This is the follow up to a fic I wrote in 2020 lmaoo which you can read HERE I actually finished this awhile ago, but I kept forgetting to post it here... oops. Check it out on Ao3 if you like! Somnophilia again and drugging bc... suit Saeran lol nsfw obviously
It had been a rough day. You had fought him especially hard that day. Despite the long months that he had kept you, sometimes it all got to be too much. You weren’t his perfect, numb little doll all the time. Sometimes, you would find your fight hiding somewhere deep inside you and it would burst out of you no matter how horrible you knew the punishment would be.
Saeran knew how to take care of that little streak of defiance. He would stomp it out as many times as necessary before you learned. He would make sure you knew that there was nowhere on this godforsaken Earth that you belonged. Nowhere but at his side.
You had fallen asleep hard after he forced the Elixir down your throat. It had burned terribly and left you shaking as the fever-like symptoms set in. Saeran liked you better like this. All pained and compliant. Absolutely pitiful.
He had let you crumple into a ball on the floor and only moved you to the bed once he was sure you were out cold. He hummed as his hands wandered across your sleeping form. Your breathing was labored and you had broken out in a cold sweat.
“Aww, poor little toy~” Saeran cooed mockingly at you, a cheshire grin stretching across his face. “You’re sweating so much… I’ll have to take your dress off for you.” He moved his finger along your collarbone until he reached the spaghetti strap barely holding up your little black dress.
He leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You don’t mind, do you darling?” Saeran laughed, sounding almost manic. He knew that even if you did wake up, your limbs would be too numb to really move away from him. It would also be several more hours before you were able to string competent sentences together.
You were caught in the spider's web and even if you were able to force yourself into waking, there would be no escape for you. No, you had long since accepted that the closest you would get to freedom, would be the unconsciousness the Elixir provides you. The uncomfortable floating through darkness, unseen hands grabbing you and contorting the body you could hardly feel through the cotton clogging your brain. You could even hear him talking to you. No amount of drugs would ever grant you enough distance from his voice.
Saeran began the slow and almost reverent process of undressing you, finally slipping the thin straps from your shoulders. Your skin was cool under his fingers, even as sweat dripped into your clavicle. He swallowed dryly as your breasts were slowly revealed to him. He would never admit it, but his hands trembled as they moved to caress your chest.
He groaned as he felt your nipples harden into tight peaks under his palms. “Aren’t you a perfect toy,” Saeran pinched your nipples, drawing a choked gasp from your lips. “Already responding so sweetly for me. I bet your little pussy is making a mess all over the bedspread.” A positively feral grin was plastered on his face as he watched your body tremble underneath him.
You were breathing shallowly and your face was contorted in pain. Saeran felt a thrill run through him as he watched you. He leaned down to lick up the sweat that had pooled between your breasts. He moaned at the taste of you and moved to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. He could feel your chest heaving as he bit down on your nipple and his hand went to abuse the other one.
Saeran finally released your abused nipple, only to pepper piercing bites across your chest and down your stomach, following the descent of your dress. He panted over you as he got your dress over your hips, revealing the silk black underwear he had selected for you. Saeran sighed happily at the sight.
“You look so much better in black, Princess.” He said, feeling the delicate material between his thumb and forefinger. “I know Ray likes to put you in pink and frills, but we both know that black suits you best.” Saeran pet his hands down your hips, finally ridding you completely of your dress.
Saeran brushed his fingers against the tops of your thighs, unwilling to take off your underwear just yet. He wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to savor you. His mouth watered as he thought about tasting you. Unable to help himself, he pushed his face into the apex of your thighs, breathing in the scent of your sex.
He shuddered violently, rivaling your own feverish tremors. “ Fuck , you smell too fucking good for a useless toy,” Saeran growled, pulling your panties to the side to feel your wetness directly. Your underwear was drenched, if not completely ruined. He tsked at you, “I’ll have to punish you for that, Princess ,” he spat the nickname at you, his finger swiping through your soaking folds. “I knew you would be making a mess of yourself, but don’t worry. I’ll always be here to clean up my disgusting little toy.”
Saeran chuckled dryly as he leaned in to place a sharp bite on your thigh. He sucked the meat of your leg hard and worried it between his teeth to give you a large hickey. Your leg flinched involuntarily, but Saeran just wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you firmly in place. “Oh, no Princess. You aren’t going anywhere.” He said, pulling you even closer to lick lightly at your clit.
You moaned at the contact and you could feel your consciousness brimming to the surface, but you were unable to break through. The waking world was pressing in on you from all sides, your eyelids so heavy you couldn’t bare to force them open. Your limbs were slow and numb, they felt as if they were filled with lead. But every touch from Saeran sent fire shooting through your veins, a fire you could not escape from, only endure.
Saeran’s fingers teased your entrance, barely pressing his fingertips inside you as he continued to flick his tongue across your clit. Your hips bucked suddenly, forcing his middle finger to sink into your waiting heat. He groaned, feeling the way your muscles tightened around him. His brain was flooded with images of you, split open on his cock, clenching so tightly he could not move unless he wanted to blow his load far too quickly.
