DANGEROUSLY

DANGEROUSLY

pairings : mafia!lee heeseung x fem body!reader.

genre : smut! smut! smut! minors dni!

word count : 1.2k

summary : life as a slave meant nothing more than being a tool for others, without a choice or a say. but this would all change when you met Heeseung, who took you for himself. he owned your body.

warnings : read at your own risk. dom!heeseung x sub!reader. angry sex. let me know if i miss something.

author notes : inspired by this video (not really). also please tell me if i have coincidentally have a same plot because i think i have but please tell me so i can change this right away!

viewers discrimination is advised | typo alert | grammatical error aheads | lowercase using | work in fiction | masterlist.

YOU ARE MERELY A SLAVE, nothing but a tool for others to use.

you’re not just for anyone, someone has claim over you and refuses to share you with others.

but, this someone is Lee Heeseung. he owns you. he is your sole master.

and due to him, you felt drawn to him, despite his overindulgence. even though he had countless women in his bed, he kept you close by his side.

you hated him, to be honest, but something stopped you from hating him wholly.

your dress strap slid off your shoulder as he slowly laid you down on the table.

“god made you for me,” he whispers seductively, running his hand along your bosom as his gaze rakes over your body.

“only for me,” he says, kissing your belly and licking it with his teasing tongue.

he pulls you closer to him, your body pressed tightly against his. you moan softly as you feel his hard cock, eager to be claimed.

you let out a soft, low moan, clinging to his hair as he lowered himself.

“hee−heeseung~” you cry, losing yourself in the intensity of the moment.

your moans grow louder and more intense as he continues to lower himself, your hips rising to meet him.

“fuck~” you purr breathlessly, unable to control your excitement.

“stop moving, you fucking cunt” he says, gripping your waist and holding you steady on the table.

he stares at you harshly, asking: “do you want to be fuck? or not?”

before you can respond, Heeseung squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look at him and submit to his desires.

“god fucking damn,” Heeseung hisses in a cold, simmering rage, his lips curling back to reveal his teeth.

he slowly slides his finger down the garter of your lace panty, as if imagining how he would rip it off you.

“i can’t believe you’d flirt with that bastard gardener right in front of me?” he adds, his voice trembling with anger as he looks at you with piercingly furious eyes.

“you like that, don’t you?” Heeseung hisses in a savage snarl, tightening his grip on your neck.

“you want me to get angry so i can fuck you? you bitch,” he adds, slamming his other hand down on the table in a fit of unbridled rage.

he pushes harder on your neck, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh, as his eyes bore into yours in a feral glare.

you’re dripping wet, every word of abuse he hurls at you and gesture Heeseung makes towards you only makes it worse. you’re not sure why this is happening, or why your body responds so strongly to him.

despite this, you can’t help but stare at him, begging for more. you can feel the moisture between your thighs.

he wastes no time in sliding your panty to the side, exposing your cunt to him. with a swift, efficient motion, he undone his pants, revealing the hard evidence of his desire for you.

without hesitation, his immediately slid his cock fully into yours, making you moaned loudly from the shock of his sudden invasion.

in a quiet, rumbling voice, Heeseung murmurs, “jesus christ too tight...” as his attempt to insert himself inside you continues.

your screams echoed throughout the room, as he held you down and forced himself into you.

in his mind, this moment is perfect, and he can’t wait to feel your pussy wrapped around his.

as his tongue caressed the sensitive skin on your neck, you quickly closed your eyes in delight.

the feeling was exquisite, and his sharp suckling made you pull his hair, wanting him to taste even more of your skin.

with urgency, Heeseung tore your panty and spread your legs even further, desperate to take you deep.

he was no longer wasting  time or taking his time, but acting in the heat of the moment, his passion reaching its climax.

you shake your head frantically in response, trying to stay focused despite the overwhelming sensation of joy and pain that floods through your body.

in a breathless voice, Heeseung asks, “are you on the pill?”

you shake your head frantically in response, trying to stay focused despite the overwhelming sensation of joy and pain that floods through your body.

“good,” Heeseung murmurs, and you have trouble deciphering whether it’s a nod of approval or a warning.

“since we don’t have time to waste, we’ll make the most of it,” Heeseung says in a voice that’s equal parts desperate and eager.

his words drip with lust and passion, as if he can’t wait for the moment when his seed meets your body.

“gon fuck you, and take my cum and bear my child,” he adds.

his words drip with lust and passion, as if he can’t wait for the moment when his seed meets your body.

you let out a soft sigh and pulled Heeseung closer towards you, your lips meeting his in a deep, sensual kiss.

he immediately responded, pushing his tongue into your mouth, his body aching with desire as he drank in the taste of your lips.

you could feel the heat building between you, the chemistry electric as your tongues danced together in a dance that had been waiting to happen.

Heeseung looks at you with a sly grin, asking, “you got that?”

there’s no reply from you, only some soft, excited noises that escape your lips as he increases the force of his thrusts.

“you got that?” he purrs again, as you slowly lose control of your body in the onslaught of pleasure, his body invading yours with a force that verges on the primal.

Heeseung’s thrusts were so deep that the sound of your groans and soft, excited noises filled the room.

his movements were fast and forceful, his pace increasing until the entire room was filled with enthusiastic skin–slapping.

you rolled your eyes and slowly sank your fingernails into Heeseung’s back, whispering naughty curses into his ear.

his body trembled with every movement of your fingers, and his breathing increased with each word you uttered into his ear.

you felt his passion growing, his desire burning hotter as your words found a home in his mind and body.

“i’m– go– cum. fuck! cum!,” you exclaim as you feel your climax growing closer by the second.

you can feel the tension building up in your body as you approach your boiling point, your breath hitching and your muscles tensing.

“just a few more moments,” Heeseung whisper shakily, your body beginning to convulse in anticipation.

you could feel your blood pumping through your body as your breathing sped up, your mind focused only on the sensation of pleasure that was rapidly building.

with your body in overdrive, you couldn’t control yourself any longer and let out all your cum.

