#x-suho

─── ⋆⋅ blacken my heart ⋅⋆ ─── 

The feeling of him remained—a phantom heat that sent shivers through your body long after you woke up. It wasn’t just in your mind anymore. His presence, so vivid in your dreams, began to leak into your waking life. A quiet room would suddenly be filled with a faint, static hum that made the hairs on your arms stand up and shivers on your spine.

The dreams were no longer just a hot force. He appeared in front of you, a dark silhouette, his form so defined you could almost make out the lean lines of his body beneath a cloak of pure shadow. He moved like a ripple of darkness that consumed the space between you. You felt a terrifying, exhilarating paralysis as he lifted a hand and reached for your throat. He didn’t touch you, but the suffocating heat of his approach was enough. He held you captive, your breath coming in short, terrified gasps.

“You can’t escape me,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seemed to vibrate through your very bones.

You woke with a scream caught in your throat, your body drenched in sweat, but the fear was quickly replaced by a hot, needy ache between your legs. The dream wasn’t just a dream; it was something deeper, and your body had already surrendered to it. You were his.

The dreams kept coming, growing more vivid and possessive. He didn't speak this time, but his actions were a command. He’d watch you, a silent, dominant presence. He touched you, his hands moving over your body with a deliberate slowness that was a form of exquisite torture. 

You woke with your body aching, a raw, needy ache that was a testament to his power. But the room was empty, yet you felt the suffocating heat of his approach and the trail of goosebumps running down your spine.

─── ⋆⋅ creeping dark night ⋅⋆ ─── 

“Gosh, you’re crazy,” Minseok laughed, doubling over when you told him.

“Min… I’m not joking. I almost passed out,” you pleaded, feeling your cheeks flush with shame.

“Are you sure you don’t watch porn before bed?” he snorted, clutching his stomach with tears of laughter in his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid!” You smacked his arm, frustration bubbling up. “Kim Minseok, listen to me. I’m telling you, someone enters my dreams every night. It’s a man.” You sighed, defeated. “Should I see a medium? Could be a spirit…”

“Yeah, you should,” Minseok joked, “and tell them you’re having sexual fantasies with ghosts, too.”

You shot him a glare, a mix of anger and exhaustion. He couldn’t be serious for once.

That night, the dream repeated itself; it was so real. He was there, standing over your bed, a silhouette so dark it seemed to absorb the moonlight coming through your window. He moved with a chilling, predatory grace, leaning over you, but you couldn’t see his face.

He reached out, fingers cupping your cheek, and the touch burned like fire. “I’ll find you, doll,” he purred, his voice a possessive murmur. “You’ll be mine.”

He moved closer, his body a heavy, tangible weight over yours. He didn’t just press against you this time; he was there.

You woke up crying, your body drenched in sweat, but again the fear was quickly replaced by a hot, needy ache in your core. You could still feel the press of his body on yours, his hands burning your skin, his lips everywhere at once, but it was just a feeling; you were alone.

─── ⋆⋅ staining my soul ⋅⋆ ─── 

“Easy, dummy,” Minseok said, trying to get you to slow down your drinking. “You’ll end up seeing him here, too.”

“Ugh, shut up,” you grumbled, slamming the glass down. You were drinking to erase the feeling he had left behind—the memory of his touch.

You scanned the new club, feeling like an outsider. Everyone was loud, happy, and showing off their costumes. Halloween was supposed to be a good night, but your mind was a racing blur. Minseok had thrown himself into his Chucky costume, but your own outfit felt like a lazy, last-minute decision: devil horns, black leather, and a skirt with red accents.

Your eyes swept across the crowd, and then, you saw him on the second floor. He was entirely in red, a cropped suit open over a leather vest, showing off his sculpted abs and toned chest, his red hair forming two horns. That smirk on his face was breathtaking. Even from a distance, and with the loud music, you heard someone call him Suhø. You repeated his name, muted. He immediately caught your eye. Suhø saw you staring and raised his glass, smirking directly at you.

