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Overlord Booki has added a new kinktober installment for SEVENTEEN!

Kinktober 「10:17」 — l.chan

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➮ demon!Chan × fem witch!Reader wc: 3.5k summary: Y/N has been practicing her summoning, hoping to finally summon a demon. Imagine her surprise when she not only succeeds in summoning a demon but he’s insanely gorgeous and wants to make a deal. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: witchcraft and black magic, demonic summoning, demons; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: this is for Nana. I hope you like it 😉 demon!Chan is hot and tbh, now I wanna summon him. Thank you for reading! Next part is shinigami!Hyunjin and it’s a bit of a departure from the general depravity of Kinktober. as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), lingerie, facefucking (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do. Chan is a demon so he doesn’t use condoms or need to but humans should), use of pet names (babe, angel, etc.), multiple orgasms (f receiving, m receiving), titplay (f receiving), and that should be all. kinks: Lingerie + facefucking dialogue prompt: ❛❛ You look so good on your knees. ❜❜

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“Thank you! Come back soon!” you called as the door shut, the fake smile on your face falling the moment the last customer left the shop. You sighed heavily as your coworker, Hana, locked the door, flipping the open sign to the closed side and turned to face you.

“I hate working on Halloween,” she said as she stared at you. A chuckle escaped you as you started wiping down the counter. “It’s not even halloween yet,” you reminded her as she started over to where you stood behind the counter, leaning forward and placing her forearms on the surface.

“Ay!” you hissed, shaking the towel in your hand at her, waving her away. “Go get the broom and start sweeping,” you told her as you wiped down the counter again before moving onto the tables as she disappeared behind the curtain separating the kitchen from the front of the shop. You wiped down the tables one by one, lifting the caddies as you wiped away coffee spills, stains, and crumbs.

The cafe was not the most exciting job but you loved it, interacting with the public and making coffees.

Hana returned with the broom, sweeping from the back of the storefront to the counter while you returned to the counter and started closing the tills, counting the money and putting it into the bank bag to deposit in the safe.

Closing sometimes seemed to drag on and today was no exception as you did the daily closing duties and accounting while Hana finished cleaning and putting away the cleaned dishes after sending them through the dishwasher.

All you wanted to do was go home and resume your practice. The last session hadn’t gone as well as you hoped and you were hoping this time around, things might go differently. As you finished up the accounts, putting the bank bag in your purse for the deposit, Hana appeared at the door, removing her apron.

“Kitchen is all closed up, dishes washed and put away. Do you need anything else from me?” she asked. You shook your head as you shut the safe, spinning the dial and turned to her. “Nope!” you said as you got to your feet, grabbing your purse and keys. “We are all done!”

You turned off the office lights, shut the door and locked it as you followed Hana towards the front of the shop. She went around pulling all the shades down while you shut off all the lights but one in the back. At the front door, you unlocked and opened it, allowing her to exit before you stepped out and shut the door behind you, locking it.

A loud roaring drew both your attention as a motorcycle and its cyclist pulled up to the sidewalk. You watched as the rider removed his helmet and recognized Hana’s boyfriend, Daniel. “Hey Y/N,” he said, greeting you as Hana’s cheeks turned pink. It didn’t matter how long she’d been seeing this guy, he always made her blush like she had a school yard crush. It was endearing.

“Hey, Daniel,” you greeted back as he pulled a spare helmet out of one of the bags on his bike and held it out for Hana. “See you Monday!” Hana called as she walked towards him, taking the helmet and putting it on, clipping the buckle so it sat securely before climbing onto the back of the bike and wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s waist.

“See you, Hana! Bye Daniel!” you said with a wave as he put his helmet back on and revved the engine, backing up from the parking space and starting down the street. You watched them until they rounded the corner and out of sight before heading in the direction of the bank.

Once your business at the bank was complete, the money deposited into the cafe’s account, you headed home, excited to finally be in the confines of your house as you relaxed, unwinded, and could resume your practice.

After a quick dinner, you filled the tub and grabbed your favorite bottle of wine, poured the red liquid into a glass, setting it aside while you stripped and got into the tub. The water felt amazing, the heat soothing your sore and aching body as you leaned back against the tub pillow, grabbing your glass of wine from the floor and taking a sip.

