sweetlysick

[sweetlysick]

Blow

(Toji!Mafia AU P.1)(NSFW)

“He asked for you specifically.”

The woman’s eyes rose from where they had been scanning the contract on the vanity top to look at her manager speak through the reflection of the mirror; she seemed only faintly interested. She looked fairly bored overall, actually.

“He saw you in the lobby this morning,” her manager cleared his throat loudly as he continued. “he put in the request without even looking at your file.”

The lips of the woman sitting at the vanity curved upwards in amusement as her gaze drifted back down to the papers in front of her. She remembered the man in the lobby— tall, burly. Flanked by bodyguards. All the staff were in a kerfuffle because of his presence so he was either someone important or someone with a bad track record. Perhaps both. She couldn’t remember much else about him.

“But he’s used our services often, you said? Never the same girls?”

The man nodded behind her as she questioned him. If she had been paying any attention to him now she may have noticed the tinge of worry in his expression.

“So, then it makes sense he would pick me. I’m newer. He hasn’t used me before.”

She said as she shrugged and turned to the next page.

“But— we don’t usually… we don’t usually let new girls service him. He’s… he’s a very important client, you see and we like to make sure he’s kept happy as possible—“

The woman let out a soft sigh that still managed to cut the man nervously off, her eyes once again rising to catch his in the mirror.

“So are you saying I’m not vetted enough to service him? Then why did you bring me this?” Her finger tapped pointedly at the papers in front of her.

“Well, because- we do want you to take the job, we just… we want to be clear that he isn’t like the others. And you should do your utmost to make him as happy as possible.”

The woman’s eyes narrowed slightly at his words, proceeding to flip more quickly through the pages of the contract.

“He’s got a lot of money; got it. What else? Is he into some weird shit, is that what’s making you so on edge?”

The man shook his head quickly, “Nothing that you haven’t done before.”

“Well, then, it’ll be fine. It’s just one night. I haven’t disappointed a client yet, have I?”

The man seemed to relax, albeit only slightly. “No, you haven’t. Just remember; he’s important, Mina. Very important. More important than anyone you’ve been with before.”

Finally named, Mina turned to smile at him, “Men who pay for sex are all the same to me, darling.” her words oozing with the most artificially honeyed of tones.

-

Mina would admit, the man had extravagant taste. Her company had dropped her off in front of possibly the swankiest hotel in the city and given her instructions to meet her new client in the bar attached to the lobby.

Meeting at hotels was often the norm, but having dinner before the sex was not. At least not on her experience.

Most liked to get straight to the fucking, then dip. Naturally. But after being instructed on his likes and dislikes she was intrigued; he often wined and dined his escorts. Bars, clubs, restaurants. He liked to take his time getting to know them. He liked to converse. He liked to show them a good time.

Perhaps showing off his wealth helped him get hot under the collar. Men could be so vain, really.

She adjusted her dress as she neared the host booth; peachy, silk, short but still leaving something to the imagination. The back was low, the front faintly ruffled with excess fabric. No bra, barely there underwear. Her gold clutch had just the essentials within it and the only jewelry she had was the faint glint of gold studs in her ears. Her strappy heels tied and twirled up her calves, finished at the top in neat bows.

“I’m here to meet Mr.Fushiguro.” Mina said as the host darted forward to greet her, a languid smile on her face as she was promptly walked inside.

The lights were low; everything was warm toned, decadent, the chandeliers dripping with crystal. The bar was to her left and the shelved bottles glowed with various colors as light shined through them. It was a weekday but there were still a fair amount of people sitting about, probably getting drinks after work. To her right was a seated area and that was where she was being led. Directly up to a two person table that was flanked by the floor to ceiling windows, a man sat with his head turned out towards the cityscape.

“Ms.Mina is here, Mr.Fushiguro.”

The host tittered and the man turned and rose, a grin tugging at one corner of his mouth as he met Mina’s eyes.

He was huge. Had to be over six feet; and the memory of him being burly was correct, as his obviously hand tailored shirt and pants stretched tightly over the coils of muscle in his arms, chest, and legs. His face was tanned, his dark hair peppered with streaks of silver and he was… handsome.

“Hello, gorgeous. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?”

Trying not to appear taken aback by his well-put together appearance Mina smiled in reply to his words as he stepped forward to press a kiss to her temple, his hand ghosting around her waist to settle on the small of her back.

Ahhh, playing the old friends role. It was one of the usual. Much easier to pretend you knew each other; it took away some of the awkwardness of first meetings.

“You’re looking well, Mr.Fushiguro.”

Mina echoed as she looked up at him, his earthy, spice-tinged cologne drifting to her nose. His eyes roamed her face before dipping lower to take her in entirely; his gaze as unhurried as it was piercing. Sizing her up, every swath of available skin, every silk hugged curve. Everything his money was paying for.

“Mmmm, though not as well as you, sweetheart. And please— it’s Toji.”

He only replied once he dragged his eyes back up her body and to her face, their emerald coloring now registering to her as they locked gazes once more.

“Have a seat, I’m sure you’ve had a long day—“

He guided her to the opposite chair, his hand warm and calloused against the skin of her back. Was he a former athlete? A retired outdoorsman? Her mind was already puzzling to try and figure him out. The company had kept very hush-hush about his origins— again, the norm— but she had always been nosy. Kept things interesting for her.

“Thank you, Toji.” She said sweetly as he pulled out the chair for her, settling in as he made his way back to his own seat.

Mina’s surprise at his appearance wasn’t unfounded; but it also wasn’t like every man she slept with was ugly. She had even met a few she had found attractive, but for a man of this obvious wealth and stature to be hiring escorts wasn’t a common occurrence. It rang warning bells but it was too early to perceive what they could be. There were too many possibilities…

“I hope I haven’t been keeping you waiting?” She hid her calculating behind idle chatter, flipping her loosely curled hair over a shoulder.

Toji shook his head, “No; in fact, you’re early. If you had only been a little later your food would have been waiting for you.” adjusting his shirt as he resumed his seat.

Her manager had told her he was very punctual; at least that information was correct. It was always hard to trust second hand info.

“Oh? And what’s on the menu tonight?” She asked coquettishly, leaning forward to cross her arms on the table.

“Don’t you like to be surprised sometimes, Mina?”

The man teased back, the scar across the right side of his lips standing out strong as his mouth spread into a full grin.

-

Toji was easy to talk to; it wasn’t his first rodeo and he spun the conversations along mostly on his own. He had travelled quite a bit and had many stories— though he always skirted the subject of his work. She had seen tattoos peeking out of the cuffs of his shirt so she knew something white collar was probably off the table. Athlete still made sense, but why would he hide it… and he wasn’t familiar. Not that she had ever kept up with any sort of teams.

He felt too relaxed, too comfortable in the luxury around him to be someone who hiked or kayaked for fun. He didn’t seem the type. He could be retired… but he seemed too young for it. Too vibrant. He also didn’t seem the type to just sit around a mansion all day, either. She couldn’t make out the pendant on his chain, and his emerald ring had no insignia she could see. He was an enigma.

The eventual tipsy hum of the alcohol on her brain made her less focused, less concerned with his origins. He was just a client. She wouldn’t see him again, based on his track record. There was little use worrying too much about it.

“I’m going to powder my nose before dessert; I’ll be right back.” Mina announced before she stood up, clutch in hand.

“Don’t be too long.” Toji said as he leaned back in his chair, eyes unashamedly raking over her again once she was in full view. She only smiled as she turned to walk away— she was sure she could feel his eyes burning into her spine as she did.

The bathroom was all you’d expect, clean white marble and shiny metal faucets. It was quiet as most of the after work crowd had already stumbled out to head to bed.

Mina watched herself in the mirror a moment before pulling her compact out of her purse to tap the powder puff against her chin. Her cheeks were faintly pink from the drinks and she patted them lightly too.

It was close. The dinner was wrapping up; she was getting antsy. Not that Toji was bad company, but she was ready to do what she was here to do. She was ready to see what was the past the winding conversations and lighthearted flirting; to get to the point of this all.

Putting her compact away she rummaged back into her clutch to find her lipstick, the sound of the bathroom door opening reaching her ears. She sighed as she couldn’t find it; had she forgotten? It was one of only three things she had to bring—

“I told you not to take too long.”

Toji’s voice snapped her head back up and she watched his form stepping closer to her from the reflection of the mirror. She couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as he settled in behind her, his lips drifting down to her ear as his arms caged her against the sink.

“You gave me too much time to get in here…” He murmured to her, his eyes locked on hers in the mirror.

“I don’t think it would have mattered how long I took, Toji.”

She tilted her head to the side so he could trail his lips further down her neck. One of his hands moved to slide up the back of her thigh, her dress easily being pushed up and over her ass to settle on her hips. Her thong didn’t do much in the way of coverage and he squeezed one of her cheeks hard in his hand as he pressed his groin firmly against her.

“Vanilla perfume? Chaste. Do you taste like it too?” His tongue swirled lazily against her neck and he pressed a few kisses there, his hand moving to play with the thin string of her underwear.

“Slide your fingers a little lower and find out, Toji.”

Her words were greeted by a low laugh of approval, his hips grinding appreciatively against her.

She wouldn’t have pegged him for someone interested in public sex but she wasn’t going to complain; she didn’t give a shit if he decided to fuck her in the bathroom. In fact, she hoped he would. His fingers were annoyingly slow as they followed the slip of fabric between her legs— and she wiggled faintly to spread them wider for him.

He laughed again, knowing he was making the task harder by pressing so closely against her. But his expression told her everything; he lived for it. He loved to tease. He probably loved it more than the actual sex, he loved to see someone squirm. She was sure he loved to be begged for. He reeked with dominance.

Mina sighed as his fingers finally rubbed properly against her, thong easily being pushed to the side so he could explore between her folds.

“Mmmm, look at that face.”

He was watching her expression in the mirror, her head resting back on his shoulder as one finger prodded at her entrance. Her face was flushed, her eyes hooded. The epitome of ready and willing; exactly what he wanted.

Sliding the finger inside causes the woman to let out a faint sound, hips shifting as she takes him in. It was just one, but even so his hands were big— even the one sparked her insides pleasantly in response.

“That’s all?” Her voice was almost chiding as she finally spoke; her expression amused. He slid the second finger in, prompting an appreciative groan from her as he did.

“Don’t be a brat. This is just supposed to be foreplay,” He continued to keep his voice low and at her ear, fingers pumping steadily in and out of her. “because you’re going to need to be very wet for me to be able to slide my cock inside your tiny fucking hole. I can barely fit my fingers in right now—“

There it was. That’s what she was waiting for. Everything before this had been so quaint, so ordinary. But that wasn’t what her job was about. It was about the nasty shit hidden underneath the neatness. The underbelly. It was so tiring playing normal for so long when all you wanted to see was past that—

“I suppose I should be thanking you for warming me up?”

Her voice hummed and his free hand moved to wrap around her throat, grip tight but not uncomfortable. Toji was grinning again, leaning her further over the sink so he could sink his digits deeper into her.

“It’s more for my benefit than yours; it’s no fun when I can’t fit it in.” He purred as he gripped harder at her neck.

Mina couldn’t help but let a matching grin cross her face even as her breath became more ragged from the pressure; she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the whole cat and mouse game. She enjoyed being put in her place, and she enjoyed being toyed with. That’s why she was so good at her job; as deviant as her clients could sometimes be, she ate up every scrap of it.

