a little bit hellbent

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/F
Fandom: LOONA (Korea Band)
Relationships: Kim Jungeun | Kim Lip & Son Hyejoo | Olivia Hye, Choi Yerim |
Choerry/Son Hyejoo | Olivia Hye
Characters: Kim Jungeun | Kim Lip, Son Hyejoo | Olivia Hye, Choi Yerim | Choerry,
Jung Jinsol | Jinsoul, Ha Sooyoung | Yves, Kim Jiwoo | Chuu, Kim
Hyunjin (LOONA)
Additional Tags: hyelip, Hyerim, jungeun is a succubus, hyejoo is an average college
student, succubus jinsoul, succubus jiwoo, Succubus, PWP, Girl Penis,
Smut, Degradation, a bit of slapping, hyejoo is a sweet little baby
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2021-03-25 Words: 8,566 Chapters: 1/1
 a little bit hellbent
by dprhyunjin

Summary

Hyejoo gets visited by a succubus.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Hyejoo grumbled, squinting her eyes as she felt pressure building up in the pits of her
stomach. Her eyes trailed downwards until she sees a woman on top of her, bouncing and
Jesus fucking Christ, Hyejoo almost forgot the need for oxygen, because said woman was
naked as the day she was born.

What the fuck?

Hyejoo stared at the woman, her brown locks moving with her. She blinked, squinting her
eyes a bit more to make up the features as best as she could against the darkness.

Wait.

Yerim?

She tried to move, wanting to push the woman away. She tried shaking her limbs but alas, it
was useless. The best thing that she could do was curl her toes and scrunch her face.

Wait a fucking minute.

Is that what she thinks it is? Holy shit. It’s a fucking dick—attached to her body.

Hyejoo wanted to let out a scream. She could even feel that she had it so, so vividly. She
could feel it going in and out of Yerim’s pussy as she continued to lift herself up, only to
impale herself again, an airy moan slipping out of her lips as she did so.

Yerim didn’t sound like that. She at least knew that or perhaps it was because everything was
hazy and fuzzy that she couldn’t piece two and two together. Was she dreaming? She
probably was. Oh god, is she having a nightmare?
Yerim placed her hands on her chest, using it as a leverage as she went faster. Hyejoo gritted
her teeth, feeling Yerim’s cunt tighten around her cock. Well, her dream cock, that is.

“Oh, fuck.” Yerim whined, catching her breath as she rotated her hips, grinding slowly.
Hyejoo groaned at the sound that she made, subconsciously wanting to buck her hips
upwards to chase the feeling. “God. It feels so fucking good.”

Hyejoo suddenly felt delirious. Yerim would never talk to her that way and it ignited
something inside of her. Perhaps, something that could transcend into her dream because she
suddenly could move her limbs. Yerim seemed surprised, eliciting a gasp as Hyejoo grabbed
her hips and started to guide her.

“You’re not supposed to do that—you’re not supposed to move,” Yerim said breathlessly,
confusing Hyejoo for a moment before she got distracted by a sudden wave of pleasure
washing over her. She still couldn’t speak but at the very least, she could move a little and it
made almost all the fear brewing inside of her diminish.

Hyejoo furrowed her eyebrows, digging her nails into Yerim’s skin as she tried thrusting
upwards. She hummed to herself when deemed successful, coaxing out a loud moan from the
woman.

“Fuck,” Yerim hissed, face contorting in pleasure and confusion at the same time. “What the
fuck. How the fuck are you doing that?”

Hyejoo wanted to chuckle at the use of language. This version of Yerim was just so, so sinful
in every way. Although, Hyejoo didn’t exactly know what she was going on about. She bit
the inside of her cheek, planting her feet against whatever surface she was laying on and
continuing to thrust her hips as she met Yerim halfway. She assumed that she was still inside
her room, body flushed against her mattress.

“Oh, shit,” Yerim groaned, covering her mouth as Hyejoo bounced her on her cock so, so
roughly. She could feel the head knocking on her cervix with each movement. “You’re so big.
I could feel it in here fucking me so good.” She hiccupped, pressing her hand on her lower
abdomen.
Hyejoo growled, eyebrows knitted as she dragged Yerim down with one swift and aggressive
movement, her whole length slamming deep inside of her. Yerim seized up, a long drawn
whine forcing its way out of her throat as she started to convulse.

“Cumming—I’m cumming,” She whimpered, her thighs quivering as an orgasm hit her.
Hyejoo wanted to say something yet no voice came out of her when she opened her mouth.
Instead, she reached down to rub Yerim’s clit to somehow compensate.

Yerim mewled, hips bucking as she rode out her high. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She exclaimed as
Hyejoo’s fingers started to put more pressure against her clit, her motions getting faster and
faster. She grabbed Hyejoo’s arms, trying to stop her movements as she felt herself starting to
get overwhelmed by the pleasure. “Please.” She sobbed, not entirely sure of what she’s
begging for.

Hyejoo smirked, feeling her walls clamping down against her length. Hyejoo slapped her
swollen clit, relishing every expression that Yerim made—eyebrows arched and plump lips
parted. Hyejoo wasn’t a sadist but she surely did enjoy the way Yerim’s face would contort in
pain and pleasure. She started alternating between slapping and rubbing it until Yerim was
squirming again. Hyejoo started slowing down just to coax a reaction out of her.

Yerim started whining, tears pricking her eyes as she bounced up and down on her cock,
trying her best to chase the build up. “Let me cum, please,”

Hyejoo felt a shiver run down her spine, feeling a sharp pain on the side of her lungs as she
inhaled a good amount of air. She tried her best to sit up, putting her limbs to work. She
assumed that her determination would make its way to her dream self’s system.

It did.

Hyejoo pushed the woman, her back hitting the mattress. Yerim gasped when she realized
Hyejoo had her trapped. Hyejoo let out the breath that she was holding; placing her hand on
the back of Yerim’s knees and pushing it until it was almost pressed on her chest.
Hyejoo looked at her intently before she leaned down to steal a kiss. She immediately slipped
her tongue inside of Yerim’s mouth once their lips crashed, swirling their wet appendages
against each other as Hyejoo started to snap her hips. Yerim moaned, looping her arms
around Hyejoo’s neck as she threw her head back, forcefully pulling away from the kiss.

