he sifted through your drawers, desperately trying to find your intimates. he ended up stuffing a thin, pink lace pair of panties into his back pocket. he smiled to himself softly as he laid back on your bed and you walked in without a clue in the world of what he just did.

perv!anton, who tries your pair of panties on the moment he’s back in his own room. he’s so shy about it, even though nobody’s there to look at him. he stands in front of his full-length mirror, admiring how tiny they are on him, and how his thick cock pokes the delicate fabric, creating a little tent. he fucks his fist right then and there, so turned on by the filthy sight. poor baby boy is so obsessed with them, he sleeps with them under his pillow every night, taking them out to stuff his mouth with whenever he humps the edge of his bed to relieve himself.

perv!anton who imagines you bouncing on his cock so he can fall asleep every night. some people count sheep, others recount the activities they did during the day, but not anton. all he needs to lull him to dreamland is the vision of you on top of him, his throbbing red cock disappearing into your sopping wet pussy . he wonders what exactly your moans sound like — he knows they’re pretty, but he dreams of the day he’ll be able to hear them in his ear from you mewling out in pleasure all because of him.

perv!anton, who isn’t as slick as he thinks he is…

you’ve caught him staring through your window plenty of times, mostly because you’ve wanted to get a peek of anton yourself. how could you not? he was such a pretty boy, so soft-spoken and unassuming, and so big. you’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t had lewd thoughts about him.

which is why, one night, you purposefully leave your curtains open, so he can see all of you.

that night, he’s perched at his window as usual, peeking around the one curtain that’s drawn. one large hand slowly massages his length up and down as he waits for you. he gathers up the warm pre-cum that’s leaking out of him with two fingers and coats his cock with it. soft, quiet whines escape his lips, noises made in pleading.

you enter your room, setting up your bed the way you like it for the night. anton waits for you to draw your curtains, but you don’t. he’s confused, brows furrowed as he watches you work at your desk for a bit, then disappear into your closet for a while.

he stands by his window dumbly, his hand barely pumping his cock anymore. where did his pretty girl go? he can’t cum without the sight of you, and he needs to cum. his dick is aching, and every nerve in his body feels taut. he’s about to give up, his head resting against his curtain with his eyes closed, when he decides to check one last time. he looks behind the curtain to find you staring right back at him, your arms crossed with your lips fashioned into a playful grin.

poor anton gets so shy, his cheeks flushing crimson. he squeals and hides away, backing into the wall. he’s so embarrassed, he starts to feel light-headed. with heaving breaths, he slowly inches towards the window to see if you’re still there. maybe you had finally shut the curtains. he still needed to cum after all, and he knew that he’d find a way to live with the shame, eventually, even if that meant coordinating his every move in way that let him never cross your path ever again.

to his surprise, you’re still stood there, with the same smirk on your face, but something else rests in your eyes. lust? hunger? anton can’t quite put his finger on it, but it sends a jolt of excitement straight to his cock, and he wraps his sticky hand around it once more, his thumb grazing his slit slightly. his mouth hangs open in fascination as he studies your movements.

you smile at him knowingly, the only thought running through your mind is that you want to put on a show for him — finally give him what he’s been wanting. what’s the harm in such a pretty, loser boy taking pleasure in your body? you wanted to see him squirm, wanted to see him completely unravel in front of you.

you languidly slip off your clothing, piece by piece, making sure to drag the tips of your fingers down your skin gently. he stares at you as you get to your shorts, shimmying them down your legs, then teasingly stopping at your bra. you tilt your head to the side, as if to ask him if you should unclasp it. anton just nods stupidly, his head slightly hitting the window. you giggle at his desperation, taking off your bra strap by strap, until your tits fall out, bouncing lightly.

anton continues to fist his cock, a string of filthy moans leaving his lips as he watches you play with your nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting them around. his hand pumps harder, and he starts to feel his knees weaken, so he leans his body against the window for extra support.

