ᯓ 𝓦hen 𝓗eeseung ignores you at the 𝓒lub, you let another man buy you 𝓓rinks, but heeseung's been 𝓦atching the whole time, and he 𝓓rags you home to remind you 𝓔xactly who you belong 𝓣o.
⸝ ⤷ 𝓗eeseung ✘ 𝓡eader
⸝⸝ warnings: 𝓡ough sex, fingering, 𝓞ral, orgasm denial, 𝓗air pulling (brief), 𝓜ultiple orgasm, overstimulation, possessiveness, 𝓟et names (baby, pretty, good girl), 𝓕riend with benefits 𝓓ynamic. lmk if i missed any
The bass vibrated through the floor and went straight up to your spine. It was the only thing connecting you to the ground, the thrum of the club, the press of bodies, the taste of overpriced vodka on your tongue. Because he was here, and he acted like you completely didn’t exist.
Heeseung lounged in the back of the VIP section’s plush seating, long legs spread, drink held casually in his hand. His friends flanked him — jay laughing at something, jake nodding along, but heeseung wasn’t really there. His gaze lazily roamed the room. Purposefully not looking at you.
Fine. Two can play that game.
It had been four months since you started this routine. Friends with benefits, he had called it that first night, breath hot against your neck, hands already under your shirt. No strings. Just fun. And you had gone along with it, come on, you weren’t a fool.
Except that heeseung made it difficult to walk out on him. The way he fucks you — thorough, patient, cruel in the best way, had rewired your brain. And what’s worse? He knew it. That cocky smirk every time you came back for more. “Missed me?”
Tonight was supposed to be casual. He had invited you out with his circle of friends. “Come through. Dress nice” And you had, because you wanted to look good. And you wanted him to suffer.
Well..
He wasn’t suffering at all, he was totally ignoring you. Which drove you nuts.
So when a man came up to you — tall, decent jawline, clearly drunk enough to be bold, you didn’t brush him off. You turned, smiled slow, and let him buy you a drink.
“Im mark” he shouted over the music.
“Nice meeting you, mark” you replied, taking the drink. Patrón. Not even good tequila. But you sipped it anyway, tilting your head, allowing your eyes to drift to the VIP booth.
Heeseung was watching now.
Finally.
Mark leaned in closer. “You here alone?”
“No” your gaze flicked back to heeseung. He raised his drink to his lips — slow, deliberate. That tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Not jealous. Amused.
Your jaw tightened.
“My friends are over there” you said, gesturing vaguely “But they are boring tonight”
Mark grinned, clearly misreading “I can be fun”
Doubt it.
Another drink by your hand — something darker, smokier. You didn’t even hear what he’d ordered. You just drank, laughed at his lame jokes, touched his arm like you meant it. All while watching heeseung over mark’s shoulder.
He didn’t move. Same position, same arrogant confidence. But now his head was tilted, watching you perform like it was his favorite show. And then, slowly, he mouthed two words:
“Cute try”
Heat flooded your cheeks. Not embarrassment — fury.
“Another?” Mark offered, holding up two fingers to the bartender.
“Make it a 42” you said, because if you were going to play, you were sure as hell going to play hard. Don Julio 1942, the good shit. The kind of tequila that meant business.
You knocked it back, letting the warm hit your insides. You put down the glass, leaned into mark’s space, and said “Thanks for the drinks, you’re very… generous”
His hand landed on your waist “I can be more than that”
There it is.
But before you could answer, before you could even decide how far to push this, a shadow fell over both of you. Warm. Familiar. Smelling like expensive cologne and sin.
“Baby” Heeseung’s voice was low, smooth, right against your ear. His hand wrapped around your waist from behind, possessive and casual. “You’re being rude, you haven’t introduced me to your friend”
Mark’s hand dropped like he’d been burned.
You turned your head, glared up at heeseung. He was looking down at you with something dark in his eyes — not anger, not jealousy. Certainly.
“She’s fine” Mark said, irritated by the interruption “We were—“
“She’s mine” Heeseung cuts. Not loud. Just final. His grip on your waist tightened. “Thanks for the drinks tho. Real generous of you”
Mark retreated. Smart man.
You shoved heeseung’s chest. “What the fuck??”
He didn’t move. Just looked at you, that annoying smirk still in place “You done playing?”
“I wasn’t playing.”
“Mhm” His thumb traced a circle on your hip, right where the dress ended. “You let him buy you three drinks. You laughed at his jokes, which I can tell weren’t funny. Touched his arm several times” His eyes dropped to your lips “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“Obsessed much?”
“Just paying attention” He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear “You wanted me to watch, so i watched. And now Im taking you home to remind you why you don’t need to pull that shit”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “I don’t need a reminder”
“Yeah?” He pulled back, eyebrows raised “Then why’d you do all of that?”
Fuck.
He was right. You did it because you knew he would notice.
“You’re an asshole” you said.
“And you’re wet” He said it like a fact. “Now lets go”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand, pulled you past his friends with a quick “We’re leaving” and towed you toward the exit.
And you went. Because you were turned on, because your body had never learned how to say no to him.
—
By the time he pulled into the parking garage, you were vibrating with a mix of anger and want. You didn’t know which one would win.
He parked. Cut the engine. Turned to look at you.
“You gonna behave?” He asked.
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Wrong answer”
He got out, reached to your side and opened the door, you didn’t move. He leaned down. Unbuckled your seatbelt himself, lifted you out of the car like you weighed nothing.
“Put me the fuck down heeseung!”
“Nah” He carried you to the elevator, pressed the button, pinned you against the wall. His hips pressed against yours, and you could feel him, half hard already — thick through his jeans. “You wanted my attention. You got it.”
The elevator doors opened. He carried you down the hall, fumbled for his keys and kicked the door open.
And then you were inside. His apartment. His territory. His rules.
He let you down just long enough to lock the door. Then his hands were on you, gripping your waist, pushing you backward until your spine hit the wall.
“Lets get one thing straight” He said, voice low. “You can have all the attitude you want out here. In here?” His fingers hooked into the hem of your dress, pulling it up. “You’re mine, and you’re gonna admit it before Im done with you”
“Not a fucking chance”
He smirked. Slow. Dangerous. “We’ll see”
—
He kissed you like he was proving a point. Hard. Deep. Tongue touching yours, teeth grazing yout bottom lip until you gasped. His hands were everywhere — your ass, your tits through the sheer material of your dress, the back of your neck holding you exactly where he wanted you.
You clawed at his shirt, trying to regain some control. He lets you pull it over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest. Then he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, breaking the kiss.
“Keep your hands there.”
“Or what?”
He didn’t answer. Just dropped to his knees.
Your breath caught.
He pushed your dress up to your waist, fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs slow enough to make you shiver. Then he looked up at you, eyes dark, lips parted, and lowered his mouth to your cunt.
No warning. No teasing. Just his tongue glat against your clit, eating you out like he was starving.
“Oh fuck—“ your head smacked the wall. Your hands stayed up because you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel.
He groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your spine. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for him. He licked you like he had all night, broad strokes, quick flicks, dipping inside you just to taste.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured against your cunt. “Was it him ? Or was it me?”
“Shut—fuck—shut up—“
He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard, making your knees buckle. He held you up, didn’t stop. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling against that spot that makes you see stars.
“Answer me” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His fingers kept moving, fingering you slow and deep. “Who made you this wet?”
“You” you gasped “Fuck, heeseung—you—“
“Good girl”
He went back to your clit, and this time he was merciless. His tongue worked your clit while his fingers pumped in and out — curling, spreading, finding every place that made you moan. You were close, so close, your thighs shaking, your hips grinding against his face desperately, chasing your release.
And then he stopped.
“No—no, what the—“
He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “You don’t get to cum yet, pretty”
“I fucking hate you”
“I know” He grabbed your wrist, pulled you toward the bedroom. “You can hate me on your knees”
He sat on the edge of the bed, jeans still on, bulge straining against the zipper. You stood in front of him, dress bunched at your waist, panties gone, wondering how things gout out of your hands.
“On your knees” he said, not a request.
You dropped. Slowly. Staring up at him the whole time.
“Mhm, there she is” he reached down, cupped your chin, stroked his thumb against your bottom lip. “Open”
You turned your head. “Make me”
His eyes flashed. He grabbed a fistful of your hair— not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to mean it — and guided your mouth to his zipper. “You wanna be a brat? Fine. But you’re gonna suck my dick either way. Your choice how long it takes, baby.”
You glared at him. He raised an eyebrow while smirking.
Fuck.
You unzipped his jeans, pulling him out — and he was so hard, thick, leaking, exactly the size that split you open every time.
You licked the tip, just to be difficult. Then swirled your tongue slow. Watching his jaw clench.
“Fuck—“
You took him deeper. Not all the way yet — just enough to hear him breathe heavier. Your hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with your mouth, and you set a rhythm that was yours. Slow. Teasing. Pulling back every time he got close to the back of your throat.
“Jesus—” he muttered. His hand tightened in your hair. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth full of me”
You hummed in response — and the vibration made his hips jerk.
“That’s it.” He started guiding your head, setting a faster pace. “Take it. All of it.”
You let him guide you. Relaxed your throat, allow him to push deeper, tears streamed down your cheeks. You gagged once, twice — and he groaned like it was the best sound he’d ever heard.
“Look at me”
You looked up. Eyes red. Mascara smudged, his cock in your mouth. His gaze went down to you, looking at you like you were something precious and filthy.
“Good fucking girl.” He breathed. “Now swallow”
He came right down your throat, before you could ever decide whether to obey. Hot. Thick. Pulsing. You swallowed, because you had no choice, because his hand held you there, because your body obeyed him even when your brain screamed.
He pulled out slowly, wiping your chin with his thumb — kissing you. Deep. Dirty. Tasting yourself and him mixed together.
“On the bed” He said. “Face down. Ass up.”
—
You crawled onto the bed, legs barely holding you. Positioned yourself like he wanted, cheek against the sheets, hips tilted, ass in the air.
He didn’t make you wait.
You felt him climbing behind you — head of his cock pressed against your entrance, still slick from your mouth. He teased you, just the tip, just enough to make you push back.
“Beg”
“No?”
He pushed in. All the way. One slow brutal thrust that filled you so completely you couldn’t breathe.
“Heeseung—“
“Thats not begging” He pulled out — slammed back in. “Thats my name. Try again”
Your fingers twisted in the sheets. He was so deep in you, hitting places that made your vision blur. Each thrust punched a sound out of you — whimpers, moans, words you didn’t even mean so say.
“Please—“
“Please what?”
“Please heeseung—fuck me harder—”
He laughed. Actually laughed. Then grabbed your hips and did exactly what you asked him to.
The sound— skin slapping, your moans, his grunts, filled the room. He fucked you like he owned you.
“Fuck, Im gonna—Im gonna cum—“
“Not yet.”
He pulled out. You sobbed.
He flipped you over. Settled between your legs, pushed your knees up to your chest — and slid back inside you in one motion. This position was worse, or better, because you had to look at him. Had to see his annoying face, his dark eyes, his sweaty hair falling perfectly into his forehead.
“You wanted to piss me off tonight” he said, thrusting slow and deep. “Thought some random dude could make me jealous”
You tried to glare, but your eyes kept rolling back. “It worked.”
“It didn’t” He leaned down, lips brushing yours. “Because I know you. I know this body.” His hand slid down, thumb finding your clit. “I know exactly how to make you fall apart”
He pressed down on your clit in tight circles — and your back arched off the bed.
“I know you cum the fastest when Im deep like this.” He thrust harder.
“Heeseung—“
“I know your body better than you do.” His pace quickened. “And I know how to do you right.”
You were so close. So fucking close. But he slowed down again — cruel, deliberate,ade you wanna kill him.
“Say it” he said “Say your body belongs to me.”
“No—“
He stopped moving.
Completely.
You could feel him inside you, thick and unmoving. Your hip buckled, trying to get friction, but he held you down with one hand on your pelvis.
“Say it.” He repeated. “Or we stop. Right now”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, try me.”
You stared at him. He stared back. And you knew in your bones, in your soaked cunt, in your racing heart, that he meant it. He’d pull out, walk away, leave you aching.
“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered.
“I know” He kissed your forehead — soft and tender. Completely at odds with the sick buried deep inside you. “Now say it.”
Your pride burned. But your body burned hotter.
“Yours” you gasped “My body—it’s yours, heeseung, please just move—”
He smirked. And then he moved.
He fucked you good through three orgasms. The first one hit when he started moving again—hard, fast, his thumb circling on your clit. You screamed—clamped down around him, and he didn’t slow don. The second one came when you were still shaking from the first. So intense—your vision went black at the edges. You tried to push him away, but he pinned your wrists above your head.
“Don’t.” He growled “You started this. You finish it.”
The third one was different. Slower. Deeper. He pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap—facing him, arms around his neck. He held you close, buried his face in your shoulder, and fucked you—rolling his hips making your toes curl.
“Cum for me one more time” he whispered against your skin. “Then I’ll come inside you. And we’re done.”
You couldn’t. You had nothing left. You were overstimulated, oversensitive, every nerve in you ending raw.
And then he bit your shoulder—just hard enough, and you shattered.
He followed right after—groaning your name, filling you up, holding you so tightly.
—
You collapsed together. Sweaty bodies, heavy breaths. Your body hummed, you couldn’t feel your legs.
Heeseung pulled out gently—and disappeared for moment. Came back with a warm washcloth, cleaned you up like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t just try to destroy each other.
Then he climbed back into the bed and pulled you against his chest.
“I hate you.” You mumbled against his chest.
“I know damn well” he kissed the top of your head.
—
A minute passed. Maybe ten. You were drifting , half asleep, completely wrecked.
Then he spoke again. Voice soft and smug.
“Next time you want my attention, just say so”
You punched his chest lightly. He laughed. Warm and bright. Holding you tighter.
sunghoon just wants to bite you, so why is the universe making it so complicated for him? alternatively-- the five times where sunghoon wants to bite you + the one time he actually does.
vampire!park sunghoon x f!!reader, ft. jake
fluff/comedy(?), smut, minuscule angst
wc: 28.9k
cw: MDNI, mentions of biting, violent language that comes with aforementioned biting, eating people in a vampire way, lots of blood talk, first times, mention of poor eating habits, p in v, unprotected sex, handjobs, fingering, i lowkey trolled on the smut ngl
enchive's lttr: im not gonna lie everything i had planned for this fic went out of the window LOL i changed a lot from my initial idea. but nevertheless i hope u enjoy i lowkey felt like i trolled on this too much… ALSO SMALL SPOILER ABT WHAT'S HERE but should clarify . i love sangwon he's my ult but i saw a pic of him on twt where the light made it seem like he had fangs and i got soo dizzy thinking about vamp sangwon too…
Being a vampire was so tedious.
Sunghoon always had to wear sun protection no matter where he went, constantly sporting long sleeves and jeans despite the weather. His face always had a white cast on it from the constant layers of sunscreen he reapplied on his skin. He could never sit near the windows in his classes either, always having to choose the seat farthest from the light. And when the sun began to pierce through the glass and creep across the floor, he would have to quietly gather his things and move before the delicate rays would even get a chance to brush against his (heavily guarded) skin. Summer was miserable for him, and he could never enjoy the beach like his friends did. He always had to obsessively monitor the UV index like a wannabe “alpha male” checking their stocks and bitcoin.
He’d always have to drink his human blood in class, too, always cautiously sipping on the viscous liquid from his black thermos and pretending like it was coffee. The metallic scent lingered in his nose for hours afterward no matter how quickly he swallowed it down, and he’d constantly have to lap at his lips to hide the faint burgundy stains before someone noticed.
Eating normal food was equally annoying. Technically, vampires could consume human food if they wanted to, but it tasted like damp cardboard at best and expired garbage at worst. Still, pretending to eat was necessary when he was around other people, which meant Sunghoon had spent the last several years mastering the art of pushing food around on a plate while nodding through conversations. And not only was it annoying, but Sunghoon genuinely had to fight for his life during lunch whenever his classmates or friends had garlic in their food, which was nearly all the time considering how much garlic Koreans used on a day-to-day basis. (He hadn’t lived long enough to evolve to where he was immune to garlic. Curse immortality.)
Everything was such a hassle. Not to mention the sheer internal humiliation he was facing. Vampires used to be feared once as creatures of the night, blood-sucking ravagers that made people light incense at their doors and hang garlic wreaths on their windows. But that was centuries ago, and now, Sunghoon spent most of his immortal existence trying to pass his university classes and buying bulk sunscreen at the Costco that was so busy he had almost let himself wilt in the sun one day. Don’t even mention the fact that vampires were so romanticized that nobody could take them seriously— he had a real bone to pick with Robert Pattinson.
Despite that, surprisingly, that wasn’t the vampire’s biggest problem.
No, the biggest problem that Sunghoon was facing was you.
His biggest problem sat three seats away from him every Friday from 11 AM to 11:50 AM. His biggest problem smelled so fucking good that it nearly made Sunghoon moan out loud the first time he ever walked past you in class. His biggest problem was the cute little human that was so nervous and meek that not once had you spoken up in class. Sunghoon didn’t know if he hated being around you because it made him almost go feral, or if he liked you because you smelled so delicious that Fridays were genuinely the only thing he looked forward to.
He couldn’t help but always stare at you during class, his brain throbbing with how fucking tasty your blood smelled from under your skin. Sometimes, Sunghoon caught himself imagining what it would feel like to sink his fangs into your throat– to break through your epidermis, taste warmth, dig his fangs into your veins and drink until your pulse finally slowed beneath his mouth. The thoughts were intrusive, violent, and embarrassingly frequent.
And sometimes, when you sat close enough, Sunghoon could practically hear your blood throbbing and rushing through your veins– so hot and tempting. You had to be AB+, Sunghoon could just smell it lingering in the air, the scent of the protein-rich blood type. It made him feel like how he was when he first turned. Back then, even a mere paper cut would send his tastebuds into turmoil. He had never reacted this strongly to a human before, let alone someone in a random university discussion section.
He just wanted to bite you so fucking bad that it made his sharp fangs ache with desire.
“Alright, everyone,” your TA, Heeseung, called out from the front of the classroom. “Since the midterm project is due in a month, I’m assigning partners today.” Everyone’s expressions flickered with disappointment and annoyance, but Sunghoon barely looked up from his laptop. Why were people complaining when it was literally in the syllabus…
Usually, group projects didn’t bother him. Humans tended to avoid him naturally anyway– something about his permanent blank expression and tendency to stare too long made most people keep their distance. It worked out well for him. The less interaction he had with humans, the less likely he was to accidentally reveal his identity. He didn’t care if he ended up with most of the work anyway; he was infinitely more competent than the rest of his peers.
But when Heeseung opened his mouth to reveal the first pair, the two names that he didn’t expect fell from his lips. “Sunghoon and Y/N?” the TA looked at the both of you with satisfied smiles.
Sunghoon’s entire body went rigid, and if he had any blood flowing through his system, then it would’ve flooded his entire face with a flush. Slowly, carefully, the vampire lifted his head to glance at you, mustering up all of the courage he could. And of course, you met eyes with him. You looked equally surprised, blinking at the TA before your gaze awkwardly shifted back toward him. You sent him a small and awkward smile, accompanied with a tiny wave of your hand. Sunghoon could only stare back before he realized he was being kind of rude, so he offered you a nod of his head to acknowledge your greeting.
After class, he planned to approach you after everyone filed out of the classroom, but you surprised him as you came up to him. “Hi,” you said quietly, clutching your notebook against your chest as you approached him. “Uhm, I’m Y/N. I guess we’re partners now...”
Sunghoon stared at your face. Your pulse fluttered immediately beneath your skin, bumping rapidly under your points. He could hear and feel all of it. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat, the smooth flow of blood moving through your veins, the warmth radiating off your body in waves strong enough to take him under. He wanted to thank Heeseung for giving him the best opportunity to drain your blood– fuck, he should treat the TA to a meal or something for giving him the tastiest meal possible.
“Uhm, Sunghoon?”
His eyes snapped back up to your face as he swallowed the drool accumulating in his mouth. “Yes?” he answered quickly. He heard your heartbeat speed up, pounding even harder at his response.
“Uhm, uh… do you want to exchange numbers and text about the project later? I have to go back to my place before I have work…” You shyly smiled. Sunghoon nodded, fumbling his cellphone out of his pocket. You gently took it from his cold hands, punching in your number and saving your contact under your first and last name with “(ethics discussion)” at the end of your name. “Uhm, I’ll see you later!” You waved cheerfully before skedaddling off, your sneakers squeaking against the tiled floors.
Oh, he was so going to eat you.
You texted back at 9 PM, when Sunghoon was comfortably lounging on his couch with a blood bag in his left hand and the television remote in the other.
He perked up, opening your chat box to see you diligently asking about the project.
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): hi sunghoon! i just got out of work, sorry for the late text.
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): do u want to meet up this weekend to start the project?
Park Sunghoon: Yes. My schedule is free this weekend.
Park Sunghoon: We can do tomorrow if that is not too soon.
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): YAY awesome! ur so hardworking
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): uhmm do u want to meet at the library?
Park Sunghoon: Yes. I will be at the library. What time?
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): UHMM maybe liek uhmmm 4pm if that’s not too late? I wanna sleep in hehehe
Park Sunghoon: Okay. We can meet. I will get there early to reserve us a table.
y/n l/n (ethics discussion): oke but don’t feel like u have to get there early!! thanks sunghoon n gn!
Park Sunghoon: Goodnight.
The next day, Sunghoon arrived to the library at 3:15 PM sharp.
He really didn’t mean to come that early– but he was just so fucking hungry, he just couldn’t wait to sink his fangs into you.
He walked around the library, trying to find a secluded area. He scored the jackpot when he found a table nestled in the corner of the vast library, away from any open windows and private enough that most people wouldn’t walk by it. He had already organized all of the materials they needed for the project into neat piles: his ethics textbook, laptop, notes, printed sources, and color-coded sticky tabs.
He sat for the next 35 minutes, leaning back and staring at the project guidelines. Nobody walked past in the last half an hour, making Sunghoon even more giddy. He was gonna bite you, and you were going to be sooo tasty. He was practically drooling at the thought of ingesting your delectable blood, squirming in his seat as his body caught up with the excitement
Sunghoon paused. His eyes slowly drifted around, examining his surroundings once more. He spotted at least three cameras, the lens practically staring him down and winking at him with a red light every couple of seconds. He frowned. What was he thinking? Dracula, he was being so stupid.
He couldn’t just eat you here, especially when he was just assigned to be your project partner. Humans were annoyingly investigative nowadays, too. If you suddenly disappeared after meeting him alone for the first time, he would immediately become the prime suspect. Heeseung assigned you both to be project partners just yesterday in front of at least 19 other witnesses. And even worse— your text messages were sitting right there on his phone, immediately pointing him as the culprit.
Fuck, murder was so complicated in the modern age. Sunghoon missed it when he could simply go in, suck some blood, and disappear into the night to become a village legend.
The vampire grimaced, clicking his tongue irritably and leaned back into his chair with a sigh. Maybe he’d just take a little blood instead…? Ugh, but even though Sunghoon had lived for wayy too long, he still couldn’t find the proper balance between “just a little bit more” and “certain death.” And he was sure that if he didn’t take enough, you’d remember and report him for being a weird cannibal pervert.
Sunghoon’s overthinking was interrupted as his nose caught the whiff of something familiar and enticing.
His tongue instinctively darted out, as if he could taste it in the air. It sat exquisite, heated, and heavy on his senses. He sniffed, trying to hide the fact that he was really smelling the aroma of delicious blood. Soon, you stumbled into his sight, holding an Iced Americano with your sneakers squeaking against the floor. His grip tightened on his mechanical pencil, and he instantly covered his mouth. He felt like Edward Cullen in that science class.
“Sorry, Sunghoon! Were you waiting long?” You pouted, making quick work to set down your Americano on the table and pulling out all of your things.
“It is fine,” he coldly dismissed, looking at his things before looking back up. He was momentarily stunned when he finally looked at you properly. You looked… endearing. You wore an oversized hoodie that swallowed the top of your legs, your hair slightly messy like you had rushed to get ready, and your lips were glossy and plump. He could hear your heart pumping wildly, trying to supply oxygen back to your muscles. You definitely ran here.