Hyejoo huffed, licking her lips at the view underneath her. Yerim was so, so close to crying,
the tears brimming her eyes as little ‘ah’s spilled out of her lips with each thrust.

“Ah!” Yerim almost screamed when Hyejoo hit a tender spot inside of her pussy. She reached
out to rub her own clit, until Hyejoo stopped her before she even could. Hyejoo placed the
hilt of her palm against her bundle of nerves, grounding it with a brutal pressure.

Yerim rolled her eyes, eliciting a pained moan. She sniffled, reaching out for her breast and
playing with her buds to increase the sensation. She rolled her nipples between her fingers
before pulling on it harshly, repeating the process again and again until it was red and
swollen.

Hyejoo flushed at the image, truly realizing what was laid upon her. She stopped, catching
her breath as the dizziness started dawning unto her.

“Why did you stop?” Yerim panted, whining loudly at the lack of action. Hyejoo suddenly
pulled out, wanting to see how far Yerim would beg. “No, don’t take it out, please,”

“Beg.” Hyejoo mouthed, even signing a quick gesture to get her point across, her palm
starting to grind against Yerim’s clit again. Only this time, it was painfully slow, not enough
to take pleasure on.

Yerim sobbed, heaving before opening her mouth. “Use my cunt, please.” She whimpered,
whispering as her hands snaked downwards, fingers sliding up and down her folds. “I want
you to ruin my pussy and stuff me with your cum until it spills.”

Hyejoo could feel a sudden drop on her stomach, eyes fixated at the woman’s fingers, coated
with wetness as she dipped it inside of her hole. Yep, Yerim, in a million years, wouldn’t talk
like that. God, she silently wished that she wouldn’t wake up.
She spread Yerim’s legs to accommodate her again before slamming her length inside of her
in one thrust. Yerim arched her eyebrows, her lips parted into a silent scream as she dug her
nails against Hyejoo’s back, scratching as she trashed at the intrusion.

What a fucking slut. Hyejoo said to herself, watching as Yerim’s breast bounced with every
thrust.

“Shit,” Yerim gritted her teeth, her body rocking back and forth as Hyejoo pounded into her
tight pussy, her wetness spilling out of her, making the slide easier. Hyejoo could feel her
tightening again, an indication that she was close. She hooked an ankle on her shoulder,
forcing Yerim sideways. Yerim started to babble about how deep she was hitting and how her
cunt was just a toy for Hyejoo to use however she wants.

Of course, it made Hyejoo even more delirious than she already was. She angled her hips,
finding the tender spot that she had bumped earlier. After a few more thrusts, Yerim finally
moaned out loud.

“There!” She growled, pulling Hyejoo by her arm and dragging her downwards,
compromising her position. Hyejoo only held her by her knees, still snapping her hips as their
lips met again. Yerim opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, eyes pleading.

Hyejoo wanted to tell her how much she looked like a bitch in heat. She sucked on Yerim’s
tongue before giving her open mouthed kisses, their shared drools dripping down their chin.
Yerim couldn’t exactly kiss back due to the fact that Hyejoo was pounding into her delicious
and tight cunt.

It’s so fucking messy.

“Cum inside me,” Yerim said breathlessly, her expression blissed out. Hyejoo could feel her
cock throb, seeing how she made Yerim a mess—hair all over her features and drool
glistening against her skin. “Fill me up and breed me. Can you do that?” She hummed
teasingly, staring at Hyejoo with a pair of sultry eyes.
Hyejoo hissed under her breath, feeling the coil on her stomach get tighter. She started
moving faster and harder, not minding the strain on her muscles. It was a dream, after all.

Yerim started to let out high pitched whines, trying to push Hyejoo away as her body started
to spasm, her walls clamping down on Hyejoo’s length like a vice grip. “C-cumming!” She
stuttered, chest constricting and ears buzzing continuously.

Hyejoo grabbed her waist, chasing her own high. After a few sloppy thrust, she finally came
inside, her vision going out for a good second at how intense it was. Yerim mewled, tongue
lolling out as she felt the warmth flooding inside of her. Hyejoo thrust into her a few more
times for good measures before pulling out, her body exhausted.

“Thanks for the meal.” Yerim giggled, her voice raspy. She laid there, catching her breath,
her limbs fucked out and pussy dripping with their shared cum. Yerim dipped her fingers
inside her hole, scooping it out and popping it inside her mouth.

Hyejoo bit the inside of her cheek, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched with intensity. She
snaked her hands down Yerim’s pussy, cupping it before she inserted two fingers, pushing the
cum back inside. It surprised Yerim, immediately grabbing her wrist to stop her.

“I’m still sensitive,” Yerim whimpered but Hyejoo didn’t listen, only pumping in and out of
her abused cunt faster. “Fuck, you’re insatiable.” She growled, riding Hyejoo’s fingers with a
glare plastered on her face. She might as well enjoy it.

Hyejoo snickered, a devilish smile painting her lips as she pulled out and instead focused on
her swollen clit, giving it a pinch and a rub. Yerim bit her tongue, the stimulation beginning
to get too much. Hyejoo started to rub it roughly, pinching and flicking it from time to time,
making her thrash around because Hyejoo had pinned her down by her hips.

“Fuck,” Yerim’s thighs started shaking, her eyes prickling with tears as another orgasm was
building up. She curled her toes, fighting the urge to just cum without notice. But Hyejoo had
pinched and pulled her clit particularly hard, causing her to let go, her eyes rolling behind her
skull. “Oh my god!” She shrieked, feeling it in stronger waves than the previous ones.
Hyejoo gasped as Yerim squirted, her hole fluttering as her whole being shook, her body
thrashing against the mattress as Hyejoo continued to rub her clit despite the protests that the
woman was threatening her with.

