╰┈➤ Summary: Sometimes having dolls can make you feel less lonely, but what happens when you start seeing things? Having Visions that no one else could see.
Wanting to decorate your home is like a calling. Different pieces of furniture, items to put around the rooms to make sure your hope can feel like a home even after work. Sitting on the windows like protectors of a safe place. Seeing 8 dolls being sold around the city, they were so beautiful. Each wanting to be reunited with someone, but they needed to be together.
Y/N found all of them, sitting perfectly on a window in the living room like a warm welcome. Watching Y/N"s every move, yet the warm feeling wasn't always welcoming. It felt like being prey in your own home with nowhere safe to go. It always felt like someone was walking around, always there in the corner yet vanishing with every lookback despite knowing someone was there,.
Now what can you do when 8 pair of eyes claim each, and every part of you? Making sure no one can ever take you away, no matter how hard they fight,
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An: this was inspired by a prompt called "Fall slow/fall hard" and just absolutely perfect. and also here is gift one @yourfatherlucifer
From the moment he saw you, he knew he had to have you. You were beautiful, ethereal, innocent and all that was right with the world. He told himself his obsession with you was just a need to corrupt you, to bind you to him and watch you fall. He told himself that when you did, he would leave you there, as the most deliciously twisted creature to exist... more twisted than him.
But you didn't shy away from him when he was around. You didn't keep your distance if he got too close like the other angels, nor did you flinch when he would reach out and touch you.
Instead you welcomed him with a smile, laughed as if you meant it, and leaned into his touch. Too pure, too good, and you corrupted his mind with thoughts of you. Fuck he couldn't stop thinking about you. About the way you smelled, the softness of your skin and hair, and the softs sounds you made. He thought of how it would be to have his face buried in between the valley of your breasts, or his cock buried in your sweet cunt and how your arousal would be the closest fucking thing he would get to heaven.
When you kissed him, yes you kissed HIM, he had locked up, feeling a shyness he never felt before. The demon inside of him wanted to ravage you right there, he would've, he was sure you wouldn't say no if he asked. But fuck he didn't.
He was a fool, falling for an angel he wanted to tear the wings off of. A fool who could not do more than kiss your sweet lips and then fuck his hand moaning your name. You were supposed to fall for his charms, beg for his cock, for his love-
So when you walked through his door, which he might have kept unlocked on purpose, and saw him fucking into his hand, he didn't stop. He stared you down, panting and chanting your name under his breath. He watched your eyes widened like a doe in headlights, the way heat rushed through you and the scent of your arousal filled the room. Oh it was heaven.
"Jongho... you could've asked me." The sweetest words falling from your lips, they felt like salvation.
He wanted nothing more than to be saved by you... to be loved by you. He had wanted to corrupt your beauty, your purity, but it was he who fell. "Angel... come here." He motioned for you to come closer, pleased when you didn’t hesitate to close the distance.
You were perfect, and it didn’t matter that he loved you: the urge to ruin you was still there and probably stronger than ever. Ruin you for anyone else but him.
And he did.
He had you sprawled on his bed, your wings bound above you and your ass in the air. His fingers were rough with your entrance, three pushed in and stretching you out. You had begged and begged already for him to go all the way- to fuck you- and it was music to his ears.
But he didn’t, he knew it would hurt, and he preferred the tears that were streaming down your face right now to be from pleasure, not pain.
So he twisted his fingers, plunging them deep again and again with every intention of making you cum- again- on them. “That’s it Angel, are you crying for me?”
You nodded your head against the ruffled sheets, your hips moving back to meet his fingers over and over. “Feels s’good- please!”
“Please what? What are you asking for Angel?”
“D-don’t make me say it.” Your whine had him chuckling and pressing down on your lower back so he could push his fingers deeper. “Jongho-”
He moved his hand to smack the curve of your ass, a red there already. “Aht, that’s not what you are to call me, is it? Now say it Angel- tell me what you’re begging for.”
His fingers slowed to deny you of your oncoming orgasm, a raw whine leaving you as you tried to push them back in yourself. “Please… please fuck me Sir. W-Want to feel you. You want that too. That’s why you were jerking off right?” You rolled over as best you could, with your hands tied up and wings it didn’t leave you much room to move.
“You really really want that Angel? Want my cock inside you? Want me to ruin you?” He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and moaning at the taste. “The best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted- I’ll commit so many sins just to keep getting a taste. Starting with corrupting an Angel. My angel.” He lifted your leg and moved onto the bed, stroking his cock as he brought it to your entrance.
You didn’t care if this made you fall, all you could think about was him and how good his fingers had felt- his cock would surely be better right?
Well yes and no. The stretch felt amazing until he hit deeper, breaking that barrier that others would associate with your purity, eyes glazing over with tears at the sharp pain. He held your leg to his chest as he pushed in his full ribbed length, groaning at the way you clenched around him. “Oh fucking hell- Angel, so perfect. You’re crying-”
Part of you expected kindness, but the wicked look in his eyes as he licked his lips incited a new wave of pleasure that twisted your gut. It was if he could tell, giving a sharp thrust just to see a tear run down your cheek. It felt so good, that little bit of pain mixed the loads of pleasure. And when he started moving, his hand held your leg tight as his hips pushed forward with powerful thrusts, just intensifying it.
“Oh fuck you’re tears are so beautiful Angel, keep crying over my cock. Come on, fall for me.”
He didn’t stop until the sheets were soaked with your tears, your drool, your cum- he didn’t stop until he left you a different mess than he ever intended: but you were even more beautiful than he imagined.