You swallowed, feeling your cheeks turn red, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. His deep gaze was glued to you, ignoring the people around him, looking at you like you were his prey. It was the same feeling that had haunted you for weeks.

Minseok’s voice snapped you out of it. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“I’m… I’m fine,” you stammered, your heart hammering in your chest.

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing back at him. Suhø hadn’t stopped watching you either. The alcohol seemed to vanish from your system, the buzz replaced by a frantic thrum of nerves.

You grabbed Minseok’s arm. “Gotta go—bathroom,” you said, your voice a strained whisper.

“You sure you’re okay?” Minseok repeated, his voice filled with concern.

“Yes!” A second later, you were already pushing your way through the crowd, an invisible thread pulling you away from the noise and chaos.

Minseok watched you go, a confused frown on his face. He noticed you panicked. “I’ll be here,” he yelled over the music, but you were already gone.

You locked the door behind you, leaned against it for a moment, and let out a shaky breath. It was just you. You wet your face with cold water, trying to slow your heart’s frantic rhythm. You gripped the sides of the sink, eyes closed, trying to calm down.

A soft click of the lock made your eyes fly open. Your heart leaped into your throat. Suhø was there, in the doorway. That captivating smirk was now directed at you. Your legs felt like jelly, the sudden rush of his overwhelming presence making you weak. You tried to back away, but he was already moving, his steps silent and deliberate. Suhø reached for you, and you tried to flinch away, but it was too late.

Suhø’s touch was a searing heat that was both terrifying and familiar, and you were paralyzed by it. His thumb stroked your cheek, a slow, deliberate motion that made your breath catch. His deep blue eyes went to the cheap plastic horns on your headband.

“Cute,” Suhø murmured, his smirk widening as he brought his other hand up, his fingers brushing the fabric of your costume. “But I like my devils to be... authentic.” His gaze, a smoldering intensity that made your breath catch, returned to your eyes. “I knew you’d come,” Suhø purred, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that seemed to vibrate through your very bones. “Couldn’t escape me, huh?”

It wasn’t a dream. 

Suhø leaned in closer, his mouth just inches from your ear, and you felt the same shivers run through you that had always accompanied his presence in the shadows of your subconscious. “Your fear is delicious, but your surrender… is exquisite,” Suhø purred, his lips just brushing your skin.

Panicked, you tried to push him away, but his grip on your jaw tightened, your head locked firmly in his hand. “You… you’ve been… in my dreams,” you stammered, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. “Who… who are you?”

Suhø pulled back, a breathtakingly dangerous smirk on his face. “The Devil,” he said, his eyes glinting with a cold, absolute fire. You blinked once, twice, but before you could stammer a word, he lowered his head, his lips just a whisper from yours. “And you’re all mine now. Body. Mind. Soul.”

You felt his deep gaze penetrating your eyes, reaching your soul. His lips met yours in a kiss that was pure possession, a searing, all-consuming kiss that was fueled by every ounce of his power; it was a claiming, a statement of his ownership.

Suhø held your head in his hands, his grip firm. He was a being of immense cosmic power, and his possessiveness was a force of nature. His hands moved to your hips, closing the last bit of space between you until you were pressed against his rock-hard body. The searing touch was just as in your dreams, and a soft moan escaped your lips as Suhø found your tongue. You were lost in the moment. His lips moved from yours to your neck, his touch burning everywhere.

A familiar wetness spread through your core, but it was now a very real and overwhelming rush. His hands moved from your hips, stroking your thighs before cupping your butt and lifting you slightly. “I know you’re already wet, doll,” Suhø murmured in your ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Want me that much?” A shiver ran through you, replacing the fear with insatiable desire.

His grip on your butt went from firm to possessive, lifting you, backing you against the cold, porcelain sink. You gasped at the sudden, chilling contact, a stark contrast to the fire of his touch, moaning in response. After coming back to your lips, Suhø lifted the hem of your leather skirt, smoothly, revealing the soaked fabric of your panties. Suhø’s deep blue eyes devoured the sight, amused and hungry, smirking, and you felt a new wave of heat rush in your cunt, a pure, unadulterated need.