Hyejoo gave her pussy one last spank before letting go of her, her body becoming lax. She
laid there, gasping for air as her hole spewed juices, mixing with Hyejoo’s cum.

“Fuck, this is how fragile a human is. I’m already tired,” Yerim mumbled to herself, her chest
still heaving up and down. She tried to sit up, a hand placed on her chest as if she’s trying to
pick up her own heartbeat. “Damn you.” She chuckled, tilting her head to the side.

Hyejoo only blinked, her voice was a lot different now. It confused Hyejoo, scrunching her
nose cutely as if she didn’t fuck someone to oblivion a while ago.

“You surely had your fun.” Yerim hummed, giving Hyejoo a peck on her lips, a soft and tired
giggle bubbling out of her. She traced Hyejoo’s features, memorizing every detail before she
opened her mouth again. “But it’s time to wake up now.”

And Hyejoo did. She was covered in thick sweat, her whole body numb and she felt
disgustingly sticky… down there. She laid there for a while, catching her breath and recalling
everything that happened in her dream.

Wait.

She pried her comforter away from her, her hands immediately going down to check
whatever was inside her sweatpants. She let out a sigh of relief, plopping down on her bed
again.

Her lady parts were still intact. Thank god.

“Shit.” She rasped out; now she had to think about the fact that it would be probably
awkward to see Yerim in the hallways or even be near her proximity. “Fuck! No way.” She
groaned, spreading herself as if she was a starfish out of water.

She rubbed her face in frustration, checking the time on her phone. She squinted her eyes,
welcomed by the bright light of her screen. It was already 6 AM. Thank the heavens, she
didn’t need to sleep anytime soon.

“God, that did not just happen.”

“So, you fucked her in your human form?”

“Not my human form, Jinsol. Well, technically, I was human,” a woman, almost naked except
for the tight satin dress hugging her small figure, sighed for the umpteenth time. She rubbed
her horns, her tail swishing in the air as she remembered the encounter. “But I had some sort
of disguise going on.”

“Oh god, Jungie.” Jinsol, as the woman referred to her as, gasped, her tail swaying side by
side in curiosity. She had almost the similar getup as the other woman but with less exposed
skin. It was a bit ironic to be a prude and a succubus at the same time but that was Jinsol for
you. “Jungeun, you’re mean. What if you were disguised as her close friend? That’s going to
be awkward.”

“That’s not my problem.” Jungeun huffed, shrugging. “Plus, she obviously enjoyed it,
growling like a starved wolf and all.”

“You obviously enjoyed it too.” Jinsol hummed playfully, kicking her legs in the air as they
both dangle on a rooftop near a campus. “You’re even trying to look for her in person,
weirdo.”

“What can I say?” Jungeun tilted her head, scanning through the various people that were
going in and out of the buildings in the area. “She’s a good prey.”
“Anyway, your spell didn’t even work properly.” She continued, blowing a strand of her hair
out of her features. Jinsol looked at her, arching her eyebrows. “I thought your dick of a
spell– no pun intended –was also supposed to bind her body.”

Jinsol scoffed, folding her arms against her chest. “Maybe you did it wrong. I’ve always used
it with that redhead, you know, the one with the bunny teeth and she hasn’t even moved a
single inch.”

“Is she conscious the whole time?”

“Yeah.” Jinsol smiled softly, twirling her hair between her fingers. Everything about her was
just so ironic. Jungeun felt like Jinsol is the only creature that can talk about sex with the
most innocent expression plastered on her face. “She’s so cute, her expressions and the
sounds she makes!”

“You fucking creep me out sometimes.” Jungeun sneered. She crossed her legs, fingers
pressing on her lips as she recalled the sensation. It’s the first time she had been kissed like
that, all messy and sloppy. She could feel a shiver run down her spine, remembering the firm
hold on her waist and the roughness of every action. “God, I need to visit her again.”

“Do you even know her name?”

Jungeun chuckled breathlessly. “I don’t find the need to know. I already memorized her
face.”

Jinsol hummed, her chin propped on the back of her hand as she looked down on the streets,
eyes fleeting before it focused on a group of people. “Isn’t that her, darling? A pouty little
wolf.”

Jungeun followed her line of sight. It was indeed her—much to her amazement. She looked
at Jinsol, her eyebrows wrinkled, ready to bombard her with questions.
“I know because she reeks of you.” Jinsol giggled, answering as if she could read Jungeun’s
mind. “I can smell it from here. I’m sure no demons would touch her for the time being.”

Jungeun narrowed her eyes. “Hello? You literally smell like burnt wood so speak for
yourself. That’s why nobody would touch that redhead of yours. She smells like a walking
forest fire.”

“I don’t like flowers, Jungie.” Jinsol said, ignoring her statement as she scrunched her nose in
disdain. “Too suffocating.”

Jungeun only let out a displeased sound, rolling her eyes. “It’s really her.” She mumbled to
herself, watching her prey from below, struggling to zip up her large coat. A woman then
approached her to help her with it, only for her to retract immediately, leaving the other
confused.

Oh shit. Jungeun cackled, her shoulders shaking as she let out a series of snarky laughter. The
owner of the body that she borrowed seemed to be a close friend of her little prey.

“She looks adorable.” Jinsol hummed, licking her lips. “As if she wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Keep your hands to yourself.” Jungeun said. Although, it was true. She looked like she
wouldn’t hurt a fly with that soft and confused expression on her face and her oversized coat
that almost made her look impossibly tiny. She looked like a puppy, a contrast to her
predatory gaze when she railed Jungeun to her heart’s content.

Well, not exactly Jungeun, but the image of her friend right there. Jungeun assumed that her
little wolf must have some sort of feelings towards the woman that she disguised as.

Interesting.
Hyejoo sat on the couch, staring at her laptop that was on the coffee table. She sighed,
holding her throbbing head as she loomed over the fact that she already had three cups of
coffee over the course of a day. She tried her best not to fall asleep, only resorting to quick
naps that aren't enough to fuel her entirety; just because she was scared that she might have a
very, very inappropriate dream about her beloved friend again.

