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everything i didn’t say — hongjoong

- pairing: fem!reader x hongjoong

- rating / genre: G / fluff, angst, friends to lovers

- word count: 2.8k

- warnings: bad writing 🤡, eating scenes throughout, slight emotional constipation from everyone, mention of anxiety throughout, mentions feeling abandoned, heartbreak and then everything works out lol, kissing

- note: this moves kinda fast since it is a one shot for a specific person lol. this is also loosely inspired by everything i didn’t say by 5sos, except they were never in an official relationship. also, it takes like a weird turn and shifts weird halfway through? and this is my first work i’ve written since i last posted so i’m still getting into the groove of things i’m sorry 😭 anyway! this is dedicated to @carmelakimtodoroki for the special exchange event in @kflixnet !! hope you like what i wrote for you <3 @underworldnet

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nails - park seonghwa

word count : 800

warnings : smut, squirting, mentions of blood, sugar daddy au, 10-year age gap

a/n : just a warmup bc i haven’t written anything in about 7 months LOL

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one last night ; j.yh

contains: non-idol au, heavy angst, terminal illness, death, death of a loved one, hospitals, tell me if i missed anything!

wc: 0.9k

note: i didn’t proofread this, so it might have some errors, love u!

the offending ring of yunho’s phone echoed through the room as he was ripped out of his trance. he put the documents he was reading down and looked at the caller. it was the hospital. yunho felt his breath stagger as he picked up, the soft voice of the nurse greeting him through the speaker.

“hello! am i talking to jeong?” she asked.

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SEX MANIAC Part 2

Warnings: major daddy kink, major babygirl girl. Naming private parts kink. Size kink? Smut smut smut!

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Pairings: Bang Chan/Chris x Maya (aka reader)

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WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND | OT7 DREAM

WC: 2876

WARNINGS: drugs, sexual content, alcohol, food, and more.

GENRES: Rave vibes, poly!Dream

MINORS DNI

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You remembered this house so clearly. Every painting on the walls, the slightly stained couch pushed against the wall. All of it brought back the memories you weren't sure you wanted to relive. Memories of happy times leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

The house was in good shape, gray walls and wood floors still in perfect shape despite the constant traffic the place had.

A few steps. That was all it took to put you in front of the familiar basement door. The door you were never invited behind during the night.

The strong smell of booze and the familiar green substance you love fills your senses as you trek the steps, the bright blacklights gradually illuminating the blue dress hugging your body along with the white fishnets you paired to it.

When you reach the bottom is when your outfit truly glows, Makeup popping against your skin in the dark and smoke filled room beneath the house.

You dodge sweaty bodies left and right, slipping through the crowd and past the abundance of beams littering the rather large concrete area beneath the eight bedroom home they resided within. You had been here in the past, but never during one of THESE parties. Jaemin insisted you wouldn't be safe and you never fought him.

Your eyes scan the mass, eyes landing on the bar with a tiny grin spreading across your plush lips. You could see Chenle and Jeno.

Elation replaces your worries in a heartbeat, body moving far too fast as you slink through the crowd. It had been ages since you felt this type of emotion course through you. Everything had been monotone for at least three years. Nothing out of place or chaotic. Nothing exciting.

You see Jeno look at you and smile, eyes widening as he and Chenle finish making some drinks.

With a rough shove, you manage to push past the people who blocked your way only to find the two of them had vanished into the crowd once again.

"Damnit."

You curse softly, leaning on the table before pouring a decent amount of gin into a glass. Your favorite, brand and all. A tiny smile parts your lips at the realization, a tiny sip taken to adjust to the flavor once again.

"So Chenle wasn't lying when he said he saw you."

The deep voice of Jisung chokes you, body whipping to face the tall and slender man. He was older now for sure, ash purple hair and dark makeup strikingly bold against his pretty skin. He was practically drenched in the scent of his Kalvin Klein perfume, blue contacts making his eyes shine when he bends to look closer at you. He was hot.