you quickly pull your desk chair up to the window, sitting down on it with your legs spread prettily, as far as they could go. you’re sure he can see your folds peeking through the thin, flimsy fabric of your panties.

you let one hand travel up your neck so you can slide two fingers in your mouth. you glide them in and out, lapping them up in spit. you over exaggerate your expressions, knowing it’ll drive sweet, pathetic anton closer to his climax. you roll your eyes to the back of your head, opening your mouth wide, continuing to drag your fingers up and down your tongue.

anton is so lost in his pleasure, he’s stopped moving his hand completely, only keeping it as stiff as possible so he can rut his cock back and forth into it. his eyes are half-lidded, his mouth still hanging open, a tiny bit of drool seeping past his bottom lip and down his chin. loud, raspy moans interrupt his curses and nonsensical blabbers. he’s close, so close.

you trail your wet fingers down your bare stomach, your other hand reaching down to pull your panties to the side, letting your drenched pussy out, all for anton to enjoy. he lets out a high-pitched mewl at the sight. you’re even prettier than he imagined — so wet, all for him. his vision starts to blur from this tears in his eyes. pathetic sobs escape him as he watches you stuff three fingers into your cunt, every so slowly. he pictures his cock in place of them, stretching every inch of your pussy.

you never break his gaze as you ride your fingers, keeping your mouth open and your head tilted back just to rile him up even more. anton is drenched in sweat; small patches soak through his shirt, and the ends of his hair are soaked. f-fuck, please, y/n. you can just barely make out the words he says, his breath fogging up a tiny area of the window.

you rock your hips back and forth faster, curling your fingers to hit your sweet spot. you quickly reach your high, moaning out anton’s name repeatedly as thick, white cum leaks out of you.

seeing his name written on your lips so filthily sends anton over the edge. he quickens his pace in his last few thrusts, his hand starting to cramp up from how tight it was wrapped around his cock. something between a loud sob and a yelp leaves him, his voice cracking near the end as his cum shoots out of him, spattering onto his window. his tip barley brushes against the glass but he uses the friction to ride out his high, his forehead resting against the slightly fogged up pane. he tries to catch his breath as he studies you through blurred vision.

you stand up from the chair, readjusting your panties. you lean against your window, your head tilted with a sickly sweet smile on your face, taking so much pleasure at how fucked out anton looks.

you blow him a kiss goodnight, then shut your curtains as if nothing ever happened.

a/n — y’all idk what the hell happened at the end, it was nawtttt supposed to be that long :’) i’m just such a whore for anton, i guess. also for the plot let us pretend reader doesn’t have opaque curtians lol. hope you liked it <3

when your bestfriend!wonbin asked you to stay the night, you assumed his two roommates, eunseok and sungchan would be gone. it’s not like you dislike them, they just made you a bit uncomfortable with the greedy stares they alway sent your way when wonbin wasn’t looking. when you bring it up to your bestfriend, he rants about how “he forgot” and “they won’t bother you”. which to your luck, they didn’t. you’re not sure if it was because you were glued to wonbin’s side the whole night or if they were just ignoring your existence as a whole…either way, you’re grateful. shortly after wonbin falls asleep, you hop in the shower. after a few minutes of letting the water run over your body, you hear the door click. opening the shower curtain, your heart sinks as you watch eunseok and sungchan make their way into the steaming bathroom. you felt a sob leave your throat as you also see wonbin walk in with a grin on his face, locking the door behind him.

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, wonbin x reader x sungchan x eunseok

it was just supposed to be one night.

wonbin had found out about that you had spent days sleeping on shotaro’s couch, waking just as the sun began to rise to ensure that you would be gone before he woke up. wonbin found out that you hadn’t eaten in two days, scrounging up any spare change just to afford a basic meal. he wasn’t happy about it. he felt upset that you hadn’t gone to him first, your best friend. though, you knew that he knew why.

