This is my first ever fanfiction, so my writing may not be that good. enjoy! ᢉ𐭩
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In the middle of the night, the distant hum of passing cars blends with the sounds of the city. You’re starting to get aggravated by the whiny and needy boy beside you.
“Can you please…” Heeseung pokes your shoulder. He’s acting like a total child while you mindlessly scroll through your phone, not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. He just keeps on tugging on your shoulder.
“Heeseung, I’m busy right now. Can’t you see?” You huff. You kind of regret what you said, but the words are already out. He lets go of your sleeve as his face drops to a slight frown.
“I… okay,” he mumbles. You suddenly feel guilty, but he was annoying the hell out of you. The room suddenly tenses into a quiet atmosphere, filled with shame and tension between the two of you. How vulnerable is heeseung, really? He’s always the one who has to be sulking and self-conscious when his lover says something that’s slightly off, even if they’re not intentional.
“Hee, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You scoot closer to him and grab the side of his waist when he slightly shudders at the touch.
“I’ll do what you want. Tell me, speak your words.” He doesn’t look at you or say a word. As if he doesn’t dare to respond. You realize that it’s him silently hurting deeply inside. Your hand lets go of him to at least give him space.
“I’m really sorry for what I said, baby. I’ll make it up to you.” Heeseung immediately feels the absence of your hand that’s been touching him. No, he doesn’t want you to let go, in fact, he craves skin to skin contact.
“Finally giving in? Do you wanna tell me what you want?” He bites his bottom lip nervously. His fingers tighten around your arm, speaking the words he can’t bring himself to say. Maybe he’s still trying to find the right thing to say, something that won’t come off as needy.
“I really missed you. I need a release. I can’t do it without you, please…”
Such a whiny man. Heeseung’s pouty lips tremble as the words escape his cute little mouth. You take the chance to cup his jaw and place a soft kiss on his lip. He feels his heart pound faster as he pushes himself onto you, needy for your lips.
"More, please,” he gasps. He tries to dominate the kiss even though he’s the one whimpering the most. He starts embracing you to find some sort of warmth around your body. Your fingers curl at the back of his hair as he gasps. His sensitivity is at a high level right now.
“Mhm, I’ll give you more,” you say softly, rubbing his cheek while he’s all flustered and hot. Your thumb feels the heat radiating on his skin that could be mistaken for a fever. You close the gap between your lips again before he could even say anything.
He feels your hand moving between his thighs and makes a small noise he couldn’t hold back. His cock is already hard against his jeans, not surprising since you’re giving him the best kissing session right now.
“Mfh—“ Heeseung feels embarrassed to open his mouth, kind of cute of him, honestly.
You unzip his jeans and pull them down. Then breaking the kiss to turn him around, his back pressing against your body. You run your finger around his nipple and then slowly pinch it.
“Mh, don’t— don’t…” he whines.
You can’t help but find it so adorable. The way he just complains at everything you do to him with no apparent reason, even if it was what he wanted. Your lips trail his neck and place small kisses around it. Worse, his cock is trembling and needy while you keep ignoring it. Just kissing his neck and leaving wet trails against it. All heeseung can do is whimper at your mercy.
“Pl..please,” his lips tremble, “I wanna cum.”
His words are obvious already, desperate for a release from you. You finally give his cock a good stroke, and his sensitive body squirms at the touch. Then you firmly press your thumb on the tip of his cock, making him gasp softly.
“Why are you so sensitive, my baby? It’s adorable.” Your hands wrapping around his warm cock makes his legs tremble slightly. He starts to breathe heavily as your hands pump up and down his length until he can’t hold back his noises anymore. Small whimpers come out of his mouth as you stroke him at that normal pace.
“That feels so good…” he whispers, but it was audible. His hair falls down while he’s becoming more flustered at the sensation of your hand.
“It does. Doesn’t it, baby?” Heeseung nods. You start moving your hand faster and wrapping it tighter on him. It chokes a moan out of him, even his whimpers are getting higher pitched. He’s seriously overwhelmed and feels his body getting weaker.
"Ah— yes... please..." His cock pulses against your palm and leaks pre-cum as you pump it faster. The filthy, slick, wet noises of your hand going up and down on him fill the room. You don't stop and squeeze his cock tightly, making him moan louder as he didn't expect it. His tip leaks out more. He can't help it when he's so needy for you.
“Mm, fuckfuck... can I please cum?” You even feel yourself throb at the way he asked for permission in a whiny tone.
“Yes, you can. Didn’t have to ask.” Your breathing stops for a second, continuing to stroke him faster and play with his leaking tip. He didn’t even care to hold back his moans anymore. They’re either too loud or soft gasps, but mostly he’s whiny and rambling too much.
“‘M gonna cum... I’m cumming—“ His legs start to shake when he’s about to release. He closes his eyes shut as his cum shoots out in spurts on the bedsheets.
You kiss the side of his cheek while sweat is dripping from his forehead. He's still gasping and moaning from that good release he just had, all worn out and flustered.
“I love you, my sweet baby.” You hug him from the back.
He’s still whining. His words are coming out inaudible.
can u write Yeonjun/Beomgyu receiving head🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐣𝐮𝐧 — ᨳଓ . 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝
( an: i have a lot of requests especially alphabet ones so don’t mind me if those take a bit more longer to do😭 im trying to finish them i swear. hope you enjoy this one!)
NSFW!! this contains sexual contents so if your a minor or don’t feel comfortable with this topic don’t read!!
yeonjun:
he doesn't just let you dive straight in; he loves to tease you first, hovering his cock just inches from your lips, making you wait and beg for it until you're desperate to taste him
even while he's receiving, he maintains control. he doesn't just lie back passively, he positions you exactly where he wants you, dictating the angle and the depth
one of his favorite moves is threading his fingers through your hair and wrapping it around his fist, using it to guide your head and control the pace
he isn't afraid to be rough. he'll use that grip on your hair to gently but firmly force you further down his cock, making sure you feel every inch of his length
he is a vocal tease who loves to talk dirty while your mouth is full, whispering filthy things about how good your tongue feels or how much he loves the way you look when you're sucking him
while he's confident, he isn't silent. feep, guttural groans rumble through his chest every time you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock
when you're working hard on him, he'll look down at you with a devastatingly cocky smirk, clearly enjoying the power he has over you in that moment
he loves to maintain intense eye contact while you're down on your knees, forcing you to witness exactly how much pleasure you're giving him
he'll deliberately change the rhythm sometimes slowing down to make you crave more, other times speeding up to see if you can keep up with his needs
as you get better at it, he'll reward you with praise, murmuring things like "good girl," or "that's it, just like that," which only makes you want to work harder for him
his hips will betray his confidence as he gets closer to climaxing. you'll feel his thighs tense and his cock twitching against your lips
he loves to prolong the moment, pushing you to the brink of exhaustion by making you work for every single drop, savoring the way you cling to his thighs
when he finally can't take it anymore, his control breaks completely. his grip on your hair tightens, his groans turn into desperate sounds, and he'll hold you close as he finally lets go
beomgyu:
the moment your lips touch him, beomgyu loses all his cool. he doesn't try to act tough or cocky, he immediately melts into the mattress
he is incredibly vocal and needy, constantly whimpering and begging you with phrases like, “fuck... yes, please, just like that," or “don't stop, please don't stop."
