Synopsis: Han Jisung is lonely, his friends and family are great but he wants something more. Something passionate. Basically, he's really horny and sick of being a virgin. He works for the university library as a preserver. Currently, he is working to catalog journals as a volunteer project. This is when he finds a journal with a mysterious "recipe" in the back.
Pairing: Switch-Human!Jisung x Switch-Succubus!Reader. NonIdol!SKZ AU. I am not sure if the other SKZ guys will be in it just yet.
Rating: This is only suggestive but it will get really smutty. The individual parts will have their own warnings.
A/N: This is just the introduction. I was working on my other stuffs and I saw floofy Han and was inspired. So, this is what happened. Maybe next year, I should do Kinktober because this is the third "monster" thing I have started. This is going to be a short thing but hopefully you enjoy it!
Jisung didn’t really know what he was doing but he knew three things for sure.
Number one, this book is old, like, older than the library he works at, and happened to find said book in, old. Some of the pages are hard to read but he thinks this is dated back to the early 1900s.
Number two, the very last page is a list of ingredients with the title “A Woman with the Morals of a Man”.
Number three, Jisung was intrigued enough to follow the instructions to make the offering, which looked a lot like tea, and return to the library after dark.
If asked, Jisung would say he is categorizing some of the old journals in the basement for research purposes. That project is strictly volunteer based and right now, he is the only one doing it so no one bats an eye when he shows up right before closing and heads downstairs.
Once he is locked in the library, Jisung gets everything he needs out and sets it up according to the book. After saying the Latin words, dropping some of the tea onto himself and then over the circle before setting the cup back down, he waited. He’s been waiting his whole life, what is a few more hours?
What has he been waiting for?
Passion. Acceptance. Companionship.
Han Jisung is just really fucking lonely. His friends are great and so is his family but what he really wants is a lover.
While he was waiting for the tea to steep. He translated the Latin so he could understand what he was calling for: “An infernal princess, perverse and vicious. Created of fire and will be your every desire.”
He heard the clock above him chime at 3am, “the witching hour.” He whispers to himself before he exclaims in fear as all the candles go out and the cup with tea explodes. He tries to grab for his phone but fumbles it with clumsy hands.
Watching him from your place in the darkness, you scoff softly. You had been watching him for sometime since he touched your journal. You never expected the shy, stammering librarian to really follow the spell at the back.
You really hoped he wouldn’t.
Han Jisung was not the type of man you wanted to break. He was the man you would have loved and cherished in a past life. But, be that as it may, he is but a man and you are so hungry.
Slowly, you let the shadows around you disperse, still not allowing him to see you. All that can be heard is his soft panting as you watch him push his glasses up his nose. His beautiful brown eyes searching through the darkness to see you.
“Han Jisung?”
His eyes widen as he hears your voice for the first time, a chill running down his spine that he isn’t sure is fear or arousal. The soft click of your boots on the concrete grows louder the closer you get to him. It wasn’t a long walk, you just liked watching his breathing get heavier the more you allowed him to sense you.
Your scent evolving into one that will please him, a soft floral scent. Not roses but wild flowers, you see him place it and he shifts on the spot, searching harder to find you. Eventually, you squat down in front of him, getting eye level with him.
His mouth goes dry.
“You’re beautiful.” His words ghost over your lips with how close you have gotten to him.
Curls fall over your shoulders, hanging down your back and over your chest in thick waves. Your full lips that make Jisung lick his own as they are suddenly very dry. His gaze continues down and he’s met with your cleavage. By the way your breasts curve and the line dipping into your shirt, your breasts are heavy and full.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
You smile, one manicured nail, black as the night surrounding the library and pointed enough to cut if you so desire, sliding over his jaw. You inhale slowly, taking in his scent, a woodsy citrus mixed with his arousal. He’s already feeding you, this was almost too easy.
As a reward, you drag your nail down the length of his jaw before you stop under his chin and tilt his head up. His brown, sparkling eyes meet your own and he whimpers. A fresh wave of his sexual energy flowing through you.
Right now he sees your perfect smile but what has him shifting and flexing his hands on his thighs are your eyes. He’s not scared, like most men are, he’s rock hard and straining against the material of his pants.
Your eyes are currently deep purple, due to you actively feeding. If you weren’t feeding, they would just be a neutral color. Your natural eyes are black but humans tend to not like black irises.
“You, Han Jisung, are fucking delicious.”
He whimpers once again and you lean in to seal your lips over his, swallowing the moan he releases into your mouth as he kisses back.
Made a deal with the devil
An apparition that bleeds
What’s the price of your body if it is taken for free?
[…] If there’s a hell underneath us
That’s where you will find me
