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Dancer in the Dark

Req: Spin the wheel on a chase atlantic song and then make a fic about johnny with it

Pairing: witch!reader x devil!Johnny

Genre: smut (m), fantasy

Words: 3951

Tags: slightly Satanic, supernatural/fantasy!au, knife-play (slight blood), blowjob, oral (receiving), choking, fingering, penetration, bulging kink, mentions of anal, degradation kink, cursing

Song Inspiration: Chase Atlantic – Dancer in the Dark

A/N: Dedicated to @itskirahyung for this absolutely delicious creative request that I went to fucking town with (as seen from the tags above lol) and yes, Chase-Atlantic-as-the-soundtrack-of-my-sex-tape agenda continues

Johnny would never admit it but he was addicted to you for several reasons.

As one of the thirteen Princes of Hell, Johnny had a bounteous harem to sleep with. He definitely had a charm his brothers didn’t have—while they relied on their demonic seduction prowess, Johnny had women falling at his feet with one conversation.

With the others, the preyed women usually found it easier to write off the men as ‘assholes’ who ‘ghosted’ them after the ‘one-night stand’—whatever all that was.

But Johnny was different. He left a dent with the way he always had his prey wrapped around his fingers, charming his way into more than just their underwear—he broke hearts along the way.

Johnny hurt.

He knew it and he loved this.

Which was when he’d met you.

Well, met was probably the wrong term. You’d been having your monthly moonlit ritual when you lost control and drank more rum instead of pouring it into the potion. Trying to summon Lucifer himself, you’d grown aggravated when you’d ended up calling upon a ‘mere run-of-the-mill Prince’—a phrase that had pissed off Johnny to no end.

Until he realised that he’d met his match.

For as soon as he’d appeared, the first thing he had noticed after seeing you was the decapitated head you had near to the wolfsbane, nightshade and other peculiar items lying beside the cauldron.

You were a challenge. Stronger than any other witch he’d met, more psychotic that any woman he’d ever slept with, you were a force to be reckoned with. You didn’t bat your eyes at him nor did you blush at the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear.

Instead, when you felt his lingering touch on your hip, you’d immediately slammed him against the wall. Taken aback by your sheer force, the glint of insanity in your eyes and your blood-red lips curling into a smile that could only belong to a temptress, Johnny felt a twinge in his chest that he’d never experienced in all the centuries he’d been around.

And then, you’d pressed your lips to his.

Despite being too drunk for your own good, you could still recall the way you’d stolen his breath that night, the way you’d wondered how much a kiss from the Prince of Hell cost.

“Say, Prince,” you addressed him with a malice that gave him a slight chill at the word—he convinced himself it was because of the spiteful demeaning way you said it and not because your breasts were pressed up against him, the words whispered into his throat and your warm rum-smelling breath hitting his skin.

“Johnny, is it?” You’d grinned, running the tip of the still-bloodied dagger you’d used to behead your sacrifice down the demon’s pale throat. At his nonchalant hum in agreement, you prodded, “What’s your real name? The one dear Lucifer calls you by?”

Taken aback by your daring question—to a Prince of Hell, nonetheless—and maybe even slightly turned on by it, you don’t expect Johnny to grab your waist and spin the two of you around until you’re up against the wall with his body towering over you.

The quick movements had caused the blade to knick a long gash down his pale throat and you’d watched, mesmerised as the scar grew crimson, droplets pooling out.

“Devils don’t really make one-sided deals, sweetheart,” he’d muttered, completely unfazed by his wound as his twinkling eyes gazed down at you, his hands still on your waist. “Why don’t you tell me your maiden name, the one your Goddess knows you by and I’ll tell you mine?”

You’d grinned so hard at that, loving the fire in his eyes that were reflective of your own as you applied a bit more pressure on the dagger at his throat, leaning forward to lick the scar clean.

You didn’t have to summon him after that, neither intentionally nor by accident. He always visited you at your cabin or interrupted your rituals—although he disagrees since he just casually materialises in the shadows mid-incantations but your eyes immediately snap open when you feel his demonic aura interfere with the circle you create and he refuses to leave no matter how much you yell at him.

He watched you now as you washed the blood of your hands in the river—this one more pungent that the regular human. Tonight’s sacrifice had been a goat and it always irked Johnny that he wasn’t powerful enough to read your mind yet as to find out what was the exact purpose for all your rituals.

Why the goat today, why the human that day: ‘a witch never kills and tells,’ you’d laughed at his query the first time, winking playfully at him.

He may be the Prince of Hell but you were your own High Priestess. He was The Darkness and you mastered in the powers lurking in that darkness. You answered to no one and you were deranged enough that no one dared question you.

Even though Johnny was certain that he could show you a great time in Hell—something he would prove if you gave him just one night on Earth.