She could feel his dick stiffening against her, their eyes locked once more in the reflection of the mirror. His fingers were doing their job and the wet sounds from between her legs were beginning to reach both their ears. One of her hands reached back to touch him— but before she could get there he had released her, oxygen rushing back into her lungs as she bit back a groan from the sudden exit of his fingers.

Left now without his assistance she adjusts her footing so she can stand upright, taking a slow breath to help her head stop spinning. He had been good about not pressing too hard, to her surprise. His file said he could be much rougher than he had just been… but maybe that was for later.

Toji was examining the fingers that had been inside her— her wetness coating them and oozing over his knuckles.

Mina half watched him as she fussed over her hair in the mirror. His handprint was soft and red across her neck; something that made her insides twinge with want but she kept her feelings to herself, more interested to see his reactions. He was the one that mattered, after all. He was the job.

Sticking his fingers into his mouth he sucked them clean, his tongue swiping out to clean his knuckles afterward as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

“Taste more like strawberry than vanilla, I’d say.”

His comment made her chuckle as he smirked and stepped forward to wash his hands in the sink next to her. Like he had just taken a whiz instead of fingering her moments ago.

“That’s a popular one. Most end up saying cookies and cream, though.” She replied back as she popped the top off her finally found lipstick and reapplied it carefully in the mirror.

“Huh,” The man cocked his head as he shook his hands a bit to rid them of excess water before grabbing for a towel to finish drying them. “I guess my final vote can be after I get my face in there.”

Hands dried, he stepped back over to her to tug her dress back down, nuzzling his face into her hair in the same motion. Taking a deep breath he hummed appreciatively, “You look fine. Now go back outside and eat your dessert so I can take you upstairs, hm?” his words were accompanied by the brush of his erection against her side once more.

“Of course, Toji. It must be so hard to be so patient.” She teased lightly as she stepped away from him, snapping her clutch closed as she headed for the door.

“Wait—“

His word made her stop but she waited a beat longer before turning to glance over her shoulder at him.

“Your panties. Take them off.”

He put a hand out, waiting.

Sticking her bag under her arm she took her fingers and hooked them under the sides of her thong so she could tug on them, wiggling them over her hips and pulling them down her legs.

Men did like to sometimes take souvenirs; another commonality among clients. She was used to it. Taking another step forward she placed them in his hand, fixing him with a pious look.

“I need them for something later, that’s all.” The man drawled, balling them up and stuffing them into one of his trouser pockets.

“Now, go and eat your dessert before I decide I don’t want to wait any longer and fuck you on the floor.”

-

Mina had almost forgot about Toji’s bodyguards until she spied them trailing them out of the dining area. The two were equally tall and stone faced men, who were obviously packing from the bulges in their jackets. They had sat a couple tables over each during dinner, scanning the area. Looking bored. God, she was sure they were bored. What a terrible job.

She met the eyes of the one that had a ponytail as they all stepped into the elevator and he seemed surprised she made eye contact, quickly turning away. She wondered if he had orders not to look at her, or if he was just shy? Cute.

“Don’t mind them.”

Her clients voice filled the silent elevator; but his attention was on his phone. His free hand rubbed circles absentmindedly on her hip— so the phone was probably work related as it didn’t seem that interesting. At this time of night? Hmmm…

“Oh? That’s a shame.”

She purred playfully and seized both of the other men up, eying them up and down; she could have swore she saw the one with ponytails ears turn red, but the other remained as stoic as he had been all night. Good for him.

“If I wanted to see you swallow another man’s dick they would be last on my list of possible contenders, sweetheart.” Toji with a click shut his phone off and slid it back into his pocket. His expression was amused as he smiled at his men; but he didn’t have much time to gloat as the elevator dinged their arrival.

And of course, he had booked the suite floor. It almost felt like she had been boosted from escort to mistress— this was quite high end for a one night stand. Not that she would be complaining. Or that she knew if he was married or not— her bets were on he was, though. Divorced, at least.

“Why don’t you go ahead and take a look at the room, Mina? I need to talk to my men for a moment.”

Handing her a shiny gold keycard he let her go with a pat to her behind; and she dutifully stepped out of the elevator on her own. The curiosity would kill her— but she knew better than to linger; Toji didn’t speak until she was already halfway through the room door. She wondered if he was telling his men to wait downstairs? Or if they would have to stand in the hall… though at least that would be less boring than watching them at dinner. For their ears, anyway.

The room was standard, the style modern; big windows, big bed, exceptionally clean. There was a bottle of champagne sitting in ice on one of the dressers. It was never a great idea to to get too tipsy on job, though, so she glanced over it.

She set her bag down on a side table, stepping further into the room to inspect. The windows were a similar view to their counterparts down at the bar; but just a higher angle of the city. All the lights were twinkling as the sun had finally set and let them take over. It was a pretty view, but one she had seen before.

Mina wandered over to the bathroom, flicking on the light switch and leaning herself on the doorway. More white marble, more gold faucets. The shower was the size of most peoples apartments— there was even a bathtub in the other corner. Neatly folded ivory towels, tiny bars of packaged soap…

The click and whirr of the lock let her know Toji had finally come to join her and she turned to watch him enter, but kept her place in the bathroom doorway.

“You look bored, Mina.” He said as he glanced at her on his way in; but headed for the bed, tossing his phone onto the comforter.

“Your file said you preferred if I didn’t fake anything.” She quirked and he chuckled under his breath, his fingers moving to work at the top buttons of his shirt.

“What else did it say, hm? Anything you think I should know about?” As he turned to look at her she shrugged slightly, striding towards him.

“Nothing I’m sure you don’t already know.”

The woman replied, replacing her fingers with his and continuing to undo the buttons. Tattoos greeted her; but not just any kind of tattoos. Irezumi. His chest was completely covered except for a sliver from the center of his collarbone all the way down to his bellybutton. They kept going past his hips and to what she could only assume was also down his legs and back. It was then her brain clicked— she knew what he did for a living.

“Tell me something anyway.” His voice was low, her eyes flickering to his as he spoke again. His gaze was darker. It wasn’t the same gaze that had greeted her warmly in the dining area—

“It said you can go from gentle to brutal very quickly.”

Pushing his shirt over his shoulders confirmed all his ink was connected, and confirmed her suspicions as well. All her guesses had been wrong. Mina felt silly for not even considering it… that he could be in a gang.

The money, the bodyguards. The air of leisure. The tattoos. He had to be someone important, too. No wonder her company had been so fervent and repetitive in telling her to do well. This wasn’t someone you wanted to disappoint.

“Brutal? How so?” Toji’s tone felt almost predatory; but perhaps that was her projecting with her newfound knowledge.

“You fucked a girl so hard you bruised her cervix and she couldn’t work for nearly three weeks.” She said easily, folding his shirt neatly in her arms.

“You also managed to break another one’s finger— but I didn’t get the details of that one. Legal reasons. Supposedly accidental, though.”

Setting the shirt onto the bed behind him her fingers moved to undo his belt, her eyes rising to look at him once more. He was smiling— like he found everything she was saying highly amusing. Her insides twinged again but she ignored them as he cupped a hand at the back of her neck to pull her closer, his face leaning down towards hers.

“And yet here you are, taking my pants off.” Toji murmured as his nose bumped hers, his belt falling with a thunk to the floor as she finished snaking it from around his hips.

“What does that say about you, Mina?”

He asked huskily as her hands nimbly worked at the clasps on his pants.

“That I love money… or that I’m a masochist? Hard to decide.”

She replied, her lips brushing his with every word. His breath was whiskey-tinged and warm; but instead of pulling her in further he used the hand around her neck to push her lower as his pants slipped to the ground. Obediently she sunk to her knees— her eyes greeted by the rest of his tattoos, the dragons on each of his thighs grinning at her as she became level with them.

“Take them off. And open your mouth— wide.”

Toji ordered and she pulled his underwear down as well, tongue out as as she opened her mouth. His dick was only half hard but between her legs ached just looking at it— men loved to bluff and brag about their size, but there was no need for that here. He was massive. Pornstar massive, and as he moved her head so that his tip was resting on her tongue she instinctively opened her mouth wider.

“Stop looking at my cock and look at my face, Mina.”

The woman’s eyes flicked up to meet his as he brought his other hand to slide into the back of her hair with the other, both now gripping her locks firmly.

“So you’re gonna like when I hurt you, hm?”

He asked as he lazily dragged the tip of his dick over her exposed tongue. She nodded faintly and one corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk for a moment.

“Good…”

The man hummed as he slid the rest of the way into her mouth— Mina’s hands rose to brace themselves against his hips as she felt him hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex protesting. But he shook his head and she dropped her hands back onto the floor.

“You’ll get used to it.”

He assured her as he slid it back out in a slow, lazy movement before pushing her head back onto it so her face was nearly pressed against his abdomen. She knew this was a test— see how much she could deal with before she couldn’t anymore. This was a game she was familiar with.

The next thrust she made sure to let her tongue drag under the base as he pushed in— and was rewarded with a faint grunt as she did so. She could feel the saliva pooling in her cheeks and beginning to spill out the corners of her lips as he continued, his pace picking up with each bob of her head.

He wouldn’t let her do it on her own, though— every time she tried to move her head his grip on her hair would tighten and he would slow down.

“You’re making a mess, sweetheart.”

Toji cocked his head to the side as more drool began to drip not only onto the floor but onto her collarbones and dress, easily soaking through the thin fabric. She merely blinked sweetly up at him, letting her tongue continue to work his length. The pace was now making her eyes water; he became rougher, shoving himself more forcefully into the back of her throat. Jaw aching, she let him— she could see the hazy, lust filled expression growing on his face.

Suddenly his dick was shoved as far in as it could go. Her lungs screamed at her for air and she moaned, but didn’t pull away as he held it there, jammed in her throat.

“Patience.”

He said to her as her eyes blinked tears away, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he watched her face. Now her brain was screaming at her too.

“Patience, Mina.”

The man chided as her body shuddered, begging her to push him away and let oxygen refill her body once more.

Every second was a minute. Time felt so slow. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess of telling her to be still but also to go and to move—

But just when her head felt woozy enough to tap out he pulled his dick back out of her mouth, a gasp leaving her as oxygen whooshed back into her system. He rested his cock on her cheek, beside her mouth as she gasped, saliva and tears making her face wet and sticky. Not to mention his dick nearly poking her in the eye.

“That wasn’t so bad, right? You did just fine.”

He praised her as she choked back her own saliva, tongue nevertheless slipping out to lick at him again.

“Mmmm. Don’t be greedy.” He warned but didn’t stop her as she continued— his eyes watching every lap as she licked him up and down. His cock twitched, faintly, under her work and she let out a low hum. He liked that.

“I said don’t be greedy—“

He hissed and pulled her to her feet, whirling her around to lay her down onto the bed. Her legs curled around his waist as he tugged her dress up and over her head, tossing it aside as a hand once more came down to grip around her neck.

“I’m the only one that gets to be greedy, Mina. Okay? Do you fucking hear me or are you deaf now?”

He shook her slightly when her response wasn’t fast enough for him and she nodded, her core practically boiling as she felt his dick settle on top of her stomach. A moan left her chest as his mouth connected with one of her nipples, his tongue and teeth harsh against the sensitive skin. He was leaving marks— she could feel it as he moved over her chest, biting and sucking where he pleased.

