"Did I do this right?" You mutter to yourself, looking over the chalk circle with written sigils before dragging your gaze back to the old dusty book in your hand, scrunching up your nose and squinting your eyes.
The spell book was old and fragile, with yellowing paper and ink that was starting to fade. You could barely read it in the candlelight but dammit were you trying your hardest to. Because, you had a mission. One you were determined to complete. Mission: Lose My Virginity.
And, of course, as a generational witch, you had decided that it would be a good idea to snag your old grandmothers grimoire and summon an incubus. I mean, they were all about sex, right? It seemed like a good idea.
So now it was almost 3 AM, the witching hour, and the upstairs attic was illuminated by candlelight and you had attempted to draw the summoning circle correctly on the floor. All that was left now was to speak the incantation...
Hand stretching over the circle, you scrunch up your nose again as your try to read the faded cursive of some ancient relative that you had. Clumsy pronunciations of ancient Latin falls from your tongue, words you were sure that you were butchering, only hoping that it didn't horrendously backfire on you.
Finally... as the last word falls from your tongue, you pause. Breath hitched, eyes darting around, waiting for... something to happen. You continue to wait, and just when your shoulders are about to sag with disappointment, the summoning circle sparks. You gasp as the chalk lines begin to glow, wincing when it starts to burn into the wood and make a permanent mark. Mom is gonna kill me- You think to yourself.
Suddenly flames flick up in a wall, making you jump back and fall on your ass with shock at the sudden surge of magic. A snarl is heard and you're just sure that you fucked up the spell.
A humanoid creature steps out and the flames settle. Dark skin, rippling muscles, locs down to his shoulders, dark crimson red eyes, pointed black ears, a thin black tail, and fangs that flashed as he snarled down at you.
"Y-You're not what I meant to summon." You sputter out nervously, eyes wide and your pulse quickening. "That so? And what exactly were you trying to summon then?" The creature asks, voice smooth and raspy with an edge of irritation and something like... restraint.
"A-An incubus..." You admit shyly, cheeks warming. The creature lets out a bark of laughter, tail flicking. "Well I'm far from that, starlight. I'm a hound. A hellhound." He growls out and it's almost embarrassing how his voice makes blood rush down south so pathetically fast.
"Why were you even trying to summon one of those blasted fiends?" He askes, ears pinned back with annoyance, nostrils flaring and pupils dilating, as if he smelled something pleasing. It's a detail you notice... curiosity seeping into your mind.
"I... I'm trying to lose my virginity." You mutter out shyly, part of you hoping that he didn't hear it. But, of course, his canine hearing picks up on it easily. Ears pricking forward, head tilting in a doggish manner that makes you want to scratch him behind the ear if not for fear that he might bite your hand off.
"Oh this is just fucking perfect." He growls out. But before you can snap out at him for making fun of you, he's on you. "I get summoned by some pathetic virgin in the middle of my rut. Satan below, The Fates must be toying with me." He growls out, large hands reaching up to grip your wrists and pin them down.
"No wonder you smell like arousal, you horny slut." He snarls and you can only whine out at his mean words. He snarls again in response, claws ripping your shirt off, making you squeak out. The hellhound's tongue lolls out, darting out to lap at your pulse point before dropping his head further to run his tongue over one of your nipples, making you gasp out sharply.
"I can smell your arousal, slut." He growls out, making you whimper in embarrassment. It was pathetic how hard your cock was. It was aching, painfully so, and leaking pre like you were some horny teenager.
The hellhound flips you over and tugs your pajama pants down. "Ass up, I'm going to mount you like the bitch you are." He rasps, spreading your cheeks apart and spitting on your fluttering hole, using his thumb to spread it around before pushing it inside, careful not to cut your walls with his claw.
You whimper out softly as he thrusts his thumb in and out to help loosen you up, his other hand reaching to tug up his shirt a bit before he's unbuckling his belt and tugging his pants down. You dare to look back, mouth almost instantly watering as you see just how big he is. You didn't know how that was going to fit inside you.
Spitting again, he slicks his dick up with his own saliva before bringing his cockhead up to your hole, briefly teasing it before beginning to push inside with a low groan. "Fuck you're tight, pretty boy." He all but snarls out.
"I-It's too big-! C-Can't- I can't- it won't fiiiiit!" You whine out beneath him, nails clawing at the wooden floorboards of the attic beneath you. "Yes it will. It'll fit. I'll make it fit." He says back roughly, muttering something under his breath in a language you don't understand.
He continues to slide his length in until his hips are pressed against your asscheeks. He doesn't even wait for you to adjust, his rut taking control of his instincts as he snaps his hips, pulling back only to drive back into your walls.
You cry out, clawing at the floor as he fucks into you brutally, moans spilling from your throat as the hellhound above you allows his rut to completely take over his instincts.
"Fuuuuck yeah. Tight fucking walls gripping my cock just fucking right." He hisses out with pleasure. "This is what you wanted, right? To be fucked like the little fucking whore you are?" He taunts, claws digging into your hips as he drives into you harder, his tip kissing your prostate and making you cry out louder.
