╰┈➤ Summary: Sometimes having dolls can make you feel less lonely, but what happens when you start seeing things? Having Visions that no one else could see.
Wanting to decorate your home is like a calling. Different pieces of furniture, items to put around the rooms to make sure your hope can feel like a home even after work. Sitting on the windows like protectors of a safe place. Seeing 8 dolls being sold around the city, they were so beautiful. Each wanting to be reunited with someone, but they needed to be together.
Y/N found all of them, sitting perfectly on a window in the living room like a warm welcome. Watching Y/N"s every move, yet the warm feeling wasn't always welcoming. It felt like being prey in your own home with nowhere safe to go. It always felt like someone was walking around, always there in the corner yet vanishing with every lookback despite knowing someone was there,.
Now what can you do when 8 pair of eyes claim each, and every part of you? Making sure no one can ever take you away, no matter how hard they fight,
content warning: demon san x female reader, corruption, oral sex, fingering, sex, overstimulation, blood, knife play, assist, masochist, dacryphilia (if you look closely, bondage, dubcon (kinda), murder…kinda
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word count: 5656
It started randomly...slowly...with no rush or hint as to what it was.
You'd always tried your best to be pure. You went to church, you prayed every night, and you even took part in confession (even though the most you ever had to confess was gluttony when it came to eating too many sweets). Sex wasn't on your mind. Even kissing felt like a milestone for much later...
Until the dreams...
The first one, you didn't remember it at all, but you woke up with a heat in your belly and a stickiness between your legs. You rushed to the bathroom, thinking your period came early, but found clear residue instead.
You prayed harder the next night, promising to be sinless and holy.
That night, flashes of a man's torso hit your dream like lightning.
You woke up gasping for air and clinging your rosary to your chest. You'd never seen a man's torso before...apart from the one on the crucifixes. Having a disembodied one show up in your sleep was strange.
The third night, things got worse. It was no longer a torso, but a naked man in its purest form...
And it scared you even more that you woke up with a weird clawing between your legs...as if you wanted to be touched there...no, needed it. You shook your head and tried to fight it, but the desire distracted you from sleep. Eventually, without even realizing it, your hand was over your nightgown, pressed against your core, trying to shove away the need for relief. The friction made it worse, and you whimpered helplessly before hopping off the bed and falling to your knees, hoping to pray for the feeling to leave.
You clasped your hands and closed your eyes while kneeling against your bed. "Dear God..." you began, but you never found the words to complete it before your hopes were cut off.
"You look so pretty on your knees (Y/n)," a satin voice whispered right in your ear.
You kicked back, your heart pounding, your skin tingling where his breath met. A shiver went down your spine when you saw him...recognized him.
It was the same body you'd dreamt about...
He turned his head inquisitively, watching as you cowered against the corner of the room, raising your hands as if it would do anything to defend you against him.
"Who...who are you?" you shouted, your voice shaking.
He crouched down, his pupils as black as the night sky while he watched you struggle and tremble, "Wrong question, angel," he smirked in amusement. "You should be asking what I am."
Your eyes widened as you tried to recall the limited science fiction you'd been given access to. "Are you a v...vampire?" you panicked. If he were a vampire there was nothing you could do to stop him from hurting you.
"Why? Want a bite?" he teased, finding hilarity in your discomfort.
"I...I don't..." you stuttered, shaking your head fearfully.
"Aww, don't cry angel," the man cooed as he reached out to wipe away your cheek. The touch burned...left an ache for more which you tried to swallow down.
...He noticed.
"Did you like that angel?" he asked, brushing his knuckles across your cheek before moving your hair aside to caress your throat.
"Stop...it's..." you tried to argue, but your sleeve fell from your shoulder, and he touched there too.
"I thought you'd put up more of a fight," he murmured when the first lustful sighs spilled from your lips.
You squeezed your hands together, pushed your thighs tight while gritting your teeth. You didn't want to like it...you knew it was wrong.
"No need angel," the man hummed as he pushed your legs apart again. "I already know you're soaked for me. We demons have heightened senses...but smell," he inhaled deeply, and you watched his eyes roll back as he took you in. "Your smell is my favorite," he growled, his eyes dark and desperate.
You hadn't realized what he'd just confessed...not really. But it settled in your mind for a moment before a switch flicked and you found yourself pushing him away and standing, "Demon!" you repeated as you rushed toward the door.
You flung it open to escape but he slammed it shut just before you could. "Fear..." he sniffed the air again. "Fuck it smells good on you, angel."
You went to scream, but he snapped his finger and stole your voice. No matter how much you tried, no sound came out.
"I'll give it back," he bargained while backing you into the wall, "If you promise to be good." His knee settled between your legs, and you looked at him helplessly, unsure why it felt good to feel him there. Everything felt wrong and conflicted. You knew he was a demon...knew he was everything you'd been taught to hate, but...
He snapped, and you whispered so he wouldn't silence you again, "You're evil."
"My name is Sanziel."
"But...but that means..." you stuttered, jaw open in shock.
"Yes Angel, you're so smart," he praised while holding your cheek. "I was once with God...the same God who ignored your pleas to have the dreams taken away..."
"Sanziel..." you breathed his name, spoke it like a prayer.
"Call me San," he corrected, his dark eyes shining under the flickering flame on your bedside.
"It doesn't matter what you once were. You're a demon now, and I can't..."
"I'm a demon who's here to answer your prayers, Angel," he hummed as he leaned in, allowing his breath to linger graze your ear, his lips to brush your skin. "Not the prayers you speak to a God who isn't listening...but the ones here," he said while pressing his palm to your chest over your heart. "The ones you're scared to say out loud."
"No," you shook your head, fighting the urge to moan. "I want to be good."
"I know angel," San cooed. "But you need to be bad."
You rolled your head back, trying to pull away and unintentionally expanding his canvas. He kissed your neck, watched the skin redden.
"I can't let you ruin me," you fought through clenched teeth.
"Angel," San sighed. "You're already broken."
"That's...that's not true," you fought, a whimper falling from your lips when his tongue licked a bead of sweat.
"Then leave this room and beg Him to save you," he taunted, releasing you to sit on the bed.
You allowed your eyes to wander...to trail from his perfectly, pouty lips to his chiseled chest. San was hard...and you felt the dampness between your legs growing more and more uncomfortable at the sight of him.
He leaned back playfully...almost daring you to step forward. "You're not leaving," he pointed out, before bringing a hand to cup his ear. "And I don't hear any prayers...well, not the kind you say out loud."
You couldn't bring yourself to move... There was something about him that held you in place even when all instincts shouted at you to run.
"What kind of prayers do you hear?" you asked, curiosity winning the battle of needs.
San stood, his brow cocked in pleasant surprise, "You want to be touched."
You inhaled sharply, allowing him to expose the truths you were afraid to speak. He stepped closer when you did so, caging you against the same door you didn't use to run from him.
"You want to be used," San added, his tone dark and sinful. "You want to be taken apart by something those little prayers could never protect you from."
You flinched at how true it was...
He smiled...
"You're not afraid of me, angel," San realized as he leaned in, his body pressing flat against yours. "You're afraid of how much you want me."
He pressed down harder on your chest, this time enough to steal your breath away.
"That little heart of yours is so loud angel," he told you before pressing his ear against it, listening intently. "It's beating like you're scared," he muttered as his palm splayed across your stomach. "But you didn't run, did you?"
"I..."
San slammed his hand against the door, his eyes darkened and his teeth bared. You thought for a moment that he really might bite you, and you gasped in shock.
"Don't lie to me, angel."
It was like he knew what you were going to say before it was even said. San couldn't be lied to because he already knew what you wanted...even if you hadn't admitted it to yourself.
"You touched yourself to thoughts of me," he called out. "You're soaked through your panties and still crossing your legs," he groaned while pushing them apart again and reinserting his leg. "Do you think He's watching?" San asked. "Do you think He's disappointed in how easily you've given yourself over to me?"
"I haven't..."
San squeezed your cheeks together. "Don't fucking lie to me, angel. You're grinding against my fucking thigh right now."
You stopped the movement you hadn't even meant to start. Immediately, your body regretted it. You needed more...needed that friction...needed him to get off.
"I hear your prayers angel...the ones you won't speak," San admitted as he moved his hand to your waist, helping you to start riding his leg again. "I can give you what you really want...if you just give yourself to me."
"San..." you bit your lip and shook your head. Tears stung your eyes—tears of self-loathing and need. You couldn't turn your back on God...not for this...not for him.
San watched you pitifully. "You won't get anywhere with this angel."
You whined and moved your hips faster, more desperately. You were sure that if you could just finish you wouldn't need him anymore. This was a one-time thing.
"It's not a one-time thing, angel," he argued, outing your desires once again. "Once you start needing me, you'll always need me."
"I don't..."
San sighed loudly so that you wouldn't finish the sentence and glared at you. "What did I say about lying?"
It was scarier than having him hit the door to watch his eyes darken. You swallowed nervously and your lip quivered. San brought his lips to your cheek and stuck out his tongue to taste your tears.
"I sense shame," he moaned at the new flavor. "Which means I'm right..."
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to argue again as it would be a lie...and he would know it.
"You need me, angel. And that's making you feel guilty isn't it?"
"Mhm," you whined, letting your hands settle on his shoulder as you tried to get off, still hoping...still praying you wouldn't need to do what he wanted most.
"It's not working for you, is it?" he realized. "You need something in you."
"I can...I don't need you..." you murmured, raising your nightgown enough to slide your hand into your panties.
He was right...you needed something in you, but that didn't mean it had to be from him.
"Oh?" he laughed and pulled away, stealing his thigh and his warmth along with it. "See how far that gets you, angel."
You felt embarrassed...humiliated even. But he was a demon, and he had much more to be ashamed of than you did, so you fucked yourself and let him watch. You shoved two fingers into your cunt, pushing them back and forth clumsily. It was the first time you'd ever fingered yourself, and you weren't sure why it didn't feel right.
San sat on the bed, looking bored by your attempts to get off. He tapped the bedpost impatiently, waiting for you to come back to him when you ultimately failed. "Try rubbing your clit," he suggested with a yawn.
"My what?" you asked through a shaky breath.
"My God, angel, do you know nothing about your body?" he rolled his eyes before standing up. "Get on the bed," he ordered.
"I...I can't do..."
He snapped.
In the time it took you to blink, he transported you to the bed. You hadn't felt a thing, but there you were, lying back with your fingers still in your underwear and your heart racing from the guilt of it all.
"Your clit," San hummed as he crawled over you, tracing his lips from your calves to your thighs, trailing his fingers up your leg until he was dangerously close to touching you where you wanted him most. "Is right here," he said as he tapped it gently. Then again...and again.
"God," you rolled back, arching for him, writhing under the pleasure you'd never felt before. You yelled his name...his real name, and felt something lock you in place.
"God can't hear you, angel. You're mine now," he announced in a low, silky voice. "Like it or not, you just gave yourself to me."
"I didn't..." You went to speak, but San wrapped his lips around your clit and pushed your inexperienced hand out of the way. You whined again and tangled your hands instinctively into his hair.
"You said my name and now you're mine," he explained before sucking on his fingers. "And now I can answer your prayers."
San's fingers pushed into you, replacing yours and showing exactly how a woman should be touched. He spread them, he curled them, he pushed and pulled until you were falling apart...
And then he added his tongue.
He circled your clit and flicked it as if you were an instrument only he knew how to play. Your moans sounded out like church bells and you were just about to cum... just about to fall to your knees and beg for forgiveness when San pulled back to watch you cry.
"Were you close, angel?" he taunted with a devilish smirk. "Did you think I'd let you cum so easily?"
"You said you'd answer my prayers..." you breathed out, your voice raspy and dry, your eye wet from the denial.
"So you admit to praying for me? Praying to cum?"
"No...I...that's not what I meant," you argued as you sat up, trying to take back the control he had so easily stolen.
"You can't lie to me (y/n)," San sneered. "If you were worried that I knew your truths before, you should be terrified now. Now that you're mine it's so clear..."
"What do you mean?" you blushed as you pushed your dress back down.
"Before you moaned my name...before you prayed for me..." He winked. "...it was like looking through a dirty window. I could sense certain things, like the desire pooling in your cunt, but I couldn't be sure of your truth."