“Are– are you mad? I’m sorry…” You meekly mumbled again. He felt a bit sad, honestly, at how pathetic you seemed. You looked like a kicked puppy. Sunghoon sighed, reluctantly reassuring you once more. After all, blood tasted worse when emotions were sullen, and he wanted to optimize your flavor.
“I’m not mad, I promise,” he tried to lay it on thick, a tone of reassurance that he was sure to placate you. And placate you, it did. You instantly perked up, a smile stretching across your lips.
“Yay, okay. Uhm, should we get started?” You asked. He nodded.
“Yes, I already have the guidelines pulled up–”
“Really? Can I see?” You cheerfully cut him off, immediately invading his personal space as you pulled your chair next to him, your head craning to look at his laptop. He caught a whiff of your shampoo, so soft and clean and melding into the fragrance of your perfume. “This looks hard– can I scroll?” You peered up at him with sparkling eyes, and Sunghoon couldn’t say no.
“Sure,” he replied. You smiled and scrolled through the PDF, groaning silently.
“A 10-pager? Seems like it’s not gonna be too hard, but I hope Heeseung isn’t strict. He’s grading it, right?” You looked at him for silent approval. He gave you back a nod in response, his jaw clenching at your close proximity. His gaze naturally drifted down to your neck, where he could almost see through your skin the beats of your pulse throbbing against the junction of your neck and under your jaw. He swallowed and looked back at your eyes, where you looked a bit confused. “Uhm, okay, I’ll share a document, and then we can get started!”
Sunghoon watched as you went back to open your laptop, decorated in cute stickers messily with the remnants of old glue still sticking to the case. “Sunghoon, should we do an ice breaker before we start?” You asked shyly. He raised an eyebrow. An icebreaker? “Like– ya know, to know each other better… I think it’ll make our synergy better!”
“Sure, we can do an ice breaker. What should we do? Name, year, major?” He asked, going along with your wishes. If he did, you’d probably like him better, right? Maybe it’ll help him suck your blood faster…
“Sounds good! Uhm, my name is Y/N, I’m a second year, and then I’m an Philosophy major! How about you?” You chirped, looking up at him eager, your cheeks.
“My name is Sunghoon, I am a third year, and I am a Business major,” he parroted the template. You looked satisfied with his response.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were older than me!” You giggled, clicking something on your laptop. “Sunghoon, what’s your email?” You pouted.
“Here, give me your laptop, I will type it in for you,” he smoothly replied. You slid the laptop towards him, allowing him to punch in his email so that you guys could share the document. You clapped, only your palms hitting together while your fingers outstretched, resonating a silent smacking sound. Meanwhile, he was struggling to type his email, pressing in the line key-by-key with slow fingers. You didn’t seem to notice, too distracted by rose-colored glasses apparently.
“Awesome! I’m so grateful we’re partners, Sunghoon. You seem like such a diligent worker,” You unexpectedly praised him. Sunghoon’s eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden compliment. Nonetheless, he responded politely with a steady thanks. He opened the shared document, already seeing that you had pasted down the project guidelines to the empty sheet.
“Uhm, let’s see… So, let’s pick a specific argument first! Since our project is about the ethics of human interaction, uhm… let’s see…” You hummed, and Sunghoon nearly mistook your vocal projection for the sound of your blood humming in your veins. He stared at you directly, the contact never wavering from your face. For some reason, your BPM became rapid, and he could sense the warmth of your blood travelling to your face. You kept glancing between him and your laptop screen, your expression seemingly awkward.
“Oh, how about uhm, intent vs. impact! I think it’s prevalent enough everywhere to be easy, but if you think about it enough, you could really get in there!” You suggested, your posture straightening as you looked at Sunghoon.
“Hm? Could you tell me about it more?” He coaxed you gently with a low voice. You pursed your lips, your arms coming up and tensing in front of your chest before you nodded.
“Well…” You tucked your legs beneath your chair thoughtfully, tilting your head to the left and glancing at one of the library shelves before looking back at him, “Like, if someone wants to hurt another person but chooses not to, does that still make them a bad person?” You smiled, eyes silently seeking for his approval yet again, and when you didn’t get it, you continued to ramble, “Because technically, everyone has intrusive thoughts sometimes, right? But I think restraint matters more than the thought itself.”
Restraint. Sunghoon almost laughed. You had no idea, you really had no idea.
“I think intent matters,” you continued softly. “Like… if someone is trying really hard not to hurt another person, then they probably care about them, right?”
Sunghoon stared at you for a long moment before quietly asking, “And if they still want to?” You blinked, a little taken aback.
“Want to what?” You asked, your voice coated thicky with sweetness and innocence.
Hurt you, devour you, sink teeth into your throat until the coppery smell and metallic taste drowned out every coherent thought lingering.
Instead, Sunghoon simply gestured vaguely toward the assignment sheet. “Cause harm,” he answered smoothly, as if his thirst didn’t make his head ring.
“Oh.” You nodded slowly. “I dunno… I think wanting something isn’t immoral by itself.” You shrugged, your voice shrinking, “It’s more about whether they act on it…?” Your voice trailed off, waiting for Sunghoon to approve of what it was saying before further explaining. The older man nodded with you.
“Sure– I think it is a good argument to make.” He smiled. Your entire body seemed to have relaxed when he finally showed you a semblance of his approval.
“Okay, yay, great!” You cheerfully responded, beginning to messily construct an outline of your shared paper. Sunghoon silently watched you as you worked. Your brows furrowed slightly as you began to concentrate, your bottom lip getting trapped between your teeth every few seconds while you typed. Every time you slightly leaned forward to read something on the screen, the neckline of your hoodie shifted just enough to expose more of your throat.
It was genuinely becoming difficult for him to think. Even more so when you casually began suggesting more ideas to him, as if you were mocking his situation.
“Maybe we can talk about how restraint itself is a form of care?” you proposed absentmindedly. “Like… choosing not to hurt someone even when you really want to. Ah, wait but… if you really think about it, if you really want to hurt someone, that could make you like… an asshole or something, right? I dunno…” Your thoughts seemed to flurry out of your mouth. “I’m experiencing so much cognitive dissonance right now thinking about our arguments…”
Sunghoon’s fingers tightened around his mechanical pencil hard enough for the plastic to creak. You looked up at the sound immediately. “You okay, Sunghoon?” You tilted your head with a furrow of your eyebrows and a confused little pout. He nodded, sharply inhaling.
“My mind is crowded.” He breathed out. “Just thinking about ethics too hard, you know?”
“Mmm, I get ya!” You giggled, and Sunghoon was beginning to think you were a little oblivious to your surroundings. Meanwhile, he could hear everything. The soft inhales of your breaths, the tiny swallows in your throat after each sip of coffee, and especially the steady pulse beneath your skin. Your body and organ complexes were disgustingly loud. “Oh!” You suddenly perked up again. “We should probably divide the workload.”
“Okay,” he nonchalantly responded, trying to steady his own breathing, inhaling and exhaling through his nose as you continued to babble on.
“You seem smart, so maybe you can handle the philosophical theories?” You smiled sheepishly. “And I can do the case studies and formatting?” Smart? He supposed living for over a century did give him a slight academic advantage.
“That works.”
“Yay.” You clapped softly again. “Oh, and we should probably exchange schedules too.”
He nodded once more while you reached for your phone, sending him a quick text with a picture of your schedule. He slowly worked through his phone, trying to find a picture of his schedule and scrolling on the screen with a single, determined finger. You watched, curious as the supposed third year university student struggled to find one simple photo. He cursed in his head. Samsung phones have been out for 38 years already, shit– how am I still bad at this?
Sunghoon grumbled under his breath, thumb hovering uncertainly over his screen while he tried to figure out how to attach the image. You stared for a moment before quietly laughing.
“…You don’t know how to send photos, Sunghoon?”
He jumped, not even realizing that you crept up to be beside him. His senses were dulled with the sheer amount of concentration he was using to try to send a photo to you. “I do,” he immediately defended. You tilted your head, looking like you didn’t exactly believe him.
“Sunghoon, you have your brightness at maximum.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” He retorted, his voice sharper than he intended.
“Oh my God.” You dissolved into another laugh, shoulders jumping up and down as your whole body was wracked with the sounds of your amusement. “Give me your phone.”
Sunghoon reluctantly handed it over, and your fingers brushed his briefly. Warm. So warm. His throat tightened instantly, and he swallowed down the bubble of hunger that was creeping up his throat. Meanwhile, you blinked down at his phone before gasping quietly. “Wait.” Your body froze.
Sunghoon stiffened. Shit, did you accidentally find his masterlist of every vampire who went to your university? Did you stumble upon the website he used for discreet blood bag shipping? Oh my Dracula, you probably found that stupid video Jake took on his phone when they were mixing blood packets with cranberry juice to make that stupid Vampire’s Kiss cocktail–
“Your font size is HUGE.”
The vampire breathed a sigh of relief. “What?”
“I swear, my grandma’s phone looks like this too.” You giggled, squinting at his screen. “Why is everything the size of a billboard?”
“My eyes are bad,” he defended flatly, crossing his arms, noticing the way you were momentarily distracted at the motion. He looked down briefly to see his muscles bulging, amused at your reaction. You quickly snapped out of it.
“Aren’t you like– 20 something??”
Sunghoon paused. Technically, he was closer to one hundred and 20 something, but you didn’t need to know that. “My eyes are still bad,” he repeated stubbornly. You dissolved into laughter beside him, the sound startlingly bright in the quiet library. Sunghoon stared at you, momentarily distracted from his hunger by the way your nose scrunched as you laughed so hard.
Cute.
The thought appeared so suddenly in his brain that it genuinely irritated him.
You were supposed to be food. Not cute.
You worked through his phone more, adjusting the brightness to a lower setting. “Dude, your phone probably dies in like– three hours with the screen this bright.”
“I like seeing my screen.” He raised up his hands, the urge to defend himself with every attack on his phone getting stronger and stronger.
“You’re kind of like an old man.”
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes slightly. “You are very talkative.”
Your laughter instantly died. “Oh.” You shrunk a little into yourself. “Sorry.” Your pulse dipped sadly beneath your skin, and Sunghoon immediately regretted speaking. He was beginning to notice that your emotions affected your scent more than other humans. He knew that emotions could affect the taste, but he could literally inhale and digest the aroma of sulkiness permeating off of your skin. Happiness made your blood smell sweeter somehow, relieving like ice cream on a hot sunny day. Meanwhile embarrassment and sadness dulled the fragrance into something muted.
“No,” he corrected awkwardly. “I did not mean it negatively.” You blinked at him. “I just mean…” He paused. Dracula, social interaction with humans was awful. “I do not mind listening to you.”
The silence afterward was deafening, and Sunghoon was almost afraid that he said something wrong when suddenly, your heartbeat abruptly skyrocketed. “Oh,” you squeaked softly. Sunghoon frowned slightly. Why were you reacting like that? You quickly looked away from him, pretending to fix his phone settings while your whole body seemed to rush with blood. “Uhm, okay! I fixed your brightness and your font size a little.”
“A little?”
“Yes. I left it a bit big because apparently, you’re eighty years old.” Close enough, he supposed.
“You are mean,” he deadpanned.
You gasped dramatically. “I’m literally helping you!”
“Yeah? By calling me old?” He poked his cheek with his tongue. You huffed, handing his phone back to him with both hands. Sunghoon took it from you carefully, and yet again, your fingers brushed. So fucking warm, even at your fingertips. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t pick up on how fast your heart was pumping again, and how the blood was hustling towards your cheeks.
You had already turned back toward your laptop, entirely oblivious to the internal warfare happening beside you. “Okay!” You chirped. “Back to ethics before we both fail!”
You pulled your chair closer to him without asking and seemed to have relaxed, because you continued to ramble on about literally anything. Your voice grew louder with every passing minute, words spilling out easier and easier the more comfortable you became around him. He was impressed with the way you multitasked– typing and babbling off as if words simply generated from your throat. Sometimes you’d randomly trail off topic entirely, rambling about your coworkers, complaining about your professors, or making dramatic comments about how hard the paper was (even though you were hard carrying the articulation of each sentence.)
Hours had passed, and before he knew it, the front desk worker’s voice crackled over the speaker. “It is now 10 PM, the library is now closed. I repeated, it is now 10 PM, the library is now closed.”
“It’s already 10 PM? Wow, I didn’t even notice. We’ve been here for six hours!” You gasped, quickly slamming your laptop shut and shoving everything into your backpack. Sunghoon was pleasantly surprised too. Time had gone by so fast that he didn’t realize that 6 hours had already passed since you’ve guys started. He glanced down at his laptop, amused as he only saw one page of the 10-pager written.
“Seems like we have gotten a lot of work done,” he joked. You giggled, nodding as you stood up. You nearly tripped, and he heard your heartbeat spike as you almost slipped on the wooden floor. “Careful now,” he said lowly, watching you with keen eyes as he packed his own bag. You smiled shyly and nodded. He stood up, and you both began to walk together out of the library.
“I’m hungry,” You complained. “Uhm— so, I’ll text you later and we can meet another time this week? Sounds good?” You smiled, giving him a thumbs-up.
“Yes, that works for me.” He nodded. “I will see you later. Text me when you get home so I know you arrived safely.” And yet again, your blood began to splotch on your cheeks.
“Okaayy, will do! Get home safe~” you chirped, before prattling off to the parking garage. Sunghoon waited, looking around discreetly to see if anyone was nearby. He tucked himself into a blind spot, before his figure dispersed into bats, leaving only a shadow of a vampire behind.
“Hi Sunghoon!”
Your bright and cheery voice was something that he had gotten used to over the past week, seeing you at the library almost everyday. Sunghoon didn’t expect to work with you so often, but it just happened naturally, your “hard working days” escalating as each day passed until they became so consistent that it was sort of an expectation to see you so often. Throughout the week, he seemed to get to know you more and more–
Not enough to stop viewing you as his potential blood bag, obviously.
But he wasn’t exactly finding out useful things either, which he feels is somewhat of a step-up. Maybe he’ll earn good karma points for being a sympathetic blood-sucker. He knew you actually hated Iced Americanos, but only ordered them to “fit in.” He found out you gnawed on your little fingers when you were stressed, biting off the dead skin that bordered your nails when things got especially tough for your brain. He also knew you worked too much, slept too little, and apologized every time you spoke for longer than thirty seconds.
Maybe Sunghoon was just getting weirder the more he hung out with you. He didn’t know– as long as he got what he wanted out of it.
“Hello, Y/N,” he greeted back, already situated at a table. The library was too crowded these days with midterms approaching, so instead, you guys found a cozy little cafe to study at in the city. You offered him a ride, but Jake was already going into the city, so he hitched a ride with his roommate.
“Am I late again?” You pouted, your hair frazzled and hoodie haphazardly dangling over the expanse of your head. He shook his head with a charming smile.
“Just on time, I promise.” He gave you a quick nod.
“Wait— you know what? You’re right. You’re the one who’s always early. Why do I always feel late?” You grumbled, sitting down. You looked so delicate, so fragile. The undertone of your skin was slightly off, not as warm as usual. There were dark bags under your eyes, hollowing out your face and making you look gauntly. Sunghoon grumbled under his breath– if you were sick, then how else would he get his protein from your blood?
“Are you okay?” He asked.
You blinked at him, almost surprised by the question. “Hm?” You quickly smiled quickly, as if it was an instinct. “Yeah! Why?”
Your heartbeat was slower than usual, pumping sluggishly as if doing the bare minimum to keep you alive. Your movements were too, even the way you reached for your laptop seemed to not be as hyperactive as you usually were. “You look tired,” he answered simply.
You laughed weakly. “Really? Do I?”
“Yes,” he answered. Your shoulders dropped. It was like finally being seen was alleviating a weird pressure from your body.
“I had two shifts back-to-back yesterday.” You sighed. You pulled your sleeves over your hands, nervously rubbing your wrists together. “And then I stayed up finishing another paper for one of my philosophy classes…” Sunghoon frowned.
Humans were strange creatures, indeed. You required sleep, food, water, sunlight, emotional support, and apparently eight million hours of studying just to survive through the perilous journey of university. How exhausting– he could just stay up all night until his brain felt ready to take an exam, or work on a paper until it was revised to perfection. Being a vampire did have its perks.
“You should have rested,” he stated obviously. You smiled, trying to hold back a snarky remark. Sunghoon seemed to have noticed the resistance in your expression, because he added a very short, “I am serious. You should rest and take care of yourself. This is not good for your wellbeing or health.” Sunghoon suddenly became aware of how blunt he sounded. Most humans usually found him cold when he spoke like that, so he sort of expected a weird reaction from you, but instead, you only stared at him for a moment before a soft giggle escaped your lips.
“That almost sounded like you were worried about me, Sunghoon.” Your voice was almost teasing.
He was, because if you collapsed from exhaustion, your blood quality would worsen heavily, and all of the medicine that would be pumped into you if you fainted from exhaustion would make it taste like shit. “I just need my project partner functioning,” he replied smoothly. Your smile widened at his words.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, your tone indicating to him that you didn’t exactly believe him. He narrowed his eyes, perplexed at the subtle gauge.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Your heartbeat sped up. It seemed to do that a lot around him, and he didn’t know why. All that he knew was that it was making him start drooling a little–
Sunghoon blinked once, forcing himself to focus. Your heartbeat was doing that thing again. It was pumping faster in uneven beats. It was noticeable, and he almost considered asking you if you had a family history of heart conditions or heart palpitations or something along those lines. As you were typing on your laptop, he suddenly picked up on something. It was barely visible to the eye, but of course, his keen pupils locked onto it. Your hands were shaking, trembling delicately at the tips and moving down to wrack at your digits. He inhaled sharply, pretending to take a deep breath when his sharp nose caught a whiff of something unusual– your blood wasn’t as sweet as usual. Were your glucose levels down?
“Did you eat today?” he asked suddenly. You looked up suddenly at his abrupt question.
“…What?” You replied dumbly.
He frowned slightly, wrinkles forming in between his thick eyebrows. “Food. Did you eat.”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You laughed weakly. “I mean, uh, yeah, kind of? I had a granola bar– it was really good! It had chocolate chips, those are my favorite types of granola bars!”
Sunghoon exhaled deeply through his nose. A granola bar was not food. That was, at best, a suggestion of food. “That is not enough.”
That got a real laugh out of you this time. “Sure it is, Sunghoon! Don’t worry, I’ll be fine! Why are you so particular about my breakfast anyway?”
Because if you collapsed or passed out or fainted, it’d be so inconvenient. You’d taste bland, just like the hospital. And then for the sake of optimizing your blood (and morally, he guessed), he’d have to wait until you were in your prime health condition. Because–
“Because you are my project partner.” You hummed like you accepted that explanation, but your eyes lingered on him a second too long, like you were trying to decipher if there was something else underneath it.
“You should order something,” he added after a moment.
“I’m fine,” you said automatically.
Your stomach betrayed you immediately after with an embarrassing grumble. You snapped your head towards him, eyes as wide as saucers. You looked around before slowly sinking into your hoodie so you could disappear inside it. “…That was not me,” you whispered, tightening the strings around your hood. Sunghoon’s lips twitched, amused at your sudden, cute behavior. He abruptly stood up when your stomach made another rumble.
“Where are you going?” You asked, a hint of concern laced in your voice. Your body tensed as you sat up properly.
“Food,” he answered, grabbing his wallet off the table.
“For you?” You raised an eyebrow, your body relaxed at the answer he gave you.
“For you,” he corrected, “We are at a cafe. You should have ordered something before starting your work.”
“That’s not– you don’t need to do that,” you rushed out immediately, already reaching for your bag. “I can just– I’ll go grab something–”
“You will sit.”
His commanding voice left you stunned, and Sunghoon paused for half a second, as if he himself was surprised by his own tone too. He then adjusted his coat as if nothing had happened. “I will return.”
His weird, formal tone made you chuckle under your breath. You watched his back as he left to order something from the table. He looked so endearing as he leaned in, nose nearly pressing against the glass as he carefully read the description. Huh, maybe his eyes were really that bad. But your attention was more focused on the cashier, who was giggling and blushing as Sunghoon pointed out a few pastries. You pouted, a weird sulking feeling in your chest. The older man seemed to sense it for an odd reason, because he looked around with a confused expression before looking back at the cash register.
When he came back, he put down a white paper box filled to the brim with pastries. There was pain au chocolat, a few different fruit danishes, and a Dubai Chocolate mochi donut. You raised an eyebrow at the last choice, to which he shrugged.
“I heard it is trendy amongst young people nowadays,” he explained, also settling down a cup of refreshing iced tea for you. You looked at him, then at the food, then back at him before a shy smile spread across your lips. A quiet breath of laughter escaped your lips. It was so Sunghoon to act so old.
“You didn’t have to go out of your way to do this for me,” you softly said, “I’m sorry… thank you, Sunghoon. I’ll pay you back—“
“No.” He firmly shook his head as he sat down.
“No?” You whimpered out, confused. He crossed his arms and laid back in his chair, which was unnatural for him. Usually, you noticed that he had a perfect upright posture all of the time.
“No, do not apologize, do not pay me back. I did not go out of my way for this. I wanted to eat something too.” He gingerly picked up the Dubai Chocolate mochi donut, breaking off a doughy ball and plopping it in his mouth. You stared at him, gauging the taste based on his reaction. His jaw and mouth didn’t move at all, and it seemed to be stuck for some reason. He then tentatively chewed down, his jaw clenching with every bite.
“Is it bad?” You asked cautiously.
“Very much so,” he honestly answered, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down the dessert. You giggled. He watched as you picked up the pain au chocolat and take a bite, the crispy pastry wrinkling under your teeth and producing a satisfying crunch. Your body relaxed slightly, and he felt your pulse even out and smelt your blood sweeten. For some reason, his senses were relieved as they picked up on these cues. You then took a sip of the tea, your shoulder scrunching up in satisfaction as you let out an excited hum.
“This is soo yummy, Sunghoon! What did you order?” You peeked up at him through your lashes. Sunghoon cleared his throat and re-crossed his arms.
“I believe I bought a honey-citron tea. Something along those lines. I heard it is good for your health– at least, that is what the description said.”
Yes, good for your health so that you’ll be primed to be feasted on. A nourished human always tasted better.
“You’re so kind, Sunghoon,” you confessed bashfully, your voice quiet and meek. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his hands relaxing where they were crossed momentarily as he seemed to ingest the word slowly. He bought you tea because you looked pale, bought pastries because your pulse sounded weak, and watched the color slowly return to your face with a starving stomach. He wasn’t sure that was exactly kind of him, but if it made you think of him better, he could just take it. Why not at this point.
“Okay, let us get back to work when you are full,” he spoke up after a while, finally sitting up straight. You nodded, clumsily wiping your hands on a few napkins before reverting your attention back to your laptop. He watched as you rapidly tapped away on your keyboard, filling your shared document with more arguments and evidence. Your heart rapidly pumped, slamming against your ribs like it was trying to escape your body. Sunghoon was confused– your heart worked in such mysterious ways that not even a century-old vampire could decipher it.
By the time the café lights dimmed and your cups sat long empty, hours had somehow slipped away from both of you. It was only 4 PM, but it somehow already felt so late in the day that even Sunghoon would have been tired. He stared at you as you packed, your movements regaining their sluggish feel as you slowly slid your laptop into its pouch within your backpack.
“Do– do you need a ride home, Sunghoon?” You yawned. Sunghoon smiled, feeling a weird affection as your mouth stretched to escape its drowsiness. It was the endearment that you would feel for a pet, in a sort of way.
“It will be alright, my roommate Jaeyun can take me home.” He nodded. He looked down at his phone, only to see…
jaeyun: LOL
jaeyun: Dude I’m in Busan rn ur never gonna guess who I’m with rn
jaeyun: IM WITH RIKII the vampire who tried biting u cuz he didnt know u were vampire rmbr
Sunghoon: I am waiting to get picked up by you.
jaeyun: WAIT SHIT I FORGOT U WERE OUT 😭😭
jaeyun: lmfaoo mb bro Ur better off flying back to the apt man My bad fr
Sunghoon exhaled. Over a century of living, and this was his most trusted friend and emergency contact. “Nevermind. I guess I will walk.”
“Eh? It’s too far, Sunghoon! Let me take you home!” You fussed. Not wanting to expend your energy arguing, he simply agreed. You looked a bit taken aback, surprised that he conceded so easily to you, but you led him to your car anyways.