you would rather feel pain run up your back when you finally mustered up enough energy to leave shotaro’s stiff and flat couch, than be stuck in the uncomfortably small apartment wonbin shared with sungchan and eunseok. they were nice, or at least some variation of nice, sure, but you weren’t stupid. you felt the scorching stares, the shifts in the air that made your skin itch, doing all you could to make yourself as small as possible. they were shameless when wonbin wasn’t around, taking their eyes over your figure, sliding their hands over their upper thighs, sometimes groping their softened cocks while looking you in the eye.

but wonbin’s worried expression, wrinkling his delicate features was enough for you to reluctantly agree to stay a single night.

it wasn’t as bad as it usually was, or maybe you were just too occupied to notice their lingering as you finally filled your stomach with a meal. you couldn’t care less about the fact that it was prepared by eunseok who watched with a teasing grin, or the fact that it was sungchan’s hoodie keeping you warm. the only thing on your mind was the savory taste on your tongue, wonbin’s calloused fingers on your knee and his doting smile as he asked you about your day.

the rest of the evening was just as comfortable. you felt at ease, especially when eunseok and sungchan had disappeared, leaving you and wonbin alone in his bedroom.

wonbins eyes had shut, his breathing began to slow, his grip on your waist loosening. you nearly vibrated with excitement, rummaging through wonbin’s drawers as you had one final thing in mind. a shower.

you sighed as the hot water ran down your aching back, eyes fluttering shut, mind nearly blank as you stood beneath the steady stream. you almost missed the creak of the old hinges of the door, only becoming alert as heavy footsteps sounded against the tile floor.

you could see two silhouettes against the shower curtain. too tall, too broad to be wonbin. fear replaced the relaxation, the muscles in your back stiffening again as your hands wrapped around your chest, knees touching to hide yourself. you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your breath coming out in short puffs as they began to walk closer, slender fingers wrapping a round the curtain. sungchan opened it slowly, teasingly, eyes widening with amusement as he spotted you. eunseok tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, gaze steady trailing down your exposed skin.

you shook your head as eunseok’s hands began to reach for you, looking all to eager to rip your hands away from your chest. you inhaled, preparing yourself to call out wonbin’s name as loud as you could before air caught in your throat. long inky locks, and familiar dark eyes peered into the bathroom that felt smaller than usual, a grin playing on plump lips.

tears finally came rushing down your cheeks, betrayal swimming in your eyes as you looked into wonbin’s that were filled with want as he, too, wandered inside, taking his place in between eunseok and sungchan.

everything moved quickly from then, hands you couldn’t identify pulling on your skin, lifting you off your feet with ease no matter how hard you tried to stop it. your slippery wet skin soaked their clothing, dripping onto the ground as lips attached to your neck, pecks trailing down your stomach to your legs that were still shut tight. hands pulled on your knees, a frustrated grunt that turned to a satisfied groan when they were forced apart, your cunt exposed to their preying eyes.

you closed your eyes at the first graze of fingertips against your slit, the outline of one of their cocks pressing against your back. you could only assume that it was wonbin who pressed a kiss to your cheek, the familiar pattern of breathing fanning your ear.

Doing the “ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours” on Anton. At first he would find it amusing. He would start saying that he is going to do things you like without you. After awhile he would start getting frustrated asking what he did wrong and why you are ignoring him. He says sorry a bunch times. Hours pass and now he crying. Crying would lead to him being absolutely pissed. You finally tell him what you were doing and you apologize. This will all lead to punishment sex, hard and deep. Next morning you were limping. 🤭

anton thrusting into you so fast that you can’t finish your words. you’re trying to apologise between moans but you simply can’t, he’s fucking you relentlessly, giving you every inch of his big cock. and if you look away, he’s quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him as he ruins you. he’s having you cum over and over again, manhandling you into whatever position he desired, overstimulating you repeatedly until he was satisfied with your punishment. you’re both breathless after, anton all sweaty as he looks down at your overflowing cunt <3

This was such a good read 😋

a nightmare on elm street

18+ minors dni !

pairing. sungchan x fem!reader

warnings. demon!sungchan, dub-con, knifeplay, minor blood kink

For a moment, all Y/N can see is gray.

