you and heeseung had been dating for just over four months and it was about time that you both had started to want to experience in bed with each other. wanting to see how well your bed life would go together, even though you already knew it would do wonders.
and you were right.
heeseung obeyed your wish to start slow, to not actually fuck you yet, but just getting off with one another’s bodies. but you didnt know how desperate just that would make you.
you were laid down on the bed, legs spread open while heeseung was between them, his hard and leaking cock just resting on your pussy. not pushing in, just resting on it. you whined and heeseung only smirked, his hips slowly rolling forward, making his cock rub against your clit, the folds of your cunt desperately trying to wrap around his length.
“fuck..” he groaned, his hands gently resting on your thighs as he continued to slowly roll his hips. not rushing, not overwhelmingly, but calmly. his dick though—was throbbing.
he needed to get inside you as soon as possible, but he knew you wanted to go slow. you havent had much sex experience before him and this being your first time with him, heeseung didnt want to scare you off.
but every fucking second was pushing his buttons, testing his will power. he desperately wanted to ruin you, make you scream his name, fill you up with his seed so much where you feel like you could explode. but he waited.
“mmh, oh god,” you breathed out softly, head fallen back onto the pillows. your lips slightly parted open and every so often ,, small whimpers would leave your mouth—only driving heeseung more insane.
“yeah? how’s it feeling, baby?” heeseung asked, his voice already breathless. his tone wasnt anything but genuine, wondering how good he’s making you feel from just this. begging for you to praise him, need him, crave him.
you blushed softly as heeseung’s right hand went to caress your stomach, watching it suck in from the warm touch before relaxing again. “it’s good, so good,” you moaned quietly, his eyes lighting up as if you just gave him his favorite candy.
“can i go faster?” he asked. the second you nodded your head, his pace quickened. not too fast to be overwhelming, no, he knew better. it picked up slowly but surely. the redden head of his cock brushing so gently over your clit, your legs twitching everytime.
“mm, hee..” you moaned. heeseungs hips jolted forward, earning a gasp from you and a groan from him. his mind was drowning in thoughts of just you and with the sound of you calling out his name in such a sinful manner, oh he was gone.
“yeah, princess?” he replied back, eyes watching your face make all sorts of expressions, showing him how good he is doing. you didnt even say a word when you moved your hand to grab his and brought it up to your chest, allowing his hand to grasp a hold of your breast.
heeseung cupped your tit and gave it a gentle squeeze, his heart pounding when you let out a needy whimper, hips jutting up into his own thrusts. he wasnt sure how much longer he could take in just this, with how good you sound, look, feel.
heeseung must of pulled back a bit too much to you because in just mere moments his tip would be pushing slightly through your entrance, his mouth open as he leaned forward to take your lips into a kiss, his hips fully pushing forward into yours to push his cock all the way inside your cunt. you moaned loud but muffledly against his lips, your back arching off the bed and chest pushing against his own.
you placed your hands onto his chest and pushed him back gently, not rough to make it seem as if you were uncomfortable, but back enough in pleasure and shock that you just had to see what he did. and when you gave it a look, you felt yourself start to leak more.
“fuck, fuck, heeseung—“ you whined, not used to the feeling of being filled up. especially not by someone as big as heeseung. he could only fake a gasp and mumble out apologies.
“fuck—baby—i’m sorry, it slipped in—“ he tried to say, but you saw right through him. though, you didnt even mind anymore, you weren’t angry because how could you be angry at him when he’s now fucking into your pussy softly? making it feel like he’s tearing you apart from doing nothing but soft thrusts.
“oh my god—just—just fuck me,” you whimpered, pushing your hips back against his own, trying to get more from him. and how could heeseung ever resist a request like that? he grabbed onto your hips from both sides and pulled almost all the way out before he pushed back in, doing that over and over again while he slowly picked up the speed with each thrust.
the sounds of your wet pussy being fucked in by his cock echoed through the room, followed by loud moans from him and yourself. heeseung was now pounding into you—fast and rough—you were on fire, your mind was blank and all you could feel was heeseung.