You crossed your legs, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "And now?"
"Now..." San began, his cock twitching at the thought of you, "Now...I know exactly what you want angel."
You didn't even know what you wanted, so the idea of San knowing made your heart race. What sort of secrets were locked away where only he could see them?
He decided to show you.
He snapped...
You weren't in your clothes anymore.
You weren't even in your room.
San had stolen you away and brought you to some weird corner of his mind where light didn't need to exist for you to be seen.
"Where are we?" you asked, your voice echoing off the blank cement walls.
It was cold here...freezing, and you tried to hold your legs to your chest to preserve some warmth.
...It was then that you realized you were bound.
Chains held your ankles to the bed. Leather held your wrists down.
"I want you cold down here," San explained the answer to the question you'd only just thought while watching you tremble under his touch and the chill in the air. "I want you shaking."
His finger followed up the lines of your body. You didn't need to see him to know where he was. In the dark, all of the feelings were heightened. It was almost as if...
"Finish that thought, angel. You've almost got it..." he encouraged in a soft voice, one that wrapped around your throat and stole your breath.
Your breaths quickened under his gaze. You could feel his eyes watching your every twitch. "You're lying," you whined as you arched into his touch. San pinched your nipple, twisting and rolling it between his fingers before moving on.
"I used leather for your wrists..." he trailed off, ignoring your accusation. "Because I want you still up here...I need it quiet." San tugged on the straps, seeming satisfied with his work. "I want to hear your desires before you even recognize them..."
He touched your breast again, watching as you gave in to his touch...to the pleasure he could offer.
"You can't see in the dark angel, not until you fully submit," he explained. "But I can see you," he growled, his breath warm against your chest, "And I can hear your moans and sense how fucking needy you are."
"San," you whined, unable to stop the plea before it fell.
"Not yet, angel," he teased, with a softer touch. "Because do you know what that pretty little brain told me you want more than being fucked?"
You shook your head, and let out a groan of complaint when he stopped touching you.
"To beg."
You wanted to argue, but the thumping of your heart in your ears was enough proof he was right. You loved being worked up. You liked being toyed with like some doll on a shelf.
"Mmm," San hummed as he explored your mind even more. "Such a pretty doll." You weren't sure, but you thought you felt a tingle where he was mapping out your needs...a little tickle somewhere in your mind.
"You think you're so pure," he sang, his voice soft as silk, "But there's a darkness in you, angel."
You couldn't speak. He didn't even need to snap your voice away... You were so ashamed by the things he was undoubtedly learning that it shrunk your voice down to nothing.
"Interesting," San murmured as he stumbled upon more secrets.
You were afraid to know what he'd found. Because of this talent of his, San was able to see you completely for what you were in ways you couldn't even allow yourself to believe. He wandered into the locked chests of your mind and came out with the map, a key, and a way to get the treasure.
"So the vampire thing was a turn on?" San teased, finally lying beside you to provide some warmth you'd been needing.
"I...I wasn't allowed to read books about that..." you told him, reciting the same half-truth you had told people for decades.
"But you did, didn't you?" San stroked his fingers across your torso, letting goosebumps paint across your skin. "You were naughty even when you were good." His hand moved higher, pressing against your throat. "I can be anything you want, angel," he promised, before leaning in and kissing where his fingers had brushed.
You gasped, expecting a bite only to be met with a soft sucking of your skin.
"You want it bad, angel," he breathed in deeply, noticing how turned on you'd gotten. "You always liked the darkness, didn't you?" he accused.
You whimpered, still incapable of being honest about how much you wanted this...needed this...needed him.
But then he snapped...and then he bit.
You screamed, but nobody could hear you here. San had grown fangs for you, and he used them to drain you of your life one drop at a time.
...It only made you wetter.
His fingers pushed into your cunt, giving you that same pleasure you'd felt earlier, just more heightened with higher stakes.
"You're turned on by death," he realized, as the nearer he brought you to the brink, the more you moaned and trembled. "I bet if I just..." he trailed off as he sucked the last drops of your blood.
With one final sigh, you came, clenching around his fingers and releasing all of the pressure once your heart stopped. The life drained from your eyes and your body went still.
San snapped again, and you inhaled as if you'd been drowning.
You caught a flash of his torso in your peripheral before it all went dark again.
San sat beside you, brushing your cheek gently as the life returned to your body.
"How am I...didn't you..." you stuttered, unable to form words, though surprised you could speak at all as you'd been dead just seconds ago.
"I can do whatever you want me to," he explained again. "I can let you die and bring you back a thousand times if you want. I can read your thoughts, and I can make you believe this is all real."
"Make me believe it's real?" you repeated through gasps.
San snapped again, and you realized you hadn't left your room at all. You were still on the bed. To your surprise, your hands weren't even chained. You moved one, raising it to examine your wrist, but there were no markings to suggest you'd ever been held captive. He'd undressed you at some point, but the rest of it was fake...imaginary...
He snapped again and brought you back to the dark.
Your wrists flew back, and you struggled against the binds. "If they're not real, why can't I move?" you gritted your teeth as the chains clattered near your ankles.
"You want to be here," San whispered. "You're fighting because your mind thinks you need to show that you tried to fight off the big, bad demon, but your heart..." He pressed his hand to your chest. "...and your body..." He moved his hand to your breast. "...it knows what you really crave."
You still fought, still grunted through every twist and pull of the leather straps. All the while, San ran his thumb across your nipple, sending shocks to your core.
"You came...so now I ask...do you feel like it was a 'one time thing'?" he questioned, echoing your words from earlier.
You paused your resistance, falling back to the bed with a disgraceful pinch of your eyes and defeated sighs. "No."
"I think that's the first honest thing you've told me, angel," he cooed. "So I think you should be rewarded."
San snapped again, and you felt something choking you. It wasn't enough to make you die again, but you had to fight for every breath.
"Fuck that's it," San groaned when you gagged, his cock twitching against your thigh. "You like fighting to live as much as you enjoy dying, don't you, angel?"
Tears stung your eyes when you realized it was true. It felt embarrassing to have your darkest secrets laid out for him.
"This isn't your first time doing this, is it?" San inquired, already knowing the answer. "You got curious once, didn't you? Put your parents' dog's collar on..."
"San..." you pleaded, tried to get him to stop exposing you. Of course, only you two existed there, and you both knew the story.
"Tied it up real tight, huh?"
"Stop," you cried, your body arching when he plunged his fingers back in. You hated how good he felt...hated this story that made your cheeks burn...
"Did you use the leash?" he asked, before tugging on a lead you hadn't known was there. You choked and came again, gasping for a breath through every pulse, crying from the relief and the humiliation.
"Don't worry angel this isn't your parents' dog collar," he soothed while continuing to finger fuck you through it. He was seeking another end for you...this one without a beginning. "You want to be owned...don't you?"
"Please," you cried, unsure if it was a desire to stop the degradation or a plea for him to keep going. Either way, you finished again, soaking his fingers in what little was left.
"You've got a collar on with my name on it around your neck, angel. Doesn't it feel good to be owned?"
"San!" you screamed out as his fingers curled inside you. His thumb pressed so expertly on your clit, and you became afraid that if he kept going you'd burst.
"You're not afraid of squirting, angel. Don't lie to me," he threatened. "You're afraid you'll never want it to stop," he snarled before snatching the leash even rougher so that your head threw back, and your neck snapped just as a wave of euphoria washed over you.
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Your vision flickered like candlelight, and you saw San in all his glory for a mere second before the lights went off again.
The sheets were damp...
Your body and brain were exhaustingly weak.
You were still cold and went to cover yourself, surprised to find the bindings gone, and although the collar was still there, the leash had disappeared.
You used your freedom to roll away from the wet sheets and right into San. He had his arms open for you as if he expected you'd need him.
"Wet," you complained, using all your energy to muster the single word.
San snapped and the sheets became dry. Still, you stayed in his embrace, curled into his chest.
"How did that feel, angel?" he asked, his hand cradling your head close to where his heart should be. There was no beating in his chest, just the echo of his words.
"You already know how it felt..." you yawned. "You can read my mind."
San pressed his lips to your forehead, smiling at your answer.
"Mmm...and if it felt so good, why aren't you satisfied?" he asked, his voice more nurturing than you'd expected.
"We still didn't..." you trailed off, blushing at the idea of needing him like that let alone asking for it.
"Fuck angel," San cursed, before shaking his head at whatever image had just flashed through your mind. "This isn't enough for you?" he asked before removing the collar in his hand and snapping it away.
You looked up where you knew he'd be, and suddenly, without warning, kissed his chest where his heart should have been. San inhaled sharply, not having expected the softness as he'd only been looking for the dark things in your mind.
"I want you to own me." You kissed him again.
San trembled.
"I want you to ruin me. I want you to break me and put me back together." You kissed his neck this time, closing your eyes to really absorb the flavor and realizing what San meant about the taste of fear and shame...
San tasted like sin...and it was fucking delicious.
You opened your eyes, blinking a few times now that you could see the light.
"You submitted," he informed you, his eyes wandering wherever they pleased, his hands holding you closer.
You accepted it, deciding it wasn't worth fighting anymore. "Am I in hell?"
San nodded, caressing your cheek gently to allow you the space to absorb the news.
"Am I a demon?"
"Not quite..." He chuckled as if the damnation of your soul was a joke.
"San," you breathed, and wrapped your arms around his neck, seeing him as a safe haven in the place you'd been taught to fear. "If I'm in hell..."
"You are," he repeated softly yet firmly.
"Make it worth it."
San smiled, his teeth baring to reveal the same fangs you'd grown to love. "First, let me mark you, angel. Demons are notoriously possessive."
You watched with eager eyes as he brought a finger up. He snapped and it glowed a bright orange as if on fire.
"I'm going to mark you," he growled in a deep voice, "And it's going to hurt."
You felt an excitement in your chest and nibbled his ear before whispering, "Good."
San pressed his hand to your ass, the finger burning and tearing at the skin.
You cried out and clawed at his shoulders, your body seeking the very thing that was harming you. He didn't pull away.
You twisted and contorted your body to watch him draw his initial in your skin. It was raw and pink, but beautiful.
San had just begun the last curve when he kissed your throat. His tongue darted out to meet your skin, and you wrapped your fingers through his hair and unashamedly rode his leg through the pain.
You came again, and squeezed his head close through the shudders. When he stopped, your teary eyes turned to look at the letter, almost wishing he'd added his whole name so you could experience it more.
"You're filthy, angel," San groaned as he bit your shoulder where you held him.
"You own me," you said aloud for the first time, gasping at the feeling of his teeth pricking your skin.
"I marked you... There's a difference," he corrected.
You pouted and asked, "Why didn't you claim me?"
"I wanted to see how bad you wanted it, angel," he snarked and kissed your cheek. "And look at you...fucking desperate."
"Do it," you told him. You were too far gone now to turn back. You'd chosen San...
He snapped.
In both your hand and his there was now a knife. "Prick your finger," he instructed.
You listened, and watched as San did the same. "This is eternally binding," he warned before speaking in Latin. His words echoed in the room, and they made you dizzy and sick.
"Suck it," he ordered while holding out his finger. You obeyed just as he took your finger. Demon blood tasted sweet... almost syrupy.
You wanted to linger on it and take more, but something inside you grew hot...uncomfortably so. Your mouth opened to scream, and he covered it, shushing you with soft words.
"It's almost over," he cooed as if he'd done this a million times before, as if your insides weren't literally on fire. "You're doing so good for me, angel."
At some point, you passed out.
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When you woke up, everything felt different.
Air went in smoother, colors were more vibrant. You could hear things that used to not make sounds. And then you smelt it...smelt him...
You nearly came at the sweetness lingering in your nostrils.
"Fuck angel," San moaned. "You just woke up and you're already wet for me?"
You smiled and cuddled into him, running your hand across his shoulders and chest. "Me? You've been hard for hours San...why don't you just let me..." You trailed your fingers down, but he pushed them away.
"Don't..."
"But I own you," you smiled playfully and tried again. "I own you, and you own me."
"Angel..." he pushed you away.
"San..."
"I haven't cum in centuries."
Your heart stopped...
No... wait... it didn't...
You pressed your hand to your chest, your unnecessary breaths flying in and out of your lips when you realized your heart wasn't there.
