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selfishdoll · 1 year ago

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❛favorite groupie...❜ ━━ ft. vamp! sukuna

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the last thing you wanted to do was go to a vampire bar just because your best friend’s favorite fanged band was playing. but you did.. and met a certain pink haired drummer whose way too cocky for his own good. luckily, you just love matching energy.

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this story is heavily inspired by the old show “true blood” that i am currently obsessed with. that’s where i get the idea of a vampire bar & the term “fang-banger.” you will see several vamp fics because they’re literally my favorite supernatural creature. also, sukuna is gonna be ooc cause i’m sensitive & can’t make characters too mean 😞. also this got longer then i wanted it to so it’s like 5k+ words. as always please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

Arabian Night burned upon the decorated holder rested on your vanity, the subtle notes of hyacinth and carnation tainting the atmosphere— warming the area around you. Your dark eyes were glued to the mirror, staring back at yourself delicately gliding the tube of mascara along your lashes, careful to assure no product got into your eye.

“I can’t believe you’re really making me go to a vampire bar.” The words left your glossed and lined lips in a hiss, eyes rolling the moment you heard your friend attempt to defend herself on facetime. To be frank you didn’t hate vampires. There weren’t many differences between them and humans. They were both beings that simply fed on other things to survive.

A hamburger to a human was no different then blood to a vampire.

But, you still did your best to avoid them. Which was easy since they were limited on when they come out and most establishments didn’t allow them in. Your friend knew this, knew your justifiable fear of being some vampire’s next meal— yet urged and lowkey manipulated you to going to a vampire bar.

“They’re only here for a week! We’re the first place they’re touring— we have to go!”

Through many days of urging, guilt trips, and puppy eyes you caved; declaring it would be cool to see a vampire’s world or even interact with them. You were still scared but the fear was sure to melt, right?

You rose from the plush pink chair, stepping back into the view of the full body mirror pressed against your wall. Placing your glasses back on, you looked over your form, searching for any imperfections. The outfit was simple; a red cropped edhardy jacket, your lacey white bra poking out from underneath. You wore dark blue jeans with a red belt, white thong straps resting high on your hips. You pursed your lips a bit, gliding your fingers through the honey brown lace you wore, watching the curls bounce perfectly. With another glance over and a push of your glasses you were satisfied, sliding your sock covered feet into some white sneakers— grabbing your other necessary belongings shortly after.

You exited your home locking up behind yourself and heading towards your car. You would have driven with your friend but there was a chance she would end up under the arm of some hot vampire.

“Fang-banger..” Was the simple word that escaped your glossed lips, grinning just a tad as you turned the engine over. She would be pissed to hear you call her that.

After about fifty minutes of driving you arrived to the bar, the entrance surrounded by people. You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the anxiety rose. Sure humans were welcome and you’ve heard relatively good things about this particular establishment.. but there were still vampires.

A being that could end you in a single bite.

The thought alone caused you to shiver, shutting your car off and squeezing the steering wheel. You gave yourself a few moments before pulling your hands away, releasing a deep breath and opening your car door. Exiting it, you closed and locked the vehicle; turning in time to see a bubbly woman rushing towards you.

You instinctively opened your arms, eyes rolling as she practically tossed herself into them. You grumbled as kisses were pressed to your cheek, your best friend thanking you over and over again for coming.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever.” You mused, ignoring her hands groping your ass. Your hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing back a bit. “The band is gonna start soon, right? Come on.”

“Oh, right!” She grinned, pulling away whilst locking her hand around your wrist. You were then tugged towards the bar entrance, your free hand gripping your sleeve nervously. Your eyes peered up at the woman beside the door, her red colored lips pulling into a tiny grin at the sight of you and your friend.

A very toothy grin.

“IDs?” She questioned in a velvety tone, eyes focused on you for a split moment— as if sensing your nervousness. You breathed, reaching into the handbag you carried and grabbing your wallet. There you grabbed your identification, passing it to her while your friend did the same.

The woman glanced over the cards for a moment before nodding, passing them back to you two. “You’re all set, have fun girls.” She winked, stepping to the side to let you both inside.

Your friend giggled excitedly as you entered the bar, your eyes dancing around the area. It was a normal bar really; regular tables, a medium sized stage, and a dance floor. People of many different ethnicities — and species — danced and conversed, enjoying drinks and each other. Seeing a vampire feeding in real life was completely abnormal to the point you couldn’t look away.

“Don’t stare so much, it’s rude.” Your best friend whispered, stealing your attention from the scene. You went to apologize, her only smiling and shaking her head. “Here, let’s get some drinks.” She led you over to the bar, the two of you sitting down as she gained the bartender’s attention. She ordered two simple shots, the man nodding and getting right to them.

“I just.. never expected something like this.” You murmured, eyes dancing about. You did your best on not focusing too hard on a vampire sinking their teeth into someone’s neck or a couple basically humping on the dance floor; instead finding interest in the gothic decor and paintings that depicted the bloodsuckers. You turned back to your friend after the once over, giving a nervous smile. “I expected something bad, I guess.”

Your friend shrugged, flashing a gentle smile— thanking the bartender once your drinks were placed down. “A lot of people do. They hear vamp bar and think the worst.” She spoke softly, grasping her shot glass, watching you grab your own. “Even though I forced you.. I’m really happy you came.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, clinking your glass against hers. “Whatever slut.” You downed your drink, listening to the small snort that escaped your friend before she downed her own.

During this the lights on the stage flicked on, members of the bar shouting in excitement. Your friend did the same, turning in her seat at the bar with the widest grin. “They’re here!”

You could only smile at her excitement for her favorite vampire band known as Malevolence. You forced yourself to listen to their most recent music to appease your friend and while you didn’t hate the songs, it just wasn’t something you could get into.

Sigh.. the things you did for friendship.

You rested against your palm, watching as four individuals trudging on stage. Your eyes traced their forms, not overly impressed until you moved onto the last member. The drummer. He was.. better looking then the other three. Tall with pink hair and a black undercut. He wasn’t slim but wasn’t large either, right in the middle. Along with his physique were tattoos along his arms, the rest of his body covered in a black muscle shirt, baggy pants for bottoms.

“Who’s the drummer?” You questioned, eyes glancing at the bartender and requesting another shot. Your friend blinked as she turned, flashing a smile.

“His name’s Sukuna!” Her smile morphed a bit, a little coy now. “He’s not well liked by the media. He’s a little mean.”

You believed her, given how he scowled at a few fans that shouted his name. Even snapping at his bandmates for something briefly. Any interest you had melted away in that instant.