“shit, princess, taking me so well,” he praised. his cock twitching between your walls as he desperately fucked into your heat. your stomach started to twist, your breathing started to stager, chest heaving. you knew you were getting close.
“‘m gunna cum, hee—“ you cry out, thighs trembling from either side of his waist, he didnt slow down. he only went faster, his long thrusts making your body jolt forward with each fuck into you. he needed to see your face when you came, he needed to see how fucking gorgeous you looked.
“cum for me, cmon, make a mess on my cock.” he groaned, nails now starting to dig into your skin as he got rougher, pure desire to make you cum. your back arched off the bed again and your hands flew to his arms, desperately trying to hold onto something as you came onto him. “fuck! fuck! heeseung,,” you moan out.
he didnt stop like you thought he would, he only started to chase his own high, pushing your legs close to your chest so he could fall deeper into your heat, hitting all new places to you. your whines and moans never ending, which only made him harder.
“feels so good, baby, your pussy swallowing my cock up so well,” he moaned lowly. sweat slowly starting to form on his skin, his hair covering his eyes as he only focused on using your cunt. the overwhelming feeling of being used after you came was catching up to you. your body twitching and trying to pull away from his thrusts, but he only fucked into you harder.
“please, hee—can’t take anymore,” you cried, but he only shook his head. watching how your eyes started to form tears but your face didnt show any signs of discomfort, just overwhelming pleasure.
“you can take it, your pussy was made for me, baby.” he praised, his thrusts getting sloppier as he felt his high coming. he watched as you practically screamed out his name when you came for a second time, your body worn out but heeseung needed to fill you up. he needed to claim the insides of your cunt, mark them with his own seed.
“fuck, princess, im gonna cum. gonna fill you up,” he moaned. you nodded quickly, toes curling up as he fucked into you once, twice and three more times before he pushed his cock deep inside and stilled, hips slightly twitching as he released inside your walls.
heeseung let go of your legs and let them fall to the sides of him again as he leaned down to kiss your lips, chest up against your own. you moaned into the kiss and let him fuck out his high into you.
“guess that wasnt starting out so slow,” heeseung laughed, only making you roll your eyes at him lovingly. “says the one who tried to use ‘it slipped’, like really?” you fought back at him, watching his face turn red in blush.
he pulled out slowly and went to grab some clean up clothes, helping you to the bathroom so you both could shower. you got in and he got in after you, allowing the warm water to hit your bodies.
“okay, but it really did just slip in—“
“heeseung.”
“okay, my bad.”
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a whiff of antiseptic follows you as you make your way to the out patient department. having a friend in healthcare makes things fairly quick— you barely have to sit for ten minutes before a nurse calls you.
inside, the smell gets heavier. vacutainers arranged in a stand, a bottle of spirit rests on the table. a nurse arrives to cross check your name before getting busy with the procedure.
your eyes catch her ID— park minju— and she turns away.
“dr. yang mentioned you,” she grabs a syringe from the drawer and unpacks it, giving it a few pumps before facing you again. “how do you know each other?”
“we met in university,” you respond, taking a note of how soft and warm she sounds, very fitting for a nurse. she gives a smile before taking your arm.
“we’re already on a high patient load today yet he made an appointment for you,” a sigh, her fingers work efficiently to palpate a vein in the inside of your elbow. “he hates overworking,”
and you scoff at her words. “is that so? that guy works like the world will end tomorrow,”
jungwon lives like he is married to work. one would think he loves his profession— which he does, really— but then complains relentlessly about the same. and then go live through all of it vicariously all over again.
for a man with a big flat all to himself, he sure does spend a lot more time at the hospital than at home.
“well...he’s been busy with the research,”
and that rings a bell. “oh! something about transfusion...reactions?”