Saeran was painfully hard in his dress pants and as much as he wanted to take his time, he was running out of patience. He moved his finger in and out of you slowly, not wasting much time before adding a second. The slight stretch forced a choked groan from your lips and Saeran responded by sucking your clit harshly. Your hips stuttered and he could feel your heartbeat thumping in your pussy as he crooked his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion.
Unable to wait for another second, Saeran forced his face away from your intoxicating sex, his fingers still knuckle deep inside you. “I know you’re close,” he said, leaning over you and brushing his lips against yours. “But I don’t want you to cum without me. After all, I’m the only one who should get to play with my toy.” He sounded out of breath, but that didn’t stop him from forcing a kiss to your slightly parted lips.
Saeran forced his tongue in your mouth, exploring every possible inch and leaving your own taste to sit heavy on your tongue. He worked frantically to pull his dripping cock out of his pants as he fucked you faster with his fingers. Once he freed his dick, he abruptly pulled his fingers out and swallowed the little whine you let out from the loss.
“I know,” Saeran moaned in response to you. “Don’t worry, I’ll fill up your greedy little pussy.” He said, lining up his cock to your dripping entrance. He thrust his hips sloppily, forcing his prick up through your folds to nudge at the underside of your clit rather than immediately pushing inside you. Saeran stayed like that for a moment, moving back and forth slightly to spread your wetness all over the head of his cock.
Your mouth dropped open, breathless moans barely escaping your throat. Your eyes were still firmly shut, but your reality was a shifting, undulating, living thing. If you were able to speak, you would have begged Saeran to just get it over with. Your body thrummed with restrained energy, and your consciousness floated somewhere between waking and dreaming, unwilling or unable to fully break into reality.
Finally, Saeran guided his throbbing cock into your waiting heat. He inched forward into you as slow as he could stand, still wanting to savor the moment. You felt hotter with the Elixir in your system and he knew it was because of the low fever you were running. It only made you all the more addicting to him. Your sleeping face, dewy with how much you had been sweating, he had never seen you more beautiful.
Saeran gasped once he was hilted entirely inside you. “Ah, Princess, you’re fucking perfect like this,” he grunted, grinding into you as deep as possible. “All loose and pliant for me. The perfect little toy for me to play with.” He punctuated his every word with a powerful thrust, forcing pathetic, almost wounded-sounding moans from you. The noises you made only made him harder and pushed him to an almost frenzied state.
“Damn, I’m not gonna last much longer,” Saeran mumbled as he licked the pad of his thumb and brought it down to rub tight circles around your clit. “But you’re going to cum with me, like a good toy, aren’t you? You wouldn’t dare disappoint your master now, right, Princess ?” He spat the words at you, but only increased the pressure on your abused bead of nerves.
You could feel your lungs seizing up as your orgasm approached. The pleasure felt sharp on your frayed nerves, almost like it was cutting you. In your mind's eye, you tripped head over heels on a knife edge, the sharp blade cutting into the soles of your feet. Saeran gripped your hips in a bruising hold, and the knife skinned you down to the bone. Everything hurt and you anticipated the final push over the edge nearly as much as you dreaded it.
Saeran folded himself over your trembling form and bit deeply on your collarbone as his orgasm exploded inside you. The bite had starbursts exploding behind your closed eyelids, causing your body to jackknife off the bed without your permission. Your pussy clenched around Saeran’s cock in a merciless grip as you milked him for all he was worth. Your own orgasm forcing you further into the blackness of unconsciousness, too tired to fight the uneasy sleep it forced you into.
Saeran panted on top of you, his arms shaking as he tried to keep himself from resting comfortably on you. He pushed himself up and carefully pulled out of you. His cum began to slowly trickle out of you and he methodically fixed your underwear to prevent it from moving any further. The thought of you waking up hours later only to find the sticky mess he left for you, made his spent cock twitch with interest.
“Don’t say I never give you anything,” Saeran said, a tired, ironic smile played on his lips as he pressed his fingers to your covered clit. “Maybe I’ll even give you another orgasm before you wake up. Wouldn’t that be a lovely treat for my useless toy?” His nearly manic laughter echoed around the room and you couldn’t do anything but accept his gifts.
man life really is just this person pissed me off now im gonna be passive aggressive about it which they’ll react by also being passive aggressive so then i’ll get more passive aggressive but then they get more pa-
the problem with longterm depression is you tell yourself to just get through this moment over and over and over again. and sometimes the clouds do part. they do. you have to look for the silver lining but it definitely IS there. the problem becomes when you do all that. you jump through the hoops. you look for the silver lining, even get good at finding it. but depression tells you it doesnt matter. that all the work you do and all the effort you put forth, doesnt matter because youll still be too tired to wake up in the morning. someone will still yell at you about things you cannot control. lawmakers will still pass laws that are inhumane.
the problem with longterm depression is it will never run out of ammo. you have to decide you dont care how much you get shot by it.
How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know
im honestly so tired. im so tired that people are so damn comfortable in their bigotry. like people will say the most abhorrent shit and will tell you to your face that they speak with love first. your love is broken as fuck and i have sympathy for you because someone had to help break that shit. but suffering does not give you license to cause more suffering. fucking educate yourself. google is free. question everything and accept that life will always be more complicated than the lies you were fed as a child.
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