"Am I..."
"Yes."
"And we're..."
"Yes."
"Forever? I'm going to be a demon in hell forever?" You started to worry. "What about my family? What about my friends? Oh god...oh fuck! What about God?"
San breathed in, relishing in the fear coating your scent. "You don't need it. I'm here. I'm yours, and you're mine."
"San...I...I didn't mean to allow this. I'm..I'm a good girl..."
"No," he caressed your cheek. "You're not. You're bad."
"San..." You hyperventilated, tears falling fast.
"But I'll make it worth it," he promised before slamming in.
"Oh god!" Your head fell back as he thrust in again.
After experiencing his fingers, you didn't know what to expect, but San's cock was huge...at least a fist full in width. You cried and squeezed his shoulders, feeling yourself grow close to cumming already.
"That's it, angel," he encouraged. "Let go for me."
"I'm dead," you told him while biting his shoulder to fight through sobs.
"You thought you died earlier and it turned you on," San recalled. "Now you're really dead," he explained. "You're in hell."
"Fuck," you whimpered, your body nearing its release.
"You're a fucking demon," he grunted as he pounded harsher.
"Sanziel," you whined, his name slipping off your tongue like a prayer.
"You're fucking marked," he growled as his hips bruised you. "Fucking claimed."
"Harder," you begged, the knot unraveling already.
"I know what you need, angel," he bit as he grabbed the knife. He raised it and pressed his lips to yours before plummeting it into your chest.
There was nothing there for him to hurt...but the pain was real. You gasped and clutched at his neck, struggling for air you no longer needed.
"Beautiful," he murmured as he kissed you again, watching you unravel. Your cunt tightened around him, drawing his end.
San came in hot hisses with quaking hips. He pulled the knife and kissed you again, kissed you through it until the light faded to black.
You bit his lip as he filled you, sucking on the sweet demon blood that coated his tongue. He bit you back, and you muttered, "Damn it," from the sharpness of it.
↪ Summary: Your friends trick you into doing a Halloween ritual that’s supposed to summon a demon. You never believed in demons but do it anyway just to please them. Needless to say you didn’t expect it to work, nor did you expect yourself to end up trapped in the underworld by a demon wishing to claim you as his.
↪ Pairings: Demon prince San x Female presenting reader
↪ Warnings/Contents: Smut (MDNI), Hard dom/possessive San, Power dynamics (Use of "sir" and "brat"), corruption, unprotected sex marking/biting, multiple orgasms, and body worship, aftercare and San being super soft at the end.
↪ Side Notes: PLEASE READ: This is a collab fic with @kpopidolsangel and is also a submission for the @atinyhalloweenproject this one is for the lovely @kpop-stories-21
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There is a common legend that makes its way through your town every October. The legend goes that if you go into the woods at midnight, light a jack-o'-lantern, and recite an ancient poem, that you can summon a deity known as The Demon of the Hallows. The legend then states that anyone who summons him with a kind spirit will be blessed with a special gift, but those without a kind spirit would never be heard from again. You wouldn’t call yourself a skeptic or anything but you were never one to humor the legend. It was something you brushed off as a dumb story high school kids used to scare their friends or younger siblings. Needless to say, never in a million years did you expect to find yourself standing in the middle of the woods with a poorly carved jack-o'-lantern and a lighter. Your friends were hiding behind the trees a few feet away from you, not wanting to take any chances in case this ritual did end up working.
This had all started during a Halloween party you were attending with your friends. Yunho had been the one to bring up the legend to which Mingi and Wooyoung had insisted that you try it, just to see what would happen. They agreed you had to be the one to do it since you were the most “normal” out of the friend group and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the party and into the woods, Wooyoung stealing one of the carved pumpkins from the porch so you could complete the ritual.
It was completely dark out, with the moon being the only source of light, barely allowing you to make out the shadows of your friends from where you stood. Your rather thin vampire costume doing very little to shield you from the cold fall breeze, and you didn’t bring a jacket as you hadn’t planned on going outside. Your dress fluttered in the wind and tickled at your legs as you shivered and rubbed at your arm to try and stay warm.
“This is ridiculous!” you called back, “can’t we just go home, it’s freezing out here!”
“What’s the matter?” you heard Wooyoung call back to you, “are you scared it will work?”
“I’m not scared of a demon, I'm scared of freezing to death!” you argued back which caused the boys to laugh.
“You’re so dramatic!” Yunho teased.
“We only have two minutes until midnight, just do it!” Mingi added. You really wanted to just leave them there and run back to the house, but you knew you would never hear the end of it if you did.
“You guys are so dead once this is over,” you groaned, setting the pumpkin down on the ground and waiting for the cue to start. Once Wooyoung gave you the go ahead you quickly lit the candle inside the pumpkin and recited the poem as best as you could remember it. The light from the candle flickered in the wind as you waited a moment to see if anything would happen. As expected, nothing did and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I told you guys it wouldn’t work, can we go now?” you called out, only to be met with silence. “Guys?” you tried looking around but you could no longer see the shadows of your friends. You knew they couldn’t have left that quickly without you hearing or seeing them, so your first instinct was that they were hiding from you just to scare you. “Really funny, come on guys I want to go back,” you said, walking over to the tree only to realize there was no one there. The woods fell eerily silent as you began to panic, calling out for your friends and looking around only to find that no one was there, you were completely alone.
“Why so scared little one?” you quickly turned around to see a figure standing in front of the jack-o'-lantern where you had just been. He stood just a bit taller than you, with wide shoulders and a slim but toned waist. His hair was long, mostly black but you could see white peeking out at the bottom, the strands perfectly slicked back behind two black ram-like horns. He was wearing a black suit with red trim and gold embellishments that matched the gold headpiece he was wearing. Tucked behind him you could just make out the outline of batlike wings, resting against his shoulders. His eyes were sharp as he looked at you, and when you moved closer you could see the red color and cat-like pupil, the charcoal style makeup he was wearing only served to help accentuate his features. If you weren’t intimidated by his presence, you would have found him to be insanely beautiful.
“I-who are you?” you stuttered out as you walked over to him, causing him to chuckle.
“You are the one who called me here and yet you don’t know who I am?” he questioned, clearly amused by the situation. You, on the other hand, were terrified as you struggled to form a proper sentence.
“Wait so you are The Demon of the Hallows? I didn’t think you were real!” you confessed.
“That’s the name people gave me over the years, but I find that title much too formal,” he mused, “call me San.” You blinked at him in confusion as he moved closer until he was only a foot or so in front of you, smirking to himself as he took a moment to look over you. “You really didn’t believe in me did you? Poor thing, I can sense your confusion from miles away,” he cooed with another laugh, “let me guess you were tricked into doing this weren’t you? Your friends dragged you out here then ran away at the first sign of danger?” Your eyes widened at his observation, staring down at the ground while you played with the hem of your dress.
“How did you know that?”
“My Sweet Y/N I’ve ruled over these parts for centuries, I know everything. Also you wouldn’t be the first pure soul to find yourself in this predicament,” he explained, reaching a hand out to brush your hair out of your face. You flinched slightly from the sudden contact, but you couldn't deny there was a strange warmth behind his touch, a welcome sensation that nearly had you leaning against his hand as he pulled away. “I must say,” he confessed, “of everyone who has called upon me, you are definitely the most beautiful, and the most innocent. You are exactly what I have been looking for.” With a pleased smile, he stood up straight and offered you his hand, which you took after a moment of hesitation, “Come with me, it’s time I show you your new home.”
“New home?” you questioned, “what do you mean new home? And what do you mean I’m what you’ve been looking for?”
“I have waited years for the right soul to turn up, to complete me and help tie me to the mortal world and I have finally found it,” San explained as he tugged you along, “you my darling, are going to be my bride.”
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You don’t remember much of what happened after San pulled you away, almost as if you had blacked out. When you woke up, you found yourself tucked into a large bed, having been changed out of your costume and into a red silk nightgown. Your hair was also down and brushed out and your makeup had been removed. You sat up slowly, hugging the black comforter against your body and taking a moment to look around the room. It was a large master bedroom, mainly decorated with black, red, and gold. The bed was on a carved wooden frame with a swirling pattern carved into it at the base. There were also black curtains surrounding the frame that were currently tied up to allow you to see the rest of the room. There were no windows, all the light coming from the chandelier that hung over the middle of the room, casting a warm glow into the otherwise black room. The rest of the furniture that you could see was the same carved wood as the bed frame, and the room was decorated with various paintings and trinkets.
“I was wondering when you would wake up,” turning your head, you gasped as you saw San standing against the door, “I know the transition to here isn’t the smoothest, but I was starting to worry I may have lost you.”
“Where am I?” you questioned, curling up as much as you could. San looked no different than when you first saw him, and yet his gaze made you feel tiny.
“You’re home,” he explained as he made his way to the foot of the bed, “and this is your new bedroom. Do you like it? I can always redecorate for you if you want me to.” The warmth in his voice didn’t match his gaze which sent shivers down your body. You weren’t sure whether you wanted to fear him or find comfort in him.
“I don’t understand,” you whispered, causing him to smile.
“I know you’re still confused, don’t worry it will all make sense soon enough,” he promised, “for now I want to take this time to really get to know you before I claim you as mine.” You were frozen in place as you watched him remove his suit jacket, his wings practically vanishing to avoid getting in the way. He tossed the garment carelessly to the side, rolling up his sleeves and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt before climbing onto the bed and making his way over to you. You gasped as the comforter was removed and you were pinned to the bed, San crawling on top of you and resting his weight on your hips to keep you from moving. Your arms were pulled above your head, San pinning them above you before snapping his fingers and leaning back. You felt a cold metal appear around your wrists and glanced up to see black chains connecting you to the bedpost, the metal jingling lightly as you tugged at the new restraint.
“Can’t have you running away now can we?” San teased, “I really did want to take my time with you at first but you have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment. I don’t plan on waiting any longer.” With that he leaned down and connected your lips in a rough but passionate kiss, biting at your lip as his hands eagerly explored your body. You were frozen in place at first, taken aback by the rough movements. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but most of your previous sexual experiences had been rather vanilla so this was a brand new experience for you. Eventually you were able to melt into him, slowly starting to kiss back and react which earned you a pleased hum from San. His hands trailed back up to the neckline of your nightgown and he quickly ripped the fabric from your body as his tongue slipped its way into your mouth. You gasped at the sudden chill that ran down your body, only to moan as you felt his hands return to your chest.
“Look at you,” he groaned as he pulled away from the kiss, “such a pretty innocent thing in such a sinful position, I love it.” His fingers pinched at your nipples which had you arching your back and moaning softly.
“San please,” you whined out, tugging weakly on your restraints. San gave you a questioning look and clicked his tongue, pinching your nipple harder to make you squirm.
“What did you just call me?” he asked, before you could answer he reached up and grabbed your chin to make sure you were looking at him. “As much as I love to hear you beg for me, you are only allowed to address me as Sir, understood?” You nodded as best as you could with his grip on you which only made him huff, “Use your words brat.”
“Yes Sir,” you muttered out, making him smirk.
“Good, now lay still and behave while I claim what’s mine!” He let go of your face and repositioned himself, gripping your thighs tightly and spreading them so he could fit between them. You knew you were going to have bruises later, but that didn’t matter right now as San began trailing kisses up your leg. He trailed kisses up the inside of your thigh before biting down, relishing in the way you gasped and squirmed against his touch. He sucked on the spot until he was sure a mark was formed before running his tongue across it and moving to the other thigh to give it the same treatment. He continued the action multiple times until your thighs were visibly covered in bite marks, each time relishing in the noise you made at the combination of pain and pleasure. You tried closing your legs but his grip tightened every time you moved to keep them open, forcing you to lay still until he was satisfied with his work.
“You look so much prettier covered in my marks, maybe next time I’ll try spelling my name” he hummed, placing one last kiss on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to your core but not quite where you needed him. The teasing made you whine which in turn caused him to chuckle. “Since you were so good for me, I’ll give you a little reward, tell Sir what you want,” he cooed, tracing his fingers across your hip.
“I want you to touch me,” you begged without hesitation, “please Sir I’ll continue to be good just please touch me!”