beomgyu's sounds are higher and more breathless, full of genuine surprise at how good you make him feel
he can't seem to keep his hands still. he'll reach down to grab your shoulders or your wrists, not to push you away, but to pull you closer and anchor himself to you
when you slow down or change anything, he actually gets whiny about it, making those pathetic little sounds that make you want to reward him immediately
he often has his eyes squeezed shut, his head tossing back as he focuses entirely on the sensation of your tongue and mouth on his cock
there is zero performance here. he is completely exposed to you, showing every ounce of his need and how much power you have over his body
his body reacts instinctively to your touch, his hips arching off the bed as he tries to thrust upward to meet your mouth
occasionally he'll open his eyes, looking down at you with dazed, worshipful eyes that practically beg for your approval and more attention
as you get closer to making him cum, his whole body starts to shake, his thighs quivering uncontrollably against your cheeks
even in the middle of the act, he craves validation, moaning things like, "am i good for you? do you like this?" because he needs to know he's pleasing you too
he has no self control when you hit his sweet spot; he'll completely break down into incoherent sounds and desperate gasps
when he finally climax's, it's not controlled he'll cry out your name, his grip on the sheets tightening until his knuckles are white, completely spent and shaking from the intensity
◟in which◝ your boyfriend adores how smart you are, always buried in your studies—he loves it so much he can’t get the thought of fucking you dumb out of his mind
•﹙ 518 ﹚── boyfren! jay ✶ 𝑓. reader┊ custom order 📋 𝒘arnings. . . explicit sexual content smut (mdni) ✿ unprotected sex ﹕ dumbification ﹕ spanking ﹕ hair pulling ﹕ creampie ﹕ nerd!reader ig ❤︎
the sight of you hunch over your textbooks, brows furrow as you concentrate, silently mouthing the words you read drives jay insane. he loves how intelligent you are, how quick-witted you are. but the only thing he could think of right now—after being away so long due to his tour schedule—is how beautiful you look when he fucks you dumb.
"aww what's the matter, baby? am i going too hard on you?" he taunts, his hips snapping forward, fingers gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he bury himself deeper inside you.
you couldn't speak even if you wanted to, the only sounds coming from your mouth are broken moans and choked sobs, tears streaming down your face the harder he fucked you.
"it’s alright, baby…" he pants, gripping your hair, tugging it back as he drills into you, your spine arching into his pull. "gonna fuck every thought out that pretty head of yours."
the bed creaks softly, headboard tapping against the wall every time your body jolts forward from each thrust. the wet rhythmic sounds of his hips snapping against your skin echoing in the room.
he could feel your walls clenching around him, your body betraying you the faster he pounds into you, the tip his cock kissing your cervix each time.
"you like being fucked like this, don't you?" he grunts, his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you to look up at him. “like being fucked this dumb for me."
you could only offer a sob in response, cheeks stained with tears as your eyes threatening to flutter shut from the overwhelming pleasure. your body was on fire, you could feel everything times ten the deeper he fucked you, hands scrambling to grab ahold of something. anything.
"p-please... i can't—i'm..." you whimper, the words cut off by another sharp moan. you hear him chuckle over the ringing in your ears, the smug look on his face. your breathing grew heavy and uneven, body trembling as your walls grip tightly around his cock.
"gonna cum for me already, baby?" he laughs, his thrusts growing frantic, not daring to slow down his movements. you nodded frantically, body completely wrecked, sheets clinging to your skin from the sweat.
"use your words," he commanded, a sharp smack meeting your ass, leaving a lingering mix of pain and pleasure against your cheek.
"mhmm—yes—fuck, please,” you babble, moaning louder, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.
his pace sharped up, hand sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. it didn't take long for you to shatter soon after, walls pulsing around his length, jaw slacked as a breathy sob tore from your throat.
jay's orgasm follows behind only seconds later, his head tips back, a low and ragged groan filling your ears. he buries himself deep inside of you, releasing thick ropes, stuffing you to the brim.
"you did so good, princess" he breathes, voice shaky, pulling out enough for his cum to leak out and spill onto the sheets. he leans forward and presses a kiss against your temple. "so damn good for me…”
bf!heeseung who will absolutely fall asleep between your thighs. with no shame, too, mind you. he’s just always so eepy!! eating you out lulls him right to bed lolol
bf!heeseung who gladly lets you do whatever you want to him. ride his face, grind against his thigh, fuck his fingers, dryhump his cock, etc. just take what you need! he’s happy to please ^^
bf!heeseung who loves your tits. doesn’t matter how big or small they are. he loves them regardless! something about the way the fat spills between his fingers when he kneads them leaves his mouth watering. &&& play with his hair while he sucks on your tits and you’ll have him whining and humping the bed beneath him in minutes.
bf!heeseung who came so hard the first time you cried during sex. he def felt sooo bad and wrong about it :( but the way your mascara ran down your puffy cheeks while you sniffled and reassured him got him hard all over again.
bf!heeseung who has god knows how many videos of you two fucking on his phone. some are short; you jerking and sucking him off, him fucking your tits and cumming on your face. some are long; the two of you fucking like bunnies on the couch, on his bed, on your bed, on hotel beds. hell, he even has one of you two fucking in the living room of his old shared dorm. he needs material for when he’s away, okay!
bf!heeseung who randomly sends you said videos attached to the neediest, sappiest text you’ve ever seen as if he didn’t just send you a literal sextape.
bf!heeseung who’s surprisingly shy about sending nudes at first. i only say surprisingly because he sends the nastiest sexts when he needs you. but don’t worry, expect 5 minute long videos of him jerking off and whining your name once he’s warmed up :)
bf!heeseung who takes his time marking up your neck just for you to cover them up when you go out. he pouts and sulks like a child when you do so, btw.
bf!heeseung who gives the best aftercare. he always makes sure you’re hydrated and cleaned up! whether that be wiping you down with a warm, wet rag or running you a warm bubble bath. regardless, he’s helping you to the bathroom anyways to go pee. he’ll even turn around if you want him to. only when you’re tucked in and sound asleep does he feel comfortable enough knocking out on top of you.
hihi i’m back. i got a lil carried away but once again lmk if anyone wants me to expand on any <3
short head canons ౨ৎ warnings : toxic bf , threats , obsession , blackmail , angry seggs , noncon .
a/n : you and jungwon r both idols .
genre : angst , smut .
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who blows up your phone like crazy,
leaving about more than 100 notifications from him in the timespan of 5 minutes, knowing you were at an event where you couldn’t even take out your phone.
“answer the phone bro”
“baby please answer..”
“i promise you i’ll fucking leak the videos.”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who deadly stares at you at an award show after you bowed to a member of an unpopular boy group, letting a smile show at him when you were just being polite.
later that night, he’s fucking you into the pillows from the back after forcing you into your dorm by your hair. he tried to control his anger. that was his excuse.
“why are you crying? i should be crying..”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who threatens to leak your relationship with him if you ever tried to break up, and worse than that: your sex tapes. the ones he had taken with his meta glasses that you hadn’t even suspected. —
“you won’t be able to ever get your life back. ever, jagi. do you want that?”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who acts like a parent, taking away your phone and basically grounding you when you pissed him off.
“you’ll get it back when you’re good.. ok?”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon doesn’t care if the stylists put a gun to your heard and told you to wear that, he doesn’t want your stomach out for the world to see. even if it’s the slightest bit of your bellybutton.
