#guccikainet

He sits on his throne of fire and brimstone, decorated with the skulls of all those who have fallen into the burning pits of Hell, silver hair painted a fiery gold by the torches that surround him and the flames flicker dancing lights over his bronze, muscular chest as dark eyes stare deep into your soul. Jongin, better known as the Demon King, the being feared by all, had summoned you to his palace and here you are, having a staring match with an immortal who could very easily snap his fingers and break your neck.

“You are very brave,” he speaks after what seems like an eternity, “your will is strong and there are rumours about your powers that have some of the highly ranked demons quivering in their boots.”

“But not you,” you quirk an eyebrow and Jongin laughs; it’s an absurd laugh, loud and hearty. You wait until he’s finished laughing before continuing, “I could have you on your knees with a snap of my fingers, begging me for mercy as blood drips from your eyes.”

He smirks, finding your threats amusing as he unfolds his toned legs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and perching his chin on folded hands while watching you with a certain look in his eyes that you cannot place. “Such a vivid imagination, witch, such conviction in your words that it sends a pleasant shiver down my spine.” Jongin leans back, slouching a little and looking you over, “yes,” he says more to himself than you, “I think you will do quite well.”

You’re about to ask what he means when he snaps his fingers and you drop to your knees, a burning sensation rushing through your body as you look up at him - sitting comfortably on his throne.

“You see, with a snap of my fingers, I can do that, too, have you on your knees - though my imagination is leaning in a different direction when it comes to the begging.” Jongin chuckles, fingers curling in the come here motion and you feel your body being pulled along by an invisible force. He leans forward, plush lips brushing against the shell of your ear and curving into a smile when he sees the shiver that rushes down your spine, “want to know the kind of begging I would prefer to hear?”

Fingers stroke along your jaw and the burning sensation intensifies, becoming localised in your nether regions as images flash in your mind. You knew Jongin was powerful but this type of graphic telepathy is unheard of amongst demons; a blush taints your cheeks, breathing growing heavy and you suddenly find it hard to swallow without the muscles in your abdomen clenching in need. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and continues to torture your mind with his wild fantasies - the low moan that Jongin releases almost has you whining with want.

Jongin has you naked on his lap, back against his firm chest with your legs hooked over his as he spreads your legs as wide as he can, the sight of his cock sat completely inside you a view to anyone who dared decided to disturb the King’s fun. He pumps lazily, barely needing to move because the size of him, and texture of his cock, causes you to moan and shake with desire; you take him well, he whispers that in your ear as he gently nips your pierced earlobe and running his tongue along the sensitive spot of your neck.

“You’d beg for more,” Jongin licks his lips, his own fantasy designed to torture you is causing his own arousal to grow, “you’d want it harder, rolling your hips in such a way that I’d have to struggle for control.” He shudders out the word, his warm breath tickling your skin as his stroking fingers move from your jaw to your chin, gripping it and tracing your luscious lips softly with the pad of his thumb.

Your moans grow when Jongin snaps his hips, hitting the spot hidden inside your inner walls with such accuracy, it’s almost like he knew it was there. Soft groans, whisperings of how good you are, how he wants you to be louder, only fueling your need to have him fuck you until you broke.

He teases your slightly parted lips open further, his thumb entering the wet warmth of your mouth and he’s pleasantly surprised when you suck on the digit, expertly rolling your tongue over it.

Fingers tangle in his silver locks, nails dragging against his scalp as he grunts into the crook of your neck, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your string of profanities and moans as he gives you what you want - fucking you roughly and having you constantly seeing stars. One hand cups your breast, tweaking the pert nipple and having you arch your back, body growing sensitive with his touch as he stimulates every part of you; his other hand drags slowly down your stomach before hovering over the little hidden button that’ll send your mind reeling.

“I know how you’d cum,” Jongin’s honey words hypnotising you into a needy trance as you rub your thighs together, sucking on his thumb, “how your mind would blank and you’d collapse against me, trying to catch your breath while I continued to fuck you senseless.” You whimper and Jongin groans, loving the sounds you make and wanting to hear more. “Even when your body is growing over-stimulated, even when I’ve gone deaf with your screams - I’m not going to stop,” his voice grows deeper as his other hand grabs one of yours and places it on his bulging cock, straining against his red leather pants. You gasp, eyes widening at what he’s got in store for you, “that’s right, baby,” Jongin growls out now, pulling away and flashing you a devilish smile, “I’m not going to stop until you’re filled to the brim with my cum and pregnant with my spawn. I’m not going to stop until I’ve had my fill of you.”

The image of you, laid out on red, satin sheets with his cum leaking out of your clenching, sensitive pussy flashes in your mind and he groans deeply, his cock twitching noticeably in his pants.