“I know you will,” San muttered, reaching a hand down and running a finger teasingly between your folds, “already so wet and I’ve barely even touched you. I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle much more.” You were about to argue that you could when he slid a finger into you, wasting no time before moving at a moderate pace. Within seconds he had found that special spot inside of you, making you cry out as he rubbed against it every time he inserted his finger. “So sensitive and so tight,” San mused, inserting another finger, “I am going to absolutely ruin you.” Your moans grew louder as his pace quickened, making a scissoring motion with his fingers and adding a third to thoroughly stretch you out. You started bucking your hips and grinding against his hand as you felt your orgasm approaching, desperate for release. San noticed this, chuckling to himself as he pressed his free hand on your lower stomach to keep you from moving. The action also made you feel the pressure of his fingers more and pushed you over the edge before you could find the words to warn him.
Sans pace never faltered as you rode out your orgasm, pushing you into overstimulation before quickly removing himself from you entirely. You whined at the sudden loss of contact, bucking your hips into the air as you tried to catch your breath and come down from your high.
“I’m disappointed I thought you said you would behave,” San said flatly as he wiped his fingers off on his shirt. You watched as he crawled away from you and off of the bed and for a moment you were worried that he was going to leave you like that. Broken apologies fell from your mouth combined with pleas for him not to stop as you tugged painfully at the chains holding you down. San relished in your begging before quickly silencing you with a wave of his hand, “Because this is our first time I will be nice just this once, but I don’t want to hear any complaints if I continue, got it?”
“Yes Sir I promise,” you reply almost immediately. You hear San mutter something under his breath briefly before you suddenly feel the chains around your wrists disappear.
“Can’t have you hurting yourself,” he explained, undoing his pants and kicking them off before climbing back on top of you, “besides, you’ll probably want to hold on for this.” You do as he suggested and wrap your arms around his neck as you feel his tip at your entrance. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, placing one hand by your head to hold himself up as the other helped guide his length into you. It was hard not to let your eyes roll back as you felt him stretch you, feeling fuller than you ever did with your past partners. San groaned softly as he bottomed out, letting his eyes flutter shut for a moment as he felt your walls squeeze around him. It took everything in his power not to just pin you down and rail you right then, but he didn’t want to hurt you.
The second he felt you relax he started moving, gradually speeding up until he was thrusting into you at an inhuman speed. The arm that wasn’t supporting his weight moving to grab your hip and pull you against him with each thrust. By this point you had given up on keeping eye contact, wrapping your arms and legs around him as tightly as possible and burying your head in his shoulder to hide your sounds. San didn’t seem to care though, occupying himself with marking your neck as he continued his movements. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, so it didn’t take long for the second one to wash over you, making you scream against his shoulder as he continued. San slowed down his pace enough to help you ride it out before picking up again to chase his own release.
“Sir please!” you whined, grabbing desperately at his shirt while your other hand moved to grab at his horn. San groaned loudly at the action, hips faltering for a moment.
“You can handle one more,” he grunted, “just hold on for me.” It didn’t take long for him to reach his orgasm, groaning loudly and pulling you against him as he released inside of you. The feeling pushed you into your third orgasm as you went limp in his hold, almost feeling like you were going to pass out.
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As if a switch had flipped inside of San, you felt him gently pull out of you and help you lay back before carefully rolling off of you. Before you could whine about the loss of contact he had rolled onto his back and pulled you into his chest, pulling the covers over both of you to keep you warm. He would clean you up and help you get dressed once he knew you had fallen asleep. For right now though he knew you were probably sensitive and he wanted to give you time to come down from your headspace before he risked moving you and making you uncomfortable. One hand began gently playing with your hair while the other traced down your body, occasionally stopping to massage a particularly sore spot. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, feeling his warmth and scent which almost reminded you of fall. You had almost fallen asleep when you heard him speak again.
“I didn’t mean to actually go that rough,” he confessed, “I never want to hurt you. There’s just something about you though that awakens something in me. I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you, I needed to have you and I can’t let you go.” You couldn’t really process what he was saying, let alone a response, so instead you hummed contently against his chest. San couldn’t help but smile down at you, hugging you a bit tighter to him. “I know you probably can’t understand me and I know you may not like me very much tomorrow but I hope you will enjoy it here. I mean it when you say you are mine. The person I will marry and bond myself to, and the one I will spend eternity protecting.” By this point he was just rambling as you had fallen asleep, but he continued with all of his promises as if you would be able to hear and understand him.
San had waited centuries for the right soul to find him the one that would finally complete him without being destroyed or corrupted, something that could truly tie him to the mortal realm. Spending every October being dragged around by people who were hoping for an eternal favor. He always gave them what they wanted, but normally they weren’t able to handle the consequences. It had become a chore for him at this point, at least until he was called to you. He could feel the connection in you immediately, calling for him. He would give you the ultimate gift, eternal life and youth, and all you had to give him in return was your love and loyalty.
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Warnings: BDSM, unprotected sex (cover your little willies or imma fry them), name-calling, hair pulling, choking, manhandling, nasty, nudity (not that it was needed in the tags), oral (fem rec), sex toys, pussy sniffing, spanking, ice-play, nipple clamps. (Lemme know if there is something more). I hope minors are away from this nasty drabble.
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Note: for @nanibecute because it was the best idea ever. 💓 hope it justices part 1.
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The bright rays of the sun flashed in your sleeping eyes stirring you up from the sweet sweet sleep. You groaned and tossed around before stretching aggressively. Blinking, you opened your eyes and looked around with your still blurry vision.
You felt some soreness in between your legs, reminding you of the events from the previous night. A silly smile kissed your face but it soon vanished.
"Oh, you think that God would make The Lord of Demons?" His honey-like voice said.
You messily got out of bed with a heavy heart. The regret was seeping in. His drunken daze felt like hypnotized you last night. He didn't though, it's just how you could put it in theory.
You picked up your clothes that were now on the single sofa next to the bed. They smelled clean and fresh. 'He must have washed them,' you thought. Putting them on, you quickly opened the door and silently paddled downstairs.
Keeping the noise to a minimum, you reached the main door. The plan was to leave the house as fast as you could. Even though you had no idea where you were or even if you were on Earth, it won't hurt to try… right?
You were about to open the door—
"Leaving already?" The Demon's soft voice sent shivers down your spine.
You brought your hand back from the doorknob and turned around slowly to face him. And oh was he standing! He was wearing an apron on his naked torso. His hair was slightly messy, bangs falling on his smooth forehead. His feline smile was so killing.
"At least have breakfast with me, hm? I made waffles with fruits on the side," he gestured for you to follow behind. When he turned around, you choked on the air and coughed. His perfect ass was out for you to admire and you could see his gigantic cock and balls hanging. His ass looked so smooth and soft that you felt like biting them.
"You can bite them later," he chuckled after hearing your embarrassed gasp. "Don't worry, I love the attention from the beauty herself."
The kitchen was magnificent. It gave a very antique look and yet modern. You weren't the one for cooking but if you could cook here, you would do it every day.
"You can cook here if you want. No one is stopping you," oh his ability to listen to your thoughts.
"I-I want to go home," you said.
"Sure, princess. But let's have some breakfast. And I know you have questions and you can ask them too!" He smiled, oh that killing smile with cute dimples. His demeanor was totally different from last night.
You hesitantly sat on the counter stool and awkwardly waited for the food. "So… demon, huh?" You swear you just couldn't look away from his perfect ass while he was cooking on the stove, back facing you.
"The Lord of Demons, my love. I rule over them," he said.
"...now what's gonna happen to me," you sounded like you have accepted fate.
San turned off the stove and filled the plates and brought them to the table. He offered you some butter and a few varieties of syrups. The freshly chopped fruits were sitting in the middle with two forks in them.
"I'm gonna make you happy and take good care of you if you let me," he chopped a piece of waffle and plopped it into his mouth.
You harshly placed your fork and knife on the table, "why would a de—"
"Demon do that? They are bad. They ruin people," he completed your sentence. "It's what you were gonna say my love? Wasn't it?" He gently rested his cutlery and looked at you, "you see, there is a bad side and a good side. Similarly, that's how people see us; angels are good and demons are bad. But in reality, the real demon lives inside the human. They become their own demons and blame us who are just trying to maintain the balance between good and bad… You know, angels are made out of pure souls. When a saint-like person dies, they become an angel. But do you know how demons are made?"
"No."
"They are made out of angels. When an angel gets filled with rage and humiliation, they become a demon. When an angel faces the real world and how cruel it is, that's when a demon is born, to hurt the people who hurt innocent people. To hurt a person who tried or did get their hands on that innocent little girl who was playing in the park or the grown woman who was returning home while thinking about what she was going to do later but ends up with some inhumane person, unwillingly. That's when a demon takes birth, to give justice to anybody who is helpless. It might take time to act upon it or might slowly make their life hell, but we do make them suffer. Angels can't do that so we get our hands dirty," you have never thought about it. And now when you do, it feels honorable to be even sitting in front of him.
"Y/n I am a demon, I do sins. The lust, the greed, the jealousy, all of those but to a limit. I wouldn't do a thing that you don't agree with. But if you regret being with me last night, you are most welcome to leave and I will never even look in your way. But if you stay, I won't ever leave you," he looked straight into your eyes.
You realized that your life has been a huge lie. Nobody taught the reality of demons and only said that you needed to be afraid of them. They were just another form of an angel but fierce and punished the wrongdoers.
"I- I think I don't have anything to do now. The time for university has probably passed… Maybe I can look around?" You tried to act innocent.
San's face turned from serious to fun in a snap of the finger. "Yeah? So you wanna stay? You want me to love you? Hm? Show you your true worth. Lemme tell you one thing, those little boys were too egoistic to see the true you. I don't know if you will be happy with me or not because it is up to you but I do know that you will know that you are worth more than what you think."
"How are you gonna show me?" You bit your lip, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to appear knowing that you were playing with fire.
San smirked and his eyes shined golden. The lust. It showed the lust that rushed through his body. He got up from his seat and stood behind you. He whispered in your ear, "back to the room, my love?" And licked your whole ear.
Without any other thought, you stood up and laced your fingers with his, and went towards the room you left in the morning. He clicked open the door and ushered you inside.
"So, what do we want today?" He asked while removing his apron. And, oh, that big cock on display was already getting hard.
"I did enjoy spanks," you bit your lip.
"Such a pain slut we have here. You have been different for the best… I live for it," he moved closer and held your waist. His hands moved under your shirt and were caressing your warm skin. "Is your butt okay?"
"Sore but ready for more," you whispered.
"Wanna try something new, my love?" He smirked.
"What?" He just nodded and pointed in one direction, to the bed.
"Be a good girl and strip for me," he whispered and sexily stepped in the direction of his sex equipment closet.
You obediently listened and stripped out of your clothes and sat in the middle of the bed. The cold silk purple sheets were soft against your body.
He came out with a few things in his hands. You watched him as he organized everything on the side table next to the big bed. "My love, would you mind if I blindfold you?" He asked as he picked a black silk cloth. You shook your head. "Words, my love."
"No."
San smiled and covered your eyes with it. He then pushed you back so that your back was flat on the bed and your head was on the black silk-covered pillow. "So perfect for me."
You flinched when a feathery thing touched your shoulder. It slowly caressed your neck and moved down. He brought the black feather tickler down to your sternum and encircled your right boob and then your left, teasing you just enough to make you feel greedy for his touch.
Your nipples perked up, asking for attention. It felt so good. "Please," you whined.
"Why do you want my love?" He teased you.
"Please, touch me more!"
San caressed your nipples with the tickler and moved to your stomach. It felt way too sensitive there. You moaned when it touched your belly button. But then he stopped and you cried out of neediness.
"Why did you stop!?" You asked.
"Shuuu," he shushed you.
You heard something clunking and then felt San's hands on your right wrist. He pulled it above your head to the side and cuffed it. He did the same with your other wrist. Just when you thought that he was done cuffing you, you felt his hand around your ankle as he lifted your leg and cuffed it there, and so was your other leg. You were totally exposed in front of him. Your pussy was pulsing and leaking too much, clenching around nothing.
"Only if you could see how beautiful you look like this," he spoke as he clicked open a bottle of arousal gel and poured it onto his fingers.