You sighed, resting your head back and stared up at the ceiling, silence filling the room and washing over you. ‘Maybe I’ll just call it a night. I have all weekend to practice those spells,’ you told yourself silently, taking another sip of wine. ‘Going to bed early sounds really nice.’

You relaxed in the tub until almost all the warmth had gone from the water. Pulling the plug, you got out, dried off quickly and wrapped yourself in a black silk robe as you grabbed your almost empty bottle of wine and glass, heading down the hall to your bedroom.

Once inside, you walked over to the bed, setting the bottle on your bedside and downing the rest of the alcohol in your glass. As you turned towards your closet, your eyes fell on the black book perched on top of your dresser where you left it the previous night, memories of your attempt at summoning flashing in your mind.

You stared at the book, eyes narrowing as you scrutinized it. ‘No,’ you said to yourself, turning away and moving to pour the rest of the wine into your glass, picking it up and taking a large sip. You sat down on the edge of your bed, one leg crossed over the other as you attempted to finish your glass.

You glanced at the book briefly, frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

You’d tried for weeks now to move to the next part of your training, attempting to summon a demon. Not that you wanted to make a deal with one. You just wanted to prove you could do it.

Taking another sip, you glared at the book like it was to blame for your multiple failed attempts. As you had a stare off with the black grimoire, you downed the rest of your alcohol, setting the glass down on your bedside and getting up. “Fuck it,” you hissed, moving to your closet, pulling out a baby pink lace set and pulling it on. You slid the sheer black stockings on and pulled the black silk robe back on over it.

Back in your room, you moved over to the dresser and grabbed the book, heading out of your bedroom and into the next room over, shutting the door as you set the book down and opened a drawer of the desk, pulling out a lighter. You slowly went through the room, lighting the various candles before returning to flip the light switch off and grabbed the book once more.

This usually worked better during a storm but you figured given the close proximity to All Hallow’s Eve, the veil might be lifted enough to summon. Your last resort was to attempt on Halloween if this didn’t work. You moved to the middle of the room, a piece of chalk in hand as you knelt down and started following the guide in the book, drawing the symbols in order until you had created a summoning circle.

As you looked over the next part, making sure you weren’t missing anything, you started reciting the incantation, going slowly so you didn’t mess up the words. Every part of the ritual was important and you weren’t about to botch it and have to start all over again.

Your heart started to beat faster as you noticed the candles flickering around the room, a slight breeze swirling around the room despite the door and windows being closed. ‘Yes,’ you thought as you raised your hands up, continuing to repeat the incantation over and over as the wind grew.

As you reached the climax of the ritual, the candles extinguished all at once, plunging the room in darkness. You waited, breathing heavily as you waited for at least one candle to reignite which would mean you were successful. As you looked around, disappointment set in until you noticed it. A small candle, flame barely visible in the window across from where you knelt, flickered and danced until it was blocked.

“What the fuck?” you whispered. Your eyes trailed up upon realizing there was a figure standing in the middle of the circle, blocking the light of the candle from view but you could see the dim light dancing on the walls and ceiling behind the figure.

Your lips parted in surprise as you noticed glowing red eyes staring back at you. One by one, the candles reignited around the room, throwing the room into dancing light once more. Before you stood a man in black. He had fitted black pants, a black shirt that clung tightly to him under a black jacket. Dark brown hair fell into his eyes as he looked around, taking in his surroundings.

His eyes fell on you and a smirk crossed his features. “Well hello,” he said softly, his voice dripping with honey. “And who might you be?” You stared up at him wide-eyed before realizing he was waiting for an answer. “Y/N,” you answered quickly. “I’m Y/N.”

He squatted down to your level. “I see… and are you the one who summoned me, Y/N?” he asked, your name rolling off his tongue in the most delightful way, making your stomach flutter and desire settle in the pit of your stomach. You nodded wordlessly, staring back at him, admiring his features. He didn’t look like a demon. He looked like an ordinary man but those eyes…

“And why did you summon me?” he asked, tilting his head, the same smirk present on his face. He was enticing, enchanting, alluring. It made your mouth water. ‘Whoa, what the fuck?’ You shook your head, as if trying to shake your thoughts away.