“you know?” her eyes latch onto yours, half surprised and half curious.
the research is private, not even the most senior doctors knew about it. only a few, only the ones that jungwon trusts— maybe he trusts you too.
frankly, she never understood the point of keeping in a secret. publicity means more funding, more opportunities. although, the lengths jungwon has gone to keep it hidden show his devotion.
“he mentioned it once. are you a part of it too?” and your eyes speak of genuine interest and innocent curiosity as you wait for an answer.
one more person knowing about the research wouldn’t make a change.
minju ties the tourniquet on your upper arm, tapping the skin before wiping him spirited cotton. “yes, but i only assist in data collection and reports,”
perhaps, it would do more good than bad.
she pushes the needle under your skin with practiced precision and you watch the blood collect into the syringe.
a heavy silence draws itself in the room, only interrupted by the dull sound of the aircon. hospitals always leave you feeling a bit off and it was no different this time either.
barely a minute passes and she’s done, already emptying the blood in a vacutainer, labeling it with your name.
you shift a little on your seat when she’s done, your words cracking through the silence that has settled. “i don’t know much about the research but i hope it works out. good luck!”
“thank you, i just hope we get the desired results on humans,”
“humans?” and you swear you see her visibly frown at your words. “jungwon said human trials aren’t approved yet,”
but then she chuckles with a nod, discarding the used cotton and needle in the bin. “of course, i just hope it works on humans when the time comes,”
you can only nod— weird— you don’t think much of it, though. you couldn’t, as you’re escorted out before you utter another word. “we’ll let you know once the reports are out,”
from, malenaㅤi don’t know how to write hospital scenes 🥀
a whiff of antiseptic follows you as you make your way to the out patient department. having a friend in healthcare makes things fairly quick— you barely have to sit for ten minutes before a nurse calls you.
inside, the smell gets heavier. vacutainers arranged in a stand, a bottle of spirit rests on the table. a nurse arrives to cross check your name before getting busy with the procedure.
your eyes catch her ID— park minju— and she turns away.
“dr. yang mentioned you,” she grabs a syringe from the drawer and unpacks it, giving it a few pumps before facing you again. “how do you know each other?”
“we met in university,” you respond, taking a note of how soft and warm she sounds, very fitting for a nurse. she gives a smile before taking your arm.
“we’re already on a high patient load today yet he made an appointment for you,” a sigh, her fingers work efficiently to palpate a vein in the inside of your elbow. “he hates overworking,”
and you scoff at her words. “is that so? that guy works like the world will end tomorrow,”
jungwon lives like he is married to work. one would think he loves his profession— which he does, really— but then complains relentlessly about the same. and then go live through all of it vicariously all over again.
for a man with a big flat all to himself, he sure does spend a lot more time at the hospital than at home.
“well...he’s been busy with the research,”
and that rings a bell. “oh! something about transfusion...reactions?”
“you know?” her eyes latch onto yours, half surprised and half curious.
the research is private, not even the most senior doctors knew about it. only a few, only the ones that jungwon trusts— maybe he trusts you too.
frankly, she never understood the point of keeping in a secret. publicity means more funding, more opportunities. although, the lengths jungwon has gone to keep it hidden show his devotion.
“he mentioned it once. are you a part of it too?” and your eyes speak of genuine interest and innocent curiosity as you wait for an answer.
one more person knowing about the research wouldn’t make a change.
minju ties the tourniquet on your upper arm, tapping the skin before wiping him spirited cotton. “yes, but i only assist in data collection and reports,”
perhaps, it would do more good than bad.
she pushes the needle under your skin with practiced precision and you watch the blood collect into the syringe.
a heavy silence draws itself in the room, only interrupted by the dull sound of the aircon. hospitals always leave you feeling a bit off and it was no different this time either.
barely a minute passes and she’s done, already emptying the blood in a vacutainer, labeling it with your name.
you shift a little on your seat when she’s done, your words cracking through the silence that has settled. “i don’t know much about the research but i hope it works out. good luck!”