You flinched at the strange cold sensation on your nipples, and your breath hitched when he massages that substance on your clit. It started to tingle pleasantly, adding more fun to the already funky feeling.
"Feels good," you remarked breathily.
"Yeah? Wanna feel better?" He asked.
"Mhm," you moaned. "Fuck!" You screamed when you felt a cold and wet hard thing on your clit. Ice. "Fuck, it's so cold."
"Babe, say red if you wanna stop and green if you want to continue."
"Green!" You whined.
The ice was back on your tingly clit. He moved it around your pussy, making it even wetter. The cold against your hot pussy felt breathtakingly pleasurable. And then he shoved it in your leaking hole.
"Saaannn," your voice trembled. "Please, stop teasing me!"
"My love, let me take my sweet time with you. Let me make you feel good," he shoved another ice cube in your pussy. "Your pussy looks so delicious with ice leaking out of her. Just oh, look at her."
You moaned out loud when you felt him lick your hole. He kissed around and sucked your clit harshly. Before he could lose his mind, he removed himself and picked a pair of adjustable nipple clamps.
Your nipples were already sensitive when he adjusted just right enough to make your mind go blank. You were desperate to see what was going on. Your hands were fighting against the cuffs. "Oh, God!" You moaned. "Ah!" You cried when he harshly smacked your ass.
"Baby, I'm still not on the same team as God," he smacked again.
Your pussy was aching for attention so tried to rub it against his hand that was on your ass. You whined when he removed his hand completely.
"You are just asking for punishment, aren't you? Brainless slut. Just want to rub that little pussy of yours all over me, hm," you don't know how it was possible but you felt yourself leaking even more. "Oh, look at you dirty, dirty girl. Just want to get humiliated. Right?"
"Yes! Only you," your words came out broken.
"Yeah, that's right, baby. Only for me," he took your lips in his. His warm tongue licked every inch of your mouth, spit running down the chin and teeth biting each other's lips. He tasted like strawberries. His hot hands ran all over your body.
San pulled away from the kiss and came down to your hot pussy. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy. His pointer finger poked your angry and throbbing clit and flicked it left and right. His mouth salivated when your sweet scent reached his nose. He did the next thing that came into his mind: burying his nose in your wet pussy. You moaned with a giggle and tried to shut your thighs around his face. He giggled and sniffed it deeply.
"So in love with your scent, my love," he kissed your pussy lips and shoved his long tongue into your hole. You whined and clenched around his tongue. His hands grabbed your thighs to keep them in place. Je lapped onto you like the hungry demon that he was.
San was on cloud nine. His cock was painfully hard. Usually, he never felt this way. But with you, all he wanted to do was shove his twelve inches straight into you and make you moan like a broken cassette.
"San, uuh haaa," you were a mess only from his tongue. It went nice and deep; nose rubbing against your clit. Legs were trembling and your hips were in the air. Your head fell behind and your hands pulled on the cuffs as if your life depended on them.
"Yeah, baby. That's right, say my name, louder," he sucked harshly on your clit and spat on your hole. Your cunt sucked it all in while clenched. That was enough of a tease for San himself, thinking about this is how your cunt will suck his cock in, and he got even harder.
Hastily, he unlocked the cuffs from your wrists and ankles. Ripping away the blindfold, he attacked your neck. Sucking deep blue and purple hickeys everywhere on your neck and chest.
Your eyes adjusted to the light and immediately fell on San who was sucking your tit while looking up at you through his lashes. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your pussy and entered his head. Just like yesterday, you already felt full. He slowly pushed himself into you as your mouth opened in a silent scream. He felt bigger than yesterday.
"Y-you got bigger?" You asked.
San rested his forehead against yours, "my size changes depending upon how aroused I am. But fuck baby, I thought my limit was twelve from the usual ten but this looks like a solid fourteen inches. You make me so, fuck! Hard," he moaned as your cunt clenched around his length.
"Fuck me, please!" You fisted his hair with one hand and the other dug into his back.
San slowly started moving, "fuck baby, you take my cock so well."
"Faster!"
He sat on his knees and hosted your legs over his shoulder and started slamming into you at an animalistic speed. His heavy balls were hitting your ass, leaving a red don't on them. He rubbed your clit in a circular motion that sent shivers down your spine and your back arched up high, only leaving your head on the bed.
He swiftly picked you from the bed, legs around his waist as he pushed you against the window. His beyond human powerful hands held you up and paced harder.
You started squirting with a loud scream, nails scratched his back. Your mind was empty and only filled with his cock. You loved how it filled you so well.
"Fucking cockslut, look how you are wetting me. Love this so much," San kissed your open mouth. The spit was drooling over your chest.
You were just where he wanted you to be: fucked up messy on his cock.
He took a minute to admire how you looked. Your cheeks were red and tear-stained. Drooling. The hair was messy. Neck and chest filled with his love bites. Better than how he imagined.
San's cock drooled a heavy load of pre-cum in your pussy and twitched violently at how beautiful you looked like this. "I'm never gonna leave you, darling. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine," he chanted as if it was a mantra.
"Yesyesyesaaaahhhh," oh the pleasure was so sweet.
"Can you go a second time?" He asked and you dumbly nodded.
He took you to the bed again and threw your face first. Ass high up in the air. You had no energy to hold yourself up. He got behind you and entered your gaping hole without any warning. He grabbed your hair and pulled them and snakes his other hand around your throat and squeezed it just enough.
Your eyes rolled back and now you were just going with the flow, too tired to even say a word.
"Come on, baby, squirt one more time for me. Squirt all over my cock," his breath came out harsh along with grunts.
"Sanie!" You came harder than before and just as he asked, squirted all over his dick.
The tightness of cunt pulled San to the edge. He finally released his seeds into you. His head fell behind and moaned your name so loud that you were sure that people around the house must have heard.
San came so much that your tummy bulged out. You felt so weak and tired and fell onto the bed, without another thought, you slipped into your sweet sleep with a dumb smile on your face.
His cockhead was still you, keeping all the cum inside. He chuckled dumbly. Oh, he was so in love.
…
The next morning, you were woken up to feeling soft lips against your shoulders. You giggled and turned around to face San who was smiling ear to ear. You cuddled against his chest and he kissed your forehead, his lips lingered for a moment.
"Good morning, my love."
"Best morning," you said in your morning voice.
"How did you sleep?" He asked.
"Better than ever," you hummed.
"Good thing," he kissed your lips.
You thought you were going to feel all sticky and messy with dried juices all over you but you felt all clean.
Reading your mind, San said, "don't worry, I took care of you last night."
Your heart filled with pinks and purples, "you are the best! I doubt that you are a demon," you said.
He chuckled, "hmm, trust me, I'm only like this with my little demon lady. I'm surprised myself, honestly, I have never been so caring about anyone ever. I love this feeling. I love how it is exclusively for you," he kissed you again.
You smiled widely, "I love how you express yourself so well. I can't do that."
"Just tell me you love me, rest I already know," you both giggled and cuddled closer.
"What if I say it's too soon for that word?" You asked while looking at him with your irresistibly beautiful eyes.
"Then I will wait for as long as you want," he whispered against your lips, "love is about surety and not lust. I don't want you to say anything for as long as you don't feel them," he kissed your lips a little longer.
"Hmm," you were satisfied. "How can you be this good and romantic?"
"That's who I am for the only person who is in my arms right now," he said.
"Ou, I'm honored," you laughed when he tickled you, "no, honestly! I mean it!"
He stopped and rested his head over yours.
"Can I ask something?" You raised a question.
"Anything, my love."
"Is this your real bedroom?" You asked.
"No, but I think I want it to be. You know, easy access," you snickered.
"Are you always this horny?"
"I can't resist you, my love," San grabbed your chin and gently tilted it towards him, "I just can't."
"Hmm, you fucked me dumb last night," he laughed at your statement.
"That's what I wanted," he teased.
You looked around the room. It was really exotic. You name anything related to sex, it was there. "Maybe we can put your Master Series Dicktator Sex Bench in work," you innocently said.
He looked over his shoulder and back at you, "already planning the next playtime?"
"I can't resist you, my love, I just can't," you tried to imitate his voice.
San squinted and attacked you with tickles, "such a naughty girl!"
"Sorry! Sorry! Stop!!" He cuddled you again and pampered you with kisses.
San hummed while kissing you, "I have a feeling of an eternal future with you…"
summary: in a meeting of high stakes, you are forced to resort to desperate measures in order to make it out of this gang affair alive. these measures have a name of course, a demon called san.
word count: 5.6k
genre: action. angst. suggestive. a tad of fluff near the end. established relationship of sorts. mafia au. supernatural au.
warnings: blood, death/murder, weapons, gang affairs, demonic possession, misogyny and use of a gendered slur (not from san), corpses, much sexual tension, making out, slightly unhealthy relationship dynamics, obviously, as san is a sexy murderous demon. this got more soft at the end than i intended. literally don’t ask what was going through my head when i wrote this, it popped into my head last night and i wrote it all today.
rating: 16+
a/n: i have no chill apparently. inspired by the song forever and a bit by mother mother. (an absolute bop. pls listen to it afterwards, i think it fits very well :,))
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The air is thick with danger tonight.
After years of working in the underground, you’ve developed almost a sixth sense for knowing when something is off, when the cards laid out might not exactly be as you expected them.
Tonight is one of these nights. The meeting with the leader of a rival gang on their turf, in their warehouse, on their terms. The ball is entirely in their court, and you know better than to trust on the integrity of powerful men. They always disappoint you, always try to pull something that breaks the understood agreement.
Always try to take more than their share.
You’ve learnt this lesson overtime, and therefore, it doesn’t bother you the way it used to. The men at the top of the chain are always greedy, it’s why they are the ones on top. You are prepared now, for their inevitable betrayal. Well, you suppose it's not really betrayal if you never trusted them to begin with.
“You’ve become so cynical over the years,” a voice echoes in your mind, deep and sultry, one that is not your own. In the past, that voice would startle you, a sudden jar from your thoughts and jolt back into your body.
It doesn’t affect you anymore. You’ve been together so long that San might as well be your own internal monologue. He’s become just as much a part of you as any thoughts you might have. As any passions, interests, or dreams that bounce around inside of your head.
“Awe, you really think so?” He says again, in response to your admission that you’ve accepted him as a part of yourself. You never said it out loud, but of course, you did not have to. He hears everything, every little thought you have, whether you want him to or not.
“Don’t be too flattered, doesn’t mean you’re not a nuisance,” you mutter under your breath. You could think the words of course, but something about saying them out loud grants you a bit of power. It gives the illusion of choice, even if that’s something you’ve long since lost.
“Ouch, love. Just when I thought you were beginning to enjoy my company,” he sulks. You can’t see him at the moment, but you can imagine the look on his face, pouted lips and doe eyes. Far too innocent of a look for a man as monstrous as him.
Rolling your own eyes, you continue your jog as you enter a narrow alley, a shortcut to the opposing gangs warehouse. You know every secret about the city’s layout, every hiding place, timesaver and masquerading building the metropolis has to offer. You don’t have to think as you thread your fingers through the chain link fence at the end of the alley, hoisting yourself up and over the flimsy metal barrier. You know exactly where it takes you.
“You know this isn’t going to go well,” San remarks, his voice sounding louder than before. You scan the alleyway, seeing if he has physically manifested himself somewhere. Of course he hasn’t, he would never run through alleys and hop fences if he didn’t have to. Princess.
“Insulting me isn’t going to change the fact that I’m right,” he chides, and you can hear the eyeroll in his words. “This is a trap. That’s why he chose to send you.”
He is right. This isn’t going to go well. SMY are bastards, to put it lightly. They're going to tell you that they don’t accept your offer of a truce, and then they’re going to kill you, hoping to send your body back to KQ headquarters as a warning of their displeasure.
At least, that’s what they think is going to happen, because they don’t know that you’re coming.
There is a reason that Hongjoong, your gang's leader, chose to only send you on this mission, and it’s not because he only wanted to lose one person tonight. It’s because you are all he needs to get this done.
The reason is simple: you have San.
“Ah,” San remarks softly, his voice dripping with satisfaction, and you want to wipe the smug smile you know he’s wearing right off his face. “So you’re going to let me run the show tonight?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” you mumble, the warehouse finally becoming visible at the opposite end of the street. “Only if it’s absolutely necessary.”