“next time.. you’ll tell them you don’t feel comfortable. i don’t care.”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who genuinely thinks you’re hungrily eyeing his members whenever you come over, so he always takes you straight to his room by the hand, not even letting you see think about greeting them.
“it’s like you want them bro.. you do, right? don’t lie to me anymore.”
౨ৎ - toxic bf! jungwon who’s only way of apologizing is thinking you want sex.
so he either ends up with his tongue deep in your cunt, looking up at you with those pretty, pouting eyes murmuring apologies against your pussy or he either ends up in you bad on top of you, burying his face into your neck as he thrusted into you as he moaned pathetically.
You and Jake got into a huge argument, you decided to take a shower and freshen up to calm yourself down, after your shower you got out, dried off, put some cute pajamas on, and put your favorite perfume on (Jake’s favorite, but you forgot because you were a little heated from the argument from earlier) You went to the bedroom to see Jake just laying on the bed looking at his phone, then he glances at you and his eyes immediately soften, he decided to give you a proper apology for you to finally forgive him (holy yap sorry🤍)
is so so excited when you tell him about your age regression
“you mean you’re like a BABY?!?” ← nearly jumping out of his skin
you guys know how much youngie loves kiddos, and lil you is NO exception
the first time you slip in front of him he's very careful, asking you how old you’re feeling and if you want a snack– or a hug…. or a nap; things like that
just overall very soft
gets comfy with it pretty quick and turns into one of the most playful and silly cgs
always teasing you
a l w a y s
like he will literally make fun of you for sneezing, even if you’re sick
he’s really just trying to make you feel better 🫂
♡
his favorite caregiver nickname is uyu!
it actually came from a slight miscommunication when you first started regressing around him
he was asking if you wanted milk, but you kept thinking he was talking about himself
he was very confused when you, in fact, did not want the milk he had offered lol
but it’s okay! he got a very cute nickname out of it, so it was well worth it
depending on the color of his clothes–or his hair– uyu gets a variant
yellow clothes? banana uyu! red or pink? strawberry uyu! blue? that’s right, blueberry uyu!
loves loves loves being called uyu, you just don’t understand
definitely has made you say “pleaseeee, uyu?” to get sweets or pretty much anything you want
regrets nothing
♡
will Die™ if you slip into babyspace. just. bye bye uyu.
you being all sleepy and cuddly and babbling at him with big round eyes???? he's literally gone
loves wrapping you up in blankets and rocking you, patting your back to encourage you to sleep
also sings lullabies °^° never is uyu more soft than when he's totally focused on your little face, gentle melodies escaping his lips as he lulls you to sleep
♡
likes to cook for you! especially breakfast coz he can make it all cute and sweet like you!
interrupts your coloring to tickle your sides, scooping you up and whisking you away to the counter
“breakfast is ready, banana boo, come eat before uyu gets hungry!”
growls and pretends to eat your food before you can even reach for it
♡
likes coloring with you for low energy playtime, nudging you to ask for a color every once in a while
lowkey does it to annoy you, making sure you aren’t on a tedious part before he not-so-subtley shoves you, your crayon streaking across the page (in the lines! he’s silly but he doesn’t want you to mess up your masterpiece)
“can I have the green, bab-AAA! hey! don’t shove me!”
this ends in a tickle fight which was definitely not the secret plan all along….
♡
loves to call you all sorts of nicknames
your name means nothing to him he doesn’t need it
here’s a rather shortened version of the List of nicknames he calls you
munchkin, kitty, agi, banana boo (yes, it is to match with banana uyu) and the occasional “spawn of hell” if you’re being particularly bratty, which you definitely learned from him-
you’ve learned to answer to pretty much anything
if he says a word or two in a sweet tone just know it’s what you’re getting called for the rest of the week
♡
remember to give your uyu lots of love! he loves getting affection from his baby
demands kisses like the government collecting taxes
but it’s okay because he bestows as much as he demands >,<
not a day goes by where you escape his cuteness aggression
he’s definitely silent screamed before, especially when you get extra cuddly or sleepy
literally fighting demons and you’re just ZzZzz ing away
in conclusion, uyu is so very silly and just loves to tease and love the daylights out of you
You’re already kind of trembling when they push your thighs apart, which is not all that surprising if we’re being honest.
Heeseung’s hands are shaking a little too as he holds you open, thumbs stroking the soft skin like he can’t believe he’s allowed to. It’s been what? A couple of months already and he still wakes up in disbelief every single morning when he sees you by his side.
Jake’s between you and him, face buried, tongue flat and desperate against your cunt, the first wet drag of it makes your hips jump to which he responds by moaning into you—soft and somehow deprived—and then he does it again, slower, messier, leaving a thick trail of spit because he just likes it messy that way.
“Please,” Jake whispers against your hole, voice wrecked— like you aren’t currently offering him your body.
He spits directly onto you, the warm splat lands right on your entrance and starts sliding down. Heeseung leans in from the other side at the same time, tongue dragging through the mess, and they meet in the middle—both of them licking you at once. Their tongues overlap; Jake’s is lower, pushing into your entrance with short thrusts whereas Heeseung’s is higher, licking over your clit in eager circles, then sliding down so their tongues brush against each other inside the slick heat of you. Spit mixes with your wetness until everything is shiny and dripping. They keep doing it—both of them, at the same time—tongues working in messy, overlapping strokes, like they can’t stand the thought of missing even a second of you. And they love sharing, really, they wouldn’t be caught complaining, it’s filthy and it’s so characteristically them— if they can have a piece of you, might as well share.
“Fuck, she’s so wet,” Heeseung breathes, and the words come out almost pleading. He spits again, right onto your clit and Jake leans up to catches some of it on his tongue before it can drip too far, then pushes it straight back into you.
Their mouths are so close their lips keep brushing. Every time they both pull back for air, loads of spit stretch between their mouths and your cunt, quivering, then snap and fall across your folds. They don’t stop sharing. Jake’s tongue is buried deep, fucking into you with desperate little thrusts and Heeseung is right there with him, licking around Jake’s tongue, over it, under it, sucking on your clit whenever and wherever he can get his mouth on it.
Their chins are soaked. Your thighs are soaked. The whole goddamn bed is soaked really.
When Jake pulls back just enough to breathe, Heeseung leans across and licks into his mouth, slow and messy, tasting you on him. Jake makes a soft, needy sound and kisses him back, open-mouthed, tongues sliding together for a second. It’s subtle, almost accidental in ho natural it feels—just two boys who can’t get enough of the same thing, sharing the meal between them.
“Fuck… do that again,” you gasp, grabbing their hair.
You can feel Heeseung’s smile more than you see it as he kisses your thigh, and Jake waits, mouth open, looking like he so desperately wants it. The next second, he— rather aggressively— cups Heeseung’s jaw and connects their mouths, sharing your essence in each stroke of their tongues.
It’s hot, filthy and disgusting but you love it, love watching your boys enjoy themselves. Jake continues stroking your clit absentmindedly with his thumb, and you hear Heeseung moan in their kiss, the sloppy sounds making you clench around nothing. When they both part, they’re all messy, you swipe both of your thumbs on their mouths in a ridiculous attempt at cleaning them up but you find it more interesting to toy with your thumbs in their mouths instead. It’s funny how desperately they both want it, how they chase your thumbs and suck on them before settling back to your cunt, unprompted like they just know where their place is.