“I uh…” you trailed off immediately. What were you supposed to say? Most who dabbled in the occult summoned demons for specific reasons, like making deals or wreaking havoc. Why did you do it? ‘To prove I could’ didn’t seem like a reasonable enough reason but you didn’t want to lie.

“Let me guess,” he said when you didn’t answer him. “To prove you could?”

Your eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping you. “Can you read my mind?” you whispered. He stared at you, his smirk widened until he burst into laughter, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “I was just guessing.” His laughter continued for a moment longer before subsiding.

“Although,” he continued, eyes scanning your body, the front of your robe having come loose during the ritual, slipping down your shoulders and exposing the pink lace of the lingerie you wore underneath. “You seem awfully dressed up for just testing a ritual,” he continued.

You watched as his hand reached out, fingertips skimming over the lace. “Such a pretty set,” he said softly. “I’d hate for it to go to waste.” You stared back at him. “What?” you asked softly, heat coursing through your body. “Why else would you go through the trouble of dressing up in that?” he asked, gesturing to the lingerie under your robe.

“Don’t tell me you actually sleep in that,” he added with a chuckle. You shook your head. “No,” you answered. “I sleep in an old shirt and shorts.” The demon smiled. “I figured as much,” he said, shifting his weight. “So how about it? You summoned me for no reason in particular. How about we make the most of it?” You stared at him blankly. “Make the most of it?” you asked, not sure what he was getting at. He sighed, hanging his head. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” he asked. “Would you like me to peel that lingerie off with my hands or my teeth before I fuck you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, stomach jumping at his crass remark. “You’re going to fuck me?” you squeaked out. He chuckled, reaching out to caress your cheek. “If you’ll let me,” he answered. “You’re dressed for the occasion, aren’t you?” You watched as he stood up, moving to tuck his hands in his pockets. “So, how about it, angel?”

“Want me to make the most of my time here and fuck you?”

You stared up at him, breathing raggedly as he reached down to cup your chin. “You have to say yes or no,” he added. “I can’t read your mind, remember?” You licked your lips before nodding. “Y-yes,” you managed to croak out. A smile crossed his features. “Okay, where do you want me?” he asked.

You looked around the office, noticing the black futon in the corner. “One second,” you said, moving to get up but he stopped you. “Allow me,” he said, simply looking over at the futon and with a flick of his wrist, the piece of furniture pulled itself out, legs scraping against the wooden floor before it flattened.

“There,” he said with a smile, returning his attention to you. You turned back to look at him in awe. “Goddamn,” he said as he started to remove his jacket, letting it fall to the flood. “What?” you asked as he cupped your chin once more.

“You look so good on your knees,” he said softly. “You know that?”

You fought the urge to smile, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Open your robe,” he said as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing the dark locks back from his forehead before his hands moved to start undoing his belt. “I promise I’ll fuck you real good,” he said as he undid the buckle and pulled it open, moving on to unbutton and unzip his leather pants.

“But you have to do something for me first,” he added as he undid his pants. You nodded, staring up at him eagerly awaiting his next order. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

You did as he asked as his hand reached into his pants, pulling his cock free. You stared at it, taking in the thick veiny shaft and dark red head that was already leaking. “Tongue out, beautiful,” he ordered. You obliged, sticking your tongue out. He guided the head to your mouth, letting the tip rest on your tongue, the weight heavy.

“Lick it,” he commanded. You kept your gaze locked with his as you moved your head, giving the tip of his cock a slow deliberate lick. “Good,” he cooed. “Now keep that pretty mouth open wide for me.”

You relaxed your jaw as he slid his cock into your mouth, lips spreading as more and more of his cock entered your mouth until the tip was pressed against the back of your throat. “Good girl,” he said in a steady voice as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Stay right there.”

He held you in place as he started to pull back, his cock sliding along your tongue until just the head was in your mouth. “Remember, keep your mouth wide open for me, baby.” You made a hum of understanding and he thrusted forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag but he made no attempt to move. “Oh,” he said suddenly, giving your hair a firm tug, pulling at your scalp.

“Name’s Chan, by the way. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

He pulled back, thrusting again and setting a steady pace, each time his cock hitting the back of your throat and letting out a groan as you gagged, your throat constricting slightly. Once or twice, he shoved his cock into your throat, effectively fucking your throat and cutting off your access to air. He showed no mercy, fucking your face roughly until your face was stained with tears, spit running down your chin and dripping into your chest in long trails.

Your panties were soaked, your arousal seeping into the lace and no doubt dripping onto the hardwood floor but still Chan didn’t let up. He kept going, thrusting into your mouth, keeping a tight hold on your hair in an almost painful grip. “Undo your top,” he ordered. “Around your neck.”

You reached up, head bobbing with the force of his thrusts and undid the clasp around the back of your neck, letting the halter of your bralette fall, exposing your breasts. “Touch them.”

Your hands cupped your chest as you gagged around his cock again. Squeezing and feeling yourself, pinching your nipples between your fingers. The tips of your fingers touched the spit that had dripped onto your chest and you got an idea. You smeared it over your skin, swirling it around your breasts.

“Oh, so she’s filthy, is she?” Chan asked, breathlessly, pulling your head closer, forcing his cock into your throat until your nose bumped against his groin. He gave a shallow thrust before pulling your head back until his cock sprang free. You gasped, air filling your lungs. “Keep your mouth open,” he said. He forced his cock back into your mouth, thrusting faster.

“Almost,” he groaned. “Gonna cum down your throat and then gonna fuck you until you can’t stand.”

You moaned around his cock and he let out a growl, forcing his cock into your throat, fucking once, twice more before his seed spilled down your throat. He held your head in place until the last drop before he pulled back, dragging his heavy cock along your tongue.

Despite giving you a decent size load, he was still hard. “On the futon,” he ordered. “And keep the lingerie on,” he added. You got up, moving over to the futon, ignoring the ache and burn in your knees as he rid himself of his clothes and followed you. “On your hands and knees, angel,” he said, waiting for you to move into position.

As soon as you did, you felt his fingers slip between your folds, smearing your wetness as he played with your clit. His fingers moved quickly, enjoying the way your body reacted instantly. If it had been any other circumstance, you would have been embarrassed by how quickly he drew an orgasm out of you, walls clenching around nothing as he rubbed your clit.

As you started to come down, you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your folds before he pushed into your cunt, stretching your walls oh-so-deliciously as he filled you inch by inch until his hips were flush with your ass. “Fits like a glove,” he chuckled, hands moving to grab your hips tightly. “You might want to hold onto something,” he added.

“I’m not stopping until you’ve cum on my cock at least three times and are screaming my name.”

You cried out as he set a brutal, rough pace. Each thrust was hard and powerful and you could feel every vein as he throbbed inside you. It felt like he was about to blow again as he fucked you roughly, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, drowned out only by your moans and cries of pleasure.

He kept true to his word, coaxing another two orgasms out of you as he kept the same ruthless pace. Your walls fluttered around him in the aftershock of your third orgasm of the night. “Just one more,” he reminded you. “And you have to scream my name,” he added. “It’s Chan by the way,” he said again. “In case you forgot.”

“I haven’t!” you gasped, your cunt clenching around him as your body was sent hurtling towards another orgasm. “Scream my name,” he said again, angling his thrusts into the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cursed. “Gonna cum!”

“Good,” he growled. “Scream my name and I’ll finish,” he added. Part of you didn’t want him to finish. You wanted to keep going all night. As your orgasm washed over you, you bit your tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. As your walls spasmed around him, he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“I told you if you scream my name, we’ll be done,” he said as his hips slowed. You glanced over your shoulder at him. “I don’t want to stop,” you said breathlessly. Chan raised a brow at your words, a smirk starting to form. “So you want me to fuck you all night, then?” he asked, punctuating his question with a snap of his hips, making you cry out. You nodded quickly.

“Yes!” you gasped. “I want you to fuck me all night!”

Chan let out a chuckle as he guided you further onto the futon, climbing on top behind you. “Fine,” he said, sliding his cock out of you and moving to lay on his back beside you. “But you take over for a bit,” he said, resting his hands behind his head. “My feet were getting tired. And besides,” he added as you straddled his hips, sinking down on his cock with a moan.

“I rather like the view.”

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