“oh damn,” Heeseung muttered when he released his little swimmers and gave them all to you.

the warm fluid of your desire mixed together, and you felt the heat of his seed swimming towards your egg cell.

you immediately closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure of his liquid filling you.

you were caught in a whirlwind of feelings and sensations, as your bodies became one in the ultimate act of love and connection.

you knew you had reached the climax of your passion, and your heart was swelling with love as Heeseung wrapped his arms around you in an embrace.

you let yourself sink into the sensation of being filled, your body fully submitting to him and your mind floating in the sensation of joy and bliss.

you felt your legs trembling and your heart pounding in your chest, the feeling of your climax overwhelming and delightful.

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Insatiable

🕷️ kinktober — day 4: biting kink (& blood play)🕸️

pairing: sunghoon (enhypen) + reader (afab)

genre: non-idol!au, vampire!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, vampire bf!hoon, human!reader, tw! mention of blood, biting, blood drinking, oral (fem. receiving), cum eating, overstimulation (kind of, i guess?),

word count: ~2.1k

synopsis: your vampire bf suddenly becomes clingy which can only mean he’s hungry or horny . . . or both

a/n: where’s all my vampire!au lovers?!?!?!?!!?! 🧛🏻

posted: october 4, 2023

— kinktober masterlist —

You should’ve seen it coming when Sunghoon had stayed with you in the bed until you got up this morning. Usually, he would be up busying himself with something by the time you woke up. You should’ve seen it coming when he somehow found a reason to be in every room you were in at any given time. You were in the bedroom folding laundry? He was digging through his clothes to find ‘that one shirt he thought he lost’. You were in the living room watching TV? Suddenly he was interested in it too—though he had complained to you multiple times he didn’t like the shows you liked. You were in the bathroom? He was knocking on the door asking how long you would be because he needed to brush his teeth.

You should have confronted him during one of those instances, but you finally snapped in the kitchen. You were in the middle of making yourself a sandwich for lunch when you felt Sunghoon’s presence lingering behind you. He wasn’t touching you or hovering, but you could still feel him, mostly his gaze. It felt like he was your own shadow, following you around incessantly. The jelly-coated knife in your hand clattered onto the counter as you let out an annoyed groan.

“What’s your problem? You’ve been all over me all morning.”

“I can’t just be close to my girlfriend?” he asked, a dumb smile on his face. But you could tell there was something sinister about that smile; he had ulterior motives that he wasn’t going to give up so quickly.

“Suddenly, like this? No,” you leaned back against the counter, but there was still not even a foot of distance between you two, “So what do you want? Are you horny? Hungry? What is it?”

If he could blush, he would be doing so in that moment. His smile turned sheepish, embarrassed that you had caught on so fast. He didn’t mean to be so clingy, but he couldn’t help it. He woke up with his stomach feeling empty and his gums aching. His cock had also been basically rock hard when he woke up. His body was essentially begging him to eat and get laid, and soon. But he knew how tired you had been lately with work, so he let you sleep in. And you seemed grumpy after you woke, so he let you go about your day without bothering you too much. He suffered in silence for as long as he could until your outburst.

“Would you hate me if I said both?”

This time his smile revealed his pointed canines, longer than they usually were. You noticed the pale skin around his eyes had a dusting of rose-colored pigment, and small, faint, spindly veins branched around them. Those usually signified his hunger, and now that you thought about it, you couldn’t remember the last time he had fed.

Having a vampire as a boyfriend, while as outlandish as it sounded, was surprisingly low-maintenance. You weren’t sure if it was because of Sunghoon’s personality or if all vampires were like this—he was the only one you had ever met, to your knowledge—but he was really easy going. He held himself with great self control, only feasting when absolutely necessary.

When you had started dating him, he admitted his identity to you and assured you that he only fed on animals. For a while he had tried stealing blood from a local hospital, but he felt guilty, so he had quit. As nice as human blood was, he always felt it was morally wrong, so he stuck to an animal-exclusive diet. It wasn’t until you were almost a year into dating that you suggested he feed from you, and even then it took him a couple months to come around to the idea.

The first time he fed from you was overwhelming, to say the least, but he displayed way more self control than he thought he could. You had gone limp in his arms, which held you tight at the waist, crushing you against him while his teeth were sunk into the junction of your neck and shoulder. When you let out the smallest whisper of his name, he released you as fast as he possibly could, using his thumb to cover your puncture wounds. He had taken a bit more blood than he should’ve, but thankfully it wasn’t enough to cause you damage.

You healed up just fine after some food, water, and rest, and the next day you were good as new. But he still held off as long as possible between feedings, not wanting to take advantage of the food supply he could get from you. Though, secretly, you loved when he used you. The feedings almost felt like taking drugs. The rush you got from them was euphoric, even if it did take a large amount of energy out of you. And Sunghoon looked hot when he fed, you couldn’t deny that. The way his eyes turned that dark red (almost black) color. The way your blood stained his lips with a crimson hue. The way he became hungry for you in a way that surpassed normal lust. It was so primal. So carnal. So excruciatingly sexy. Every time you just wanted him to have his way with you, there and then.

“Okay,” you said, “but can we try something different this time?”

Sunghoon was shocked you were agreeing to a feeding right now, given your seemingly indifferent mood all morning. But he simply nodded, willing to do almost anything to get blood in his mouth soon, “Sure.”

“Do you, um, have to take blood from my neck every time?” you asked him, looking up at him with the art of seduction brewing in your eyes.

“No, I guess- I guess I could take it from your wrist or somewhere else on your arm. It’s just that the neck is the easiest access point,” he tried to explain, but admittedly he was pretty thrown off by the question. No one had ever asked him that before.

“So, you could really bite me anywhere then?”

“Y-yeah, I suppose I could. What did you have in mind?”

You simply smiled to yourself, having no doubt in your mind that you would get him to feed from you exactly how you wanted him to. Exactly like you had imagined a handful of times.