You’re shaking harder now and that they both feel. Jake’s hands tighten on your thighs like he’s holding on for dear life; Heeseung’s tongue is frantic on your clit, spit dripping constantly from his open mouth. They stay pressed together, licking at the same time, tongues mingling, spit pouring, until the wet sounds are continuous nd filthy nd perfect.
“Come on,” Jake whispers against your hole, almost begging. “Please, come for us—” Heeseung moans in agreement, the sound vibrating against your clit, and that’s what does it.
Your orgasm hits hard, your cunt clenches, pulsing, flooding their tongues with more slick. They both stay right there through it—licking, sucking, swallowing, spit still dripping—desperate to catch every drop. Jake’s tongue keeps pushing inside you while Heeseung sucks on your clit like he’s starving for it and their mouths brush again and again in the mess, soft little sounds of need escaping them the whole time.
When you finally start to come down, they’re still licking—slower now, but just as messy, just as greedy, like they just don’t know how to stop. Your thighs are shiny. Their faces are shiny. And they’re both looking up at you with the same soft, wrecked expression, mouths open, spit still connecting them to your cunt.
“I’m just gonna have to take a picture,” you tease, stroking their hair. “you both look so good down there.”
3. This is how he destroys your pussy when he's jealous.
4. Drunk sex.
5. You love it when he calls you baby.
6. He loves it when you get desperate like this.
7. Vacation?
8. This is so him, drunk in sex.
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𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴ᯓ★: uh hi lol! First time doing this. It's 3am btw. Lmk if you guys like it. I can do the other members too. You can send requests. Thinking of doing audios too. Comment if you wanna get added in the taglist! That's it baiii <3.
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要⨾ pearl bite restores the smiles of vampires and humans alike, folks travelling nationwide to attain results from the man and myth himself, park sunghoon. running a successful dental practice isn't easy, long hours invested and feeding schedules sidelined. luckily for him, you've never been one to forget.
朴成训 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 5.6k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、heavy mentions of blood & biting/feeding (sunghoon feeds from the reader during sex)、condescending dom!sunghoon、sub!reader、established relationship、hints of brat & brat tamer dynamics、degradation/humiliation、vaginal fingering、handjob、semi public sex、exhibitionism、breath play、unprotected sex (don't do this)、creampie、hints of pain kink、hung!hoon、size & bulge kink、slight praise & crying、reference to marking/beard burn、an attempt at some fluff and angst..petnames used: perfect/sweet girl、princess.⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条⨾ so...how about them vampire brand drops? 😁 the teasers released so far feel really fun but are so polished and align so well wih enha's vampire concept! their creative team always has my heart. they definitely have my heart for this concept alone, which...i wrote because my other wips were mocking me 😭 perhaps imposter syndrome will give me a break the next time i visit them, but for now, enjoy this corner of my brain :3 haven't written about vampires before, so a lot of creative freedom is taken here! let your imagination run free and as always, much loveeee! <333
Downtown is abuzz, springtime bringing out lifeforms in their fullest, humans on a leisurely stroll and vampires in their element, nightfall cast to upheave the sluggishness of day, canines bared and timeless beauty arresting. On the way to your destination, a concrete jungle of scaffolding and pets on leashes, you stop at an intersection. Cars zoom, traffic lights ticking down until they turn green again. The road, a blur of cars would usually have your attention, if not for the huge billboard plastered above the pizzeria and jazz bar just ahead.
Pearl Bite: A bloodless white, a perfect smile.
Your own faux canines show, tongue run beneath their point as your eyes dazzle at the advert. Specifically, the creator and model for Pearl Bite ─ your one and only boyfriend.
College sweethearts, Sunghoon describes your romance as a sneaky attack on your behalf, nothing but his passion on his mind, only to be derailed. The brilliance of your smile, the heartiness of your laugh, your endless glow he couldn't shy away from. The next century is meant to build upon his newly-found interest in dentistry, open his own practice with amassed generational wealth and give back to his community. His initial plan only accounts for vampires, at the mercy of many cycled conversations of blood-stained fangs and how there's no vampire-equivalent for teeth-whitening. Then he meets you, unknowingly opens himself up more to the human experience, recognizes how they can differ vastly from his own, yet share so many similarities.
You're the most selfless person he knows, a long-line of people served before you're last in line. Amongst the juggle of others' needs and aspirations, yours kind of included somewhere, he learns you're a product of everything you've ever loved and suffered from too. In the months passing too quick for his liking - still toeing the line of friendship(ish) - you bare yourself to him in the late night diner you work at.
The one he walks you home from, drinks the shitty coffee because you've brewed it. The things vampires do for love.
In a dim corner booth, your chin perches on your folded arms, fingers drumming against a table you're yet to clean and are honestly too tired to at this point. It's been non-stop shifts packed into a never-ending semester, and whilst your job's meant to supplement your means of living, it also serves another purpose.
"I owe my mom everything," you start, the bat of your lashes turning Sunghoon into a statue, knowing what's to come yet unsure. Uncertain how to proceed. "No matter how little we had to our name, she always made sure I was taken care of. That if one of us was happy, it was always me,"
Your nose twitches, eyes glossy with a sigh coming from trembling lips. A vague crack sounds in his chest.
He wishes his hand had the kind of warmth you'd lean into.
"Losing her best friend, and in a way, losing me ─ has brought her to her knees," your fingers drum, pupils shaking as you will your tears to only exist before your waterline. "I'm doing as much as I can, but there's only so much to do from across the country. I can't check in on her and the house between lectures, I can't pay for anything medical other than some lousy insurance, I can't transfer that weight to myself,"
"Because at least then, it wouldn't be her burden to bear."
The welled emotions in your chest demand you to straighten, more space for lungs to expand and when stray tears fall, you can only exhale, elbows propped to the table to wipe them away. Your hand falls to the surface in perfect timing, searing skin meeting a cool, steady palm. You're just as still as him, the thump of your heart felt in Sunghoon's fingertips, all the way through to his ears ringing with its race. Only empathy occupies him, remnants of a life before immortality tethering you two together by more than held hands, the quiet compassion he delivers sticking with you forever.
Time has since passed, that corner booth a bittersweet memory. In spite of long-carried pain, you and your mom see brighter days ─ graduation, your first adult job, the return of her smile. Depression has a way of mystifying the future ahead of you, the present clouded in miserable, inescapable grey clouds. To push on takes all the more effort, so things start to give ─ sleep, appetite and the wither of everything else. While she's managed to pick herself up by the aid of you and others, your mom still holds a keepsake she'd rather do without. A dimmed smile you're doing your best to help restore. But in a household where annual doctor's trips are rare, the luxury doesn't come easy. And by the time you're examining what other expenses to cut back on, Sunghoon pitches his latest project.
Pearl Bite, for humans and vampires alike.
Endless trials, modifications, moulds that have bitten the dust and brave participants that bring his dream into fruition. Only now, his dream accounts for not only you, but your mother. Additional modules and clinicals to fit in the study of human teeth, revitalizing the last part of a past your mother is moving forward from. And when everything's said and done, your mother instinctively cowers from the mirror before she weeps, holding onto Sunghoon with a life force as gratitude soaks into his white coat. In the corner, his eyes find you, the water-lined tears in your eyes like then, now reflecting the kind of appreciation and love he knows is priceless.