Your vehicle had a cute omamori hanging off of the rear view window, some cute figurines stuck to the dashboard, receipts crinkled as they were shoved into the cup holders, and a hoodie splayed out in the backseat, little pieces of you tucked into every possible crevice in the car. Within the confines of your vehicle, the air had traces of fresh cotton and linen from your air freshener, but underneath it all was you. Your warm skin, flavored lip balm, fragrant perfume, and even the hint of your scented lotion, but most prominent to his nose was the unmistakable metallic sweetness that only you permeated.
Sunghoon felt like he should roll down a window or something, because he was practically swallowing down the scent of your blood. He stared at you as you backed out of your parking spot, before beginning the drive to your apartment. “Can– Can I roll down a window?” He gulped. You glanced at him before nodding. He practically jammed his finger trying to press down on the window button, letting out a sigh of relief as your scent washed away in the evening wind. He stuck his head out of the window like a wolf, and the thought would have repulsed him if he weren’t so desperate to prevent himself from sucking your blood right now.
If he sucked your blood and you died, you’d crash the car. Then, the police would come, and they would see the two noticeable bite marks caving your neck in. And then he’d look like a weird cannibal vampire wannabe criminal or whatever– too complicated.
“Thank you for the ride. Text me when we should meet up again. I should be free all week apart from my classes.” Sunghoon nearly barreled out of the car. “Goodnight!” You giggled and waved goodbye, watching as his figure disappeared into his apartment building before pulling off yourself.
❛❛LOVE HUNGER AT FIRST SIGHT.❞ ── 1
Another week had passed, and Sunghoon was beginning to realize that befriending was probably not the brightest idea.
The more time he spent around you, the harder it became to ignore the pulse beating beneath your skin. Not to mention, he had been rationing his portions on blood bags to truly savor the moment when he could finally relish in the taste of your iron on his tongue. He should’ve just kept a distance from you– not be around you so much because day by day, it was becoming increasingly difficult to subtly find chances to drain you dry.
Just like any other day, you both were working hard on your project. With it being finished and needing revision, you were, for the first time, slacking. Your head was buried in your crossed arms, which laid upon the wooden table. Your eyes kept blinking slowly, and Sunghoon would’ve been concerned about your blood sugar again if you didn’t smell so sickeningly sweet.
“I’m– I’m gonna take a nap…” You yawned, your eyelids pulling shut, lashes fluttering so delicately and fanning across your cheekbones. “W– wake me up, five mins…” You slurred. Sunghoon watched as you easily slipped into a slumber, your body going lax and mouth falling agape as soft huffs of air left your lips.
Sunghoon’s fingers clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into the wrinkles of his palms, forming a protective case around his calluses. Every inhale felt like a trap. If his stomach was normal, it would’ve been grumbling right now. He hadn’t had a blood pack since yesterday, and that nearly made him throw up from how fucking disgusting it was– a blood pack of pig’s blood diluted with coconut water? Give him a break.
Your blood pressure was decreasing, dipping down. He could feel the way your circulation became sluggish and sense the lowered levels of oxygen. That means it wouldn’t pump like a water fountain, shooting out in satisfying geysers if he dug his fangs into you. That means it’ll be a slow drink. Wouldn’t that be more satisfying? Slowly draining out your blood as it filled his mouth with metal, filling his stomach milliliter by milliliter. It’ll be a bit watered down, but it’s okay– because you were so vulnerable and delicate now, an easy target for his teeth to finally sink in–
Sunghoon didn’t realize how close he was to you until he could breathe in and have your perfume practically get swallowed with every inhale. He opened his mouth, and his canines extended into sharp points, the tips of them gleaming in the bright light. So close so close so close just a little more and i’ll be so full yes yes yes
“Sunghoon?”
Your eyes fluttered open, and your mouth was so close to his. He awkwardly clamped his lips together shut, clearing his throat. His fangs instantly retracted as soon as you woke up, hiding in his gumline. You blinked, vision clearing and breath hitching at your sudden proximity. You then felt the presence of his big hand resting on the top rail of your wooden chair.
“Sunghoon?” You whispered again. “Has it been five minutes already?” You murmured. He nodded, trying his best to slowly back away and give you space. Shit– what was he thinking? He wasn’t a feral animal, like those werewolves who went crazy at a mere atom of pheromones lingering in the air. But he was surely acting like one– driven by the insane hunger that came with being what he was, a blood-sucking ravager that only cared about the smell of metal and proteins.
“Mhm.” He hummed lowly in response, his voice barely a whisper too. You blinked, still staring up at him. Silence loomed over the both of you for a moment before you spoke up, catching the vampire off-guard.
“Sunghoon… do– do you like me…?” You softly asked, your rationale still clouded by the short sleep your brain was phased into, not sifting the sudden question through the humiliation-check filter in your mind. You sounded uncertain, but Sunghoon had to give you a bit of credit– not even the bravest person he knew some 60 years ago would have the guts to ask this bold question.
“You should not say things like that when you’re half-asleep,” he replied, voice still muted. Your bottom lip jutted out into a pout.
“…Why?” you asked, eyes blinking lightly as if you were somehow amused at his response. His slight reprimand should’ve been the end of it, but of course you had to ask. You always pried into what he was thinking. “…Is it bad if you do?” you murmured, trying to solve the case. You shifted in your chair just a little, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. “I mean…” You added after a pause, voice still soft and gentle. “It’s not like I’d be weird about it.”
And for the first time in his 120+ years of living, he was stunned, speechless. Sure, he’s received confessions before, but this was surprisingly the first time the young vampire had been in a situation like this, where he was being coaxed into confessing.
“Where is this coming from?” He tried to change the subject. You ignored him and smiled.
“Do you, Sunghoon?” You finally sat up, revealing a mark on your cheek from your good slumber. You stretched your arms wide, your back arching to relieve your body from the tension. You leaned forward just a little, resting your cheek against your hand, and Sunghoon realized for the first time that you might be a bit more coy than he thought.
“Answer my question first.” He crossed his arms stubbornly. You giggled.
“Well, you always listen to me really well and give me thoughtful advice— and I know that’s bare minimum, but you also go out of your way to take care of me. When we walk outside, you always stubbornly make sure I’m on the inner part of the sidewalk. And you always stare at me, Sunghoon. Like— you look at me so much that I always think I have something on my face. But then I check my phone camera and I don't.” You kept pricking up a finger, counting down every “sign” that you believed indicated his growing affection from you.
“You always call me or text me, too. And then you always remember weird things about me. You always notice when something’s wrong, too,” you continued, looking up as if trying to pull more examples from your brain. “Like when I’m tired, or sad, or stressed, and then you always know what to do after to make me feel better.”
By the time you were finished rambling, you had counted past ten fingers. Sunghoon didn’t even realize there were enough instances to count an entire hand to show that he liked you, much less more than two hands. You smiled awkwardly as you outstretched all ten fingers with open palms to him, as if showing off how much he potentially liked you.
“It’s either you like me, or maybe I’m reading into it too much… I dunno…” Your shyness came back tenfold, making your arteries pump ferociously and your cheeks warm with enough heat to set something ablaze. Sunghoon stared at the wrinkles in your hands, each running a river through the lighter skin.
Could a vampire really like someone? Especially someone that he had once calculated the blood volume of? Roughly 4.5 liters. Nine pints. That was approximately how much blood sat inside your body right now, circulating beneath your skin in endless loops. He knew because vampires were taught these things, useful things.
Sunghoon remembered the first time he met you, he wasn’t exactly wondering what your favorite color was. He was wondering how much blood loss your body could tolerate before passing out. The first time you smiled at him, he did not think about your lips. He thought about how inflamed they were with the sensitive multitude of blood vessels beneath the skin.
Now he knew useless things, like your daily habits that you barely noticed yourself, the way that your entire face and neck would warm up with blood rushing to it, not just your cheeks. He knew what you wanted to pursue after college, the life that you wanted to live, and the stupid shit that you put on your bucket list. None of these things helped him hunt or feed like a vampire should. Does that mean Sunghoon liked you how a human would?
“I do. I like you.” He breathed out before he could give it a second thought. You smiled, your heart pumping so wildly that even he was a bit afraid it might burst through your chest. He finally understood why your heartbeat was so erratic around him. Because you liked him too, right?
You ducked your head shyly, smiling into your sleeves. “Okay,” you mumbled softly. “I like you too, Sunghoon.” You blinked slowly. “Should we go on a date after this?” You said, scratching your nape nervously. “I’ve never liked anyone before– it’s new to me…”
“Me too,” Sunghoon confessed, “It is also my first time being in… uhm…” For the first time, Sunghoon was at a loss for words. “You know…” He added, just to be safe. You giggled, shyly outstretching your hand, reaching for his cold one. You were surprised at how frigid his skin was, feeling like a porcelain piece.
“Your hands are so cold…” You murmured, wrapping his large hands into your smaller ones, permeating your body heat to transfer to his. “Sorry,” you mumbled suddenly, looking down at your intertwined hands. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Sunghoon stared at your fingers hooked between his. Neither did he. He had lived through conflicts, technological revolutions, and economic booms, yet somehow, he had never experienced such an intimate and tender moment with a girl. “I do not know either,” he admitted quietly. You smiled and giggled.
“That’s okay, Sunghoon. We can figure it out together, right?” You looked at him hopefully. He nodded. Being a vampire was tedious enough already, and now, Sunghoon had to navigate dating the very girl he intended to turn into a blood bag.
Being your boyfriend might kill him before his hunger would.
❛❛MOUTHS WERE MADE FOR MORE THAN BITING❞ ── 2
The next week, you and Sunghoon scored a 92 on the paper.
Heeseung returned the paper back with only minor comments, praising the both of you guys for your in-depth argument despite how simple the topic was. You both took it gracefully, and ended the Friday off with a dinner date.
You and Sunghoon chose to continue to get to know each other more. Although it didn’t exactly feel like it for both of you, with how close you had both gotten, you had basically known each other for only a month and had already developed feelings.
“It just– I dunno. It doesn’t feel fast to me, but I feel awkward knowing that we’ve known each other for like two weeks, and we already confessed, and then the next step is dating, right? But like– I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel right…” You had candidly revealed your feelings to Sunghoon one night as you sat in your car, drinking milkshakes as a reward after another day of hard work on your paper. He really didn’t understand. After all, after 120+ years of living, time had become such a feeble thing anyway. Whether it was two weeks, three, or even a year, he had all the time in the world to stick a label when you wanted it. (If you even lasted a year before he ate you, that is.)
“That is okay. We can go at your pace. I am not sure how to date either.” Sunghoon’s tongue scooped up the Java Chip milkshake, curling it into his taste buds. It tasted fucking disgusting, but you didn’t need to know that, especially since you looked so content sipping on your strawberry shake.
“That’s okay! We’re just figuring it out, right?” You chirped, your voice brimming with anticipation. He nodded, an amused smile spreading across his lips.
“I guess so.” Moreso, he’s figuring out when he should suck your blood. (But for some reason, the sentiment didn't feel sincere to him anymore.)
You started figuring it out where things were familiar. Study sessions at different cafes you wanted to try, spending countless nights in the library focusing on your respective work. These were safe places that you knew you couldn’t mess up, places that you and Sunghoon knew how to navigate each other in. You sat close to Sunghoon, constantly peeking at his laptop when he worked. He always let you into his bubble, keeping an arm available for you to tug on or hold his hand with.
And then, the familiar routines began to stretch out of your comfort zone. Instead of going to the library, you decided to do dinner. (Well, it was more of Sunghoon playing with his food while you kept gushing about the amazing cuisine.) And then these dinners turned into late-night walks where you both rumbled on about more meaningless things, sometimes meaningful as you interlocked hands and swung them on a pendulum. And then these walks turned into countless hours spent sitting in your car, burning gas because neither of you wanted the night to end.
You bridged the gap between physical touch, too, getting comfortable enough to tug on his sleeve whenever you wanted his attention or allowing him to place a firm hand on your back when navigating crowded areas. Sunghoon realized that dating a human was– it was pretty easy, actually. He didn’t understand why other humans kept complaining about their relationships.
All Sunghoon had to do was be there for you, and it was as easy as pie. He simply listened when you needed to vent, hugged you tightly when you needed to cry, and carried snacks in his bag when he sensed your glycemic index was low. And sometimes, he even used his vampiric perks, following you in a swarm of bats to ensure you got home safely and being accessible even at the worst hours of the night because he never slept.
And before both of you knew it, time had passed so quickly that three months had passed, putting you both into the Spring semester with a new label on your relationship tacked on.
Sunghoon learned way more things in those three months. Not as a person or someone who liked him, not even as a blood bag, but as a girlfriend. He discovered that your love language was words of affirmation, learned that you didn’t really make decisions until you had at least three opinions (with him being one of those three), and that even after being with him for quite a while now, your cardiovascular system never faltered in activity, only heightened.
Yet oddly enough, there was one thing that you and Sunghoon hadn’t breached.
It was his apartment.
He was always over at yours, an extra toothbrush in your bathroom, and his clothes filling your closet to the brim. Every time you wanted to have a baking date, movie night, or just wanted to chill together privately, you guys always ended up at your place. Never his.
Looking back, Sunghoon realized he had become strangely talented at redirecting you.
He’d always suggest to go to yours because you had more baking supplies, your television was bigger, and your roommate, Chowon, was never home. And on the off-chance that your roommate finally did come home, Sunghoon would insist that Jake was so loud that it’d be like having a third-wheel hovering over the both of you the entire time.
Because unlike your apartment, which smelled like vanilla candles, air freshener, and room spray, his smelled like blood. Literally. His refrigerator was currently stuffed with labeled blood bags. The pantry contained emergency freeze-dried containers of blood. It’s a miracle how the iron smell hadn’t suffused to his neighbors. Sunghoon’s bathroom was stocked to the brim with enough sunscreen to slather on a blue whale and still have extra bottles for him.
Yeah, if you went to his apartment, then he’d have to either hide half of his existence, trust you with it, or probably kill you.
As much as the last option was what Sunghoon was anticipating, none of them were ideal..
Which was exactly why, when your text popped up later that evening, his undead heart felt like it dropped to his ass.
Y/N (girlfriend): chowon brought someone over and i think they’re… having sex
Y/N (girlfriend): :(
Y/N (girlfriend): can i come to yours?
He left the text on read shamelessly, throwing his phone on the couch and mechanically going to knock on Jake’s door. “Jaeyun. My girlfriend wants to come over. Code Red,” he bluntly said, trying to hide the panic that was building up.
Jake swung the door open, racing past Sunghoon in a blurred flash, compiling all of the blood bags in the fridge into his empty arms. “What the hell are you standing around for? Go hide the ones in the pantry!” Jake shrieked, scrambling back to his own room to hide the refrigerated packs in the his mini-fridge. Sunghoon ripped open the tall, white pantry doors and began stuffing emergency blood packets into his puffer jackets winter boots in the spare coat closet and– and a rice container that… was purely there just for show, honestly.
“Jaeyun, when did we get this rice container? And why?”
“Oh, it was a gift from Jay…” Jake paused. Sunghoon stared at the Australian vampire, who had punctured a blood bag with a straw and was sucking on the dark red liquid. When the two were absolutely sure that there would be no way that you would even by chance stumble upon a blood pack, Sunghoon grabbed his phone from the couch.
Y/N (girlfriend): hoon?
Y/N (girlfriend): helloo?
Y/N (girlfriend): if u dont want me to come over thats ok :(
hoon (boyfieee): Sorry. I am cleaning to make the place look presentable for You.
hoon (boyfieee): come Now. If you are able.
Y/N (girlfriend): YAYY!
Y/N (girlfriend): can i stay the night hoonie?
Y/N (girlfriend): i jus dont want to have the awkward uhhh… yk… morning after convo with the random guy…
His eyes slowly lifted from his phone to Jake, who was still holding a punctured blood bag like a juice pouch. “She wants to stay the night,” Sunghoon said blankly. Jake nearly choked on the blood he was drinking.
“Your first sleepover is happening before she’s seen our apartment?” Jake hissed. “Dude, you still have your stupid UV sleeves hanging in the bathroom.” Sunghoon looked toward the hallway, where his bathroom was, and where his protective UV sleeves were dangling over the shower curtain rod. “And we don’t even sleep– what are you gonna do? Just lay there for like eight hours?”
He imagined you curled up in his bed, filling the empty space of the full-sized mattress. Your steady heartbeat would thud thud thud right up against his chest, peaceful and content. Your scent would be trapped in his enclosed space with nowhere to escape but into his nostrils. He then imagined the look of horror on your face if you opened his spare coat closet to see freeze-dried packets of blood stuffed in all his clothes, and too many thoughts about biting you as you slept over ransacked any rationale. He ignored Jake’s rhetorical question and shook his head before looking back at his phone.
hoonie (boyfieee): Yes. You can stay.
hoonie (boyfieee): Bring toothbrush. I believe I have everything elese you may need.
hoonie (boyfieee): else*
This was either the worst idea he’s ever had or a great milestone in your relationship.
You arrived 15 minutes later, your car keys dangling from your fingers and an overnight bag slung over your shoulder. Jake was sitting on the couch, watching television when Sunghoon opened the door for you. “Hi Hoon! Hi Jake.” You nodded your head towards the Australian boy.
“Hey!” Jake greeted back with a tense smile, his cheeks puffing up as he sunk deeper into the couch. You waved your hand again awkwardly before directing your focus back to Sunghoon.
“Where– uhm, can I put my stuff, Hoon?” You shyly asked. Sunghoon led you to his bedroom down the hall. It was fairly simple and clean, with black and white bedsheets, his full-sized bed tucked in the corner, and a black wooden desk perched up against his wall to face away from his window. He had so many candles lit, gothic white ones trailing wax down a candelabra. The room smelled just like Sunghoon, clean with base notes of musk and sandalwood. You spun around, taking in his room as you set your overnight bag on the floor.
“Your room is so…”
Sunghoon stiffened. Was it too weird? Too gothic? Too antique? Too vampire-coded? Damn it, he knew he should’ve gotten rid of that stupid iron candle holder– didn’t young people these days have simple glass holders?
“It’s so clean and nice, Hoon! It’s suits you so wel!” You gushed with a smile so bright that it rivaled the flickering flames of his lit candles. His tense shoulders dropped as he let out a small breath of relief.
“Thank you.” He nodded. Your eyes wandered everywhere with innocent curiosity. His dresser had a few, black decorations on it. His clothes were all neatly tucked away. His nightstand had a lamp on it, some hand-cream, and a box of tissues. The blackout curtains were drawn tightly over the windows despite it barely being evening.
“Hoon, you should get more Vitamin D.” You pouted. “I feel like you’re always covered up, too.”
“I take supplements,” he replied hastily. You giggled.
“One day I’m gonna force you outside. Maybe if we’re ever in the mood for it, we could take a loooong hike and watch the sunrise!” Sunghoon only hummed in response. That honestly sounded fucking awful, but he’ll let you be optimistic about your future dates.
You wandered toward his bookshelf next, fingers ghosting over the spines. His shelf was crammed with thick, old books jammed next to each other, pressing up against the sides of the wooden storage. You skimmed your fingertips over one particularly thick book, your eyebrows furrowing together as you read the title.
“Hoon,” you carefully pulled out one hardcover. “Why do you own an Economics 101 book from the 1950’s?” You smiled.
“I like reading about the economy back then, so I do not make any poor financial decisions,” he answered perfectly. Damn, he was good at this.
“Can I pull a book out?” You asked with sparkling eyes. He nodded. You pushed a book towards you, your fingertip digging into the pages behind the spine. You opened it, smiling. “Wow, this is so old too!” You scanned the back of the cover, looking confused. “This is from a library– wow, so cool. It’s like an artifact!”
His eyes bulged out of his head. He knew what book you were looking at. He reached out to grab it from you when your finger traced the remnants of faded ink. “Park Sunghoon checked this book out in 1939?” You whispered. He winced, his outstretched hand curling into a defeated fist. “That’s so cool! You guys had the same name!” Damn, he knew he should’ve returned that library book 87 years ago.
You put the book back, sliding it in perfectly between two other thick books. Sunghoon watched you carefully, his tongue darting from between his lips to nervously lick at them. The two of you stood there awkwardly for a second before your shoulders sagged.
“Sorry,” you mumbled suddenly.
“For what?” He was confused.
“I feel like– I dunno– awkward, like I’m intruding or ruining the mood...” You rubbed your sleeves together nervously. “The roommate thing just stressed me out, and I feel like I asked you so last minute, and– and– I dunno, I feel like I pressured you.”
Sunghoon’s expression softened slightly. “You did not pressure me into anything, Y/N,” he said in that soothing, low voice of him. You looked up at him with hopeful and relieved eyes.
“Really?”
“Yes.” He nodded once. “You can stay here as long as you want.”
Your heartbeat picked up as it usually did when he said anything reassuring to you. You sat down on the edge of his bed, albeit a bit cautious and nervous. “Can we just do nothing tonight?”
Sunghoon leaned against his desk. “Just nothing?”
“Yes, absolutely nothing!” You smiled up at him. He smiled and sat to the right of you, letting you rest your body against his. Your head immediately tucked into his shoulder, hands playing with his right hand while his left arm slung around your shoulders. Your pulse was drumming against your soft slowly, but not as quick as it usually was. It felt relaxed, and Sunghoon came to the conclusion that you were comfortable here, in his space.
Then his eyes drifted lower without meaning to. Your neck peeked out from the collar of your hoodie when you tilted your head back slightly. Warn, thin skin that he could easily pierce into. He could practically trace the route your blood traveled beneath it. He licked his lips again, his ears drowning in the sound of your blood moving in your circulatory system. It only got louder and louder.
Four months. It had been four months since he’s met you, and two since you’ve been dating, yet it’s been three months of dates, hand-holding, and falling asleep on his shoulder. Three months of carrying snacks for you and listening to your problems and memorizing your preferred cafe order that wasn’t Americano.
It made him so hungry, so fucking hungry to be next to you so long– to smell the intoxicating and metallic aroma of your blood.
Sunghoon swallowed hard, and you must’ve heard the sound, because you perked up immediately, facing him as you looked up. “You okay?” you asked quietly, “Hungry? Should we order takeout?” His eyes shifted back to yours. You were so close. You had shifted even closer to him him without him noticing. Your knees thighs were pressing up against each other, and your scent was wrapping around him immediately, washing out the clean smell of his lit candles.
“I am not hungry,” he answered, lying through his teeth.
Because right now, all he wanted to do was eat. His eyes fluttered down to your lips, so soft and red, skin almost bursting with a vermillion hue. The skin was so thin, and if he looked close enough, he could see the wrinkles and the parts where they peeled. Your blood vessels were packed so closely together, gathering enough warmth to set him ablaze.
“We can just stay here– just the two of us,” he murmured, voice dipping into a lower octave and coating itself in a seductive honey. For a moment, a weird thought pushed itself into his mind. Do lips taste different from skin? How would your blood gush from your mouth? Would it flow down in a steady stream, or burst out into tiny jets? You were saying something, your pretty lips opening and closing to project words, but Sunghoon was too distracted with seeing rather than hearing.
Without realizing, he leaned in closer, the proximity between you decreasing. He could smell your tinted lip balm swiped across your lips, pathetically trying to mask the iron scent underneath your skin. Your breath hitched as he began bridging the gap between your faces. Useless thoughts began to surface in his mind.
One bite. Just one. Right there.
His eyes dropped to your mouth again. Your hand abruptly reached up and grabbed his shirt, crumpled up at his stomach. “Hoon,” you whispered softly, your breathy tone almost making your voice sound like a whimper. He gently let go of your hand, bringing it up to gently caress your cheek. Your pulse began drumming so hard against your skin that he was afraid it was burst through and break, and he honestly didn’t mind the sound of that.
“Can I?” he asked, a murmur deep in his throat. You swallowed, gulping down the tension as you nodded. You nodded, not wanting your voice to betray the thick want clouding your mind. He leaned in slowly, fangs instinctively protracting as hunger took over his brain, but as soon as he pressed his cold lips to yours, his canines were flat like they usually were. His mind blanked. He pulled away, leaving you with only a peck as your first kiss.
When he properly looked at your face, your mouth was parted, letting out soft and content breaths. “Hoonie– kiss– please, kiss me again.” You whispered. You didn’t have to ask him twice. He pressed his lips to yours again, firmer this time, charged with a desire to have your breath mingling with his. He understood now why Jake bragged about kissing humans so much– it was addicting. He didn’t even remember why he wanted your mouth on his anymore, all he wanted was to kiss you breathless.