Eyes half rolled back, jaw slack, drool spilling out - you were a fucked out mess. He chuckles out with dark amusement at your state. "Fucked dumb on my cock already? Is it that good, pretty boy?" He muses, a muscular arm wrapping around your throat to draw your head back in a head lock.
"I asked you a fucking question, dumb mutt." He snarls out with a particularly mean snap of his hips, making you cry out hoarsely. "Y-Yes! Yes it's good. S'good. Fuck please don't stop, I'm close." You whine out pathetically, earning a low growl of approval.
"Cum for me then, little pup. Cum for me while I knot you." He demands, his knot beginning to swell at the base and catching against your entrance. You feel the coil in your tummy curl tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.
Warmth spreads throughout your body and your vision whites you as you cum, your throbbing cock spraying cum everywhere on the attic floor while the hellhound above you bullies his knot into you. Locking you to him as he fills you up, teeth sinking into your neck as he does.
The two of you stay like that for awhile, interlocked and panting hard. Your cock starts to go soft and the hellhound eventually unlocks his jaw and releases your neck from his teeth, tongue lapping at the wound he left.
"Was that... satisfactory for your first time?" He asks, his tone tentative and you swear you hear a hint of insecurity in his tone. You hum out, nodding. "More than satisfactory, holy shit that was amazing." You sigh out and you hear him give a pleased rumble, nosing your neck softly as his knot starts to deflate.
"Good. Because I'm not done with you, little mate." He rasps out, slipping his cock out only to pick you up in his arms. "My rut isn't done and I won't stop til I've broken your bed." He purrs out mischievously, making your cheeks warm.
Had idea because I love red velvet in his BAD4 outfit...
Imagine reader being a shy fan of BAD4 who loves going to their shows and one point...Red velvet notices them aaaaaand let's just say when y/n pulls out their normal ticket...suddenly, much to their surprise, y/n discovered that their ticket was bumped up to vip or mvp...and next thing they know, at some point...they find themselves backstage with hellhound, their crush and y/n gets attention and a hug...bet they grow even closer when y/n reveals that they love cakehounds...
A fan of hellhound plus a cakehound lover with the hellhound himself who happens to be the general of cakehounds...a match made in heaven lol!
☆ Starlight and Pawprints — BAD4 Red Velvet x Reader ☆
Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed
A/N: This is a kinda-AU where BAD4 is this popular boy band when the CODs get some freetime
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You were beyond thankful that you had managed to snag a ticket to see your favorite band perform in an abandoned segment of a city. BAD4 might not have been on the same level as Shining Glitter or Parfait, but you held them as close to your heart as any pop stars. Tickets had become hot on the market with time, and you had just barely secured one. It was a little odd, it seemed like one had been added to the roster right after you swore they were sold out. But either way, you were ecstatic, and made sure to dress in red and black to match the themes of the concert.
You wore a little keychain displaying the head of the staff/microphone mix your favorite member of the band, Hellhound, carried with him at all times. It was hard to find good quality merchandise in your price range, but you beamed as you stood in the crowd with it on your bag. The performance blew you away, awestruck to see the members performing live. A red-haired cookie with a neat outfit and glasses appeared, tapping you with the end of her pen. You turned, seeing the boys' manager right before you.
"Your badge" she said simply, tapping it as it hung on your collar. "Huh? Oh-" you began, holding it out for her to see. She inspected it, turning it around and seeing a golden sticker on the back. A VIP mark. She nodded as she dropped her hold, letting it fall neatly back onto your shirt "Come backstage when the show ends". As she walked off, you stood there stunned. You hadn't even noticed the sticker when the badge came in, too excited to have snagged one at all. How did a VIP ticket become available so suddenly, and for so cheap?
You were still mulling over it once the show ended, even as you walked backstage and the manager opened up the door for you to enter backstage. You felt your breathing hitch when you saw him there, Hellhound himself. He turned to see you, and you couldn't help grinning when his blue eye met yours. "You've got a pass?" Hellhound asked, and you nodded "Yeah! It was such immense luck, but- I'm really happy to be meeting you guys!"
Hellhound glanced to ZZ Skull, who gave him a little smirk before bounding up to you "Welcome, welcome! You must be quite the fan! And a Cookie of good taste". You chuckled while shaking his hand, Hellhound stepping up beside you. His eyes caught sight of your keychain, and his visible eye softened a bit. He reached out his clawed hand, taking the charm into his hold "Wow.. did you make this?". "Ah-" you began, feeling yourself flush "No, I bought it. It reminded me of you"
Hellhound cracked a small smile "It's amazing. Just like Cakehounds". "I love Cakehounds!" You replied brightly, and Hellhound perked up "Me as well! I've always had a fondness for them". "That's so cool! I knew your staff was modeled after one, but Cakehounds have always been a big interest of mine". "Maybe we could compare notes sometime" Hellhound offered. You felt yourself blush more, and Hellhound gave you a smile "Only if you want to"
"That would be amazing" you said. It didn't escape your attention how ZZ Skull and the others were watching with interest, sometimes snickering at seeing you both. Hellhound gave them a glare over his shoulder, effectively silencing them. He sighed as he turned back to face you "We can exchange information in a moment, once they aren't around to laugh". "Sounds great" You replied with a little nod. Your heart was flickering in your chest, happily anticipating the hangout to come.