“thank you, i just hope we get the desired results on humans,”
“humans?” and you swear you see her visibly frown at your words. “jungwon said human trials aren’t approved yet,”
but then she chuckles with a nod, discarding the used cotton and needle in the bin. “of course, i just hope it works on humans when the time comes,”
you can only nod— weird— you don’t think much of it, though. you couldn’t, as you’re escorted out before you utter another word. “we’ll let you know once the reports are out,”
from, malenaㅤi don’t know how to write hospital scenes 🥀
a whiff of antiseptic follows you as you make your way to the out patient department. having a friend in healthcare makes things fairly quick— you barely have to sit for ten minutes before a nurse calls you.
inside, the smell gets heavier. vacutainers arranged in a stand, a bottle of spirit rests on the table. a nurse arrives to cross check your name before getting busy with the procedure.
your eyes catch her ID— park minju— and she turns away.
“dr. yang mentioned you,” she grabs a syringe from the drawer and unpacks it, giving it a few pumps before facing you again. “how do you know each other?”
“we met in university,” you respond, taking a note of how soft and warm she sounds, very fitting for a nurse. she gives a smile before taking your arm.
“we’re already on a high patient load today yet he made an appointment for you,” a sigh, her fingers work efficiently to palpate a vein in the inside of your elbow. “he hates overworking,”
and you scoff at her words. “is that so? that guy works like the world will end tomorrow,”
jungwon lives like he is married to work. one would think he loves his profession— which he does, really— but then complains relentlessly about the same. and then go live through all of it vicariously all over again.
for a man with a big flat all to himself, he sure does spend a lot more time at the hospital than at home.
“well...he’s been busy with the research,”
and that rings a bell. “oh! something about transfusion...reactions?”
“you know?” her eyes latch onto yours, half surprised and half curious.
the research is private, not even the most senior doctors knew about it. only a few, only the ones that jungwon trusts— maybe he trusts you too.
frankly, she never understood the point of keeping in a secret. publicity means more funding, more opportunities. although, the lengths jungwon has gone to keep it hidden show his devotion.
“he mentioned it once. are you a part of it too?” and your eyes speak of genuine interest and innocent curiosity as you wait for an answer.
one more person knowing about the research wouldn’t make a change.
minju ties the tourniquet on your upper arm, tapping the skin before wiping him spirited cotton. “yes, but i only assist in data collection and reports,”
perhaps, it would do more good than bad.
she pushes the needle under your skin with practiced precision and you watch the blood collect into the syringe.
a heavy silence draws itself in the room, only interrupted by the dull sound of the aircon. hospitals always leave you feeling a bit off and it was no different this time either.
barely a minute passes and she’s done, already emptying the blood in a vacutainer, labeling it with your name.
you shift a little on your seat when she’s done, your words cracking through the silence that has settled. “i don’t know much about the research but i hope it works out. good luck!”
“thank you, i just hope we get the desired results on humans,”
“humans?” and you swear you see her visibly frown at your words. “jungwon said human trials aren’t approved yet,”
but then she chuckles with a nod, discarding the used cotton and needle in the bin. “of course, i just hope it works on humans when the time comes,”
you can only nod— weird— you don’t think much of it, though. you couldn’t, as you’re escorted out before you utter another word. “we’ll let you know once the reports are out,”
from, malenaㅤi don’t know how to write hospital scenes 🥀
HEESEUNGㅤloves to kiss your neck because he knows the way he does it gets you worked up.
and his hobby— having you on his lap while you tell him about your day. he always pulls you onto him, mindlessly, habitually. with face innocently nuzzled in the crook of your neck because he missed you so much.
innocent until it isn’t; until his hands slip just a little under your top, until his lips start worshipping your neck with slow, sweet kisses.
your breath hitches and he indulges even more. “go on, angel. you know i love hearing you talk,”
your words start blending into nonsense and your boyfriend presses you against himself— he has you exactly how he wants.
JONGSEONGㅤif given the chance, would kiss you anywhere and everywhere, but your lips hold a special place in his heart— even more ever since you two got married.
