OMG PLEASE TELL ME YOULL CONTINUE ZHONGLI ONE

OMG PLEASE TELL ME YOULL CONTINUE ZHONGLI ONE 🤩🤩

🩸 — bloodsucker .

synopsis !! your friend is a hungry vampire

characters !! diluc, thoma, zhongli

contains !! gn reader. preferably mature audience. bloody (ofc, it's a vampire fic). slight prey/predator themes? platonic/romantic intimacy! // crack (diluc) // angst (thoma) // horror (zhongli)

note !! yay! yay! a fic after so long! it's been a while since i've written so it may seem a bit wonky, i still hope you'll like it!

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🩸 — diluc .

"Come on!"

"No."

"It can't possibly hurt that ba–"

"N. O."

"I insist that it's fine, you know?"

He swiftly turns towards you, eyes narrowed into a glare, "No. For the last time, no. What part of that do you not understand?"

You huff with a pout, crossing your arms. "You've been feeding from everyone but your own lover!"

"I've been feeding from professional bloodletters licensed by the church. That's the difference."

"They have blood, I have blood, same thing." You shrug, following him as he turns away from you again to walk across the room.

"Blood isn't the only thing to consider when feeding, darling." He tries not to groan into his palm as he sits on a leather armchair, the fireplace next to him.

"Then what? Appearances? Don't tell me you're. . ." You gasp in faux shock, "You're cheating on me with the pretty bloodletters—"

This time, Diluc really does groan into his hand, "No, I am not cheating on you with my meals. (Name), they're quite literally food to me! Inanimate snacks! Do you want me to see you that way?"

He meets your gaze as you slowly look away, biting the inside of your cheek. You don't reply.

Diluc stares, exasperated.

"Oh Barbatos. . ." He mumbles, burying his face into his hands. His lover wants to be his snack. He isn't sure how to react.

"Oh come on, 'Luc. I know you missed your last appointment because of how busy you are. Sooner or later, you'll start to get hungry, and that's sure to disrupt your darknight hero–"

"Don't call me that."

"–your vigilante activities." You offer him a small smile, crawling onto his lap as he frowns at you. He may seem disapproving, but you knew better that he's already hungry and tempted. "So think of me as your emergency food."

"You're not food to me." He states.

"I know, I know," With a hand on the back of his head, you guide him towards your neck, already cozying yourself in his arms, "I'm your lover, I'm yours. . . and I want you to know you can have all of me. It would make me happy if you could rely on me more."

Light kisses on your neck, a soft grip to keep you still, he sighs, "You could have simply admitted to being jealous of my recent bloodletter, you know?"

"Hey! You should've seen the way she looks at you like you're the meal and she's the—" Your breath hitches. His fangs sink into your skin, there's a slurping sound and you feel your nerves numbing.

You clench your jaw, gripping onto his shoulders for stability as he drinks. You try not to whimper at the sensation— of his tongue licking at the wounds, or of excess blood dripping down your shoulder onto your clothes.

"L-luc? Are you done yet?" You whine and he stops, pulling away.

"Licensed bloodletters have a pain tolerance." He says, a devilish smirk on his bloodied lips, "That, my love, is the difference."

🩸 — thoma .

Thoma is the kind of vampire that despises his entire being. He never wanted to hurt anyone, never liked how it felt to sink his teeth into flesh (no matter how addictive the taste that comes with it is). Thoma is kind. Thoma is thoughtful. Thoma feels more human than he feels monster and perhaps that's why he struggles so much because Archons forbid, he ever hurt anyone.

But Thoma is also hungry.

So when he stumbles into your adobe looking a little paler than usual, colder than usual, you find out that he hasn't been satisfied in a long time.

"I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm here, I just— I should leave. I should really leave–" He says in a frantic daze, eyes panicked because why on earth did he allow his feet to take him to you. No matter how weak he seems to be, he'd easily pin you down to quench his thirst, "Forget this ever happened."

"Thoma, wait—" Your hand reaches out and he flinches away, more afraid of himself than of you. There's a glint in his eyes as he stares you up and down. He's hungry, it's evident.

"Y-you. . . you haven't drank yet, right?" You ask, taking careful steps closer. He nods.

You fumble with the collar of your top, pulling on the cloth to show more of your skin. His eyes widen.

"(Name), no–"

"It's fine, it's alright," You quickly reply, nervous. "You can drink from me." It sounds more like a question than an invite. You're shaking like a leaf, you're not even sure if you're doing it right. Thoma is the only vampire you know and he always kept his feedings private.

Your offer surprises him regardless, "(Name), no, I can't just– I can't do that to you–"

"But that's why you're here, right? You're hungry?"

"Yes, but- I can't! I shouldn't have! I should leave. I'm leaving—" He turns around to make his way to the door but your hand tugs him back again.

"Thoma."

He faces you again and he knows he's losing the internal battle.

"It's alright." Your grip on him relaxes and so does he. He feels both desperation and guilt as his arms slowly wrap around you, bringing his face closer to your neck. Your hand rests on the back of his head. The doorway feels warmer despite his cold skin.

He embraces you like he's scared; as if he isn't the monster in this scenario and you, a vulnerable victim-to-be.

There's no need for a warning with how gentle he rests his lips on your neck. Fangs pierce skin and flesh, the only noise are your quiet gasps and his careful slurps of a tongue.

I'm sorry, (Name), I'm sorry, I couldn't help it— were the words left unsaid but resonated by his trembling grip. There's a pained look on his face, struggling with the satisfaction of quenching his thirst versus his overriding guilt of hurting you.

Because dear archons, your blood tastes better than any of the animal blood provided by the Kamisato clan. He isn't sure how he could ever go back to pre-packed blood bags again.

Thoma is the type of vampire who would regret their guilty pleasures. He never wanted to hurt you, but honestly—

You should know better than to invite a vampire.

🩸 — zhongli .

As the Geo Archon, he made sure that beings like himself never have to worry about their next meal. Food, after all, was a basic right and every vampire must have access to their local blood bank. These blood banks provided meals in a variety of packages: from wine bottles to juice boxes.

Blood banks made life convenient for the modern vampire.

Still, as Zhongli sits with you in a cafe, you with your cup of tea and him with his red glass, he can't help but think of the past.

Centuries ago when he functioned on pure instinct rather than mortal wisdom, when he would stalk his prey in the dark and effortlessly hold them down. It's not that he misses hunting humans— no, that wasn't fun at all. If anything, that was incredibly childish of him.

What he misses was the feel and taste— of sinking fangs into flesh and drinking nectar straight from the flower. Most modern vampires would never know, or appreciate, what it's like to satisfy your urges the way they're supposed to. The way nature intended them to.