Pearl Bite takes off, his humble practice fighting to accommodate for the onslaught of patients he tries helping. People come from far and wide, all with a story that picks at their nails and prompts reluctance when it comes time for Sunghoon's inspection. Overbites, plaque, shaven-down fangs, blood stains ─ the list goes on. However, their reluctance is all but forgotten once he commits himself to their well-being, a sigh of relief filling his mask before he hands over what feels like a magic mirror, sorrow turning into happiness. One practice isn't enough, not for endless clients, or aspiring dentists with the same aspirations. Multiple dot themselves across the country, his time split between sights he flies to (your stomach still drops whenever both your feet leave the ground). He has a line of products, an alternative solution for those he cannot meet and to no surprise, it takes off. You climb your own career ladder, finding something just as meaningful and building your life together with the man who saved yours and your mother's smile.
His practice bustles as it always does, a mixture of clients flipping through magazines or sharing stories in the waiting room. To his assistance, you wave, your presence always welcome when your schedules align. In the hall leading to his office, your head nods at more waiting patients, smile brimmed in manner with a glance at the clock.
It's feeding time.
A flutter in your chest disturbs the peace you've maintained for the day's majority, current sparked as your palm meets the door handle of his office, shallowly pulled to the side only to let yourself in. No one occupies the dental unit, spotlight tucked away with the space sterilised and clean, its sleek hues of white, grey and muted baby blue burrowing comfort in your chest. Attempts to slow the rabbit Sunghoon hears, a heartbeat so attuned to he forgoes his inventory count and goes to filter back into the main room, surprise alight in his eyes as he's urged back.
"I didn't know you were coming," his voice carries the sentiment, the half-hearted draw of his inventory's door schemed behind you.
Innocence brims in your smile nonetheless, arms strung around him as his hands fall to your waist, steady and firm.
"You forgot your dinner."
"Dinner?" a lone eyebrow raises, the slope of his nose in full view as his head turns to the mini fridge metres away. "I should have enough blood bags for─"
Your nails rake through his nape hairs once and for all, stepping back before you haul yourself on the counter space he'd been working so diligently on, showcasing the dinner he's seemingly left behind.
You.
No one would bat an eyelash at the length of your skirt, a conservative length if not for an extra long stride ─ the cross of your legs ─ where skin reveals itself, blemishing with incessant teeth marks, beard burn and a mouth pulling into a disbelieving smile as you reveal yourself to him, making sure to crane your neck enough to hint at the location of his last feed.
"So," mischief lives in the lines of your smirk, your own canines peeking through in an ask. "Will you finish what you started?"
With centuries spent living amongst vampires and humans, you'd think Sunghoon would have some know-how. Predict the patterns humans have made of themselves, ingrained in wired DNA passed down from generation to generation. Yet, you always seem to surprise him. Bring the disbelieving and amused laughter out his huffing chest, his proximity drawn closer as his hands staple on either side of your thighs, skirt material bunched in your lap, goosebump-riddled from the arctic temperature of his office.
His eyes burn with a dial of lust, iris colouring into a wine hue before his pupils swallows the field whole, gaze flickered between your eyes and lips.
"This is risky," he notes, nosing along your jaw. The instinct to give your neck away wears him down more than you'll know. "Anyone could come in and see us. Hear us,"
He deserts the raised skin trail he's created from slight grazes alone, satisfaction on his lips as he creates space to marvel at the mess you're boiling down to.
"But that's what gets you off, right?" his fangs show, his grin too amused and cocky to shield them, his head tilted to only emphasis his point. "Just can't keep your pretty moans to yourself."
Air fills your lungs through a nasal inhale, chest slumping with a gulp audible to your own ears. You'd waltzed in here first, you can't lose control just yet.
You bring yourself closer to the counter's edge, skirt riding up further to expose hints of lace, knowing it'll do nothing but torment him. Taunt him as his canine and lower teeth toy with an inner piece of his check, restraint tested.
"Come on, you haven't fed in days," he's standing straighter, hands off the counter. He's close enough though, the perfect distance for your leg to hook at his lower back and draw him in, your hand waiting before his length eventually throbs in your palm, your grin a work of sin as you peer up at him with dark magic eyes. "I know you're hungry."
Control is commanded, and to some extent, Sunghoon submits. Lets you carry out your charade, allows the concept of power to exist in your frame of mind. However, deep down, you both know. Undeterred, Sunghoon lets you palm his growing erection, smirking like it doesn't turn him on. Like he doesn't give your hand one grind, starved for friction.
His hand raises to outline the shell of your ear with his fingertip, pleased with the shiver erupting down your spine.
"Funny how blood and sex are so intertwined," he leads, voice husky as his eyes fall to yours again, standing their ground. "For you, especially."
It's meant to be a call out. In some measure, you suffer from its consequences, prickly skin and heated cheeks. However, you've been with Sunghoon long enough to quit playing shy. You plan to spend eternity with him too, it's only natural you reward him with your honesty.
"It's another layer of intimacy," the sweetness of your words juxtapose your actions, palm firm against his shaft as your thumb glides over his tip in sweet, torturous motions, smile stretching at the waver of his breath. You cock your head, a call for attention. "Wouldn't you agree?"
He's close like this now, shuffled to you in a tighter circle of your hooked legs, the column of his throat licked. The grain of stubble against your tongue hums your pleasure into his skin, his own mirrored sound coming when your teeth nibble on the teased skin.
"Hmph," he groans, losing focus. Losing to you. "I do, but my mind can't help but wonder,"
Further words peaks your interest, Sunghoon's hand settling across your neck, face further away as he handles you for his viewing pleasure. His other set of knuckles push his glasses up his nose bridge, chin lifted as he looks at you through low eyes, the quiet but hard thump of your pulse meeting the pad of his thumb.
"If it's the euphoric high you're starved for," Sunghoon's thumb moves over the tender skin, thump gaining traction as you attempt withstanding his complete read of you. "Or maybe it's the slight pain,"
Through the time you've known Sunghoon, you've only ever known him to be humble. No matter what feat he reaches, trait or skill he posses and displays, he'll pretend as if it's not his own. Won't gloat, won't brag ─ except for times like these.
When he's got you right where he wants, his fangs pinpoint on your skin between the fan of his thumb, your heartbeat the equivalent of being chased.
You hear his smirk first before you see it, space created again as his eyes cannot be without your sight for too long.
"Which one is it?"
The hand that'd been palming him arrests the counter's edge, knuckles burning white in an act of self-restraint. Control you're being frayed to abandon, a harsh run of your tongue on the back of your teeth as your other leg hooks behind him, nowhere to hide as your hip roll to meet his, a grind you see chipping away at him.
Pressure adds to the grasp on your neck ─ a test to you too.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
Again, that almost incredulous yet amused chuckle meets your ears, this time more mocking as Sunghoon's tongue pokes his inner cheek, his eyes bleeding over with an intensity you've only been anticipating.
"I'll find out either way," one corner of his lip lifts, small but all-knowing. "Spread your legs."
The last thing you'll do is indulge him, even if your body aches for him in the worst way ─ bone deep, lust sinking in your body like an anchor. You're already pressed against him, the friction of few layers a blessing in disguise for someone as insatiable as you are. This, you can do with. The same can't be said for Sunghoon, who in the questioning look he gives you, your smile extends ─ a slice of heaven and a lot of hell.