She’s disoriented, and largely, dizzy. Moonlight filters through her curtains, casting shadows across her ceiling that sway with the rhythm of the leaves from the tree outside his window. She has no idea what time it is, her throat feels dry, and her eyes burn.

She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, or why her heart is pounding so heavily in her chest. All she can recall is the shiver running down her spine, but when she tries to lift her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her face, she finds she can’t.

Oh no.

Her heart sinks with fear.

She can’t move her body. She can’t even move her damn legs.

Her eyes darted around desperately, searching for something, anything, but surprisingly, there’s nothing. Still, she becomes hyper-aware of her surroundings, of every little sound in her room, every little shadow.

She’s next on the devil’s list.

She knows the devil is coming for her.

Y/N hopes she can wake up before that happens.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell asleep, if she even set her alarm on time. She had taken a large number of pills to avoid sleeping, hoping to survive one more night. After Shotaro, Y/N knew she was next.

After all, she was the last one left.

All her friends were dead now. They had died in their sleep in ways no one could explain, ways no one even wanted to explain, actually.

Y/N knew her parents were lying, that they knew exactly who the man with the hat and the strange blades on his fingers was, but everyone seemed too terrified to say anything, even if their own children were dying under strange circumstances. They’d rather refuse to acknowledge that something bizarre was happening than talk about it.

Shotaro had figured it out, or at least, he had an idea of who the strange man could be. They had promised to meet up at a restaurant and find a way to stop him, but Shotaro ended up dying while taking a micro-nap. The autopsy said it was suicide.

Y/N holds her breath when she hears the sound of wood being scratched and light footsteps moving through the room. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, but her lips remain painfully sealed.

She tries to desperately remember her sessions with Therapist Lee. The exercises he taught her to deal with sleep paralysis when she thought all of this was just a series of bad dreams. But the desperation is overwhelming, grotesque, and all she can think about is the sound of sharp blades scratching the wood of her desk and the soft laughter that makes every hair on her body stand on end.

God.

A blade drags across her bare leg. The edge irritates her, but it’s not enough to pierce her skin. Yet.

“You should know by now, love,” he hums in a falsely sweet tone. “That God isn’t here. It’s just me.”

You’re not real, she wants to scream, but nothing comes out of her mouth. It’s just a nightmare, and she can wake up at any moment. She can escape because it isn't real. Still, the devil answers.

“I’m not real? Then how can I do this…?” Finally, her lips part with a loud scream as a blade pierces the soft flesh of her thigh. “Does that feel real, baby? Because it looks pretty real to me.” The nauseating smell of blood hits her nose. For a second, Y/N fears she might vomit on herself.

“Please.” She sobs, pleading. She doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want… “Please.” That's all she can say. All her best friends are dead, Shotaro is dead too, and now, only she’s left.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be gentle.” A blade now drags over her left thigh, reaching her underwear. It plays with the fabric until, through the deafening beat of her heart, she hears the sound of the fabric giving way to the blade. Despite the hellish heat in the room, the pain that numbs her body, her skin reacts to the abrupt state of nakedness. “I was so curious to meet you, Y/N, to find out why your friends were so obsessed with you.” The bed dips with every word his lips pronounce. Y/N can’t help but rush to hide his gaze at the window beside him.

She doesn’t want to see. To see what killed her friends, to look into the eyes of the devil and know she’s about to meet the same fate as them. She’s terrified. Can fear kill her before the devil does?

Sweat drenches her forehead, her neck. For a second, all she hears are the furious beats of her heart and her ragged breathing. She shudders as a long tongue traces the path from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Absolutely delicious,” she hears him whisper. Can it taste the fear on her skin? The horror that wraps around her heart as tightly as a venomous snake?

“Please…” she whispers. Hope is the last thing to go, but Y/N has no hope of getting out alive. What is she even begging for? For it to be quick? For it to be painless? All her friends' deaths were brutal; the pain, the fear, was written all over their faces.

What would her mother find in the morning?