“stay still,” you order, a tug at his tie as a warning. it is a ritual for you to do his tie every morning while he admires your pretty face.
and jay would never admit but he likes when you get a little bossy with him. “yes ma’am,”
but then his leans in for a kiss— quick and soft— with a proud grin on his face. “jay—” another kiss, you feel him smiling into it. “—let me do your tie—” and another, with his hands on your waist. “park jongseong!”
he kisses you yet again, this time for a little longer. “can’t help it, darling,”
“you’ll be late for work,”
“i’ll tell them i was busy kissing my beautiful wife,” and with that, his lips are over yours all over again.
JAEYUNㅤkisses your belly and thighs like it’s a ritual. don’t get it wrong, he would kiss your anywhere— there is no one favourite place, just a little preference.
your boyfriend has set his alarm for fifteen minutes earlier because he wants to wake up and smother you in kisses— all the way from your cheeks, lips, chest, then staying for a long, long time on your belly.
“gonna miss you, love,” his words everyday as he gets up for work, little complaints whispered against your skin amidst kisses that trail down to your thighs. “should i quit?”
and you laugh— he loves making you laugh the first thing in the morning. “don’t be silly, jake,”
“right,” he plants a chaste kiss to your inner thighs while his eyes stay fixed on yours. “gotta make sure i earn a lot so i can spoil you,”
SUNGHOONㅤkisses your wrist like a promise, like a confession, and like a warm hug from someone who’s entire world is you.
“rough day?” he senses it the second you walk in through the door, shoulders slumped with exhaustion.
you don’t even have to say it, he is already walking to you, helping you out of your coat, putting away your bag, making you comfortable on the couch.
he takes your hand in his ever so gently then kisses your palms, wrist— his lips linger there a few seconds longer— then the other hand before pulling you into a warm embrace.
“missed you,” just two words from you and you know he will stick to your side for the rest of the night.
SUNOOㅤloves smothering your face with kisses, wanting to drown you in love, but your cheeks have his heart.
“you’re—” his hands cup your face, a kiss planted to both your cheeks. “ —so—” and one more. “ —cute,”
you sigh, pointing at your laptop. “i need to finish this—”
“and pretty,” and he cuts you off efficiently with another kiss to your cheek. “time for a break,”
he has it all planned out: cup of nice tea or maybe your favourite snacks and lots of kisses peppered all over your face, especially your cheeks that he holds carefully in his hands like you’re something precious, because you are.
“you work so hard,” another kiss— forehead then cheek, again, while caressing the other with his thumb. and that’s how evenings are with your fiancé, kisses and praises.
JUNGWONㅤalways finds himself gravitating towards the nape of your neck like a moth to the flame.
like always, his hands snake around you from behind, lips immediately falling over the skin of your nape in a gentle kiss. “you smell so good. new perfume?”
a random question, really. he only wants an excuse to hold you for as long as he can. “yes, i got it a few days ago,”
you continue with your post shower routine and he continues to adore you with little kisses, moving down to your shoulders. “you should wear it more,”
and his lips move over your skin with practiced ease, knowing all the spots that make you shiver— you can feel him smirk when he gets a little sound out of you.
he continues with his little ministrations, hands getting a little risky, might have even left a little mark. “wonie!” and before you could complain further, he is already pulling you to bed.
NI-KIㅤmight be taller than you but his favourite thing is to get on his knees and kiss your waist like a ritual.
or pull you between his legs after a long day as he melts on the couch, losing himself with his face buried in your stomach and waist.
“gosh, you’re so amazing,” a soft, quiet praise falls off his lips— he can compliment you all day, all night. “can never get enough of you, baby,”
thread your fingers through his hair and he sighs ever so gently against your skin, lips mapping your skin inch by inch with feathery kisses of love.
when you pull back, he nudges further, nose pressed against your waist— he looks up at you with the cutest eyes. “five minutes more, please,”
the cold breeze of the night creeped up your skin, leaving goosebumps behind its track and you instinctively pull your jacket closer as if trying to merge with the wool.
you hadn’t seen jungwon in days.
be it for his work, or research, or donation drives, or very well your own housing situation that scared you from even stepping out— nonetheless, it’s nice to see him in front of you.
nice and grounding.