The way he was dressed only added to him.

An orchid colored silk blouse, front tucked into leather pants and a silver belt buckle matching his accessories. Most of the buttons were undone, showing a silver body chain off as it trails your eyes down his frame and to his navel. Fuck.

His eyes follow suit, eyes drinking in the way the tight satin squeezes you in all the right places. You had certainly filled out a bit since the last time he saw you. He loved seeing you step away from baggy tops and loose sweats. He loved that your body was now being displayed.

"No. He wasn't… Hi, Jisung. It’s been a long time.” Your voice is strained, eyes fixed on the chain across his chest when you respond. He seems to pick up on that, smirking a bit as he leans closer to your face.

“I take it you like my choice in accessories.” His voice is a whisper, your cheeks flushing as you muster up the courage to speak.

“And you like my dress, so I think that makes it even, hmm?” The way your voice shakes pulls a tiny chuckle from the man, the two of you now intense staring battle.

His eyes were clouded with humor and a tinge of something you didn’t recognize. At least not something you’d seen in HIS eyes before.

“Are you two going to stay here all night, or are you coming to the den? You know they're waiting for her, Ji.” A rather frustrated voice pulls you both from your thoughts, eyes darting to see a more mature Mark with crossed arms who was eyeing you as if you were dirt on his shoes.

They had all grown so much. Mark was sporting dark blue hair,pushed out of his face and cut a bit shorter than last time you saw him. His brow was pierced as well. You had never really gotten on well with Mark, so you had practically known he would glare at you all night.

“Right. Follow us, Y/N.” Jisung speaks gently, hand placed on the small of your back to guide you.

They were different. Physically, at least. Mark and Jisung were more fit now, both a tiny bit taller. The black leather jacket, leather pants, and hardly there blue mesh top showing more of Mark then what you’d seen over the years.

The three of you make your way through a curtain, a tinted glass door coming into view alone with five more familiar faces, one of them looking panicked and nervous as they play with their hands.

Jaemin.

He was sitting there with his eyes on the wall, dark brunette hair falling messily past his brow as he toys with his ring. A black mesh top and unbuttoned silk blouse adorned his pretty body, tight jeans hugging his firm thighs perfectly as they always had.

When the door opens, you can suddenly hear them again, voices a bit deeper but still clearly belonging to the men you knew so well.

“I just think you guys are idiots for sending Jisung and Mark rather than TALKING TO HER YOURSELVES!” The smooth voice of Renjun bites at Chenle is mandarin, neither of whom had realized you were there.

“Come on, you know EXACTLY why we ran off! If we hadn’t told you guys, you’d bitch just the same!” Chenle speaks in a gruff tone, eyes rolling to the back of his head in irritation.

Your lips part into a smile, eyes crinkling as Jeno and Haechan mumble back and forth to one another about random things.

“I’m right here, you know.” You speak in mandarin, watching as all eyes fall on you in shock. The room was quieter now, silence eating away at you slowly.

You take this time to drink in the new appearances of the men, noting how much more mature they looked to be.

Haechan is the closest to you currently, warm brown hair gently curled and parted to show his doe eyes to you. He was dressed more casually than the others as well. A black jacket layered over a plum colored tank top, dark ripped jeans stretching over his fit legs. You silently wondered how he got those to fit around the thick flesh of his legs.

Next was Jeno, who had changed the most, muscles sculpted beautifully and hair once again its natural black hue. A fitted navy turtleneck tucked into dark dress pants showed his stomach and arms to be much tighter. His eyes hold no fear when he looks into yours, the lovely smile you knew welcoming you back warmly.

Renjun, who caught your eyes first, had seemingly decided to look like sin itself. His long black and silver hair falling over his face, giving him a sensual look. A pink crop top with long fishnet sleeves and high waisted light wash jeans showing his thin waist off without taking away from his natural assets, making him quite the view compared to what you were used to seeing him in.

The dirty blonde hair atop Chenle’s head brings a smile to your face just as much as his red plaid pants and baggy black top. The graphic lettering is confusing yet still fitting for his chaotic personality. Your eyes land on the many chains along his pants before landing on his own, a smile crossing his expression as he breaks the silence.

“Finally! Did Jisung get lost?” The pretty voice of Chenle wakes everyone up as he moves over to you, trapping you in a strong hug with a happy grin. He hadn’t changed, clearly.

“More like eye-fucking. I thought I would have to witness the full deed.” Mark speaks up, tone lacing with disgust as he smirks evilly at your now heated expression. He had always chosen to push your buttons.

“Watch it, Mark. She’s already looking at you like she might kill you.” Haechan speaks up next, walking over to hug you himself with a small chuckle. His hands make their way to your waist, sultry smirk not leaving his lips as he pulls away and gives you a spin.

“Fuck, princess. You filled out nicely, didn’t you?” The brunette speaks in a low groan, eyes fixed on every curve of your pretty body. Haechan was always the bold one of the men you’d known, never afraid to touch you or say what was on his mind.

"I guess so, baby. Do you like it?" You tease him a bit, moving your hair to the side as you smile innocently at the man. Haechan was simple. And easy to arouse.

"You're damn right, I do." He speaks back in a low growl, leaning back into the wall to keep himself from pouncing you right that second.

Your eyes trail the room once again, landing on Renjun's exposed stomach for a second. He was thinner now, curves a bit more refined. His pretty skin stretched across his body beautifully. You had always wondered what was hidden under all the baggy clothes he wore.

"Eyes up here, Princess." His gentle voice breaks your thoughts, eyes meeting his gentle glare.

"You have prettier hips than me, and you want my eyes 'up here'? How is that fair trade?" You speak in a teasing voice, watching a smirk pull across his dazzling lips. The two of you always played cat and mouse.

This was another example of it.

But there was one thing you weren't enjoying about this situation. Jaemin. He had hardly glanced at you, not saying a word since you walked into this damned room.

"So what magically made Jaehyun allow you around us again? Last I checked, we all got a call saying we were 'irresponsible, drugged up, sex crazed teenagers who can't even land a real job'." The sarcasm lacing Jeno's voice was substantial. You could hear the pain lacing the words.

"Well beings I've been single and on a bender for a week or two by now, I don't think he has much to say. And don't get me started on my lovesick puppy bullshit." The answer seemingly makes all of them feel a bit of relief, shoulders slumping to give them away. What you didn't know is how much of the anger you let slide into your seemingly nonchalant words.

“Still don't understand why you were with him in the first place. Anyone could tell you he wasn't the right man for you.” Chenle speaks in a cold tone, eyes fixed on the Forget me not necklace hanging on your decollete.

A small smile graces your features at the saltiness in the young man’s voice, watching as the man shifts in his seat.

“Stability. That’s why” Jeno speaks for you, eyes crinkling as his arm wraps around your waist. The smile was fake, his dull eyes lacking their usual luster and shine. You had grown used to his puppy dog eyes before leaving, so seeing them void of emotion stumps you beyond repair.

The room seems lighter as the conversations continue, all but Jaemin jumping in when they see fit. Jeno had let you go and sat down after a bit, being replaced by a rather handsy Jisung who had led you to take a seat atop his lap.

For a while, his hand was massaging at your shoulders, soothing you the way he had in the past. It was when those familiar slim fingers crept to your thighs that you began to pay attention to him properly.

You quickly look down, eyes focusing on the slender fingers dancing across the skin at the edge of the pretty blue fabric hugging them. You feel your skin tingle, body wriggling for comfort when he grazes your inner thigh. A tiny gasp escapes your lips in an instant, causing a low chuckle to slip from Jisung in response. Shifting, his lips brush the shell of your ear, sending an electric shock through your body. His warmth was causing you to melt into a puddle.

"Come on, let's go dance." Is all he says before stopping his wandering hands, leaving you on edge for the time being. He then moves you, taking your hand as he stands up and nods to Jeno.

"We're going to go have fun. I'll keep her safe." You hear him tell the guys, none of them fully acknowledging Jisung as he leads you out of the green room. You follow him without a care, the two of you snaking past people left and right until you reach the bar.

"Gin and tonic? Or something fruity?" You smile and point to the peach juice, deciding to let him mix whatever he wants into it.

“Of course you want something like that. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, baby?” His tone is deep, sending a strong shiver through your body. Every hair was on edge as he leaned close, mixing things blindly as he whispers in your ear. The feeling of his body leaned over you, caging you to the table is enough to make your knees shake in anticipation.

“No more nightmares. Only fantasies.” Jisung chuckles when you whimper, putting the straw to your lips with a sly grin on his face. You open your lips slightly, eyes meeting his when you take a sip of the substance and cringe.

“Fucking hell, Ji…” Laughter is the only response you get, his hands grabbing your hips as he towers over you from behind and pulls you close.

"Don't tell me you're gonna back down, Y/N. If you can't handle me, you could have said it." His words are a growl, furthering the wet patch forming against your thighs. You couldn't help the tiny moan that slips past at his next comment.

"Filthy of you to have nothing under that short ass dress, baby. Were you hoping to get fucked by one of us? Who was it, hm? Jaemin?" His hands cup your ass, pushing you against the table soon after. You shake your head, eyes closing as you try to keep your focus on anything but his clothed member pushing in between your legs just right.

"Who? Jeno? Mark wouldn't even be a guess. Haechan? Tell me who, pretty girl." The teasing clouds your mind with a delicious haze, body trembling as you clench around nothing.

"If I told you, what would you do? What if it was Renjun, Jisung?" The tone is cocky yet broken, your throat dry when he grabs your hair and whispers in your ear.

"I'd have to make you forget the little shit even exists." Your body tenses at that, a moan slipping past your lips with a needy whine as you press your ass into his crotch. The first time he curses, and it’s when his cock is pushed against you.

"You wouldn't." The words make him back away, an evil grin spreading across his face as he speaks again.

"Not now, I won't. Just wait. I’ll make you regret saying that.” His eyes scan you with lust once more before he slips away. Before you lose sight, you see his lips move in silence; and the phrase he mouths alone is enough to make you move.

‘Find me’

Then he vanished from your line of sight and into the crowd.

With a tiny huff, you chug the last of the drink in your hand and head into the crowd. People bump into you left and right as you struggle your way through. Everyone was intoxicated in one way or another.

You push past everyone, looking around for the tall man without success. It seemed as though he wasn’t in the basement at all now.

With a sharp turn, you go back to the room with the others and see only six out of the seven men who were supposed to be here. With a tiny complaint, you plop down between Renjun and Haechan before snatching the joint from Renjun’s lips. The man lets out a small protest as you take a long drag and hold it in your chest for a moment, exhaling it into his face with a tiny wink.

The rush comes quickly, your body no longer used to the green substance as you choke a small cough.

“I take it Jisung decided to play cat and mouse?” Renjun speaks into your ear with a chuckle, watching your pout contort as you bite your lower lip.

“Yeah.” You snatch Haechan’s drink and take a sip.

“But we all know he won’t hide forever.”

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Ocean orgasm //Bang Chan// 18+

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Warnings: very fluffy, very smutty, mafia Chan, Bookworm Maya. A dash of angst. Babygirl kink. 

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Daddy Issues [8:59 P.M.]

Changbin x Black! Female Reader

Day Eight: Romantic Gestures ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Rolling blunts for your lover is a romantic gesture and that’s a hill I will die on, thank you. ♥️

CW: Smut smut smut, big dick Binnie, size kink/difference (reader is shorter than Changbin), spanking.

TW: Mentions of abuse, weed.

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Daddy issues, Rin had daddy issues. And so did Seo Changbin.

“F-fuck, right there, daddy…!” She whined. Changbin chuckled and pulled her hair, pulling hard enough to make her head jerk back towards him. Rin whimpered as the pain of her hair being pulled stabbed her scalp in the most delicious way possible. He planted a hard smack on her ass cheeks as he continued thrusting, his dick penetrating deeper and deeper with every thrust. Rin gasped dramatically when she felt his hand plant hard on her ass. Out of a reflex, she slightly jerked, unintentionally pulling away from his grasp but Changbin caught it before she pulled away too much. His neediness wouldn’t let her pull away too far.

“Nah uh, princess, don’t run from me. Come here. You can take this dick, I know you can do it.” He huffed. He wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in a headlock and pulling her back against his abs. From that angle, she could feel his dick pound much deeper as it stabbed her sweet spot. Rin nearly screamed as his dick pounded so deep, clenching on his dick to keep him close like he’d disappear at any moment.

“O-oh…! S-so deep, daddy…!” She moaned. Changbin gripped her hip as he continued to thrust. “You feel it so deep, don’t you, baby?” He asked, pounding his dick so deep it almost hurt. But knowing Rin, Changbin knew she loved it that way. “Y-yes…!” She shouted, her pussy clenching on him so hard. He planted another smack on her ass, feeling his dick throb violently. “Can I cum, daddy?” She begged, clenching around him to urge him to approve. And approve he did, because he caressed her hips before gripping them. “Cum for me, princess…. Show daddy how good you are.” He insisted, and before he could say anything else, she came around his dick, soaking it in cream just as he came deep inside of her.

He removed his arm from around her neck and carefully laid her down after he pulled out. He went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag, carefully wiping their cum from her pussy. She flinched from the sensitivity and watched him continue to clean her up. “Relax, princess. I’m just cleaning you up before we smoke.” He softly soothed, placing a soft kiss on her inner thighs.

“I thought Chan didn’t like us smoking in his apartment?” She asked as she watched him clean her up. “Chan literally gets high on his off days here, do you seriously think he cares?” He responded, tossing the rag into the bin. “True…. He must clean really well for his apartment to not smell like weed. I’m just surprised he’s letting us stay here for a week.”

“A week while we wait for the landlord to let us know we can move into the apartment we just got. She said most definitely Thursday we should be good.” He told her. He helped her slip into his black joggers and the undershirt she packed in her bag before he dressed himself. Then he started rolling up a blunt for them to smoke. “I’m still shocked we got it, but we definitely need it.” She mumbled, watching as he worked on their joint. When he was done, he passed it to her and even gave her the lighter. Rin flicked the lighter on before lighting the joint and taking a draft.

“Very much needed. I need to get the fuck out of that house.” Changbin said. Rin held it in before she blew out the smoke and reached over to wrap her arms around him from behind. “It’s almost over, Binnie.” She softly said. His hand reached up and caressed hers. “I’m so sick of him…. I’m so close to fighting back but I can’t get kicked out now. Not when we’re so close to getting this apartment. I know we can stay with Chan for this week leading up to our move in date but I don’t want to put more weight on Chan’s shoulders. And I know I can’t stay with you and your mom because your dad lives in the area and he fucking hates me. I don’t feel like putting up with his racist shit ass attitude towards me.”

She passed him the blunt and pressed her lips into his cheek, softly kissing his skin like it was fragile. “I’m so sorry, Binnie. Remember…. Landlord said we can most definitely move in on Thursday. We’re almost there.” She said. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and held it in before he blew the smoke out, making sure to keep it out her face. “I’m being as patient as I can, I’m just…. Tired of relying on makeup to hide it. I wanna be able to leave my house without having to put on makeup and panicking that someone will see the bruise underneath.” He sighed brokenly. “Binnie—“

“I’m not letting you fight him. I don’t care how much experience you have fighting bigger and taller men. I’m not putting you in that position.” He interrupted as he took another drag. “You’re not putting me in anything, Binnie. I’m defending you, I’m just sick of him putting his hands on you. I can take him down easily.” She argued. “I’ll be nice about it but I can’t promise I will be nice forever. If he puts another bruise on you, I just might kill that man.” She argued. Changbin went silent as he heard her speak.

“I’m sorry. That was dark.” She apologized as she took the blunt from him to have her drag. “It’s okay, I know you want to protect me. My little princess is a dangerous fighter.” He commented as he pulled her close and put a kiss on her forehead.

This wasn’t a lie, either. Rin was known for being the person that people shouldn’t fight. Not only because she was smart but because she was a lot stronger than her size suggested. She was a bit past 5 feet, but she was quite a dangerous fighter with a lengthy backstory in self-defense. It didn’t matter the size or gender, she was not the person one should fight. She’s even fought and won against people in the military. She was scared of no one and she was not afraid to fight his father, so long as his father stopped putting his hands on and harming Changbin.

“One more bruise or mark of some kind and I’m paying your father a visit.” She told him. Changbin chuckled as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “My princess, always so protective of me.” He chuckled. Rin took a drag of the blunt and smiled at Changbin. “I’m fiercely protective of the ones I love.” She commented. Changbin kissed her neck before pulling her closer. “Protective and loyal. One of the biggest reasons I love you. I give back to you in the best way, too.” He said to her. She smiled again, running her fingers through his fluffy hair.

“Oh, I know. You roll blunts for us to smoke, you clean me up first after we fuck, and you dress me when we’re done. You’re so sweet, Binnie. I love you.” Rin said, lacing her fingers into his hand. Changbin took a draft of the blunt and blushed as he kissed her lips. “You’re my everything. I love you, too, Rin.”

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The Devil’s Heart [10:46 P.M.]

Devil! Bang Chan x Black/Female Reader

The birth of this fic came from my hyper fixation on Tekken, specifically on Devil Jin, which I’ve loved since childhood. You’re welcome, and don’t question my methods. ♥️🤭

This is the reference, by the way~

Day Seven: First Love ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Smut smut smut, major size kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, spanking, breeding, oral (m/f receiving), etc.

CW// brief mentions of past sa and murder, mental health concerns.

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She was his first love, the love of his life. The only one who accepted the truth, accepted the devil.

The only one who accepted that he was the devil.

Seven moaned lightly as he carried on.

“Look at you…. On your knees for the devil…. You’re such a bad girl.” He told her. His clawed hand gripped her hair, using it as a way to hold her still while he continued to thrust his thick, long cock into her mouth. He briefly pulled out and looked down at her. “Daddy…. P-please….” She pleaded. “What do you want, baby girl? Speak up.” He told her, his red irises trained on her. “I-I want you to f-fuck me.. p-please….!” She begged loudly.

As soon as she said that, he spun her around and put her on her hands and knees on the bed. Her back was pressed to his chest as he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. She gasped, clenching on him as he didn’t wait at all. He started thrusting, pushing his cock into her with no mercy.

Seven felt her eyes well up with tears at how good his thrusts felt. “…. O-oh my g-god…!” She whimpered out loud, her pussy fluttering around his cock so soon. Chan snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her at a pace so brutal anyone would’ve been concerned. But regardless of the pace, Seven loved every second of it. Every thrust was so powerful, so hard, so deep and so rough…. Yet so good that she couldn’t ignore it. She loved every part of the rough sex they were having.

She shivered as his cock slammed right into her sweet spot over and over again. The delicious pleasure made her tears spill from her eyes, her senses feeling like they were on fire. Right when she thought he was partially done, one of his clawed hands came down and smacked her ass so hard she was surprised there wasn’t a scratch on her skin. She whimpered as he kept spanking her the same way, his hand coming down on her ass in a sequence.

“D-daddy…! She yelped as he continued. His other hand gripped her hair and pulled her hair back, the pain stabbing her scalp just like the pleasure stabbed every one of her senses. “Speak, princess.” He told her, his thrusts never stopping or slowing down. “I-I’m c-close….!” She cried out. Before she could say anything else, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back and pushed his thick cock back in. She watched as he kept thrusting in, his hips slamming into hers in brutal thrusts. He leaned his forehead against hers, careful so his horns wouldn’t hurt her.

“Cum for me, princess. Show me how good girls behave, regardless if they’re with the devil.” He urged, a seductive smirk on his face. Seven nearly cried out as his cock continued pushing in over and over again. His hands gripped her thighs, making her scream as his cock struck so much deeper as they both got closer to their climax. “Cum with me, princess, just like a good girl.” He told her, and with that, Seven let go.

“C-Chris….!” She screamed as she came, coating his cock in her cum. He followed right along with her, his cock painting her walls white with his own cum. He held her hips as he gave it a few more harsh thrusts and then came to a stop. Seven was panting, practically gasping for air from the intense pleasure that came seconds ago. Chris pulled out gently and leaned down. He did not wait as he delved his tongue into her pussy. Seven cried out, fisting the sheets and his hair as she felt him eat her out. “Fuck, baby. Pull my horns.” He growled. Seven giggled with lust as she gripped his horns, grinding her pussy on his face.

The pleasure of him fucking her was already so good, but now she was pleasurably overstimulated. Chris was practically draining her, yet she moaned as he kept eating her out. “Mmm…. So sweet, princess…. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He mumbled as he licked her slit. He held her by her inner thighs, keeping her legs open with his raw strength. Seven fisted his hair, huffing as she felt more cum spill out, right as Chris licked it up. Only then did he finally ease up and pull away. He looked down at her, letting her reach up and touch his abs right where the devil marks were. That’s when Chris felt it— he felt himself coming back.

The devil began to slowly vanish and allow him to return to his human form. His horns went away, his black feathered wings shrank, the black marks on his chest disappeared, the metal-clawed hands changed back to his regular hands, his skin became more human-looking, the gem on his forehead vanished along with his red irises, and he had completely returned. Chris took a breath before opening his eyes to look at her. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “Are you okay?” He asked her. Seven smiled gently as she nodded, wrapping her arms around his. “That was so hot…. We should do it again sometime.” She said softly. Chris chuckled lightly as he ran his thumb along her skin. “I didn’t know you’d like it that much. Thought it would freak you out. I didn’t expect my devil to want to be close to you like that.” He told her. He laid down, pulling Seven on top of him. She shook her head and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I trust you, Chris. I could tell you were still in control.” She told him.

She snuggled up to him as he pulled the sheets over them, exhaustion starting to hit them both. “I love you, Seven. I meant it. You’re my first love. The first one to accept that this is me. The love of my life.” He said. She blushed, cuddling close to him. “I love you, too, Chris. You’re my everything, and I’m grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for always protecting me.” She replied.

“Of course, love. You know I’ll always protect you.” Seven hugged him tighter. “You really killed him?” She asked softly, her head against his chest. “I did. Fucker had it coming, especially after what he did to you.” Chris huffed. Seven smiled as she snuggled into him more. “I’m sorry you had to see the aftermath of that. The crying, the nightmares, the investigations, the trauma therapy sessions, the psychological diagnoses, all of that. I didn’t want you to have to witness that.” She admitted. Chris lightly squeezed her waist. “Seven…. It’s not your fault. I killed that fucker. And though it doesn’t reverse anything, I did it to protect you. I’m always gonna be by your side.” He responded. Seven hugged him tighter. “I love you so much.” She mumbled sleepily. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she quickly slipped off into sleep. He kissed the top of her head.

“I fucking love you, and I’ll do anything to protect you.”

check out angel’s fic for day seven of the season of love event!