“So that’s a yes,” he cuts back, and you choose to ignore him as you approach the warehouse doors. There’s a man standing there, scruffy beard and dark clothes, cigarette wedged between his lips. He watches you approach, hand drifting to the hilt of the gun he has fastened to his belt.
“KQ,” you state simply, raising your hands to show that you’re not holding any weapons. He knows you have some hidden of course, that’s a given. There’s a gun fastened to your own belt, and knives stuffed both into your boot and up your sleeve. Nobody would walk into a meeting like this unarmed, and while SMY are greedy, they are not stupid. However, what the man is currently concerned with is whether or not you have the ability to kill him right at this moment, and seeing that you don’t, he knocks on the door.
It creaks open, another man, who has no cigarette and a far longer beard, let’s the two of you inside. You take a breath as you cross the threshold into their quarters. You’ve been on their turf for the last 10 minutes of your trip here, but it’s not until you're inside the enclosed space that you begin to feel trapped. You’re completely alone, surrounded by enemies and no backup coming save you.
“You aren’t alone, love,” San whispers into your mind. “You have me.”
You walk through the warehouse, empty of anything but the body’s of the SMY members filling it. You count fourteen of them, including the man you can tell is in charge at the opposite end of the room. He has two guards stationed on both sides of him, arms crossed, looking at you with distaste. The first thing you notice is how he reminds you of a rat, with beady eyes and crooked teeth. Only concerned with himself and his own wealth, based on the array of golden chains he wears and large rings decorating almost all his fingers. Tacky.
He is not the head of SMY, the leader would never expose himself in any situation that isn’t absolutely necessary. And as far as he is concerned, this will be the murder of one KQ member, a trivial task rather than any true threat.
Or so he thinks.
“Are you the KQ representative?” The headman asks, eyeing you up and down. You’re aware of how unimpressive you look, how it might appear that Hongjoong has tossed you away for them to slaughter. That’s the plan, after all. If they try to pull something, you’ll catch them off guard with no backup waiting.
“I am,” you state, and he snorts, glancing at another grunt with a bemused look on his face. You bite into the inside of your cheek, trying to refrain from saying something you might regret. “I’m here to discuss the prospect of a truce.”
“Are you, sweetheart?” He coos, his voice revoltingly condescending. “You think you can manage that?”
“What a prick,” a voice laughs from your right. You turn to see a familiar man stationed in the corner of the room, with dark hair hanging long, adorning the same dark suit he always is. Leaning up against the warehouse wall, San’s fox-like eyes watch the scene intently. He moves from where he is standing, heading over towards the headman.
The headman, of course, cannot see or hear him. Completely oblivious as San looks him up and down, chuckling to himself.
You do your best to ignore the demon, keeping your focus on the task at hand. The headman continues to snicker at your expense, and you acknowledge the amount of pleasure you would take in lodging a bullet in the heart of his chest.
“We’ll give you a section of the district located in our Northern terf,” you say, keeping your voice steady. Your tone is no longer polite, but you’re doing a fine job at staying level headed. “In return, you take your men out of our Southern District. We’ve seen you lurking around, and frankly, we’re sick of it.”
The headman stares at you for a moment, face unreadable, before erupting into a fit of his own laughter. “You’re sick of it?” He mocks, taking a step forward, separating himself from his two guards. “You know what I’m sick of?”
A man from the corner of the room walks over to him, handing him a pistol, one that you assume is loaded. This is escalating far quicker than you expected it to.
“I told you,” San says, clicking his tongue. Even in his physical state, he can still hear your thoughts. He’s still a part of you, even though you’d like to pretend he’s not. “This was never going to blow over nicely.”
The headman is still talking, going on about how Hongjoong has taken too much of the city for himself, and SMY’s leader isn’t happy about it. That they are going to leave a message for KQ to take home tonight.
But you can’t bother focusing on his words, you've heard them all before, from other far more powerful men. The leaders you face always seem to enjoy the sound of their own voice. He’ll blabber on for a while, which might give you enough time to think of a plan.
San lets out an over dramatic sigh, comedically placing his arm on the shoulder of the headman as he continues his relentless monologue. “You don’t need a plan,” San pushes, his voice getting a little more serious. A little more annoyed at your reluctance. “You need me.”
San is right, obviously. There is no way you can take out fourteen men by yourself. You’re good, very good actually, but you’re not a demon. You can’t pull off the impossible.
But you don’t want to need San. You can’t need San. Because everytime you use him, every time you let him have control, he gets a little bit stronger.
And that fucking terrifies you.
In the beginning he was just a whisper, a little voice you would hear in the back of your mind, only singular words that were faint with a lack of meaning. With time, he began to talk. Then he could hear your thoughts. Then you started to be able to see him.
Then he could touch you.
That realization is what made your strange little relationship take a turn.
The headman cocks the gun, saying something along the lines of how he wonders what Hongjoong might do if he sends his little whore back with a bullet wound in her head. You might find the will to react to the comment, if your ears weren’t beginning to ring, palms becoming sweaty.
You knew tonight was going to go wrong, but some naive little part of you hoped it might be okay. That you might be able to handle this yourself, without San’s unwanted, dangerous help.
It was foolish. This was never going to turn out the way you hoped.
“Clock’s ticking,” San says, walking past the headman and towards you. Refusing to look him in the eye, you keep your eyes drawn at the floor. The headman lifts the gun up, holding it straight out in front of him, prepared to shoot.
You don’t have much of a choice.
San positions himself behind you, so close that his chest presses against your back, hand sliding slowly up your arm. “Face it, love. You need me,” he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. Despite yourself, you shiver at the gesture, at his breath hot against your skin. It’s all too familiar. “Just let me in.”
You want to say no, to be defiant. To win in this little game the two of you play.
But you can’t, because the reality of the situation is this: If you don’t let San have control you’re going to die, and you’ve given up way too much to let that happen.
San, hearing the confirmation in your thoughts, holds your chin in his palm. The action is gentle, as he pulls you to face him, mouth drawn in that infamous smug smirk.
He leans in, pressing his lips against yours. It’s not the first time, and deep down, you know it won’t be the last. Because San always wins, no matter how much you despise it. No matter how much you tell yourself you won’t let him take control again, that you won’t let him become even stronger, it’s never true.
You always lose to the demon. Every. Damn. Time.
He deepens the kiss, and you find your mind trailing off, the same way it always does. It’s peaceful, as he digs his claws into your brain, as if you are just falling asleep. The world numbs, fading. SMY, the warehouse, and all your other worries disappearing into time.
It’s dark but warm as you float. Your head feels fuzzy, your thoughts choosing themselves.
Today they decide to take a little detour to the past.
You often find yourself here, on the day where it all began.
San always says it's natural to go to what is most important to you, and you suppose that this is an accurate statement. After all, nothing is more important than this day. The day that everything changed.
~~
You sat against the alley wall, chest heaving as you focused on taking one breath at a time, at simply keeping your eyes open. If you closed them, if you let yourself drift off, you were done for. Dead.
Then again, you were as good as dead anyway. The bullet wound in your stomach ensured that, coating your hands in blood, which slipped through the cracks between your fingers as you attempted to apply pressure to the wound.
But it hurt. Everything fucking hurt. Your head was dizzy, swimming from the bloodloss. Breathing was difficult, each gasp for air pained through broken ribs.
Yeah, you were dead. Even if you weren’t quite yet, you would be soon. Already gone to the world, even though your heart was still beating.
“Please,” you whispered to nobody who could hear you. You were alone, your attackers long since having left you to suffer. A slow, drawn out death, as painful as physically possible.
You deserved it.
“Please, someone h-help me.” It was getting difficult to think, let alone speak, the words tumbling messily off your tongue.
You were ready to give up. In fact, maybe you did give up at that moment. Closing your eyes, letting your hand fall off the wound. Prepared for death. For hell. For whatever would lie waiting for you. You didn’t think it would be pretty, you’d committed more than your fair share of sin over the years, considering your line of work.
But you were prepared to welcome it, prepared for whatever punishment might be waiting for you on the other side.
That is, until you heard footsteps.
Your eyes shot open, your vision blurry as you tried to locate the source of the noise, desperately scanning the empty alleyway.
Well, not so empty anymore.
A man approached you, dressed in an all black suit. Spotless and pristine. He knelt down, giving you a good look at his face, even through your tears. He had sharp features, long black hair, intense dark eyes.
“Please,” you croaked, a sudden rush of hope coursing through you. You reached forward towards him, taking hold of his tie with grubby, bloodied fingers. Your body ached at the movement, and you let out a whimper of pain, your grip on the tie automatically loosening.
“Don’t move,” he said quietly. His voice was deep, low. Not kind, but also not cruel, almost dismissive. “You’ll end up killing yourself.”
“W-who are you?” You mumbled, forcing your eyes to stay open. You were so tired, and it would have been so nice to close them. So nice to stop fighting so damn hard for once.
“You can call me San,” the man said, reaching his hand forward, gently caressing your cheek in his palm. He stared at you for a moment, before the corner of his lip quirked upwards, creating the semblance of a smile.
“Want to make a deal?”
~~~
You awake with a start, and it takes you a moment to remember exactly where you are, surrounded by tall metal walls and dim lighting.
Ah right, the warehouse. Although it doesn’t look exactly as it did before.
No, now instead of being hopelessly outnumbered, the headman standing before you with his pistol raised, you stand alone. Around you lay the bodies of the SMY members, bloodied and mutilated. You don’t have to double check whether any of them are still alive, from the state of their corpses and the blood painting the floor, it is obvious that they are all dead.
You try not to look at them too closely, your stomach knotting. You’ve been in the business of death for a long time, but San’s abilities never cease to make you a little nauseous. It shouldn’t be possible, what he does to these men, and you’re just relieved that you don’t have to be mentally present to witness it.
San himself stands on the opposite end of the room, staring down at the headman with a small smile on his face. You can’t help but notice the man’s body is a little… worse for wear than the others, his chest ridden with deep gashes from San’s claws. There was clearly a tad more passion for him than the others, that much is obvious.
“Ah, hello,” San says when he notices you are staring at him, his voice sounding absurdly soft and innocent, as if he wasn’t the one who caused the bloodbath you are both standing in.
To be fair, it doesn’t look like he is the one who caused it either. His suit remains pristine as always, not a drop of blood staining the fabric, hair neat and tidy. You, on the other hand, are coated in blood, the red liquid practically dripping from your clothes and matted into your hair. The realization makes you uncomfortable, tainted, and you want nothing more than to get out of this building and take a shower. To slip into a fresh set of clothes, and try to sleep off the memories of tonight..
Which is exactly why you ignore San’s greeting, slipping your gun back into its place on your belt and heading towards the exit. “We should go,” you state dismissively, opening the warehouse door. It is never “I” anymore, always “we.” “We” need to hurry, “we” have to talk to them, “we” should go to bed. Always. You don’t even remember when that changed.
He expects you to say more, you can tell by the way he watches you intently, but you don’t indulge him. You don’t want to talk to him at the moment, all you want is to be alone.
This, of course, isn’t really an option, considering your mind is where the demon lives. He can hear everything, whether you want him to or not.
“You’re rather in a hurry,” he remarks, chasing behind you as you push open the door outside, the cool air hitting you with a rush. It’s the slightest bit refreshing, to exit the warehouse, so warm and thick with the smell of death.
As you make your way down the street, San remains tight to your side, looking at you with expecting eyes. You’re surprised he remains physical, having assumed that he would slip back into your head after the dirty work was done. After he gained the control that he always so desperately wants.
“I don’t feel like talking, San,” you respond, a bit more of an edge to your voice than you intend. You feel jittery and tense, your whole body uneasy. You need to get out of these clothes and out of this area.
Most of all, you need San out of your fucking head.
“What?” He asks sharply, firmly grabbing onto your arm to stop your relentless pace. He’s about to speak when he suddenly stops, pulling you into a side alley, cautious. You’re still covered in blood on enemy turf, he might be mad, but he’s not a fool.
“You’re still hung up on getting rid of me?” He says, his voice an angry whisper. Although behind that anger, you can hear the hurt. The frustration. “As if I didn’t just save your life back there?”