The beeping of the keypad indicates that Jongin has returned home and you rush to the door to greet him, a smile on your pretty, painted lips and smoothing out the mini skirt that barely covers your plump ass before bowing as the door opens. “Welcome home, Daddy,” his tired eyes sparkle at the usage of the term, still not used to hearing it from you, “can I help you with anything?” You reach for his suitcase but Jongin takes your hand instead and pulls you towards the bedroom.

“What a sight to come home to,” he chuckles, glancing over his shoulder at your surprised face before standing you in the clear space of the bedroom and looking at you with a calculated expression. You are unsure what’s going on in his mind, worried that he’s unhappy with your choice in attire but also knowing that he’s pleased with it by the way his eyes shine as they wander over you. “Turn for me, slowly,” he folds his arm across his chest, using it to prop the other up as he runs a finger over his lips.

You do as you’re told, feeling completely naked, instead of partly, as you turn on the spot for him. “Daddy?” You speak in a quiet voice, “did I do something wrong?”

Jongin’s eyes widen, startled out of his thoughts as he reaches for you, “no, baby girl. You’ve done everything right.” His large hands rubs warmly over your exposed forearms as you move closer into him, inhaling deeply before letting out a content sigh because he smells like home. “I’ve imagined you in this very outfit but I was taken away by how sexy you look; I’m a very lucky man to have such a beautiful woman waiting for me at home.” As he speaks, his voice gets lower and every syllable hits you deep in your core until you are practically shaking from arousal, “do you know what else I’ve imagined, baby girl?”

You give him a demure look, meeting his heated gaze with innocent eyes that tend to drive him wild. “What have you imagined, Daddy?” The way you say it, the air of sweet innocence in your voice as you subtly bite your bottom lip has a low growl emitting from Jongin’s chest.

“I’ve imagined, for weeks, you wearing this pretty little piece, undressing me like the good girl you are before getting on your knees and showing me just how naughty Daddy’s baby girl can be. I’ve imagined those soft lips wrapped around my thick cock as I fuck that sweet mouth of yours before spilling my cum down your throat; do you want that, baby girl?” He smirks, watching as each word hits you deep in your core and as you nod your head, Jongin grabs your hands and places them on his shirt.

You begin slowly, loosening his plain navy blue tie and slowly undoing it before tossing it onto the bed, “I want you to use that on me later,” you whisper, blushing as Jongin gasps at your suggestion before his hands rest on your waist and he massages the skin with a gentle hum of intrigue.

You move onto his suit, pushing the pinstripe jacket off his shoulders before agile fingers make quick work of the buttons of the vest. Jongin watches you work quietly, with every article of clothing that you remove, he thinks of something to reward you with - something to show his love and gratitude for you. His stomach tenses when you run your nails across the waistband of his briefs that show from underneath his dress slacks and you encourage Jongin to sit down on the bed before finishing the job.

“I missed you,” you kiss him sweetly before trailing wet kisses down the side of his neck, down the valley of his firm chest and over his sculpted abdomen before kneeling on the floor in front of him. Jongin leans back, resting on his hands as he watches you release his erect, throbbing cock from his briefs; a sigh leaves his lips when you place a kiss on the tip, his pre-cum smeared on your painted lips which you seductively lick off while looking him in the eyes.

“I missed you too,” he breathes out when you lick from the base to the tip before taking the head into your mouth and sucking before releasing it with a small pop. You begin the process, slowly teasing him, lathering his cock with your saliva before engulfing him completely and causing Jongin to let out a low groan, “oh fuck, yes.”

He praises you as you give him what he’s been wanting since the day he left, the moans that he lets out mixed in with ‘you’re doing so well’ causes the heat to build in your core. He watches you, watches his cock, smeared with your lipstick, moving in and out of your perfect lips as you use your hands to massage his testicles and stroke what cannot fit in your mouth. “Such a good girl,” he strokes your hair, brushing strands out from your face so he can see you clearly and his heart swells when he sees how happy you are.

You love being his baby girl, love the praise and care that Jongin provides you with and Jongin loves you so purely in return.

His restraint begins to waver when he feels the back of your throat, watching as you take him deeper until the tears begin to prickle at the corner of your eyes. “Hold on tight, baby girl,” he growls out, fingers threading through your hair before he grips the back of your head and gives you a moment to take hold of his strong thighs.

The first thrust has you choking, from the intensity of it and from his cock being rammed down your throat and Jongin knows he has to slowly work his way up to it but he wants to watch you choke on him. He loves seeing the tears run down your face as you take his cock so fucking well and never complain, he loves feeling your moans vibrate through his sensitive dick all the way to his abdomen and how, even after having you choke on him, having you out of breathe and desperate for air, you still beg for his load to be fed to you.

He loves it when you’re his baby girl but he would be lying if he didn’t say he loves it when you are a cum hungry slut, just for him.