“Tell me, doll. What do you truly desire?” he asked, his voice a dark invitation. Suhø was clearly teasing you, relishing the absolute, humiliating power he held.

You needed him so badly, that you felt already lost. “Please…” you whispered, your voice a desperate, pleading beg. “Just take me…”

Suhø lowered his head just over your hips to quietly inhale the scent of your cunt. Your entire body melted, surrendered. A low, satisfied groan vibrated against your inner thighs as he leaned down. “I’ve been waiting for this,” Suhø purred. He didn’t waste another second. With a swift motion, he slid your panties down and away, tossing the soaked fabric aside.

Parting your legs, his hot lips found your folds, and you gasped, a full, uninhibited cry. The sudden contact of Suhø’s tongue was everything you had ever dreamed of, a culmination of weeks of tormenting desire. You leaned back against the cool sink, your eyes fluttering closed, lost to the sensation of him finally making your fantasies real.

“Fuck... you taste fucking delicious,” Suhø groaned. His hot hands gripped your waist, burying his face desperately against your pussy, lapping you with his tongue.

Your head hit the cold mirror with a soft thud, moaning desperately. Suhø’s lips and tongue were a relentless assault on your senses that left you an incoherent mess of need. With every precise, burning flick of his tongue, Suhø was sending you soaring through a sky of pure sensation.

“Oh god…” you slurred, completely aroused, trembling.

“I’m not god, doll,” Suhø murmured against your pussy. His voice was low but hoarse; it vibrated in your core, feeling it resonate in your bones. “Imma show you hell is better.”

Suhø sucked harder, and instinctively, your fingers buried in his red hair, a desperate anchor in the storm of sensation. If you weren’t so completely lost in his tongue, you’d have been shocked by the heat radiating from his head.

Suhø grunted, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated deep within you as he drew a wet slurp from your slick entrance. The wetness smeared across his chin and mouth. Your moans were so loud they felt like they could rip your throat apart, but you couldn’t stop them. Your fingers curled and tightened in his hair as he rumbled a low noise of pure satisfaction.

Suhø used his fingers to gently part your swollen folds, murmuring, “This little hole is so fucking ready for me,” before dipping down, his tongue now a firm, insistent pressure.

Suhø’s fingers pressed deeper and deeper, and your legs began to tremble, feeling so close to the edge you thought you might lose your mind. He groaned quietly, curling his tongue inside you to drag against the silken heat of your clenching walls, his nose grinding against your clit.

“You are mine. My fucking property,” he growled against your folds, his voice muffled by your moans. “Completely mine.”

Suhø listened, a predator’s focus on the quickening pace of your heart and the ragged sound of your breathing, the faint sheen of sweat on your skin, the subtle tremors that now wracked your body. Sucking firm at your slit, Suhø gave little, teasing nips with his teeth, then his thumb came to rub your clit, circling a firm rhythm that drove you wild, a crying mess.

“Say it. You. Fucking. Mine.” A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest.

His fingers slid inside of you, pushing deep enough that your juices dripped onto his hand. The wet sounds of his mouth, the slurps and sucks, were a delicious torture you couldn’t take much longer.

“Yes—yours… please, take it—” you moaned. You were shaking now, desperate. He noticed it, a dark smirk spreading across his face.

“Gimme all to me,” Suhø purred, his voice a low, commanding hum. “Cum for me, doll.”

Suhø’s mouth and fingers were in total sync. With a sob that tore from your throat, you lost all control, an explosive release shuddering through your entire body. You were a trembling, moaning mess, and your head was thrown back against the mirror.

But he didn’t stop. Suhø grunted with primal satisfaction, his mouth still working, sucking like he was possessed, drinking everything. “So fucking good when you break for me,” he rumbled.