“Ugh.” She groaned. There was an unfinished essay staring right back at her, calling her to
just finish the piece and call it a day. Although, she couldn’t really make the gears inside of
her head turn. She slouched on the couch in defeat, holding back a yawn. “This is stupid.”
She rubbed her face, eyes hurting too much to the point of tears.

She really needed to sleep.

She grimaced, folding her arms across her chest. A nap would suffice, she convinced herself.

“Don’t think of Yerim.” Hyejoo said to herself, repeating it until slumber finally took over
her.

On the other hand, Jungeun was dying—not to be dramatic. She hasn’t eaten in days ever
since she decided to follow her little prey; hovering over her, waiting for a chance to enter her
dreams. Hyejoo, as Jungeun heard the people around her call her, was giving her a hard time
for just taking naps that weren’t even long enough for her to dream.

Of course, she could feed off other humans but Hyejoo was just running on her mind all day
long and it made her disinterested in finding a new host. Hyejoo was just too adorable and
delectable for her own good.

She huffed, sitting on Hyejoo’s coffee table, legs crossed as she watched her mumbling to
herself, eyes fluttering close. Obviously, Hyejoo couldn’t see her nor how bored she was,
waiting for the right time to attack.
After a minute, Hyejoo was finally snoring. She waited until Hyejoo was in dreamland, not
wanting to disappoint herself. After a minute or two, she finally casted Jinsol’s spell on
Hyejoo, trying to do it right this time. She didn’t want Hyejoo to be able to move as some
sort of petty punishment.

Jungeun closed her eyes, uttering the last word. When she opened her eyes again, she was
inside an empty movie theatre with a film playing in the background. How weird. It felt like
she’d been here before. She scrunched her nose in confusion, looking around to find her
prey.

She looked up, finally seeing Hyejoo sitting on a chair near the back. Hyejoo was still
sleeping in the same position she slept in, slouched and arms across her chest. Jungeun
chuckled to herself, climbing the stairs. She sat next to Hyejoo, just admiring how she looked
peaceful in the soft light of whatever was playing on the big screen.

Oh, how she would love to ruin that.

Jungeun poked Hyejoo’s cheeks, making her let out a grunt. So cute. She giggled, poking her
cheeks a few more times before a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Jungeun blinked, startled. Hyejoo had her wrist in a tight hold, her eyes glaring in both
confusion and annoyance.

She could even talk now? Jungeun knitted her eyebrows, trying to pry herself away.

Fuck Jinsol and her failure of a spell.

“Hello?” Hyejoo called her attention, voice booming around the emptiness. “Who are you?”
Shit.

Jungeun mentally slapped herself for her own stupidity. She completely forgot to put a
disguise on, totally distracted by her excitement that her prey had finally fallen asleep.

“Damn you.” She elicited a soft laughter. Hyejoo’s grip suddenly loosen, hands falling to her
side as she looked at Jungeun intently. “You caught me.”

“Fuck. I thought so.” Hyejoo said, a strained chuckle slipping out of her lips as she rubbed
her face seemingly in frustration. It confused Jungeun. “God. Are you a fucking succubus or
something?”

Jungeun only blinked. She felt sheepish, ironic as it is.

“I knew it wasn’t Yerim. It couldn’t be.” Hyejoo shook her head, leaning against the chair.
She continued to mumble to herself about how awkward it had been for the past few days.

“Uh,” Jungeun scratched her cheeks. Well, this was way more awkward than whatever was
Hyejoo going on about.

“Did you do something to my body again?” Hyejoo asked before a hand went down to her
lap, feeling a bulge inside her pants. “You’re pathetic.”

Jungeun huffed in annoyance. How dare she? Where was her sweet, adorable, and soft-
spoken Hyejoo? It was like somebody flipped a switch inside of her.

Hyejoo hummed to herself, grabbing Jungeun by her arms. She suddenly pulled her body
towards her, making their lips crash against each other. Jungeun moaned, tilting her head to
the side to deepen the kiss.
Hyejoo chuckled, pulling away immediately once Jungeun started eagerly responding. It
coaxed a whine off of Jungeun, attempting to chase her lips but Hyejoo only grabbed her
face; fingers tight on her jaws, fixing her in place.

“Are you hungry?” Hyejoo teased, her thumb grazing on Jungeun’s lips. Jungeun nodded,
eyes pleading. Hyejoo chuckled breathlessly, prodding her thumb inside of her mouth which
she immediately sucked on. “Good girl.”

Jungeun’s eyes darkened, swirling her tongue around her finger. She could feel herself
starting to drip, her wetness running down her thighs. Right, she wasn’t in that pathetic
human form of hers. In her usual state, she was producing much more slick and even the
slightness of touch would make her delirious—perks of being a demon, she supposed.

Hyejoo pushed her tongue down before replacing her thumb with two fingers. Jungeun
sucked on it, her tongue lapping on each finger sloppily. Hyejoo started to pump it in and out
of her mouth, making her drool spill down her chin. It hit the back of her throat, causing a
gagging sound with each thrust.

“Look at you.” Hyejoo trapped her tongue between her fingers. “It doesn’t matter what fills
your hole, huh?”

Jungeun whined, grinding her hips subconsciously, her body trying to get whatever friction it
could get from the cushioned chair. She already looked debauched—much to Hyejoo’s
viewing pleasure.

Hyejoo pulled her fingers out; Jungeun’s tongue lolling out at the process. Hyejoo could feel
her breath hitch at the sight, her cock twitching inside of her pants. She grabbed Jungeun’s
arms, dragging her and causing her figure to topple over, her knees hitting the carpeted floor.