“I may not be able to read your mind, Y/N,” Johnny said as he followed you back into your cabin, the wooden floorboards creaking below you as the two of you walked inside. “But I do know that you’re not completely repelled by me.”

“What gave you the impression that I am, dear Prince?” You drawled as you knelt, blowing out the circle of candles on the floor one by one.

He appeared right across from you then, crouching on the floor with the candles in between the two of you as his hand grasps your chin.

“The fact that you don’t let me take you,” he muttered, voice low and husky, the flame dancing and illuminating his face in a bright yellow glow.

You smile then, leaning forward on the floor and placing your hands on his knees as you reply, “Maybe it’s because you’re quite a gentleman for the son of Lucifer.”

He blinked at your words, surprised by the brashness as always. “I cannot make an advance on you unless you give me a sign, Priestess. I’m Satan’s child, I have to abide by my Father’s rules.”

“A sign, hm,” you hummed thoughtfully, wetting your lips in a purposeful manner that had his gaze directed there. “Don’t you know that witches are children of the Moon and when in darkness, that’s all the sign that you need?”

You blow out the candle.

Johnny’s hands burn hotter than the flames you’d just doused as they reach for you, searing your skin with a delicious intensity that already had you humming in pleasure. You both knock over the remaining candles between you as he crawls on top of you, mouth already finding yours. You smile lazily up at him as he sits up, his crotch against your heated core.

Johnny’s gaze is absolutely dark and sinister as his slender fingers tug on the criss-crossed laced-up strings holding your corset together—the material loosening around your chest with every pull until he yanks it off the last grommet.

“Prince,” the word falls from your lips with a sickly sweetness that usually annoys him because of how mockingly you say it but tonight he couldn’t care less as he stared down at you—your swollen lips, the flush that had crept up your cheeks and even your chest, the top of the swell of your smooth creamy breasts that were less restrained now with the loose dress.

“Let’s not take all night,” you reminded him at his slow movements, making him raise his eyebrow.

He lowered his torso down at that, face hovering over yours as he gazed intensely into your eyes. Your breasts were pressed up right against his chest and you could feel your nipples growing erect at the contact as he breathed softly, “Have you ever been fucked by a demon, sweetheart?”

You scoff slightly at the ridiculous question and even before you can reply, Johnny continues, “Yes, you have. But unlike your ‘mere, run-off-the-mill’ demon, I will fuck you all night even if you beg me to stop.”

“Beg?” You repeat in incredulity, rolling your eyes. “You dream too much, dear—”

You stop as Johnny straightens himself again atop you, your silver dagger glinting in the dark as he holds it above your chest. Your heart jumps to your throat as he brings it down, eyes closing reflexively and lips biting back a scream.

And that’s when you hear the rip.

You open your eyes as Johnny drags the blade down your chest and stomach, the cool metallic tip leaving goosebumps in their wake on your skin as he completely rips the dress open, velvet and mesh falling to your sides as the chilly air hits your exposed skin.

Any other man would have drank in the sight of your naked body lying deliciously invitingly like a present that was just unwrapped but Johnny’s gaze is fixated on your eyes—the fear that had pooled in them right before he drew the dagger down, the way your pupils had dilated had him feeling more aroused and needy than he’d ever been.

You understand immediately since you can now feel his erection right against your bare mounds.

And fuck, you loved it.

Johnny grabs your face then, kissing you hungrily with his tongue thrusting into your mouth roughly. You bring your own hands up to hold him but they suddenly fly up like they’d been yanked behind you and you grunt in protest as you feel a bind around your wrists, restraining your arms.

Johnny pulls away to watch you squirm as you lean your head back to see there was nothing around your wrists—except for the powers of Satan’s spawn.

“Undo it,” you spit with barely restrained fury as you struggle but Johnny only smirks and you feel a tug on your arms, stretching them farther and you bite back a sound of discomfort—not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“Address me as Prince, sweetheart,” he mutters, hands reaching for his pants as he straightens and crawls higher up your body. “For the first time, I want to hear it.”

You barely get to say a word as he all but shoves his enormous devil cock into your gaping mouth, pushing past your lips and immediately stuffing you.

You naturally choke, gagging around his length and glaring up at him with eyes prickling with tears. Johnny raises an eyebrow challengingly at you, a small smirk on his face that angers you enough into forcing yourself to relax your mouth around his erection and slowly suction it.

You watch the bliss that falls on his face, spurring you on as you start bobbing your head over his magnificent length. Johnny wasn’t the biggest dick you’d had—you’d been with several creatures of variety sizes and lengths—but he was definitely one of them and combined with his thickness had you growing excited for when you could feel him properly inside you.

You flatten your tongue around him, your arms having gone limp over your head as you focus on Johnny’s dick. He tastes like pure sin and although giving a man an oral usually never gave you pleasure, there was something about this Prince of Hell that had pools of arousal seeping out of your own heated core while you sucked him passionately—with almost a desperate fervour to milk him dry.

Johnny was moaning and the sound was the most glorious thing you ever heard as it egged you on—but then he grabbed the sides of your head and started fucking into your mouth roughly, using you as a mere slutty hole to thrust into and ram repeatedly until you were gagging and choking as the spongy head kept hitting the back of your throat. You were blinking back tears that you refused to let him see and there was a sheen of your saliva and his pre-cum coating now as he kept fucking.

Then, you swirled your tongue around the tip and hummed around his length, the vibrations of your mouth setting him off.

Johnny came in thick delicious spurts of creamy frothy cum that quickly overfilled your mouth and began dripping down the corner of your lips. His thumbs were immediately wiping the excess that leaked and shoving it inside your cum-covered lips and you didn’t let up—continuing to swallow all of it and lick him completely clean as you revelled in how he wasn’t twitching or pulling away already from oversensitivity like the other men you’d been with.

“Such a hungry cumslut, aren’t you?” Johnny whispers, eyes dark as you suck on his thumb.

“Mmm, you would be too if you could taste yourself,” you mutter and his lips are immediately replacing his thumb as his tongue explores the walls of your mouth, groaning as he tastes his salty cum in your mouth. You shift underneath his body and Johnny pulls away, smirking at your impatience.

“Someone’s getting a little fidgety,” he teases and you grunt, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Enough,” you say, tugging at your hands to no avail. “Undo my wrists now.”

“Not yet,” he replies, starting to suck a trail of hickeys down your throat and along your chest. You jolt as you feel a sudden burn and glance down to realise that Johnny’s trailing his index finger from your earlobe down your clavicle, between the valley of your breasts before finally circling around them.

His finger burns like fire because it is on fire—the end glows with a flame similar to the ones you’d blown out earlier as he draws it over your skin in a way that it ignites the most delicious sparks all over you, a pool of heat growing in your stomach at the sensations as Johnny’s mouth wraps around your breast.

You immediately arch your back at the contrasting sensation of his cool tongue drawing circles around your erect nipple and moan his name as you feel his teeth sink down into the tender flesh, ascertaining to leave bruises that’d last for weeks.

You feel his free hand crawl between your bodies then, light and delicate and teasing as it dances down your stomach—a complete parallel to the rough brashness of his mouth’s ministrations on your breasts.

Your breaths grow faster in impatience at the tension he builds up and you’re almost about to yell at him when you feel his fingers lightly brush against your entrance.

“Fuck,” he whispers, looking up at you from your chest with awed eyes. “You’re soaked.”

You start to reply but stop and throw your head back as he inserts his finger inside your dripping cunt, your walls clenching tightly around his digits in a way that immediately had him reeling as he wondered how it would feel when his entire dick will be wrapped by your tight delicious pussy.

Johnny watches you carefully as he fucks you open—your wetness allowing him to easily slip in more fingers until all but his thumb is left to be soaked in your heat. You moan loudly as he thrusts his hand in and out of your pussy at an inhuman speed, brushing against your clit in quick successive motions that had your thighs thrashing as you felt yourself drawing closer. The sounds of your wetness and his dripping hand thrusting in and out were echoing all around you as he brought you to your high.

And right when you started screaming his name, Johnny pulled his hand out completely.

“Fuck, Johnny, no!” You whined in protest, eyes shooting open at your denied pleasure as you glare at him, feeling incredibly frustrated. “You dick, I cannot believe you—”

He shoves his sopping fingers inside your mouth and you immediately latch your lips around them, puckering your lips as you suck every finger clean of your fluids. He smiles in approval and leans down to kiss you, eyebrows furrowing as he tastes you.

“Fucking hell,” he breathes, eyes darkening as he looks at you in amazement. “You taste absolutely delectable.”

“No, no, no, no,” You moan, already dreading this as he starts lowering himself down your body. “Johnny, stop, just fuck me, pl—”

You stop yourself just in time but Johnny catches it anyway, freezing as he raises his head to look at you with an expression of mock-innocence.

“Yes, my little slut?” He calls the term with the exact same tone you’d use to address ‘Prince’ all this time. “Did you say anything? I think I heard you begging?”

“You heard nothing,” you retort, feeling your stomach tighten as he returns to crawling down your body for his goal.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate or warn you—long thick devil tongue already flat against the outside of your pussy as he teasingly licks around the slit before lapping up the wetness along it. You focus on your breaths, biting down on your lip to hold back any pleas and then feel his hands wrap around your thighs, opening them wider as his head disappears fully inside your legs.