As Suhø continued his relentless, possessive claim, his fingers slid back inside of you, deeper, a final act of dominance that left you breathless and aching for more.

Your hands gripped the cold sink, your knuckles white, your trembling legs threatening to give out completely. You felt his deep gaze on you, and when you finally met his eyes, you saw that a slow smirk was spreading across his face. Suhø’s lips were swollen, his chin and jaw wet with your juices. He licked his lips, then used his thumb to clean his chin, a possessive darkness in his gaze. He brought the slick thumb to his mouth, sucking, savoring like it was the most delicious elixir.

“Look at what you spilled for me, doll,” Suhø purred. “Now. Taste it,” he commanded. 

Your mind couldn’t process his words, but a craving need inside made you nod. His eyes went dark, a profound shift in their depths. Without a word, Suhø slid the same two fingers he used to thrust you, now slick with your juices, into your mouth. You couldn't resist. You took them, moaning, slightly gagging, tasting yourself on his fingers.

“Swallow it, little whore.” Suhø’s voice was full of possessiveness, his eyes looking at you like you were his prey, smirking. “Every fucking drop.”

You obeyed, swallowing, the taste on your tongue a final dizzying sensation. As you did, Suhø pulled his fingers out, a wet, sucking sound echoing in the small room. He didn’t wait a second before crashing his lips against yours, a raw, possessive kiss that consumed you completely. His tongue found yours, claiming, and his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your hands, still trembling from your climax, moved to his shoulders, trying to find an anchor.

“I need you... inside,” you managed to say between moans and a ragged breath. Suhø’s smirk widened, a breathtakingly dangerous curve of his lips as your body and mind betrayed you.

In a fraction of a second, Suhø removed his pants and boxers, his body a breathtaking silhouette of sculpted muscle and predatory grace. Suhø was incredibly big, a testament to his power, and with a lazy smirk, he teased you, his hard cock smacking against your wet cunt. You gasped, a sound of both shock and pure need, and that was all the permission Suhø needed to slam into you.

The sudden, brutal thrust stole your breath. A raw cry tore from your throat as you were filled with him, a deep, overwhelming fullness that was both exquisite and terrifying. Your legs, already weak, gave out, but Suhø held you, his hands like vises on your hips, a solid, unyielding anchor in the storm. Suhø was impossibly huge and hot, his searing heat a brand that went straight to your cunt, a force of nature that consumed you from the inside out.

Suhø’s thrusts were savage and relentless, each one a non-negotiable claim. He wasn’t just fucking you; he was claiming your very soul, forcing your submission with every goddamn inch of him.

“Take it deep, little slut. I own your fucking pussy,” Suhø growled, a low, guttural command vibrating in your core. The cold porcelain of the sink was a distant, forgotten memory, your body now a furnace of his making, your slick cunt gripping him, a desperate, needy response to his dominance.

He grunted with each thrust, a rhythmic sound of pure, carnal satisfaction. Suhø was a wildfire of nature, and you were caught in his storm, moaning with no stop. “Tell me how good my cock feels buried in your little hole,” Suhø commanded, his breath hot on your ear.

“So good—Fuck.” Your mind was a racing blur, every coherent thought shattered by the intensity of his possession. You were a collection of raw nerves and burning desire, your body giving in, a trembling mess of need.

In a move that stole the last of your breath, Suhø’s hand clamped around your throat. His fingers were like bands of fire, wrapping strongly. The pressure was firm, demanding, and you gasped, the air instantly thinning to a burning trickle. Blood pounded violently in your ears, a deafening drumbeat that swallowed the club’s music. Your teary vision swam at the edges, and your hands instinctively flew up, clutching at his wrist, not to stop him, but to steady yourself against the overwhelming rush of arousal. The inability to breathe or fight was the ultimate surrender, and the terror twisted into a blinding need to obey.

Suhø leaned in, his eyes blazing down at you, their blue a dark, terrifying abyss. He didn’t rush. He watched the panic flare and then dissolve into helpless submission in your eyes. “You’re my obedient little fuck toy, huh?,” Suhø purred, his voice a chilling whisper of absolute power. “Who owns you?”