She was scared. So scared. She didn’t want to die.

Why had God abandoned her?

“Look at me, Y/N.” Y/N presses her lips tightly together. She refuses to obey. Tears spill over when a gloved hand grabs her face, forcing her to confront her worst nightmare.

Her breath trembles as she meets those glowing eyes, but she can’t stop staring.

They said the devil was once an angel.

Y/N agrees.

“Do you want to know what Shotaro’s last wish was?” The devil—no, the angel—purrs. His eyes study her carefully, scanning every inch of her skin while his tongue wets his lower lip. The gloved hand, the one without the blades, snakes his way to her fragile neck, holding her firmly.

The mention of Shotaro is enough to clear the fog clouding her mind.

“He begged for mercy, not for himself or his soul, but for you. He wanted to save you so badly that he didn’t even care about drowning in his own blood, as long as it meant you’d be safe from my wrath.” Shotaro, oh poor Shotaro. Always so brave, always willing to be her knight in shining armor. Even in his final breath, Y/N was his priority. “It was a shame, his tragic death. I’m sure in another life you two would’ve been absolutely happy.”

Why? She wants to ask. Why them, why Shotaro, why her?

What did they do wrong? Why…?

“Because sometimes, it’s just the way it is, Y/N. Sometimes life doesn’t have explanations. Because it’s not your sins you’re paying for. Sometimes… all you have left is to accept it.” The blades rise above their bodies, and Y/N braces herself for impact. She holds his breath, closing her eyes, sending a silent prayer, even if there’s no one listening, no one waiting to receive her on the other side.

But the air is brutally ripped from her lungs when, instead of the sharp blades piercing her skin, it’s her poor pajamas that take the hit, barely grazing her skin. Y/N can’t help but gasp sharply, though any sound is swallowed by the eager mouth that crashes onto hers, kissing her carelessly.

The devil’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw, gripping it tightly enough to know bruises will soon form. Y/N isn’t sure if the grip is meant to show her his strength or to stop her from pulling away, even though she still can’t move a single muscle.

The extreme warmth of his tongue is disorienting. It wastes no time chasing her, caressing it, sucking it like candy. Everything about the devil feels scorching hot, but Y/N is too dazed to know what’s happening, to think of anything other than the warmth and the strange tingle that starts to spread in the lower part of her body as the devil presses against her.

She doesn’t know when he climbed on top of her—was it when he ripped her clothes or much earlier? She doesn’t know when she started moaning, clumsily chasing the lips that kiss her with the intent to devour her with each swipe, but she feels dizzy, almost drunk.

“M-more.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. The plush lips feel absolutely delicious against hers.

“Greedy little thing.” Her eyelids feel heavy, but Y/N still makes an effort to open her eyes and look at the blurry silhouette.

The moonlight partially illuminates his face, revealing the stunning features that had once taken her breath away. The devil is beautiful, so beautiful that Y/N can't help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that he doesn't hesitate to return.

A hot, leather-clad hand roams her body, playing with the swelling of her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Y/N closes her eyes again, giving in to the tingling sensation. The fingers knead her roughly, but the sting is soothed when equally warm lips wrap around the abused skin, licking and sucking.

“M-more.” A bite shakes her hard. Then another, and another. The devil alternates between kissing, biting, and licking the skin on her breast. It’s painful, but it feels so good.

The sound of steel clashing sends a shiver through her, but it’s not enough to dampen her excitement, to remind her of that sticky feeling of fear. There’s more, something larger that Y/N can’t identify. Her head spins.

“Look at you, so wet already with just a few kisses, you're so desperate, Y/N.” Y/N moans loudly at the condescending tone. The leather touches her nether lips, toying with her sensitive, shamefully wet flesh, she vaguely thinks the leather's hardness should burn her, but it only feeds the ravenous hunger.

More. More.

Y/N needs more.

The heat...

Her arms are heavy on the sides of her body, but she can move them after a few attempts under the watchful gaze of the creature above her. Y/N's breathing is erratic, gasps spilling from her mouth without stopping as the devil inserts two long fingers into her interior.