That cost quite a bit extra. He must have paid a lot for her time today.

She sat as still as she was able underneath him— even so, she couldn’t help her body twitching in response to his actions. Mina had plenty of dominant clients but few made her truly, really want to fuck them. She preferred to be the one topping, if she was honest. But if Toji had asked her to beg for him right now she would have done so gladly, and as pitifully as he liked with no qualms about it.

At a particularly harsh bite she let out a hissed cry of pain, her hands gripping the arm in front of her.

“Too hard? There isn’t even blood.” He scoffed, looking down at where he had just bitten under the curve of her breast.

“Oh… or maybe there is.”

He ran his tongue over the sore spot and more air hissed out of her at the sting.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t help it.”

Toji’s voice was suddenly a croon as he continued to kiss at it. Each press was painful and she squirmed, her whines soft and ragged as he continued to squeeze at her throat as well.

“Let me make it up you…” He was dragging her up the bed now, away from the edge so he could lay his full weight over her properly. Letting go of her neck he spread her legs, fingers once again moving to glide between her folds.

His eyes were glued between her legs, fingers sliding easily along with how wet she had become. Finding her clit with somehow the most immeasurable of ease he rubbed at it gently, causing her stomach to quiver— his free hand brought her right leg up and half over his shoulder, her left already pushed to the side by his knee.

“Harder?” He questioned her.

“Firmer.”

She echoed back and his adjusted efforts made her sigh, hips arching forward. Toji pressed a kiss to the calf that was leaned against his shoulder— his own hips were lining his dick up against her entrance, hands busy pleasuring her and keeping her leg in place.

“When was the last time someone fucked you how you liked, Mina?”

He questioned as he pressed more firmly against her entrance— and she let out a soft laugh, even though all she wanted to do was shove him fully inside her.

“That’s an outside of work question, Toji.”

It was true. Even if he had read her file, escorts never had their likes or dislikes listed within them. It was only does or don’ts. It was a job— it wasn’t about what she wanted. She wasn’t going to say she DID like what he was doing— his ego didn’t need the boost.

“You’re right. But I’m going to fuck you how I like, and you’re gonna like it anyway.”

His words were accompanied by him shoving himself nearly fully inside of her— and laughing as she cursed, her nails digging into his stomach as she tried to stop him going all the way.

“Jesus— fuck, Toji—“

She growled as he paused, the initial shock and stretch of his girth causing her whole body to feel like it was clenching. She wasn’t going to say she liked that, either.

“Don’t be such a baby.”

Toji snorted as he squeezed her face with the hand that was already coated in her cum, his expression practically glowering with amusement.

“It’s your job to take my dick, isn’t it? So what you should be saying is ‘deeper, Toji.’” His voice was practically mocking her as he shoved two of the fingers in her mouth.

“Say it.”

He ordered and as she made to do so, he slid his fingers deeper into her mouth— making the words that she managed out a mumbled mess.

“Say it.”

He ordered again, eyes glittering as he watched her try and fail a second time.

“Say it. I won’t ask again.”

It was a threat, and pushing his fingers to the side of her cheek with her tongue she managed—

“Deeper, Toji.”

She was rewarded by him bottoming out, the noise that left her definitely reaching the hall as his cock immediately hit every tender part of her insides. Feeling her legs threaten to close at the sudden rush of feeling he leaned forward and spread them wider— giving her no time to adjust he set a steady pace, his own moans rising to match hers.

Big dicks were always hit or miss. Some just filled you up and didn’t do anything nice in particular— or their owners just thought their girth would do all the work for them. But others… others managed to just fucking hit that g-spot with little to no effort. Like they were somehow fucking magnetic and her insides were the damn polar north.

Toji’s was the latter.

Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head within the first two minutes, and his voice at her ear was just adding to the immodest ambiance.

“Maybe you should be the one paying me, Mina? You seem to be enjoying this a little too much—“

His words were panted against her neck and she laughed between her own gasps of breath. So cocky. It ticked her off. Adjusting herself beneath him she angled her hips slightly higher; feeling him sink even further in, another deep groan echoing from his chest in response. Yes, he was fucking her, but she was the profesional here. He would do well to remember that.

The woman felt him move one of his hands down to her lower stomach and press— the reaction of both was immediate, Toji’s pace faltering as her body bucked of its own accord at the newfound wave of pleasure the pressure caused.

“Don’t you dare—“ Mina hissed out as he slowed down, moving his face from her neck to watch her expression change. He slowed even further and she cursed at him again, her own hips unable to budge as he held her in place.

“Don’t I dare what-? Stop? Like I would let you cum without you asking nicely for it first?”

The man’s voice dripped with mirth as he teased her, his thrusts stopping entirely as she continued to squirm underneath him.

In a sudden movement Mina’s hand was yanking on the chain dangling from around his neck, her grip firm as she tugged his face closer to hers. He was surprised— much to her entertainment.

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna feel it— that you don’t wanna feel me cum all over your dick, Toji. And don’t act like you aren’t gonna explode inside of me right after that, because I know that’s what you fucking like, filli—“

She didn’t get to finish as her arm was slammed down onto the bed, his chain snapping and being flung as he did so. He was holding her wrist so hard she felt he could have truly crushed it if he squeezed any harder.

“That’s a nasty mouth you have there, sweetheart. I think you need to remember when to shut it up.”

His tone was icy and his eyes were hard— there was no warning before he slammed into her again, and this time the pace was hard. He didn’t release her wrist, and he didn’t stop the pressure on her abdomen— his cock was practically making her see stars. Or as close as you could come to that, without passing out entirely.

It was a damn good orgasm too. Her moan was choked as it ripped through her, her whole body shuddering— she could feel him falter again as his cock felt her grip around him, air hissing out from between his teeth.

He didn’t give her even a second to recover. He didn’t pause at all to let her collect herself.

He was gonna fuck her till she did beg him to stop. She could see it written all over his face.

“Toji—“ Mina gasped, her body lost in the aches but also the pleasure but the pain but it felt good—

But he didn’t respond, and he didn’t slow down. His sweat was starting to drip down onto her and she could feel it sliding down her torso. His expression was concentrated, locked on and enthralled by her every little change of face and breath.

“Toji…” Her voice was a beg, even if it was just his name. Her hands moved to curl in his hair and he faltered, slightly— for a millisecond at the touch. He was on the edge.

“Please.”

The word was all that it took to crumble the rest of his resolve and he unraveled, a whoosh of air leaving his chest as he groaned and slammed into her one last time, hard enough to make her wince before he released inside of her.

A wave of triumph fell over Mina— even though her brain was still in a tapped out zone, she knew she had done well.

Pulling himself upright Toji finally let go of her wrist and sat up on his haunches between her legs, sliding his dick out in an swift motion. Raw and most definitely bruised from the ordeal, Mina couldn’t help but glare, and the man let out a breathy chuckle.

“You were a brat. You don’t deserve any softness.” He snorted and smacked at her inner thigh, causing her to kick at him in response.

“You’re an ass.” She snapped as he grabbed and settled her leg back down on the bed.

“I am, but I don’t think you really minded.” He said as he sunk down to kiss at the red mark he had just left on her thigh— but she just let out a puff of air in response. He continued to kiss down her leg until he was at her core, his tongue snaking out to taste her. She shivered, her nerves still raw but he was only there for a few moments before sitting back upright.

“Well, now you taste like cookies and cream.”

The man grinned and she rolled her eyes as he continued to laugh at his little joke. He was back to the charmer from dinner— he could really just switch those personalities of his on and off.

“How many rounds do you think you can make before I manage to make you cry for real?”

His words made her sit up, a smile on her lips as she leaned her head to the side. No one had ever made her cry. Ever.

“Your dick couldn’t last long enough for you to ever see that, unfortunately.” She sighed though her expression was cheeky— one foot moving to rest on his thigh, brushing at his cock.

Leaning forward so they were face to face Toji smiled back, “Roll over and stick your ass in the air for me and I’ll prove you wrong.” his fingers all the while gently brushing curls over her shoulder.

It was going to be a long night.

-

When Mina woke up it was almost past noon— and the sunlight was searing as its rays filtered through the nearby windows. Tugging the sheets over her head she let out an annoyed grunt, her body aching in protest as she shifted positions. Everything hurt. Toji had entertained himself with her hours, and then again in the morning before he left.

She was grateful, however, for when he said he paid the room through the day so she didn’t have to wake up and leave at 7am. That would have really given her a reason to cry.

Her phone buzzed and she winced as she stuck a hand out to try and find it on the side table— probably her company wondering when the hell they were supposed to pick her up. Or if she was alive at all.

She was definitely going to need to take a few days off to recuperate. Even the joints in her fingers hurt.

Sighing with defeat, the woman stuck her her head out so she could properly grab her still-buzzing phone and shut it up.

But her phone wasn’t the only thing sitting on the bedside table. Blinking the sleep from her eyes she grabbed for the bundle— a bundle of cash. The band around it let her know it was five thousand dollars. It was also tied around with a lacy black string… her thong, which somehow Toji had managed to tie in a tidy little bow.

Throwing the covers off herself she sat up straight, making sure she wasn’t seeing things; but, no, she wasn’t sleep deprived enough to hallucinate. It was exactly as she said first seen it. While glancing around incredulously she finally managed to also spot the hotel note pad which the money had been sitting on, the writing on it penned in nearly unintelligible cursive:

Your tip~ I’ll make you cry next time. Sweet dreams, Mina. ~T.F.

[sweetlysick]

Sweet Vermouth

(Geto!Bartender AU)(NSFW)

“I guess I should probably go, huh?” The woman stated languidly before moving the cigarette back to her mouth. It was almost 4am. The club was quiet; they were the only two left. She had been sitting here watching him clean behind the bar for almost half an hour now.

Geto looked up from where he was rearranging the liquor bottles on the back shelf, her gaze hazy and unreadable in the muted lights. He thought about telling her not to smoke inside, but it didn’t really matter. People did anyway.

“Why? Don’t want to wait for me?” He prompted in response before turning back to his work.

A faint, but amused noise emanated from her.

“Is that why I’m here?” It sounded like a question for herself just as much as for him.

“I don’t know. But you are starting to stay a little later each time, I’ve noticed.”

The only sound for a few minutes after that was that of water sloshing as he washed out the sink, soaping up a rag he pulled from a cupboard beneath it to begin working on wiping down the counters.

“I think I find myself feeling un-judged in your presence. It’s kind of refreshing... I guess I’m getting greedy for it now.”

He glanced at her when she finished but her eyes were far off still, the cigarette slowly burning itself down between her fingers. Methodically he worked his way towards her, letting the words hang in the air.

It was a thoughtful silence.

The spell was only broken once he was beside her, taking her wrist so he could bring her cigarette to his lips. Ash scattered across the floor, the ember burning brighter as he pulled smoke into his lungs. He could feel her now watching him; and he met her gaze, letting the smoke curl out of his lips.

“I don’t mind you being greedy.”

He stated, head tilted as his eyes roamed her face. She watched him just as intently, as if they both were somehow trying to read each others minds simultaneously.

The man leaned in closer, but a soft hand at his collarbone made him pause.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” She asked, expression as unreadable as ever.

But he didn’t respond to her question, instead continuing his journey to close the gap between them. He wasn’t the type to hold back; his tongue slipped inside her mouth without hesitation and she could feel how wet his hands still were as they roamed over her.