“oh, right,” he takes a long slurp from his bowl of noodles before looking up. “you said you wanted to move out,”
what a timing.
“about that...i’ll keep it on hold for now,” you don’t miss the way his brows furrow, you can’t even blame him for being confused. two days ago, you wanted to be anywhere but near sunghoon.
“are you sure?” he looks up at you briefly before digging back into his bowl of noodles. “you can stay at my place for the time being if you want,”
“no, it’s alright. thanks,” you wave off mindlessly, putting your fork down, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. “this place is closer to my work too,”
and you aren’t completely wrong.
the place is close, even if it’s by a mere five minutes. of course, you cannot go around saying your bank account is crying even after buying an apartment unit in one of the richest neighbourhoods at less than half the price.
you don’t even know why sunghoon would sell it to you at such a cheap rate...well not unless he was planning to make up for the losses by feeding on you or selling your blood or whatsoever.
“and what about sunghoon?” jungwon’s words draw you out of your thoughts, and for the first time in two days, your mind goes off thinking about your landlord.
despite his handsome face, you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.
obviously, you had your doubts— a vampire landlord, bite marks, death of a tenant, a cold case that resurfaces with all fingers pointing at sunghoon— no sane person would want to live in that place after all this.
despite his promises, you can’t help but be wary of him. sure, the thought of him ensuring your safety is lovely— you’re just a girl and sunghoon has a way with words— it still doesn’t cancel out the very possibility of him being a threat.
“well, he’s—” you gulp down the entire glass of beer at once. “—alright, i guess. i still have the garlic at my door,”
and jungwon chuckles at your antics. “right, i forgot,”
you hear one thing and see something else, unable to decide if he is something you should avoid or get closer to...giving him the benefit of doubt wouldn’t hurt, right?
at least, you have the garlic.
honestly, if it weren’t for the whole death fiasco, you wouldn’t even care that sunghoon is a vampire— you still don’t, you’re worried more about the fact that he might be a murderous vampire.
or that there could be another murderous vampire with his ( or her ) eyes on you.
you’re not wary of him as your friends would want you to be, and it mostly has to do with the fact that he has an impossibly handsome face, looks that need to be passed down in generations to come. it’s also because you have never felt danger near him.
maybe there is none, or maybe he’s just too good at hiding it.
you don’t know, yet.
it’s not long before you find yourself in front of your apartment, not realising how quickly time had passed as he drove you back.
“text me when you get home, bye!” you watch as jungwon drives off, a soft sigh dancing off your lips. the night felt like a comforting hug, that is until a familiar sound disrupts your peace.
“who was that?” and it’s sunghoon, of course, it’s him. if he wasn’t so incredibly handsome, it’d be easier for you to dislike him.
“jungwon...? he’s a close friend,” you swear his lips morph into a distasteful frown at the name, one that he hides before you could even question him.
he watches the car disappear with sharp eyes, not liking the thought of you with the said friend for more than one reason. “you’re late,”
“i didn’t realise i had a curfew,”
and he shrugs, noticing the way your scarf is falling off your shoulders. “it’s for your own safety,”
“you’re the one who might be a danger—”
his actions cut you off— one step towards you, then another— he fixes your scarf and the collar of your jacket, cold knuckles brushing against your jaw ever so slightly.
your heart is racing at miles per second and sunghoon steps back the next moment. “you were saying?” yeah, he is danger.
“nothing!” and you scurry inside, missing the way his lips curl into a smile. he definitely knows what he’s doing, you don’t know what’s wrong with you. those tweets were a joke...what the hell is happening now?
gosh, you really should start carrying garlic around with you.
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