Forget about feeding from you, couldn’t he just devour you like this?
(The next morning, when you went to cook breakfast, you had asked Jake who had just woken up why his fridge was literally empty. And why all of the windows were open, but the curtains were all drawn shut. And why there were enough candles lit everywhere to cause a fire hazard. You also had somehow stumbled upon Sunghoon’s limitless sunscreen stock in his bathroom. The Australian vampire merely shrugged and bolted back to his room.)
❛❛LEAVE YOUR MARK ON MY NECK THAT IT'S YOURS.❞ ── 3
After your first kiss, Jake wouldn’t let Sunghoon live it down for weeks.
Not that Sunghoon had cared, he had better things to think about. Like now, instead of greeting him with your usual shy wave, you’d grab his collar and pull him down for a bashful peck to greet him instead. Or how you looked after giving said-peck, eyes half-lidded and cheeks warm, like you wanted one more but were too shy to ask. And he learned that he might be addicted to kisses now, because all he could think about when you were both apart was how much he wish you were together.
Being a vampire was tedious, but at least it was simple in theory. All he had to think about was drinking blood, biting people, staying away from garlic, and keeping out of the sun. But now, there was a new complication laying down on all of his vampiric responsibilities, effectively crushing all of them as priorities. And that obviously was you.
You were supposed to be one of his simple vampire duties– the biting people and drinking blood part. But you were slowly beginning to be phased out of that aspect of his duties. You were becoming a new duty of your own, in fact, something that Jake liked to call “boyfriend duty.”
“Boyfriend duty?” Sunghoon had repeated slowly. Jake nodded, leaning back in their couch, sipping on a Blood Mary cocktail despite it being 11 AM on a Wednesday. (Jake swore up and down that he had invented the cocktail in the 1920s. Sunghoon honestly believed him.)
“Yeah. Instead of just suckin’ blood, you also suck face.” Jake snickered, amused at his own joke. “Seems like you got a lot on your plate now, Mr. Bloodsucker.”
Sunghoon had sent the Australian a glare, narrowing his eyes as he stood up. None of what the former man had learned firsthand being with you had been in his original “Vampire 101” lessons. There was no precedent in befriending a girl, becoming said-girl’s boyfriend, and reforming the thoughts of food to a person he cared for.
He was still a vampire. The most vampiric vampire ever. He still drank blood from the diminishing stock in his fridge (blame Jake for his unusual recent obsession with bloody cocktails.) He still shoved his hand in the freeze-dried blood bags when he wanted to switch up his meal texture. And he even developed a weird habit of hissing at garlic. (He had no idea where that came from, but that’s for another time.)
But when you were around, he didn’t just feel like just a vampire anymore. He felt, oddly enough, like a human again. Even though he technically died when he was 21 years old over a century ago with bite marks piercing his neck, he has never felt more alive than when you shyly pressed your lips to his with a soft whisper of his name. Sunghoon didn’t want to breach into this territory of thinking, but he was afraid that maybeeee he didn’t want to bite you that badly anymore. But as soon as he heard your heartbeat, his stomach would say differently. He was, to put it shortly, confused.
“Sunghoon, do you think I should add more of the spice packet?”
He looked at the ramen, which was a baby pink color. He snorted. “Y/N, you must have added about three drops of the spice packet.” He gently took the red packet from your hands to glide his chopsticks on either side of it, effectively spilling the entire sauce inside. You gulped nervously.
“Hoon, I dunno if I can handle all that…” You said anxiously. Sunghoon shrugged and began to vigorously stir the ramen with his chopsticks.
“If you cannot eat this, then I will just make you another one.”
You both were in your apartment, making dinner for your movie night. You wanted to order takeout, but the delivery fees almost cost as much as your utility bills, so you both opted for some ramyeon in your pantry. Cooking together sounded more fun anyways. You hovered over Sunghoon, watching as he stirred the pot with a weird precision. His chopsticks were upright, and he was going around the walls in perfect circles.
“Hoon, it looks like you’ve never cooked ramyeon before.” You giggled. Sunghoon shrugged.
“It is mostly Jaeyun who cooks ramyeon. He says he is better at it,” Sunghoon replied. You nodded with an “ahhh…”, watching as your boyfriend worked the pot.
“You look so handsome right now, Hoon. Like a househusband.” You smiled, leaning against the counter. He breathed a laugh out of his nose, incredulous at your sudden comment. His brows were slightly furrowed, shoulders squared and upright as his chopsticks moved with an unnecessary level of concentration for instant noodles.
The kitchen light cast warm tones across his face, softening his sharp features. It still amazed you sometimes– how someone who looked so intimidating in class months ago now stood in your kitchen making ramyeon while wearing a hoodie that you gave him for your one-monthiversary.
“Hoonie, can I tell you something?” You suddenly spoke up. He nodded. “Honestly, when I first saw you in class, I thought you were really cute. I’m really grateful we got to be project partners.”
The vampire was a bit stunned at your confession. He didn’t realize you perceived him before you guys became partners. “You thought I was cute?” he repeated slowly, the question mark hanging off the end of the sentence. You looked away shyly, picking at the sleeve hanging over your hands.
“Mhm.” You nodded. “Scary-cute though.” You chuckled. “It’s ‘cause you always stared at me, Hoon. I swear you did– tell me you did or else I’ll die from embarrassment.”
Your boyfriend only responded with a simple nod of his head. Well, the only reason why he stared so much was because he was always so fuckin’ hungry. Not because he was your secret admirer or anything– but he supposed he didn’t really have to say all that for the sake of preserving your feelings. “I was, Y/N,” he affirmed your suspicions. “You are strangely more perceptive than I had initially thought.”
“Heh, what can I say?” You boasted, looking smug. Sunghoon poured the ramyeon into two separate bowls. “But why were you staring at me so much?” You helped him set one of the bowls on the coffee table, settling down on the couch right in front of the television.
“Because you intrigued me,” he explained, not entirely lying. Your blood intrigued me. You seemed really satisfied with the answer, your sweatpant-clad legs jumping up and down to show how giddy his response made you. You picked up the remote, flicking through the endless options of dramas to watch. Sunghoon really didn’t like dramas at first. He had explained to you that he hated them, saying that they were unrealistic, too cheesy, and had too many logical inaccuracies.
You scrolled through title after title while sitting cross-legged on the couch, legs buried under the fluffy blanket, entirely concentrated on finding something “good enough” to please him. “Oh, how about this? It’s supposed to be cheesy! It’s called EN-DRAMA!” You suggested. Sunghoon read the description, and grew even more perplexed. But he simply shrugged and let you put on whatever you wanted.
You both began watching the drama, slurping down your ramyeon. You were able to tolerate the spice enough to finish your bowl, but it didn’t stop you from hissing. Sunghoon snickered under his breath at the sounds. You sounded like a cute little vampire, and your noises almost made him instinctively let out a hiss of his own. He left his bowl steaming on the coffee table, pulling you into his side, keeping your shoulders pressed together. He strew the blanket over his own lap, resting his head on yours.
For some reason, you were really immersed in the drama, letting out soft gasps as the seven boys in the scene tried to piece together who really confessed. You leaned in closer, your warm palm bracing your body on Sunghoon’s thigh. The vampire sucked in a breath as your body heat radiated through the blanket to his skin. With how poor your posture was in that position, your neck and back slouched, Sunghoon had a clear view of your neck. You were wearing a shirt with the collar cut, pulled down to reveal the expanse of your shoulder and neck. He gulped.
He watched as your left hand drew to your right shoulder, your fingernails scraping against the skin, leaving red marks to surface. “Are you itchy?” he asked quietly, eyes following the path your fingers carved across your skin.
“Hm?” You absentmindedly scratched again. “Oh. I think it’s cuz’ some threads are loose.” You tugged the neckline lower to adjust it. Sunghoon wished you hadn’t done that. More skin peeked through, exposing your upper arm. He could feel the crimson liquid pooling underneath to where you had scratched.
He was starving, and he didn’t even realize it until your precious skin was exposed to his leering eyes. He licked his lips, instinctively leaning forward, his fanged mouth drawn to warm epidermis. “Hoon?” You suddenly looked at him. When you did, you could feel his breath fan across your lips. You instantly covered your mouth.
“Does my breath smell?” Sunghoon pulled away, almost offended. You shook your head vigorously.
“Mine probably does, Hoon! What’re you doing, trying to kiss me after I ate this spicy ass ramen?” You whined. He chuckled at your cute reaction, his palm cupping over your fingers, gently prying it away from your mouth.
“Do you think I care about ramyeon breath?” he asked quietly. Not at all. What he cared about was the plump, swollen, and sheen with the reddish-hue of the broth skin of your lips. “I want to kiss you, even if you have ramyeon breath. Can I kiss you, Y/N? I want to kiss you so bad.”
You nodded eagerly to his plea, feeling a heat curl up in your lower tummy at how calm yet desperate he sounded. He placed a soft kiss to your knuckles, before cupping your cheek and leaning in to press soft pecks to your mouth. You reciprocated, your breathing turning ragged as he kept capturing your mouth with no time to catch up. With every soft kiss, he hesitated, as if thinking whether or not to kiss you again– yet every time, he conceded, meeting your lips with his as if he couldn’t convince himself to stop in the split second he pulled away.
His hand slid from your cheek to the side of your neck, fingers wrapping around the back of it, pulling you in closer. Warm. Your skin was always so warm. You pulled away to properly catch your breath, fingers twisted in the material of his hoodie. “You’re always so cold…” You whispered. “Hoonie, should– should I warm you up?” You shyly asked. He nodded, eyes stared shamelessly down at your lips as he licked his own, tasting the disgusting flavor of the spicy ramyeon. His hands moved to your shoulders awkwardly, patting them firmly as if he were congratulating you for something. You laughed, endeared by his cute action.
“Sunghoon, you can touch me… down here…” You gently held his hands, dragging them to your waist. “Is– is this, okay?” Your voice was barely audible to his ears. Sunghoon nodded.
“Yes–” he gulped, “is– is this okay for you, too?” He murmured. You nodded with a nervous giggle. The position was, admittedly a bit awkward, with his torso contorted to face you as he continued to sit and his hands clumsily placed on your waist. Your body was also angled weirdly into the couch cushions, the blanket crumpled up in your lap.
“Are you comfortable like this?” you asked, soft chuckles spilling your lips from how jittery you were. He looked around, then looked down at your bodies, distantly touching each other. He wasn’t exactly content like this.
“Not really,” he honestly confessed. You adjusted yourself on the couch, your knees bumping up against each other and a muttered apology coming from your mouth. Sunghoon’s lips curled into a confused and intrigued frown as he watched you shuffle, your leg throwing its knee over his thighs. He froze as he realized what you were doing. You had either leg settled on both sides of his own before you gently lowered your weight onto him.
“Is– is this fine too, Hoon?” You mumbled. Your hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders for balance while his own reflexively tightened around your waist to steady you. He nodded eagerly. Your warmth was entirely surrounding him now, and your face was inches away from him once more.
“Hi.” You breathed out, your body trembling from nerves.
“Hello,” he greeted back, his frown flipping into a soft smile, so utterly endeared by how bold yet nervous you were. “Do you feel awkward, Y/N?”
“A little, Hoonie. Am I doing too much?” You bit your lip. As your teeth indented the thin skin, blood drew to where it was pressing, reddening your soft mouth even more.
“Not enough, Y/N,” he responded, surging forward to kiss you again. Sunghoon thought for a moment that, instead of those stupid blood bags, one of these days he could live off of these warm lips, packed with the blossoms of blood vessels that narrowed as his cold lips pressed against them. You kissed back, retiring the silly cute pecks that you did. Sunghoon devoured your mouth, trying his hardest to prevent his fangs from protracting.
He found out a bit funny how much effort he was exerting not to stick out his fangs, considering months ago, he would’ve taken the first chance to sink them into your mouth. But now, all he was focused on was eating you alive in a completely different way— memorizing the shape of your smile between kisses, the tiny breaths you let out when he pulled you closer, and the warmth that kept permeating to his cold skin as you instinctively leaned closer into his body.
His hands tightened at your waist, settling more confidently as his muscular arms snaked around them. The angle was, admittedly still a bit uncomfortable. His hips were beginning to hurt, and your knees kept bumping against the couch cushion, but neither of you bothered to readjust, too caught up in each other’s lips. He pulled away, pupils dilated and entranced on the way your mouth was looking now. They were swollen, slick with the amount of spit you were swapping. They were so pretty looking, almost beguiling him into just fucking swallowing them until the both of you couldn’t breathe anymore. But you were still letting out cute pants, so instead, he sufficed with pressing his mouth to your cheek, before leaning towards your jaw. You squirmed around, bringing your shoulders to the side of his face as the ticklish sensation overwhelmed your instincts.
“Hoon, that tickles…” You whined. He let out a breathy laugh, his kisses trailing down to his neck. As if mocking him, he felt the beats under your jaw drum faster, beckoning him to come near. He licked his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point. He couldn’t stop– his mouth kept attacking that one specific area, pressing so many kisses to it that you thought he was about to imprint the shape of his lips onto that piece of skin.
His fangs were protracting– he could feel the ache in his gumline signaling to him that his teeth were sharpening. But he didn’t want to bite you anymore. He was sure of it with the way anxiety pricked his nerves with the thought of actually draining you dry to the point where you were cold and sickly.
So instead, his cold lips came together, suckling on your pulse point. You let out a gasp, but the vampire could barely register it. He was sucking on your skin, and for a moment, his irises flashed red. It felt like sucking your blood, without the satisfying flavor of the metal on his tongue. But with the way he was devouring your skin was close– so close so close it almost drew him back to his vampiric instincts of drawing blood. And in a way, he was. He could feel how, under his mouth and below your skin, how your blood vessels crackled and exploded, releasing the tiniest amount of blood to the surface.
He pulled away when you nudged his head gently, only to see a bright purple mark adorning your neck. He looked nervous when you finally made eye-contact. Did he hurt you? Did you not want it anymore? Did he go too far? But all of his apprehensions were washed away as the tide brought in a wide smile. “Hoon… It– it feels really, good, more?”
Sunghoon let out a sigh of relief. “More?” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You nodded. His lips curled into a sweet smile. “Okay– but tell me if you want to stop.”
And by the time you told him to stop, your neck was a canvas painted with his love bites, a beautiful artwork of his growing adoration for you.
Days later, Sunghoon and Jake were sitting at the island of their apartment kitchen.
“You know, vampires can’t get hickeys.”
Jake was lapping at a bloodsicle, the frozen hemoglobin staining the Australian vampire’s lips and teeth. “Really?” Sunghoon asked, surprised.
“Yeah, we don’t have blood, genius,” Jake retorted, “Dude, I’m a genius. This popsicle is so damn good. I need to start patenting my recipes or else some other dickhead vampire is gonna claim my shit again.” Jake let out a satisfied moan at the taste of his ice bar.
“Well, is there a next step to our relationship that I must take, Jaeyun?” Sunghoon asked, looking down at his notebook. These days, Sunghoon had been trying to take lessons on relationships. He supposed this was good for stimulating his brain– learning something new and unfamiliar, breaching a territory he was sure that no other vampire had. It had been a while since the hickey incident, and now he was opening up to Jake, wanting to explore more in the vast unknownness of dating.
“Sex, duh.”
“Sex?” Sunghoon looked surprised. “Like– mating?”
“Yeah, sex, man. Y’know? Fuckin’, copulating, making love– that sort of stuff.” Jake bit off a chunk of the popsicle. “But you know, sex isn’t just about reproduction, right? You’ve been alive for like, 120 years already man. Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
Sunghoon would’ve blushed if he had blood. Jake’s mouth fell agape. “No way.”
“Well, I was busy with other things, Jaeyun. Like not burning alive and all of that,” Sunghoon grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. Jake sighed, pointing his half-eaten bloodsicle at the slightly-younger man.
“Well, take notes, Sunghoon. Sex isn’t just about mating or feeling good. It’s also about intimacy, trust, and communication. This is a major step for relationships, you know?”
“So, I ask Y/N if she wants to do sex?” Sunghoon asked. Jake seemed thoughtful for a moment before he bit off another chunk of his bloody ice bar.
“Yes– you should breach the thought, but don’t force the topic. Just ask her if she’s ready– well. Okay, hold on.” Jake seemed to be gathering all of his thoughts to formulate a concise explanation and plan for Sunghoon, which the man was patient to receive. “Okay so– first, you guys are like– you guys gotta get in the mood, right? Let’s say you guys are kissing and making out and whatnot. You gotta ask how she feels, ya know? Check in and read the mood, then ask really carefully.” Jake waved his frozen treat around dramatically. “And if she says no, then cool. You just kiss, cuddle, do whatever you two lovebirds usually do.”
Sunghoon wrote down this advice ferociously, nodding his head to everything that Jake said. Everything sounded like common sense– just make sure that you’re comfortable and you both do things you want to do. “Oh, and another thing— don’t think of your relationship as like– having checkpoints. It’s not like, you kiss, then make out, then have sex, you know. I mean, it is lowkey like that for you guys, but don’t dwell on it too much. Relationships don’t have a linear timeline.” Jake expressed. Sunghoon nodded once more.
“Thank you for the advice, Jaeyun,” The vampire sincerely said. Jake smiled and patted the other’s back.
“Dude, of course.”
That night, Sunghoon was laying awake in his bed. (What else would he be doing? Sleeping?) He was scrolling through his phone, watching plenty of Youtube videos about relationship advice and how to get to the “next level.” He somehow found himself in a rabbit hole of niche internet blogs, countless articles flooding his screen about How to Have Sex for the First Time and A Virgin’s Guide to Pleasure.
Although humans were complicated, he was glad that at least he had these guides to help him through his struggles. He read through pieces telling him how to set the mood with candles and roses, editorials about how to properly perform foreplay to prepare someone for sex. It was almost an information overload for his brain– too many possibilities of how your first time could go was actually making the vampire nervous. If it did go at all, of course. He’s been a vampire for over a century, so surely he could wait as long as you wanted to wait before your first time.
Suddenly, a notification swiped down on his phone.
Y/N (girlfriend): hoonieeee!!! WYD!!!
hoon (boyfieee): Hello Baby. I am just reading. Do you need something?
Sunghoon felt a bit smug as he called you a pet name. He had recently learned in a stupid KDrama you guys watched that boyfriends commonly called their girlfriends pet names, and he wanted to apply what he just learned.
Y/N (girlfriend): heheee not much baby <3
Y/N (girlfriend): anyways wanna come over after my final next fri and cook din? been craving sum real food…
Y/N (girlfriend): like steak?
Steak sounded good. Steak had iron in it.
hoon (boyfieee): Yes. I cannot wait to be there.
Y/N (girlfriend): yayyy!!
Y/N (girlfriend): missin u already lol
Sunghoon exhaled slowly, thumb hovering over the screen.
hoon (boyfieee): I miss you too. Do not fret. You will see me soon.
hoon (boyfieee): Do well on your final. I will reward you.
He stared at his own message for a second. It didn’t exactly feel like himself. A reward? Was that the right word? But before he could overthink it, you replied.
Y/N (girlfriend): omg are you gonna kiss me when i’m done
Y/N (girlfriend): i’m gonna ACE THIS EXAM!!!!
Sunghoon laughed. So cute. You were always so cute.
hoon (boyfieee): Focus on studying, needy girl.
hoon (boyfieee): But yes, I will. :)
In a way, it was a reward for himself too, right?
❛❛I'LL EVEN PLUCK THE SUN, THE MOON FOR YOU❞ ── 4
“Hoonie, hi! I bought a meannn cut of ribeye!”
Sunghoon entered your apartment like he owned it. (It almost felt like he did with how often he was over. Maybe he should start offering to pay rent or something.) “Did you, now? Was it expensive? Show me the receipt, baby, I will pay for it.”
“Eek, so dreamy, Hoon, you’re making a woman swoon! But don’t worry, this is on me! And I bought rosemary and thyme and some fancy Kerrygold Irish Butter, but you’re allergic to garlic right? So I didn’t buy any!” You triumphantly said, as if it were the greatest achievement in the world to remember your boyfriend’s food sensitivities. Sunghoon smiled.
“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.” He entered the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He hugged you from behind, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “What sides do you want, baby?”
“I was thinkinggg…. maybe just mashed potatoes or asparagus or something?” You suggested, “Look in my fridge, Hoonie, you can pick!”
The vampire begrudgingly unraveled his arms from your body to wash his hands before he opened your fridge. The cold air hit him in the face so hard that he backed up. He looked through your very normal groceries: eggs, milk, bacon. He scrunched his nose at your terrible way of hiding garlic, tucked away in a bunch of paper towels secured with a rubber band in a deep corner behind your juice carton. It was endearing to see how much you cared for him.
He opened your drawers to see lettuce, bell peppers, cucumbers and– ah, there it was. A bunch of asparagus. He pulled it out and began rinsing the vegetables under the sink as you salted the steak. The steak was bloody, with red juices leaking onto your wooden cutting board and soaking through the splinters. But it was strangely unappetizing. Animal’s blood always was, but for some reason, the smell of it was pungent and repulsive. Sunghoon sniffled, rubbing a finger under his nose.
“Hoon, wash your hands,” you gently chided. He listened to you, moving the vegetables to the counter to rest in a bowl while he washed his hands. He then broke off the thick, fibrous stalks off the asparagus to get rid of the bitter stems. He learned that they were bad for humans. “How do you want to prepare the asparagus, Hoon?” You hummed as you leaned forward on the counter, watching as your boyfriend started snapping the asparagus.
“What do you think is good?” He responded, not really caring because it would taste shitty no matter how well it was prepared.
“Uhmm~ lemon and parmesan? Seared on a pan is really good…” You murmured. Sunghoon nodded half-heartedly, tossing the stalks in the trash. He pulled a pan from your cabinets, flipping it and settling it on the gas stove. You watched intently as he turned on the stove, pulling his phone in his other hand to look up a recipe. He looked effortlessly sexy, with his (oddly transparent) veins emphasized through his skin and his sleeves rolled up to expose his built forearms. You wiped your mouth to get rid of the drool you were about to trail in your mouth.
“Wash your hands, baby,” he chided in the same tone you used earlier. You bounded to the sink and did as told.
“Hmph. Acting like we don’t swap spit every time we see each other. What’s a little drool, anyways?” You huffed. He seemed a bit scandalized at your response, with his eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
“That is a bit— a bit vulgar…” Sunghoon muttered. You laughed and skipped back towards him, leaning over his side to look at the recipe he was watching. You helped him oil up the pan before he carefully picked a couple of asparagus to settle inside, letting the vegetable sizzle in the liquid fat.
While the asparagus were searing in the pan, Sunghoon was slicing up lemons while you shredded parmesan. “This is so fun, Hoon. I’m so excited to eat– I’m literally drooling,” you rambled. The asparagus hissed in the pan, letting the smokiness of its natural flavors fill the air. You turned on the hood fan as Sunghoon flipped them carefully with tongs. “Oooh, my boyfriend is a chef…! Make room, I’m putting the steak on.”
He pulled out another pan for your steak while you seasoned the meat with freshly cracked black pepper. Your fingers rubbed the spice into the lean cut, your other hand reaching to oil up the pan with a neutral oil. “You like your steak medium rare, right?” You hummed. Sunghoon nodded, letting out a half-hearted sound for an answer. He didn’t like his steak any sort of way.
“Yes, as do you, right?” He looked at you for confirmation. You nodded, letting out a sound of awe as you dropped the steak into the pan. Sunghoon took the asparagus off the stove once he deemed it perfectly seared, pulling out two plates to start the curation of a beautiful dinner display. When you pulled your steak off the pan, it had a beautiful crust and smelled utterly divine. And when you sliced it open, it had a a perfect wall-to-wall cook, the center a gorgeous pink with a gray band lining the edges.
You carefully plated the steak alongside the asparagus, astounded by your once-in-a-lifetime perfect cooking ability. Maybe your boyfriend’s presence buffed your skill a little bit. You snapped a quick pic, a candid one with Sunghoon’s hand blocking a bit of the plate. “Ugh, Hoon, your hand was in the way!” You whined, but when the picture appeared on your phone, his hand was gone. “Oh, I guess not.” You shrugged, completely missing how tense he had gotten at that small exchange. “Well, let’s eat dinner, Hoon!”