You clawed at his arm, your body bucking against his, a primal, choked sound escaping your lips as you fought for air and for a voice. You could only manage a series of raw, desperate sounds—“Ah... Y-yes... you…” The words were incoherent, shattered pleas of total defeat.

With a final, possessive thrust, Suhø eased his grip, the pressure instantly dissolving. You sucked in a huge, shuddering gulp of air, your lungs burning, tearing up, and your core clamped down on him. “Good girl,” he purred, an intoxicating drug that made your cunt clench violently around him.

And even there, Suhø was still thrusting you, filling you completely. Your whole body couldn’t contain the sticky sensation, the wet sounds, the overwhelming arousal, his words—you were a trembling, moaning mess.

You managed to lift your head, your eyes wide with desperate submission. “I can’t... Please—I’m yours—” you gasped, the words barely audible over the relentless rhythm of his body.

Suhø leaned down, his voice a low, rough command against your ear, “Prove it. Flood my dick.”

With a deep, possessive thrust, you couldn’t contain the squirt, a hot, liquid release that gushed over his cock and your thighs. You gasped, a sob of shock and pleasure tearing from your throat, your entire body gripping him tightly, shivering uncontrollably.

Suhø let out a primal groan of pure satisfaction, his fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck, yes. Spill your precious juices all over me like the good whore you are,” Suhø rumbled, his voice thick with triumph. “Imma fill your tight little pussy.”

“Shit—please,” you moaned, trying to hold him closer.

Just as your second wave of climax subsided, his body seized. A deep groan tore from his chest as his muscles bunched, and Suhø drove into you one final, deep, shuddering time. “Until you’re fucking full of me.” A searing, overwhelming heat pumped into your core—a massive, thick rush of his cum that filled you completely, claiming you.

“Suhø…” You were gripped so tightly around him, fearing you would break apart under the sheer force of his power. His thrusts didn’t stop, a relentless assault on your senses that left you an incoherent wreck, a sobbing, moaning, desperate mess.

“Fuck. That’s it, doll. Take what’s yours,” Suhø purred. His throbbing cock sent you spasms all over your body. 

You finally gave up, your forehead falling to his chest, your breath coming in loud, ragged gasps that left you dizzy, feeling the raw hotness against your skin, moaning while your legs trembled.

Suhø wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight it was almost painful. He buried his face in your hair, a low, satisfied laugh rumbling against your ear. “Shit. Needa fuck you again, doll,” Suhø whispered, possessively, while you felt him still hard.

A sudden, sharp knock on the door shattered the intimacy, the sound a jarring intrusion that made you flinch. A muffled voice called out from the other side. “Hey, are you there? What’s taking so long?”

You gasped, your body still trembling, and the last of your control vanished. The world, the pounding music, the loud crowd, all of it came rushing back in a dizzying wave. It was Minseok.

Suhø, however, didn’t even flinch. He let out a low, satisfied laugh, the sound vibrating through your skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, the scent of you, his conquest, heavy in the air around him. “Looks like your little friend is getting impatient,” Suhø purred.

“God… he’s outside,” you stammered, your mind clearly malfunctioning.

His hands, still on your waist, pulled you flush against his body. Suhø cock was throbbing, an undeniable weight that felt as much like a punishment as a pleasure. You were a dazed, trembling mess, caught between the terrifying devil who had just devoured you and the horrified reality waiting on the other side of the door. 

“Heard he thinks I’m a fantasy, huh?” Suhø murmured, smirking directly at you. “Let’s show him how much you love being fuck by me.” 

He kissed you hungrily, pulling out just a second. The sudden emptiness was a torture, but Suhø left you feeling his full cock slamming directly into your cervix, fucking your cunt relentlessly. And you couldn’t contain your louder moans. His thrusts were stickier, harder, deeper, a possessive, direct claim, because he knew you were his.