You straightened as they finished setting up the stage, the guitarist stringing his instrument a few times. You smiled at the bartender as he passed your shot, thanking him and taking a swig.

Soon enough, Malevolence started its first song of the night— the bar singing along to the rough voice of the band. You had to admit, it was nice to hear live and see humans bond over their shared love for the music.

You didn’t totally regret coming here.

The band played for about an hour and a half, fans close to the stage attempting to touch and or be touched by the fanged members. It was all entertaining to see, you and your friend taking several videos for your social media.

They closed out their show around ten o’clock, thanking the audience. You cheered along with the others, grinning and turning to your friend. “That was a lot of fun. They sound so good.”

“I know right!” She giggled, completely geeking out about the band. You listened to her ramble intently, the buzz of the alcohol lighting your senses. During her words, however, she suddenly placed a hand onto her stomach. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right back!”

“Take your time.” You waved the girl off as she rushed over to the bathroom, body turning to face the bar. You unlocked your phone, scrolling through your social media for a moment, simply waiting.

That was until you heard the chair two seats down be moved, followed by an annoyed voice.

“Piss off already. I’m not interested.”

It was no surprise your nosy self turned to spot the one and only Sukuna sitting at the bar, waving off a few girls that surrounded and attempted to touch him. The dejected expressions that clung to their featured nearly saddened you, if amusement didn’t interrupt the emotion.

You took a long stare at the man, watching as he instructed the bartender to pour him a glass of some liquid in a tall dark bottle; not even thanking him once he was served. You hadn’t realized your eyes were still on him until the man turned in his chair, facing you.

“You need something? I already said I’m not interested.”

You blinked a bit, snapping out of your trance whilst placing your arm against the bar. You sucked your teeth, turning. “Do I look like a fang banger to you?” You questioned, tone a little rude. From the corner of your eye you spotted the man taking a sip from the glass, tongue gliding across his bottom lip.

“No.” Sukuna started softly, fingers tapping against the short glass. “More like some needy groupie.” His tone was mocking, watching in amusement as you turned to face him with a subtle snarl.

It took a moment for you to reply, raising your shot glass and downing the rest of the alcohol. The burning sensation covered your body, melting your usual filter away. “Even if I was a groupie, I would try to fuck the singer— even the guitarist.” You murmured, knowing his inhuman ears would pick up each word. “Not some vamp that beats on the drums.”

His eyebrows rose, releasing a breathy chuckle as he took another gulp from his glass. You watched carefully, breathing the moment you noticed the hint of red staining his fangs. How his tongue glided to collect the residue, clearly enjoying the liquid you now realized was blood. Sukuna’s eyes landed on you once again, the glass clinking against the bar the moment he placed it down.

“You got a lot of mouth.. defending yourself pretty hard too.”

“And you’re implying?”

Sukuna gave a crooked grin, tapping the counter to which the bartender stepped over to fill his glass back up. “You’re just trynna convince yourself you don’t want me. Scared of being a fang banger?” The vampire’s tone was mocking again, enjoying the way you glared and snarled.

“Please.” You hissed softly, shifting in your seat, ignoring the warmth flooding through your body. “Ain’t shit to be scared of. Vampires are no different from a human man.”

To your surprise the man began to laugh, hunched over the bar with his forehead nearly pressing against the brown wood. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth the moment eyes turned to your spot at the bar, sinking into yourself.

“Sweetheart—“ He begun, laughter ceasing into nothing more than a snort. “I assure you I’m different than any other human man that you’ve been with.”

“Why, because you’re cold with no beating heart?”

“No, cause I’ll fuck the attitude out of you permanently.” Sukuna responded far too quickly, watching you gape like a fish for a moment, finally deciding to keep your mouth shut and turning to face the bar. He smirked at this, leaning on his elbow and tilting his head. “Cat got your tongue?”

You closed your eyes, breathing softly. You weren’t a fang-banger, you tried to convince yourself; attempting to ignore how much you were closing your legs together— avoiding his eyes that just highlighted he knew what you were abstaining from.

But as a moment of silence passed you felt that restraint dwindle. Whether the alcohol, Sukuna, or just you being fucking reckless— any logical part of your brain was rendered useless.

So, while pushing your glasses up you turned to face his awaiting gaze. “Prove it.” You dared softly, tilting your head at him.

Sukuna’s mouth quirked, tongue running along his bottom lip as he turned to the bartender. “Put it on my tab. Hers too.” He spoke, rising from his barstool. His hands found his pockets, motioning for you to follow with a tilt of his head. Rather quickly — embarrassingly so — you grabbed your things, following close behind him.

“My name is (Y/N), not her.”

“Think I like sweetheart better.” Sukuna spoke, leading you towards a door stationed beside the stage. You shouldered your bag as the two of you entered backstage, coming to a hallway. Three doors rested on the walls, you following the vampire who lead you to the one at the end of the hall.

He turned the knob, pushing open the door to reveal a simple room. A black vanity, a red sofa, with a black coffee table in the middle. Sukuna closed the door behind you, watching you for a moment as you bent to place your phone and purse down.

You turned, breathing softly the moment he stepped close to you. Your eyes traveled from his chest up to his face, licking your lips nervously. The man tilted his head with a little smirk.

“You were so damn cocky at the bar.. thinking of backing out?”

The nerves seemed to melt in that moment, stepping a bit closer, rising up to allow your lips to brush. “Sukuna.. are you gonna fuck the attitude out of me, or are you gonna keep talking?” Your eyes flicked between his lips and his dark eyes, gasping the moment you felt a cool hand rising to the back of your neck.

Wordlessly he leaned down, planting his lips against your own. His kiss was rough, stealing your breath away all while his tongue bullied it’s way past your pretty glossed lips. The wet, long muscle curled and slid against your own, licking into your mouth and claiming it as his own. The messy sounds of your lips surrounded the room, your soft moans following.

Sukuna’s hand moved to rest on your throat, thumb pressing against it just to feel you gulp. You pulled away for air, hissing the moment his fangs dragged across your bottom lip, nicking the sensitive skin. He chased your lips for another kiss, licking away the little droplet of blood whilst moving you backwards.

Your hands rose to grip his body, feeling your back press against a wall. You gasped in his mouth as you felt his hand slide down your body, catching the zipper of your cropped jacket and pulling it down your body. The cool air brushed your cleavage, moaning softly the moment his fingers found your hardened nipple under the thin fabric of your bra.