Sunghoon obediently took the plate to the small dining table. “Should we watch a movie after, Hoon?” You squealed, clapping your hands eagerly as the seductive aroma of the amazing steak and asparagus filled your senses. Sunghoon nodded. He couldn’t lie, even as a vampire, the steak dinner was tempting him.
You both dug into your meal, you way more ecstatic about it then him. Humans were funny– Sunghoon only needed blood to sustain him, physically and mentally. But seeing you get so excited over a steak dinner compared earlier in the week where you constantly complained about having instant ramen for dinner the fifth time in a week during finals felt more nourishing than even having your blood in a packet. You were chewing eagerly, your cheeks puffing with every bite and muted satisfied sound escaping your mouth.
After dinner and dishes, you both ended up collapsed in the couch with your fluffy blanket entangling both of your bodies together. You were sitting comfortably in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as you watched a random American movie. You were fiddling with Sunghoon’s thick and pretty fingers, rubbing your thumb against his pale knuckles. His chin was resting on your shoulder, mouth buried in the crook of your neck as he absentmindedly pressed kisses to it.
You weren’t really focused on the movie much. How could you be when your irresistible boyfriend couldn’t get his mouth off of you? You squirmed as his lips landed close to your ear, tickling you. “Hoon, the movie…” You mumbled, though you could give less of a shit about it at this point.
“I am watching…” he said, clearly not watching. You snorted softly, leaning further back into him. His arms tightened around your waist instinctively, keeping you settled comfortably in his lap. The television continuing streaming your shitty movie, but neither of you have been paying attention to the plot at this point. (That was barely even there, in the first place.)
Your fingers continued tracing over his pale hands as his lips continued to wander. His arms loosened so his hands could hold you, his large hands splaying across the expanse of your sides. “So clingy…” you muttered.
“Finals stole you from me,” he said, matter-of-factly. He continued to litter your skin with his soft kisses, and eventually, you couldn’t help yourself from meeting his mouth. He smiled as you both kissed, teeth clacking against each other as the innocent kisses evolved into a needy claim of each other. The pace became rapid as you contorted your body, setlting in his lap so that you were properly facing him. Your arms circled around his neck, pulling you closer. Sunghoon could tell you were still being clumsy, but that made it even more endearing. You were acting so needy, and it was igniting a new feeling in the vampire.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jake’s voice became present. “Okay so– first, you guys are like– you guys gotta get in the mood, right? Let’s say you guys are kissing and making out and whatnot. You gotta ask how she feels, ya know? Check in and read the mood, then ask really carefully.” Sunghoon pulled away, a hand moving to gently cup your cheek, his thumbpad gently stroking your soft skin.
“Baby, are you feeling okay?” He mumbled. You nodded. “Okay– you need to tell me if it is uncomfortable,” he murmured. Your fingers slid into the hair at the nape of his neck as you nodded, pulling him back into you. His eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in the feeling of your sweet kisses, devouring him more than he could have ever done to you.
You shifted your hips over his, trying to get comfortable, but the movement pulled out a strangled groan from Sunghoon’s throat. You shifted away, alarmed. “Hoon? Does it hurt?” You softly asked. He shook his head, steadying your body by gripping onto you. His kisses moved down to pepper onto your neck, leaving hickeys in its wake. He was getting so hungry, so hungry… But it wasn’t the typical hollowness that left his stomach growling. It was a flame that kept flickering, pooling an unfamiliar heat in his body that left him shivering.
He bit down onto your neck instinctively despite his fangs not protracting, leaving only safe indents where his teeth were. You whimpered, squirming your head away. He bit again– Oh? This almost felt like the real thing. He was tempted to draw his fangs, but a pressing question had taken priority in his mouth.
“Baby, do– do you want to take the next step?”
The question startled you. You stilled, gripping his buff shoulders to pull him away from you, looking him in the eye. Sunghoon smiled comfortingly, trying to show you that he was completely relaxed, even though he was consumed with anxiety. If he had a functioning heart, it would be rapidly thumping just like yours.
“Uhm– Hoon, I– I dunno…” You confessed nervously, trying to widen your distance out of fear. “Uh– Hoon, I– I’m still a virgin and– and I don’t know if I’m ready yet…” You were stumbling over your words, heavy breaths escaping you as you tried to regulate your nerves. Sunghoon gently rubbed your hip, trying to soothe you.
“That is okay, Y/N,” he said softly, “I am one too. A virgin, I mean,” he added in an attempt to pacify your worries. “And we do not have to do anything you do not want to.” He nodded confidently. You smiled, and he could feel your heartbeat level out as your shoulders relaxed.
Vampirism was inherently about taking, taking, taking. Taking blood, taking lives, and taking apart people from the inside. But nothing about this relationship was about taking, not the way he intended. He was supposed to take your blood, drain your veins dry for all that they could give– but now he was in your space, making you feel comforted, denying his own instincts just to preserve every bit of you.
“I love you,” Sunghoon abruptly whispered. “I love you, Y/N.” He was suddenly overwhelmed with his emotions– guilt and adoration. The idea of him eating you before getting to this point filled him with so much shame that it was choking him. A few months ago, you were just considered a mere blood bag, reduced down to food and fuel. But now, the thought of it made him sick, the thought that he would’ve simply gotten over you in seconds with a deep pitch of his fangs. That you wouldn’t be here, your heart beating for him and only him. That you would just be another cold body without any blood and another unsolved case. Oh. Sunghoon felt like he was going to seriously throw up. He’s not even sure if vampires could throw up.
“You make me feel…” Alive, human, mortal. “... you make me feel so happy.” Is what he finalized with.
You gently grabbed his jaw, turning his face back toward you. “I love you too,” you said. “I love you so much, Hoon. And you make me happy, too.” You nodded. His throat tightened. Of course you loved him, because you only knew his good sides, not the sides that thought about indulging in your crimson proteins or planned to date you just to fucking consume you.
You leaned forward first this time, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before curling back into his chest. Sunghoon wrapped the blanket tighter around both of you, keeping the both of you warm. The movie credits had long begun rolling, nearing the end. You yawned quietly, mouth stretching as a signal of your drowsiness settling in.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Mhm.” You nodded. “Can we stay like this a little longer?”
“Of course, baby.”
Your breathing eventually evened out against him. And while you drifted closer to sleep in his arms, Sunghoon stayed awake. Well, mostly because he was a vampire, but he was sure that even if he wasn’t, he’d remain awake. You looked so calm and peaceful and vulnerable that he felt obligated to stay awake and watch over you, making the most minuscule movements of his life. And Sunghoon would have revelled in that stillness of yours if he was still craving to eat you, but instead his hunger was swallowed down, suppressed by the love he had for you.
Summer came, bringing in a blistering heat. You didn’t go back to your hometown like you usually did. Instead, you stayed in your apartment during the three months off of school, choosing to remain with your boyfriend.
Over the 17 weeks that you guys stayed within proximity of each other, dates lined your calendar nearly every single day. Normally, you would’ve gotten sick of spending so much time with someone, but Sunghoon’s presence in your life settled right where it belonged that it felt like he had always existed alongside you. Your roommate had subletted her room to someone who was barely ever there, giving Sunghoon the perfect opportunity to basically move in with you. He was still officially living with Jake, his name still on the lease. But he practically became your new roommate with how often he was at your place.
The sunny season shined a new light upon your boyfriend. You came to find yourself endeared and amused by how much he cared about UV protection. After you told him you found his stock of sunscreen in his bathroom, he gave up hiding it and began piling his supply in your place as well. You always had an umbrella ready for when he finally obliged to take walks in the morning and long protective sleeves and leggings for whenever you guys went out while the sun was.
Summer left as soon as it came, and suddenly fall was beginning to settle in as a new semester begun.
You admittedly cried a little. Sunghoon was now in his fourth year and you were a third year, meaning that graduation would fall upon him. It felt like you met him too late, you had cried to him one night. But Sunghoon knew both of you had all of the time in the world. He was a vampire after all, he had centuries to kill, and he could spend eternity with you if he wanted to. (He said that to you, minus the whole vampire shtick. You had laughed and smacked his arm, but he meant it entirely.)
Time continued moving despite your protests and tears. Soon, your laptop was flooded with assignments and your notebooks were filled with redundant philosophy and sociology jargon. Even though you said for the third year in a row that you would finally get your shit together, your color-coded journal became increasingly empty and your working hours began to bleed into dawn.
A part of you feared that you would unintentionally find distance with Sunghoon, with how your workloads had nearly doubled since last year. But he found a way to weave himself into your daily life. He walked you to class, waited for you even at the dead of night, and showed up at your apartment with takeout whenever you texted him that you were hungry. (He had simply began putting the hours of the day into you while night time became his productive space. Being a vampire did have its perks.)
Stressful was an understatement to describe your semester, and even Sunghoon couldn’t deny that it was creeping into him too. So when Jake appeared with a wide, anticipatory grin and a Doorlist notification on his phone, the slightly-younger vampire felt like he was genuinely going to punch the Australian.
“I am not going to a party,” Sunghoon deadpanned.
“Dude, it’s Jay’s party. We have to go. It’s his last rager!” Jake whined.
“You and I both know that is not true. We are also a bit too old to be attending parties now.”
“You are never too old to attend a party, Hoon.” Jake nodded. “Matter-of-fact, we’re supposed to be at the legal drinking age right now. We should be at that party. And it’s Jay, man! Remember when he found out that we were vampires, and he was soo chill about it too.”
“Firstly, he found out that you were a vampire, and then you revealed my identity as one under no pressure.” Sunghoon gritted his teeth. “And what if we are in a situation where Jay is intoxicated, and then he says something like, ‘Oh, by the way, these are my two vampire friends!” Sunghoon was blubbering for the first time in his life, his eloquent manner of speaking vanishing.
“Hoon, who is going to believe that?” Jake groaned.
“Drunk words are sober truth,” Sunghoon replied solemnly, “Plus, there will be other girls there. And I do not want Y/N to get the wrong idea.” He nodded, crossing his arms. It was the perfect reason, and he’s sure Jake knew it. So when the Australian vampire spoke up, Sunghoon nearly choked.
“I heard from Y/N’s roomie that they’re going.”
Sunghoon froze, stunned as Jake dropped the final bomb that he knew would make the slightly-younger vampire explode. He ignored the fact that Jake knew your roommate to press the older vampire. “Y/N is going? Y/N did not tell me.” Sunghoon gritted his teeth. He knew he sounded like a possessive boyfriend, but he didn’t care about his tone.
“Oh? Really? She RSVP’d as going on the Doorlist, though?” Jake showed Sunghoon for proof. Sunghoon felt like he was about to explode.
“RSVP me too,” Sunghoon conceded. Jake pumped his fist.
“Yes, bro, let’s go!” He cheerfully said. Sunghoon checked his phone when a notification slid in.
Y/N (girlfriend): babeeee my roomie is dragging me to jay’s party this weekend. can u come with me plsss?
hoon (boyfieee): YES.
hoon (boyfieee): I mean. Yes. Let’s go together. Jaeyun and I will pick you up, okay? And your roommate too, I suppose.
Y/N (girlfriend): yay!! oki, c u hoon <3
❛❛THREE PEOPLE, TWO SETS OF FANGS❞ ── 5
Sunghoon waited outside patiently of your apartment complex, sitting in the passenger seat of Jake’s car. His fingers drummed impatiently on the window switch, just wanting you to come out already.
“Bro, chill, lover boy.” Jake snorted. Sunghoon let out a small hiss, watching the door, waiting for the hinges to creak and the fortified wood to swing open. His leg jumped up and down as he counted the seconds until he’d see you bound down the stairs with a cute smile on your face. Maybe in a cute outfit, too. He’d never really seen your party getups, and you both have never been to the bars together.
The vampire’s breath hitched as the door to your complex swung open, revealing two women. It was you and your roommate and Dracula– you were absolutely stunning. Wearing an outfit that would bring any mortal, and immortal, to their knees. It wasn’t even that revealing or particularly sexy, but you brought out the best of it. Your hair was styled beautifully, bouncing with every step you took. You were smiling widely while talking to your Chowon, radiating a brightness that could rival the sun and scar his vampiric skin.
Jake let out a low whistle. "Damn." Sunghoon's head snapped toward him.
"What?" He growled.
“Not Y/N, dumbass. Chowon. Damn, she’s so pretty.” Jake fixed his hair in the mirror again. The backdoor suddenly swung open, and the noisy sounds of two girls clamoring into the back of a car filled the atmosphere.
"Hoonie!" you beamed. Immediately, every trace of irritation disappeared from the vampire’s face.
"Hello, baby,” he greeted back casually, turning around to look at you. You leaned forward with a small giggle, your knees bumping into the center console as you reached to kiss his cheek. Sunghoon practically melted. Your perfume was intoxicating, and it was almost accentuating your natural smell. Your lips were painted a deep color, and he’s sure that your kiss just left a lipstick mark on his face.
Yeah, Sunghoon wasn’t sure he would survive this party.
You spent the entire ride leaning forward between the seats, chatting animatedly with Jake and Chowon while Sunghoon sat quietly in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. (You caught him staring every single time he thought he was being subtle, and it always brought a small smile to your lips.)
By the time Jake pulled into the crowded street outside the party house, music was already rattling the windows and Sunghoon was sure he spotted some guy already yakking in the neighbor’s bushes.
"Oh my God, it's packed," you gasped excitedly. Sunghoon immediately wanted to go home. The front lawn was crowded, Red Solo cups already littered on the grass. The bass from the speakers was so loud that he could feel it vibrating through the asphalt of the street. There was so many people that Sunghoon was picking up on enough pulses to have his head ringing.
"Fun," he deadpanned. Jake parked on the street, a bit away from the party so that nobody would yak on his tires. The four of you walked to the venue, with your Chowon hitting it off with Jake while you swung your hands with Sunghoon. As soon as you entered the venue, you were sucked into another world with strobing lights to replace the night sky and loud EDM music in place of the chirping crickets. Sunghoon was already regretting his decision. He should’ve just asked if you guys could stay in and have a nice little comfortable date to yourself that didn’t involve over 100 people cramped into a two-story house.
“Be careful. Men are wolves.” Sunghoon said seriously. You giggled.
“Aren’t you a man?” You teasingly asked.
“I’m not a wolf.” He was genuinely repulsed at your question. He was a vampire, a respectable vampire. Werewolves were all instincts and impulses, pheromones and whatnot. Vampires were supposed to be creatures of restraint, sophistication, and control. (Whether that was actually true was up for debate, considering Jake was already losing his mind on the Bloody Mary’s he snuck into the party.)
“Hoon? Should we get a drink too?” You asked, glancing at Jake who was downing his homemade cocktails like he had just found water in a desert. Sunghoon looked around. Everyone else was drunk off of their minds, and the place stunk of booze and body odor. He scrunched his nose.
“Do you want one? I will not get one,” he replied, crossing his arms. You pouted.
“You’re so responsible, Hoon. I’ll try a cup of jungle juice!” You cheerfully spoke. He held your hand, letting you drag him to the bar where Jay’s friend, Sunoo, was standing. He poured a cup that looked like it was wayyy too big of a serving for one gal before sending you a thumbs up.
You took a sip, your eyebrows raising in satisfaction. “Oh? This is dangerous. It tastes like pure juice.”
“Jay’s secret recipe!” Sunoo yelled over the hard bass. You turned around to laugh at Sunoo’s remark when you heard Jake cheer.
“Yoo, Hoon, man, I found Jay! Come say hi!” The Australian rambunctiously yelled, an arm looped around Chowon’s waist. For a brief moment, Sunghoon’s attention shifted to look at the older man. Then, he felt a body press up against him, muttering an apology as it squeezed past. Then another person followed, and then an entire group of freshmen guys yelling about the jungle juice slipped past. And suddenly, you weren’t in his line of vision anymore.
Sunghoon’s head snapped around, trying his best to locate you. He even tried to sniff you out (maybe he was part-werewolf), to no avail. He couldn’t even single out the aroma of your sweet blood with the large crowd, the musty smell of sweaty bodies filling his senses instead. His nose scrunched up in pure disgust.
"Y/N?" He raised his voice, but nobody answered back.
Meanwhile, you were being swept in an entirely different direction. "Hoon?" you called out nervously, standing on your toes to try to get a glimpse of his familiar black hair amongst the seat of people. But the crowd had completely swallowed the both of you up into different currents. "Great." You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone, only to feel a pang of frustration from the lack of bars.
"Looking for someone?" A voice asked. It was way too soft to be heard above the crowd, yet somehow, you had distinguished it amongst the screams, singing, and EDM. You turned around, your nose nearly bumping into the chest of a stranger. You looked up. He had a gentle and easygoing smile on his lips, an amicable sign that looked like it could put anyone at ease. Yet for some reason, it made you a bit unnerved.
"Yeah," you laughed awkwardly. "I lost my boyfriend." The pale man licked his lips, raising an eyebrow in surprise and vague disappointment.
"Boyfriend, huh?" He replied.
"Mhm." You hummed, a bit weirded out.
"Lucky guy,” he commented. His eyes drifted briefly toward your neck and wrist, before slowly looking back at your face. His smile never left. He leaned in to speak into your ear, "My name's Sangwon."
A chill crawled down your spine. When he stepped closer, his eyes looked exactly like how Sunghoon’s used to when he stared at you during class.
“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky too. Nice to meet you Sangwon.” You nervously chuckled, taking a cautious step back, trying your hardest to put at least some semblance of distance between the both of you despite the packed party. You intentionally didn’t give your name, feeling more and more creeped out the more you looked at him. Sure, he was attractive, but he was giving you the heebie-jeebies for some reason. “Uhm– I’m going to find my boyfriend, yeah.”
“Do you need me to accompany you? It’s really crowded,” he murmured, his voice blaring sirens in your ear despite how soft-spoken he was.
“No– oh no, that’s really okay… I mean, I’ll be fine.” You swallowed. Sangwon tilted his head.
“Your boyfriend wouldn't want you wandering around alone, would he?” His voice lulled almost into a purr. You scoffed, now getting a bit angry at the sheer audacity of this man. Alright, now he was just being downright freaky. Before you could decline again, a wave of people pushed through the room. Someone bumped your shoulder, sending you stumbling slightly. Sangwon's hand immediately shot out to steady you. His grip was cold, almost as cold as Sunghoon’s usual body temperature and way too cold for the hot and heavy-air atmosphere you were in. You stared at him, but made a point not to thank him.
His pointer and middle fingerpads brushed against the inside of your wrist before he let go of your wrist, his digits slowly unfurling around your bone and skin. His smile seemed to widen as he brushed up against the epidermis. “Your heart's beating really fast,” he whispered.
“Uh... what?”
“Probably the music.” He laughed lightly. “And the crowd.”
“Riiiight…” You drawled out. What a freak! You inched away, backing up. Sangwon seemed to follow, as if you had him on a fishing line that magically pulled him. His eyes dropped down, and for a second you were disgusted to see it fall to your lips, but then it dropped lower. You were about to smack him, thinking he was staring at your chest or something, but his gaze shifted slightly to the right. You could see as the red and white lights flashed on his face that his pupils were dilating, his focus seemingly on one thing:
Your neck.
His mouth fell agape, and you could see his canines protruding, thinning of into sharp peaks. Your breath hitched. The pleasant smile he had been wearing all conversation suddenly looked strained, as if he were forcing it into place.
"Are you okay?" you asked cautiously. Suddenly, the breath was knocked out of you as you were pulled back into someone’s chest. You didn’t have to look behind you to know who it was, because the cold and broad muscle was one that you had been slotted up against for endless nights. A firm, left arm wrapped around the top of your chest, locking you into a protective embrace.
“What are you doing with my girlfriend?” Sunghoon hissed. Sangwon's eyes flickered from Sunghoon's face to the arm wrapped around you. Then, slowly, a real and oddly amused smile spread across his lips.
"Oh." The single syllable carried a strange understanding, and it felt like you were suddenly on the outsider of an inside joke. "She's yours." Sangwon raised both hands, as if surrendering. "I'm not trying to cause any trouble."
"You were staring at her neck." The accusation left Sunghoon immediately. You blinked, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What an oddly specific thing to say. You looked at Sunghoon, and suddenly you didn’t recognize him anymore. When you looked back at Sangwon, it felt less like two strangers meeting and more like two predators sizing each other up.
“So?” Sangwon sighed. "You know how difficult it is to find good donors these days,” he complained, almost whining. Your mouth fell agape in pure discombobulation. Donors? What the hell was he talking about, and why does it seem like Sunghoon understood?
“She is not– She is not a donor.” Sunghoon swallowed, almost sounding pained. “She is my girlfriend, and I love her.” You would’ve cooed if you weren’t so fucking scared and confused. Sangwon looked you up and down before glancing at Sunghoon again.
"How long?" He licked his lips.
Sunghoon's jaw clenched. "That's none of your business,” he spat out.
"Months?" Sangwon guessed. “Months, and you haven’t fed?
FED???
"What does that mean? Hoonie– baby– what does that mean?” You asked, his protective grip on you suddenly feeling suffocating, the weight of his muscular arm now feeling too heavy for your liking. Sangwon barked out a laugh.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"Stop. Talking.” Sunghoon didn’t know why he didn’t just pull away. He was so caught up in his anger and disgust
"No, seriously." He pointed between the two of you. "You mean to tell me you've been dating her for months and you're still surviving off bagged blood?"
The color drained from your face. What the fuck does he mean bagged blood. It was like your head was on a swivel with the way you kept looking at your boyfriend and the random stranger.
"...What? Babe, what the hell is he talking about–” You began to nervously ramble. Sunghoon looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole. Unfortunately for him, Sangwon seemed to be having the time of his life, a cheshire-like grin spreading on his lips as he kept talking.
"Dude, that's insane. You're telling me you've been sleeping next to this girl every night and haven't taken a single sip?" The words were beginning to form a horrifying picture. Was your boyfriend a fucking cannibal or something? Sunghoon's eyes flashed dangerously.
"One more word and I'll rip your throat out." He snarled. The threat came out so naturally and so unlike your delicate boyfriend who was always precious smiles and soft words.
The EDM was pounding your ear drums, and your heart rate was accelerating. You nervously began to paw at Sunghoon’s arm nervously, your throat closing up and breath stuttering with every heavyset inhale. "H-Hoon..." you whispered. Your voice was barely audible. For the first time since you'd known him, his touch didn't comfort you. It felt like a trap. Sunghoon immediately loosened his grip, hurt flashing across his face.
Sangwon laughed, his eyes wrinkling into gentle crescents despite his mocking demeanor. "See?" He said in a whiny tone. "Now you've gone and scared her. It’s okay, you should feel special. Do you know how hard it is for vampires to love?”
As you looked back at Sangwon, for a split second, your eyes caught something gleaming in the light. A sharp pair of fangs. Your breath caught. You turned around to face your boyfriend.
And when you looked at Sunghoon, he was baring the same set of sharp teeth.
Your boyfriend was a fucking vampire.
You stumbled forwards, out of his grip and towards Sangwon. Realizing you were in between two fucking vampires, you stumbled out to the side, letting your feet lead you away. You heard faintly hear Sunghoon call your name, and hear his footsteps pounding against the floor as they followed after you. By the time you got outside, you thought that the fresh air would let you breathe again, but every inhale seemed to weigh more down on your lungs.
“Baby, please– just listen to me, please, baby.” Sunghoon continuously begged behind you, his voice following you like a loyal puppy.
“Sunghoon– you–” You didn’t even know what to say. What could you? You were standing outside a frat house at midnight after discovering your boyfriend was apparently a vampire. Like the mythical creature that wasn’t supposed to be fucking real, vampire.
“Baby, please,” Sunghoon repeated. You spun around. He nearly bumped into you, his chest nearly slamming against your nose. You backed up, putting some distance between the both of you.
“Are you a vampire?”
The question sounded ridiculous. It wasn’t a sentence that you’d ever thought you’d say. You couldn’t even fucking imagine what situation you would ever use it in, yet here you were, in front of your supposed vampire boyfriend. The second the question left your mouth, Sunghoon's face crumpled. He couldn't even deny it now that he was confronted directly, and his silence was answer enough.
Your stomach dropped. “Oh my God.”
“Y/N—”
“Oh my God.” Your hands flew into your hair. Everything suddenly made sense. The sunscreen, the garlic allergy, the weird staring and formal way of speaking. His fucking books from forever ago and his odd fascination with the Victorian and Gothic eras. His cold skin, his weird fixation with giving you hickeys, and the way he never seemed to get tired. And oh my goodness this is why you could never use the bathroom with him because he doesn’t even show up in mirrors– Your knees nearly buckled, your mind getting crushed with the sheer amount of realizations in your relationship thus far. “Is it true, Sunghoon?” You whispered, “That you’re really a vampire?”