And, boy were you right. Not even five minutes later he had you thrown unceremoniously onto your bed, your shorts and underwear discarded and tossed across the room. His inhuman strength was used to grab your legs and place them over his shoulders as he wedged himself between your thighs. One tantalizing look from him and then he was committing the most sinful acts on you with his tongue. Licking and prodding and kissing and sucking your sensitive skin in all the right ways. In all the right places. He drew the most erotic, filthy noises from you, along with some moans of his name. He smirked wickedly into your pussy, his pride—and his cock—swelling.

Low growls rumbled from deep in his throat as he ate you out. His mouth moved with ardor, as if your cum was his life source instead of the red ichor that flowed in your veins. And he didn’t plan on stopping until he got both. So he hummed, holding your clit between his lips. He opened his eyes just in time to see you slipping, your eyes vaguely crossing and your lips agape, a gasp stuck in your throat.

“Hoon- Please- I need . . . Oh my God,” your words trailed off into a moan that was so pornographic you couldn’t believe it came from you. Your boyfriend was always great at eating you out, but this was on another level.

“Need what, _______? To cum? Then do it. Cum on my tongue, baby,” he pulled away to egg you on, then promptly returned to lapping at your slick lips. Your skin felt like velvet over his tongue, and your arousal tasted like juice from the sweetest fruit. But your blood would be the richest and smoothest of wines. And he wanted to get drunk off of you at any means necessary.

You wanted to answer, but you physically weren’t able to. Any words that you thought of formed in your throat and died before they could reach your lips, coming out in faint croaks or cut-off moans. His name was the only thing you could get out, and even that could only escape in choked gasps or panted breaths. It was the loudest when your orgasm finally snapped.

Your stomach felt like it was doing flips, and the area between your ribs and your thighs felt warm. Sunghoon’s grip on the outside of your thighs tightened as he tasted the first drips of your cum. His tongue collected as much of it as he could get. But he had to act quickly. While you were still in the throes of your orgasm, he pulled his lips away from your cunt, directing them to the plush of your inner thigh. He bared his fangs as much as he could before breaking your skin with them, sinking them as far as he could without seriously harming you.

A sharp gasp sounded from your mouth, and your hands fisted the sheets at your sides, tugging them into the tight grip of your knuckles. The pain was borderline insufferable, but you knew the taste of ecstasy that soon followed would make it all worth it.

In a matter of a minute, the pain was subduing and was being replaced by waves of pleasure. The warmth that was caused by your orgasm was ignited into a fiery heat, like the nozzle of a stove slowly being turned from low to high. Then, the tingling started. First in the thigh that he was feeding from, then the other one. It spread to your knees and hips. And soon after that, the numbness set in. That’s when you knew it was getting to be too much. Your body was going into a panic, but your mind was still dazed from the effects of his venom, which seeped in from the bite.

“S-“ you groaned, barely able to form a coherent thought, “Sung- . . . Sunghoo . . .”

Your boyfriend’s eyes shot open, and he immediately withdrew his mouth from your leg, “Fuck, I’m sorry, ________.”

You shook your head lazily, not entirely sure if the lack of energy was more from the orgasm or the feeding.

“You tasted so good, I couldn’t help myself,” he spoke quickly, his voice full of panic. He leaned down to lave his tongue over the puncture marks, using his saliva to heal them. It would seal them for now, keeping you from bleeding, but it would take a few hours for them to close, “Are you alright?”

In the blink of an eye, he was hovering above you, and anyone else would’ve been startled. But you were so used to his inhuman speed by now, you were unfazed. You were, however, dismayed still, and concernedly so. Sunghoon’s hand reached up to gently grab your chin, tilting your head from side to side, “________, baby, answer me. Are you okay?”

A drunken smile appeared on your lips, but your eyes remained closed, “‘m great.”

He sighed in relief, shaking his head, “Don’t do that. I was worried I drank too much.”

“A little,” you mumbled in a half-response, slurring your words, “but . . . felt s’ good.”

“Don’t black out on me,” he chuckled softly, a hint of worry still in his red-colored eyes as he peered down at you. His fingers gripped your chin a little tighter as he leaned forward and kissed the corner of your lips, “I mean it.”

“Or what?” you teased, eyes half-opening to see his handsome face inches from your own. If you weren’t so weak, you would have rolled you both over and taken the reigns then.

“Or I’ll eat you,” he mocked you, booping the tip of your nose with his before kissing you again, this time on the lips. His lips were tinged with blood still, the taste of iron present on them but not unbearable.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“You decide,” he patted your thigh affectionately, his thumb smoothing your skin and lingering near the marks he left on it. Then he got up off the bed, heading for the door, “Don’t move, I’m gonna get you a snack and some water.”

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Hsjaksis this idea has been in my brain for so long but imagine demon heeseung who watches little church girl y/n ever since she turned of age, he's smitten,he wants her but also knows that her purity is too strong and he can only touch her body if she gives him permission,so he has to use deception. Pretend to be someone else to earn ur trust, making u suck on his fingers by telling u that it will earn u god's grace. Overall heavy on corruption if u catch my drift. He will slowly prepare you for himself cuz u r oh so sweet and innocent completely unaware of the pleasures of the human body

”A Test of Will.”

WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, corruption, deception, demonic HS x Y/N. Stealing y/n's virginity, possessiveness, secret admiring, cursing, I think that's it.

I apologize it took me so long to post. I got super jet-lagged after our flight back home the other day. But without further ado, here is (sorry it's not proofread) the one shot, "A Test of Will." REQUESTED.

Begin Read:

For as long as you can remember, you loved and praised God, taught to submit into his will whenever he desired or called upon you. As a young girl, you wanted nothing more than to become a bride of Jesus and yearned to remain everlasting and pure. It was a life you loved and respected, being the daughter of a pastor and the wife of a devoted homemaker. From the moment you understood speech, and emotional love, it had always been ingrained in your head to please him and only him.

So, you did.

The first moment you realized the importance of your obedience to the Holy spirit was after you turned seven and your family coordinated your Baptism at the local church, one your family had been attending for years. Donning all white, looking as angelic as the Renaissance paintings, you gained holiness and rebirth as God's child, watching as everyone gathered around and sang praises and cheers. It was a joyous event that displayed your conformance to the standards of God's holy will. Among the chanting choir, one particular guest lurked from above, watching with intrigue. Despite being uninvited, he remained to observe the Holy ritual while being unheard and unseen.