“I almost forgot I had this,” Hyejoo humored, attempting to pull her zipper open. Jungeun
instantly crawled towards her, positioning herself between her legs. Hyejoo struggled with
opening her fly, a glimpse of the softness she normally has showing as her face scrunched in
frustration. “Uh, be patient, please.”
Jungeun only pouted, squishing her cheeks against Hyejoo’s thighs as she waited. It was a
good thing that Hyejoo was adorable or she might have ripped those tight pants into shreds.
After a few seconds, Hyejoo’s cock finally sprang out of its constraints.

Jungeun hummed, pleased at the sight. She wrapped her hands around the girth, fist starting
to move up and down. She spitted; a glob of saliva coating Hyejoo’s length, making the slide
easier.

“Shit,” Hyejoo groaned, gritting her teeth. She still couldn’t believe how vivid it felt—as if
she really had one. Jungeun let her tongue out, giving the head a few licks to elicit a reaction.
Hyejoo shivered, bucking her hips as she grabbed a fistful of Jungeun’s hair.

Jungeun started jerking her off, fingers teasing the slit once she’s near the tip. A smirk was on
her lips once Hyejoo was visibly writhing underneath her, her chest heaving up and down as
she bit on her lower lip. Jungeun placed her hand on her thighs, pinning her down as she
started sucking the head, swirling her tongue around slowly.

Hyejoo’s grip on her hair tightened, trying to push her down further. Jungeun decided to play
nice and comply, relaxing and pushing her head down. She looked up, seeing Hyejoo intently
staring at her, her eyebrows almost permanently knitted.

Jungeun reached down to cup her pussy, her fingers playing with her wet folds as she
continued to push her head down all the way to the base until the head of Hyejoo’s cock hit
the back of her throat. Hyejoo shuffled on her seat, causing her to gag yet she didn’t pull
herself away, eyes brimming with tears as she fought the urge to cough.

Yes, demons can have gag reflexes too.

“You’re so pretty,” Hyejoo mumbled to herself, patting Jungeun’s head as she let her adjust.
Jungeun flushed at the compliment, a whine escaping her throat. It caused vibrations around
Hyejoo’s length, making her snap her hips in reflex.

Jungeun closed her eyes, holding Hyejoo’s thighs tighter as she anchored herself; her throat
fluttering around the tip of Hyejoo’s cock as she tried to accommodate it as best as she could.
She distracted herself by pushing two fingers inside of her, keeping it still and enjoying the
slight burn of the intrusion.

“Fuck.” Hyejoo threw her head back, feeling Jungeun’s throat around her head. She started to
pull Jungeun by her hair, only to push her back again, her cock going in and out of her mouth.
The gagging sound that Jungeun made was only fueling her further, not even minding the
way Jungeun seemed as if she was begging for air.

It’s not like the succubus was going to die anyway, she assumed. After all, she was a demon.

Hyejoo pulled out with an obscene pop. Jungeun’s lips were swollen, her eyes filled with
unshed tears as she panted for air. She slapped Jungeun’s cheeks with her length, spreading
their mixed fluids against her skin.

“I’m going to fuck your throat.” Hyejoo said, eyes half-lidded. “I can use your mouth,
right?”

Jungeun nodded eagerly, even if she knew it was some sort of a rhetorical question to mock
her.

“Beg for it then.” Hyejoo made her look upwards by pulling her hair roughly.

“Please use me,” Jungeun opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Jungeun’s mind was
starting to get fuzzy, waiting for Hyejoo to stick it inside of her mouth again.

Hyejoo chuckled at the sight, standing up before she placed both of her hands on each side of
Jungeun’s head. “You’re such a slut, wanting to be used as a fucktoy so bad.”

Jungeun only whimpered, sticking her tongue out further. She almost forgot that she had her
fingers inside of her. She started to pump it in and out of her shallowly, her wetness dripping
on the floor.
“God.” Hyejoo gritted her teeth, watching as Jungeun fucked herself. She tilted Jungeun’s
head to the side before slamming her full length inside causing Jungeun to gag but before she
could process what was happening, Hyejoo had started thrusting roughly. Jungeun’s eyes
rolled to the back of her head; her wrist starting to pick up pace, flicking in time with
Hyejoo’s movements.

“Cockslut, do you love being used like a whore that much?” Hyejoo mocked, emphasizing
her words with each thrust and pull of her hair. The tears that were threatening to spill finally
streamed down Jungeun’s face as she took whatever Hyejoo gave her, her words making her
even more impossibly wet. “Look at you, dripping like a bitch in heat. You love it.”

Jungeun sobbed, feeling an orgasm coming. She pushed another finger inside, curling it as
she tried to find her tender spot. She started seeing stars when she finally pressed down on it,
letting out a moan that made Hyejoo’s toes curl, her hips stuttering.

Jungeun exploded, closing her eyes tightly as her walls clamped down her own fingers. She
pulled out with difficulty, her hole not wanting to let go. She started rubbing her swollen clit,
opening her eyes and looking up at Hyejoo with a pleading gaze.

Hyejoo’s breath hitched, grabbing her hair tightly as she fully plunged inside, stilling. She
gritted her teeth, cum spilling out of her slit and into Jungeun’s throat. She elicited a shaky
moan, her abdomen tightening as she gave a few shallow thrusts to ride it out before pulling
out, the last spurt landing on Jungeun’s face.

Jungeun tried to swallow as much as she could, coughing a few drops of cum and letting it
drip down her chin. She looked fucked out—tears streaked and cum stained face. Hyejoo
memorized the image on the back of her mind.

“Fuck,” Jungeun rasped out, her voice low and husky from all the fucking. “It’s so messy.”
She murmured, wiping away the cum that splattered on her face with her thumb and licking it
away with her tongue.

Hyejoo collapsed on the chair, catching her breath as she recovered from her own bliss.
Jungeun just looked at her, feeling energized as she finally got her first fill. She waited on her
knees as Hyejoo panted, chest going up and down.

“Come here.” Hyejoo patted her lap, noticing Jungeun staring at her for a good moment now.
Of course, Jungeun obliged. Hyejoo held her hands to help her balance herself and to help her
sit down, chest pressed against each other.