The kiss was heated, and indulgent, but it lasted less than a minute as she pulled back, letting air once again reach her lungs.

“Come home with me.”

His voice was low, his nose brushing hers, unrelenting in their closeness. She had nowhere to run or hide from the intentions swirling the air. She had let herself open this Pandora’s box, after all.

“You think just because I kissed you I want to go home with you?” She sighed as she rested her arms around his neck, fingers brushing at the length of his hair.

“I don’t think you would have kissed me unless you did.”

His response made a faint laugh bubble out of her and he leaned in once more, letting himself taste the amusement on her lips.

“I’ll wait outside—“

She said as she slipped off the stool, making room between them so she could untangle herself from his embrace. His hands and fingertips lingered until she stepped out of reach, in the same movement turning and walking away towards the exit.

“So don’t take too long, okay?”

—

Geto’s apartment smelled distinctly of incense. She now understood the smoky sweetness that lingered on him; it wasn’t just cigarette smoke and cologne as she had guessed.

“Do you want anything?” He asked after removing his shoes, his tall frame moving past her to walk into the small kitchen area. There were plants everywhere— and bookshelves, lined top to bottom with paperbacks. She wondered what he liked to read...

“Water would be good.” She responded, attention moving back to him. A hangover was something she preferred to avoid.

It was just like they were back at the club again, her moving to lean on the counter and him busying himself concocting things behind it— though water was an easy order.

“Thank you.”

The woman said as he placed a glass in front of her, getting a nod from him in response. But instead of him staying where he was he made his way back over to her, pressing his chest into her back. She made no move to reciprocate; she felt him brush her hair aside, his mouth trailing over the revealed skin. His arms wrapped around her waist as she brought the glass to her mouth.

“I hope you don’t mind if I’m also greedy...”

The sudden baritone in his voice made her insides roll and she she shook her head, setting the glass down.

His hands slide under her shirt and she leaned into him as he began to kiss her neck softly— the higher his hands got the hotter and rougher his mouth felt, her breath rising in response. As his fingers gripped at her chest she let out a faint sound, his teeth digging into her skin in response.

“Wait—“

He immediately retracted at her words, and she turned to face him, her expression mischievous.

“Just don’t leave any visible marks— I’m a professional businesswoman, remember.” She told him with a smirk as she unbuttoned her top and shrugged it off before letting him settle back against her.

“Mmmm, you may want to avoid wearing anything white for the next week or two, anyway...”

His voice murmured at her ear before his lips moved back down her throat, teeth trailing her shoulder teasingly.

Still intent on marking her, the man makes his way down her chest to the top curves of her breasts, continuing the work he had started. On his knees now he slides the straps of her bra down, nimble fingers easily unlatching the back and letting the second garment fall to the floor.

Pinned between him and the countertop she can only watch him bruise her chest, hands tangling in his hair for any kind of traction.

“Geto—“

She’s breathless and his eyes flicker up to her, a half grin on his face as his tongue rolls over one of her nipples.

“Hmmm?”

He continues to look at her and she can’t help but look away—

“If you want something you have to tell me, sweetheart.”

The man remarks, causing her face to flush more than it already was. She was good at asking for things... when it came to work. When she was in control of the situation, when she had the upper hand— but she didn’t here... he knew that, and he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

“I want you to take me to bed.”

She finally mutters and his grin widens as he stands, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“That wasn’t so hard, right?”

Her lips purse in annoyance but that’s soon forgotten as he scoops her up into his arms, her fingers gripping into his shirt at the sudden movement.

The tendrils of passing plants glide across her skin as he walks her through the apartment to a room at the back, laying her gently down on the mattress before taking place over her.

Slowly, he kisses at her top and bottom lip individually, then the corner of her mouth— it’s only when her hands tug at the bottom of his shirt does he give in, letting their mouths connect fully again. They break apart for a moment so he can tug the shirt over his head but then he’s all hers again, all lips and teeth and tongue.

His kisses start to move downward once more, but instead of hovering over her chest he trails lower, down to her stomach. In the sporadic spots of moonlight peering through the curtains she watches the tattoos slink across his body in a myriad of colors— a stark contrast of darkness against her own skin. She wants to inspect them, but her mind is too busy focusing on him unbuttoning her pants— and the way his tongue just seems to have to touch every inch of her before he moves lower.

Now she’s just in her underwear and his head is dipping between her legs, his arms spreading them wider to continue his inspection.

Gently, he trails his fingers over the fabric and her eyes again can’t watch anymore— covering her mouth with the back of her hand she hides a soft sound as his kisses resume at her inner thigh. His fingers press a little harder as he rubs her over panties, and though she doesn’t notice, his eyes never leave her face.

“Don’t cover your face. I want to see your expressions...” His fingers stop their stroking and she’s forced to look down at him again, her eyes flashing darkly. But she does as he says, moving her hand back to her side.

“Good.”

He rewards her by giving her more friction and her hips quiver in response. Her expression is a mixture of annoyance and neediness, though obviously the pleasure seems to be winning out. She wasn’t used to being submissive.

Without a warning his fingers slip under the fabric so he can touch her directly and her chest rises sharply, ever more sensitive to all the teasing— sweat begins to glisten on her ribcage and he hums praise as he watches her hands grip at his sheets.

A lewd sound leaves her lips as he slides one digit inside of her, a hand clamping over her mouth once more to quiet herself.

“No, baby, we talked about this—“

His voice is chastising as he moves upward to grab with his free hand her arm, pinning it beside her head. His finger continues to gently stroke inside of her and she groans, teeth digging into her bottom lip.

“You know, you always look so sad when I see you at work— I want to see what you look like when I make you feel good, yeah? I want to get rid of that look—“

He slides another finger inside of her and her eyes roll, his pace quickening to match the needy rhythm of her arching hips.

“You know how many times I’ve just wanted to bend you over the counter, darling? All the times I wanted to fuck the stress right out of you after a long day... I wouldn’t give a shit who was watching.”

She moans, loudly, the mixture of pet names and his low voice only serving to intensify the pleasure. His fingers were long— and he made sure to curl them where it made her twitch most, the soft, wet sounds growing louder as he worked at her.

“Now, be good so I can make you feel even better.”

He gives her a low look before letting her arm go and dipping back down between her thighs. Using his unoccupied hand to spread her folds his tongue glides along till it connects with her clit, another whimper rising into the air.

His tongue stud wasn’t really noticeable when they kissed— and it was barely when he had been kissing her chest. But it was oh-so noticeable as it pressed down on her most sensitive part, every lap of it making her jolt as it glides against her nerves.

He lets out his own, appreciative sound as he presses his face closer between her legs, continuing to finger her as well.

She was going to cum.

It was inevitable. He knew too well already what she liked, and he had so easily taken control of the situation that she was—

Another almost aching sound leaves her throat as she cums on his hand, her breath frantic as she grinds against his face till she’s finished, body trembling as it comes down off the high.

He doesn’t disconnect from her till her hips seize their movement— his face glistening, he seems pleased as he removes his fingers, sticking them into his mouth to remove the excess liquid.

“Fuck.”

Is the only word she can get out as she watches him and he chuckles, using his discarded shirt to wipe off his chin.

“Feeling a little better?” Geto asks as his eyes scan her face, his fingers popping open the button on his jeans.

“A bit.” She responds, her eyes trailing down from his face to watch his hands, closely. His zipper glinted even under the low lights and as he moves to stand she gets another brief view of his inked skin; his back this time, covered in what looked to be some sort of Japanese style monster.

Sliding off his jeans he removes his boxers as well, rummaging in one of his drawers for a moment before returning to her; this time the animals drawn onto his chest eying her as they hit the light.

Back between her legs he rests his dick between her thighs, using a combination of fingers and teeth to rip open the condom wrapper.

She feels her stomach warm, watching the already semi-hard dick settled on her abdomen... if it resting there was any indication, it was going to be a tight fit.

Unable to resist she reaches her hands down to touch it, pressing it closer and letting her own cum coat the sides. She sees him pause; distracted by her new movements. Good.

She continues to grind against him, her hands running along his length and feeling him harden more by the second.

“Can’t wait even for a minute, huh?”

His eyes hooded, he moves back over her, using his own hips to grind his dick harder against her.

“You’re the one who decided that was a good resting spot...” She murmurs, hands cupping his face so she can bring him in for another kiss. A tease as always his grind is slow and methodical, not letting her more eager pace run the show. He was patient.

For a moment, at least.

Sitting up again he moves to slide the condom on— she imagines herself stretching around him just as the latex does and she can’t help but shift wantonly at the thought, wanting him to hurry up.

“Are you ready, honey?”

His tone is dripping with sweetness as he prods at her entrance with the head of his dick; but his face is another story, his tongue flicking out to drag across his bottom lip. A look of pure hunger.

“I think I’ve had enough of the teasing.”

She counters, sitting up— she can see the surprise on his face but it morphs into a half grin as she straddles him, his hands gripping her thighs to help keep her in place. Reaching down and between them her hands reposition his cock back where she wanted it. He hums, something that vibrates from deep in his chest as he feels her sink onto him, her head lolling back as she enjoys the feeling.

His hands slide up her thighs to settle on her ass and his fingertips dig in, teeth once more grazing the skin along her throat.

“Suguru—“

She warns, using his first name to try to express her seriousness, but it falls on deaf ears. With a sharp sounding smack he pushes her the rest of the way down onto him, at the same time his teeth sinking into her neck. She can’t protest— all she can do is gasp as he his hips begin a fast paced rhythm.

“No more fucking back-talking. I just wanna hear you fucking moan—“

His words are muffled against her neck, unabashedly continuing to mark her in various shades of purple and blue.

She could do nothing but oblige, her nails clawing into the skin on the back of his shoulders as she clung to him desperately. He was sloppy, and rough, and needy— he changed the angle of his hips every few strokes to get new sounds out of her, praising her for every one that filled the room.

“Ah-!”

Her whole body jolted as his dick hit a particularly good spot, pleasure arcing like electricity through her limbs.

“There?”

He asks and suddenly she’s on her back again, his hips twisting to try and recreate whatever he had just done.

“You gotta tell me when, baby.”

He presses his forehead against hers and she can only shake her head, panting as she feels her skin cling to his because of all the sweat. Even if she wanted to speak she couldn’t. When was the last time she was fucked like this? Had she EVER—

“FuCK—“

She suddenly jolts again as he hits it again but this time he knows and hits it again and again and again.

“There! There, there—“

Tears leak out of her eyes as he presses her harder down against the bed, his pace, somehow, even more merciless than before.

“Good, good fucking girl.”

Geto laughs, breathlessly as he watches her squirm beneath him, just a mess of tears and sweat and sounds. He can practically feel when she cums again, her insides squeezing him like they wanted to swallow him whole. He lets her catch her breath, her thighs loosening around him as she winds down again, eyes skyward as she pants.

“Are you done pretending to be in charge now?”

He asks huskily, and a faint smile crosses her lips.

“I think I might need a little more for that.”

Her grin is back but his hand is quick to secure itself around her throat in retaliation.

“You don’t have to pretend—“

He murmurs, suddenly sliding his cock out of her, inciting another sound to rise from her throat.

“I know you’re just a fucking pillow princess.”