He hovered high above, over the large grand fountain, and watched as the priest gently dipped your frail body in the water, allowing you to rise and take your first breath. Seeing how you smiled delicately, accepting your dedication to fulfilling God's will, creates a smirk in defiance to form gracefully on his dark lips. Now, this ritualistic occurrence was not unique to him, but he could care less, for the event wasn't the reason for his stay. It was you that he was interested in. Your innocence appealed to him, and the strength of your devotion, especially at such a young age, what an enchanting young girl you were. Perhaps he'll possess you and devour your soul while you sleep, letting you die while he tucks your spirit away for safe keeping.

Spreading his wings wide, they rested against the cathedral ceiling; the darkness of the spikes and bat-like features looked as if it smeared the face of the great mother Mary and baby Jesus, tainting their warm faces with the hue of black and blood red. His lithe frame is sharply adorned in an all-black suit with fingerless gloves, while his hair is stained royal purple. Gravity did not affect his demonic nature; no one would have been able to notice him even if he decided to become visible to the mortal eye. He took on a perfect stance of a straight stand, parallel to the roof of the ceiling, with arms carelessly crossed and a raised hand stroking his lips by the lead index. Chuckling, he becomes amused and admires your happiness in becoming one of them, another tribal animal that falls into the pretenses of spiritual love and devotion, neglecting the nature of your mortal existence and desire. That won't do for him, considering he can only devour your spirit when it is strong in faith.

……………..

Years have passed since then, and the hellish guest permanently remained in your life, unbeknownst to you. It was enjoyable for him to watch you grow, molding into a prideful young woman. He admired your dedication but grew infatuated by your stubbornness. You had no problems remaining vigilant in keeping your chastity, but it wasn't easy. As you came of age, you longed for a sense of touch and physical companionship. Most times, you continued to plow through life with your dedication strong and steady, yet some moments you questioned if you were doing enough, feeling complacent with your current path and therefore drifting in thought, wondering if there is more to life than just serving the Lord.

It had hit you hard upon graduating high school, you realized that your greatest wish was to do more, thus furthering your motivation to stay on the current course. Especially after observing your peers, watching them take part in dating, following the natural courses of love, marriage, and family life. You did everything you could to take your mind off it, from actively volunteering in holy community services to leading Bible study every day, but none of it gave you the strength you needed to stay engaged with your dedication to God. Unfortunately for you, he had sensed it and took great delight watching as you tried fighting off your instinctive desires as a mortal woman.

There were times when his invisibility was clicked on or off, depending on his mood, yet it didn't matter for each time that he was present, he remained undetected. Whether it was appearing as the air itself, or disguising as one of your friends, teachers, or even your parents, he gained interaction to hear how lovely your voice became with age. He had found you peculiar upon discovering you as a young girl, but seeing how you grew into the dedicated young woman you are today, he was obsessed. Who could have ever thought that demons could gain affection and desire for humans? It wasn't natural nor was it normal, but there is a first for everything, including him. The last straw was when he lay, relaxing himself on your bedspread, watching as you remained oblivious to his unobtrusive presence. Figuring you were going to conduct your normal routine in changing inside your closet space, he relaxes on your bedding, already knowing that your inclusive habit was due to your shyness in changing out in the open, despite being nestled in the privacy of your room…or so you thought.

It's true, that you have made a habit of changing in discrete areas such as your closet or your bathroom, but time has an effect on everyone, even God's most dutiful child. Sure, you were still fruitful and pure, but as you matured, you found it nearly silly

you weren't as shy as you were before. You were a fully, blossomed young woman who helped and loved her family and had prospects to attend the university of your choice in the oncoming months, all with the attending hopes of joining a nunnery and becoming a bride of his holiness.

His brow raises when he notices you undressing. Shifting his gaze, he looked confused for a moment as you broke out of your traditional habit, and stripped off your clothing delicately until you reached full nudeness. It takes a lot for him to become shaken, it's never happened before, but you accomplished a feat that many, including the demons of Hell, found impossible to achieve. There he lay, iris expanding and glowing red as he noted the suppleness of your soft skin, how you tenderly removed your skirt, blouse, and the undergarments that cradled your luscious breasts and the simple white lace that protected the heart of your core. It was at that moment for the first time since he discovered you, he realized that he was not just intrigued, but obsessed with having you. His infatuation develops into something deeper and stronger upon seeing your bare form, he had to keep you, shower you with his darkness, and hide your lightened heart away for only him to admire.

………………

"Y/N, come here sweetheart, and meet the new priest who has graciously volunteered his services to our church."

You had just returned from your college orientation and noted an unfamiliar umbrella staged by the front door upon entry. Your steps were timid, but you approached the living room steadily, catching sight of your mother and father both speaking to a tall figure, with his back facing you. Your mother catches your entry and bids you to introduce yourself, and you had every means of doing so gracefully, until he turned around.

"Y/N, this is Father Ethan, he has come from far away and is blessing our church with his devotion and preaching of God." Your father added on, continuing your mother's praise of the rather young-looking man that stood before you. He had dark, shiny black hair, was lean, and had a handsome face; for a priest, he was unlike any holy servant you had ever seen before. He was Asian, though you couldn't pinpoint which national region his ethnic background came from, and didn't probe to ask as it would have been too rude. You smiled sweetly and finally gulped faith before emitting your first words in greeting him.

"It's…nice to meet you, Father Ethan. My name is Y/N…."

"Well hello, it's very nice to finally meet you, Y/n. Your parents were spending the last hour boasting about you."

Looking over to your parents, Father Ethan displays a sly smirk as he crosses his arms and swings his body before returning his gaze to your direction. Your parents nod with approval and gleam proudly. You couldn't be entirely sure but there was something strange about your meeting with Father Ethan; there was an unusual level of attraction that you felt towards, and from him.