“Hongjoong wouldn’t have given me that mission if it weren’t for you,” you cut back, and it's a fair argument. Hongjoong is the only other living person who knows about San, and while he doesn’t constantly whisk you away into deadly situations, he does use this to his advantage when need be.
“Yeah, well you also wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. You shouldn’t be so quick to forget that,” he snarls, and you take a step backward, feeling yourself make contact with the wall behind you. San won’t hurt you, he never has, but it’s difficult to not be a little wary of the demon, knowing exactly what he is capable of.
“When are you going to get it through your head that I’m not going anywhere,” he says lowly, moving forward towards you. You hate the way your heart races at the closeness, at the way your eyes drift to his lips as he speaks. “When are you going to accept it?”
But you can’t accept it, not really. Because no matter what this strange relationship between the two of you might be, no matter what complicated fucked up feelings the two of you might share for each other, you know that San is a demon. And as a demon, he has an end goal.
Your soul.
It’s why he wants control, it’s why he gets stronger every time you submit, it’s why he saved you in the alleyway so many years ago.
~~~
“Want to make a deal?” San had asked, still holding your cheek in his hand, rubbing his thumb gently across your skin. Comforting.
You stared at the man through bleary eyes, confused. “What?”
“I’ll tell you what, I can save you from this little problem you got going on here,” he pointed to the bullet wound in your stomach, placing his other hand on your own covering it, and you winced. “But you have to pay me back for it.”
“W-what?” You choked, the word coming out so garbled you were surprised he could even hear you correctly.
“Not with money, of course,” he replied with a small laugh. “I can tell you’re a little short on that.”
You were short on that. That’s exactly how you ended up in this situation.
“No, what I want is your soul,” he said with a gentle smile. You stared at him incredulously, eyebrows furrowing in disbelief.
“The fuck is that s’posed to mean?” You slurred, and he chuckled at the zing behind your words despite your present state.
“Exactly as it sounds, love,” he replied casually, that smile on his lips growing a little wider. “I’ll save that precious life of yours, let you live and laugh and whatever you humans do for a little while longer. Then I’ll take your soul, just like you promised.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” you sputtered, wanting this strange man to leave you alone to die in peace. To leave all this nonsense of souls and deals behind.
“Probably,” he laughs, letting his hand drift from its place on your cheek to your chin, making you look up at him. “But what do you say? Do you want to make a deal, your life for your soul?”
You wanted to tell the man to go fuck himself, but then again, you also wanted to live. You weren’t sure what the hell he was talking about, but maybe if you agreed he’d take you to the damn hospital.
You’d made a lot of mistakes in your life, too many to count, but you were good at knowing when to lie. When to play nice in order to get what you need.
“Okay,” you breathed, nodding at him. “Deal.”
You expected him to help you up, or to maybe pull out some sort of medicine or a stitching kit. Anything that might be able to help you out of your current predicament.
What you weren’t expecting was for the man to smile, his grip on your chin tightening. For him to lean in, and collide his lips against yours, with an alarming amount of gusto.
And with that kiss the world faded, and you fell into immediate, endless darkness.
When you woke up it was morning. You were still in the alleyway, clothes remaining stained with blood, body sore from the position you were sleeping in.
But, most surprisingly, the bullet wound was gone.
You patted the area incredulously, lifting up your shirt to scan for any sign of damage. There was nothing, not even a scar or mark left behind, as if the fight in the alley had never happened. You stood still, staring at the wall ahead of you, wondering how the fuck this happened. How the hell were you not only still alive, but completely healed? There was an answer for this of course.
The man.
This was his doing, somehow. Even though this was quite clearly impossible, a magical enigma. A miracle.
You had to find him, and you had to figure out what the hell he did to you. What the hell kind of deal had you actually signed yourself up for? What was he talking about? Your soul? What did that even mean?
You moved out of the alleyway, fully prepared to scan every part of the city for this mysterious stranger. San, he had called himself. It would be difficult, certainly, but you knew people. It certainly wouldn’t be easy to locate him, but also not impossible.
But that’s when you heard it.
Faint, a voice in the back of your head that was certainly not your own. Familiar and low. Dark.
“You're welcome,” San whispered.
~~~
“You want me gone?” San says quietly, leaning in closer. His eyes drift from your eyes to your lips, hand placing itself on your waist. You tense at the action, from surprise rather than discomfort.
As much as you hate to admit it, this isn’t the first time the two of you have been like this. Not even close.
“Really?” He continues, the hurt in his voice still shining through, although you know he doesn’t want you to hear it. He wants you to think that he is fully in control right now, even though you know he isn’t.
Because whatever feelings you have for San, the ones you wish would just shrivel away and you’d never have to deal with them again, you know he shares tenfold.
Which is complicated, considering he’s supposed to be the one to eventually kill you.
“Because I don’t think you actually do,” he finishes, his eyes drifting to meet yours, and his gaze is dark. Hungry and frustrated, but most of all, damaged. San is a lot more human than he’d like to admit. “I don’t think you want me gone, not really. Because honestly, we’re all each other has. I’ve got you and you’ve got me, darling. You couldn’t get rid of me even if you wanted to.”
And with that statement, he presses his lips against yours, and you welcome them as you always do. Letting him press you further up against the wall, hand sliding up from your waist to under your shirt.
San always kisses you as if he’s running out of time. You suppose that technically, he is. His lips move greedily against yours, teeth biting gently at your lower lip, breath hitching in his own throat as you grip tightly on his hair, pulling slightly.
The two of you fit together perfectly, moving to the beat of the same drum. It’s easy. Chemical. There’s no need to think in these moments, each new kiss is fluid, each small noise the two of you let out invigorating. Made for eachother, in the most monstrous, dangerous way possible.
“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead, love,” he mumbles into your lips, pulling away slightly, making you long again for the close contact. “Do you really think I’m doing this right now because I want your soul? Do you really think I saved your life back there just for a little more strength?”
You don’t respond because honestly, you did think that. But he already knows that.
“I’m a demon, darling. If I wanted your soul, believe me, I’d have it by now,” he finishes with a sigh. You expect him to press his lips back onto yours, to continue this angry, frustrated pursuit the two of you share in. Instead he places his forehead against your own, breathing heavily, staring down at the ground.
The weight of his words begins to settle on you. You think back to all the times San has taken control, all those moments he’s persuaded you to let him in. It’s always been to save you, always been when you were in way over your head.
But most importantly, he’s always given that control back to you the second that the deed was done, hasn’t he? The second that the danger was over, the second that he knew you’d be okay. Always.
“I swear, sometimes you’re so dense,” he says with a quiet, slightly pained laugh. You remove your forehead from his, and when he continues to stare at the ground, you gently take his chin in your palm, forcing him to look at you. It reminds you of that day, countless years ago in the alley, when he’d done the exact same thing.
“You love me,” you state, and it’s not a question.
“Yeah,” he whispers, his voice surprised, as if it’s an epiphany he’s just realizing it himself. A word for this feeling he’s developed over the years, buried in the heart of his chest. “I do.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say. Because really, that changes everything. This dynamic you’ve developed, this game of back and forth, this fear of ever admitting that there is more to this than just predator and prey, it all breaks with that confession, crumbling to the ground at your feet with those simple words.
“So, what does that mean then?” You ask finally, your heart racing. “This ends when I give you my soul, doesn’t it? When I give up, but if you don’t want me to-”
“I'm immortal, darling,” San cuts you off, holding the wrist of your hand that you have placed on his chin tightly, although he doesn’t attempt to move it. “There’s no clock that’s going to run out. This ends when you’re done playing, when you decide you're finished with this little cat and mouse game you love so much, then we’ll finish the deal.”
And while he doesn’t say the words exactly, you understand the meaning of this statement. The truth of it all. This ends when you are ready to die.
He stops briefly, cat-like eyes gleaming in the dim light of the alleyway, the moonlight bouncing off his skin. “I’m not trying to take you before you’re ready,” he says softly, and there’s a genuine warmness to his words you don’t think you've ever heard before. Gentle. “I think we’ve long since moved past that.”
He’s right, and maybe you’ve always known this yourself, but just hadn’t accepted it. All those late nights spent together in bed, waking up in his arms feeling guilty. You’d assumed it was a trick, a mistake of submitting to your own weaknesses, letting your own human feelings get the better of you.
But perhaps it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe he’s just as in over his head as you are.
“So forever then,” you say, meeting his eyes. You watch as a smile slowly creeps across his lips, starting at the corners and ending with a toothy grin, dimples embedded in both cheeks.
“A little bit longer than that,” he says, finally pulling your hand off his chin, pinning it to the wall behind you. You stare at him, your own smile finally breaking through, raising an eyebrow at the action. “If you’re up for it.”
What a pair the two of you make. You, a bloodied gang member with a gun in your pocket, riddled by mistakes of the past. He, a demon responsible for this very blood, with the heart of a boy willing to give eternity for the girl he loves. A match made in hell.
He leans back in to kiss you, but you stop him, leaning backwards so that he can’t quite make contact. “Okay,” you whisper, before moving in yourself, so close that you can feel his breath hot against your face. “Deal.”
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Warning: Overstimulation, Demon San, handjob, San refers to himself in third-person, slight pet play
Realistically, most would be afraid to start a relationship with a demon. Let alone be near one. Yet it was never something that turned Wooyoung away. San was sweet and one of the most caring people he had ever met. Though he had his moments of less than favourable tendencies, Wooyoung didn’t care. He adored his boyfriend, demon or otherwise.
For the most part, San was rather soft. He would never do anything to hurt Wooyoung and if he did do anything that may irritate him remotely, he would break out in a fit of apologies.
So it isn’t much of a surprise that Wooyoung’s often the one praying for some sort of attention. Of course, San was always willing to cuddle, but that wasn’t what Wooyoung wanted. He craved intimacy, to be touched and loved by his boyfriend. Yet San was always too afraid to do anything like that.
Though, that didn’t mean San didn’t have needs as well.
It was late in the day, around half past four, and Wooyoung was sitting at the desk in his room. He would sit in San’s but he had been acting clingy and knew he wouldn’t get much homework done if he stayed in there. The teen twirled his cherry lollipop in his mouth, pondering over the set of math equations in front of him. “Useless things…” He thought to himself, bitterly clutching his pen in his right hand while glaring at the paper.
The boy was too busy grumbling under his breath to notice his door slowly slide open. However, his attention was quickly driven away when he felt a pair of arms snake around his neck. Wooyoung’s surprise melted into delight when he realised who it was. “Sannie~” He whined playfully. “I told you I had a lot of homework to get done.”
“I know,” The demon replied, stretching the syllables of his words in a somewhat whiny tone. “But I missed you.”
“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Chuckled Wooyoung. “You couldn’t have missed me that much.”
“You’d be surprised,” Was the demon’s low response. His tone alone managed to send shivers down the younger males spine. Wooyoung knew all too well what he wanted.
“San, I’m busy.” He heard the demon hum, hands roaming his chest while his face lay just beside Wooyoung’s. He swore he would’ve melted right then and there from his touch. His hands felt so warm and his scent was just so intoxicating. He wanted nothing more than to let San do as he pleased with him. However, he was determined to stay firm in his stance. “No.” He stated simply, the single word startling San.
“No?” He repeated in disbelief. “But…”
“No, San. I’ve got homework to do. Maybe later, okay?” Now normally, that would be the end of it. San would leave the room, albeit a little moody, and Wooyoung would get on with things. Today though, the demon wasn’t in his usual mood.
He crouched to his knees and rested his head on the human’s thigh. “Wooyoungie~” The younger rose his brow at the way he whined, looking up at him with his big eyes. His heart churned at such a sight and he would be insane to deny him now.
So, Wooyoung sighed, gently taking the demon’s face into his hand and stroking his soft cheek. “So needy today~ What do you want, Sannie?”
“You, I want you, Woo.” That surprised the younger. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be so shocked based on the state the demon had slipped into. It’s just that usually, San was on top. Seems today may be the exception. Yet something about that made him smirk.
“Alright then Sannie, I’ll treat you well. Don’t worry. Strip for me.” San understood exactly what he meant and slipped out of his shirt. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung, eyeing his every movement while they undid their clothes. The demon would never get tired of seeing his boyfriend’s perfect curves of his plump ass, always begging to be grabbed.
That would have to wait for later though, as San had sat himself on the bed, awaiting Wooyoung’s next move.
What started as a gentle peck on the lips gradually fell into a messy battle for dominance that the demon easily won. San pushed his tongue past the soft barriers of Wooyoung’s mouth, savouring the sweet taste of cherry from his sugary treat. The blonde couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, soon whining when his lover trailed to his neck. “Mm, Sannie~”
“You like that baby?” He chuckled against the younger’s skin when a light gasp left him. The sound alone made Wooyoung grow flushed.
“I thought I was supposed to take care of you. What happened?” The almost pout San received made him laugh once again. With a shrug, he shifted to spread his legs, Wooyoung quickly catching on.
The blonde licked his lips at the sight of his member, sprung up proud, nearly salivating at it. “All for me~”
“Woo~ Hurry up! I don’t wanna w- hng!” The warm feeling of Wooyoung’s mouth engulfing his length zipped his lips within seconds, becoming weak the moment they made contact. “Oh fuck Wooyoung…”
The younger’s tongue slid across the base of his dick, eliciting a moan of euphoria from his boyfriend. San’s hand found its way into Wooyoung’s blonde locks, gripping them with every suck. He found himself wincing at how hard he would pull but didn’t have it in him to care. Not when he knew he was making his lover feel this good.
Fuck, he's so sensitive.
Wooyoung could feel the demon’s member twitch in his mouth yet continued to suck, regardless of how much he gagged. Even still, he didn’t want to see San cum just yet.
“Ah~ W-Wooyoung…”
Wooyoung detached with a light pop, plush lips glistening with the precum dripping from San’s tip. The smile on his face was innocent despite this, as he tilted his head to the side in an almost taunting manner. “What’s wrong Sannie? Want me to stop?”
The way the demon shook his head made Wooyoung smirk. It was entertaining how much power he held over someone who could destroy the city if he so desired. Yet here he was, panting and pleading for this human’s every touch.
It was delightful.
Kisses peppered San’s waistband, each lustful touch causing him to arch his back as he whined for more. These simple prods had him withering with impatience but more apparently, neediness.
He felt the way Wooyoung pinched folds of his skin between his teeth, sucking and licking every spot to leave a beautiful bruise for tomorrow.
San's cock, neglected and begging for touch, thrived on every action, sending shivers of pleasure down the demon's spine. He needed more.
“Wooyoungie~ Please~”
“Please what, Sannie?” Wooyoung replied, head now resting on the mattress. His sudden distance seemed to make San stressed, fearing he may be left like this - hot and unsatisfied.
“I need more~”
A thoughtful hum came from the younger. San tensed when he finally felt a hand wrap around his girth. The strokes were slow, painfully slow. "My Sannie is so needy, isn't he?" San nodded once more, whispering under his breath for Wooyoung to go faster.
He didn't. In fact, he went even slower, stopping almost entirely until he got an answer. "Y-Yes! I'm needy!"
Finally, Wooyoung giggled. He kept moving his hand up and down his boyfriend's length while he travelled to his neck. San couldn't help but moan from the vast amount of pleasure as he was jerked and as more hickeys were plastered on his body.
"Sannie is so sensitive too, isn't he?"
"Yes, S-S…" he bit his bottom lip, refusing to submit entirely. Yet this refusal made Wooyoung halt all action.
San hated being teased. He didn't like having to wait to get what he wanted and it took every ounce of restraint he had to keep himself from taking over Wooyoung's mind and making him continue.
Yet the pure look of apathy he received, caused something to shift in him. It was clear Wooyoung knew he wouldn't last. When the demon began to sniff, light tears of frustration running down his cheeks, the blonde smirked.
"So greedy. Sannie is so desperate for me, isn't he?"
"Yes!" He finally wailed. "Sannie is greedy! Sannie wants Wooyoungie to touch him so badly!" Those words alone were enough to have Wooyoung smash their lips together, barely giving him a moment to breathe.
San gasped at the way his cock was pulled, jerked at a speed that made him whimper. "Wooyoungie~" he moaned, earning nothing but another smirk from the younger.
"Does Sannie like this? Does he like it when I handle him this way?" The demon could only groan in response, fist clenching around the fabrics of the sheets to distract himself from the immense pleasure. "Cutie~ Sannie has so much power but is so weak for me."
"P-Please let Sannie cum! Please please please!"
"What a mess you're making," he softly scolded, ignoring the demon's request. Such a thing made San quiver. He pleaded for Wooyoung to let him cum but the other refused to acknowledge it.
All that pressure came piling over when the demon released in Wooyoung's hand. And though San sighed with relief, his boyfriend was less than pleased. "Did I say you could cum?"
"N-No but…"
"But nothing. That was very bad Sannie." The demon looked down, as if he were a puppy being scolded by his owner. Even with his adorable expression, Wooyoung didn't let up, despite how much he wanted to shower the older in kisses and praise. “Now I have to punish you.”
If San wasn’t whimpering before, he certainly was now. Wooyoung crawled over him, leaning over the taller and grinning at his lost expression. He hovered his rear just over the demon’s length, lining it perfectly. “W-Woo…”
“Shhh, relax puppy.” Sinking onto his member, Wooyoung hissed under his breath. Perhaps he should’ve prepped first. The pain would fade soon enough. He started slow, bouncing only slightly which still elicited light moans from the older, who felt Wooyoung clench around him.
However, Wooyoung slowed down when San pressed his face against his bare chest, hearing him sniffle. “What’s wrong, Sannie?”
“N-Not ready. Please go slow…” Wooyoung had to remind himself that this was meant to be a punishment. Yet San’s light cries made him soft.
“Okay Sannie, I’ll let you adjust first.” After all, it was the first time he had ever ridden the demon before. Even with their close contact, San craved more. His lips parted, insinuating their desire for attention. Attention Wooyoung gratefully gave him. Tongue pushing the plush barriers and snaking into the wet cavern of his lover’s mouth. San sighed into the kiss, hands moving towards Wooyoung’s waist. Knowing he was happily distracted, the blonde resumed his movements.
He broke their kiss to gasp, eyes clamping shut from pleasure. “Oh Sannie~” He groaned out. Instinctively, the demon’s hand travelled to Wooyoung’s ass, gripping and kneading the soft flesh to his content. Yet he was stopped when his arms were pushed back. “Punishment, remember?” The blonde rasped out. “No touching.”
“Wooyoungie~”
This time, he wouldn’t go soft. “No touching,” He repeated, tone much more commanding this time. “And don’t cum until I say so.”
Begrudgingly, San did what he was told. Keeping his hands to the side while Wooyoung bounced on his cock. The demon mewled beneath him, fueling the human to go faster. And though he moaned and groaned with every move, it couldn’t compare to the weak pants of San, who kept as still as possible.
He wanted to touch Wooyoung. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to hold him and smother him with affection. Wooyoung could see his restraint clearly, as the demon’s eyes brightened with their usual purple colour. So he made sure to praise him, just to make sure he wouldn’t become too frustrated.
“What a good boy you are Sannie, listening so well.”
“I-Is Sannie doing good?” Peeped the demon, interrupted by his own strained breaths.
“So good, baby.”
“Can Sannie get a kiss? Please!”
“Not yet,” A part of Wooyoung felt like being a brat. He knew he shouldn’t keep edging him on like this but he just couldn’t help it. He adored how submissive San would become for him. He relished in the idea that he had power over a demon. The thought alone had him aroused beyond belief.
It wasn’t long, however, before Wooyoung was reminded who had the real power here. Wooyoung gasped when a hand engulfed his neck, snatching him lower. He winced at the way San’s eyes glowed violently, his grip becoming tighter by the second.
The way he gagged had the demon grinning until he brought their lips together. Though Wooyoung was too shocked to even consider kissing back, their contact seemed to relax San enough to where he let go of his neck.
“No more teasing,” He whispered.
Wooyoung nodded at him, hand slowly tracing his disturbed neck, as it began to sting ever so slightly. He looked to his boyfriend, expecting him to take control and slowly attempted to move. Yet San kept his hips firm, much to Wooyoung’s bewilderment. “Please don’t stop,” He pleaded in a small voice. The kind Wooyoung knew he only used when he was a sub.
“You scared me for a moment, puppy.” Said the blonde with a weak chuckle.
“Sannie is sorry, Sannie is sorry! Sannie didn’t mean it! Please forgive him!”
Ultimately, Wooyoung cooed at his weak and adorable state, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “It’s alright Sannie,” He said softly. San giggled when he received yet another kiss. However, his smile fell at what Wooyoung said next. “But Sannie doesn’t get to cum again.”
“W-What?”
“You heard me. On your knees.” San obeyed and turned around, perky ass awaiting whatever Wooyoung had in store. He could hear the sound of a bottle of lube opening, where he kept it, San didn’t know; following the cold substance dripping onto his rear. Wooyoung chuckled at the way he flinched while he coated his fingers.
Even though he wiggled in discomfort, San soon adjusted to the way Woo’s fingers moved in and out of him, bringing forth a cry of thrill from him. He scissored his digits, stretching San to where he thought he was yet. The demon, however, was feeling impatient.
“T-That’s enough. Need something bigger~” Wooyoung slowly removed his fingers, carefully replacing them with his member a moment later, per his boyfriend’s request. San withered at the new area of length intruding on his hole, with Wooyoung grunting above, murmuring about how tight he was.
The cold, slick feeling of the lube allowed him the room to shift and after a few seconds for them to both adjust, San permitted for the blonde to move. With great care, his hips began to rock forward, eliciting whines from the demon within seconds.
“Woo~” He moaned. “Faster.” The younger grinned and picked up his pace almost immediately. Each time, he nearly drew out and railed into him at a quicker speed, smirking at the way San cried out in pleasure. His head fell, body jolting at every movement while his eyes fogged with tears.
“Aww~ Poor baby. Sannie just couldn’t wait, could he?” Muttered Wooyoung from above, voice both taunting and sympathetic for the demon. Though it was mostly meant to jeer to the older, as Wooyoung groaned at the building shame in his posture.
“N-No, Sannie couldn’t wait,” Whimpered the older. "Sannie is needy for Wooyoungie." His deep moans and whiny pants were music to Wooyoung’s ears, the only incentive he needed to go faster. “Mmph Wooyoung!”
This time, he laughed. “Your little hole takes me so well puppy~ So good for me.”
San’s pants grew uneven, moans becoming higher by the second.
“Aw baby, what’s wrong?” San didn’t respond. The demon kept his head down, biting his bottom lip to hide the exasperated breaths escaping them. Wooyoung could see his legs quiver and it didn’t take long for him to realise why. “Sannie wants to cum again, doesn’t he?”
San nodded eagerly, tears of frustration running down his cheeks from being just a few seconds from release. He didn’t want another punishment and waited with weary patience. “Go ahead then, Sannie. Cum for me.” The demon did as he was instructed, a loud moan escaping him as a copious amount of slick dripped from his tip to his leg.
He sighed with satisfaction, yet winced when he realised that Wooyoung was still going. “Cumming twice for me, hmm?” He snickered. San could practically hear his smirk. “So greedy, I haven’t even cum once today. Will Sannie be good and wait for me?”
The demon's dissatisfaction was shut with a single shush and allowed Wooyoung to pound into him with no questions asked. His painful overstimulation was either unnoticed or completely ignored as the dom only moaned in satisfaction. "Fuck Sannie, you keep clenching."
Back and forth, his body rocked with every hit from behind, like a rag doll being tossed by its owner. The thought tempted Wooyoung to go just a little longer, even if he knew the poor demon's prostate had been abused. He was a crying mess and it was beautiful. “So weak for me.”
“Wooyoungie, i-it hurts…”
“Just a bit longer Sannie...Oh fuck, fuck San!” Wooyoung filled him to the brim and San whined at the unfamiliar feeling.
Wooyoung made sure he was alright before carefully pulling out. The older fell against the bed with a ginormous sigh, with his boyfriend sliding next to him soon after. San cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around his torso and pecking his lips. “My poor ass,” He whined.
“I’m sorry San, was I too much?”
“Never.” Wooyoung giggled at that, gently stroking the demon’s hair. “You should top more often. That was fun!”
“If you can go one round without choking me, then we’ll see.”
San nodded at him, smiling brightly as he snuggled closer. “I love you, Wooyoungie.”