"What's with the attitude?" he chuckles, one last squeeze against the sides of your neck to make you squeak. The departures paves the way for his impatience, enough strength to pry your crossed ankles apart. "Didn't you want this all along? Treated the way you are in my office because you couldn't wait?"
You can't compete against an immortal, his strength bending your body to his will, thighs braced against the arctic counter top. Spread to his liking.
"Ah, that's why," it's the second time in such little time you've heard him smirk, a more evil moon crescent shape to his eyes as he marvels between your legs. Specifically, the wetness that's soaked through the flimsy fabric. "It's okay, I want you just as much."
A gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead, because your ego has its' moments, bruising like a peach. You could huff, turn away from the supposed affection he gives you, but he's quicker. A peck to the tip of your nose and happiness in the light chuckle he does afterwards.
Then, when you're looking at him again, albeit reluctantly, he smiles regardless. Cups your cheeks, holding you as if porcelain and kisses you. Soft and pillowy, lingering to savour the simple press of flesh, a slow and sweet swirl back into desire. Melting in his cold grasp, you move in patterns known to each other, the audacity to start pulling away breathing a snicker between your lips, his smile against your lips after he's chased them, your own introduced moments later.
He picks you apart in the most delicate way, undoing you with adoring kisses and assured hands, consuming you with every breath he steals, hands of desperation hinging themselves against his arms. Sunghoon kisses you as if it's your last, with deeper meaning coming from the lifetimes he's lived, your bottom lip between his teeth as he tugs gently.
A move applicable to everyone. Doing its worst to you.
While other teeth tease, his fangs threaten, a harsher skim against the flesh your breath hitches at, a swipe of his tongue meant to soothe, only to fuel the fire burning in you.
While his hands no longer cradle your face, he kisses you without fault. Pouring affection into the tender overlap of lips, the only thing you manage to do is lift your hips as his hands tug your panties down your legs, tucked away in his back pocket as a souvenir. If you weren't so dazed, you'd make fun of him, like when you'd felt his cock kick when you'd started kissing, the venture of your tongue making him sigh a stuttered breath.
Smacked lips and laboured breaths no longer only occupy the office/closet space, abundance of slick lapped up on the span of two fingers, the most piled on Sunghoon's fingertips as they tease your entrance, thumb doing slow circles against your clit.
Fingers carding through his hair, your breath stutters in his mouth. Whines and huffed whimpers bleed into his kiss-stained lips as his fingers push in with no resistance, welcomed as your walls conform to their shape. He stretches you with the scissors of his fingers, the stretch simmering with a touch of discomfort, grinding down to blooming pleasure as you yield, his fingers 'curl pushed into the spot making you see stars.
"Think I'll give your thighs a break," Sunghoon whispers, your tongue dipped into the curve of his lips. "All those hickeys and beard burn can't be good for you ─ too much friction,"
"N-not enough," you wail, running feverishly hot and without any care, bucking your hips helplessly. "Want ─ more."
"I've made you such a greedy thing, haven't I?" he murmurs, humming at all the sounds you reward him with ─ vulnerable moans, sloppy kisses you try giving but it's no use. You're gone, in too deep to realise the moment you'd walked into his office, your fate had been sealed.
Other points deserve attention, is Sunghoon's thought process as he leaves your lips with one last slow kiss, saliva strung between your quivering lips before he peppers his way down your chin, up the curve of your jaw and stops right below your earlobe. You know where he'll go next and it sends a buzz through your every cell, makes you tremble and shake. And before your brain can catch up to the signs, Sunghoon knows too.
Hears the chaos of your heart, the disarray of your pulse and plays along.
"Haven't even got to your neck and you're leaking all over my fingers," he muses, a peck smacked onto the dipped skin before his teeth catch onto the fleshy part, a fang punctured close to where your lone piercing is. An automatic response is relayed by your body. "Squeezing them for all their worth, huh?"
Lolled to the side, a partial part in purpose but the other because your head's swarmed in haziness, twice its weight from Sunghoon consuming you, his non-beating heart having the decency to not prolong your long-awaited ask. He descends, inches but makes his way with the tread of his teeth down your neck column.
"What happened to that little attitude of yours, sweet girl?" he asks, the squelch and twitch of your body unearthing a rarity in condescending nature. "Did I fingerfuck it out of you, hm? You wanna be my good girl now?"
You nod hard enough to feel the jumble of your brain, cut up into pieces and free-floating in your zero-gravity headspace.
"You know nods won't do," he's there. The exact spot he feeds from, and it's maddening. The release of adrenaline, the rabbit chase your heart does, nails scraping into marble.
He noses along the mark, a momentary pause noting how gone he is for you too, intoxicated at the mere scent of your blood before everything crumbles, his willpower the only thing standing as he pries away, looking you in your eyes as he says,
"Let me hear you say it, princess."
"I'll─I'll be good," the words slosh in your mouth, lips pressed to muffle your desperate squeaks. "I just─just let me come please?"
"I'm no animal," dark laughter licks up your spine, stuck in its slouch as Sunghoon's rhythm picks up, fingertips knocking deepest in you, your jaw pried open in silent surprise. "I couldn't deprive you if I tried."
"Come on, sweet girl," he comes closer, fresh linen scent engulfing you as a kiss lays upon your temple. "The quicker you let go, the faster you get my cock."
The quicker he'll feed.
The mere thought is almost like magic, contracting your walls in an impossible squeeze as the coil in your stomach sizzles at the tips of your toes, shooting up to burst through every avenue ─ every pore ─ of your body. Detonating right in the palm of his hand, he kisses your wails away until they subside, fingers working you until you're twitchy and overly sensitive, glossy eyed yet itching to unbutton his slacks.
"Impatience will get you hurt," is his later comment, letting you mess with the buckle of his belt, metallic clashes resonating through the room. Dripping more slick onto his office counter. "So rushed when you'll struggle taking me."
The last notch of his zipper sounds louder than the rest, your head snapped in his direction. "Now, that you can't mock me for,"
Your eyes drop down to the heavy bulge imprinting through his briefs and slacks, hoping his eyes follow along.
"I take your literal monster cock like a champ, thank you."
"Give or take."
You kiss your teeth, knowing better but still cursing at him in your head.
"Whatever," your eyes roll, pushing enough of his waistband down to get your hand around his cock. Barely, but it's not of the essence. What is is the need his tip heats with, generous precome beaded in his slit your thumbs runs over. A hiss releases in spite of his efforts, met with the cockiness of your grin. "You're the one who needs me here,"
"Blood bags only taste so good," you drawl, pulling him out to get a better handle of his length. Head ducked to dribble spit on his skin as makeshift lube, enveloped by your palm in a mixture with precome as your hand comes up and twists up his veined shaft. Now it's his turn for braced hands on the counter's edge, his grip strong enough to snap the marble in two. The thought ignites lightning in your stomach.
Your mouth gets the chance for payback ─ hovering over the shell of his pointed one, a lapsed breath released in the anticipation of your words. The slow, tight jerk of your hand. "And none can get you off, so…"
A huff of defeat ─ still humoured ─ sounds past your shoulder, Sunghoon's back muscles flexing through the white coat ruffling as he pushes off the table, hair slicked back back as his fingers run through dark strands, his pale features accented with a pretty rosy tint.