“You take me so well,” he moans out, hips moving at a quicker pace than your throat can handle as he draws closer to his climax, “such a good girl taking my cock like this. Fuck, you’re so good to me.” He repeats his words over and over, your moans indicating you’re loving it while you dig your nails into his thighs as you hold on for as long as you can. “Just a little longer,” there’s a whine to his voice, pace growing erratic before shoving your head down, nose buried deep into his trimmed pubic hair while he let’s out a deep groan and releases into your throat, shivering as he can feel you trying to swallow around him.

You take it all, taking everything he’s got before gasping for air when he releases you and pulls you up off your knees and onto the bed. “I’m sorry for that, baby girl, Daddy didn’t mean to be so rough with you but he couldn’t help himself because you are just so perfect.” He kisses your cheeks, letting you catch your breath as he kisses down your body before settling over and looking down at your exhausted but satisfied face. “God, I love you, baby girl. You have no idea how much.”

Jongin had been planning on going shopping, the need to go out and spend unnecessary money being strong because he’s been wanting to buy Rahee a new outfit for school and luckily, he can still do so because he’s done this a million times with Raeon and Rahee - so, of course, he can do this with Jongdae’s son. They stop by the dorm to drop off the suitcases, Baekhyun scampering from the building faster than Jongin has ever seen him leave and he can hear Junmyeon slamming his door from upstairs; shrugging, the happy man grabs the pushchair and carries it back down to the car, ignoring the manager’s worried face when he slides into the passenger seat and looks over at the cooing baby. “Doesn’t this just make you want to have a bunch of kids of your own?” He wonders aloud and the manager chokes on his tongue.

The baby is quite content with Jongin, who instructs the manager to take photos of them randomly, posing and pulling faces to make the baby laugh. His own boisterous laugh echoes around them as they walk into various stores and Jongin buys too many things to be considered responsible with his money. There’s an outfit in the display window of a store that catches Jongin’s eye, his curiosity getting the better of him as he veers off in that direction and heads into the store. Panic begins to start behind him, shouting that reaches deaf ears because Jongin’s so used to hearing his name, so used to blocking out the insane screaming of fans, that he manages to tune it out as he talks to the store clerk about the sizes of the dress.

It’s not until he reaches for his wallet does he realise what he’s done.

“Oh no,” he looked around, noticing something very important missing as he runs out of the store and muttering to himself over and over again, “oh no, oh shit, hyung is going to kill me.” Jongin sees the chaos ahead of him and runs as fast as he can towards it; his cheeks flushed a deep red when he realises security has been called and even with everyone crowding around him, the child is chattering gibberish like nothing is wrong. “I’m so sorry,” he grabs the pushchair, bowing his head to everyone while security and the manager try to disperse the small crowd.

Jongdae is going to kill him when he hears about this.

Because he will, there’s no doubt about that.

He feels embarrassed about the events at the mall, guilty beyond all doubt and decides that giving his little nephew one hundred percent of his attention is the only way he can make up for it. He plots out the rest of the day, playing little hand games, singing songs, doing whatever his little mini Chen wants to do and making sure he’s fed, happy and healthy.

Which is easier said than done.

There are no tears, luckily Jongin has a way with children that seems to keep them calm and content but there is extreme chaos in the bombsite that is now the EXO dorm living room. Play time had created a mess of toys everywhere and amongst those toys is Jongin’s now spit-logged phone because the baby needed something to chew on to help his new tooth come through and even though Jongin did his best to ease the pain of the tooth cutting, rubbing soothing gel on it with his finger and having the digit harshly gnawed on, the phone seemed to be the only thing that kept the baby content. “I’m sure Jongdae hyung will buy me a new phone,” Jongin cringes as he watches the baby roll around the floor, chewing happily on the expensive iPhone - the second one he’s had within four months..

Dinner time was literally feeding time at the zoo; the microwave is covered in splattered baby food, there is a burnt pot soaking in the sink from the first attempt at cooking mashed potatoes, and Jongin has somehow gotten more food on his shirt and in his hair than he managed to actually feed the baby. “Here comes the aeroplane,” he makes the sound of a plane flying as he navigates the spoon towards the baby’s mouth. “Yummy isn’t it? Your father hates Kaichun’s cooking but I think I’ve gotten better, what do you say, Mini Chen?”

The response he is given is the food spat on his shirt before the mouth is opened for more food. Two out of three bites is a win in Jongin’s opinion.

A collective yawn passes through both male’s lips as Jongin rubs his eyes and notices the little one doing the same thing, “bath and then bed,” Jongin mumbles as he prepares the sink for a bath and does his best to make sure that every inch of the baby is sparkling clean despite everything around him being messy.

Jongin sets up a little bed on the floor, pillows and blankets from his room, amongst the minefield of toys and even though his mind is telling him to go to bed himself, Jongin can’t help but notice how comfortable it looks. “I’ll wait until you fall asleep,” he places an arm under the baby’s head and uses the pillow for himself, “when you’re asleep then I’ll go to bed.” Though the moment Jongin closes his eyes, it’s far too late for him to move.