He growls now, squeezing her neck once more before flipping her over, hoisting her ass up and pressing her head down against the bed. Before she can even think of anything to say back he’s shoving himself back inside of her and her eyes once more are rolling into the back of her head.

“You can leave all the bullshit at work— I know you just want someone to fucking use you. Isn’t that, right? Baby?”

She moans as she feels his fingers intertwine themselves into her hair, arching her back ever higher to give him more leverage.

Of course. Of course, the answer was yes.

He had known from the moment he saw her. Who wants to be in charge all of the time? Her eyes had practically been begging for it.

“Say it.”

She can feel his pace become uneven, his strokes less articulated and more desperate.

“Fucking say it so I can—“

“Of course, of course I want you to just use me, Suguru, so why don’t you just hurry up and—“

She interrupts him and with renewed vigor he slams himself into her again. Her words get lost into the jumble of moans again and her toes curl, her mind unable to tell the difference between the pleasure and the pain of it all. He fucks her relentlessly till he finally reaches his own climax, her body quivering even after he stops.

All she can do is lie there and breath as he presses kisses onto her spine, her body aching and heated under him.

“Feel better now?”

He asks once more and she can only nod faintly, another of his low laughs reaching her ears.

“Look who learned to be quiet~”

[sweetlysick]

Last Torture

(OG Vamp Story/RP Excerpt) (NSFW)

I didn’t know where I was. My mind was so foggy it was hard to recall even an hour ago... had it even been an hour? A day? Days? A week, a month, it wouldn’t matter because it felt like an eternity. I was so cold. I know it couldn’t have been just wherever I was... I remember hearing when you were bleeding out you felt like you were freezing.

Everything around me was stained with my blood. My skin, the blankets, the floor— and every inch of him seemed coated in it. Even with my blurred vision, I knew. Even if I couldn’t see I would have been able to smell it. His tongue was gliding across my abdomen, where more of it had begun to pool. His teeth had sunk into me so many times I couldn’t even feel the bites anymore— I was in a limbo between the pain and whatever high being bitten produced. So, I felt nothing.

More tears pushed their way out of my eyes as I felt the sting of his teeth sinking in again, this time at my hip. The only sound I could produce at this point was raspy breaths as my body lurched. Somehow my hand moved to grip at his hair— where the strength came from, I wasn’t sure. Instead of swatting it away he let out a pleased groan, too intoxicated to even care what I was doing anymore.

Would you believe me, if I said I didn’t hate him? I never had. He scared me... he hurt me. Perhaps it was all the time he had me that made me so disturbed, but I knew this wasn’t who he had been. Before he turned... sometimes I felt I could see who that was. Something had made him this way. Sometimes inflicting others with pain was the only way to try and get rid of your own. I wondered if I thought like this because of his influence or I had really seen something in him. When he slept... he looked like an entirely different person. He looked free.

I could feel my fingers in his mouth now, their grip having faded from his hair and fallen to my side. My body shuddered again as he sucked at where my ring finger had been. Was that all Yoongi would find left of me? Had Jin even left that behind? Even if he found me, even if he somehow did in time, what would he do? I wouldn’t survive this. It was too late. It would be better if he didn’t find me at all... even if I somehow survived, would it be worth living anymore? I was too broken. We were both too broken now, Jin and I. Death was all we had left.

He was crooning something as he moved to hover over me, where his skin brushed mine leaving a burning trail. I didn’t know what he was saying... I felt his nose brush against mine as he leaned down to kiss me, a gesture so soft I barely felt it. He seemed to realize I couldn’t hear him so his lips brushed down my cheekbone and jaw till they rested by my ear.

“How does it feel, dying? It’s been so long since I have I can’t remember.” He asked me softly as I feel his hands glide to caress my neck. I feel each appendage slide around my throat till he’s squeezing, what little air I had before now even less. “I’m going to miss having you like this...” He continues to murmur, his face burrowing into my hair. “But I’m sure I can find other ways to enjoy you once you’re reborn.”

My eyes fluttered, widening, shocked. He laughed, releasing the pressure on my windpipe. “Did you think I was just going to let you die? No, pet... you’re mine. I don’t think you’ve suffered enough for your disloyalty.” I shake my head, lips trying to form words. No. No, he wouldn’t. He said he wouldn’t after the last one... “I’m sure you’ll be much better than my last creation, hm?” No. No... I didn’t want this. Not after I had heard how the transformation happened, how we would become bound— not even with Yoongi had I considered—

“I can’t wait to see all your memories. To see what you really think of me...” His lips are trailing back down to my throat once more. I try to shake my head, but all I can manage was a feeble wobble. “And you know what the first thing I’ll have you do, while my hold on you is still strong?” He paused, his breath hot over my jugular. “I’ll have you kill him. I’ll have you kill him for taking you away from me—“

[sweetlysick]

Summoning

(OG STORY - WitchxDemon P.1)

There was no tension in her body. No nerves sparking. Even in the pitch blackness, the flickering, ghost-like shadows on the stone walls from the few nearly spent candles couldn’t make her pulse quicken with unease. She was the one to be feared— she was the one with all the power here. Her sigil continued to glow hazily on the floor, flickering now and then, in and out sight. She faintly rocked back and forth, eyes half closed as she held her hands out, as if in a position of offering. The woman could feel her magic being pulled down down down, through her sigil, through the floor, like a fishing line into the sea, so deep it went the end of it felt numb and cold. Sometimes she would feel a warmth brush it... but then glide away. There was no rush. She could wait all night, all week, all month. She had heard of witches who waited years for the feeling, for the right touch on the end of their line before the found the one.

Her eyes drifted from the floor to the arched ceilings, seeming eons away from her small form on the floor. No moonlight showered through the churches stained glass windows— it knew better than to spy on her. As if knowing her attention was elsewhere another warm touch drifted across her line of magic... once, twice... a third. Moments later it was grasping it. Power surged through her so suddenly, so strong, she nearly fell forward from the force of it. It was as if she had been sticking her hand out of an icy lake, waiting, patiently, for someone to grasp it and finally someone had. They felt like fire—

Swiftly she was on her feet, pulling back at the surge of energy on the end of her line. This was it. This was right— the magic continued to fly through her, urging her to accept it, to pull it to the surface and embrace it. It was intoxicating, perfect, and unbearable all at once— this had to be it. This was the one. Her chanting started up again, her words telling her own magic to work harder to pull the being on the end of the line up. Her sigil flashed crimson, and blue, and electric purple and colors her eyes and mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Then like a spring breaking through rock the being emerged, and emerged and emerged. They did not stop till they reached the ceiling, their horns breaking rock and feet shaking the foundations of the building, their wings feeling as if they could cause storms—

Blood rained down on her from its body, into her eyes and mouth as it spoke to her in a language that was heard through her bones and she couldn’t help but gasp for air as the feeling constricted her lungs. She did not waver a moment in commanding the being to bow to her, to kneel before her and submit to her power. There was no fear in her eyes as it peered down at her, its tawny gaze going straight through her skull and down into her soul, ready to devour. But it did not fight her as she thought it would— instead it succumbed, feeding her its magic as it began to shrink back down. It wanted this. It wanted to be one with her. The feeling made her whole body shake, barely able to contain what it fed her but also wanting to swallow it all whole.

It shrunk and shrunk and shrunk till it was the size of a man, still looming but able to face her. Her magic strands glowed green and gold as they stuck to the demons skin, sinking into every bit of its flesh so they could to tether the two together. It spoke to her again, this time its voice reverberating off the walls,

“I have answered your call.”

She watched his horns and scales and wings retreat, his body cracking and forming into something new. Something vaguely human but still too hauntingly terrifying and beautiful to be mistook for one. His hair was dark, shaggy, his eyes changing from piercing blue to neon yellow, his skin not seeming to be able decide whether it wanted to be black as brimstone or the palest white. He stepped closer, even as her strands dug deeper into his being with every step.

“What is my name?”

He questioned her, his teeth sharp and clacking. She couldn’t look away, not even for a moment, not even if she had wanted to.

“Ayden.” She answered, her voice unwavering.

“I accept.”

And then the air went quiet as a grave. Her magic faded, his, which just moments before had been coursing through her veins receded just as quickly as the tide. Where her sigil once was, was only a cracked and broken floor. The candles oozed red with the mix of hot wax and blood, and she could feel it running over her bare feet. The taste of iron was strong in her mouth and her eyes still stung.

He watched her silently, as she slowly collected her senses back. The blood was his, she realized. It ran down his chest and arms, slashes across his thighs and face still fresh. His skin hissed and bubbled as it healed. Watching her gaze he spoke,

“I was not the only one who wanted to answer your call.”

For the first time emotion flickered in her eyes— but so quickly not even he could tell what.

“How many others?” She questioned.

“Very many.” He responded as his claws flexed at his sides.

She stepped forward. There was no hesitation— there was no barrier between them anymore. If he decided to reject their newfound bond and slash her throat he could. Pressing a hand to one of the deepest of his wounds she looked up at him,

“Then you must be strong.”

“A demon will only partner with a witch of equal power, my lady.” He said, his breath warm on her face as he watched her magic pulse through her fingertips and into his skin. His wound was gone in moments.

“Then quite a pair we will make, my demon.”

[sweetlysick]

Bonds

(OG STORY - WitchxDemon P.2)

There was nothing simple about having a demon partner. Luckily for her, she had been able to watch two pairings flourish in her household— that of her sister, and her brother. Her sister’s demon was elegant, delicate and almost snake-like in her features and the way she would always appear to be curling around her sisters form. The closer you were to your demon, emotionally, physically, mentally, the stronger your magic would grow, or so was said. Her sister had always been close with her demon— there was love between them, and her flushed cheeks this morning proved it. Many witches ended up having their demons as not only partners, but lovers. Why try to understand another human when you had another being essentially sharing your essence already? It was basically akin to having a soulmate.

Her brother and his demon were not as close. They formed more of a brotherly bond... still strong, but she could tell between them there were still reservations. Whether those with time would go away, she doubted. Her brother was never one to be very open. His demon was tall and inky, transparent as one might assume a ghost might be. His eyes glowed as opals in the sun and he spoke in a soft, wispy voice.

All demons specialized in different things: her sisters demon had always had a way with healing, while her brothers seemed to be more useful when it came to spells.

Ayden, as far as she could tell, seemed to favor battle.

Perhaps feeling she was thinking about him his eyes caught hers from across the table. Today he had chosen a rather human form, tall and slender and pale. His eyes were pitch black though, and impossible to read. Ayden had always made his intentions crystal clear, and even now he let his urges glide across the room and cloud her head. He wanted her, every single breath and drip of magic and curve of flesh— but she shut him out with a blink of her eyes, turning her gaze elsewhere. She was no fool. Giving in to your demons urges too early and without trust was how you became possessed or lost your soul. Perhaps that was why her brother kept his distance from his demon— he felt his intentions were not in his favor. Unfortunately if that were the case, there was nothing he could do about. The only way to break a bond was death.

Getting up from the table she felt Ayden gracefully do the same, ever dutiful as he followed her out of the dining hall and into the garden. Her ghost, her shadow. Always only a step behind.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked as they entered a more shaded section of the garden, the sunlight through the leaves dappling their skin like a leopards.

She paused, turning to look at him and with a tilt of her head answering. “Whether my brothers demon is truly loyal to him or not.” It was a mostly true answer, after all.

He grinned, his teeth as sharp as ever. “I wonder the same. The way they feel... there is something between them. Something sharp.”

“But not between us?” She asked, curious of his answer.

“Oh no,” He murmured, taking one step closer so he could brush a hand through her curls. “No, we could meld like fire and ice.”

His touch was not something she often allowed, as their bond was still new, but... it felt proper. As if it was supposed to happen in this moment, as if it were prophesied.

“Fire and ice don’t meld— they melt. They destroy each other.” She countered, his hand continuing to glide through her hair as they watched each other.

He shook his head, leaning in closer so she could hear his whisper over the breeze that rustled the branches above them. “They must destroy the other to become one. There is no other way for them to be together.”

He was close enough that she would barely have to reach out to touch his face, his nails gliding across her scalp as his fingers dug deeper into her locks. Soft, yearning, and with every intention not to let go.

For a moment, for the briefest moment she felt herself waver under his influence, his need for her so achingly deep she felt pulled in as if his presence were a tidal pool, growing and growing as the seconds passed—

“Ayden.” Her voice held a warning, her fingers gripping around the wrist that had so sweetly been tangling its fingers in her hair. She could feel the pressure on the back of her neck, the most gentle of touches now, trying to pull her forward and closer to him. Into his embrace, against his body, so he could engulf and—

He instantly sunk to one knee, his hand retreating back to his side and his face looking to the ground. “Forgive me, my lady. I am still not tempered enough to resist you.”

Her skin felt hot, sticky as if she stood next to an open flame. Her heartbeat stuttered, unsure of its own rhythm and she cleared her throat softly to make sure her voice would come out clear. “Then you must try harder.”

What he did not know is she also had to try harder. Much harder, to resist him.

[sweetlysick]

Nice To Meet You

(OG CHARI - HP AU P.1)

When you were used to people staring at you, it got easier to distinguish what each stare meant. I mean, most people could tell if someone was glaring angrily or looking at them with admiration. But it was the small nuances; was that glare one of jealousy, or one of annoyance? Was the admiration because they wanted to be you, or be with you? Recognizing those made it a lot easier to choose who to avoid. Avoiding was usually the goal. There were very few people I wanted to know and majority I already did.

“You’re being stared at.” Rielle hushed under her breath as her quill continued to scribble on her parchment, eyes mostly glued to Professor Tepes as he lectured on jinxes. I tried to catch her eye so she could show me who— but she just smirked faintly, nodding her head to our right to tell me to look for myself. I sighed, pursing my lips because that would require effort. I guess I wasn’t really paying attention anyway; jinxes were something my parents made sure to drill deep into my brain. This was a doodling class.

Well, it wasn’t a girl. Nearly every females eyes were glued to the front, paying more attention to the way the professors lips were moving than what he was saying. It was hard not to be ‘hot for teacher’ when he was a dhampir who had prettier hair than you. Hmmmm... ah. My eyes came to rest on a Gryffindor who was taking no precautions whatsoever to hide his gaze. With his arms crossed he was leaning on his desk, not paying attention at all, and appeared to be rolling what I assumed was a tooth pick between his teeth.

He gave me a faint grin as I finally noticed him. I returned the look with a raised brow, unimpressed. His stare told me everything I needed to know, and that was that he would have loved to be under my desk, crawling up my skirt right now. I was almost impressed with how unabashedly blatant he was. Almost. He was handsome in a sort of sly way, his jaw chiseled and his teeth almost too perfect to be real. He was tall, and built as I am sure he wanted everyone to know from his almost too tight sweater. Probably a quidditch player. They were always cocky.

He seemed to enjoy my inspecting him, his eyes never leaving my face as I looked him head to toe. I did recognize him... but couldn’t place his name. I didn’t exactly hang around many Gryffindor’s, let alone ones that were quidditch players. When my eyes came to rest back on his face he winked— to which I instinctively rolled my eyes at before turning back to the front.

You glanced at me with amusement, delighted by my equally un-amused face. Reaching over you quickly wrote something onto my parchment; Wonho Lee. Now, that did ring a bell... definitely a quidditch player. One of the very popular ones if I remembered correctly, the kind that had a following that squealed as he passed and made chants up for him at games. Gross, I wrote beneath the name and you sniggered under your breath.

-

“Are you coming back to the dorm with me?” Rielle asked as we exited the classroom.

“Nah. I’ve got a test in Herbology next period, so I should probably study a bit so I don’t bomb it.” I groan and she shakes her head at me chidingly.

Making our way through the throng of students we finally reach the door, pausing outside of it. “Your new beau is coming to say hi.” Her eyes glittered as she looked behind me, my grimace immediate. “Meet for lunch, okay?” She tittered before quickly waving and dashing off.

Yes, leave me to the shark why don’t you?

“You know, I’ve been trying to get your attention all week.” His voice was just as deep and teasing as I had imagined it to be, as he spoke up from behind me.

Glancing at him over my shoulder— god he really was tall. Was he part mountain troll??? Sheesh. Starting to walk I reply, “Well congratulations, you’ve succeeded. Want a gold star? An autograph???” I finish languidly. I wasn’t going to give him even the satisfaction of looking at him. He wasn’t the first boy to think he was hot shit and that I would just roll over for him; I would nip this in the bud now and be done with it.

“I mean, I bet I could make pretty good cash off an autograph. I saw you duel last Tuesday, it was pretty impressive.”

Ahhh, so that’s how this started. Usually the dueling club’s sessions were closed to non-members, but since it was a new year our first session was open so people who were interested could see how we worked.

���If you’re looking to join, I’m not the captain anymore.” Out of the corner of my eye I see him move to walk beside me, his hands in his pockets. People were starting to stare, too. Uhg. This was going to be all over the Quibbler now.

“I’m probably busy enough with Quidditch,” He paused, probably waiting for me to gasp and grovel at his feet but I simply continued to beeline for the library. Take a hint dude, take a hint— “but I wouldn’t mind seeing more of you.”

There it was.

I stop suddenly, so suddenly he almost doesn’t notice and has to stop ahead of me. “Listen,” I finally meet his eyes, hoping mine feel as cold and my voice as deadpan as I want them to be. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend. You’re better off trying to date one of your groupies.”

He grinned. A wide, toothy smile that made him even more attractive than felt fair. “Who said I was trying to be your boyfriend?”

Stunned, I stand stock still as he moves to stand in front of me. No one had ever been THIS ballsy. The scent of whatever aftershave, or cologne he was wearing hit my nose pleasantly, lulling me into another silence as I tried to place it. Pine? Sage??

The hall was suddenly quiet— when had everybody left?

“We don’t have to be that serious... I think it might be better for both of us. Less complicated. ” He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at me, his fingers cupping my chin to tilt my face upward towards his. “Think about it.”

He let me go before I could react. Before I could think of something scalding to say, before I could slap his hand away. He left me in a complete stupor like I had never been before. His hand waved as he walked away, before sliding back into his pockets as he turned a corner and was gone.

Who the FUCK was this Wonho Lee?

[sweetlysick]

Merry Christmas

(OG CHARI - HP AU P.2) (NSFW)

Wonho didn’t bother me really after that. He would throw me a look every now and then, if we passed each other. But really I didn’t see him much; we only had one class together and I wasn’t the type to go watch the quidditch matches, even when Rielle insisted it would be fun. No. No, it would give him too much satisfaction, even if he saw me in the Slytherin stands. I knew even if he didn’t see me, he’d find out. Gossip was wildfire here.

I hated that I couldn’t stop thinking about the incident. I chalked to up to me being pissed off, but Rielle was right that nobody had ever talked to me that way. It was almost... refreshing? Not that I would ever say that out loud.

It was almost winter break now, and in celebration for the end of exams a group of upperclassman had decided to throw a sort of party. Now, Hogwarts is notorious for being an awful place to do anything fun; most couples ended up having to find restricted areas to hang out in, and it was nearly impossible to find a place for a loud group of teens to be. The Room of Requirement was policed like crazy now; you were lucky to even get in by yourself.

After the battle of Hogwarts many secrets got spilled to students. Those students were now parents and grandparents, who of course loved to brag. An area that wasn’t really watched over still was the Shrieking Shack. Why? It was hard to get to, once occupied by Voldemort, and with all the talks about people dying in it and it being haunted the teachers assumed we were smart and afraid enough to stay away.

We weren’t. It was the perfect place to party.

It was probably after midnight now as I lounged next to the remains of the bonfire erected outside the shack, a nearly empty cup of mead in my hand. I was tipsy, enough to be in a good mood but not enough to be too wobbly on my feet. It was cold; not snowing anymore, but there was still a layer of it on the ground.

Rielle had left about a half hour ago complaining she ‘missed Taehyung and wanted to go see him’. I had protested loudly, but I knew there was no stopping her. I couldn’t believe that kid still didn’t realize she was practically in love with him.

Sighing, I close my eyes and settle deeper into my coat, the faint sounds of laughter and singing still reaching my ears. Most people had paired up and left, or were still inside the shack doing... what drunk teens do best. I was glad I couldn’t hear that.

“Hey, duel girl.” The crunch of snow underfoot let me know someone was heading this way, but the voice made my skin prickle. My eyes drifted open, and tilting my head back I saw none other than— “Quidditch boy.” I replied, turning my face back towards the fire. Just as big and annoyingly handsome as I remembered.

“Can I join you?” He asked though he was already making his way to sit next to me.

“If I said no would you leave?” I snorted as I took another sip of my drink.

“Of course.” He actually paused, waiting for my word.

Oh?

Lucky for him, I was in a good mood. “ I was kidding; free country.” I pat the empty spot next to me as an olive branch, hiding my surprise at his response.

“I heard you kicked ass again in the tournament; sorry I couldn’t see it.” Wonho makes small talk as he settles next to me. Wow, he was really blocking the wind and everything. I wasn’t about to complain.

“Ahhh, yes, too busy hitting balls in the sky?” I hear him chuckle as I reply, a faint smile crossing my own lips. I had heard the final match against Slytherin had been close but Gryffindor won in the end; his name rang constantly in the halls for days after. Rielle found it endlessly amusing to see my reactions.

“It’s one of the few things I’m good at~ we can’t all be like you, golden girl.” He nudges me and I give him a weak glare, trying to ignore the heat creeping up my neck. It was just the alcohol—

“Haven’t heard that one before...” I finally can’t help but let my eyes wander over to him. He was well bundled up, a thick scarf around his neck and gloves on his hands. No hat though, his hair messy and faintly damp from the snow earlier.

Catching my gaze he shrugs, “You’re beautiful, and smart, and talented. That’s the golden ratio, right?” He says these things with the most matter of fact tone and my mouth can’t help but gape at him.

But then I laugh, spilling the remains of my drink into the snow. “Is this your new tactic to win me over?” I chortle at the sky, the tipsiness fueling my amusement.

“You still haven’t told me no.” His voice seems to bring me back down to reality and our eyes lock again. The tension felt like it was pulling my spine taut— his eyes wander over my face and he leans forward, close, but not too close.

He was waiting.

My heart pounds loudly in my chest and my brain fumbles for how to react. Was it wrong to want it? It could have just been the mead urging me on— but before my head can settle on a logical decision my body does what it wants and moves in closer.

I don’t even make it all the way, my nose bumping into his before he closes the gap and his lips are on mine. He’s warm and he tastes like peppermint with a tang of whiskey at the end. Soft but firm, his hands move to steady me as my eagerness threatens to topple us both over into the snow.

If only Rielle could see me now... I’d never hear the end of it.

I don’t know how long it lasts but when we part our breath fogs the air between us, and it feels like adrenaline is pumping through every inch of me. I’m acutely aware of his hands on my waist as he watches me, my brain once more going a mile a second.

“Do you want to stop?” He makes sure to catch my eyes again as he asks, perhaps seeing the inner turmoil painted across my face.

No. No, I really didn’t want to. My brain had decided I didn’t really give a fuck after all.

I shake my head, “I want more.” the heated look crossing his face as I reply making my stomach turn and warmth flood my body.

He’s rougher now, his teeth tugging at my lips and I can’t help but moan softly against him— every reaction he seems to feed off of. My hands find purchase on one of his thighs, steadying myself as I get even more lost in the moment.

More.

I drag us both to our feet but it still takes time for us to part— taking him by the hand I lead him back toward the shack. I made fun of every fucking couple I had seen come in here, but here I was. Not caring. No shame. None at all.

Once we get inside it’s a blur— stumbling, feeling for walls, his hands making their own way under my layers of clothes. Somehow his lips make it to my neck and I melt, stopping to steady myself on yet another wall, lost in the feeling. There’s no way he’s not leaving marks and I whimper into the frigid air but it only edges him on. He groans appreciatively at the sound, his groin pressed firmly into the small of my back. He’s hard and all I want to do is touch him, but he keeps me pinned there, squirming.

More. More.

I’m laid out on top of all our winter clothes, the faint light sneaking through the cracks of the wooden walls our only illumination. He’s above me, tossing his shirt to the side— but before I even have time to admire the view he’s over me, pressing kisses against my chest. One of his hands moves to hover over my abdomen, his fingertips feeling for the edge of my underwear— and then he stops.

Confused, I try to find his face in the low light. “We can stop- anytime you want.” He assures me with the same even, honest tone he used earlier. If only he knew that made me want to fuck him a hundred times more.

“Not unless you really want to piss me off.” I mutter and I hear him laugh, our lips finding each other’s again. His fingers continued their descent and I rise my hips up eagerly to greet them, begging for friction. He rubs so gently it’s infuriating and my every effort is thwarted as he holds me in place. Teasing, enjoying every moment of my frustration. I can feel his dick twitch against my thigh and I’m going crazy.

“Please.”

My soft pleading makes him pause, lips coming to brush against mine.

“Please what?”

Fire shoots across my skin at his question and I’m silent for a moment, wondering whether or not to give in. I was weak.

“Please put something inside me, for fucks sake.”

“Good girl.”

Satisfied, he pushes aside my panties and slides two of his fingers easily into me. A moan of relief fills the air as he curls them expertly, my thighs already trembling from all the built up anticipation.

“Good girl,” He says again at my ear as my hips grind to match his steady rhythm, my own fingers gripping tightly into his hair. I could feel myself dripping all over his hand and down my ass— it didn’t take him long to find my sweet spot and I can feel the warmth spreading inside from his touch. It wasn’t fair he was already going to make me cum and I hadn’t gotten to touch him.

Untangling my fingers from his hair I glide my hands down his chest, reaching for what I could still feel rubbing against my thigh. He makes no move to stop me this time and I eagerly slip under the band of his boxers to hold it with both of my hands. Shit, he was big.

I dig my teeth into my bottom lip as he hides his face against my neck, groaning, but still keeping pace with his fingers inside of me.

I can feel precum oozing from his tip and I smile into the darkness as I work it around, feeling his breath shudder as I do. I guess he also liked to make himself wait.

“Lay back.” I say, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. It takes us a minute to detach but he does and I move to hover over him, adjusting till I’ve got his cock pressing against my entrance.

His expression is so raw I wish I could take a snapshot for a rainy day... every little nuance of expression as I squeeze him inside of me may be almost as good as he feels. Feeling a faint resistance from my body he places his hands on my hips, slowing me. “Slow, baby. Take your time.” He’s watching closely, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed.

But I didn’t want to wait. I press my full weight down and he’s all the way in—

“Fuck... fuck.” He curses at the ceiling and his fingers dig into my hips. It wasn’t painful but it was tight— I could feel him still twitching. I could already imagine how sore I would be.

Wanting to hear more I roll my hips for him, and he curses again, softly. I pick up my pace and his hands work with my hips, guiding me. “You’re so tight... so fucking tight. Do you like when I stretch you out?”

My thighs squeeze him and I can only nod because I’m so fucking close without barely doing anything— he must be able to tell because he uses his own hips to help keep pace now, my own faltering.

“Cum, baby. Cum—“ He pants and I muffle my own noises against his chest as he pounds into me. Fireworks, stars, whatever the fuck— I’m hit with waves and all I can do is feel it, gasping. I barely have time to get ahold of myself when he starts thrusting again, and I mewl pitifully against him, everything still sensitive. I hear him moan once more and then his dick slides out of me, cum coating both his and my stomach as he finishes.

We lay there, panting, for I don’t know how long. I feel his hand stroke my head and I relax, letting us both come down from our high.

When we rise we take our time cleaning ourselves off, putting our clothes back on. It doesn’t feel awkward or strange and the silence is comfortable. He keeps a hand on my back to guide me as we make our way yet again through what seems like a maze of walls and doors.

The icy air actually felt nice as we walked out, helping to bring down my risen temperature. We stop by the bonfire again and I eye him as he stretches, his expression seeming content. Show off.

“Your nose is all red.” He remarks as he turns back to me, unfurling his scarf and before I could protest wrapping it around me. He laughs as he sees my disdained expression from over the folds, “What, you’d rather be Rudolph?” the teasing never ending.

“You’re lucky I’m all out of spunk.” I grumble and he snorts.

“Unlikely. Do you want me to walk you back?” He offers but I shake my head.

“Getting by the willow is easier if you’re by yourself.” I remind and he shrugs nonchalantly. Again, before I can react he leans in to kiss me— and I can’t help but reciprocate, our lips lingering.

Shit. You caught feelings already?

“Keep the scarf— you can give it back next time you see me.” He says and I open my mouth to try and protest once more but he’s already walking away, his long strides putting distance between us.

“Have a merry Christmas!” He grins over his shoulder at me, once again waving as he leaves.

“Merry Christmas.” I murmur at his retreating form.

I had really fucked up, hadn’t I?

[sweetlysick]

Eyes For You

(OG CHARI - HP AU P.3) (NSFW)

The girl laughed, brushing a lock of hair over her shoulder after whatever he said. Wonho was grinning, and obviously engrossed in the conversation as his eyes never seemed to leave her face.

“You okay over there?” Rielle asks from where she sits next to me, her eyes darting from the scene in front of us then back to me.

I was watching this all unfold from over the rim of my drink, legs crossed and expression... probably more bothered than I would have liked. It was a lot harder to be chill when you had alcohol in your system. I wasn’t jealous. I was not. It was just— annoying.

The girl moved up onto her tiptoes to tell him something, her hands on his chest to keep her balance. She wobbled, and his arm circled her waist to steady her and I saw her laugh.

Uhg. I’d almost rather her just stick her tongue down his throat at this point.

“You mad she’s trying real hard to hop on your pony?” My friend asked again and I could hear the laughter bubbling in the back of her throat.

I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts, “It’s more the mating display that’s making me want to vomit.” and I hear her finally laugh, tossing her head back.

“It’s okay to be jealous~ nobody REALLY likes to share.” She hums as I throw back the rest of my drink. The two lovebirds start to leave the room, but not before I see his hand go for her ass.

Alright, there was no way I WASN’T supposed to see that.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes, okay? I’m gonna get another drink.”

“Oooooh~” Rielle raises her eyebrows at my expression, knowing me well enough to see something was about to go down.

I wasn’t gonna make a scene— I just was maybe... going to stir the pot a little.

I was sure they had just gone to get drinks, so I would have to avoid that area for the time being. Now, who would make a good accomplice? I ran through the list of all the people I had seen tonight, and— ah. Before I can even finish out of the gloom a see a familiar silhouette, smoke drifting around their countenance.

“Hey, Guk. You busy right now?” I plop between him and another one of his friends on the couch where his group was lounging. It was a little nostalgic— once upon a time this was where I usually would have gone to hang out.

“Long time no see. What’s up?” He gives me a lazy smile as he takes another puff of his cigarette. We had fucked around, probably a year back. No bad blood. I couldn’t really remember why we stopped... probably both moved onto greener pastures.

“I was just wondering if I could maybe use you for a minute or two~ I’ll owe you one.” I try to sound as charming as possible and he chuckles, moving to put his cigarette out.

“Trying to make somebody mad, huh?” He stands, offering me a hand and as I accept he tugs me up to stand beside him. Yeesh, was it that obvious?

“Not TOO mad— but he did start it.” I pout and he laughs again, shaking his head.

“I’m just glad it’s not me.” He says, gesturing for me to lead the way. I take his hand again and weave us in and out of the throngs of partygoers, my eyes scanning each room for our target. Of course, they were right where I thought they would be, shots in hand. Wonho could never turn down a shot.

I found a good spot across the way, a wall not too far from them and turned around, pressing my back against it. Was it bad I found this suddenly so amusing?

“Are there... any limits I need to know about?” Yongguk asks as he closes the gap between us, the familiar press of his body sparking my hormones. Why had I stopped sleeping with him again???

“You have free reign.” I smirked, my arms coming to rest around his neck as I moved in to kiss him. It was a lot easier than I had expected; maybe a little too easy. He already knew what I liked and his tongue knew exactly how to move against mine— my hands run up, over the shaved part at the back of his head to grip in his hair.

It felt good. Maybe I felt a little too good, because I let his hands slide up under my shirt to run up along my sides and squeeze my chest. I hadn’t planned to make it THAT much of a scene, but—

I break away from him, keeping our heads close as if we naturally stopped for air. His hands accordingly move back down to rest at my waist. So polite.

“How was that?” He asks as he watches my eyes dart in the direction where Wonho had been standing.

I immediately lock eyes with him. He was making no effort to even pretend he wasn’t looking at me— and I could see his jaw was tense. There was no sign of whoever that girl had been, either.

“I think that was a job well done.” I laugh faintly and press another quick kiss to his lips before we detangle ourselves. “Thank you~”

“My pleasure. You know where to find me if it doesn’t work out.” Yongguk also throws Wonho a side glance as he presses a kiss to the back of my hand before disappearing back into the crowd.

That, was how you made someone jealous. I bet he wouldn’t think of grabbing someone’s fucking ass in front of me again— and now Wonho was making a beeline for me.

I felt pride. Maybe a sick sort of pride, but I didn’t regret it. I dart into the next room, then the next— I pass Rielle, who gives me a confused look but as soon as she sees who’s following me I see her shake her head, amusement in her eyes. I don’t slow until I enter a quieter area of the party; then I let him catch up to me.

“What the hell was that?” The pure aggravation in his tone was so blatant I almost wanted to laugh.

I turn to him as he pauses behind me; oh, he was mad. His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol but his eyes were blazing, and I could now see even better the stressed tick in his jaw.

“What? Did that bother you?” I keep my voice low and cool even as my libido roars into life— I don’t think I’d ever seen him this angry.

Before I have time to react he’s backed me up against another wall, in a very similar position to the one I was in just minutes ago.

“Did it bother me?” He laughs, something low and throaty. His heat radiates against me and I now remember why it was hard to fuck anyone else— he wasn’t even doing anything to me and yet I wanted him so bad it was the only thing my brain could focus on. Literally one look and I was ready. It wasn’t like that with anyone else.

He shifts his hips against me and my breath hitches as I feel how he’s already hard— “Yes. You know why?” His eyes are hooded now and he turns my face to the side so his lips can brush my ear, his voice low, “Because there’s no way that guy could fuck you nearly good enough.”

My teeth sink into my lip as his hand moves from my chin to wrap around my throat. My whole body throbs as he grinds his hips against mine, keeping his face just out of reach, watching every tiny change of expression on my face.

My hands reach out to feel him but he stops me. “No. You can wait.” He murmurs, kissing at my top lip but not letting me have anything more.

I had created a monster.

We moved to a side room, where he laid me down on a couch. My shirt was off and then my bra, his hands moving to pin mine over my head as he let his tongue glide around one of my nipples, my thighs squeezing his sides as I squirmed underneath him.

“Don’t move.” He ordered as he released my hands, taking my breasts in both of his. His eyes never left my face, but I looked to the ceiling, my body arching to get any kind of friction from him.

He bit down, hard, just above my ribs and I let out a gasp. “I said don’t move.”

Breathing hard, I steadied myself as best I could. He had been rough before, but nothing like this. Had it made him that upset? Or was he just playing along???

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

At my question his eyes flicker to me, his mouth still busy leaving marks on my torso every time I twitched under him.

“The girl.” I clarify, and I know before he can even respond. He was never good at lying. I laugh and he sits up, expression dark and unresponsive.

I sit up too, facing him, a smile dancing across my lips as I wrap the end of his tie around my hand. Tugging him closer I let one of my hands rest on his groin and he closes his eyes briefly at the touch. He was seething, but he had been caught.

“Did you want me to be mad? Was that gonna turn you on?” I hum at him and his silence continues to make me want to push farther. His hands ball into fists at his sides as I continue to stroke him through his pants, my fingers toying with his zipper.

“But instead you got hard watching me with someone else.”

I feel his breath hot on my mouth and he sighs softly as I do finally release the button and pull down the zipper on his slacks.

“Did you imagine him fucking me?”

This seems to snap him out of whatever stupor he was in and his mouth finds mine roughly, pushing me down once more so he can settle over me. His actions feel needy, almost desperate as he removes my skirt and quickly after my panties. Without even removing his pants he pulls his cock out of his pants and lets it drag between my legs, my body shuddering in response.

His mouth is on my neck now, my lips sore as I feel one of his hands in my hair, tugging my head to the side roughly.

“No. No one else gets to fuck you.” He presses the head of his cock against my entrance as he growls into my throat, a groan of my own leaving my lips as he doesn’t move any further.

“You fucking hear me?” His hold on my hair tightens as his teeth tug at my ear, pressing his dick in deeper, but barely. I whimper and try to push myself onto it but he continues to hold me in place.

“Say it.”

But I can only whimper, my insides throbbing unbearably as they also beg me to get him to fuck them. He pulls out and I shake my head, now the desperate one.

“Wonho—“

My heated tone seems to get his attention and I feel his cock twitch against my thigh as he moves to press our noses together.

“I won’t let you have it until you say it.”

If I could cum just from words I would have then and there, but I can’t and every moment is more unbearable than the last. I can see in his eyes he wants it just as bad, but his pride won’t let him.

Fine.

“It’s only yours, baby—“ I say breathlessly but before I can even finish he slams his full length into me and I cry out, nails raking at his back. His pace is hard and my head lolls, eyes rolling back. One of his hands moves to cover my mouth as I can’t control the sounds that echo out of me. I can hear him pant at my ear, I feel the sweat rolling off him and tears leak out of my eyes.

The pleasure rolling over me in waves was indescribable. I could only let him use me, and I was fine with that. I was his. I didn’t want it to ever stop, I—

“You feel so... perfect. Nothing feels better than you under me, I—“ He’s murmuring to me, but I can only hear half of it. “Your pussy is heaven.”

I can only moan in response, my fingernails sinking deeper into his skin. I don’t know if I came one time, or five. It felt like he fucked me forever, like he would never stop— but then I feel his hips stutter, and he lets out one last aching sound before slamming the whole length of his dick in as far as it would go.

My legs hug his sides, keeping him inside as he cums and he can barely hold himself over me as he finishes, gasping like he just ran a marathon.

I can feel both our bodies trembling and his face nuzzles against my collarbone, too spent too do anything but breathe. I can see blood streak his back from where my hands were, and he twitches faintly as I touch there.

“We’re gonna both need some aftercare.” I say, my voice faintly hoarse and he rumbles with a laugh over me. I feel him press a kiss to my chest and I close my eyes, letting us both come back to reality.

[sweetlysick]

Hold My Heart

(OG CHARI - HP AU P.4) (Fluff/Angst)

It was so warm... but the kind that made you feel like you were just floating, never wanting to move or the temperature to change. A familiar smell hits my nose, pleasant, sharp and earthy— something moves under my head and my eyes flicker open, confused.

“Sorry.” Wonho apologizes, his face looking down at me from where I’m using his arm as a pillow. His arm was curled around my back, tucking me tight against him as his hand came to rest on my side.

“I fell asleep?” I question hazily even though I obviously had.

“Mhmmmm.” He mumbles, using his other hand to tuck some stray hairs behind my ear. I make a face, feeling how they had been stuck to my cheeks— I must have been out hard.

He chuckles and I hide my face against his chest, groaning at how not attractive I’m sure that looked.

Wait.

What time was it?

I bolt half up, panic hitting me because we had classes in the morning and I had to get back to—

“It’s only midnight, don’t worry.” He easily pushes me back down into my laying position and I groan, letting him pull the covers back over me. I feel him scootch downward so he can lay next to me properly, his lips pressing against my cheek. Then my forehead, then my chin— he doesn’t stop and I squirm, but he hugs me tighter.

Even when I kick at him he just laughs.

“Just give in, it’s easier~” He croons, now wrapping his legs around me so I am completely and fully stuck against him.

“I can’t breathe!” I say in a muffled whine, still refusing to reveal my face to him.

“I can wait.” I feel him shrug and start to hum a tune— I believe it was one of the quidditch chants. Of course.

I last maybe thirty seconds before I do pop my face out and as soon as I do he smashes his lips on mine, bashing our noses together. We both squawk with pain but then burst into laugher. We both laugh till I can see tears pricking at the corners of his eyes and my stomach aches.

“You’re the worst.” I huff once I finally can breathe again, giving his leg a pinch.

“You like it~” Unphased by the pinch he pulls me in for a kiss again, this time a proper one. It’s slow, and sweet— he takes his time feeling each of my lips between his, his tongue caressing. I can’t help but press closer for more and he cups my face with a hand, his thumb stroking my cheek. Instead of feeling my libido, I can feel my heart pound— I’m acutely aware of his other hand rubbing at my back and how he pulls one of my legs between his.

Happy. Was the feeling my heart was pumping through me happiness?

But before I could relish in it, my brain steps in. It reminds me what happened the last time I thought this, the last time I let someone make me feel happy. That gash still ran deep inside of me. Even now I could feel it bleeding. Poisoning me.

I pull away from him slowly, almost reluctantly, to get my brain to stop.

His eyes search my face, knowing something was wrong. I may have been bad about expressing myself but I knew my face wasn’t good at hiding anything.

“What is it?” He asks gently. He runs a thumb over my lips and I close my eyes, trying to calm down. But the longer I laid with him like this the harder my brain and heart fought.

He doesn’t stop me as I sit up and pull away from him, trying to save face with a smile.

“I just know I should probably go, you’ve got practice in the morning.” I slip myself out from under his covers and begin to gather my clothes. He doesn’t say anything but I can feel his eyes on me the whole time I get dressed. I know he wanted to say something, but I wished he wouldn’t.

Pulling my last sock on I finally manage to look at him again. He’s sitting on the bed, his legs over the side so his feet are planted on the floor— his brow is creased and I can almost see the thoughts swimming in his head.

“I’m sorry.” I say, not able to keep eye contact as I apologize.

“For what?” He really does sound confused as he answers.

My throat aches. The poisonous feeling has reached there now and threatens everything will fall apart if I say the wrong thing.

“I know I can be... strange.” I managed to mumble.

“You’re not strange.” His reply is so quick my heart stutters with the intensity from it.

“I just... every time it feels right to try to be closer to you, I feel like I just end up hurting you.”

I stare down at my feet, watching my toes curl as his words sink into me. Pain. I felt pain, real, like I had just been stabbed. It spread through my chest and I felt it ooze all the way down through my fingertips. Just like poison.

“It isn’t you, Wonho. There’s just a lot... a lot wrong with me.” The pain is in my voice too, now. I want to run. I wanted to fucking run so far away from here, but something also keeps me rooted to the spot.

“What happened?” He asks, softly.

The poison was overwhelming. There’s a tightness in my chest and I start to feel like my lungs can’t cope with my breathing anymore. I try to breathe deeper, but they reject it. I settle onto my knees, trying to calm down but all I can think about is the past and what happened and how much it hurt—

“_____.” His voice is far away but I see his form make its way towards me.

I shake my head but I can’t speak, my breath leaving through my mouth in gasps.

“You’re having a panic attack, baby. It’s okay. It will go away, but it’s going to suck for a minute.” He’s squatting next to me, a hand moving to stroke my head softly.

Tears blur my eyes as fear seems to encapsulate everything and I let out a weak sob, unable to do anything.

“It’s okay. Just breathe as best you can.”

I wish I could throw up all these feelings. I feel them constantly stewing inside me and I didn’t know what to do with them besides avoid them. They were so engrained in me I had just accepted them, and let them have their way. Just like they were having their way with me now.

“I’m scared.”

I don’t even know if the words verbalize but soon after I feel Wonho tugging me against him.

“I know. It’s really scary, but I’m here. It’s gonna be okay, alright? It’s okay.” He sounds so sad and I let out another sob, world blurry and unreadable.

I don’t know how long it took for my consciousness to come back to me. But he didn’t let me go, his face pressed against my back, murmuring reassurances as my breath slowed and eventually came back to normal.

I was so tired. I lean heavily against him, my body feeling like I had just fell down some stairs. My brain was still fuzzy, but it was better. It wasn’t forcing me to see the things I didn’t want to remember.

“I know this... maybe this isn’t the right time...” I feel him rub at my back and I close my eyes, focusing on it. Comforting.

“But I love you.”

My heart does its stuttery, painful dance and I struggle to move, trying to look at him, to see his face. I wanted to see. I needed to see.

His expression is tender— there’s pain there, but also something more, something deep and soft and selfless.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. You don’t have to say it back either, or— anything. But I want you, even those parts that scare you... I want to try and help you. If you want to let me try.”

My mouth twitches and my eyes flood with tears again.

All I can do is cry, and cry, and cry. I can’t reply. I can’t speak. I just hold him as tight as I can, my tears dripping and sliding all over his bare skin.

He hides his face in my neck and he rocks with me, every now and then saying something soft and reassuring.

I cry so much, I don’t think I have tears anymore. But there was... some relief. Some speck of relief, in the middle of all the pain. Some of the poison had been released. Even if it was small... something had changed.