The next day, you carried out your diligent duties in leading Bible study for the younger age group. Walking in, you immediately became aware of the stark emptiness inside; no one was around, yet the candles were lit. Making your way down the aisle, you looked around and peeked between the benches, only to find that the main hall was just as empty. You stood before the holy cross, admiring the small statues and chalices that decorate the platform where the priest conducted his prayer and Biblical lecture, when suddenly a deep voice emerges from behind you. "You're here for Bible study?"

Sharply turning, you set your eyes on Father Ethan. He stood straight and tall, wearing a casual black suit with a white undershirt, partially unbuttoned. "Oh, I'm sorry Father, I didn't know you were here."

"Pay no mind, and no need to apologize." he slyly smiles in response.

Surrendering a faint nod, you smiled sweetly before clearing your throat. "Are the children here?"

"Oh you mean the ones you're leading for the lecture? I'm afraid not, everyone had prior engagements set in stone and couldn't make it."

Stroking his chin, he flares his infamous smirk once more, locking his gaze and finding you heavenly and delectable.

"You know…y/n….your diligence and faith towards God is astonishing."

"It is?"

"Mmhmm…I wonder if there is anything you wouldn't do, all in the name of your love for him."

Your eyes slightly widen as you lean in, enhancing the value of your statement. "There isn't…I would do anything to show my loyalty and to become closer, I intend to be a bride of God."

"You want to be a nun?"

Nodding, you shifted your gaze to the side upon feeling his gaze examining you with intrigue.

"Interesting." Walking towards you, his hand reaches down and gently cups your cheek. Just as he expected, your skin was soft and supple, the strands of your hair grazing against his knuckle felt like silk threads, and you warmed his coldness in an instant. "Hm…pretty."

You were taken aback by his statement, as he displays a devious smile. "No-no…it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you…in fact, I'm here to help you to get closer…"

"Closer to God?" your eyes began to water, yet you couldn't help it, you became curious by his rather bold statement. Chuckling, he bites down on his lower lip and steps back. "You wanna see proof?… You wanna see a miracle…y/n?"

Nodding once more, you watch as he takes one of the empty chalices in his hand and flicks it. The chime of the brass echoes through the main hall and into the massive foyer. Presenting it to you, you gently cradle the cup in both hands and become stunned upon seeing that the chalice was filled with blood-red wine. "I-is….is this?…. How?" You snapped your gaze over to him, curious for an explanation as you were quite sure the chalice was empty a moment ago.

"Are…you an….are you an angel?… Father Ethan?"

"Something like that." tilting his head, he continues to flash his devilish smile before whispering once again, "Something….like that."

Looking down at the chalice, you smile softly. "Can I ask why you're here?"

Playfully rolling his eyes to the side, he shrugs his shoulders before emitting an answer. "Just here to help preach his desire."

"….What is his desire?"

"You really want to know?"

"…..Yes…."

Snapping his hand forward, he snags your wrist and rapidly pulls you close, pressing you chest to chest. "First…." he softly lets out into your ear before he slowly licks the nook of your neck.

"Father! W-what…!"

"Shh….I said…everything is going to be alright…don't you trust me?….If you don't, I guess I can leave and you'll be forever marked in his eye as someone who went against his will…."

Gasping, you desperately voiced out your objection. "No! That's not true! I would do anything for him, even if it meant giving up my happiness. That's how much I love him."

"Huh…that right?" Rolling his tongue, he tilts his head and peers his gaze into yours. "You know what would make him happy?"

"….No…would you tell me?"

"Its easier if I showed you…come here."

Gripping your shoulders, he straightens your posture and squares you up with his frame. He leans in and places a soft and sensual kiss on your neck, stirring a vibrating sense to riddle deep inside your gut. Giving you the thrill of passion, he presses his parted lips against yours and harshly breathes out, coating your skin with the warmth of his exhale. Slowly, his tongue trails through his mouth, feeding its way through your lips and smears his saliva over your tongue and cheek. Your brows furrow in fear and worry, but slowly transitions into delight once you reminded yourself of how Father Ethan was bringing you closer to God, or so he says. No one could blame you, after all, seeing his talent with what he did to the chalice was proof enough that he was not an ordinary person. But what was he exactly?

Your thoughts were interrupted when his grip changes, holding your firmly by your waist while he buries his tongue deeper. As soon as you let out a gasping moan, he takes things a step further by smoothing his palms over every curve of your body. Hesitant, you try to push yourself away, yet his hold on you remained strong and he continues to shower you with the passion of his sinful touch. "Stay close to me, I promise I'll show you heaven."

"O-okay…." you faintly whispered, unable to make any sense of what was going on. You knew that what he was doing was a sin, something your parents had warned you to avoid. However, when he began feeding his hand under the hem of your dress, and smother your neck and chin with his dangerous kisses, you faltered at the sensation, keeping in mind that you were displaying your loyalty to God and his will.

"F-Father Ethan…I…I can't breathe…" you whimper as he forces your head to tilt back, allowing him a wider range to lick and nibble the skin on your throat. "It's okay, I'll fix that in a second." He mumbles.

Turning you around, he was abrupt and rough with his movements, he could tell that you didn't seem to mind, at least it didn't sound like it. Since he started to rub your inner thighs, your pitch sounded more pleasurable and less fearful. Either you were too trusting towards him, or you were melting at the feeling of being ravished by his hands and mouth.

Piercing your entry, you gasped in shock upon realizing that his hand had made its way under your panties, taking advantage of your partially exposed cavity. "Wait! Wh-what are you doing!?" you gasped out, placing your hands on his shoulders as he inserts his fingers, lifting you upwards in the process. "Dont worry…its all in his will, remember?" Father Ethan smirks as he burrows his face into your neck, groaning against your skin. "You wanna be closer to heaven, riiiiight?" Gripping a handfull of your hair, he forcefully tilts your head to the side and bites, "Ah! That hurts!" Resetting your position, he looks down at you under heavy lids, his smirk completley gone but the lust in his eye remains. "Tell you what, if you're good, I'll show you my wings."

