Freedom (Johnny) - final
pairing: Demon!Johnny x Dancer!You (female character)
word count: around 6k
synopsis: After dancing at NCTâs party and having a private session with Johnny, you find yourself in a different situation.Â
Inspired by Freedom - Kris Wu ft Jhené Aiko.
(Part 1 here)
[a/n]: i actually had a side-blog once and posted it there but i got authorâs block and deleted everything. anyway, iâm rather proud of this scenario so i decided to post it again lol
You say you want some freedom
You ain't got a leash on, you ain't coming home
But where you wanna go
You already know
We can blow a creeper on the low
Iâll be on my throne
Tryna take it slow
Guess you can control, let's play
 On rainy days, Y/N would rant about having to go to college in such a weather, then she would eat a schwarma and watch a good âVines Compilationâ until her mood was slightly better. Chances were that, if the âBewitched boy vineâ or the Mexican kid screaming "Alguien se comiĂł mi tortaâ were in them, sheâd smile.
However, since Johnny Seo happened, Y/N didnât do any of that.
And that was three months ago.
âYouâre really refusing a ride for college in this shitty weather?!â Yuta rolled his eyes.
âIâm refusing dying for a second time, Yuta.â Y/N chuckled.
âI wonât pick you up if the storm gets stronger, you know that, right?â
âYeah, I know.â She opened the door of her apartment. âBefore you leave, turn the lights off.â
âWhy donât you move back to our house?â
âBecause I canât stand Youngho.â Y/N quipped. âDonât forget the lights, dear!â
âIâll pick you up at 9PM, collegeâs main door. One minute late and youâll go back home all alone and in the rain.â Yuta yelled while she was leaving.
âThank you.â She grinned, knowing he would always play hard to get.
 Later that nightâŠ
When Johnny heard a loud â excited â scream coming from Lucas, he knew she was there. It took her almost two months to come back... But who was counting, huh?
He pushed the girl out of his lap and barely looked at her while he dressed back.
âYou gotta leave.â
âWhat?â The blonde beauty glared at him, shocked.
âYou gotta leave. I need to address to an important matter right now.â
âB-but you said you didnât have any business today!â
âTurns out I do.â He sighed. âHurry up, Iâll escort you to the door.â
The girl pouted, but it didnât make him change his mind. His attention drifted to the new female demon that had entered his property, the one that made his blood boil. He checked himself in the big mirror, feeling extremely hypnotising and sensual. Obviously, Y/N would pretend not to feel a thing, but he wanted her to be a bit shaken by his appearance. They didnât part in good terms, so Johnny decided to give her a sample of the life she lost by gently telling him âto fuck offâ and storming out of the room like a crazy ex-girlfriend. While closing his door, he made sure the sound was loud. When he walked to the stairs, he could hear Taeyong and Yuta saying something about âkitchenâ and there was a small silence. Perfect for his dramatic entrance.
Y/N looked up to the foyer at the sound of steps, her insides tightening at the sight of Seo Youngho. Then, right behind him, there was a tall, golden-haired lady that looked like a model.
âCassiopeia is leaving.â Johnny announced in that hypnotic voice of his.
âI thought she had just arrived?!â Lucas frowned.
âTurns out she has some stuff to do.â
The girl looked so offended by his remark but didnât object to any of it.
âOh, ok then.â Lucas shrugged. âY/N, Doyoung and I are going up to play some games, sheâll sleep over. Yuta and Tae are cooking dinner. Wanna join us?â
âYes.â He shook his head. âBye, Cassiopeia.â
And without a word, he left her alone in the staircase. She made an âIâm offendedâ sound and came to the main floor, looking at Y/N and Lucas in pure annoyance.
âJohnny said he didnât have anything to do, but then he kicks me out⊠What is happening, Lucas?â She inquired, trying to pout cutely.
âHow would I know that, dear?â Lucas ventured, dismissing her with a soft grin. âCâmon Y/N, Iâve bought the French deck so you can teach me that truco game.â
Truco is a card game for two, four or six players, who shout a lot and make signs to tell their partner what cards they had. Itâs a popular game in Latin American countries, with some regional differences, but funny either way. She was used to play that with her friends, Inez being the one that taught them how to. Since she couldnât see the girls ever so often, Y/N decided that she would teach the boys, so whenever she felt like playing, sheâd have company.
When Lucas opened his bedroom door, Johnny was there â his silky black hair parted in the middle and the white button-up shirt with the three first ones unbuttoned. Y/N felt as if she was punched in the stomach, his beauty too much for her own good.
âWhat are we playing?â Johnny asked.
âNothing.â She replied. âActually, Iâll go to the kitchen to help Yuta and Taeyong.â
âAre you really going to run away every time we meet?â Johnny pouted. âI didnât take you as a coward, mei fortuna.â
âAnd I didnât take you as a joke, Youngho, but look at where we are now?!â She spat.
âOk, Iâm gonna get Doyoung and when I come back, I want everyone behaving politely and pretending to be friends, huh?!â Lucas spoke slowly, as if he was talking to small, naughty children.
He left the room, closing the door with a dry sound. Y/N sighed, throwing herself on his bed and facing the ceiling in a stupid attempt to ignore the male demon.
âSo, howâs life?â Johnny tried going for a small talk.
âPretty good.â Y/N muttered. She intended to sound rude.
âDid Yuta tell you about the party this weekend?â
âHe did, yes.â
âYou coming?â
âIâm not sure. Maybe.â She looked at her nails, pretending to be uninterested.
âYou canât possible think about living only with your friendsâ sins, Y/N. What if they notice youâre always the reason they start gossiping?â
âI donât live off of only gossips. People commit sins every hour, duh.â
âYou manipulate them to commit small sins, then?â Johnny laughed. âThat isnât enough.â
âWell, you shouldâve thought better before ruining my life and turning me into a demon. I prefer doing things this way, itâs easier and doesnât make my conscience ashamed.â
âAre you kidding me? You make your friends sin! What type of conscience is that?â
âAnd what about you? Do you even have one? You, I quote again, ruined my fucking life!â
âAw, donât be petty. At least I did it for myself and never pretended to have done with for something or someone else.â The corner of his mouth quirked up and she rolled her eyes.Â
What was she expecting, to begin with? That he killed her to save his friends?! To save the world?! Ha, ha.
âSee? And Iâm doing this for myself too.â
âYou wonât be powerful enough if you keep doing it.â
âI donât intend to be powerful enough.â
âAre you sure?â Youngho tilted his head to the side, only the tiniest bit, but it drove her crazy.  That horrible man was so sarcastic and so arrogant⊠Ugh! She wanted to choke him!
Doyoung walked in with Lucas, automatically putting an end to their discussion.
âLet the games begin!â He shouted happily.
Y/N really tried not to get affected by Johnnyâs presence, but it was impossible. She couldnât stop remembering everything. Every fucking thing.
The tension when they met, how she was so hypnotised by him at first glance. Her dance and his eyes on her all the time. When they flirted. When she rejected him. The lap dance. When they kissed. When they fucked and how amazing, ethereal, unique that was⊠Then she died because of him. Fuck, it was so hard to accept the truth! Only being able to live because she took advantage of others and made them sin⊠She even brought her loved ones into the mess! What kind of disgusting creature would even do that?
But demons were like that and the faster she learned to deal with it, the better.
Also, there was one more thing bothering her: if she hadnât arrived, Johnny wouldâve slept with that Cassiopeia girlâŠÂ Right? She said he kicked her out when they arrived.
Y/N felt the need to vomit.
âYou seem a bit off, dear.â She was surprised by Doyoungâs soothing voice and the petname. Normally, Lucas was the one to be affectionate (and caring).
âIâm tired from college, so I canât get into my competitive mode and make the game funnier.â
âHow many months until it ends?â
âTwo, thank God.â She chuckled, earning three smirks in response.
âYouâre really a believer now.â Johnny teased her, knowing she would get annoyed.
âI actually had no other option.â Y/Nâs tone was dry and she refused to look at him.
âWell, Iâm sure the supper is almost ready, so what about we stop the game for now and go to the kitchen? If you eat youâll get a boost of energy.â Doyoung held her hand, shocking her even more.Â
Did the boys actually feel sorry for her having to put up with Johnny?!
âAgreed.â Lucas shook his head. âLetâs go, princess.â
Youngho was frowning due to Doyoungâs odd behaviour, but it got unbearable thanks to Lucasâ boldness. What the fuck was wrong with his friends? Did Y/N need to be pampered and treated as the most delicate flower now?
If he was going to be honest with himself â which he was not â, he'd admit that he was a bit jealous. Y/N didnât need sugar-coated treatment; she liked things rough, she was tough and cold when she needed to be, and knew how to put people in their place. A woman like her should be treated as a goddess, not as a fragile lady. And, well, Johnny knew how to treat her right. He knew exactly what to do to make her squirm, to capture all of her attention, to crawl under her skin. Unfortunately, since they were connected by her transformation, he was sure Y/N knew what to do to him as wellâŠ
Even though she never seemed interested in using it to her favour.
That was the saddest thing about turning people into demons: you created a bond with them; so you could feel when they are struggling, when theyâre excited, when theyâre mad or happy... Thatâs why less and less demons offered or agreed to do so; it was too much trouble. When Y/N woke after âdyingâ and they talked, Johnny went out to find more experienced demons who could help him figure out what really had happened, but there wasnât much information about what happened when someone becomes demon without selling their soul and requesting to come back as one of them. Then, he wasnât able to answer all of her questions and Y/N freaked out, deciding she had enough and was wasting her time... So she left him.
Him.
She didnât leave Yuta, Taeyong, Lucas or Doyoung.
She left just him.
Moreover, it was a hard punch on his ego. No one ever left him, he left them.
When they sat down for dinner, Y/N was between Yuta and Lucas, looking more relaxed than before. She loved Taeyongâs food because it was always homemade and he usually cooked dishes she could use as âcomfort foodâ; besides, thatâs what eating meant to her: comfort. He had prepared dough soup (sujibae), mushrooms, courgettes and garlic bread as sides, and for dessert chocolate lava cake.Â
Yuta poured her some soup while she devoured in one bite the bread.
âDo you live in hunger?â He joked.
âOnly when the weather is shitty.â Y/N stated. âOh God, Tae, I love your food!â
âIâm glad I can help.â The leader smiled lovingly. âDid you have fun playing cards?â
âNo, dear, not at all.â She shook her head. âWould you ever be so kind to pass me the mushrooms, Dodo?â The adorable smile she gave Doyoung (and that hideous petname) made Johnny scow.Â
What the fuck was happening there?
âShould we start with the British accent as well?! Maybe some Regency outfits and a full decoration?â Doyoung joked, handling her the mushroom bowl.
âCapital! That would be precious.â Y/N leaned forward, a hand on her heart and eyes twinkling. âIâd like to be called âYour Graceâ or âmiladyâ.â
âHoly fuck!â Lucas tried to muffled a laugh. âSuits you perfectly, tho. However, since Iâve always been calling you âprincessâ I might have to stick with âYour Highnessâ, huh?â
âThe higher the better.â She winked.
âDamn, youâre still here but Iâm already missing you so much!â Yuta bawled. âPlease, come back home! Youâll be safer and happier here, I swear.â
âAgreed.â Lucas and Doyoung said at the same time.
She felt her heart warm up with that. It was awesome living together with them â unfortunately, she didnât want to put up with all the trouble Johnny brought her, and he sure would. Also, what would she do if he showed up with girls night after night? She couldnât spend the whole day in the bedroom and the boys would think she was sick or going officially crazy⊠Yes, of course she could talk about Johnny with any of them, but she didnât want to. Talking about him would make things more real⊠And she preferred to ignore it.
âYou know I canât, Yuta.â She was about to change subjects when she earned the puppiest âpuppy eyesâ look of all them: Taeyong. âStop, Tae! Donât look at me like that! Itâs not good for the baby.â
âWhich baby?â He paled.
âMe.â Her mouth twitched.
Lucas chuckle soon turned into a laugh and soon everyone started laughing too⊠Everyone but Johnny. His eyes were bored into her, trying to tore her skin and uncover all truth she had hidden â sincerely, with the intensity of that gaze, she wouldnât be surprised if she was naked.
 Johnny left her mouth, his strong body hovering over her and his hand kept its work. Y/N felt her heart beating loudly thanks to the pleasure.
It had to be the pleasure.
âWeâre not doing things your way.â She moaned.
âAre you sure?â There he was again, being the stupidly arrogant man he was.
âWeâre not.â Y/N tried to assure her own head.
âAw, I think we will.â His long digit eased its way inside her, making Y/Nâs eyes shut automatically. The hideous man! âWhat do you say?â
âStop, Youngho, thatâs what I say. Stop.â
He paused as instructed but his finger was still in her.
Y/N abruptly shifted on the bed, the wet dream still painfully alive on her memory. She looked to the side â Lucas, as the heavy sleeper he was, didnât even flinch at her agony. Leaving the mattress, she grabbed her night-robe and decided that the kitchen was the best place to deal with frustrations⊠Or whatever âwet dreamsâ should be classified.
 She was in the middle of preparing hot chocolate when she heard steps.
âOh, youâre here.â Johnnyâs voice sent shivers down her spine.
âYoungho.â Y/N breathed in.
âY/N.â
âWhy are you here?â
âAm I not allowed to enter my own kitchen?â
âThatâs not what I meant.â
âIâm here because I was hungry and smelled chocolate, so I thought Tae was having a midnight-crisis and wanted to bake something to chill out.â He shrugged. âAnyway, mei fortuna, what about you? What made you wake up so early? A wet dream?â He smiled innocently at her, doing his best to look uninterested.
âHow the fuck did you know?â
âIâm connected to you, I told you already.â
âYeah, in a really dumb and weak way.â She sneered. âStop reading my mind, then.â
âIâm not reading it; what the fuck do you take us for?! Weâre not in Twilight!â Johnny crinkled his nose. âYou died in lust and greed, thatâs why these are more intense in your life now. And, not to be nosy, you need to fuck often.â
âOh my fucking God.â She rolled her eyes, turning off the stove.
âYouâve been calling Him a lot.â
âYeah, I found out Heâs the only one listening to my complaints, currently.â
âArenât your soldiers working hard to grant each one of your wishes?â
âMy soldiers?â
âLucas, Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung. Iâve never seen them this devoted.â
âThey arenât my soldiers, but I wonât apologize for the way they treat me.â She smiled coyly. âIf it bothers you, I suggest you mind your own business, then.â
âIt is quite hard to mind my own business when theyâve been all petnames and sugar-coated actions on you.â Johnny stated matter-of-factly. âYou donât need this.â
âWhat are you trying to suggest? That I donât deserve to be pampered?!â
âPrecisely.â He agreed. âYou donât like that.â
âDo you even listen to yourself sometimes?â She scoffed, offended.
âMei fortuna, you like roughness and choking, you like playing the femme fatale and you like the idea of being in control even when you know that it ainât true.â Johnny raised a brow. âOr am I wrong? Do you really enjoy those âprincessesâ and âdearsâ and âsweetheartsâ?â
âJudging by this I suppose you call me a whore when you go on with your âMei fortunaâ thing, right?!â
Johnnyâs eyes lighted up in surprise. He thought she would know by now, but that wasnât the case.
âActually itâs a Latin expression that means âMy luckâ⊠Since youâre my lucky charm.â
She didnât mean to be touched by it. She didnât even like what it represented⊠But she, somehow, felt her heart getting warm and small.
Oh, for fuck sakes, the man was hideous!
âHmpf. Well.â She stuck her nose in the air, dismissing him. âIâm going to sleep.â
âWithout your hot chocolate?â
âYou can have it.â
âAre you coming to the party this Saturday?â
âPerhaps I will.â Y/N disappeared into the hall, leaving Johnny with a smug smile.
It was flattering that she had a wet dream with him and felt bothered by it. He couldnât wait to put his hands on her again⊠And he would make sure to do it on Saturday.
 âââ
Yuta had showed Y/N all the possible souls she could buy or feed off. He knew how to handle her and how to make it all seem less horrible â which she preferred.
âYou have to feed yourself, love. Properly.â He had told her, compassion shining on his dark eyes.
Yuta was right, as expected. After corrupting two souls, her body felt stronger, alive. And the feeling was addictive; she wanted to keep doing that for ages.
Congrats Y/N, youâre a hideous being. â her conscience screamed.
A tall man walked past the group she was talking to, the dark blue suit so beautiful and shiny that it caught her attention. Her eyes went straight up to the manâs face⊠Just to find out he wasnât a stranger at all. Of course Seo Youngho would be walking around as if he was God himself. They exchanged glances and Y/N felt another type of hunger.
Damn, she would give everything to get dicked down by him (again).
With a handshake, she dismissed her targets and approached Devil.
âYoungho.â
âY/N. You came.â
âNot really.â She couldnât help but rejoice in his grin.
âThat can be arranged.â
âOh, Iâm afraid it can.â She shook her head positively. âThese guys are really easy to convince. In fact, Yuta showed me some of them, and the rest happened almost automatically.â
âSo no more gossips? Are you eating properly?â
âWanna check out?â
âNo, no. I might get jealous.â He gave her a half smile. âBut Iâm glad youâre finally doing it right.â His eyes turned slowly into the devilish cognac colour, shining with wickedness and proudness, and Y/N felt her throat burn with desire.
That man was impossible.
âIsnât Cassandra around?â Right after asking, Y/N felt stupid and childish.
âCassiopeia?â Johnny looked at her with humour. âI donât think she will come. Sheâs mad at me and Iâm not in the mood to deal with humans.â
âBut are you in the mood for demons?â
âIt depends. Are they female?â
âMaybeâŠâ
âInteresting. What else?â
âItâs just a possibility, though.â Y/N started cautiously. âI mean, youâre really arrogant and Iâm still fed up with all that happened months ago â but maybe, and I stress it, maybe, I want us to fuck.â She blushed. âThe wet dream and allâŠâ
Johnny smirked.
âWanna discuss it somewhere private?â
âPlease.â She agreed.
 They got inside Johnnyâs chamber and Y/N remembered the day she went there for the first time. Apparently, even though she didnât sleep with him that night, it was bound to happen. And now, luckily, she would lay on that wicked bed and do wicked things with Mr. Wicked.
âWhy are you still mad?â
âIâm having a hard time concealing my demon shit with my previous life. Now that Iâm eating properly, it downed on me itâs real, you know?!â
âYeah, it is tricky in the beginning.â He chuckled. âBut I donât see why you should stay mad at that, nor at me.â
âOh, of course you only turned me into this, but whereâs the problem, huh?!â
âAre we having this conversation again?â
âWell, I apologize for not fully adapting into a life I didnât ask for!â Her tone was sarcastic, but the way her brows knotted together made her just cute.
He could feel her anger and her lust⊠Oh, she was so adorable! He couldnât help himself.
âY/N, look, I know you didnât ask for it and I know youâre annoyed by what happened but thereâs no way to reverse it. So, instead of being bitter and petty forever, why donât you enjoy what was given to you? You have powers, you can manipulate lives and destinies⊠And you have me.â
âWhat?â Her jaw dropped.
âWell, Iâm here to fuck you senseless, arenât I?â
âI-I kinda hope so⊠I guess.â
âThen letâs close the topic. After I'll fuck your brains out, I think youâll be able to see things clearer, alright?â Johnny locked the door. âNow be a good girl and strip for me. This skirt is driving me nuts.â He gestured to her leather skirt.
Her hands went to the clothing piece, but she stopped mid-way.
âWhat?â Johnny inquired.
âI was thinking⊠Iâve stripped for you once and did a lap dance.â She tilted her head to the side. âWould it be too greedy of me if I ask you to take them off yourself?â
He hesitated for a brief second, then smirked.
âIt would be a pleasure.â
Y/N felt her heart beating fast while he approached her â those long fingers going straight to her cropped top. Her boobs fell down, free from the fabric, and Johnnyâs mouth watered at the sight. He played with one nipple, feather touches, just to tease. Y/N was too focused on his alcoholic yellow eyes to try to make him stop with the teasing.
âYou make me so thirsty, Youngho.â
Something in the way she said his name â as if it was a prayer â ignited him inside.
âFor what?â One of his hands travelled up to her chin, cupping it.
âFor cognac.â She closed her eyes and breathed in. âFor kisses.â And then when she looked at him again, her irises were also yellow. âFor you.â
He kissed her urgently, passionately, violently. It had been months since he felt something like thatâŠÂ Something so right. It couldnât be just because he transformed her; he had that feeling long before. However, Johnny didnât want to analyse anything but her body⊠Well, not yet. He tugged on her skirt, pulling it down slowly. Stopping the kiss to look at her in her burgundy lace set, he sighed contently. Oh, he would devour her.
âWhat?â Y/N questioned.
âNothing. Itâs just that you are too pretty for your own good.â
âAnd youâre too dressed for my own good.â She giggled.
âWell, do you want me to strip?â His voice was pure mockery, but his eyes were predatory.
âIf youâd ever be so kind, sir.â
âOh.â He smiled, his body beginning to withdraw from hers. âThen if you allow me to be greedy too, I have a request.â
âI thought you were the boss here.â
âNormally, yes. But once in a lifetime I can let someone else play the role⊠That being said, can you call me âYounghoâ or âJohnnyâ as for tonight? Nothing about âsirâ or âDevilâ.â
âThatâs an odd request coming from you, sir, but I can comply.â
âAlright. Now that weâre settled, maybe you should sit down⊠I wonât be able to catch you if you faint while I strip.â He blinked in fake innocence, which made Y/N grin.
She didnât want to argue with him right now. They were teasing each other and it felt good, not resentful like it has been for the past months. Even though calling him by his name would make things way more intimate, she couldnât bring herself to care. Also, she needed a proper fuck. She needed someone like Johnny; and she didnât want to ruin everything before she had an orgasm.Â
When Y/N sat down on his bed and it was as if she was embraced by pure lust. She touched the black satin sheets and smiled to herself⊠She had a set that looked like that, and it was her favourite one. Then she looked up and forgot how to breathe. Handsome boys undressing from their suits should be elected as the first of the Seven Wonders of the World. After taking out his jacket, Johnny started unbuttoning his shirt, loving the way Y/N followed his fingers as if she was under hypnosis. He threw it aside, hands now on his belt, and Y/N licked her lips.
âHoly fuck, let me do it.â She reached out for him, but he slapped her hand.
âNo, no. This is my time to shine, mei fortuna. You asked for a strip and youâll get one.â
âYouâre taking too long!â
âYou took two months and a whole ass song! Iâm not even gonna take four minutes.â
âMy tongue is impatient.â She nagged. âPlease, Youngho.â
âWhat does your tongue have to do with it?â
âI want to lick every inch of you, thatâs the problem!â
He chuckled, finding her eagerness so adorable that he gave up. âOh, ok then. Guess you can control now.â
Y/N wanted to take her time with his body, so she started from his neck. Getting up, she let her hands touch his shoulders while her mouth went to his chin and collarbones. Oh, he was delicious and addictive! What a horrible, hideous man! Johnnyâs chest rose, breathing in, closing his eyes to enjoy the caress properly. Her tongue left small licks all over his torso, getting lazier with every step further down, next to his belt. One warm hand got rid of his trousers in a quick move, leaving him with his underwear. Y/N smiled to herself, undressing him from his last piece of clothes. Without warning, she swirled her tongue over his shaft, receiving a raspy grunt in response. She looked up, repeating the movement, slower. Youngho sighed, feeling shivers run through his body. He watched, mesmerised, Y/N start to suck him off, swallowing him as far as she could handle. He tightened the grip on her head, but not moving at all, because it was her time to dictate the rhythm. Her large nails clawed at his thighs and the shivers intensified. He let out a loud groan as Y/N squeezed her testicles lightly, testing them. Johnny leaned against the wall, succumbing to the pleasure, but his attention remained on her, unable to take his eyes off the wonderful scene that Y/N was sucking his dick.
She guided his wrist to her hair, not really needing to âbe in controlâ to make him cum. Johnny accepted it as if he needed to be tugging on her hair tightly for his life. He kept her head still and started to fuck her mouth. Y/N looked up again, and her eyes were so lustful that it was more than he could bear; Youngho was never prepared to see her as beautiful and disposed as she was in sex. He really wanted her to be in Louvre, the most precious paint to ever be shown.
âCan I cum in your mouth, mei fortuna?â He asked, wiping a small tear from her eye, his thumb caressing her cheekbone while he kept thrusting inside.
She shook her head positively the best she could, due to their position. It didnât take much to make Johnny cum â he got out slightly, so he could see his seed filling her mouth. It was all too erotic, too lustful, so right. He watched Y/N eagerly lick her mouth, giggling. Without giving him more time to take enjoy of the scene, Y/N stood up.
âI think you should lay down, Youngho.â
âAnything you want, love.â Johnny mocked her, doing as she suggested. âWhat are you going to ride tonight?â
Y/N tried to pretend she wasnât surprised he guessed what was going to happen. âYour face, and then your cock... If you behave.â
Johnny chuckled. âThe only noise youâre going to listen from me is my mouth devouring you, I promise.â
It took her a deep breath to start moving. Her heart was beating so fast and she was so anxious to have his mouth on hers that she, for a moment, thought she wouldnât handle it. Y/N passed one leg on either side of his face, slowly going down before sitting on that pretty mouth. His tongue began to move, the friction and speed so wonderful that it made her moan loudly. That was so much better than what she had imagined. Holding on the headboard, Y/N tried to focus entirely on the sensations. Youngho licked her like a lazy cat, sucking ever so often on her clit and letting one hand rest on her thigh. When she felt fully enchanted, her hips started moving slightly, riding his face as she had warned before. Johnny growled, his tongue speeding up.
âIf you suffocate, please just throw me aside.â
He pushed his face further on her pussy, as a response. Y/Nâs eyes flew shut, the orgasm building quickly. Oh, the hideous man he was! Her body just couldnât get enough of him! She gasped, tipping her head back, enjoying the tight grip on her stomach. Somehow, he smacked her butt and it was everything she needed to fall into the pool of pleasure.
Johnny didnât wait for Y/N to calm down. He gently pushed her to the side and sat down, bringing her to his lap, kissing her hungrily. In a matter of second, she was already aligning herself in his member. His eyes brightened in anticipation. It was incredible how anything made by her became an intense erotic act. Her breasts arched forward while she sunk on his dick, and he took them in his hands, squeezed them, sucking her nipples and leaving little bites that made Y/N moan loudly. He stared at the spot where they met, feeling pure bliss. The first thrust was so precise that she ran out of air. Only Johnny could touch her in the right way, make her feel right. At that moment, while the two were together, Y/N did not think about her problems or their complicated relationship; she concentrated only on Youngho and all the wonderful things that made her feel. How desperate she had been for him, and it seemed to get worse over time. Staring into his alcoholic eyes, Y/N began rock against him, increasing their pleasure. She was still sensitive from the past orgasm and that was enough to make her hungry for another. Johnny grabbed her hip, the noise of thrusts being louder than the grunts and gasps they let loose. She ran her hands down his tanned backs then wrapped them around his neck, still grinding, but she lost some speed as he lowered his face and sucked one of her nipples. It was hard to focus on only one place in her burning body. She began to quiver, her nails digging into his shoulder and indicating her orgasm.
âHere.â Youngho took her hands on his, intertwining their fingers. âTo keep you steady, love.â
The petname was too much.
He should come back with âMei fortunaâ or anything that remembered her of who they truly was⊠But âLoveâ was too much. âLoveâ made her heart feel warm and melt. âLoveâ made her think she could never stay a day without looking at those yellow eyes.
Y/N gave in to the spasms and searched for air as she reached her high â she was far away, plunged into absolute delight. No more than a minute later, she felt Johnny's arms hold her down, laying her on her back while he climbed up and shoved into her again. Y/N let out a little shriek from the surprise thrust. The strength in which he held her would leave marks, but Youngho was too eager for release to care. When he came, he moaned loud his hips slowing down only a bit. He grinned, sticking his forehead to hers and opened his eyes.
âOne time I heard Lucifer is the prettiest being alive.â She murmured, hypnotised. âAre you sure your name is Youngho?â
âI am, Y/N.â
âDamn, if he is prettier than you than I hope to never meet him.â
Johnny couldnât help but chuckle. âItâs good when you donât die after we fuck.â
âIt only happened once.â She groaned. âAre you really going to ruin the mood?â
âIt keeps me from doing something crazy.â
âSuch as?â
âAsking you to move back home⊠Asking you to stay.â He shrugged, getting out of her.
Y/N sat down, shocked. âWhat to do you mean?â
âI thought fucking you would make you come to your senses, but turns out it backfired.â
âYoungho, I donât have time for metaphors.â
âMaybe demons do fall in love, Y/N, and maybe Iâve fallen for you.â
She choked, too surprised to answer or pretend to be fine with what he said.
âAnd maybe thatâs why you didnât officially die when I corrupted you.â Youngho ruffled his hair, wiping a bit of the sweat off. âI donât know, honestly. Nothing like this happened to my friends that corrupted beings of light, but none of them felt this drawn into their victims.â He approached her, holding her chin up and looking into her now yellow eyes. âWhen we met⊠When you left two months ago⊠It was you from the beginning, Just Y/N, not your light.â
Oh, the hideous, horrible man!
And just like that, he had her heart wrapped around his finger.
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