Lips swollen with kisses. Skin glittering in the low light.
"You're annoying," his hands swats away yours, his focal point you as your figure reflects in the honey sweet hue of his eyes. "I love you."
"Love you t─ah!"
Sunghoon had knocked your knees further apart, lined himself with your entrance and now, starts to slide his length in. Ever since your last orgasm, you'd hinged on his counter for the moment his cock would stretch you out, but even if your eyes blindly followed his shifts, you'd got lost in his confession. The sheer honesty and sincerity brimming in his eyes as he said so, his last words to you before you reconnect again as one.
A frantic hand jumps to secure yourself on one plane of his shoulder, a sharp inhale sucking in all frigid air of his office into your shaken lungs, the bitten back moan he lets slip flooding the glide of his length, inches sparingly used. Yet the thought of being split open remains alive and well.
"You're good, you can take it."
It's one of his sentences that doesn't reek of condescension, the kind of sugary encouragement you can't help but want to do your best for, relying on your practiced methods of breathing and trying to relax. Except to accommodate to his size, you're gripping and adjusting, depleting his ability to be gentle with you. In the adjustments you make, one sentence lurks in the misty halls of his mind as he only gives as much as you can take, a hand and grazed-thumb on your hip to ground you.
"What I'd do to stuff your hole full of me right now…"
Luckily, he doesn't have to do anything. Living up to your words, the inches continue to disappear, the sorest sight for his centuries-vision filled eyes, shoulders coming down in relief with a mouth ajar. Your hand's over the lower half of your stomach, not exposed by your shirt, but Sunghoon knows.
You feel him there.
"Remind me," he huffs, stalling for your adjustment, the stretch as delicious as it is a dance around torture. "You take what like a champ?"
Sunghoon gets a kick out of it, this you already know. Somehow, it still makes your jaw tick, the weight cramped in you, making friends with your lower stomach is colossal, enough for an eye twitch and a sharp head turn in his direction.
"Your cock," every word spoken has a letter with a centre part, the disapproving head shake you do continued as your hips shift, leaking tip grinding up into the spongy spot you keen at. "Now move, before I fuck you."
Sunghoon's sorely mistaken. Painfully hard, yet he still continues ─ cat and mouse game too good to give up.
"All bark, no bite," he muses, eyes in false moon crescent, hips pulling back to offload the fill of your entrance. "Leave that to the real vampire, huh?"
Of course he'd leave you with that. Provide you some relief before he eases back into you again, grin shit-eating but eyes attentive, making sure this is pleasurable for you, to which it becomes. Accommodation is never easy, no matter how frequently you fuck, but he makes every grit of your teeth worth it. Falls into slow deep breaths you unknowingly follow and unwind with, moves his cock in and out at any pace you're comfortable with kisses you through it all, praises seared into the skin his lips meet.
A tempo builds, meek whimpers whispered into the hollow of his neck now barely contained moans. Your arms form a loose circle around his shoulders, the groans and whines he saves for your ears swirling a sickening pit of lust in your stomach.
"If only─hmph," you struggle, nails pressing into the fabric of his coat. "You put your mouth to better, fuck ─ use."
Past your ear, his laugh is bright. "You're bewitched,"
The smack of his pelvis against the back of your thighs teases your own teeth into his shoulder, whimpers releasing instead.
"Are my fangs all I'm good for?"
Turns out, you have your own timing. Comedic timing, it seems, because when you pry from him, mourning the loss of his cool skin, your eyes peer down between your legs. At the cock he uses with you as priority, a simmered sensation you unwind to, wetness drenching his length as the faint bulge of his tip makes itself known.
"You're good for other things too."
"Unbelievable," you hear your partner laugh, light and breathy because he's so fine-tuned to the human experience, large hands setting themselves up firm against your hips. "Now, if you will, let me do for what I'm good for."
Like you've always known him to be, he prides himself on his craft, making good of his word as he starts pistoning into you, the grind of his pelvis notching against your clit to make you squeal, his shoulders fastened to as the back of your thighs echo with your indecency. You're choking on moans, trying to keep noise to a minimal, but how can you when your vampire boyfriend knows you best? Knows what angle generates current in your body, what pace has you doubling over, holding him because the building pleasure is too immense for how contained your body feels? Knows when to flip the switch with you, the grounding presence you need or the kind that presses you into the ground.
"My perfect girl," he murmurs, a soothing hand cascading down the back of your head. "I'll never get over how good you feel."
He isn't the former for long, sheep's skin shed when your eyes start glossing over, legs hooked round his waist with your toes curled, tears of ecstasy saturating his coat's shoulder. How can he when you're basically offering yourself to him, enough distance created for your hands to support you from behind, neck craned for his taking.
"Is this what you're into?" he asks, the outline of his body unfair under layers of clothing as his cock stuffs you full. "Do you fantasize about being feed on because you feed off the pleasure and pain?"
You could consider his question, answer truthfully wherever it lies. However, you're a bit preoccupied. The one or two things he's good for working against you, reducing you to a worthless pile of mush, the same matter made of your brain, melted and spilling out your ears, hearing stifled.
"Answer me."
Your throat works, suddenly so dry with a swallow for saliva to quench some thirst, vision fuzzy as you fight off the impending doom.
Not now, not yet.
"Yes," you respond. "I'm into it because─"
He notches himself with a particular force, one you do a withered whimper at, pupils shaking as they blow over your iris' ring.
"Because it's with you," your hand's on his jaw, holding him firm as you add on. "I have a you fetish."
"Fuck," there's a hitch in Sunghoon's thrusts, a slight hiccup when he disintegrates at your words, head hung only to come back up with the brightest smile on his face. The one you could spend eternity looking at. "You're such a tease."
"A pretty, sloppy, needy─" emphasis in his stupidly seductive tone matches with the brute of his thrusts, concentrated and attuned to what'll make you break. "─tease."
Against your forehead, his own falls, a kiss shared as his low body temperature attempts to dial back yours, the coil in your stomach too hot for you to function.
"Good thing you're close because I am too," he nods, one last kiss before he asks. "Do I have the honours?"
It's one of the easiest yes' you'll utter.
"Always."
What you could compare the initial seconds of Sunghoon feeding from you to is a piercing. The clamminess of your palms, an escalated heart rate even if you'd mentally prepared for the moment and eyes incapable of focusing. To gain it back, your only function boils down to managing your breaths as anticipation itches beneath your skin.
Then, it happens.
A momentary flicker of pain, sharpened enamel piercing through skin and sinking, nestling where no vitals are endangered. It's minor, so minor it's forgotten the second after it's felt, the burst of euphoria incomprehensible. Words fail to explain the phenomenon, amounting to a standard you're on a constant chase for, bewitched as Sunghoon so lovingly puts it, him just the same ─ if not worse off ─ as he shamelessly moans at the taste, the vague waft of blood's metallic scent replaced with the blanket of his linen scent.
Blood and sex are so intertwined, mentioned previously by Sunghoon. And while he'd said this in response to you, the words ring truest for him, a broken moan vibrating into your skin as his hips start rutting, erratic as he surges towards his orgasm. His priority forever and always, he wedges his hand between your bodies, your clit played with to bring you to a similar pace, something like come coating your walls as you squeeze his cock one last time, a cry from your lips before you come undone.