“Yes.” The answer came quietly.
“You lied to me.” Your voice cracked. Sunghoon looked like you'd stabbed him with a wooden stake.
“I know, baby–”
“For months!” You added.
“I know.” He exhaled.
“You let me think you were normal!” Sunghoon’s heart was physically aching, a feeling that he hadn’t experienced a century ago. His heart couldn’t ache. It wasn’t even pumping. But of course, it was you who had pulled out such a strong emotion out of him.
“I wanted to be, Y/N. Please– I really wanted to be normal. For you,” he murmured. For the first time since you’ve met Sunghoon, he looked scared. “I did not mean to lie to you forever,” he said quietly. “I just— I was just waiting for the right time!”
“And when was that?” you demanded. “When we graduated? When we got married? When I was eighty, on my deathbed, while you still look as young as ever, Sunghoon?” Each question made him flinch.
“I do not know,” was all he could say. The music from inside the house pulsed faintly through the walls, but all you could feel was the silence that was lingering over both of your heads.
“Were you really going to drink my blood?” You quietly asked. Sunghoon froze. The question clearly wasn't the one he'd been expecting, but he couldn’t lie to you anymore. He nodded slowly once.
“A long time ago,” he whispered, “But not anymore. Not anymore,” he mumbled. Your question sent him off into a bizarre, desperate, and incoherent rambling. He was muttering to himself, his gaze focused on the hard grass beneath your feet. He took a cautious step forward. “I would rather starve. I promise you, baby.” He sniffled, and when he looked up again, he was crying.
“Sunghoon…” you mumbled, unable to resist cupping his cold skin and wiping away his tear. He nuzzled his cheek into your warm palm, his eyes fluttering shut. He wasn’t the scary bloodsucker that Sangwon made him out to me. No, he was still your sweet boyfriend Sunghoon.
“I–” He choked out. “I– Your blood smelled so good when I first met you…” He confessed. “The first time we became project partners, I wasn't happy because I liked you. I was happy because it made it so much easier for me to just drink you up. But you are sweet– you are so so sweet, Y/N, just like your blood. And every time we met up, we got closer and– and you made me feel something I haven’t felt in over a hundred years. I don’t know when it happened, Y/N, but I didn’t just want your blood anymore. I wanted you.” He was breathless as he rambled on and on, and he would continue until there was no more air in his lungs as long as you were convinced and you didn’t leave him.
“Hoon, I’m– I’m really mad still…” your voice cracked, your fingers clumsily coming up to rub away as a tear slipped down your cheek. “You– you still lied to me… and– and you wanted to suck my blood. I dunno how I feel about that, Hoon…” you murmured, “but I can’t deny that I haven’t been at my happiest with you. And admittedly, I don’t think I can say that I hate you…”
Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with the tears that lined his ducts. He sniffled, his pale hands rubbing against each other at the palms to help soothe himself. "You do not have to forgive me tonight," he said quickly, as if the words had been waiting behind his teeth. "Or tomorrow. Or next week." His gaze dropped to the pavement. "Honestly, I do not know if I would forgive me." He laughed weakly, wiping at his tear-stained face.
"I understand if you are scared of me, too,” he spoke lowly. You couldn’t deny it. You were scared. Not exactly of Sunghoon, but of everything you had just learned. It was too much for a college student to process. That vampires apparently existed. And your boyfriend was one. And that same boyfriend who kissed your forehead before exams and made you your favorite instant ramyeon when you were sick had once looked at you and thought about draining all your blood.
It was way too much.
"I’m sorry, Hoon– I– I think… I need a second. Away. From you,” you hesitantly said. Sunghoon nodded in understanding. “I’ll– I’ll call an uber. And I’ll call you eventually, Hoon. When I’ve sorted everything out.”
Sunghoon spent a week in absolute misery.
The first day, he kept staring at all of the pictures of you he had on his phone. The second day, he went through your social media, stalking your account to see your minimal amount of photos posted and to see if you had put anything on your stories. The third day, he was contemplating whether or not it’d be worth it to bake himself in the Sun. He wasn’t even sure how he made it through the rest of the four days without actually dying.
"For the love of Dracula, man." Jake threw a throw pillow directly at his face. Sunghoon didn't even flinch. The pillow hit him square in the fact before it slowly slid off. "Get up, you’re embarrassing our entire species. Vampires don’t sulk, we smolder, man." Jake looked at the untouched blood packets littering the coffee table. "And when was the last time you ate, dude? You’re making our apartment look like a fucking crime scene in the making. And you look paler than usual, man, damn. You look like Nosferatu.”
"I am not hungry. And do not compare me to him. That feels blasphemous.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Have you texted her at least?”
“I am waiting for her to text me. She is the one who said she needed space, so I must wait for her.” Sunghoon sighed, rubbing his forehead despite himself. Jake winced.
“Man, it must be really bad if you’re touching your face..” He gave a firm pat to Sunghoon’s back. “Well, look on the bright side, man. She probably won’t break up with you if she just said she needed space, right?” Jake tried. Sunghoon nodded, but there were no emotions on his listless face.
“But what if she decides to after a week?” Sunghoon sniffled. Jake rolled his eyes.
“Man, I think if anything, if I found out my boyfriend was a vampire, it would make him hotter!” Jake tried once more. Sunghoon nodded again, but there wasn’t exactly a positive or negative reaction. He wasn’t exactly scared of being dumped. He was more terrified of the fact that he could have scarred you. He was terrified that instead of picturing him as your boyfriend, all you would see is a set of fangs, ready to dig into you and kill you at any moment.
He felt like throwing up. It was probably because of the malnourishment, but he felt sick at the thought of you thinking that he would kill you. And the truth was that he did at one point, but even though he changed his mind about it, the concept had still existed at one point. And for you, every perspective and sweet memory the two of you shared was probably now stained by his foolish intentions. He wanted to rip his hair out. He was nearly about to actually when his phone began to ring.
He lunged for his phone on the coffee table, his heart feeling lighter as he read the contact. It was yours. He picked up before the second ring could even happen. “Y/N? Babe? Is that you?” He meekly spoke.
“Hoon? Can you come over?” You asked through the phone. His heart felt like it was breaking into two as he heard your soft sniffles that you tried so hard to suppress.
“Yes. I will be there. I–” He let out a defeated sigh. “I will be there in five minutes. I am going to fly,” he honestly admitted as he walked to the balcony door. His fingers pulled back the black-out curtains for a moment to reveal the weather outside. The Sun was almost mocking him, shining brightly despite his gloomy mood, and he hissed silently as the ray caught on his exposed arm.
“What? What do you mean fly, Hoon? Like– fly with your vampiric powers?” You fussed. He winced.
“Yes. I love you. Five minutes, babe.”
And as promised, he was outside the door to your apartment in five minutes. He was about to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open, revealing you in all your glory. You looked, well, like a mess to be honest. Your eyes were puffy, lips pouty, and you were drowning in an oversized sweatshirt that Sunghoon was sure belonged to him. He would’ve felt upset at your condition if you didn’t wear his clothes, because to him, it was a sign that you still loved him some way.
Sunghoon missed you so much. He missed you so much that it felt like his skin was peeling off. Oh, maybe it was. He was standing a little bit in the Sun. You gently wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled him inside your apartment. The curtains were drawn shut, and the living room was illuminated by a warm standing lamp at the end of your couch. The dark atmosphere made him swallow. Were you really sulking in such a dim environment, just as he was?
“I missed you.” He breathed out without thinking. You looked stunned that he spoke up first, but soon, a soft smile spread across your lips.
“I missed you too, Hoon…” you responded, “Let’s– Let’s talk in my room, okay?” You proposed. He nodded obediently. He’d walk into incoming traffic if you asked him in that sweet tone. He followed you and noticed immediately that his sunscreen brand was still on your dresser and that his phone charger was still plugged into the wall. A ghost of a grin haunted his expression.
“Can I just– ask you something?” You exhaled. “How much of our relationship was real? How much of it did you really feel?”
“All of it.” The answer came immediately. You were taken aback at how fast he replied. “I think… for the most part, I was in denial about my feelings. You were my first everything, Y/N,” he confessed, his hands beginning to tremor with the intensity of his passion. “My first girlfriend, my first kiss, and my first love.” He nodded. “Even after over 120 years of living.”
“120 YEARS?” You yelped. He winced, his broad frame curling into himself. He looked less of a vampire and more of a frightened kitten.
“Yes… I am around 120 years old… Give or take?” His shoulders shrugged up with a sheepish look on his face. “But that is not relevant right now…?” He waved his hands dismissively. “All that matters is that I, Park Sunghoon the vampire, am sincerely in love with you.” He nodded, before twisting his expression. “Was that too cheesy?”
“A little bit.” You laughed wetly. You slowly opened your arms, and Sunghoon hesitantly allowed himself to fall into it. Even though he was a muscular vampire, he felt so small in your warm embrace. “I’m still mad, Hoon…” you admitted. “But I can’t lie and say that our relationship doesn’t mean anything to me. Because you’ve been my boyfriend first for a while now, and to me, being a vampire is a secondary thing. Does that make sense?” You kissed his forehead softly, and you could feel the muscles ease under your lips.
“Yes…” he murmured softly. You smiled.
“Although I’ll probably be a little mad for a while. Just ‘cuz you lied to me. And I think I can get past the part where you wanted to suck my blood because you said you don’t want to anymore, I guess. It’s a little muddy there.” You scratched your head. He nodded against your chest.
“I am sorry. I can apologize a million times until you are not mad anymore. On my knees, too. Or you can hang me upside down by my feet like a bat if that makes you happier.” He added. You smiled and gently smoothed down the back of his sleek, black hair before cupping his pale face.
“Maybe later, baby. I just think I want to spend some missed time with my boyfriend right now.”
❛❛THIS SWEET SCENT, FANGS GLOWING RED❞ ── + 1
“Baby, are you okay?”
It had been a while since you and Sunghoon had made up, but somehow looked even sicker than he did when he first appeared on your doorstep. Your boyfriend was already naturally cold and pale, but his white skin somehow turned greyish and practically translucent enough to see the outline of his bone structure. He couldn’t even go out, his skin becoming even more sensitive to UV rays no matter how much he covered himself up. Even a puffer jacket couldn’t stop the sunlight from penetrating through to his skin.
“I am fine,” he said weakly. He was currently bundled up in all of your blankets, laying down in your bed with a hot pack on his forehead. You weren’t sure this would heal him up, and Sunghoon honestly wasn’t sure himself, but he reassured you that it was the thought that counts and that ,“he’s a vampire, so he’ll probably live.”
After three days of his sickness and still no sign of recovery, you called in professional reinforcements.
“Yeah, I dunno man.” Jake shrugged as he casually sucked on his blood pack. He offered some to Sunghoon, who shrugged with a repulsed scrunch of his nose. “Are you hungry, man? You didn’t eat for a like– a week when you guys didn’t talk. Maybe it’s like his stomach shrank or something.” Jake tried to find a reason.
“I have not had a blood pack since before our fight,” Sunghoon admitted honestly, “I tried to, but they taste repulsive for some odd reason.”
“Ohh…” Jake’s mouth formed into a surprised circle. “Have you tried drinking Y/N’s blood?”
“Are you crazy!? That is why we did not speak in the first place, you lunatic!” Sunghoon growled before bursting out into a fit of coughs.
“I mean, you haven’t had any form of sustenance, and you’re disgusted by other blood. If she’s your girl, and you wanted to drink her blood before, logically wouldn’t it be better if you just drank her blood?” Jake suggested.
“What if– what if I hurt you, Y/N?” Sunghoon swallowed, wincing as the dry lining of his esophagus itched.
“I can always push you off, you know?” You smiled. “I’m not that weak and fragile, Hoon.” Your words were firm, but apparently not firm enough to convince Sunghoon. He was gnawing at his bottom lip anxiously, but you could see how his canines looked sharper than they usually were.
“Okay…” Sunghoon finally conceded. Jake left, taking a bottle of his roommate’s sunscreen that he forgot on the coffee table as “payment” for his help. After the Australian vampire left, you settled into bed with Sunghoon. He sat up properly, letting you sit in his lap. The blanket that had covered his long legs was now strewn across your bed, bunched up on the side against your wall.
“If it hurts, just please slap the immortality out of me.” Sunghoon nodded firmly. You laughed, gently cupping his gaunt face so that he could look at you properly.
“I trust you, baby, just trust yourself too, hm?” The pads of your thumb rubbed up against his cheeks. He let out a small breath before burying his nose into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, as if he could breathe you into your lungs and keep you locked in there forever. A small pleased grunt left his lips, the sound raspy and dry.
“You smell s’good…” he mumbled. You kept looking at his face, taking note of every microexpression he made. His thick eyebrows twitched together, the muscles forming wrinkles at the center. His nose fluttered up and down like a bunny sniffing out for carrots. And then he opened his mouth, and your heart felt like it stopped. (Sunghoon knew it only paced faster.)
Past his plump lips and lining his red mouth was his two sharp fangs, gleaming with how sharp they were. “Gonna sink them into your neck, baby… right here…” Sunghoon’s voice whispered as his jaw hinged wide open. Your fingers instinctively curled, gripping his t-shirt into your clammy grasp. You squeezed your eyes shut, body tensing to brace for the impact of his teeth. Sunghoon immediately felt the tension ripple through your muscles. He gently skimmed his delicate fingers up and down your sides to soothe you. The gesture was so sweet and gentle compared to the threat posed by his pointed canines.
His touch coaxed the stiffness from your muscles bit by bit. The room seemed to narrow until there was nothing but his cold fingertips, your booming heartbeat, and the warmth of his breath ghosting across your throat.
The second you finally relaxed–
CRUNCH!
The sound exploded through the bedroom. You bit your bottom lip so hard that it drew blood from the thin skin. Your back arched into a rigid bow, chest pressing against his and shoulders coming together to pull into your sides. Sunghoon’s grip on your waist tightened to stabilize your trembling body. He couldn’t speak, too busy with his mouth buried in your neck, but he gently squeezed at your sides to show you that he was there for you.
You felt his lips come down to surround his open mouth before he began to suck. A pleased groan left his mouth as your blood flooded his tastebuds. It was sweeter than anything he could’ve imagined, and for a second, he wondered if Eve felt this way beneath the tree, staring up at the apple before biting into it, only to discover that temptation had never done it justice.
And as soon as that second was over, every thought became incoherent to him, flushing away in a whirlpool. His eyes fluttered shut as he continued to suckle on your neck, his enclosed lips forming a hickey around the two prominent holes pierced in your skin. Sunghoon had spent months trying to convince himself that he didn’t want it anymore because it just wasn’t right, but as soon as the first drop of blood hit his tongue, he was sure he could get drunk purely off the taste alone. You really were AB+, huh.
Every beat of your heart pulsed beneath his lips steadily like a metronome, and every tremor that ran through your body reminded him that you trusted him enough to be this close. Sunghoon’s body was beginning to get flooded with a dizzying warmth that didn’t originate from your blood– no, it was all rushing to his head.
Your boyfriend tightened his grip on your waist, a shaky breath escaping him. If he wasn't careful, he might become addicted to this– the tantalizing cocktail of devotion and satiation that only drinking his girlfriend’s blood could mix up. He drank you down in in slow, greedy pulls, as if trying to savor everything flowing into his mouth. You could feel the faint movement of his Adam’s apple against your skin, each bobbing motion grounding him deeper, as if he were taking more than just blood—like he was taking pieces of your warmth, your heartbeat, your very presence.
Eventually, a dull buzz crept into your head and your strength began to slip from your muscles. Your fingers loosened their hold on his shirt, moving up to curl into fists and weakly rap at his broad shoulders.
He hesitated before pulling off, his breath hitching as he slowly lifted his head from your neck. You took in his expression as his face came back into your focal point. His lips were parted, thinly stained with the crimson tint of your blood, and his eyes were glowing a dark red. Yet, his pupils were unfocused and hazy, as if he was just abruptly woken up from the best dream he’s ever had in his life. As he blinked himself back to reality, his gaze focused on you.
You looked sickly, almost as sick as he was before he drank your blood. You were swaying slightly, your eyes fluttering open and shut like you were learning how they worked for the first time. He licked his lips to gather the remainders of your blood into his mouth. So fucking warm. So sweet. Sooo good, too good. It was everything he dreamt of and more. His eyes flickered to where he punctured your neck. Sunghoon had to bite his lips to suppress an audible groan from escaping his mouth. He abruptly dove back into your neck, but not to drink from you even more. He flattened his tongue and laved it over the two open wounds to seal them with his saliva, effectively cutting off any more blood flow and any more temptation to steal his rationale away.
“Hoon– Hoon, baby…” You whimpered. He pulled back, afraid at the way you sounded almost wounded. But then, he felt it. He glanced down to see your legs, spread and bordering his firm thighs, and in between, your heated core pressed against his prominent bulge. He bit his lip, trembling at the new and pleasurable sensation. “Hoon– did you get hard from drinking– drinking my blood?” You whispered. You sounded flattered and flabbergasted all at once.
Sunghoon felt dread wash upon him. As sexy as the situation was, the explanation was not. He sucked down the humiliation as he opened his mouth to rationalize his sudden spike of arousal. “Vampires do not produce blood. Therefore, when we intake blood, it may rush to certain parts of our bodies. I believe that, with such a– a desirable situation… it effectively decided to trail to my…” He didn’t finish his sentence, letting his newfound virility complete his explanation for him.
You giggled. “Do you– do you want to put it to use, Hoonie?” Your voice dipped down into a velvety purr, and Sunghoon was sure that if he wasn’t a vampire, his dick would’ve been instantly up the moment you looked at him with those hooded eyelids.
“Yes– fuck, yes.” He groaned out, gripping your hips tightly. Your hand tentatively reached down to grope his bulge through his sweats in order to truly feel what you were working with. A small gasp slipped past your open lips as your hand wrapped around his girth– and for the first time that you’ve met Sunghoon, he wasn’t frigid.
“It’s so warm, Hoonie…” You mumbled, your fingers laying over the soft material of his trousers, not quite gripping his clothed cock properly. “I– Can I see it?” You whispered. He nodded, pushing down his sweats and boxers down to his thigh. You gasped as his erection sprung up. It was red, leaking, and full of life.
“Do– do you like it?” He asked, trying to steady his voice so he didn’t seem nervous. You nodded slowly. Your brain was still trying to keep up with the situation– got your blood sucked, now should you suck his dick or…– But your thoughts became useless and all tied down to one thing. Sunghoon’s impressive cock bobbing up and down with every breath he took.
“I like it a lot, Hoonie…” you giggled. You cupped your palm under your chin to spit in it before gliding your enclosed palm down his length. He shuddered, his hips jolting up as soon as your warm hand made contact with his heated shaft. Everything he had learned went out the window– There were no candles or roses prepared, no kissing or making out beforehand either. But if he got to this position, where your delicate hand was stroking him so eagerly, then he guessed he didn’t really need those articles anyways, right?
“Your hand is so soft, Y/N. So warm too– almost as warm as your blood,” he muttered, “You are doing so good…” He hissed through his teeth as your grip tightened on his cock. Even though your spit wasn’t as a sufficient enough lubrication and there was still a bit of friction, he was in his most euphoric state. Sunghoon realized for a second that he would’ve never gotten to experience something so so good and utterly divine if it weren’t for you.
“Love you, baby…” Sunghoon suddenly said to remind you of his genuine affection. You smiled bashfully up at him.
“I love you too, Hoonie…” your voice was so sweet that he could taste it in his mouth. Or maybe it was the taste of your blood still lingering. Regardless, his heart was swelling. He leaned back against the headboard, one large hand flattened on your hip and the other hand bracing his body on the mattress. He was admiring your face, looking at the way you had small indents on your bottom lip from where you bit it and the noticeable flush coming back to your faces. Sunghoon could feel your heartbeat reverberating against your bones– could feel himself within your heartbeat. And he never wanted to feel anything else than this.
“Can I touch you too?” Sunghoon asked softly. You nodded silently, eyebrows wrinkling in concentration as you continued to stroke him. You were more playing with his cock at this point, squeezing your hand in random intervals and intently watching the way precum was beading at the tip with every upward stroke. While you were concentrated, his free hand smoothly made its way to your shorts, pressing two curious fingers up against your clothed cunt. You whimpered, lips curling up in a sensitive pout as your legs twitched together. He pressed harder, observing the way you reacted to his gentle touch.
He jolted as you found your rhythm with your hand, your erratic strokes becoming steady pumps. Your soft palms, slicked with your saliva, was making him dizzy. He felt like all the blood that he sucked out of you was rushing to his dick instead of circulating throughout his body. His hips were gyrating upwards as he absentmindedly chased the pleasure surge. Fuck, it felt like he was about to faint– or die. He’d be fine as long as you kept that firm grip on his cock and kept staring at him so prettily–
“Oh, Hoon!” You gasped. Bursts of his cum erupted from his slit, landing to coat the back of your hands and the sides of your fingers. He swallowed, panting as your hand slowly kept dragging up and down to help ease him from his high.
“Fuck– Oh my Dracula.” He breathed out raggedly. “I did not know that– that it could ever feel this good.”
“You’re telling me you never masturbated in your century of living?” You snorted. He nodded.
“My dick has not been hard since a century ago, babe.” He reminded with a cheeky smile. You giggled, shimmying out of your shorts and pulling down your underwear. You were still a bit shy, but after making Sunghoon fall apart once with just your hand, you were gaining a newfound confidence to pleasure him even more. As soon as you sat back on his thighs to part your legs, it was like all time had stopped for him. His pupils dilated as they stared at your most sacred parts– beautiful and warm and so wet. He licked his lips as a new hunger drummed through his veins. Not a hunger for your blood, but a sudden craving for the sweet nectar your body was producing. He tentatively brought up a finger to rub at your clit, once again recalling what he read in those articles.
“Hoonie– it feels good when you touch there…” You whispered. He swallowed and nodded to acknowledge your words, before extending a second finger to circle your precious bud. You bit your lip as you watched Sunghoon explore your body, his keen eyes trying to catch every single microscopic movement you were making to gauge what was most pleasurable to you. It was endearing, in a way, that a vampire with a century’s worth of knowledge was still able to learn new things.
He daringly used his two fingers to spread your lower lips, revealing your inner parts. You were just wet, so wet that Sunghoon didn’t know what to do with himself. “Going inside…” he muttered as he slowly dipped a finger inside of your hole. He sucked in a breath as your heat sucked in his finger. His digit was wrapped in a warmth so much more heated than your blood. You squirmed, prompting him to keep his left hand firm hand on your knee so that you couldn’t shy away.
“What does it feel like, baby?” He crooned.
“Feels weird– just feels like something is inside, Hoon…” You admitted honestly. With as light as a touch he could possibly muster up, he slowly sunk his finger in deeper until your folds were surrounding the base of his digit. You let out a shaky breath as he pumped in and out– in and out. “Oh– it feels kinda good, Hoon… your finger is so long…” You smiled, feeling his fingertip prodding around inside of you. He eased in a second finger before realizing that he hasn’t even kissed you yet. He awkwardly craned his neck to peck your nose before placing a soft and tender kiss to your lips.
“Tell me how it feels– if it feels good or bad. I want to know everything about what your body likes.” Sunghoon’s breath fanned out against his lips before it disappeared as he pulled back. You nodded, a hiccup stuck in your throat as his fingers twisted around and curled upwards.
“Feels good, Hoon. Your– your fingers feel really good… and it feels even better because it’s you,” you mumbled, your hips beginning its chase towards his hand. “I love you…”
“I love you too,” he responded instantly. It would be a major offense if he let you say it with even a millisecond between his own affirmation of affection. “I want you to– to finish for me. Just as you let me for you.” He licked his lips, thick eyebrows furrowing towards his nose bridge as he pressed in a third finger. “Can you do that for me, please?” He smiled with all of his teeth, showing off his sharp fangs. You swallowed and nodded, letting out soft pants as your body rocked up and down, essentially grinding down on his three fingers.