You looked up, completely bewildered. "You have…wings?" He nods his head as he pets your hair, it was at that moment you were convinced he really was an angel. Sensing your instant will and obedience, he ignores in confirming the validity of your submission and instead, turns you around while ripping your dress in half. Shredding off your undergarments, you cover yourself as you stood fully nude with his frame pressing against you from behind. "Did you know that you've been lied to all your life?" kissing your back, he leaves a lengthy trail down your spine as he plasters his lips onto your skin.

"W-what do you mean?" You ask in all earnesty, trying to refrain from releasing your desperate moans of pleasure as you relish in the sensation of each kiss. With his lips pressed onto your lower back, he grips the back of your thighs before mumbling against you, giving a slight tickle. "God would never demand that his creations to be so ignorant as to dismiss their instinctive will to learn the life lessons of pleasure, pain, and happiness. It's what humans are meant to do in their short lifespan." Biting down, you felt the sting of his demeanor on the back of your shoulder. "I'm sure he appreciates the spiritual faith in his name, but what good is flesh and blood if not without the practice of tasting, feasting, and desiring the need to touch and be touched."

Counterattacking his resolve, you whimper your words, trying your best to maintain composure. "Flesh and blood is all but a facade, its our will that remains everlasting and true."

Chuckling, you feel his teeth against the back of your neck as he responds in amusement. "Hmph…that right? Well then princess, let's see if we can break that will of yours."

He wastes no time and begins to insert his lengthy shaft into your womanhood. Even though you hadn't given him consent, you weren't resisting to the act, so long as he kept his promise in bringing you closer to God, among other things. True, you wanted to be closer, you wanted to see Father Ethan's wings, and you wanted to enter heaven, but there was also the longing built up within you that desired for him to do more. The feeling of his thickness filling you became the most painful and pleasurable sensation you've ever felt; you nearly questioned how you could have gone so long without experiencing it, when a quick thrust on his part pinched you with sharp pain.

"Ugh….it-it hurts! F-Father Ethan…."

"Call me Heeseung baby." Be breathes out in a low groan.

"He-Heeseung?"

Noting your perfect pronunciation, he showers you with praise as he continues to lick your neck. "Very good. You have a gift of tongues, don't you?"

Fully leaned forward, he coats your back with his chest, sealing his muscle as he stuffs his entire girth in between your wet folds. "Ready to see Heaven?"

You hesitated for a second, but nodded as your body shook vigorously from the immense pressure. "Alrighty then." he smirks, just as he starts his thrusts back up. "Wow…you're fucking perfect, aren't you?"

He starts slow, but picks up the pace as he continues to pump his lengthy cock in and out of your entry. The bulging tip harshly taps against a sweet spot that lays dormant inside of you, something you never knew existed until now. In and out, he steadily increases the pace, the sound of your skin wrapping his, squelching as he thrusts ferociously with the hidden intentions of staining your internal spirit with the darkness of Hell. He goes faster, your body jolts forward as he slams his cock deep inside each time, with his thighs slamming against your own and his groin popping against your derriere. Lost in the whirlpool of erotic pleasure, your moans were interrupted as you felt his fingers crawling up, around your neck, and onto you chin. Tapping his finger against your lips, he lets out an indiscriminate tone and smirks out another one of his chuckles. "Open." Bidding to his demand, you part your lips and watch as he slips his index in and rubs the inside of your cheek. "Good girl…"

Just as you started to question his claims, his voice punctures your thoughts when he asks you, "Can you see them?"

Never losing his momentum, he continues to pump his cock, disrupting the tightness and elasticity of your feminine virtue, jerking your body back and forth from his performance. Confused by his formulation, you were about to bid him to elaborate when suddenly you saw the glowing of spheres surrounding your bodies. Thrusting, your body motions forward and back as he pulls you by the hips, making it nearly impossible for you to admire the majestic beauty of what appeared to be stars, encircling you.

"W-what….ugh!"

"I told you, didn't I?…I'd show you heaven…"

Seeing the evidence of what you could only surmise as divine intervention, you submit fully by extending your arms overhead and plastering your forearms against the wall, spreading your legs even more and allowing him unbarricaded access. Arching your back, you perk your rear cheeks upward, wanting to see and feel more.

"Yeah? Bet you wanna see more, don't you?" he scoffs in between his growls. Nodding, you bend and submit every inch of your will and begged him to do more. "Huh….if only everyone you know could see you right now….what would dear mommy and daddy think if they were to see their precious daughter getting fucked…hmm?" Following his words, he speeds up his thrusts as he firmly grips the center of your throat. "Keep yourself steady baby….you feel so fucking tight like this."

Following his instructions, you keep yourself arched as you feel his thrusts going in deeper and harder. His fingers rubbing the side of your neck as he holds you down, pinning you against the wall while he takes advantage in fully penetrating you. The more he did, the more you saw. Soon the entire hall was filled with the glowing spheres; you watched as they fluttered around and looked too beautiful to be real. They had to be angels; small and delicate cherubs that were enhancing the legitimacy of his claims.

In between your pleading moans, you faintly smile as you felt wholesome in seeing what others could not, all due to giving yourself up to this man. Letting him continue, he delightfully takes you in and punctures your entry for hours, painting your skin blue, purple, and red by his licks and nibbles. He kept going and going, your body became numb and the pleasure wore off, the only thing you could feel at this point was prickling pain and sting, yet each time he sensed your weakened state, he taunted you with his words, teasing as he scoffs them out. "Are you giving up on me? Should I stop?"

You shook your head every single time, maintaining your stance so that you could continue to be closer to your faith, to which he would respond with a chuckle, and a dark decree. "Gonna fucking break you to pieces, girl."

You barely had enough time to process his word's let alone respond, all due to his last and final effort in increasing his speed. "Oh fuck you feel so good…going to make me cum."