Eventually, he relents, having had his fill with a pry he holds your body up for, still dazed from the aphrodisiac-like remedy in his venom to seal your skin together. When the world stops moving in separate circles, you catch sight of his fangs, coated in the rich crimson of your blood, only having the energy for a lazy smile before he sorts you two out. An eventual knock echoes at his door, Sunghoon spitting the last of Pearl Bite toothpaste out his mouth, fangs like brand new as you two feign normalcy.
Like he hadn't fed from you, or how his vampire-equivalent to come isn't leaking between your crossed thighs.
Just another day at Sunghoon's practice.
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𖦹 after getting upset over something as little as dishes, jay quickly realizes he was just being dramatic, and apologizes in the best way possible. letting you ride him while you cuddle. he makes sure your comfortable while he rubs your back. making sure you know you’re loved.
𖦹 you and jay are each others firsts. both only going as far as oral. but you decided after 2 years of dating now is the time to actually try penetration. jays nervous at first but he thinks he can do it. he’s super comforting and makes sure you feel good. not even caring about himself. just you.
𖦹 making out with jay while he plays with you, is and will always be your favorite way to get him riled up. doesn’t even matter where or when it happens. anything to get him horny and ready to fuck.
𖦹 jay LOVES mutual masturbation. the concept of both of you being touched at the same time, same speed, while making out and facing each other just gets him so hot and horny. it’s intimate and he loves it.
“f-fuck baby you feel s’good around me…” james whispered in your ear. he had your calves rested up on his shoulders, and his chest pushed up against your tits.
your mouth fell open into a perfect ‘o’ shape, and his name spilled from your tongue like a mantra. “james, james, jaaamesss…. you’re so d-deep.!”
he chuckled, snapping his hips back into yours. “yeah baby? i’m so deep in you? is my dick too big for your pretty pussy?” james teased with a condescending tone.
you nodded before he caught your lips in a kiss.
both your mouths moved in perfect harmony, as his thrusts picked up speed. james started to groan into your mouth, before pulling away.
“mmh- y/n you feel s’good… your pussy is just sucking me in.” james let out a muffled moan into your neck. “can i take it off? please- i’ll pull out!”
he peered into your eyes, searching for your answer.
you were so caught up in the moment, and the pleasure felt too good. “yes james! s-shit take it off, just pull out.”
he pulled out of your sex with a grimace, and grabbed at the latex that divided your velvety walls from his cock.
it slid off with ease, he threw it to the side of his thigh, and pushed right back into you. “you feel it baby? my big veiny dick rubbing up against your sweet spot? in your little, tight pussy? huh?”
you moved your legs from his shoulders and wrapped it around his waist, resting lightly on the curve of his ass.
“you want me deeper, yeah? such a cockslut..”
your eyes rolled back as you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix, and a loud, raw moan ripped from your throat.
“ngh! james! m’close-“
hearing that, his hips picked up the pace and thrusted into you at godly speeds. at the same time, he snaked a hand onto your puffy clit, rubbing it in rhythm to his hips.
your chest heaved as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten rapidly. with the added stimulation of his fingers on your clit, you felt a hot, sudden gush spring out your cunt.
you screamed his name and bucked your hood wildly into his touch. your release kept gushing out, covering his balls, thighs, stomach, and the sheets underneath you both.
“yes baby, make a mess all me and my cock.. y’look so sexy when you cum.” he encouraged, riding you through your high.
though as he continued to ride out your orgasm, he was still chasing his own. “shit baby, i know it’s too much but i’m gonna cum- fuck! w-where do you want me?” james’ eyes searched your own, that currently started to cry. “f-feels so good- so full-“ you moaned, “i-inside james, fill me up please!”
he smiled at your broken response, “are you sure? nevermind- shit i’m gonna cum!” james quickly pushed his chest against yours as he groaned into the kiss he caught your lips in, finishing inside your soaked hole.
james kept kissing you as his dick twitched, releasing every drop of him in you. you could feel the temperature of it swirling inside you, and it was a lot.
he eventually pulled away, and rested his head on your tits. “y’so perfect for me y/n.”
james also begin to pull out, sliding out of your pussy with ease. when he did, the mixture of his and your cum begin to flood out. “can’t have this slipping out can we?” he chuckled, pushing the release back into you with his slender fingers.
you both looked over the condom the sat on the side of yours & his thighs.
you were laid over james’ lap, his right arm putting you in a chokehold, and the other buried deep inside your pussy.
your neck and head rested on his veiny forearm and your hands desperately tried to break away from his grip. his fingers bullied your g-spot and you couldn’t help but let out a raw moan.
“f-fuck james, feels s’good..!”
james pulled his fingers out to slap your ass, “such a whore… you love getting treated like this huh?” you yelped as he kept alternating with each cheek.
though you wouldn’t admit it, it felt so good to be manhandled by your boyfriend.
james gathered more of your slick, and rubbed over your clit. he began to rub figure eights over the bundle of nerves, making you whine and whimper. “you like when i play with your little sensitive clit baby? feels so good doesn’t it?” he chuckled with a condescending tone.
you would’ve slapped him if he wasn’t making moan like a whore. instead, you only nodded because who were you deny all this pleasure he was giving you?
at your nod of approval, he pressed his digits back into your hole, instantly finding your spot again. james was practically knuckles deep inside your cunt, and everytime he retracted his fingers and pushed them back in, a loud squelch could be heard.
“your pussy is so wet for me y/n.. i thought you were tougher than this?” james teased with a smug grin plastered on his face.
you chased his fingers with his every thrust and could feel the knot in your stomach tightening. james noticed how your arched your back & spread your legs a little wider, it made him scoff.
“you have no shame at all. you wanna cum so bad don’t you? maybe that’s why you came to bother me. my girl was just so needy… it’s okay baby, let’s make you cum.”
you whined and james picked up the pace of his fingers, along sure to hit your sweet spot every single time. he felt your breathing pick up, and your breasts were pushed up against his thighs, along side with your nipples brushing up on his sweatpants.
“you gonna cum y/n? you’re going to cum all over me baby, okay? gonna make you squirt f’me.”
you quickly disagreed, shaking your head frantically, “j-james i can’t!” though he quickly silenced you with a slap to your ass. “you can, and you will. now cum.”
you felt like you were about piss all over him. you would genuinely never speak to him again if that happened. you began to flail and and kick your legs, “j-james! i’m about to pee- stop! please,please,pleaseee!”
he only laughed at you, “that means you’re almost there baby-“
at his words, a hot, large gush flew out your pussy. it instantly soaked his sweatpants, and splat on his floor. you moaned and stuffed your face into his forearm in burning embarrassment. james never stopped or slowed his hand, riding you throughout your orgasm.
“fuckkkk y/n… soaking my pants and hand like a slut. keep going baby don’t stop.” he groaned, finally pulling out of your heat, drawing a heart with your cum on your ass.
as the last spurts of your release came out, you immediately apologized. “did i seriously just piss on you? m’sorry james- so fucking embarrassing-“
“no no baby, you squirted. that was so sexy, i promise.” james leaned down and pressed a kiss to each of your ass cheeks. “you’re so pretty when you cum.. my pretty girl.”
and then you felt it, his hard cock that strained against the sweatpants you just soaked. and then just as you looked up at him:
