The Demon King
Demon King!Jongin x Witch!Reader || this is what happens when my imagination gets the better of me, I tried to find a matching gif but a) internet sucks and b) couldn’t find it || warnings: breeding kink, mind games, dirty talk, slight magic usage, potential public sex (if they are caught), graphic sex and imagery used || tagging @lolothebookworm, @sammsdreaming, @kimkaijong-in, @baekhunz, @biaswreckingyourlife, @triheartedhero and @peoniesinsilk to suffer with me and also blaming @mint-yooxgi for not steering me away when I mentioned this terrible idea SHE FUCKING ENCOURAGED IT (love you bitch)
He sits on his throne of fire and brimstone, decorated with the skulls of all those who have fallen into the burning pits of Hell, silver hair painted a fiery gold by the torches that surround him and the flames flicker dancing lights over his bronze, muscular chest as dark eyes stare deep into your soul. Jongin, better known as the Demon King, the being feared by all, had summoned you to his palace and here you are, having a staring match with an immortal who could very easily snap his fingers and break your neck.
“You are very brave,” he speaks after what seems like an eternity, “your will is strong and there are rumours about your powers that have some of the highly ranked demons quivering in their boots.”
“But not you,” you quirk an eyebrow and Jongin laughs; it’s an absurd laugh, loud and hearty. You wait until he’s finished laughing before continuing, “I could have you on your knees with a snap of my fingers, begging me for mercy as blood drips from your eyes.”
He smirks, finding your threats amusing as he unfolds his toned legs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and perching his chin on folded hands while watching you with a certain look in his eyes that you cannot place. “Such a vivid imagination, witch, such conviction in your words that it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.” Jongin leans back, slouching a little and looking you over, “yes,” he says more to himself than you, “I think you will do quite well.”
You’re about to ask what he means when he snaps his fingers and you drop to your knees, a burning sensation rushing through your body as you look up at him - sitting comfortably on his throne.
“You see, with a snap of my fingers, I can do that, too, have you on your knees - though my imagination is leaning in a different direction when it comes to the begging.” Jongin chuckles, fingers curling in the come here motion and you feel your body being pulled along by an invisible force. He leans forward, plush lips brushing against the shell of your ear and curving into a smile when he sees the shiver that rushes down your spine, “want to know the kind of begging I would prefer to hear?”
Fingers stroke along your jaw and the burning sensation intensifies, becoming localised in your nether regions as images flash in your mind. You knew Jongin was powerful but this type of graphic telepathy is unheard of amongst demons; a blush taints your cheeks, breathing growing heavy and you suddenly find it hard to swallow without the muscles in your abdomen clenching in need. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and continues to torture your mind with his wild fantasies - the low moan that Jongin releases almost has you whining with want.
Jongin has you naked on his lap, back against his firm chest with your legs hooked over his as he spreads your legs as wide as he can, the sight of his cock sat completely inside you a view to anyone who dared decided to disturb the King’s fun. He pumps lazily, barely needing to move because the size of him, and texture of his cock, causes you to moan and shake with desire; you take him well, he whispers that in your ear as he gently nips your pierced earlobe and running his tongue along the sensitive spot of your neck.
“You’d beg for more,” Jongin licks his lips, his own fantasy designed to torture you is causing his own arousal to grow, “you’d want it harder, rolling your hips in such a way that I’d have to struggle for control.” He shudders out the word, his warm breath tickling your skin as his stroking fingers move from your jaw to your chin, gripping it and tracing your luscious lips softly with the pad of his thumb.
Your moans grow when Jongin snaps his hips, hitting the spot hidden inside your inner walls with such accuracy, it’s almost like he knew it was there. Soft groans, whisperings of how good you are, how he wants you to be louder, only fueling your need to have him fuck you until you broke.
He teases your slightly parted lips open further, his thumb entering the wet warmth of your mouth and he’s pleasantly surprised when you suck on the digit, expertly rolling your tongue over it.
Fingers tangle in his silver locks, nails dragging against his scalp as he grunts into the crook of your neck, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your string of profanities and moans as he gives you what you want - fucking you roughly and having you constantly seeing stars. One hand cups your breast, tweaking the pert nipple and having you arch your back, body growing sensitive with his touch as he stimulates every part of you; his other hand drags slowly down your stomach before hovering over the little hidden button that’ll send your mind reeling.
“I know how you’d cum,” Jongin’s honey words hypnotising you into a needy trance as you rub your thighs together, sucking on his thumb, “how your mind would blank and you’d collapse against me, trying to catch your breath while I continued to fuck you senseless.” You whimper and Jongin groans, loving the sounds you make and wanting to hear more. “Even when your body is growing over-stimulated, even when I’ve gone deaf with your screams - I’m not going to stop,” his voice grows deeper as his other hand grabs one of yours and places it on his bulging cock, straining against his red leather pants. You gasp, eyes widening at what he’s got in store for you, “that’s right, baby,” Jongin growls out now, pulling away and flashing you a devilish smile, “I’m not going to stop until you’re filled to the brim with my cum and pregnant with my spawn. I’m not going to stop until I’ve had my fill of you.”
The image of you, laid out on red, satin sheets with his cum leaking out of your clenching, sensitive pussy flashes in your mind and he groans deeply, his cock twitching noticeably in his pants.
“And trust me when I say, I am insatiable.”