“Take off. Take off.” Her fingers wrap around the collar of the striped sweater he wears, but she doesn't have the strength to undress him herself. The urge hits her like a truck and really, the heat is unnerving, it should burn her, because she's sure it's too much, but it doesn't stop her. “Please.”

It's delicious once their bare skins touch. And / N doesn't realize that she begins to yearn desperately for those long fingers to fill her once more until her ears caught the devil's soft laughter. The blood rushes to her cheeks, to her ears, she's embarrassed but she can't stop, not until a hand buries itself between the strands of her hair and pulls hard. Her hips shake in the air, but she manages to stop at the second tug.

“Do me a favor, dear.” The devil says. He doesn't seem to mind having pulled her hair twice. “Suck this for me, okay? If you do it right, I'll be sure to fuck you deep and sweet.” Her eyes lower to the blades, wide and full of disbelief. She almost wants to refuse, but she knows, deep inside her, that that's not an option. 

Still, the thought of cutting herself scares her and makes her resist until a third tug on her hair makes her open her mouth and cradle the blade on his index finger over her tongue. 

With trembling lips, Y/N wraps her mouth around the blade. The coldness of the metal shivers her, but ignites in her something primal, dark, struggling to come to the surface. 

Saliva pools in her mouth and the nervous gulp causes her tongue to unconsciously slide across the blade. The sensitive flesh snaps at the light pressure. The pain startles her, but doesn't stop her. She can feel the blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The devil's eyes turn bright. The red irises should terrify her, but Y/N is amazed.

Slowly, the devil removes the blade from her mouth without provoking her any more cuts and under her watchful eyes, he brings that same blade towards his mouth, licking the trickle of blood that spilled over the blade.

Y/N sees the appendage bleeding probably in the same way as her poor tongue, but the demon doesn't flinch at it. Instead, he leans over her again to kiss her once more, spilling his blood into her mouth.

The devil kisses her deeply, but it is less chaotic and slower. Y/N tries to follow him even with her limited experience, feeling her tongue throbbing from the cut but the devil comforts her by sucking gently on the sweet flesh until he has Y/N gasping once more.

“Absolutely delicious.” She hears him murmur once they part. His mouth is stained with blood, Y/N suspects hers must be too though she doesn't mind at all. Need courses through her body, she feels eager to take more, to receive more.

The devil holds her by the hips, manhandles her like a rag doll until he places her over her knees. Y/N hastens to hide her face in the pillows, embarrassed by the easy way he opens her up, revealing her dripping pussy but moans anyway when the devil carelessly spits on her.

His tongue runs along her vaginal lips, releasing fire in its wake. Y/N is sweating, sweating in staggering amounts, she gasps loudly and sonorously as the demon feasts on her vagina. His tongue frolics around her hole, teasing as he presses the tip of his tongue, slowly opening her up and then withdrawing.

Y/N moans with pleasure. But at the same time, she feels too embarrassed because her hips begin to chase that damn tongue that burns her skin but makes her feel so good.

A hiss escapes her lips as the devil unexpectedly thrusts his fingers in with a wet noise. He teases her until she cums all over his hand and it's so embarrassing that Y/N sobs against the pillows. But it's not enough to calm the burning inside her.

She needs more.

Her prayers are heard. The roughness with which he moves her revives her dizziness and she feels even drunker. The devil holds her by the thighs, pressing her stomach against the bed, he positions himself right behind her while holding her hips high.

It doesn't take long before she feels the head of the devil's cock penetrate his pussy. Y/N feels herself open, so damn open that she's not even able to hold back the saliva in her mouth. He stretches her to the limit, so good that it makes her hold her breath, but the devil doesn't let her adjust to his gigantic size before he starts to slowly move his hips.

The devil fucks her so well, so deliciously that Y/N feels her head spinning.