“Yes– yes, I can, Hoonie. I can…” You whimpered. You sounded so delicious, soft whines escaping your lips that rang melodious in his keen ears. Your tight heat was clenching around his fingers, choking them with how much you were clenching down. It was odd and overwhelming all at once, a sensation that Sunghoon internally promised to explore more. “Hoonie– I think ‘m gonna come.” You breathed out, high in your throat. “I’m coming– Hoonie– ah!” You shrieked, nimble fingers gripping at his wrists as your hips gave one last jolt. He kissed your cheek gently, using his plump lips to ground you as you came. He gave you one, two, three more pumps of his fingers before easing them out of you.
“Are you okay? Is it good?” He eyed the way your legs were trembling, and your hips were still twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You smiled and nodded. He looked at his fingers, coated in your viscous release. Your natural, musky scent was enticing. Enticing enough to eat. He lapped at his fingers, groaning as the delicious taste of your fluids spread across his tongue. You let out a whimper at the sexy sight, your hole clenching as a new spike of arousal hit your core.
“Sunghoon, can– can you go inside…?” Your eyes drifted down to your boyfriend’s hard cock, ready to go again.
He nodded, whispering out a few, “Yeah, yes– yeah…” as if trying to soothe himself before the final entree of your three course sex meal. “Do you think it will be easier for you to sit on it? Or on your back?” He asked, skimming his fingertips across your bare thigh. You licked your lips. It would’ve been easier to take it on your back, but really, you wanted to be on top of Sunghoon and make him lose control, just as he almost had when his face was buried in your neck.
“Can I ride you, Hoonie?” You asked sweetly. He closed his heads, his head slumping forward with a more audible groan.
“Yes– fuck, yes. You can do anything you want to me,” he muttered. You sat up with your knees, adjusting your body until your dripping heat was hovering over his erection. You bit your lip as you gripped his impressive size by the base, steadying it so that you could sloooowwwlyyyy sink down. You winced as your hole began stretching around his thick tip, causing his hands to shoot up and grip your hips.
“Are you okay, baby? Does it hurt?” He tried not to panic, but you could tell he was worrying by the tremor in his voice.
“A little– it’s okay, Hoon. I just have to get used to it,” you said through shaky breaths. He steadied your trembling body, allowing you to lower yourself at your own pace.
“There we go, baby… It is okay… you are doing so well…” he leaned forward to whisper praises in your ear, breath hot against your sensitive skin. “There we go, taking me so good. Just go slow– little by little. I am here for you. We can stop at any time…” he mumbled, trying to ease your body so it could relax and open up even more for him. Airy moans slipped past your parted lips as you gradually got adjusted to his size, your tight cunt taking one inch, then two, and then another until eventually, you were seated on his lap and filled to the brim with his fat cock.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Sunghoon thought he’s never cursed this much in his life up until this moment. Your warm insides were wrapped around him so tightly that, if his body had proper circulation, he was sure that your pussy would have cut it off by now. Your inner walls were massaging his length, feeling up against the ridges of his translucent veins and bringing him a pleasure greater than intaking blood.
“Sunghoon!” You kept gasping out chants of his name, your thighs quivering so much that he he didn’t know what to do. Your two palms kept themselves steady on his chest, bracing your entire body as it adjusted to his cock.
“It is okay, baby. You’re doing so well…” He kissed the side of your cheek, peppering the expanse of skin with soft pecks. “There we go– just sit still. Move when you are ready.” He cooed. You nodded, tears pooling in your waterline as you squirmed around, trying your best to get used to the overwhelming and new feeling of being so fucking full. Soft grunts spilled from your lips as you slowly ascended, and Sunghoon felt like he was being turned again with how much was hitting every part of his nerve. Your slick walls gripped him as you pulled up, sucking him in as if they never wanted to get off of him. He hissed, a hand flying to rest on your hip.
“Hoon– Hoonie, kiss please…” You whined, sounding so utterly undone and pathetic that, as if by magnetic force, his lips immediately attracted themselves to yours. Your hips rolled forward, prompting a groan to pass his parted mouth. You moved slowly, feeling Sunghoon’s girth press up against your walls, moving around to map around every single bit of your insides.
Your kisses became uncoordinated, your lips moving from his mouth to its corners, before falling down to his jaw until you eventually latched onto his neck. Your sweet pecks turned into harsher sucking, and then Sunghoon felt something oddly familiar. You were biting down on his neck, as if you had fangs of your own. The thought made him impossibly harder, imagining your tiny mouth crowded by sharp canines and glaring back at him with red irises. He huffed as he craned his neck back to allow you to mouth at his skin. He smoothed down your hair as he felt you try to suck a mark to imprint your touch– it was in vain, but it was so endearing to him.
A foreign tightness began to coil up in his lower gut. Your movements were becoming erratic now– your hips running towards your peak like a chicken with its head cut off. Your fingertips weren’t holding his biceps anymore, instead your fingers curled until your nails were indenting crescents into his muscles. “Hoon– Hoon…” you mewled incessantly, as if it would kill you if you stopped making such lewd sounds. Your vision was blurring again, and you could feel the wetness of a tear rolling down your cheek. Sunghoon’s thumb gently came up to wipe it away before his large palm encompassed the expanse of your cheek.
“There we go… My baby is so pretty, chasing her pleasure. That is it– come on.” He choked out, his breathing heavier than he wanted it to sound. He squeezed his eyes shut and gulped before letting out a loud exhale as you clenched around him. Fuck it. Sounding seductive and in control was the least of his concern. Not when his beautiful girlfriend was riding him like a champ.
Everything was so fucking warm– your bodies, the air, and especially your blood. When Sunghoon breathed in the hot and heavy atmosphere, the aroma of your sweet, sweet elixir of life made him dizzy. His mind was clouded. Nothing could ever come close to this intoxicating feeling– not even having a second taste of your blood could compare to the feeling of your insides fucking milking him for everything he had. With a load grunt, Sunghoon lurched forward, burying himself into the deepest parts of your insides as he came.
You gasped his name, but Sunghoon could barely register it. His head was ringing as more warmth spurted from his cock, coating your insides white. He hissed, a thumb drawing to your pretty bud to rub you, wanting you to follow him to the finish line. And with a few uncoordinated circles, your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him into your sweaty embrace as you came around his cock.
“Hoon– Hoon, fuck, I love you so much!” You squealed, nearly incoherent. He didn’t care that you were nearly suffocating him with your tight hug because all he wanted was to feel your tight heat come around him– again again and again. But against his desires, he pulled out, leaving his cum to drip out of your cunt.
“Oh– I was not supposed to finish inside,” he muttered, eyes blown wide. You giggled and pressed a sloppy, wet kiss to his cheek as you sat against his thighs.
“It’s okay, Hoon.” You hummed, cupping his face gently. The warmth from his skin slowly began to dissipate, leaving behind the pale boyfriend that you were so accustomed to. You caressed his soft, cold skin with a loving smile on your lips before pecking his own. “I love you,” you whispered against his mouth, leaving a grin in its wake.
“I love you too…” he murmured back.
Being a vampire was tedious.
But if this is where immortality had led him to– a sweet girlfriend with even sweeter blood– then he guessed he could live with it for another century or two.
UPCOMING WORKS taglists are open, this months release. Most of these are old drafts revamped, first two fics are kinda longer. MDNI. working on all the drabble requests aswell
Warning: Loud moans and whimpering, kiss sounds and bed sounds.
Sub!Hs Dom!J
Heeseung had always been very noisy whenever he had sex with Jay, but today, after a long time of not doing anything with Jay, he is unable to control his moans, making it clear to Jay how much he missed him and how good he made him feel.
Do not steal or use the audio without credits ⚠️
I love this ship, so I hope you guys like it. Also, don't forget to listen to "RIDE OR DIE", we have to support our bambi boy 🫶.
thinking about reverse cowgirl with heeseung has gotta hit. swears on his life there’s no better sight than when you’re riding him like your own fucktoy. he also loves this position because it means you get to work for it whilst he gets to be lazy and enjoy the view. his head falls back and eyes rolled as your cunt squeezes around his throbbing cock every time you sink down to the hilt. he's so pussydrunk on you. your ass flushed against him as the squelch of your pussy has the tips of his ears flushed red and lips bitten raw. sounds like music to his ears. a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock and no matter how much his eyes are fluttering at the tight pleasure, heeseung still focuses on the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each bounce, groping a handful as he smacks it, making you cry out each time. he's obsessed with your fucked out state. and when you start to slow down and slump forward, heeseung doesn’t hesitate to fuck up back into your sloppy cunt, one hand now reaching for your hair to tangle in as he ruts up into you. pulling your hair back so he can groan the most nastiest filth into your ears as he kisses and bites all around your neck, a sheen of sweat covering you both as he fucks into you at a relentless pace. tells you how pretty you look, cooing at you, making fun of your breathless whines because you literally cannot breathe with the way this man is bullying your pussy thorough. vision blurring as his cock scrapes against your gummy walls so good. your moans coming out in choked sobs as his hands roam all over your tits, ass, waist, everything and anywhere he can reach. squeezing and slapping the supple skin before pinning you down seated on his thick length to cum thick white ropes deep into your cunt 𖹭
the motorcycle engine was still ticking as evan killed it at the empty lookout point high above the city. the mv for “ride or die” had dropped only hours ago and he was still buzzing hard, leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders, hair messy from the helmet. the cool night air brushed your skin but all you felt was heat pouring off him.
you climbed off the back, legs shaky from the high speed ride and the way his hand had gripped your thigh the whole way up the twisting road. your heart pounded.
“so… what did you think?” he asked, voice low and rough as he leaned back against the sleek black bike, eyes dark and hungry under the city lights sparkling far below like scattered diamonds. “the song. be honest.”
you stepped between his spread legs, hands sliding up his leather jacket, feeling the firm muscle underneath. “it’s insane, babe. the beat is filthy, your voice is dripping sex… and those lyrics?” you bit your lip, pressing closer. “ride or die, huh?”
a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. “yeah. ride or die.” his hands grabbed your waist hard, fingers digging in as he yanked you against him.
before you could answer he crushed his mouth to yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, adrenaline and raw need crashing together.
his hands groped your ass roughly, squeezing and spreading as he ground his already hard cock against you through his jeans. you moaned into his mouth, wetness already soaking your panties.
“get on,” he growled against your lips, voice thick. “right fucking now.”
he spun you around fast, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. your skirt was shoved up around your waist, panties yanked aside roughly. he freed his thick, heavy cock, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precum. without warning he pulled you down onto him in one brutal thrust, stretching your tight pussy wide open.
you gasped sharply, hands flying to the handlebars for balance as his fat cock speared deep inside you, bottoming out in one go. the burn was delicious, your walls clenching hard around every thick inch.
evan groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. one arm locked around your waist, the other fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back.
“fuck, just like that,” he praised, voice gravelly. “ride me, baby. show me how much you loved the song. bounce on this dick.”
you started moving, rolling your hips then bouncing hard, the motorcycle creaking under the force. every drop down slammed his cock against that perfect spot deep inside, making your juices drip down his balls.
the city lights blurred below while the risk of headlights climbing the road sent fresh thrills through you. evan’s grip in your hair tightened, pulling harder as he thrust up to meet you, fucking you deeper.
“harder,” he demanded, landing a sharp smack on your ass that echoed in the night. the sting bloomed hot, making your pussy flutter around him.
you moaned loud, picking up speed, riding him rough and sloppy. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping everywhere.
his free hand moved to your throat, wrapping tight and squeezing just enough to make your head spin. breath play mixed with the pounding made everything sharper, your vision blurring at the edges with overwhelming pleasure.
“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips snapping up brutally. “so tight and wet, choking my cock like a greedy little slut. taking every inch like you were built for me.”
you clenched hard at his words, bouncing faster, thighs burning but the pleasure too intense to stop. each thrust drove him impossibly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, making your toes curl.
tears of raw pleasure pricked your eyes. evan kept one hand fisted in your hair, forcing your back to arch deeper so he could fuck up into you even harder while the bike rocked dangerously with every powerful thrust.
“tell me again,” he panted, voice hoarse between brutal snaps of his hips. “did you like the song? does it make you want to ride my cock like this every night, dripping all over me where anyone could see?”
“yes—fuuuck, yes,” you cried out, voice breaking as you slammed down harder. “it’s sooooo good, evan. you sound so fucking hot on it. i’m yours, ride or die.”
he rewarded you with a particularly savage thrust, growling low. his hand left your throat only to grip both hips, fingers bruising as he took full control, pounding up into your soaked poor pussy mercilessly.
the wet, filthy sounds of your bodies colliding grew louder—squelching, slapping, your juices making everything slippery and obscene. your tits bounced under your shirt, nipples hard and aching.
“that’s my girl,” he snarled, possessiveness dripping from every word. “ride me like you mean it. make me feel how much this pussy belongs to me. milk my cock.”
the angle was perfect, his thick cock dragging against your g-spot with every punishing thrust. pressure built fast and overwhelming in your core, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around him. evan could feel it, his own cock twitching and swelling inside you.
“come on my cock,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “right here where anyone could drive up and see you falling apart, creaming all over me like a desperate whore.”
his dirty talk combined with the brutal pace, the hair pulling, the light choking, and the risky location sent you crashing over the edge.
you came hard, pussy spasming violently around his cock, gushing slick down his shaft as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. your moans echoed into the night, body shaking uncontrollably.
evan followed right after with a deep, broken groan, pulling you down flush onto him as he spilled inside you. hot, thick pulses of cum flooded your pussy, filling you up until it started leaking out around his cock with every twitch. he kept thrusting through it, riding out both your orgasms, making sure every drop stayed deep.
you both stayed locked together for long moments, panting heavily, his arms wrapped around you from behind.
slowly the roughness melted.
he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and neck, gently helping you off his still twitching cock. cum dripped down your thighs messily as he turned you around, pulling you into his chest.
“you okay?” he whispered, voice soft and caring now, forehead resting against yours. “wasn’t too rough?”
you smiled breathlessly, still trembling. “it was perfect. ride or die, right?”
he chuckled warmly and kissed you deep and slow this time, tongue gentle. then he cleaned you up carefully with a soft cloth from his bike bag, wiping your thighs and between your legs with tender strokes. he pulled your skirt back down and tugged you onto his lap sideways, holding you close while the city lights twinkled below. his new solo track played quietly from his phone, the two of you swaying slightly to the beat.
“i’m proud of you,” you murmured, running your fingers through his messy hair. “the song is really fucking good. and this was even better.”
evan smiled against your temple, arms tightening around you protectively. “good. because i’m just getting started, baby. there’s a lot more riding in our future.”
the night air cooled your heated skin as you stayed tangled together on the bike, hearts slowing, his cum still warm inside you. every ache and mark on your body was a reminder of how hard he had fucked you.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
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ⓘ - explicit texts, smut mentioned, petnames, cursing, 6 pictures, nudes, manipulation, fake pics !!, use of yn, heeseungs kinda a douchebag, basically using her, suggestive, bit of angst
disclaimer : i don't own any of the pics used, these were all from pinterest
cw: dead dove do not eat. tw stepcest, single stepdad!heeseung, peepingtom! heeseung , fem reader, r is 18, hee is like 39 , heeseung still calls himself daddy and still calls u his baby , this is so filthy. act like he has a tie on in the pics PLEASE… u_u. NO USE OF AI.
an: first drabble horray!! i’m so mad why is the spacing like that. ignore that… also don’t like don’t read.
stepdad!heeseung who catches you with your fingers deep inside your wet cunt when he gets home late from work. your stepdad felt shakes his head in disbelief as he felt his cock hardening in his briefs. every moan coming out of your throat making him harder and harder. laying his head on your bedroom door, he hears your dumb babbles slip out of your mouth. “pretty please daddy? oh fuck.. i need it so bad please—i’m so close! ohmygod im so— please!”
stepdad!heeseung who’s dick is so wet that there’s a disgusting squelch every time he goes back up to his leaking tip. heeseung pleaded for forgiveness as he got even closer. “oh baby… daddy really can’t help it. he’s so sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve had any— i-i’ve been stressed and working so late— daddy’s really sorry baby…” heeseung keeps stroking even faster with the sound of your cunt. “fuck.. my baby is so wet. did daddy make you this wet baby? so filthy, look at you coming all over your fingers. o-oh f-fuck. daddy’s gonna come baby… yeah he is. wish i could come inside my baby. oh fuck. oh shit— daddy’s coming baby. oh god—” white flashed behind his eyes and thick ropes shot up to his chest, his work tie catching most of it. as your stepdad came down from his high, he caught a glimpse of the picture in your nightstand of you and him back when you were a baby. tears welt up in his eyes as he realized what he’d just done.
❛ Mini-event dedicated to the softest side of our favorite boy. ❜
Hello, babies! For a change of pace and to give some well-deserved love to the fluff section of my masterlist, I’m opening a special space for all those cozy, heartwarming scenarios we all crave. Let’s leave the spice aside for a moment and focus purely on the sweet stuff. This is your safe place to get all emotional and soft over Heeseung!
To be completely honest with y'all, I’m not leaving or going on hiatus, but relying so heavily on smut has started to drain my creativity. Writing the exact same formula over and over has worn me out, and it sucks when something that’s supposed to be fun starts feeling like an obligation. I’ll admit I’ve been hesitant to change things up because support is a huge source of motivation, and it’s scary to think a different style won't get noticed. But I really want to reclaim my creative freedom and write pure comfort. I hope you guys can show this little project some love and warmth!
⌗ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 / 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 :
𓈈 𖥻 YES : Pure fluff, comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft scenarios, drabbles, headcanons, and deeply emotional prompts.
𓈈 𖥻 NO : Strictly no smut, no suggestive content. No toxic dynamics, verbal aggression, snapping (even if it ends in a soft reconciliation or comfort afterwards), no heavy/dark angst. Let's keep the interactions between Heeseung and the reader completely gentle, safe, and sugary!
𓈈 𖥻 CHARACTER : AS ALWAYS, this is a 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆-𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄. I hope this is easy to understand; I expect to see no other name in my ask box besides the one this blog is fully dedicated to.
𓈈 𖥻 HOW TO PARTICIPATE : Drop your prompt, a specific trope, or a dialogue starter in my ask box. Don't forget to mention that it is for the #SUGAR TALK event!
⌗ 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 :
If you don't know what to send, here are some ideas to spark your imagination! (Just as examples).
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Holding hands in his coat pocket during a winter walk.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Heeseung staying up late to help you study, forehead kisses included.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Comforting you after a exhausting day with his favorite playlist playing in the background.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Soft, sleepy morning cuddles and shared coffee.”
𖹭𖹭ㅤㅤ ๑ “Dad/husband dynamics.”
⌗ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 :
Want to make sure you don't miss a single sweet story? I’m creating a temporary taglist exclusively for this event! If you want to be tagged in every "Sugar Talk" update, here is how you can join:
• Drop your username in my ask box.
• Leave a comment on this post letting me know you want in.
• Please make sure your blog settings allow you to be tagged!
⌗ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 : [ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 ] MY ASK BOX IS OFFICIALLY READY FOR ALL OF YOUR SWEET IDEAS!
in which you, jake’s younger sister, accidentally fall in love with his best friend, lee heeseung. wc: 1.9k . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁. PART TWO
cw: oral (m & f receiving), inexperienced reader, risk of getting caught, smut mdni — kitchen sex woohoo yay + not proofread
at university, everyone talks about heeseung, at home, everyone talks about heeseung. no matter where you are, all you hear is hee—
‘heeseung!! you made it!’ you hear your older brother—jake, yell through the annoyingly thin walls of your room.
ugh, why does heeseung have to be everywhere where you are? yeah he’s super attractive, but he’s literally best friends with your brother, which means… he can’t be that cool, right?
your thoughts are quickly cut short from a very loud, and rude… knock on your door.
jake didn’t even wait for you to let him in before kicking the door open, ‘yoo sunghoon jay and heeseung are sleeping over don’t tell mom and dad’
a month ago, your parents banned—specifically heeseung jay and sunghoon, from sleeping over after the ‘bubble tea’ incident. at 3am, all four of them decided to sneak out because they were ‘really craving’ boba from a specific store almost an hour away. however, they were all black out drunk and crashed jake’s new car into a tree.
but your parents weren’t home for a few weeks, because they’d rather spend time in the bahamas together than deal with whatever shit goes on at home. it’s been a week since they’ve left, and jake has brought his friends over almost every single day.
being around heeseung was exhausting, you didn’t wanna try too hard and make it seem like you ‘like him’ when you know you don’t. unfortunately, it’s super difficult to tell your body to stop getting so flustered everytime he looks at you.
‘what the fuck is wrong with you’ jake giggles
wait- what the hell? why are you thinking of heeseung?
‘get out my room jake!’
jake obviously doesn’t listen to you, instead he rummages through your drawer. while you try and fight him off, you hear a set of footsteps walk into your room.
you look up and lock eyes with none other than lee heeseung, great. ‘hi yn!’
you try so hard to bite back an insult, how dare he just walk into your room without permission and speak to you? ‘hi… heeseung…’
‘you look good’ heeseung steps closer.
your breath hitches as soon as those words leave his mouth, jake freezes in his motion and twists his head towards heeseung. ‘yo- what the fuck?’
heeseung lets out a soft smile at your nervousness, jake however is in absolute disgust looking at your expression. he shakes his head and drops whatever item of yours in his hand dramatically back into the drawer. ‘you guys are sick. heeseung come with me’ jake harshly grabs heeseung’s wrist and drags him out of your room, very aggressively shutting your door.
you hear jake yell at heeseung from outside your room, aswell as sunghoon and jay instigating and encouraging them to fight. it’s ten pm, you’re tired and you have to get up early in the morning, you take all of this as a sign to just fall asleep and shut down your heeseung-obsessed brain.
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4:27am
it’s been six fucking hours and you still can’t sleep, every thirty minutes you get so so close to finally falling asleep, but you always come back.
you’ve even took the melatonin gummies jake gave to you for your birthday because he would rather you be asleep then talk to him, but even those didn’t help. the only other way you can think of that might help you sleep, is a glass of hot milk. it’s stupid, but you always see it helping the characters in cartoons sleep instantly.
so, you get up and put your plush slippers on and tiredly make your way to the kitchen.
suppressing a yawn, you make sure to stay quiet to not wake up jake or his friends. once you make it to the kitchen, you carefully open the cupboard and pick a glass.