Hyejoo gave her a quick peck. Jungeun found the gesture odd yet sweet at the same time.
Hyejoo started trailing down kisses on the column of her neck, securing her hands on
Jungeun’s hips as she adjusted herself, her cock fitted in between Jungeun’s folds.

Jungeun tilted her head to the side to give Hyejoo more access. Hyejoo started dragging her
hips, guiding her until Jungeun was moving on her own. She jumped ever so slightly when
she could feel the tip grazing her clit, her hole producing more slick causing it to drip down
Hyejoo’s cock and into her lap.

“Oh,” Jungeun moaned shakily. Hyejoo slipped the straps of her satin dress off her shoulders,
pulling the material down roughly. Jungeun’s breast bounced at the suddenness, causing
Hyejoo to lick her lips in amusement.

Hyejoo hummed, flicking one of her nipples before pulling on it harshly. Jungeun jolted, her
hips coming to a halt as Hyejoo continued her ministrations.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Hyejoo asked, raising an eyebrow. Jungeun shook her head
frantically, wincing when Hyejoo dug her nails on her skin. “Move, you fucking slut. Use that
cunt of yours.”

Jungeun gritted her teeth, nodding absentmindedly as she started grinding her hips, her slick
making the slide much more easier. “Fuck.” She sobbed. It wasn’t enough. She needed her
inside. “I need it inside now,”

“Hm?”
“I need it inside me now,” Jungeun growled aggressively, repeating herself; hips stuttering
when the tip of Hyejoo’s cock bumped into her clit particularly rough. She suddenly felt a
stinging sensation on her cheeks, her ears ringing as she let out an involuntary gasp.

Hyejoo had slapped her on the face.

“I hate cocksluts who don’t ask nicely,” Hyejoo flashed a faux innocent smile; her grip on
Jungeun’s hips tightening, forcing her to stop moving. Jungeun whined at the loss of friction.
Hyejoo slapped her again, shutting her up in an instance. She felt tears streaming down her
cheeks due to the sudden rush of pain.

Another slap landed across her face, causing more tears to flow down. She was fully sobbing
now, not entirely sure if it’s because Hyejoo was being mean to her or if she’s just too
desperate for her pussy to be stuffed by a cock.

“Why are you crying? Do you want me to stop being mean?” Hyejoo nuzzled her face against
the crook of her neck so sweetly. It was a contradiction to her previous actions. It frustrated
Jungeun even more. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Jungeun only sniffled. If she could see herself, she probably looked fucked out and dazed.

“Use your words, please.” Hyejoo started placing soft kisses on her lips, almost enough to
make her melt. She mewled, trying her best to respond to the gesture between her hiccups.

“Yes,” Jungeun nodded desperately. “Please. I’m sorry–mm, I’ll be good, please.” She started
babbling against the kiss, speaking every time their lips part ever so slightly. Hyejoo
hummed, deepening the kiss in between Jungeun’s blabbers. Jungeun’s mind had started to
get hazier and hazier, too distracted by the tongue exploring her mouth to notice that Hyejoo
had lifted her up, the head of her cock rubbing against her sopping hole.

Hyejoo dropped her abruptly, her full length impaling her insides without giving her the
ample time to adjust. She pulled away, her mouth parted into a silent scream as she felt the
burn despite the wetness that was dripping down her legs. Another set of tears streamed down
on her cheeks, her thighs quivering.
“So pretty,” Hyejoo commented, kissing the tears away. Jungeun heaved, tightening around
Hyejoo’s length, her hole fluttering again and again as it tried to accommodate the size.
Hyejoo let out the air she was holding, a moan slipping out. “And so tight.” She hissed under
her breath.

“It’s too big,” Jungeun whined.

“You didn’t complain the first time.” Hyejoo humored.

“No, it feels bigger,” Jungeun said. She could feel the gradual ache between her thighs,
making her bite her lower lip. “It hurts.”

“Oh, do demons feel pain?” Hyejoo blinked, her eyes suddenly filling with curiosity—her
sharp eyes resembling that of a puppy. She sounded so innocent, as if a child asked her
something so mundane. Jungeun found it adorable. There’s her sweet little prey.

“Obviously,” Jungeun huffed, hiding her face on Hyejoo’s neck in slight embarrassment;
catching herself staring at Hyejoo too intently. “We just don’t get tired easily.”

“Oh.” Hyejoo mumbled in realization. Jungeun felt flustered, giving someone a quick lesson
while her pussy was literally stuffed with a cock. “I’m sorry.”

Jungeun looked up, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“For slapping you,” Hyejoo said sheepishly, scratching her cheeks. “I didn’t know it would
hurt.”

“God,” Jungeun elicited a soft and breathless laughter, placing her hands on Hyejoo’s chest.
“You’re too adorable for your own good.”
Hyejoo scrunched her nose.

“I told you,” Jungeun lifted herself up, wincing at the way Hyejoo’s girth stretched her walls.
“You can use me however you want.” She started bouncing shallowly, her hands on Hyejoo’s
shoulder to steady herself.

“Oh, fuck,” Hyejoo moaned, leaning against the chair as she watched Jungeun move, her
mind reeling from the sight of her cock going in and out of her stretched hole. She could feel
her walls clamping down on her tighter than the first time. She assumed that it might be
because the woman had a smaller stature compared to Yerim.

Hyejoo noticed how Jungeun’s eyebrows were furrowed, her lips almost bleeding from how
hard she was biting unto it. Jungeun could feel her length filling up every crevice of her
insides, her walls grabbing unto it as if it wants to keep it there. “Oh god,” Jungeun shivered
when she swiveled her hips, the tip of Hyejoo’s cock pressing right up against her sweet
spot.

Hyejoo cupped her breasts before leaning down to capture a perk nipple inside of her mouth,
swirling her tongue around it before biting down and repeating her actions. Jungeun
whimpered as she pulled on Hyejoo’s hair, grinding her hips against her pelvis in a circular
motion to stimulate herself further. Hyejoo started pulling on the neglected bud, pinching it
between her fingers.