Your body jerks then as he opens you up, thrusting his tongue inside your slick pussy with, the tip licking around the inside of your walls as he collects all your fluids. He moans at your taste and you involuntarily clench around his thick muscle at the sensation as he then finds your clit.

You’re unable to control the guttural groan that escapes your lips as he flattens his tongue against your clit and starts circling around it, teasing and stimulating it to the extremes. You feel your arousal seep out of you and his lips are immediately latching around your pussy’s slit, drinking it all up without letting a drop go to waste.

Then, because he is truly the spawn of Satan, Johnny pushes in the fingers that you just licked clean.

You gasped at the sensation as he focused on his ministrations, completely devouring your pussy as his mouth sucked on your clit harshly while his fingers yet again scissored you open. Cum was dripping down in amounts you were sure had never happened before as he once again began fucking you to your high.

And yet again, right when you reached your orgasm, he stopped—completely unlatching his mouth from your pussy and removing his hand entirely.

Your face was flushed with exertion, blood pounding in your ears and heart racing erratically in your chest from the orgasms you were being edged to. You were near tears and you weren’t sure you could take any more—especially with your arms still being tied and having gone limp over your head.

Johnny lifts himself up and you all but whimper in relief when you feel his erection against your pussy. He kisses you tenderly and leisurely—lazy enough that you know it’s on purpose to rile you up further so you start rolling your hips underneath him for even the barest amount of friction, wanting to feel his cock.

Instead, Johnny moves slightly to give way for his hand that yet again finds your pussy, fingers lazily stroking it.

“Johnny,” you cry, giving up completely as you pull away—your voice thick with desperation and arousal. His eyes are blazing with powerlust and you want to win this game of control but you can’t find it in yourself to fight anymore—not when your head was spinning the way it was.

You needed relief and you needed it now.

“Please,” you wailed, eyes hazy as you blinked at him. “Please give me your cock, Johnny. Please just fuck me… Prince.”

“Finally,” he grunted and he didn’t waste a second longer as he nudged your knees farther apart and quickly pushed himself in—thick, delicious length filling you up so completely and stuffing you so full that you almost sobbed with relief.

You felt like it took an entire minute just for him to fill you up until the hilt and the fact that you were so damn wet helped him slip inside easily. As soon as he was completely inside you and you could feel his balls nestled against your ass, Johnny pulled back and began rutting you mercilessly.

His hands were burning hot again as they seared your skin, holding your legs high to reach inside you in spots that you didn’t even know could be reached and had you seeing stars.

“That’s right, baby, take all of me,” you hear Johnny grunt as he fucks into you over and over while you moan his name over and over like a prayer. He suddenly lets go of your thigh to slap your bouncing breasts with one hand and your eyes shoot open, screams leaving your lips at the sensation.

“Watch me fuck you,” he growls. “Watch the devil fill your tiny body up, you slut.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you look down and see the way your lower stomach bulges out with every thrust, mesmerised by the way his dick moves inside you at an erratic speed. The sight tightens the fiery knot of pleasure inside your stomach and you gasp as you feel yourself drawing close, your walls clenching around Johnny.

“Are you close, slut?” Johnny grunts, ramming harder and rougher as he sees the way you tremble and your thighs shake. “Are you gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Cum inside me,” you breathe, tears trailing down your face as you clench your pussy around him. “Fill me up with all your devil cum.”

Johnny groans at your filthy words, shaking slightly as he finally releases inside you. You cum immediately after, both of your bodies writhing together in a carnal dance as you ride out your orgasms—moaning at the sweet bliss of ecstasy that washes over you with the delicious feeling of being filled with more thick cum.

You tremble for a while, still cumming as he keeps moving to draw out both your highs and you’re close to crying with relief at the incredible orgasm you just had.

You’re panting as Johnny collapses on top of you and you suddenly feel a surge of blood in your wrists, feeling returning to them as he finally dispels the spell. You wrap your shaky hands around his broad shoulders and your body stills as you feel him harden again inside you.

Johnny’s already smirking when you look at him as he leans back, pulling out and releasing a gush of both your cum out of your pussy. Your eyes are wide in question as his fingers collect the cum and push it back inside your pussy before coming up to his own mouth that he then licks clean.

“One more hole left, Y/N,” he grins at you, lifting you up and quickly shifting you around so that you were lying on your front. You feel his sweaty body press up against your entire back as he whispers in your ear, “And so many more hours left to this night. I’m taking all of them, remember?”

Your body is completely spent and you’re even doubtful if it can take much more but you can’t deny the way his words make your thighs clench, turning you on at the thought of more.

More with this Prince of Hell.

Johnny smiles, as if able to hear your thoughts. He sucks on your earlobe as he says, “Dance with the devil all night and I’ll show you that hell is where you want to be.”

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