With tears staining your cheeks, you shook your head as you helplessely leaned your head against the wall's surface, already having done too much to suddenly stop now, not that he would ever let you. Punching your internal gut, he goes faster, deeper, and harder. Your breasts bounce fiercly as your hair flies forward, your skin tainted red as he drags his nails and digs them in. Reaching your breaking point, a sharp, stabbing sensation pierces your clit as overstimulation takes effect from the constant throbbing of his cock. "Please! No more! I-I cant!"

Your scream was all he needed to hear before he releases, fully submerging his cock deep as he groans into your ear. "My little slut...you feel me turning us into parents?" Filling you, your walls become stained by the creaminess of his seed, the warmth of it all eases you inside and out. When he was finally done, he slowly exits, releasing his grip and letting you drop to the floor. You whimper as you lay weakened, your womanhood destroyed and beaten, and all he did was stand feircly tall as he smiled deviously. Grabbing hold of his cock, he slowly strokes it as he watches you faintly struggle up. "How pretty…I'm going to have fun keeping you all to myself."

Looking up, you tearfully watch as his blackened hair turns purple, his eyes glowed dangerously red, and his lips darken. The white spheres around suddenly turned black, formulating into wild shapes of various demons with jagged teeth and elongated tongues that practically reached the floor. Beyond frightened, you gasped out a series of whimpers as you used your arms to back away, only to meet with the wall behind.

"What?…Scared?" he chuckles, taking his steps closer to you. "Didn't I promise to show you my wings? My pretty...pretty....pretty wife..."

Furrowing your brows, you looked at him mercifully when he abruptly stretches his neck. From left to right, a series of cracks could be heard as he hovers his chin over each shoulder, his lids remained partially shut, revealing the rolling of his eyes towards the back of his head; with a subtle groan, he releases his bat-like wings as they extend high and wide. Covering your mouth, you gasp in horror as you begin to sob hysterically. What have you done? Who was he and just what did you allow him to do to you? The entire afternoon spent with him taking away your purity.

"Y-you're….you're not an angel…." you muttered out, watching as he reopens his eyes and tilts his head. Gazing at you with a smirk that pitied your oblivious state of mind, his eyes drift and takes in the miraculous sight of you from head to toe. He loved how broken and helpless you looked, trapped against the wall as you attempt to cover your breasts and bring your closed legs in. With a pleading tone, you asked with sweet innocence in your voice as your eyes pushed out fresh tears. "A-are you….the Devil?"

Smirking, he takes in a final step and kneels down before you, leaning in for a kiss. Holding your head steady by a fistful of hair, he gently pulls your head back, and whispers before sealing your fate eternally, having special plans in store for when he brings you back home with him, leaving you unfound and forever a mystery in the world you were born into.

With a deep tone, his lips brush against your own as he responds…

"Something like that…"

Taglist: aiden2001 , heeseung-min , lathan1510 , rayofsunshineeee

warnings // manipulation, toxic hee and jake

heeseung and jake love to fuck raw and will try to avoid condoms as much as possible ):

they have really veiny dicks and if they can't feel your walls milking them what's the point of fucking? that's what they tell you and it works every time because you end up getting piped down raw you ever bring up the suggestion.

heeseung makes the excuse of not being able to cum with one on because he can't feel how warm your pussy is, especially when he makes you ride him. he likes laying back and physically feeling your pussy cream all over his length and he swears it's the only way for him to cum.

jake likes to fuck you missionary and feels best when he thrusts just his tip in and out of your tight hole. he says the condom blocks his cock from stimulation, and he feels sensitive when he can actually feel your skin.

it's also the best way for them to "accidentally" cum inside you. they apologize by saying there's something about your pussy that makes them forget to pull out ): when they're so close and feel their pre cum leaking they can't help but hold onto your body and thrust in and out of you, stuffing you full of their white hot seed, ignoring your cries and blabbering.

they promise that this is the last time they'll cum deep inside you as they kiss your tears away, holding you close, brushing your hair away from you face.

you end up forgiving and believing them with every passing time.

Seonghwa.

Seonghwa is your serial killer boyfriend who is obsessed with you.

Notes; Seonghwa wears a custom made kitsune mask to hide his identity but mostly because he doesn’t like showing his face.

Little detail of his mask; it almost always has real blood stains on it.

Hints of yandere seonghwa if you squint ..

Pairings; Seonghwa X fem! Reader

Genre; horror slasher/smut~

Warnings; mentions of murder, blood, hair pulling, marking, cursing, choking and unprotected sex..just pure filth.

The night grew near as the sun started to set on halloween, the only night Seonghwa was never questioned, the only night Seonghwa ever ever looked normal wearing his mask amongst the neighborhood of teens, kids and even adults decked in Halloween costumes. No one knew who or what he was supposed to be, they just thought he was out to have fun like the rest of them. Hell he was out to have fun just not in a way others would. While Seonghwa liked to go after the ones who deserved to be punished, he also found himself diving into the ones who never saw it coming. Walking outside without a care in the world, not a single glance being shot at him from anyone around him. They didn’t know that his night was going horribly.

Seonghwa had his eyes set on one person for weeks, learning their schedule, finding out about who they kept in their lives. Imagine his surprise when the door swung open while his knife was guts deep in a victim. Just his luck right? Now he had to take out the witness, which was more difficult doing than he thought it would be. This one struggled, screamed and was extremely violent. He was so close to just leaving them be, because who doesn’t love inflicting some trauma but this one was too much for him to just forget about. Not to mention the clean up process was excruciatingly long. He arrived back home, the door practically slamming when he got in. You were sitting on the couch and got startled when you heard him come in. The reason you were home instead of out partying during a fun holiday was simply because you were tired from the previous night. Your friends and you had all went to a pumpkin patch and after attended a Halloween night at a very popular park in your city. It was fun even though you kept spotting Seonghwa despite telling him that you’d be fine and didn’t need to be watched over.

“You look upset.” You mention as he walks straight towards you, his mask covered in fresh blood. “I am,” he says lifting his mask over his mouth, but doesn’t go any further than that. “I need to fuck my frustration away” you raised your eyebrows “oh?” This was the usual thing when he was upset but it’s not as though you’re complaining, Seonghwa gets pretty rough in that state which means the sex is always better. But it’d been a month since any sort of intimacy like that happened, he was confident and always in a good mood till now. “You wanna talk about your day first or would you prefer the sex to be first?”