You pulled back, head resting against the wall; whining the moment he pinched your covered bud. “Sukuna, quit fucking teasing.” You hissed, chest rising into his hand for more. The vampire grinned down at you, removing his hand from your breast to instead trail down your body, flicking the belt you wore; buttons of your jeans following.

Now with enough space his hand was entering your pants, two fingers pressing against your wet, covered slit. “Already a fucking mess and I barely touched you.” The drummer commented, face pressing against your collarbone, dragging his fangs across your warm skin. You whined as his fingers found your clit through the fabric of your panties, legs widening and hips rising for more friction. Sukuna chuckled at this, fingertips pressing against the swollen bud, rubbing harsh circles upon it. “Opening your legs for a vampire like this— oh, what a minx you are.”

“Piss off.” You mustered, attempting to keep your resolve in tact. You cried out however, the moment he pinched your clit, the light pleasure and pain melding together.

“Still mouthing off huh?” Sukuna spoke, pulling away from your neck, hand rising to grab your cheeks. His thumb pressed against your lips for a moment before pushing into your mouth, pressing against your tongue all while his fingers entered your panties. The man didn’t tease this time, covering the digits in your slick before sliding them into your damp entrance. He wasted no time in curling the digits inside you, pressing against your gummy walls and growing closer to allow his palm to grind against your clit. A toothy grin was sent your way the moment he felt and heard your muffled moans, fingers scissoring inside your messy pussy, the wet squelches entering the room.

The muffled gasp of his name escaped you the moment he added a third finger, thrusting the digits quickly; stirring you up inside. Your hand fell to his wrist, pretty acrylics digging into his limb, clawing up tattooed skin. Your legs shook as the moments of pleasure continued, eyes pinched close as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Your toes curled, stomach tightening as you grew closer and closer; pussy spasming around his fingers so intensely, he actually added effort to his thrusts.

“Su—sukuna, fuck—!” You whined against his thumb, drool trickling down the corner of your mouth, gagging the moment he pushed the digit farther into your throat. You were so close, squeezing him so harshly that it hurt.

And yet, you weren’t pushed over the edge. Because just when you felt like you would break, the man stopped; withdrawing his fingers before you could even think of finishing yourself off.

Your eyes flew open, glaring at the shit-eating grin plastered across his face. The moment he pulled his thumb from your mouth you were hissing;

“What’s your problem? I was so cl—“

“Did you think you could mouth off like that and I’d would reward you with an orgasm?” Sukuna questioned, head tilted, eyes sweeping your form. The man’s hand rose, fingers pressing into your cheeks and pushing; watching your messy lips pucker. “Fucking needy, looking at you whining just for my fingers.” Sukuna released your cheeks to instead grasp your waist, moving you over to sit on the couch.

The moment your ass met the cushion you felt the heat rise around you, watching in excitement at his hands tugging on the waistband of his pants. Thumbs hooking on the elastic, the vampire pushed them down, black boxers following. His dick escaped the confinements easily, resting tall and thick, beads of precum resting deliciously on the tip.

You bit your lip a little, breathing the moment you felt his strong hand grab the back of your head. “Gonna use that pretty mouth of yours for something useful, yeah?” Sukuna grinned, watching how easily your lips parted, tongue sticking out. His other hand grabbed his shaft, inching closer just to side his tip across your wet tongue. The moment you tried to wrap your lips around his dick, he was pulling you back by the hair— ignoring the whine that you released.

“Impatient brat.” He murmured, instructing you to lay your tongue out. You obeyed, groaning the moment he tapped his dick against the muscle, shallowing fucking your open mouth with just the tip. After a few moments of the teasing, Sukuna was flicking his hips forward; enjoying the way tears sprung to your eyes, hands rising to press against his hips. With no care for your well-being, the vampire began to thrust in your wet cavern, your soft hair spilling through the gaps of his fingers as he gripped it.

Your tongue dragged across his shaft with each thrust into your mouth, eyes closed as you breathed heavily through your nose. The sound of your saliva, gagging, and wet thrusts carried in the room; your hand falling between your legs to rub your clit, moaning around his cock. Your jaw began to ache from the relentless thrusts, the combined mess surely tainting the bottom half of your face— concerns that you could care less about.

Sukuna watched you carefully, gripping your hair, enjoying the way your cheeks would puff with each thrust. The moment he noticed your hand however, he was shoving his cock deeper, leaning to snatch your wrist. You went to whine, the noise coming out as nothing more then a wet, jumbled mess. He grinned above you, continuing to fuck your throat; “Gonna cry about it? Go ahead.” Sukuna snickered, gritting his teeth the moment he felt his orgasm getting close.

His head tilted back, breathing as pink strands rested against his forehead. Sukuna’s hips never stopped, heavy balls slapping against your chin as his grip on your hair began to ache. “Fuck.. such a good fucking groupie, letting me use your mouth like this.” Sukuna teased, feeling the vibration of your moans around his length. He looked back down, pacing increasing, strings of groans and swears escaping him.

The vampire pumped inside your wet mouth a few more times before he was pulling out, making a mess on your face. His come covered your lips, cheeks, and glasses; you quickly sucking up air greedily, tongue gliding across your lips to lick away his mess.

You breathed as his hand found your chin, raising your face to get a good look at you. Sukuna was truly satisfied with his work, grinning down at you. His thumb wiped some of the milky liquid left on your cheek, moving over to your mouth and watching you lick and suck his digit clean. “Mm.. that’s a good girl.” He praised, withdrawing his thumb and pulling your glasses off shortly after.

His hand slid to your throat the moment he pressed your lips together, rising you up a bit while you held onto his wrist. Sukuna’s tongue invaded your mouth once again, making it an even bigger mess. Soon he pulled away, staring down at you.

“Haven’t even fucked you yet and that attitude is no where to be seen. Maybe I shouldn’t..“ Sukuna was pulling away before you could even respond, reaching as if going to pull his pants up. “— looks like I already proved myself, right?” You quickly shook your head, reaching over to grab his wrists. The vampire laughed at this, coming closer to trap your form between him and the couch. “C’mon use your words, sweetheart. What exactly do you want?”

You bit the inside of your cheek, staring into his eyes. You were sure if you didn’t say anything in the next few seconds he would turn and exit the room, leaving you high and dry. You swallowed your pride, rising up higher to rest your hands onto his chest. “You. I need you so bad, Sukuna— please.” You gasped out, crumpling his shirt into your hands.