Everything around her fades away. There is only her. She, the devil and the heat that licks her skin, that devours her every second. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” She hears him curse above her. “So fucking tight.” The fingers of his left hand bury into her waist as the blades of his right hand bury over her bare back, Y/N doesn't know if it's an oversight, if it's a threat, but the sting of the edge spurs her on. Without thinking, she begins to tentatively pursue the devil's lunges. 

The devil does not delay in establishing a fast and deep rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of slapping, the wetness produced by the rapid lunges, the moans that spill from Y/N's mouth in the same way her saliva spills, and the primal grunts that emerge from the devil's mouth.

“Does it feel good, love, do you enjoy how I fuck your pussy?”. The force with which he presses Y/N's body against the bed causes her to clench her pussy unconsciously. Her hands clench in two tight fists the sheet under her body, above her gasps, she can hear the sound of the fabric giving way under the edge of her short nails.

The devil continues to fuck her until his cock reaches that lovely little g-spot that makes Y/N see stars through her eyelids. She has the urge to pull away, it feels so good it's unbearable but the devil refuses to let her go, pressing that spot over and over again, until she ends up sobbing from the constant stimulation.

He holds her even tighter, presses her until she can no longer breathe. 

Y/N is close.

So close.

The onslaught becomes more and more violent. She no longer has a voice to moan, she can only cry at how unbearably good it feels.

So good. So delicious.

Finally, Y/N cums so hard that her mind fades into unconsciousness as the devil spills his hot seed inside her.

BONUS

“Didn't you sleep well?” Y/N is silent at her older brother's question. 

She really doesn't know what to say. Unconsciously, her fingertips press her lips. The tongue wound seems to have healed, but it is the occasional pain that reminds her of the existence of that small cut. What is now her lovely fate because God has forsaken her.

“Maybe we should go back to therapist Lee, okay? He can recommend some pills to help you sleep.”

But sleep isn't the problem.

Y/N actually sleeps.

She sleeps so much that it's starting to affect her academic performance, the little social life she's gathered after moving out of town after all of her friends died and their parents began to question why she was still alive, it's the demon in her nightmares that won't let her get a good night's rest, that continues to use her body and torment her mind.

Still, she can't tell Eunseok that.

She can't tell him that she has a serial killer demon obsessed with her, that she can't escape. She can't worry him anymore, so she ends up nodding, hoping that it's enough to reassure him.

Y/N thinks this is better than being dead.

Or at least she tries to convince herself of that.

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jiwoong was at his friends house hanging out besides them his friends sister was there as well jiwoong was always attracted to you and he kinda made it obvious.. you were extremely needy even a vibrator wasn’t helping so you heard him go to the kitchen so you went and told him you needed help with something in your room once he was in there you started taking off your clothes and so did he

zhanghao was at the store looking for pop rocks he saw this one video of a girl using it on her bf so he wanted to try it with you he also decided to buy you a cute little outfit to wear while you try the candy because you been asking for something new for awhile now but after trying the candy let’s just say this wouldn’t be your last time doing this!

hanbin was secretly excited about you trying on your old school uniform for him you were both just friends so he just remained normal until you came out the bathroom with the uniform on clearly you’ve grown it’s a little small on you and he also notices you aren’t wearing any underwear.. this was his breaking point and he couldn’t hold back any longer

matthew went to your house because your family invited him over for dinner to celebrate him debuting your family know you and him have been best friends since you were both kids so when he spent the night they didn’t think him sleeping in your room was weird at all so you were both left alone

taerae loves squirting so when one of his friends told him about you he couldn’t stop thinking of you so he got your number and texted you and you obviously thought he was extremely cute so you agreed to everything he said and he was addicted to you

ricky was trying to figure out if you were being nice because you’re staff or because you want him you always payed extra attention to him and he definitely noticed so when there was a party for the and and all the members he thought he would try to figure it out and flirt back with you and he figured he was right all along when you invited him over to your place

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So wtf. Why hasn’t anybody made a fic with this particular fancam yet 😭😭 man’s is literally so fucking hot and is bias wrecking me 😭.

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