Jungeun groaned under her breath when Hyejoo used her teeth to pull her nipple before
letting go; the action causing her hips to buck, making the tip press onto the opening of her
cervix. “Oh my god, you’re so deep.” She whimpered.

Hyejoo grabbed Jungeun’s hips as she started to grind upwards, matching the woman’s
movement as she tried to get herself as deep as she could. Jungeun’s eyes rolled back, the
muscles on her thighs tightening as Hyejoo tried to push her down further.

“You’re so wet,” Hyejoo panted out, her pants soaked with Jungeun’s slick. It’s as if someone
poured a glass of water on her lap. “It could fit another cock inside your useless cunt easily.”
Jungeun only whined, her walls tightening at the idea of being filled to the brim with two
cocks.

“Oh, you like that?” Hyejoo tilted her head to the side. “You’re so greedy. I bet you would
want to get fucked until you can’t think straight anymore.”

“I,”

“You’re just a dumb little slut, aren’t you?” Hyejoo started bouncing her up and down before
she could respond, her words jumbled as it left her mouth. “See, you can’t even talk
properly.”

Jungeun whimpered at her words, feeling herself getting closer to the edge. She didn’t even
notice that she was moving on her own accord, chasing her own high.

“Come on, say it.” Hyejoo sighed as if she was disappointed, a hand grabbing Jungeun by her
waist as a threat to make her stop. “Tell me that you’re just my dumb cockslut.”

“I-I’m just–ah, your dumb cockslut,” Jungeun said in an instance, fingernails digging unto
Hyejoo’s skin causing it to break ever so slightly. Hyejoo hissed, the pain enough to make her
toes curl. Hyejoo started to thrust into her, their bodies meeting halfway; the sound of skin
slapping against skin echoing inside the empty cinema. “So deep—fucking me so deep. Oh
my god, I’m going to cum, please,” Jungeun babbled, her head spinning.

“Greedy little whores don’t deserve to cum,” Hyejoo hummed, the hold on her waist getting
tighter. “Is that right?”

Jungeun frantically shook her head in desperation. She burst out in tears, words and words
spilling out of her. “Please, please, please, fuck, I’m so close,”

“Did you forget what I said, you dumb slut?” Hyejoo growled, grabbing a fistful of hair. “I
hate sluts who don’t ask nicely.”
Jungeun sobbed, feeling herself on verge of exploding. “Please, let me cum,”

“Do you deserve it?”

Jungeun nodded, her vision blurred by her tears.

“Use your words.” Hyejoo reminded, pulling her by her hair.

“Y-yes.” She whimpered. “Please.”

Hyejoo seemed satisfied by that, placing a peck on her lips before she leaned closer to her
ears. “Cum for me.”

Jungeun let out a strained moan, arms looping around Hyejoo’s neck and pulling her into a
tight embrace as her body shook violently. Jungeun could feel her vision turning white as her
orgasm took over her. Hyejoo could feel her walls clamp painfully around her length, making
her grit her teeth. She wrapped an arm around Jungeun’s waist, placing kisses on the side of
her face as Jungeun rode what seemed to be her longest high; her body jolting even at the
slightest of touch.

“Hey,” Hyejoo cooed after a minute or two, cradling the back of her head with a gentle hand.
“Are you okay?”

Jungeun sniffled before she pried away, instantly regretting it because she had totally
forgotten that Hyejoo was still hard inside of her. She hissed, still overly sensitive. That
might be one of the greatest orgasms she had ever had in her entire history as a succubus. She
even forgot that she was trying to satiate her hunger in the first place.

“You still haven’t cum.” Jungeun mumbled.

“Uh, you haven’t answered my question.” Hyejoo scratched her cheeks timidly. Jungeun only
blinked, confused. “I just asked if you’re okay. Are you?”

If it’s possible, Jungeun’s heart would flutter—if she had one. Oh god, she bet Jinsol would
laugh at her for swooning over a mortal. “Damn you.” She huffed, hitting Hyejoo’s chest
with little to no force. “Don’t say that when you’re literally pulsing inside me.”

Hyejoo only pouted. “I want to cum.”

“Give me a moment.”

“I thought demons don’t get tired easily.” Hyejoo said, furrowing her eyebrows. Jungeun
laughed at her expression. She wanted to kiss that frown off of her lips but she decided not to.
Just because.

“Fine.” Jungeun stood up, whining when Hyejoo slid off of her due to her action. She could
feel her slick dripping down her thighs as she tried her best to balance herself, her legs
wobbly. She turned around, back for Hyejoo to see. “You’re lucky I’m still hungry.” She
sneered before bending over, propping her hands on the back of the seat on the previous row.
She squinted her eyes when the light of the screen hit her, the movie still playing.

“You know, I watched this movie with Yerim a couple of days ago.”

Oh, so that’s where they were. Of course, she knew that but she chose not to tell Hyejoo that
she had been stalking her for almost a week. That would be weird, right?

“Do you know how awkward that is?”

Jungeun could feel Hyejoo standing behind her. She rolled her eyes, her arms feeling a bit
strained. “I don’t, but it must be painful.”
“As compensation, can I ask for your name?” Hyejoo asked, sounding cheeky. “If you have
one.”

Jungeun contemplated, looking back to see Hyejoo staring at her with a pair of expecting doe
eyes. She sighed, laughing at herself for letting her prey charm her as easy as that. “It’s
Jungeun.”

“Jungeun.” Hyejoo repeated, beaming. Jungeun pursed her lips, looking away and flushing.
“That’s a pretty name.”

“Enough talking.” Jungeun huffed, shaking her hips to make Hyejoo do something. Hyejoo
placed a hand on her ass, massaging a cheek before landing a harsh smack, making her jump
at the suddenness. Hyejoo repeated her actions until she was dripping wet again, both her
cheeks red and swollen.

“So cute.” Hyejoo hummed, trying to sooth her skin by gently rubbing it with a light hand.
She secured a hand on Jungeun’s waist, lining up her cock against her hole. She pushed the
tip inside before grabbing a fistful of Jungeun’s hair. She used it to pull her back, slamming
the full length of her cock inside her tight cunt.