"—ngli? Zhongli?"

He snaps back into focus, eyes flickering away from the bare skin of your neck.

"Yes, dear?" He smiles and you eye him warily. There's something about the way he looks at you. Your heart thumps louder and you're not sure if it's because you're flustered by the petname.

"I asked if you're ready to go. The cafe is about to close."

He looks down on his cup. It's empty but he doesn't feel as satisfied as he should.

"Ah yes, allow me to walk you home."

Perhaps you should have turned down his offer— or perhaps you should have ignored the way his eyes would follow you. Zhongli has always been attentive, so it shouldn't be strange that he's being watchful.

The streets are dark and isolated, with most of the shops closed. You should be comforted in knowing you have someone as reliable and powerful as Zhongli walking you home, yet. . .

(But that's the problem, isn't it? Zhongli is incredibly powerful.)

As you glance at the man walking next to you, you can't help but let out a nervous laugh with the way his amber eyes meet yours. Has he been watching you all this time? There's a faint golden glow and you're reminded that you're walking with a vampire at night.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You nervously laugh, brushing the side of your hair with your fingers. This only makes him notice your exposed neck even more.

"Hm? Like what, darling?" His voice is low, like a hum as he tilts his head in question.

"Like. . . you're still hungry." You mumble, soft. He takes his time to reply, his eyes don't leave yours and you look away first, intimidated.

(But he's your friend, isn't he? Good and kind, gentleman Zhongli. He's not intimidating you, you're just delusional.)

"Hmm. . . perhaps it is because I am?"

You continue to walk, this time, nerves overcome by a slight worry for your friend, "Was your drink not enough? It's a new cafe, so maybe the quality was-"

"No, no," He cuts you off, looking down on you, "The cafe was excellent. The drink almost tasted fresh from the source." He praises with a fond smile.

You chuckle, "Fresh? Is that how vampires decide if a drink is good or not?"

"Well, I suppose not. Blood banks are prepackaged after all."

You hum, nodding along as you reach your home and search for your keys in your pockets.

It's the norm for the modern vampire to drink from blood banks. Things like freshness wouldn't be a standard when they know nothing of it. After all, drinking straight from the source would be considered barbaric, uncivilized— it's animalistic and downright frightening.

In a way, vampires have been domesticated the same way wild cats turn to purring house pets.

Wait.

"Zhongli. . . " You pause, just as you've unlocked the door to your home. "why. . . do you know what fresh tastes like?"

Something flashes in his eyes. A slip up.

A polite smile on his face. A fang peeking from between his lips. His eyes narrowed—

"Hmm. . . perhaps if you invite me inside, I could tell you more about it?"

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ƎᗡIꙄЯƎHTO ƎHT - Cₕₐₚₜₑᵣ ₒₙₑ

Here we go......

Warnings: Gore, torture, threats of torture, murder, gruesome acts, mentions of smut, smuttish vibes.

Clink…..clink…..clink…..clink

Opening your eyes, you blink them back to clarity as you shifted your sights to the left and right, trying to regain stability in your breathing. The sharp ache in your head lingers. Slowly, you start to recollect the memories of what had happened….

“Excuse me, miss?....”

Turning your head to the voice of an unknown female, you peaked your brows as you answered, “Yes?”

At that very second, your vision was shrouded in darkness as someone breached you from behind and placed a cover over your head, covering the key features of your identity and muffling your screams as you felt the strong hands restraining you.

The moment the individual had dragged, shoved, and pinned you to the seat of the vehicle you were forced in, a sharp puncture on your neck was the last thing you felt before succumbing to the effects of whatever it was that was injected into your body, rendering you unconscious.

“W-where am I?......How long has it been since I was taken away? Who was that woman?”

Your mind beckoned nearly every question that appeared during your recollection of events as you surmised that the woman who addressed you earlier may have been in some sort of partnership with what you suspected was a man that detained you.

Looking around, you observed your surroundings as your vision became less blurry. To your horror, you suddenly grasped the gravity of your situation as you closely studied the dark red splatters on the walls, the amount of moisture coating the cement flooring, which indicated that someone had used a hose to spray the area clean, yet the residue of the rusty brown and red coloring indicated the worst of your fears as your eyes met with the harsh display of various tools….tools that were decorated with jagged edges, seared teeth, and grinding motorized equipment, all left unsanitary as the evidence of blood, tissue muscle, and skin was left behind from what you surmised were previous victims of the person who snagged you.

Your breath hitched as you attempted to move, yet the sudden realization of your wrists and ankles detained by tight ropes, wrapped in a series of coils that were tight, leaving you no room to wiggle your way out for freedom. Within the limitations you were binding by, the steel surface you felt beneath your frame gave you the sense that you were on a unfurnished hospital bed or possibly a culinary prep station table. With your hands extended above your head, fully stretched, it was impossible for you to view where the rope had started with its knot, making it an uneasy feat to try and untie yourself. It didn’t help that your palms were tied facing outward, with the rope looped in between each finger before securely fasted to the base of whatever it was that you were tied to.

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The sudden sound of the door scratching open startled you to still and causing your breath to lose tempo. With tears building up, you felt something that was far past the feeling of fear within you as you watched a rather largely built figure make his way over to you. He had on a black ski mask, wore a long sleeve black turtleneck and black jeans. He was rather robust in stature, and seemingly tall, despite being forced to remain in a laying state. There was no question about it, the man was a brute, regardless of the fact he lacked muscle and was built mostly with soft tissue and had a lot of water content in his body, giving him a heftier appearance.

Still, unless you found your way out of the binds that sustained you to the metal surface, there was no way for you to fight him off or to run free.

Now that you think of it, where could you even run?

After examining the area, the room was large yet there was only one door that could be made out, meaning your exit for escape was severely restricted. Your eyes continued to migrate from one corner to another, forgetting about the stalking figure that was making his way closer to you. It wasn’t until he spoke, that you nearly gasped for air, realizing that you were holding your breath in from terror.

“You’re awake. That’s good….that’s good…..I held off on everything until you came back to consciousness.”

Your eyes glistened with blobs of moisture as you processed his words. His hand reaches over to feel up your arms and wrists, grazing his fingers over your skin. You turned your head away as the tears left their mark across your cheeks. Burrowing your nose into the underside of your arm, you wiggled your fingers and shift your wrists out of desperation, yet it was useless, you were already at a disadvantage with your hands tied above your head, much less secured with a stabled form of restraint.

“There….there…..there….don’t be sad…try and understand….I had to wait for you to come back…..because if had gotten started while you were asleep, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy what you sound and look like when I use my special toys on you.”