“How about,” he leans over you a hand grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him “I fuck you and talk about my shitty day as I’m deep in there?” You didn’t notice it before but even with the mask on His eyes were very expressive despite his lips not making a single move and the mask slightly covering em just a bit. Seonghwa absolutely hated to have it off, there were times where he’d remove it after you begged but most of the time he was able to resist your whines, of course there was temptation however he was insistent on never taking it off unless it was absolutely necessary. That mask was important to him, a symbol of who he was and practically his entire identity. When you see that mask on the news it sends shivers down your spine, Seonghwa took great pride in that.

“You can do that.”

“Good, because I need to be in you bad.” His lips meet yours and almost instantly your heart flutters. He wasn’t so much of an affectionate person so any sort of physical touch made you feel electric. It had the gears in your head turning, your mind running wild with thoughts that were filthy. He kissed you roughly and his hand had found it’s way up into your hair where he tugs on it, a whine coming out. The mask often collided with your face, the blood leaving stains on your cheeks and forehead. Seonghwa pulls back, licking his lips and biting them he growled and examined your flushed expression. “You look so fucking good with blood all over that pretty face of yours. I’m gonna ruin you.” You had no doubt that he meant every single word that came out of his mouth, usually during times like this he meant business. “Wanna taste you first, take those pants off before I cut em off.” You slid your pants down watching as Seonghwa tossed them carelessly off to the side. He went down to his knees and held your open, surprisingly you saw that he had lifted his mask up and off his face, his bangs falling over his eyebrows. It’d been awhile since you fully seen his face so this was a really good treat. Him having it off also reminded you that he had a really good looking nose, he didn’t taste you often because of his need to cover his face.

Seonghwa went down on you, his tongue flicking over your clit ever so often. He was teasing you, he’d bring you close to climax but stop right when you are about to. Within seconds his tongue was moving inside, fingers gripping your inner thigh for some hand support. This man’s head game was dangerously good and he was always able to make you cum several times from that alone. You arched your back and tugged on his hair which caused him to groan against your core, it made you cry out in pleasure. “Seonghwa..I can’t, it’s too overwhelming.” Whilst eating you out he looked up and into your eyes. It was like he was looking right through you, and it made your legs quiver. Feeling an orgasm pulling in your stomach, you didn’t say anything but somehow he knew and immediately stopped. This caused you to whine and beg for him to keep going.

“I’ll keep going baby, but with my cock in you, so you’ll have to take all of it.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his feet, his cock sprung up and hit Against his abdomen, leaking with precum and desperate to be inside of you. He leaned his body forward and held your legs in a straight up position, an arm wrapping around them to hold. Teasing the tip at your entrance and then slowly pushed his hips forward. As soon as it brushed against your spot he gave you no time to adjust before he pulled out and then slammed right into you. His pace was relentless as he fucked away his frustration, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his hair stuck to it. Your moans and whines were like music to his ears, as he was big on sound. he loved hearing people scream, cry out in pain, and he especially loved it when you were crying out in pleasure, he loved it because it meant he was making you feel good and he didn’t want anyone else to see you like this.

“Mine, you’re mines and no one else’s.” He opened your legs and placed his hand on your throat, tightening the grip. Your eyes rolled back as the slight lack of air traveled to your brain and made your body tingle in such an amazing fucking way. You loved it when he got this rough.

“I was upset because as I was knife deep in the guy who kept flirting with you last month, his friend who he hadn’t seen in months came walking through the door..” Seonghwa moved his hips in a circular motion because he knew that it drived you crazy. “I spent weeks following and watching him while you were with friends and unaware. I was going to leave him alone but my brain had an itch and I needed to scratch it, I needed to make sure he would never be able to bump into you again.” Seonghwa’s eyes were dark, his anger really showing in his face and his tone. “But his stupid fucking friend,”

He let go of your neck and you took the deepest breath of your life. It was exhilarating “it was going so well, I only had one body to dispose of..the clean up process would’ve been quick….but only if his fucking friend hadn’t walked in.” You found it absolutely insane that Seonghwa even went through all the trouble killing someone from a month ago, it really made you realize that he’s petty and can’t let things go, even if it’s small. He’s childish but you couldn’t help but love him so much. As he rolled his hips into you, he leaned forward and lifted up your shirt, conveniently you almost never wore a bar so it gave him easy access to suck and bite on your nipples, he left marks and growled at the sight in front of him. If you thought he left your neck empty you thought wrong because he made damn sure to mark you there as well. “You’re taking my cock so well, you wanna come baby? Say please and I’ll make sure that you do.”

You wasted no time in saying please, you even begged him, whined in front of him. The sound of your voice, the tone of your begging sending him over the edge. “Please, please Seonghwa I want to come so bad, please let me, pretty please.” His hand went down, his two fingers rubbing circles against your clit. He sucked on your left titty while relentlessly fucking you deep “gonna fill you up and you better not push me away, you’re gonna take it.” He thrusted into you a few more times and the both of you ended up coming at the same time. “Oh, fuck.” He pulls out slowly and collapses on the couch. After a moment of some deep breathing he slips his mask back on.

“That really took all the frustration out.”

“That’s good, and hey maybe later we can actually do it on the bed and try some different positions.” Seonghwa looks over at you and creeps a hand on your thigh

“Oh? Why wait when we can do it right now.”

Hey love! It's been a long time isn't it (I guess...)? I hope you guys love the first chapter well. Chapter 2 is otw and needs some improvement. Might need a few materials to add to the story.

I hope I can finish them as soon as possible. I just started my new semester this week, and everything was going well until.... something happened. Not sure if I feel mad or sad, I have a misunderstanding with my bf. The way I wish I could talk to him face to face instead of texting. When texting, we can't see other people's emotions well. He keeps avoiding me and instead of talking to me, he talks with other people and silent treatment me. Then how I'm supposed to know what he feels rn? I feel disappointed and now I'm just focusing on myself.