Sukuna listened to your pleas greedily, a permanent grin painted across his face. Just when you thought it didn’t work he was grabbing your shoulder, turning and pushing you to lay across the couch. Your heart beat fast against your chest, feeling the cushion dip as kneeled behind you. In one swift motion he was pulling your jeans and panties all the way down, revealing yourself to him.

The moment you tried to close your legs, his palm slammed against your ass; causing a cry to escape you, pressing your face into the cushion. “Don’t even try that. Wanted this so bad, you better fucking take it.” Sukuna hissed, grasping his length as he lined up with your fluttering entrance, carefully pushing in.

The stretch teetered between pleasurable and painful, rising onto your hands and gripping the cushions underneath you as you could do nothing but whine, body shaking. Sukuna sneered at your withering form, gripping your hips tightly. “‘M not even all the way in and you’re already losing yourself..” With a final thrust he was all the way in, resting deep inside your messy pussy, stretching you so pretty. You cried out the moment his fingers gripped your hair, pulling you into a deep arch whilst hovering over body, lips brushing your ear.

“Still think I ain’t no different then a human man?”

“Fu..fuck you.” You whimpered out, breathing heavily the moment he adjusted his hips.

Sukuna snickered softly, “You already are, princess.” With the continued grip on your hair he was pulling his hips back until only the tip was inside, slamming back in. The movement caused your body to lurch forward, gasping out and greedily sucking the air back up. You opened your mouth to speak, shutting up the moment another thrust racked through your body.

And another.. and another.. and another—

His pace was relenting from the start, fucking you so harshly your body bumped against the arm rest of the couch; nails digging into the cushions as shameless moans escaped you. Each time you attempted to pull away, to run— he was grabbing you back, slapping your thighs, ass, anything he could reach. All while speaking to you in that mocking tone, ridiculing you.

“Had so much to say yet you’re running..”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, the thought melting away as his thrusts ruined you. His cock dragged against your walls, fucking each and every thought out of your mind; replacing them with him. Your eyes were pinched close, drawls of his name and moans escaping your swollen lips. “Su—sukuna, fuck..!” You cried out, feeling yourself get close.

Sukuna’s hands kept a tight grip on your hips, bottom lip caught between his sharp fangs the moment you began to fuck back against him. Your ass shook with each bounce, the man zoned in on the erotic display. Fuck, you felt so good, way too good. The man sucked his teeth, hand falling to your ass cheek and slapping one, thrusting harder than before. “Greedy fucking pussy, clenching me so damn tight..” He dragged, a groan rumbling in his chest.

Tears sprung to your eyes, head going slack as a loud cry escaped you, creaming all over his length. The mess trickled down to his balls and the couch, soaking the cushion. Your tired body went slack against the furniture, feeling his thrusts slow, but never stop. A sudden tight grip on your hair had your reeling, whining as he pulled you back.

“I’m not fucking done with you.”

The vampire wasted no time and flipping you onto your back, pulling you down by your thighs and pushing them up to sink deeper inside you. Your hands clung to his wrists, crying out at the slight burn the stretch left you. You were given no time to think, the man resuming his fearsome thrusts at a completely different angle, ramming agonist a spot inside you that caused you to completely lose your mind.

Your hands went slack, lips agape as babbles and moans escaped your raw throat. Your eyes were meeting the back of your skull, makeup a mess with wet dark streaks running down your chubby brown cheeks. Sukuna enjoyed the sight completely, eyes flicking between your face and the way his cock slid inside your pretty pussy, the white foamy mess coating his length.

He leaned over your body, legs now held up by his shoulders as he continued to fuck you. “What a mess you are.” The man hissed, hand reaching to grab your chin. “Can’t even think straight can you? I’m fucking you too dumb huh?” He mocked, your sweet moans music to his ears.

Your hands rose to his back, gripping his shirt for leverage as you came again, painting his lower body with your mess. Sukuna laughed softly at this, still fucking you despite just orgasming. “Claimed you weren’t a fang-banger yet here you are, coming all over my dick. Such a liar, (Y/N).”

Your whines didn’t go unnoticed, the man’s hand falling to your waist and lifting you up a bit, drilling into you. His cock pushed against your cervix, the pain melting with each thrust inside. You barely even registered his fangs pressing against your skin until they entered your collarbone, a strangled whine escaped you.

The man sucked the crimson droplets that released from the wound, blunt fingernails digging into your skin; Sukuna slowly getting drunk off your taste. When he had his fill he was pulling away, licking up the residue and sealing the wound. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, lifting your head from the couch to lock lips; the metallic taste of your blood causing you to groan— all while continuing to jackhammer into you.

The vampire was right, he was fucking the attitude out of you. You so pliable, gripping onto him as if he was a lifeline and you were in the open sea. Your legs were trembling, pussy clenching and clenching, as he swallowed the sweetest moans with his lips tainted with your blood. A fucking mess you were.

His mess, obviously.

A different type of clench entered your stomach, one that caused your eyes to fly open. You pulled back from the kiss to cry out, gripping him tightly. “Wa—wait, Sukuna— hah…— please slow down!” You somehow managed out, hazy eyes staring up at the clear distaste resting on his features.

He didn’t listen, slamming into you roughly, swatting the hand away that went to press against his hips. Sukuna tutted at the whine that escaped you, drilling you deeper and deeper into the furniture. “Make another mess, ruin this fucking couch.” He hissed, feeling his own end growing close.

You tried to hold it back, back arching from the cushions as black filled streaks continued to glide down your cheeks. Soon enough you could no longer contain yourself, the band snapping inside you as you screeched in pleasure; drenching the cushions underneath you, making a complete mess of the both of you.

Sukuna grinned at this, far too caught up in his own pleasure to release a snarky comment. Instead his face fell to your neck, thrusts becoming uncoordinated before he shoved himself deep, flooding you with his come.

The sound of your pants entered the space, your hands continuing to hold onto Sukuna. Your head fell back against the couch, eyes pinched closed and focused on regaining your breath.

Moments passed before the vampire rose, pulling his hips back, shushing the sensitive whine that escaped you. Once no longer inside, Sukuna’s hands dragged down to spread you more, watching pearly white beads trickle from your opening and down to your taint. The man smirked just a tad, eyes carrying back to your tired face.

“Looks like you’re a fang-banger now.” Sukuna spoke, watching you attempt at a frustrated face which melted away the moment his thumb slid across your slit.

“Fuck, Sukuna.. I’m too sensitive right now.” You whimpered, shying away from his touch. You gasped as he gripped your thighs however, dragging you farther down the couch.

Sukuna leaned over your body, resting on a forearm placed above your head. “You have seven minutes sweetheart.”

You rose an eyebrow at his words, adjusting yourself, “For what?”

The vampire grinned, curling a piece of hair around his finger. “If you thought I was gonna stop there, I fucked you far too dumb. I’m getting rid of that attitude permanently, remember?”

Your eyes widened, excitement and fear bubbling inside you. The man leaned down, stealing your lips in a deep kiss.

You were thankful you thought to send a text message to your best friend to leave when she wanted, given you didn’t leave the room until the bar closed.

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loveneversleepss · 2 years ago

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3. Lust

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names(slut,whore), nicknames, argument, some tension, manipulation?, smut(yeah..), unprotected sex, Mwah 💋 long asf.

Lix’s pov

Y/n..

How did I miss all the signs?

The pink hair? Heart necklace which she never took off. The compulsion I felt when I first made eye contact with her. The irresistible thoughts. The reason why she was being chased by that group of men.

It was all there and I overlooked her. I never even thought it was her. How could I be so stupid?

Now she has both lust and envy. She has always been a step farther than all of us. Now she proves it. She will definitely take revenge on me…

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Dumb little boys. They practically gave you their rings. So stupid. Now it’s time for your reign to begin. Starting with your first appearance..

Kingdom of lust.. definitely is a place with no rules. Freedom to do whatever you want. Parties all night. Food. Drinking. Drugs. Sex. You name it.

You reach the gates of your castle. Noticing it’s abandoned and vines are growing all over. Tsk tsk. This is definitely going to need some work. But first you need some helpers…

“What are you doing?” You turn around to see a woman. Skinny and short. You take a step closer to her. Making eye contact. “Why don’t you go find people to help me, hm?” She immediately turns around and starts talking to other people.

Shortly after a while a big crowd is surrounding you. Time for introductions.

“What a crowd. So this is how you greet your queen?” The crowd looks at each other in disbelief. Muttering and mumbling. You smirk. “Hush now. Do you need some proof?” You move your hair to show your necklace. It shining brightly in the light. “Ahh also not only queen of one kingdom. But two. I now own both the lust and envy kingdom.” Showing your rings on your hands. You turn around using your newly gained powers to move the vines off the gate.

“Shall we go in?” You place your hand ok the gate. A loud flash sparks up as a firework explodes in the air. In shape of a heart. You walk in, the vines falling from beside you. The fountains turning on. The vine magically disappearing of the walls. The castle looking immediately alive. Looks like you didn’t have to do much.

The doors open in front of you as you step in. The clicking of your heels echoing in the large room. A grand staircase. Infinite rooms. You order people to get food, drinks, clothes, etc.. them bringing them immediately inside the castle. “Excuse me.” A small voice asks you. It’s a girl. Barely at the age of 7.

You bend down and smile at her. “Aren’t you a pretty little girl.” She smiles wide at you. “But.. you don’t look like a queen. Where’s your crown.” You frown at her and stand up. She’s right. What kind of queen doesn’t own a crown. “Go ahead and run along.” She quickly turns and runs away.

But first. You need the kingdoms to know who you are. “You. Spread the word. Let every kingdom know who I am.” The man bows and runs. This people are so easy. You walk around the halls of your new home. Taking notice of a particular room.

“Oh my queen.” A woman bows to you. “Do you know what this room is?” You ask her. She shakes her head. “We tried to open it but it’s enchanted. Only you can open it.” You nod your head. “You can go now.” Making sure the girl leaves before you attempt to open the door.

Placing your hand on the door. It slowly opening for you. Slowly you walk in. How eye opening..

~~~ Linos pov

“Did you see this?” Chan comes rushing up to us. I gathered everyone together again to discuss our situation. We take a look at what’s in his hand. A paper. Announcing that y/n has two kingdoms. Dammit.

“Now what do we do?” Hyunjin asks.

“Well it says here tonight she’s having a party.”Jeongin says.

“Why would we go to that? It’s a set up.” Han adds.

“I mean if we don’t go we’re basically saying we don’t like her. She might get angry and take revenge.” Changbin argues.

“How about this. Only one of us go. To scope out her thoughts and actions. Then come back and report everything.” I say.

“But who would go?” Felix asks.

We all look at each other. All a little scared to speak up.

“Definitely not you two. You already lost your rings. We need someone.. who can get out of there without being seen..” Seungmin says.

We all turn to Hyunjin. He looks at us confused. Then it hits him.

“Oh hell no. No way. Im not gonna sacrifice myself.” Hyunjin yells and tries to walk away. Chan grabbing his arm and bring him back.

“You have to. You can slow down the time to get past everyone and just to her. Without being seen.” I say trying to convince him. He huffs and pouts his lip. “Just don’t fall for her tricks. That is her power. Be careful.”

“Can’t believe this..”

~~ Hyunjin’s pov

It’s about 9:00. Im being forced to go to this stupid party. Which I most likely will lose my powers. I just gotta be careful. Keep my distance. Just ask her some questions and get out of there.

Walking up to the gates of this hell hole. Holy shit. This is crazy. There must be at least 3 thousand people here. Guess it’s time to use my powers.

Ahh nothing more peaceful than time slowing down. Now to find y/n. Hmm not here. How about upstairs? There’s a door open.. I open it slowly. Walking inside. Noticing a watch on the floor.

“Hello hyunjin.” Y/n says as she comes up behind me. Shutting the door. She’s dressed in a tightly fitted dress. Heels. And a small crown on her head. She walks past me. Her sweet scent filling my nose. Damn. Don’t really blame Lee know and Felix for hitting that. But that’s not why I’m here.

“Sit. Don’t worry. I don’t want your bracelet.” I stare at her as she sits down in the chair across from me. I reluctantly take the seat next to me. She smiles and tilts her head. “So I assume you came to ask me about everything?” I nod my head. She leans back in the chair, crossing her legs. “Ask away. I promise to answer truthfully.”

I clear my throat. Trying to gain confidence. “Why did you take the rings?” She smirks. “Ah well that was easy. Like taking candy from a baby. You see I planned it all from the beginning. Gain trust from Felix. From Lee know. Then when least expected take it. Not so hard really.”

I fidget with the edge of my pants. “But why?” She hesitates for a second. “Well I wanted to see what would happen. And you would never believe what I found out.” She leans on the table separating us. Her eyes piercing into mine. “You see when I found this necklace. I got my memories back. Tell me.. did you get yours?” I shake my head no. She laughs smuggly.

“There’s a room in this castle. Retelling the story of this world we know. We all know it. The holder who holds all is granted a wish. But one thing it says is.. the greatest holder of lust can restore memories. This holder is destined to hold all. They will either wish to create chaos or restore peace.. that holder is me.” I look at her in disbelief. I don’t believe her.

“Don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll prove it to you.” She gets up and walks towards me. I get up quickly and back away from her. She rolls her eyes. “Jeez relax. I don’t want your powers.. just stand still.” She walks closer. She brings her hand up in a fist and blows a powder in my face. All I see next is black.

Until.. a memory comes up. Me. In the old world. I’m performing on a stage. I’m dancing with a group. Who are these people. I can’t see their faces…

“Hyunjin?” I open my eyes to see y/n above me. I’m on the floor. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” She grabs my hand, bringing me up on my feet. “A memory.” I quickly look at my hand and still see the bracelet there. “See I didn’t take it.” I still don’t trust her. “I wanna see this room.” She motions me to follow her.

She leads me to a door. She swishes her hand and it opens. I step in and words start to fill my head. Telling the same story she told me. I walk out quickly. Looking at her. “Believe me now?” I cross my arms. “I want to see that memory again.” She rolls her eyes and walks away from me. Walking back to the room we were in earlier.

“Lay down. Don’t want you to fall on your head again.” I listen this time. Quickly laying down on the bed. Guessing this is her room. She comes and sits next to me. “I’m still new to this so it might now be the same memory..” I nod my head. She blows again and I see black.

I’m here again on this stage. I can hear the crowd screaming. The music. My voice singing out loud. I see a big screen. The name Straykids showing. Is that what we are? What were called? But who are these people next to me? There is 8..

“Hyunjin?” I open my eyes. Feeling a year drop down my cheek. Her hands are cupping my face. She wipes away my tear. “Shh. It’s okay.” I close my eyes. Remembering the feeling I felt. Wishing i could go back. Her hands are so soft. Her smell.

Fuck. No. Stop. I pull her hands off me. Sitting up. “I wanna see again.” She shakes her head no. “That’s enough for today.” No. I need to see it again. “Please.” I grab her hand. She looks up at me. “Not today.. another time. Too much in one day. You took longer to wake up.” She attempts to slip away again.

I pull her back. Accidentally making her bump into me. Her falling and landing on top of me. “Please I’ll do anything..”

~~ your pov

He looks you up and down with puppy dog eyes. This position putting you in a familiar mood. Is there nothing more attractive than a begging man? There isn’t. You sit up on him. Straddling him. You cup his face again. “You have to understand me. If I show you more.. I don’t know if you’ll wake up.” He looks down. You let your forehead fall against his. Something sparks.

He gained another memory. A quick one. He looks up quickly at you. “Do that again.” You do so. This time he gains another without fainting. “This is good. I’m awake. I wonder if..” he stops his sentence. Staring deeply into your eyes. He cups your cheek. Leaning in slowly. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. His lips are soft and gentle.

Bringing your arms around his neck. His hands attaching to your waist being your body closer to his. Taking small breaths in between your kisses. He turns you over on your back. Still kissing you. You open your mouth slightly. His tongue coming into your mouth. He’s definitely the best kisser.

His kisses lead down to your neck then your breasts. Soft sucks barely leaving a trace.

Tbc

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snow angel | p.js. halloween special

summary - in a campus plagued by a series of mysterious murders, a college girl y/n lives a double life as a popular camgirl named snow angel. but when jay discovers her secret, he manipulates her into submission and control.

genre - camgirl!reader x rich badboy!jay, dom!jay x sub!y/n, smut, horror, revenge

warnings - i realised midway tht riki is still a kid but im too lazy to re-edit everything so HE LEAVES THE ROOM, all the characters here r 18+, lower case intended, lots of degrading (slut, bimbo, whore, plaything, toy, slave, jay mentions that reader is just a hole to fuck), riki and y/n are a couple, jealous!jay, cheating, sorta dub-con, reader is naked while jay is clothed, lots of begging, lots of edging, hair-pulling, mentions of masturbation and sex toy (dildo), teasing, overstimulation, public sex (library), knife play, food play (whipped cream), being tied up, protected sex (reader is on pill but unmentioned)

belles notes - this is nasty asf MDNI pls, only interact if you are 18+!

wc : 3,2k ++ masterlist

y/n was the picture-perfect image of campus allure. her tight tank tops and miniskirts hugged every curve, making her impossible to ignore. with her effortless beauty, luscious hair, and teasing smile, she became the girl everyone gossiped about but few took seriously. to the world, y/n was nothing more than a pretty face, a girl who could turn heads but never be part of a meaningful conversation.

however, beneath her seemingly carefree disguise, y/n had secrets. by day, she played the campus flirt, but by night, she became “snow angel”, a faceless camgirl whose suggestive shows had gained a cult following online. it was her dark secret, carefully kept from the judgmental eyes of her peers. y/n knew that if anyone at school discovered her double life, it wouldn’t just ruin her reputation; it would destroy everything she had built.

one person who seemed to relish in her torment was jay. the campus’s infamous bad boy, he never missed an opportunity to cut y/n down. whether in the hallway or during class, he’d throw insults her way, calling her “slut” or “bimbo” with a sneer, always aiming to belittle her. his constant ridicule felt relentless, but the truth was far more complicated. underneath his tough exterior, jay harbored a twisted obsession with her, an attraction he couldn’t fully admit to himself. he masked his feelings with cruelty, perhaps because she’d chosen riki, his best friend, over him. it wasn’t just her beauty that drove him mad, but the sight of her with riki, the way she smiled at him, touched him, and loved him in ways jay desperately craved. each glance shared between y/n and riki was like a dagger to his pride, pushing him further into a spiral of jealousy.

y/n’s relationship with riki was a source of joy, a stark contrast to her tense encounters with jay. riki, the school’s golden boy and star athlete, was everything jay wasn’t, kind, funny, and supportive. when she was with him, the weight of her secret life seemed to fade away, replaced by moments of happiness that made everything worthwhile.

there were moments when they’d walk down the hall together, riki’s arm casually draped over y/n’s shoulders, or when he’d surprise her with sweet kisses in between classes. they looked like the perfect couple, and to y/n, they felt like it too. they shared inside jokes, playful banter, and a connection that made her feel seen for more than just her looks. it was in those moments that jay would watch from afar, his jaw clenched in frustration. every smile y/n gave riki felt like a slap in the face. he hated how effortlessly riki won her affection, while he was left on the sidelines, consumed by a bitter mix of anger and desire.

one afternoon, as y/n and riki were sitting under a tree during lunch, laughing at something only they seemed to understand, jay couldn’t take it anymore. he watched from a distance, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. riki leaned in and kissed y/n, his hand resting on her waist, and she smiled against his lips, her eyes filled with affection. it was the kind of smile jay had never seen directed at him, and it infuriated him.

jay stormed over to them, his temper flaring. “get a room, you two,” he spat, his voice laced with venom.

y/n looked up, her smile fading slightly as she met his gaze. “what’s your problem, jay?”

“my problem?” jay scoffed, his eyes narrowing at riki. “my problem is watching you act like a dumb little bimbo for him.” he jerked his chin toward riki, his words sharp. “you think he really cares about you? you’re just a hole for his dick.”

riki frowned, his arm tightening protectively around y/n. “watch it, man. you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh, i know exactly what I’m talking about,” jay shot back, his eyes flicking to y/n. “you’re nothing but a slut, and everyone knows it.”

riki stood up, his posture tense, ready to defend y/n. “back off, jay. you’ve got no right to talk to her like that.”

but before riki could get a word in, y/n stood up as well, her eyes blazing with defiance. “i don’t need you to defend me riki,” she said, her voice strong. she turned to jay, her gaze unwavering. “i’m not just some girl you can throw insults at. you don’t know anything about me.”

jay sneered, though something flickered in his eyes, something that looked like hurt. “yeah? well, maybe i know more than you think.”

the words hung in the air, leaving y/n momentarily frozen. there was something in jay’s tone that sent a chill down her spine, but she pushed it aside. she wasn’t going to let him ruin her day.

turning her back on jay, y/n grabbed riki’s hand and pulled him away, leaving jay standing there, watching them with a dark scowl on his face. every step they took together felt like a victory for y/n, but deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that jay was hiding something. and she was right.

it was only a matter of time before jay discovered her secret.

one evening, as jay sat in his room, mindlessly scrolling through snow angel’s latest cam show, something caught his eye. the setup in her room, the arrangement of the lights, the pattern on the walls, it all looked eerily familiar. his mind raced, and suddenly, he remembered where he had seen it before. he’d been to y/n’s room once, briefly, and it was identical. his heart pounded as he put the pieces together.

y/n was snow angel.

the realization hit him like a freight train, and his mind spun with the implications. he had always wanted to tear her down, to prove that she wasn’t as perfect as she seemed, and now he had the ammunition to do it. but a darker part of him, the part that was infatuated with her, saw this as an opportunity for control.

the next day, jay found y/n alone in the hallway, cornering her against her locker. his hand slammed against the cold metal beside her head, making her jump. “you little slut,” he growled, his voice low but menacing. “i know your secret. you thought you could hide it, but I’m not stupid.”

y/n blinked, her heart racing. she tried to play it cool, but the intensity in jay’s eyes sent a chill down her spine. “what are you talking about?”

he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. “snow angel. i know it’s you, y/n.”

panic surged through her. jay had her cornered, and the fear of her double life being exposed made her stomach drop. she had worked so hard to keep her camgirl persona separate from her school life, and now everything was in jeopardy.

“please, jay,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “don’t tell anyone. you don’t understand what this could do to me.”

“oh, i understand perfectly,” jay sneered, stepping even closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “that’s why you’re going to do exactly what i want.”

from that moment on, y/n found herself under jay’s control. he sent her lewd messages, demanding her to follow his instructions or risk her secret being exposed. at school, she was constantly looking over her shoulder, wondering when he would strike again. every encounter with riki felt tainted by the knowledge of what jay knew, and it made her feel powerless.

but y/n wasn’t one to give up easily, and deep down, she knew she had to find a way out of jay’s grasp. the only question was how long she could keep up the charade before everything came crashing down.

y/n felt trapped. she had no leverage, no way out. jay’s grip over her tightened as he laid out his terms. from that moment on, she was under his control, and he relished in her powerlessness.

he sent her messages, controlling her every move, making her feel small and helpless. at school, she was always looking over her shoulder, wondering when jay would demand more.

one evening, he texted her, “my place. now.” y/n hesitated but knew she couldn’t refuse. that night, she found herself in jay's dimly lit room, standing before him with a knot in her stomach.

and so began their secret arrangement. after school, y/n would find herself at jay's lavish mansion, where he would indulge in his power over her.

“strip,” jay commanded, his eyes dark with lust and control.

y/n swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she slowly began to undress. her mind raced, trying to find a way out, but the fear of her secret being exposed kept her silent. jay watched with a smug grin as she obeyed, enjoying every second of her submission. she hated how helpless she felt, but there was nothing she could do.

he would often keep her waiting, making her kneel before him, her eyes fixed on his crotch as he casually sipped a drink, fully clothed while she was naked and vulnerable.

"beg for it, slut," he'd command, his voice cold and detached. "beg me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

desperate to please him and protect her secret, y/n would plead and moan, her lips parting in anticipation. Jay would then unbutton his pants, revealing his thick, erect cock. he'd grip her hair, guiding her mouth onto his shaft, thrusting deep into her throat. she would gag and choke, her eyes watering, but he showed no mercy.

"that's it, you filthy whore," he'd grunt. "take it all, and remember who's in control."

jay took pleasure in teasing her, edging her closer and closer to orgasm only to stop just before she could climax. he'd have her straddle his lap, her pussy dripping wet, and grind against his clothed body, feeling the rough fabric against her sensitive clit.

"you want to cum, don't you, you little whore?" he'd taunt, his fingers pinching her nipples. "not until I say so. you're my toy, and i decide when you get to cum."

y/n would whimper, her body trembling with need, but she dared not defy him. she knew he could expose her secret at any moment, and the thought of her life being turned upside down kept her compliant.

as the weeks went by, jay's control over y/n intensified. he would text her throughout the day, sending explicit instructions on how to touch herself, ensuring she was constantly aroused and thinking of him. he'd demand photos of her in various states of undress, her fingers teasing her pussy or her mouth wrapped around a dildo, all while she was supposed to be in class.

one afternoon, in a secluded corner of the school library, jay pushed her to her limits. he had her bend over a table, her skirt hiked up, and her panties pulled aside. he stood behind her, fully dressed, and pressed his hard cock against her wet entrance.

"you want this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot on her neck. "my cock inside you, fucking you like the slut you are."

y/n nodded, her body betraying her as she craved the release only he could provide. he entered her slowly, inch by inch, making her gasp as he filled her tight pussy. he held her hips, controlling the pace, and began to thrust, his clothed body rubbing against her bare skin.

"you're mine," he growled. "my personal fuck toy. and you love it, don't you?"

y/n moaned in response, her body shaking as he pounded into her, his control over her absolute. just as she was on the brink of orgasm, he pulled out, leaving her gasping and desperate.

"no my angel," he teased. "you don’t get to cum."

as she stood there, vulnerable before him, jay approached her, his hands roaming over her body. he pushed her down onto the table, his weight pinning her in place. the whole time, y/n felt helpless, but she kept quiet, letting him have his way with her. her mind was elsewhere, focused on survival, on keeping her secrets hidden.

jay reveled in his dominance over her, taking what he wanted while y/n endured, unable to stop him. the hours dragged on, each second feeling like an eternity. when it was finally over, she gathered her clothes, her skin still burning from his touch, and left the room without a word. she had no choice but to comply, and it was that helplessness that haunted her.

the whispers about Ghostface had returned like an old horror movie playing on a loop. the air was thick with unease, and students exchanged nervous glances in the hallways. ghostface had become more than just an urban legend. october always brought that sense of dread, the kind that lingered in the back of everyone's mind, a shadow waiting to strike again.

it was late when y/n finally returned to her dorm, craving the silence of an empty room after a long day. as she opened the door, though, her heart dropped. jay was there, standing by her window, looking out as if he owned the place.

without turning around, he spoke, his voice low and unsettlingly soft. “missed my snow angel.”

y/n’s jaw tightened, irritation flaring instantly. he had used that nickname for her ever since he’d uncovered her secret, twisting it to keep her under his thumb.

“can’t say i feel the same,” she replied, keeping her tone cold. “now, get out.”

jay turned to face her, his expression a mix of mock hurt and amusement. “is that any way to greet someone who cares?”

her eyes narrowed, every nerve on edge. she wasn’t in the mood to entertain him tonight.

but before jay could respond, the door creaked behind her. she turned, her heart skipping a beat as she saw riki standing there, his ghostface mask dangling loosely from his hand. the tension in the room thickened instantly, and for a moment, no one moved.

jay’s smirk faltered as his gaze shifted from y/n to the mask in riki’s hand. his eyes widened, the pieces slowly falling into place. “no way…�� he muttered, his voice shaking with disbelief. “you’re ghostface?”

riki froze, his grip tightening on the mask. he hadn’t meant for jay to find out, not like this. his eyes darted to y/n, but she stood still, her expression carefully blank.

jay’s confusion quickly morphed into something darker, fear. his smirk completely disappeared, replaced with a look of horror as he realized the true depth of the situation. “all this time… i thought you were just a slut,” he spat, venom in his voice. “but you’re a psycho, both of you!”

y/n grabbed Jay by the collar, her strength surprising him. "psycho? oh, we're just getting started. you see, jay, i’ve had enough of your games. it's time for a little payback."

she pushed him onto the bed, his body stiff with shock. riki quickly moved to secure jay's wrists to the bedposts, rendering him helpless before he left the room. y/n straddled his waist, her short skirt riding up, exposing her lace panties.

“please, y/n, you don't have to do this," jay pleaded, his voice hoarse.

"oh, but I do," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “you thought you could control me,” she said softly, her voice steady now, “but you were wrong. you thought i was your prey, but i just wanna have fun.”

as jay’s eyes widened in horror, y/n picked up a knife from the desk. she smiled darkly as she ran the blade teasingly across his chest, the cold metal making him flinch. “let’s play, jay.”

she pressed the knife gently against his abs, her hand moving slowly as she left shallow, deliberate cuts all over his toned stomach. jay gritted his teeth, squirming in his bindings, but y/n's expression remained calm, almost playful. she dragged the blade lightly along his skin, watching him struggle with a mix of fear and frustration.

“you see,” she whispered, leaning close to his ear, “this is foreplay. and now you know how powerless it feels, jay. how it feels when someone else is in charge.”

jay was breathing heavily now, his abs marked with little streaks of blood. y/n toyed with the knife, running it back and forth across his skin, just enough to keep him on edge without causing real harm. his muscles tensed beneath her touch, and she reveled in his vulnerability.

"you like that, don't you, jay?" she taunted, her nails lightly scraping his sensitive skin. "you like being at my mercy."

for hours, y/n tormented him, edging him closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, only to stop just before he could release. she licked and kissed his neck, her breath hot and teasing. jay's body trembled, his cock throbbing with need, but y/n showed no mercy.

"please... i can’t hold it in anymore," he begged, his voice weak and hoaked.

y/n just laughed, a wicked sound that sent shivers down his spine. "not yet, pretty boy. i want you to suffer like you've made me suffer. you're my little plaything now."

she climbed off the bed and retrieved a can of whipped cream from her bag, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "time for a little treat, jay," she said, shaking the can.

jay's eyes widened as y/n squirted the cold cream directly onto his straining cock, the contrast of temperatures sending a shock through his body. she giggled at his reaction, then leaned down and licked the cream off with slow, deliberate strokes.

"oh fuck..." jay groaned, his hips bucking upwards.

y/n took his length into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, teasing him with her skilled lips. she sucked and bobbed her head, driving Jay wild with desire. just as he was about to climax, she pulled away, leaving him gasping and desperate.

"no... please, don't stop," he whimpered.

y/n repeated this torturous game several times, bringing jay to the edge of orgasm only to deny him release. his body was a trembling mess, covered in a mixture of sweat and whipped cream.

"please, y/n, I'll do anything," he begged, his voice cracking. "just let me cum."

y/n paused, considering his plea. "anything?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with power.

jay nodded frantically, his pride long forgotten. "anything. just please, let me cum"

a satisfied smile spread across y/n's face. "very well, jay. i'll let you cum, but on one condition."

"anything," he rasped.

"you will now be my slave and help me with the murders this month. and you will never reveal my identity as snow angel. do we have a deal?"

jay hesitated for a moment, then nodded, his eyes filled with defeat. "yes, whatever you want. just please..."

y/n finally took mercy on him, straddling his waist and sinking down onto his aching cock. she rode him fiercely, her tight pussy hugging his sensitive length. jay cried out, his orgasm ripping through him violently.

as he lay panting, spent and humiliated, y/n untied his wrists and kissed him softly on the lips. "welcome to your new life, jay. remember, i own you now."

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extra notes - plot twist!!! i just had to make dom!jay bc im such a whore for him 😭 tysm for reading this omg

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