You gasped out, bursting into a panic of sobs as your body regained oxygen by taking in deep inhales all the while the man kept feeling you. Leaving you with just your sundress on, your shoes removed and your hair sporadically cradling your shoulders and decorating the metal table, you could only imagine the man feasting his eyes on you, looking like a fallen angel at his mercy.

His hand reaches up and caresses your face, you peeved a glare from a side-eye’d stance as you figured, should you die, you might as well put on a face that he wouldn’t appreciate, even if you knew it wasn’t going to last long considering his ‘toys’ were all types that were used to inflict the most horrid pain and torture anyone could imagine.

“W-why?.....Why are you doing this?” You sputtered out, your voice soft and your tone nearly breathless, all of which he found pleasing.

“When you speak…..its just…..I cannot wait. I can’t wait to tear you apart. There are so many ways….how should I do it? Which way should I do it first? You’re so beautiful….the prettiest out of all of them…..that’s why we have to go about this carefully, since I only have one chance. God…I wish you had more lives you pretty thing….I wish I could saw you to pieces every day, if only….right?”

Your eyes widened with fear as you developed an expression of sadness, despair, and hopelessness. “Don’t….just don’t…..” you whispered out.

“Oh but I have to. I’ve waited for so long…y/n.”

Developing a stoic expression, you were stunned to hear the man call you by your name.

“H-how…?......How do you…?”

“Know your name?” he finishes for you. “Well let’s just say that ever since I first saw you at your favorite coffee shop…..I just…..I’ve never seen a face like yours….your body is also very…..delectable. All those nice dresses you wore to work….the subtle showing of your gorgeous skin….and your long flowing hair……..I just knew that you were going to be my number one…….the moment I waited and stood by the counter, I saw the cup you grabbed…marked with your name….what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman…..to think….that I waited three months for the right moment to get you.”

“Three months?.....” you gasped out.

“Yes y/n, three months. I surprise myself sometimes, no matter how many times I nearly fell into carelessness, you women never suspect a thing. Maybe its because I’ve done this so many times that I’m just too damn good……you know?”

At the last bit of his sentence, he reaches over your head and grabs on to power tool, one with a jagged blade powered by a motorized device similar to that of a power drill.

Your breaths heightened and speed up, gasping out, your whimpers assist them as your chest heaves deeply at the sight of the tool in his hand.

“Oh keep doing that….your breasts look amazing when you breathe so deep. I like it a lot….y/n.”

Setting your fearful look at his face, which remained covered by the black mask he adorned, you could only make out the blue color of his eyes as you issued your despaired tone of mercy through breathless whimpering.

“Oh my God….you really truly are…..so damn beautiful……….let me just….let me just get a taste of what its like to see that pretty face in pain…..”

Hovering the tool above your face, he leans in, just slightly, yet it was close enough to make your skin crawl.

“Now…..what should I take off? …..I can take out one of your breasts. I think I have a jar somewhere in here so I can keep it as a memento….my precious souvenir….I have one for your eyes definitely. I even have one for your heart and your uterus, but don’t worry, I won’t fuck you now…..not until I take out a piece…or two. I prefer my dolls to be in some pain before I give them…..pleasure.” the grin display of yellow stained teeth through his thin lips set off a sensation of your chest sinking in. You felt nauseous and lightheaded, almost as if you were going to pass out or faint from the sight of his words alone. Since you had no means of getting out, you hoped that your body would just fall into a blacked-out stage, at least then, you wouldn’t have to feel the pain through the means of his torturous methods.

His finger flicks the switch of the power tool on, you watched through half shut lids, the jagged teeth of the blade vibrating from the battery the cyclic base of the setting he had it on, which was low…..low so that it would cut slowly…..saw into your tissue and skin in a protracted rate, all for his enjoyment.

“Maybe…since I have a tourniquet here, why don’t I just take a piece off your kneecap…that way it’s not taking too much….I need to preserve you for as long as I can so I can enjoy you….savor the moments. I’ll take off a piece…. stop the bleeding and wait for you to calm down and then we can continue…..how does that sound?”

You shook your head in defeat as you closed your eyes, softly sobbing as you turned your head away once more, dreading the second he would cut into you.

The motor of the power tool was all you could hear. Gaining volume as he closes the distance, you held your breath in and bit down on your tongue……

“God……..please just kill me now……”

…………………………………

You waited…..a few seconds goes by and yet you still felt nothing……you kept your breath held, your tongue pinned between your teeth, and your eyes glued shut.

………………………………..

Still, nothing…..

Yet the motor of the tool was still on…..the jagged edges of the saw was still moving….the length of the blade was still vibrating……and yet……there was nothing….

Opening your eyes, you remained facing off to the side, when your peripheral vision caught just a slight bit of an unfamiliar sight…something that wasn’t there just a minute ago when you had expand your sights over the horizons of the room.

There was also….a scent…the fragrance of a male…a different male. One that didn’t smell of stale detergent and carpentry tools like the fellow in the black ski mask….no….this one was different. It was a scent of a strong musk, semi-sweet and pleasing to the nostrils.

Widening your eyes, you shift your head closer to center, and that’s where you saw the source of where the scent derived from……

Standing off to the opposite side of the robust male, you had a clear under view of the one that had his arm reached over and across your body, with his hand grasping the other man’s wrist, inhibiting him from proceeding with his infliction of torture.

The man who had suddenly appeared, well out of nowhere, was built the exact opposite of the other. He looked to be just as tall as the masked kidnapper, yet this one was lean, built with muscle and from what you could see in the underlying viewpoint, he looked to be of the same age range as you, possibly a tad bit younger or older. He had on a baseball cap that casted a shadow over his define face, allowing you to only view his nose and mouth, yet you could see that he was of Asian descent, with an olive skin tone, black wispy hair that laid freely from under the cap, and a protruding Adam’s Apple. You couldn’t make out his features entirely with the restricted view you had since the man was standing overhead, but what you could see, as the slight sly smirk he had on his lips.

Admitting a quick chuckle, he extends his thumb and quickly flicks it upwards, flipping the switch to the power tool off. The man in the ski mask didn’t have any time to process that the machine was off, because the moment the lean male had moved his thumb, he simultaneously grabbed hold of the base handle, and yanked it out of the other man’s hand, pulling the cord and plug out of the outlet.

Swinging the device over to his side as his arm reaches over his chest, the man swings once more, only this time he moves in the opposite direction, as if he was about to admit a back hand slap, except the tool in his grasp was used to inflict a rather large and painful gash on the man dressed all in black.

With the ski mask partially torn, blood coating his skin and the horrendous cry of pain and frustration, the hefty man makes a run to the door, all the while holding onto his cheek.

With a swift and effortless motion, the younger man slams his palm on the surface of the table, right beside your hipbone. Placing his weight on the palm, he gains leverage as he jumps and lands in a crouching position next to you, grinning a twisted smile and exposing his teeth.

“What the Hell?....Is….is he enjoying this?....What’s with that smile?”

Mentally denoting the young man’s countenance, you watched as he leaps over the table and your body, executing a perfect land on both feet as he merges a running start with the graceful landing. Sprint across the cement floor, the young man reaches the stumbling kidnapper and yanks his collar from behind, swerving his frame around and plastering his backside to the wall.

He moved and did everything so elegantly, so much in fact, you were starting to wonder if he had prior military service under his belt considering the man moved with a combatant flare, yet also had style and grace that of a choreographer, or an athlete. He also displayed strength that was somewhat deceiving considering that, despite the lean muscle he had in his forearms, which was the only part of him aside from his neck and face that remained exposed, the man had power and sturdy competence that did not match his slender stature. At least not enough to swing a much heavier fellow around like a rag doll.

Watching the two go at it, the younger man had the upper hand as he pinned the other to the wall. With a dark chuckle, the man finally speaks, and just like the tone of his mischievous laugh, it was no different with the way he spoke out his words, in fact, it may have even been lower.

“Well now….what should I take off first, hmm?”

Your eyes widen once more, you were stunned and confused at how twisted and dark his words were. Surely, the kidnapper was a cruel man, but from the sounds of it, so was this fellow. Was it perhaps because of what the man was going to do to you? Was that what triggered for this slender fellow to become dark and murderous in the most monovalent manner possible? What was this?

You watched as the slender male looks up and down at the other, mimicking the words the kidnapper issued to you, the one with the upper hand throws it back to him as he admits the same words, with a similar tone, with that sadistic smirk never leaving his face.

“I can take out your eyes. I think you have a jar somewhere in here so I can store them as a memento….a precious souvenir.” His smile widens as he giggles and bites down on his bottom lip. Leaning in to the other male, he whispers in his ear, something that you couldn’t hear or make out from where you remained stationary.

“But don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck her….not until I take out a piece…or two. I too…. prefer my dolls to be in some pain before I give them…..pleasure.”

Widening his eyes, the younger man tightened the strength of his grip around the kidnapper’s neck, before he reached up with his free hand and began to dig out the latter’s eyeballs with his bare fingers.

You couldn’t see what was happening to the kidnapper, all you could see was the backside of the slender male as he reached up with his other hand. Whatever it was, you could only imagine what the younger fellow was doing as you winced your eyes shut upon hearing the horrendous screams and painful cries coming from your abductor.

The cries all died down to a slow and unsteady pattern of breaths as the slender man harshly tossed something off to the side…not once…but twice.

“What was that….that he just threw?”

You continued to observe the two, yet the moment the younger man reached up once more, you looked away and continued to shut your eyes as you tried your best to block out the continuation of painful screams. Unsure if you just wanted everything to stop, or perhaps you just prefer to not be present while your abductor succumbed to such grueling methods of torture, which he deserved, yet the humanness in you wished you didn’t have to be around to hear it. It was unsettling and caused an uneasy feeling to roll in the deeper part of your gut.

“Hold still now, you’re just making it worse for yourself.” the younger man chuckled out. Much to your dismay and fear, he lacked any sort of regret, compassion, or sympathy….no hesitancy or even the slightest sign to reflect any discomfort of his morbid performance. Instead, he remained smiling, chuckling, and appeared to be pleased with the amount of pain the abductor was admitting out as he continued to receive the unspeakable of murderous acts.

The screams grew louder, and much more desperate as you saw from the corner of your eye, the abductor wiggling around trying to break free from the other man’s grasp. Yet he remained trapped against the stone wall, eventually falling to his knees as the young man remained a firm hold, inflicting pain while he continued to flick something off to the side. What was it that he kept throwing or flickering away?  

Your wandering gaze was disrupted by the answer to your pondering question….much to your gasping horror.

After a certain point, the young man flung the contents in his hand for what you suspected to be the tenth time now, yet he flicked it more so behind him, rather than to his side as he had done previously. The splatter landed nearby on the wall closest to you, and there it slid down the wall before it plops on the ground. Watching it, your eyes widened as you made out the blood, the tissue, the skin and form of the piece that the young man removed from the abductors face…..his tongue.

With the abductors screams merging to incoherent moans and groans of painful mercy, amidst the dark chuckles of the younger man, you wiggled fiercely trying to break free from the restraints. You reached a level of panic. This wasn’t normal…nothing about this was normal, no matter how revengeful someone could be, this was not the behavior of a sane man…it was almost as if he had done this before....it was almost as if he was…….

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Without any loophole to break free, you were forced to bask in the frightening sounds of malicious torture and pain, the tears streaming down our face was never ending, and you pondered the most fearful thought that came to mind so suddenly as you listened in on the man dying slowly…..

“What is going to happen after he’s done with him……what is he going to do to me?.....There’s no way he came here to save me….not….not unless…..is he…is he going to want to kill me instead?”

“AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

The piercing scream snapped you out at mid thought. Terrified by the abrupt volume and the sound of flesh being torn off the dying man’s face, piece by piece, you glanced over and witnessed the younger man’s backside as he continues to fling off flesh from left to right. Silently sobbing, you bit down on your bottom lip, not daring to be overheard as the leaned figure continued with his assault. Submerging yourself to the soft sounds of your tears drifting down your face, your ears caught wind of the young man’s tone as he spat out to the dying man.

“Come on now….don’t get so weak on me…not after all that shit you said earlier….where’s all that vigor? Where’s all that spunk you had when you were about to saw into her? Hmm?”

The panic moans and grunts of the abductor reflected a desperate cry for mercy, all the while the other male continued to chuckle darkly as he delivers the finishing blows by tearing the remaining flesh from the man’s face.

“Theeeeeeeeere……that’s better…….open your fucking mouth, let’s get rid of those fucked up teeth of yours.” Wailing in pain, you sensed the man’s last breath was near as his moaned cries come to soft and low volume.

“Nnnnnnnnng……mmmmmmmmmmmrraaaaah!!!!”

“I said….hold still.”

“Ng….nhh…….mmmmmmraaaaahhh!!!!!”

“There’s one, let’s move on to the other ones, hmm?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

……………………………

The room became stagnant with the scent of rusty blood and sour pitch of flesh rotting by the second. You kept your face turned away, trying not to wonder what was in store next for the young man.

The air became soundless as the last breath spews out with the lingering moan that eventually halts within a beatless form. The screams cease to exist, along with the painful groans and the tearing of flesh. The clunking sound of the lifeless body dropping to the floor as the other man releases his grip from the dead man’s neck echoes against the cement floor and stone tiled wall, causing a stir of emotions to rile up as you hear the man let out a prolonged sigh.

Everything remained quiet…. that was until you heard his feet pivot, shifting his frame to a one-eighty-degree turn, completely facing your direction. Not a split second later and his footsteps could be heard making their way to you, causing your breath to lose momentum.

Facing away, you remained still and mentally noted to compose your breathing to a steady pattern as you sensed him being merely inches away. Furrowing your brows, you developed a panic expression as you heard him taking in harsh inhales through his nostrils.

“Oh my God……please get away from me…..”

The feeling of his fingers delicately trailing along your cheek, jawline, and down your neckline caused you to shut your eyes in a sudden notion. Gasping out a crying moan, your body reacts by shifting away, or it tried to, yet the restraints kept you fixed in steady position, slightly leaning against your hipbone was all you could get out of your restricted state. It wasn’t enough, your frame remained fully exposed for him to eyeball as he affectionately grazed you over from head to toe.

Sitting on the edge of the metal table, he leans in as he continues to drag his fingertips down in between your breasts. His face closes in, breathing steadily, you felt the warm puffs of air released through his parted lips as he gently glazes your neck with each vapor.

“Hey there beautiful……you don’t have to hide…..you can open your eyes now, the bad man is all gone….took care of him.”

With blood still coating the pads of each finger, he decorates your skin with a glorified trail of crimson stains as he paints a picture of death.

“Red…..looks really good on you…..has anyone ever told you that?.....I guess they had since your lips……you’re wearing red lipstick aren’t you?.....My kind of girl…….my girl….”

“P-please….just….don’t…..just leave me alone…please……please don’t….”

At your bidding, he leans all the way through, closing every inch of distance that remained and nuzzles his face into your neck. The tip of his nose was semi-hard and stabbed your skin as the softness of his lips puckered against the center of your throat…..leaving small taps of kisses in a remote area.

“….S-stop….” You mumbled out. You remained calm despite wanting to burst out, yet something told you that wouldn’t have worked out in your favor. “Please……don’t…..don’t….”  you whimpered out.

Releasing a subtle gasp against your neck, a low chuckle accompanies it as he scoffs out each breath, coating your skin with it. Laying helplessly at his mercy, your heart sank as you heard him spoke once more……inserting the future of your fate.

“Come on baby don’t be like that…..we’re going to be happy, you and I.”

Turning your face out of shock, you shifted to face him straight on. His hat still hovered a dark shadow over his eyes, yet the glistening shine and reflection of light bounced off the black hue, making them somewhat visible in close proximity.

“………W-what?.....What did you say?” you issued a concerned and shocked expression as you bid him to elaborate, which he did…through that twisted grin that seemed to permanently reside on his face….his dashingly handsome face.

“You’re coming with me……I’m going to take care of you…….I’m the only one that knows how to……my beautiful…..beautiful girl……..” taking a deep breath, he shifts upwards from your neck and with wide eyes, he aligns his lips with yours and issues a deep kiss…not once closing off his gaze at you.

Breaking free as you jolt your face away, you spurt out “Stop!” all the while you desperately wiggled and moved around, hoping the ropes would loosen up and grant you freedom.

Delicately grabbing onto your chin, he shifts your face back to his full view.

“Hey-hey……don’t be like that…I'm not gonna hurt you....far from it….I just want a bite…. just a taste……” leaning in once more, he kisses you yet again, only this time, it was more passionate and less demeaning. “…….Let me take you home….let me take care of you…..”

Another peck on your lips, and he finishes his wording….

“Let me fuck you.”

"Take care of her....." - SMAU

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

Completely relatable

Babe…stop looking at me like that. There’s people watching 👁️👄👁️ I don’t wanna have to suck the soul outta you in front of everyone….

You tryna make me bark or something ? Like ?

Butiwillifyouwant

HSJDJSHDSJBDSJS NOW I'M THINKING WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT BETWEEN THESE TWO

Request: Ahem..imagine.. overprotective step brother Sunghoon with innocent baby sister Y/n…Crap my corruption kink is insatiable right now

Warnings: stepcest, dubcon, smut, cursing, slight angst,

Pairing: stepbrother!Sunghoon x female!reader

(one itty bitty scene with Heeseung x Reader)

Word Count: 4.7k

Author Note: I was going feral over this request in my inbox. I’m not taking all the credit for this, @paralyzedparadiseonmytongue and I went crazy going back and forth with ideas, so this was created from both of our brains. Not 100% proofread, if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

NSFW WARNINGS UNDER CUT. MDNI.

NSFW WARNINGS: loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cream pie, corruption kink, size kink, dacryphilia, manhandling, spanking, spit, "oppa" kink, “pup” and “puppy” nicknames, degradation, fingering, oral (female rec), choking, squirting, biting, hair pulling

Park Sunghoon, the sweetest step brother you could have ever asked for, well, he was more like a best friend actually, considering you two didn’t grow up together. His dad married your mom when you were both eighteen and now at twenty one, you both share a cozy off campus apartment while you attend the same college. He insisted you two live together, he had to make sure his sweet baby sister was safe and well taken care of. 

Most people from the outside looking in thought maybe you two were just a little too close. Sunghoon moved to you like a magnet, you were never far from his sight or grasp. His large hands always have some type of grip on you, to keep you next to him. You’ve even become part of his friend group, his best friends Jay, Jake, and Jungwon over almost everyday and witnessing the odd behavior first hand. Like how Sunghoon loved to game with them, but insisted you sit on his lap for good luck, even though there were plenty of other seats to choose from. Even noticing how Sunghoon dictated what you wore and who you spent time with when you were away from him. 

You didn’t mind, you always felt so safe and protected in his grasp, he took care of you and always wanted the best for you. Although, there were some instances where you did bump heads with one another, specifically in the dating department. Sunghoon set in place a strict no dating rule for you to focus on college, which you tried to fight but in the end he won that argument. He has this idea of you staying, his sweet innocent baby sister, but as you get older and see all of your friends around you with their boyfriends you can't help but crave the affection of a man.

Which brings you to your current predicament. Standing in the parking garage of your apartment complex you swallow back nerves as you stare at your stepbrother's parked car in his reserved parking space. It was Saturday night, the third Saturday of the month which meant he would be out until three am with the guys at Jake’s. But it’s midnight and his car is his home..how long had he been home? Did he go to your room? Does he know you snuck out without his permission?

You quickly dig your phone out of your purse and turn it on and your stomach immediately drops seeing the screen light come on followed by notification after notification. Text messages, missed calls, and voicemails. Fishing out your makeup bag you find your compact to make sure you look presentable, fixing the smudged lipstick on your lips, and the smeared eyeliner under your eyes, fixing your tousled hair and messed up hair bows into a presentable state, you had to look normal. But turning your compact you can feel all the color drain from your face at the dark purple hickey right under your left ear. Fuck. Maybe he wouldn't notice. It didn't matter right now, you had to get inside before he sent a search party out for you. 

You practically sprint to your apartment, maybe he wouldn’t be mad? Taking a shaky breath you quietly unlock the front door and push it open slowly peeking your head inside. As soon as the door is halfway open it’s ripped out of your grasp and Sunghoon is towering over you with a deep scowl on his face, the veins in his neck are almost bulging, and his eyes are dark and narrowed at you. 

“Where the fuck were you?” His voice is even deeper than normal making your nerves rattle even more. His hand was gripping the door so hard his knuckles were white, and his muscles were flexed in his red muscle shirt. 

“I went out with Winter…we have a project due this week and we had an emergency meeting.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for coming up with that lie quickly. He’s quiet as his narrowed eyes search your face and then drop down to your attire. A short babydoll dress, he would never allow you to wear something that short out in public. Lipstick? You never wore lipstick…and perfume? He recognized the floral scent as your very expensive perfume you only reserved for special occasions. 

But what really caught him off guard was the jacket you had on, the one you forgot to take off in your haste to the apartment. It was clearly a male jacket, the black leather clashing against your powder pink babydoll dress and practically swallowing your smaller frame. It wasn’t his jacket. Where the fuck did this jacket come from? More importantly, why did this jacket seem vaguely familiar to him? He had seen it before, but couldn’t quite put his finger on who. 

He clenches his jaw and moves to the side allowing you to step inside, you nervously walk in keeping your head down letting him shut the door behind you and locking it. “Where were you really?” His back is turned to you, with both his palms flat on the front door as his head hangs low as if he’s trying to compose himself. 

“Oppa, I told you I was with Win-” 

“Pup, if you keep lying to me, I will punish you.” He finally turns around and shows you the no nonsense look on his sharp face. A look he usually never gave you, you look down at your maryjane shoes nervously avoiding his gaze. His long legs only take a few strides before he’s standing in front of you once again blocking you between him and the sofa, now that you’re in the bright light of the living room a glimpse of the purple bruise hidden poorly by your hair. 

He pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger and jerks your head toward him and to the side and uses his other hand to yank your hair over your shoulder exposing your neck to him, coming face to face with the dark hickey. “What the fuck?! Who did this?!”

It was cruel timing that in that exact moment the cell phone clutched in your hand vibrated, Sunghoon’s darkened eyes flicker between your phone and your panicked face. Before you can put the phone back in your bag he drops your chin from his hand and snatches the cell from your hand reading the notification on the home screen. 

Heeseung: I had a lot of fun tonight, pretty girl. Let’s do it again real soon ;) 

Lee fucking Heeseung. The only motherfucker stupid enough to try anything with you. Sunghoon’s rival. Anything Sunghoon did Heeseung just had to be better at, showing off those “all rounder ace” skills. He can feel the fury rising in his blood, now realizing where he had seen the jacket you’re currently wearing. Heeseung’s famous leather jacket he wore everywhere was currently wrapped around his sister's body. 

Indescribable anger and rage was taking over his body, there was no fucking way you were out with Heeseung and let him touch what was his. His hands were ripping the jacket off of your body, forcibly removing the leather jerking your limbs around and throwing it to the floor. 

“I can’t believe you let him touch you! Did he fuck you?! Did you let that asshole fuck you?!” He was inches from your face spitting each word at you making you tremble under his harsh tone. 

“No! Oppa, we didn’t…I didn’t-“

He grabs your throat and brings your face close to his, your nose against his so your staring into his black eyes, “don’t fucking lie to me. What did you let that motherfucker do?” Your eyes brimmed with tears, he’d never spoken to you so harshly before, he always treated you softly. You take a shaky breath and let a tear fall down your cheek, your bottom lip trembles and you decide to just bite the bullet and tell him, maybe he’d be softer if you were honest. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last long.” Heeseung pants against your open mouth. You whimper feeling the veins on the underside of his swollen cock rub against your clit, he has your hips in his hands guiding you back and forth on him. Your knees on either side of his waist as you grind harder down on his bare cock with your dress bunched around your waist and panties to the side so he has a clear view of your dripping cunt rubbing on his angry red tipped cock. 

“F-fuck…next time I’m gonna fuck you baby-I gotta be the first one in your little virgin cunt.” He nips at your bottom lip making you whine. He lowers his head and licks along your neck and nips on the skin making you grind against him harder trying to chase your high.

“Come on baby, make a mess on my cock-“ he grips you harder and lets you grind on him like a bitch in heat. The familiar feeling in your belly explodes as you grip his shoulders to steady yourself as your thighs shake around him letting your orgasm wash over you. He still works your hips against him close to his own release. 

“Fuck” he groans letting spurts of his cum shoot out of his cock and onto his stomach as he sucks the skin on your neck harshly leaving his mark on you, marking you his, marking you for Sunghoon to see. You whine from the overstimulation but he drags your wet pussy on his cock a few more times to make sure he got all of his cum out. “Mmm, made me feel so good baby..”  

Sunghoon slowly blinks at you as he processes the information you just told him. You nervously look around anywhere but his face as he continues to stare at you. A part of him is relieved to know Heeseung didn’t stick his dick inside of you, but a much larger part of him is seething knowing Heeseung saw you in such a compromising way, a way Sunghoon never has. And you came on Heeseungs cock, not his. 

“Go shower.” He finally says dropping his hand from your throat. The thought of Heeseungs bare cock touching you was enough to make him sick, he needed you to wash yourself and get him off of your body. “Shower? Oppa I-“

“You’re already in a lot of trouble, puppy. Don’t make it worse.” He retorts, “go shower now.” You hang your head in embarrassment and nod, not wanting to anger him further, “yes, oppa.”

You wrap the towel around your body tighter as you leave the shared bathroom, passing by the living room you notice Sunghoon isn’t there. Must be in his room. Clutching the fabric to your chest you tiptoe to your bedroom only to jump in surprise seeing Sunghoon sitting on your bed, he’s slightly hunched over with his elbows in his lap and his chin resting in the palm of his right hand lazily. 

“Oppa? What are you doing here?” You shift nervously on the balls of your feet. “Come sit with me pup, we need to talk.”

You pad over to your bed and sit next to him looking at the palms of your hands in your lap hoping he doesn’t yell at you again. “You know how much I hate him, why would you sneak out to meet up with that fucker? You know he’s a player. You’re not the only girl he’s seeing, pup. Don’t tell me you’re stupid enough to fall for his bullshit fake charm.”

The words cause a dwindle of pain in your chest at him insinuating you’re stupid. “I’m not stupid! I didn’t let him fuck me, oppa….im still a virgin.” He scoffs and stands up from the bed shaking his head at the absurdity of your statement. Sure, you didn’t let him fuck you, but you were humping his dick like a desperate whore. 

“Besides, I’m not a little girl. You can’t tell me what to do, I want to date. And if I decide to date and lose my virginity to Heeseung, that's my business. I’m a grown woman.” You said crossing your arms over your towel covered chest keeping your voice even and firm. 

He bends his body at his waist and leans down so he’s face to face with you. He has an unreadable smile on his face as the tip of his tongue licks his sharp canines, "you wanna be a woman so bad, then oppa'll show what it means to be a woman."

Confused by his words you don’t register how quickly he grabs your arm yanking you off of the bed and spinning you around so fast you find yourself thrown over his lap face down ass up being held down by his strong arms. 

“Sunghoon! What are you-“

You gasp feeling your towel being lifted above your waist showing him your bare lower half. He has one hand holding your wrists together at the small of your back pressing you down on his lap keeping you in place, the other is rubbing the plush of your cheeks gripping and massaging the flesh. 

This was a line you two had never crossed, you had never pictured your sweet step brother doing something like this but here you are, bent over his knee exposed to him. The cold air of the air conditioning hitting your exposed bottom and cunt make you shudder under his harsh grip. 

“You know oppa doesn't wanna punish you, puppy. if you weren't such a bad girl running around being a slut, I wouldn't have to do this. Now stop moving and take your punishment like a good pup.”

“Sunghoon what the fu-“

You're cut off by the first harsh slap of his large hand making contact with your ass. The stinging sensation jerks your body up a little as you squeal from the impact. “What did you call me, pup?” You don’t answer him, you try to wiggle away from him, but his grip is too hard on you, and he’s not even using his full strength. 

You sniffle and yell out again when his heavy hand drops another smack down on your opposite ass cheek. “I asked you a question, pup.”

“O-oppa…I called you oppa.” He hums in satisfaction and delivers a few more stinging slaps on your bottom making sure both cheeks are bright red. You sniffle as he finally stops spanking you, now feeling embarrassment when you feel how wet you’ve become from his humiliating punishment. 

His hands rub over the red handprint marks he left on your supple bottom teasing the sensitive flesh, his long fingers spread your cheeks apart so he can look at both of your holes and finally see your pussy for the first time in all its glistening glory. He sees the sticky arousal stuck to your folds and notices how your little clit is a bit swollen, probably from your earlier orgasm from Heeseung. Which only pisses him off more. 

He slips a finger between your folds and watches you try and squirm out of his grasp again, “oppa! We shouldn’t..you shouldn’t be touching me like that!”

“If you really meant that your little pussy wouldn’t be this wet,” he huffed, tapping your clit with the tip of his index finger making you squirm more on his lap, his cock fully hardening under you. He drags the tip of his finger down a little further to your hole and circles it, chuckling darkly at the way it clenches around nothing and pulses under his touch. 

Tossing you off of his lap and onto your bed, he drops to his knees and yanks your lower half to him by your ankle, having your ass hanging off of the bed. He spreads your folds apart with his fingers seeing the strings of your arousal cling to each other. “Can’t believe you let that asshole see your pussy first.” He grumbled.

“What are you doi-AH!” He cuts your question off by diving straight into your cunt. Dragging his tongue from your hole to clit lewdly slurping and suckling every part of your pussy. Everything in your brain is screaming at you that this is wrong but that doesn’t stop your hips from bucking into his mouth as your fingers claw at the sheets underneath you. 

Humming as soon as your arousal hits his tongue, how did he stay away from your sweet pussy this long? The sticky sweet juice only feeds his desires for you further, he could spend days between your legs tasting you. 

He pulls away for a moment and looks up at you through his hooded dark lust filled eyes, his hair messily falling in front of them, he bites your inner thigh and sucks a dark mark marking you. You moan and arch up again desperate to rub your pussy against his tongue again. "This pretty little pussy, your little virgin pussy, is mine.” He growls before diving back in, scraping his sharp canines against your folds making you shake under him. 

He sucks your swollen clit into his mouth as he slips his middle finger inside of you groaning into you at how impossibly tight you feel. How was he going to fit his cock in such a tight little fuck hole? He hears your choked gasp and watches your chest heave as he swirls his finger around trying to find your special spot. He taps the spongy spot inside of you and smirks against your pussy at hearing the loud whine you pant out with your thighs shaking around his head. Using the distraction he slips another finger inside of you and makes sure to hit that spot with each thrust of his hand. 

Your hand reaches down and tangles in his disheveled hair pressing him harder against your pussy desperate to cum on your step brother's tongue. Your hips roll against his mouth creating more friction in desperation, wanting his long fingers deeper inside of you. He can feel your walls sucking in his fingers, knowing you're close. He laughs against you sending a vibration against your core, he removes your clit from his mouth and pulls his fingers from your cunt with no warning ripping your orgasm away from you. 

He stands up and watches the frustrated tears sting your waterline. “Dumb puppy, did you think I would let you cum that easily after what you did?” He slaps your inner thigh and greedily sucks your juice off of his fingers. “Please….” You beg almost pathetically.

“Please what, puppy?” He smirked deviously toying with your towel that still wrapped around your chest. “Please oppa-I want your mouth back on me..I need to cum-please..” You’d never thought you’d be begging for such a thing from your stepbrother. 

He clicks his teeth and rips the towel off of your chest and groans internally as the sight of your bare breasts. “Are you going to go back to being oppa’s obedient little puppy?” He asks, grabbing your chest in his large hands, twisting your nipples and making them erect. You moan and arch into the air desperate to feel him on your cunt again. 

“I’m sorry oppa..please..” the tears are spilling onto your cheeks and he thinks he’s about to bust in his pants. He leans his body over yours and licks the salty liquid from your cheeks, “fine, oppa will give his puppy what she wants. But you’re going to cum on my cock.”

You try to sit up but he pushes you back down on the bed, “oppa we can’t do that! I’m a virgin-that’s wrong- I can’t lose it to you-“

Tired of your talking he presses his lips onto yours in a rough kiss. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue between your lips and lick into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of your arousal on his tongue. Morally, you knew this was wrong, but you couldn’t ignore the way more of your slick gushed out of your hole. 

Kissing him sent butterflies into your belly, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck holding his face to yours chasing his movements desperate to feel all of him. It was a dirty kiss, all teeth and spit letting drool spill from the sides of your mouths but he tasted so good. He pulls away when he can’t breathe and lets a string of spit connect your swollen lips. 

You already looked so fucked out under him with wide glossy innocent eyes, swollen lips and your heavy open mouthed panting. He needed to fuck you, to finally claim you as his. He stands back up straightening his back and leaves your lower half dangling off of the end of the bed. He reaches behind his head to remove his muscle shirt off his body, you can’t help but let your eyes drop over his newly exposed skin. 

You’ve seen him shirtless before but this was different, his ab muscles flexing as he undoes the sting of his black sweatpants and sliding them down his legs with his boxers, kicking them to the side with your discarded towel. His cock is much bigger than Heeseungs’s, it hangs heavy in the air, thick with veins protruding from the pink skin and leaking precum at the angry tip. 

Slotting himself between your dangling legs he notices the apprehension on your face, “are you going to be my good puppy?” Your eyes flicker from his stern face to his massive cock only centimeters away from your pussy and you swallow the lump in your throat. “Oppa..maybe we shouldn’t do this..”

He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip of it through your wet folds and watches your eyes flutter at the sensation, he repeats the action a few times making sure to coat the entire tip in your arousal. 

“This is the only cock you're ever going to fucking take. Do you understand me, pup?" 

Snapping your eyes back open you try and sit up, “oppa, wait we-“

Not even caring about the words coming out of your mouth he slides into your wet cunt making a pained gasp leave your mouth as you try to squirm away but he has a firm grip on your hips keeping you in place. He licks his lips watching your little cunt swallow his thick cock, he moves inch by inch until he’s buried fully in you.

Silent tears trickle from your eyes and pool into your ears as the shameful thoughts invade your brain of your stepbrother taking your virginity. He drops his hand down to your clit as he rubs the swollen nub, snapping your mind away from those thoughts and bringing you back to him. 

Hearing you moan gives him a signal to start moving his hips, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls sliding along his cock. He keeps rubbing your clit to distract you from the uncomfortable pain, even though he’s wanting nothing more than to pound you into the mattress but he needs to stretch you a little. 

“O-oppa-“ you manage to gasp out through all of the new sensations you are feeling. Hearing that word in such a breathy moan has him grunting and mumbling a quick “fuck it”. Grabbing your left leg and tossing it over his shoulder giving him a new deeper angle. 

Your back arches off of the bed as you grip the blanket harder and yell out his name, never feeling something so deep inside of you before. He doesn’t care about your comfort anymore, knowing the pain will subside. He fucks into you fast and hard making the loud smacks of your skin slapping together echo through your room. 

He feels your walls clenching again when the new angle has him brushing right at your g spot. Grabbing a fistful of your hair he brings your head up off the bed and forces you to look at his cock entering you. “You see how deep oppa is inside of you, puppy? You’re mine.” Each time his cock enters you the tip of his cock hits above your belly button in a visible bulge making you groan at the sight. 

He drops you back on the bed and rubs at your puffy clit again, “cum on oppa’s cock, be a good pup.” The dual sensation of hearing his words and the movements on your clit have your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your orgasm washes over you, gripping his cock painfully tight. 

He groans at the painful squeeze but keeps his pace, fucking you through it. Your mouth is dropped open in a silent scream as drool lightly seeps out the corners of your mouth. A layer of your white creamy release collects at the base of his cock against his pelvis, he can feel his own release creeping up on him. 

Flipping you over on your stomach like you weigh nothing he enters you again, not letting you recover from your first orgasm. You try to crawl away from him because the overstimulation is too much but he just grabs your hips and delivers a warning slap on your ass. You grip your blanket and whine into the mattress as he resumes his hard thrusts into you. 

Enjoying the view only the way your ass bounces against him he can’t help but spread your cheeks apart and gather a wad of spit in his mouth before spitting it on your hole, he uses his thumb to spread his spit around the untouched hole making you clench around him. He teases your rim a little more by just applying small amounts of pressure to the outside of the muscle to feel you clench around his cock. “Don’t worry pup, oppa will fuck that hole next. All your little fuck holes are mine now, puppy.” 

“O-oppa..s’too much-'' you manage to babble out feeling another tightening sensation building in your tummy. He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks you against his firm chest, wrapping his arm around your neck, his bicep is around your throat and he flexes it around your throat tightening his hold on you. 

“Don’t be a naughty pup, I haven’t even cum yet.” He grunts as he pounds into your sore cunt more vigorously. With each relentless thrust he gives has his heavy balls slapping your clit, adding more to your overstimulation. You bite down on his bicep to suppress your loud whines and he hisses. He sends a harsh smack on your ass and nips at your earlobe. “Naughty puppy, you bite me again and I’ll bite you harder.” 

Seeing the dark hickey Heeseung left on you by the ear he nipped on makes him fuck into you faster, letting the anger take over again. Stupid fucker must have left on purpose for him to see. He feels your hot walls squeeze him and he knows you're close, reaching a hand down to your engorged clit and rubbing at a fast pace making you sob and try and squirm away from his touch, but he doesn’t let you.

An unfamiliar sensation builds in your belly and you don’t have enough air in your lungs to warn him before you slick shoots out of you, taking you both by surprise. Sunghoon continues to rub your pussy through it letting your slick gush and pool onto the bed. The stimulation of your squirt sends you into a haze and you bite down on his bicep again to stop the scream in your throat. 

With his own high fast approaching, he doesn’t care about the pain from the bite, rutting into you desperate to stuff you full of his seed. A deep growl emits from his chest as soon as the first shot of his cum coats your walls. He sinks his teeth onto the hickey hard, breaking skin and letting little drops of metallic coat his tongue. He did warn you if you bit him again he’d bite you harder. His hips slowly rock against yours letting your sore cunt milk him completely dry as you cry out into his bicep from his hard bite. 

He continues to push his softening cock in and out of your abused hole making sure his cum is buried deep inside of you. He finally pulls out of your cunt and lets your weary body hit the bed with a soft whimper, he cups your bottom and spreads your cheeks again watching the way his cum dribbles out of you and onto the bed joining your mess. “Such a good puppy for oppa.”

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