“Oh, fuck!” Jungeun moaned out loud, almost losing her balance. Once Hyejoo’s hips were
fully flushed against her ass; Hyejoo pulled back a bit, admiring how her hole was stretched
around her massive length.

“Holy shit.” Hyejoo groaned, feeling her composure diminish bit by bit as she moved her
hips, her cock pumping in and out of Jungeun’s abused pussy. She gritted her teeth when
Jungeun’s hole would hook on the head of her cock, only for it to stretch when she pushed
back in. The sound of squelching only fueled her further, her pace picking up as she used
Jungeun’s hair as a leverage.

Jungeun’s arms were no longer propping herself up because Hyejoo was using her as if she
was a ragdoll. If it weren’t for the tight hold that Hyejoo had on her waist and her hair, she
could have toppled over. Jungeun would let out loud ‘ah’s and curses escape her lips with
each slap of their skin.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Hyejoo gritted her teeth, getting even more aggressive with each
thrust. Jungeun was too distracted by the pleasure to even comprehend how Hyejoo was
pulling on her hair so harshly. “It’s squeezing me in.”

Jungeun’s head fell back when Hyejoo let go of her hair, her hand joining the other to hold
her hips and fuck her into oblivion. Jungeun was standing on her tiptoes, trying her best to
keep her balance amidst the drowning pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you,” Hyejoo snarled, slamming into her and grinding her hips. “Just taking it
as if you’re just a useless cumdump.” She mocked, hand snaking its way to Jungeun’s neck,
repositioning her so her back was against her chest.

Jungeun mewled when Hyejoo started sucking her ears, her fingers pressing against the side
of her neck. She could feel the air cut off slightly, her adrenaline spiking up causing her to
tighten around Hyejoo’s length.

“I’m close,” Hyejoo grunted, movements sloppier. She fucked into Jungeun harder and faster,
not minding how the woman was scratching her arms as she trashed around. She didn’t notice
that Jungeun was in the middle of an orgasm, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull as she
tried her best to regulate her breathing. Hyejoo bit her shoulders, thrusts coming to a halt as
she came, the hand on Jungeun’s neck finally coming loose.

Jungeun heaved a large amount of air, her body going limp. She moaned as she felt Hyejoo
twitch inside of her, cum painting her walls. She could feel it filling her, dripping from where
they were connected.

Hyejoo felt tired, the surroundings of her vision blackening as she toppled over the chair;
dragging Jungeun with her. She felt like she was going to pass out once she hit the cushions.

Was passing out in a dream possible?

She suddenly jolted awake—in her living room. She was still in the same position as she
slept in except it was almost dark outside, the sun setting any minute.
Shit.

Hyejoo felt the sweat trickle down her forehead. Of course, she absolutely felt disgustingly
sticky down there. She groaned, feeling oddly refreshed but tired at the same time.

“What the fuck,” Hyejoo scratched her head, recalling the encounter. She shifted on her seat,
cringing when she felt her own wetness clinging unto her uncomfortably. She huffed,
standing up and stretching her limbs.

She certainly needed a shower—a cold one.

She wondered if she could tell Hyunjin that she got visited by a hot sex-crazed demon. She
assumed that Hyunjin would just laugh and make fun of her for being ‘sexually frustrated’ to
the point that she made up a scenario in her head that consisted of a succubus infiltrating her
dreams.

She rubbed her nape, sighing to herself before something on the coffee table caught her eye.
It was a glass of water that wasn’t there before. She didn’t even use the glass because it had
some sort of corny owl designs patterned over it.

Yep. She’s a hundred percent sure that her mind didn’t make up everything and translated it
into her dreams.

“So not only did you let her fuck you until she passed out but you told her your name too?”
Jinsol repeated, her face contorted in confusion and bewilderment. “Oh my god, why would
you do that?”

“She called me pretty,” Jungeun shrugged.

“While you have a dick in your mouth!” Jiwoo, another member of their little succubus
circle, exclaimed dramatically. Jiwoo just happened to pass by their realm and, being the nosy
little devil she is; just had to listen to Jungeun’s peculiar encounter with a mortal.

“So what?” Jungeun grumbled. “What’s the big deal?”

“A dick was inside of your mouth, Jungie.” Jinsol said, scratching her head.

“What about it?” She rolled her eyes. “Am I not allowed to be flattered?”

Jinsol shook her head frantically, her tail swishing in the same direction. “Of course you are!
But that’s not enough for you to tell her your name! That’s sacred!”

“Right!” Jiwoo nodded.

“It’s literally just a name. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“That’s blasphemy, you evil demon.” Jiwoo pointed out. Jinsol nodded, folding her arms
across her chest and clicking her tongue a few times in disappointment.

“As I said, it’s literally just a name.” Jungeun repeated herself.

“Not a valid reason. Nope.” Jinsol shook her head, shrugging.

Jungeun groaned in frustration, arms flailing in the air. “Fine! I told her my name because she
was adorable,”
“And?”

“And a sweetheart.” Jungeun mumbled, looking at the other two back and forth. “Are you
happy now? Can you both leave me alone and get off of my back?”

Jinsol and Jiwoo looked at each other with knowing looks.

“So you like her?” Jiwoo asked.

“I do not.”

“I think you do.” Jinsol countered.

“Okay, tell me a good reason why you think so.” Jungeun raised an eyebrow.

“Because you’re going gaga over someone calling you pretty while they have their dream
dick inside your mouth?” Jiwoo interrupted but Jinsol agreed nevertheless, nodding her head
eagerly.

Jungeun rubbed her face in annoyance. What was this? Dumb and dumber? “What the fuck
does that have to do with anything?”

“It has to do with everything.” Jinsol said with utmost confidence before she went on full
explanation mode. Jiwoo agreed, bopping her head to whatever Jinsol was going on about.

Jungeun rolled her eyes.

Oh boy, this was going to be a long day.

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