‘cant sleep either?’ you know that voice far too well.
you turn around and are met with heeseung—in one of jake’s black pajamas and messed up hair, clearly from having trouble failing asleep.
you turn your head back to your glass, ‘yeah… just trying to drink milk- or something to help’ you rub your eyes to clear the fog.
heeseung reaches for the fridge, familiar of everything inside because of how much he sleeps over. he takes out the bottle of milk and shuts the door of the fridge.
he steps closer to you, handing you the milk and reaching for another glass for himself, brushing his chest over your shoulders, making you hold your breath.
the dim light of the kitchen makes heeseung look annoyingly good, ‘are the rest asleep?’ you shyly ask, not daring to meet his eyes.
heeseung smiles while pouring milk into both of your glasses, ‘yeah, jake fell asleep first, sunghoon and jay told me they were just gonna rest their eyes but i heard them snore 5 minutes after’
you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at his response, you vividly remember jake telling you earlier this morning that he’s going to pull an all nighter and meet you before you have to leave in the morning.
after taking the glass of milk out the microwave, heeseung pushes your glass towards your hand resting on the counter, ‘here’
you thank him quietly before taking a sip, noticing his eyes glued to your lips. ‘i don’t even think this will work though’ you break the silence.
heeseungs hand rises up to your face, not touching you just yet, ‘you got some on your mouth, can i?’ your cheeks get increasingly pinker once you nervously nod and give him permission to clean it off.
his thumb wipes the milk on your upper lip before slowly brushing downwards, touching the plush of your soft lips. he slowly pushes in his thumb, parting your mouth and pushing down on your tongue. your eyes stay locked on his, ‘fuck’ he presses down harder.
he releases his thumb from your mouth, spreading your spit down your chin. his hand swiftly moves from your mouth to the back of your neck, crashing his lips onto yours and pulling you closer to him. you release the glass in your hand back onto the counter and reach for his jaw. he kisses you firmly, but instead of it being gentle or hungry, it’s sleepy and intense. his tongue makes its way past your lips and finds yours.
he pulls away, leaving your lips with a string of saliva still connecting you two. you nervously look behind him and towards jake’s room, ‘can you stay quiet for me baby?’ his hand slides under your shirt, his cold fingers making you shiver from the direct contact on your bare skin.
you hesitantly nod at him, making him smile. ‘good, now listen to me yeah?’ he warns you before pushing you onto your knees, the sudden contact with the hard floor making you whimper. he brushes your hair out of your face with his fingers before using his free hand to push his—jake’s—pants down with his boxers, not bothering to push it all the way down.
you swallow hardly looking at his length, ‘heeseung- i’ve- uh… i’ve never done this before…’ you look up at him.
huh, even on your knees you sound so adorable to him. he knew you were innocent, he knew everything about you. ‘yeah? it’s okay, i’ll help you baby’
his hand intertwines with your hair more firmly, you slowly open your mouth and finally take him in. your hand slides up and wraps around him. heeseung throws his head back just slightly, ‘fuck-‘ he pushes your head, making you take more of his length. it was like your mouth was made for his dick.
you wrap around him so warmly, so perfectly. heeseung has dreamed about pushing you down onto your knees everyday since jake introduced you to him. your inexperienced jaw doesn’t take long to get tired, making heeseung hold your head still and fucking your mouth himself.
once your tongue twirls over his head, he instantly comes undone with a quiet groan. the unfamiliar salty taste drips down your throat, your mouth swallowing it all.
you take your mouth off of him with a choked cough, gasping for air. ‘shh… stay quiet, okay?’ he helps you up from the floor, pressing you against the kitchen counter.
his lips find yours again, tasting himself on you. he pushes you up until you’re sitting on the counter, using his palms to spread your legs. he first rubs your clothed clit, feeling your rapidly increasing wetness. the pressure of his fingers making you exhale out a light moan, making him look up at you, ‘you want your brother to see you? your legs spread open for me?’ you shake your head, trying desperately to stay quiet. ‘then open your mouth for me baby’ he says while lifting your hips to take your sweatpants down to your knees, you part your lips and his fingers press down onto your tongue. you instantly wrap your mouth around him when he pushes your panties asides and spreads you further.
the direct contact of his fingers on your heat makes you unintentionally let out another moan, this time muffled around his fingers. he lowers his head and you feel his breath ghost over your bare cunt, making your legs twitch. he finally puts his mouth on you, his tongue playing with your puffy folds before twirling around your clit.
you knew he was good at this, you’ve heard about his stupid tongue and mouth from the girls in your university countless times, but you never thought he could be this good. he knew the spots that made you make your eyes squeeze shut not even five minutes into tasting you. your hand pulls at his hair, making him hum in between your legs, the vibrations sending a bolt of electricity throughout your body.
you got close embarrassingly fast, his scalp burning from your grip. his tongue dips into your entrance, tongue fucking you till your legs start trembling. a gush of fluid washes over his mouth and chin, ‘fuck you feel so tight just around my tongue, imagine how good you’d feel around my dick’ he groans to himself, his other fingers still intertwined with your tongue in your mouth.
he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and kisses you once again, ‘but that’s for next time, right?’ he moves down your neck, sucking on the sensitive spot near your ear. he lowers his head once again, cleaning you with his tongue which makes your hips buck before he pushes you back down with hand.
‘heeseung-‘
he takes his eyes off your glistening cunt to make eye contact with you, ‘yeah baby?’
‘you won’t tell… anyone about this right? you can’t tell jake, okay? do you promise?’
he smiles and quietly laughs, catching you off guard. you tilt your head at him, confused.
‘i won’t tell anyone, i promise.’ he picks you up from the counter, your hands instinctively wrapping around his shoulders.
he kisses your forehead before you let out a yawn, finally feeling an ounce of sleepiness. his eyes look tired too, but he still carries your tired body to your bed. you instantly fall asleep in his arms, he gently lays you down onto your bed.
ignoring the growing hardness in his boxers, he pulls the soft blanket over you, making sure you stay warm and comfortable.
heeseung doesn’t fuck girls more than once, but you just might be his first exception.
kiki’ thoughts: damnnnnnnn like okayyyyyyyyy idk how to feel about this but like…. i need a heeseung in my life rn. HEESEUNF JUNEEE YAYY
IN WHICH:.. with packed schedules and endless demands pulling him left and right, your famous boyfriend lee heeseung somehow forgets to answer your texts and call you back. seven missed calls later, you're left scrolling through your feed, watching strangers gush about interactions you've spent all day wishing you had. the jealousy claws at your chest and you realize you can't take it anymore.
You look up from your phone, the soft ticking of the clock finally pulling your attention away from the screen.
2:24 AM.
It's after midnight.
Your phone gripped tight in your hand as you glare at the unanswered texts. It's been hours of silence from Heeseung. A sigh slips past your lips and you sink further into the couch, annoyance settling heavy in your chest. How many nights had you craved his attention? Only to be sidelined by his ever increasing schedules.
This was the third time this week.
The third time Heeseung had left before sunrise, only for you to wake up to the empty side of the bed beside you, already cold from his absence.
Usually, there was something…
A quiet goodbye whispered against your temple, a gentle kiss pressed to your lips while he thought you were still asleep, a text waiting for you when you woke up.
Anything. Literally anything…
But today there was nothing.
No whispered farewell, no messages throughout the day, no missed calls. Nothing but an empty bed and a silence that seemed to stretch on for hours. You glance at your phone again, a frown settling on your lips, still no response.
The messages you'd sent nearly five hours ago remained unread. You hate the way your stomach twists. Heeseung wasn't a cruel lover, if anything, he loved too much. He was thoughtful in ways that constantly caught you off guard. A romantic at heart.
The type to leave handwritten notes in places he knew you'd stumble across days later, just to make you smile. Despite the cameras and the constant attention that followed him everywhere, he always found ways to take you on dates, unconventional ones at that. Faraway picnics, late night drives, scavenger hunts that led to places you'd mentioned wanting to visit months ago.
He loved surprises, random gifts for no reason other than the fact that something reminded him of you. He remembered passing comments you'd made and tucked them away somewhere in that ridiculous mind of his, only to show up weeks or even months later with the exact thing you'd forgotten you'd wanted.
The type to stare. God, he stared…
Sometimes you'd catch him looking at you from across the room, his chin resting in his palm, eyes soft and unfocused like he was lost somewhere in his own head. And when you'd ask what he was looking at, he'd only smile and shake his head.
He always needed some part of you within reach. A hand fidgeting with your hair, when you curled up beside him. His fingers hooked through the sleeve of your sweater. Your leg thrown over his while you watched your favorite show.
Even now, half of his clothes occupied your side of the closet because he'd absentmindedly left them there and never bothered moving them back. And dear God, you had never felt the way you do with him with anyone else before.
The way he would wake you up in the middle of the night just so he could pull down your shorts, lift a leg over his shoulder and hold your gaze while he devoured you until your fingers were tangled tight in his hair, your breaths shaky and the desperation evident in your voice as you begged him to fuck you.
That was the problem.
Cruelty would've been easier to understand. Instead, he drifted.
Days blurred together for him lately. Conversations were postponed until later. Plans became maybes. Simple things such as returning a text, making a call, somehow slipped through the cracks. You told yourself he was tired. Busy. Overworked. Yet the excuses felt thinner every time you repeated them.
Suddenly the lock clicks and your head snaps toward the front door. A second later, it opens up and there he is. For a moment, he just stands there. Hair messy, eyes tired, and his shoulders visibly sag the second he steps inside. Like simply making it home had taken the last of his energy. His gaze drifts across the apartment before finally landing on you.
And something flickers across his face.
Guilt.
"y/n." his voice comes out rough. "You still up?" The words struggle to leave him as you stare up at him, a dozen different responses crowding your throat. Instead, the only thing that comes out is "you forgot" You watch as the guilt in his eyes deepens. And his brows knit together.
Only then does he pull his phone from his pocket. You watch the exact moment realization hits him as his eyes scan the screen, taking in the unread messages, the missed calls, the time. His expression tightens and he lets his head fall back with a quiet sigh. "Shit." the curse slips out under his breath. And somehow that makes you even angrier.
Because he forgot. How could he just forget? “Babe, I-” "Hee..." You cut him off, your voice coming out softer than you'd intended as all the exhaustion bleeds through your frustration. "Do you know how worried I was?" You shake your head before he can answer. "You can't keep doing this. Do you know how it feels sitting here for hours, completely unable to reach you? Not knowing if you're okay, if you've eaten..." a humorless laugh escapes you. "It's driving me insane."
He doesn't interrupt you, doesn't rush to defend himself or offer some half-hearted excuse. He just stands there, shoulders slumped beneath the weight of your words, staring down at the floor as guilt settles across his features.
"I know, baby" he says quietly. "No, I don't think you do" your throat tightens. "Because if you did, you would've called, or texted, or done literally anything, especially with how crazy your job is." His jaw flexes. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is dies down before it reaches his lips. "I was going to," he finally admits. "Every time I picked up my phone, I thought I'd text you in a minute. Then something came up, and I kept putting it off."
The confession only makes your chest ache more because it sounds exactly like him. He always assumes there will be more time. More time to call, more time to explain, more time to make it right…until suddenly there isn't.
His eyes finally lift to meet yours, and the guilt there is enough to make your anger waver. "I'm sorry," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I really am.” The apology hangs between you, but this time it doesn't soften the ache in your chest. You stare at him for a long moment before looking away, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than the guilt written all over his face.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Heeseung." His expression immediately falls, but you continue before he has the chance to respond. "I spent the entire day worried sick. I called you seven times." A bitter laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Seven…and the whole time I kept telling myself you probably got caught up with work or maybe your phone died." your throat tightens.
"But then I'd open social media and there you'd be." His brows raise ever so slightly. "I saw clips from your fan accounts, pictures from earlier today, even asked your staff to speak with you but got turned away. I had to look at your fan accounts posting where you were and what you were doing just to make sure that you were okay." you let out another humorless laugh.
"Do you know how insane that feels? Sitting here wondering if you're okay while strangers somehow know more about your day than I do." something shifts in his expression. "I had to find out you were okay through other people..." the room falls silent as the enormity of your words sink in.
Immediately, you regret saying it, not because it isn't true, but because it is, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. "You know I don't care that you're busy," you continue, your voice quieter now. "I knew what I was getting into when we got together. I knew there'd be schedules and tours and interviews, I knew there'd be days where I barely saw you…that's never been the problem."
Your eyes burn as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "What I didn't expect was feeling like everyone gets access to you before I do." His eyes drop to the floor. “I wasn't asking for a three hour phone call, I wasn't asking for some elaborate date or grand gesture, I would've been happy with a text, Heeseung. Just one text letting me know you were okay."
For the first time all evening, you can see him understanding that this isn't really about tonight. It's about every time he's looked at a notification and thought he'd answer later. All the times he's promised himself he'd call when things settled down, convinced there would always be more time.
"I kept meaning to answer," his admission is quiet and helpless. "I really did” his shoulders slump. "Saw the messages, the missed calls too." He runs a tired hand through his hair before letting it fall back to his side. You close your eyes. Of course he did because that was always the answer, he kept choosing later.
Later, when he had a second, later when he finished this one thing, maybe when he was away from all his demanding fans. Until suddenly it was after midnight and you were sitting alone on the couch wondering why the entire world gets to have your boyfriend before you do. Your eyes burn as you force yourself to continue.
"I know your job is demanding. I know people need things from you constantly. Your crew, your managers, your fans. I understand that. I've always understood that." You swallow around the lump in your throat. "I just..." you exhale sharply, dragging a hand across your face. "I don't know how many more times I can have this conversation.” The words hang heavily between you.
When you finally look at him again, he's already watching you, his eyes filled with something that looks dangerously close to panic. "Do you know how humiliating it feels having to check fan accounts just to make sure my boyfriend is okay? Watching strangers post updates about where you are while I'm sitting here wondering if something happened to you?" You shake your head. "I shouldn't have to do that."
His gaze immediately drops. "You're right." His voice is rough. "You're right," he repeats quietly. "You shouldn't." You stare at him, no excuses coming from him but somehow that hurts too…because if he knows you're right, then why does it keep happening?
Heeseung seems to realize exactly where your thoughts have gone because his shoulders sag even further. "I don't have a good excuse," he admits. "I wish I did." He sounds extremely tired, not only physically, but emotionally. Like he's disappointed in himself too. The apartment falls quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock that had been mocking you all evening.
You stare at him, taking in the dark circles beginning to form beneath his eyes and the way he's still standing by the door as though he hasn't quite earned the right to come any closer.
"Did you eat?" you ask finally. The question seems to catch him off guard. "What?"
"You heard me" A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips despite himself. "Yeah”
"You sure?" He nods making you narrow your eyes. "An actual meal?"
“Yes” his smile grows slightly. You raise a brow suspectingly, "Something that wasn't coffee?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "Yes" For the first time all night, the tension eases, just a little. You hate how easy it is. How one stupid laugh can make your anger crack around the edges.
Heeseung notices too, of course he does. He's always been annoyingly good at reading you. Slowly, cautiously, he takes a few steps forward and you don't stop him. By the time he reaches the couch, he's close enough that you can see the exhaustion written across every inch of his face. For a moment, neither of you say anything, he just stands there, looking down at you with that same guilty expression that's been etched onto his features since he walked through the door. You hate how tired he looks…how easily your concern always manages to worm its way through your frustration.
His gaze drops briefly to your hands before flickering back up to your face. And the movement is so quick you almost miss it, almost. A breath leaves you through your nose when you catch him eyeing your wrist. "Don't." you deadpan. "I didn't do anything." his lips twitch. "You were thinking about it." "Thinking about what?" You level him with a look and his smile grows. "You are unbelievable." You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you and the tiny smile is all the invitation he needs.
Before you can stop him, he lowers himself onto the couch beside you, careful to leave a few inches of space between you both and the distance is almost comical considering how attached and handsy he usually is. You glance at him but he's staring straight ahead…very intentionally. As though he's trying to convince you he isn't currently fighting the urge to throw himself into your arms. The realization makes something warm unfurl in your chest and you turn to face him.
"You can stop looking like a kicked puppy" you watch him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs. "Heeseung, i'm serious." You're met with the least convincing expression you've ever seen. A laugh slips out before you can stop it and the relief on his face is immediate. It softens something in him, his shoulders relax, the tension leaves his jaw. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he looks like he can breathe again. Slowly, cautiously, he reaches for your hand, not grabbing it but just resting his fingers against yours, giving you every opportunity to pull away.
When you don't, his thumb brushes over your knuckles once, twice, a familiar gesture. One he's probably done thousands of times without realizing it. "I'm really sorry, baby." You stare down at your intertwined hands and sigh. "I know." And you do. You know he loves you, sometimes you think he loves you so much that he assumes you'll always be there to tolerate it silently, waiting patiently while he sorts everything else out first.
It's a terrible habit. One he needs to break. But you can't help the way your heart melts at the sight of him looking so at ease. “Wanna cuddle?” you shoot out the question and it catches him off guard. For a second, Heeseung just blinks at you as if he isn't entirely convinced he heard you correctly. The surprise on his face would be funny if you weren't half as annoyed anymore.
"Really?"
A laugh escapes you despite yourself. "Don't make me take it back." The look of relief that washes over him is almost immediate. Then he reaches for your hand, not cautiously this time, just naturally. Like he's been wanting to do it ever since he walked in. His fingers intertwine with yours and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, tired but genuine.
"Come here." You barely have time to process the words before he's gently tugging you toward him. Before you can say anything else, one of his arms slips around your waist while the other hooks beneath your knees making your eyes widen. "Heeseung-"
"What?" He looks down at you, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Put me down." Instead of listening, he simply adjusts his hold on you and starts making his way toward the bedroom. "No”
"You're ridiculous" You roll your eyes. "And yet you still like me" You roll your eyes again but your arms find their way around his neck anyway. The apartment is quiet and the moonlight shines through the glass windows as he carries you down the hallway, his steps slow and relaxed. Even now, after the argument, after the guilt and the apologies and the hurt feelings, he still gravitates toward you as naturally as breathing.
By the time he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot, you're no longer fighting the smile threatening to pull at your lips. The second he reaches the bed, he carefully lowers you onto the mattress before climbing over you. "You're so annoying." A sleepy grin spreads across his face. "And yet here you are."
His hands settle on either side of your head as he looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. Up close, you can see just how exhausted he is, the faint shadows beneath his eyes making your chest tighten despite yourself. "I've been sitting on a couch stressing over you for seven hours. You should be glad I haven't leaked your baby pictures yet."
"Exactly why I need to take care of you tonight." Before you can roll your eyes, he presses a quick kiss against your jaw. The smile threatening your lips is impossible to suppress. His expression softens the second he catches it, like he'd been waiting for it all night. For a moment, neither of you say anything. He simply looks at you, his gaze moving lazily across your features as though he's trying to memorize them all over again.
There he goes, staring. "Stop."
"What?" he asks, already smirking. "The staring" A quiet laugh escapes him as you smack his shoulder. "I'm looking at my girlfriend"
"You always do this"
"Do what?" he grins. "Look at me like that" His brows lift innocently, "Like what?" You groan and cover your face with your hands, earning another laugh from him. A moment later, his fingers curl around your wrists and gently pull your hands away. "You know," he murmurs, thumbs brushing absentmindedly across your skin, “I better make it up to you since you're threatening my life."
"I wasn't threatening your life"
"You were definitely threatening my life."
"I said I was going to expose your baby pictures” you smirk. "Exactly" he winces. A laugh escapes you as you attempt to shove him off of you again but he simply smirks, grabbing your wrists before easily pinning your hands on either side of your head.
You realize what he's doing and you feel the blood rushing to your face. “I have a lot to make up for” he whispers against your ear, causing a shudder to roll through your body. His lips trail down your neck as his knee pushes in between your legs, pressing hard against your core. He kisses his way to your chest, his mouth hot and desperate against your skin. You grind down on his knee just enough that he presses harder and the electric feelings spreads through your veins, your legs trembling helplessly.
He pushes harder and a sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching off the bed. Heeseung pulls back to look down at you, his eyes drag up your legs, settling in between them and he watches for a second. Watches how you press your eyes shut, breath shaky as you grind down on his knee, a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric of his pants. At this point you didn’t even care anymore, you needed to come. After hours of feeling so neglected, you needed a release.
He watches you breathlessly, completely mesmerized as the days and weeks of frustration reflected in your efforts. He moves his knee slightly, pulling out a tortured moan from you and it makes him snap. He doesn’t waste any more time with modesty, tugging at your clothes until he can press his hot, wet mouth directly against your skin. He sucks your nipple hard, his tongue swirling around the peak.
“I've been neglecting you baby, haven't I?” You didn't have time to answer before he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off with a single, sharp tug. He tosses the lace aside, no longer of any interest to him as his gaze falls to the heat radiating from between your thighs. You suddenly feel more hyperaware, your blood burning with want, and the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears.
“I've got to taste you” he says, more to himself and suddenly you're being jerked towards the edge of the bed, where he drops to his knees and his head disappears in between your legs. “Hee- w-wait!” your words are suddenly lost as you let out a loud, broken moan, your head falling back against the cushions. “Oh my- f-fuck” his lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Goosebumps break out over your skin, your breaths turning erratic as he looks up at you, his dark gaze nearly tipping you over the edge.
You shudder underneath the touch of his tongue, climbing higher and higher with every slow lap he takes, his tongue slipping into you before gliding over your clit. Your moans echo across the room, causing him to multiply his efforts until your thighs are shaking around his head “Heeseung I-I can't it's too…it's too much” He ignores you, holding you in place as he takes his time licking you, quiet groans leaving his throat like he's doing this for his own pleasure rather than yours.
He swirls his tongue over your clit again, you writhe, mind completely gone, vision hazy, and nails finding purchase in his hair, gripping tight, but even so, he doesn't falter. Your whimpers get louder as Heeseung begins to thrust his tongue inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and the telltale sparks of an orgasm flutter through you. “Hee…I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum” you gasp, writhing uncontrollably as he presses you down, holding you still and forcing you to feel everything he has to offer.
He sucks your clit into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop, “Hold it” it isn't a request, not a suggestion either. His eyes meet yours for a split second, your juices running down his chin, the unhinged look burning wild behind his dark lidded eyes before his arms wrap around your thighs, lifting them off his shoulders and pushing them back until your knees are by your ears and your gaping hole is leaking your juices down your ass and onto the sheets. “Fuck…” he curses, his gaze unfocused as he watches you spill for him.
“Hee…please, please no more” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure rolls through your every nerve. You feel so sensitive as if even the slightest breeze can set you off. You're still caught up on focusing your attention onto anything and everything else as you teeter on the precipice. His heavy gaze already riding you on the edge, and you don't notice his closeness until you feel the hot sweep of his tongue again, his nose brushing against your clit with every lick.
A loud gasp escapes you and then the moans and cries that leave your lips are no longer under your control, you don't even realize how loud you're being until he lazily presses a hand over your mouth, the salty tears running down your face drip down your cheeks and onto your nipple, leaving you even more sensitive.
He starts French kissing your pussy, the wet sounds pulling out a scream from you, “Hee- s-stop” The feeling is instantaneous, you sense your ruin and you don't know if you can handle it, panic overtakes your senses, you gasp, your hands clawing at the sheets as you try to escape his touch, the hands around your thighs only pulling you back and forcing you to feel. “You can take it baby, c'mon give it to me,” he murmurs in between his licks, your fingers dig into your hair, helpless and shaking as you cry out, hands clawing at your scalp.
The tension builds and builds, his tongue never falters, his gaze burning into you as your mouth falls into an “o” and suddenly you're falling, you're falling hard, you're crashing.
Lights burst behind your eyes, the sweetest venom ignites through your veins and a warm stream builds at your core and then your body is no longer yours, you arch into his mouth and explode, cold air prickles your skin and you feel a warm liquid spray against your thighs as you scream his name. “Shit, Fuck…Fuck that's it” he slips two fingers into you, pressing and probing until he hits your sweet spot, making your eyes widen and you cry out helplessly as he drags out your orgasm, lapping at your juices, he doesn't let up until the evidence of your arousal is coating his lips and dripping down his chin.
You pant heavily, still coming down from your high but reality sets in and you feel the blood rushing into your face as you begin to pull out of his grip. Heeseung's gaze darkens, and he leaves one more kiss on your pelvis before climbing over you. “That was fantastic” he has a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he grins down at your embarrassed face. His gaze is lazy and dark as it trails down your body again before lifting up to meet your gaze.
“Can I fuck you?” He asks before he kisses you, softly tugging at your bottom lip. “You just had your tongue inside me, I think you've got the order wrong” you laugh breathlessly while he smiles against your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. “How about? I fuck you” you whisper in his ear, you see the surprise on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly before he laughs underneath his breath and flips you over till he's leaning back against the headboard and you're straddling him.
Heeseung looks up at you, curious eyes and the impatience in his breaths. You feel him tense up when your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem teasingly. He pulls it over his head swiftly, his eyes never leaving your own as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his throat, his hands feel around your body and you feel the disturbance between your legs, grinding your hips down on him, the pressure so delicious against your clit as electric currents zap through your body with each of your movements.
Heeseung looks up at you, completely mesmerized, the sound of his breathing growing louder as he watches your movements. You place your hands onto his toned shoulders and almost immediately he tenses up, feeling your fingers trail down his chest before settling at his navel. “You're driving me crazy” his dark lidded eyes lock onto yours, a smile etching its way onto your lips while you tug at the waistband of his pants.
He reaches out for you but you push him away. “I want you inside me” you tug them down gently. He closes his eyes, his jaw tightening while you wrap your hands around his length, lips pressed against his ear and he watches you eagerly as you rub the head of his dick against your folds, already hard and leaking with precum before you sink down on him, using his chest for leverage. Heeseung lets out a hiss, your walls clamping down on him and it takes everything he has in him not to roll you over and pound into you until the only thing left in your brain and coming out your lips is him.
A shudder rolls through you, a breathless sigh escaping your lips as you begin to rock against him. No matter how many times you had sex with him, you had never fully gotten used to his size. He was so big and you always felt so full, consumed and complete. The delicious ache gives way to sweet pleasure and in this position you’re pretty sure you can feel him in your bones.
No longer able to control himself, he grips onto your hips guiding you into perfect rhythm as a loud moan climbs up your throat. “Hee- f-fuck you're so deep” wetness gushes in between your legs, his lips latch onto your nipple while his fingers find their way down to your clit, rubbing slow and torturous circles until your thighs are shaking and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“Baby you're making a mess” he groans into your neck, trailing his lips down your throat. Your head falls back, arms clinging onto him and the feeling is almost instantaneous. Your orgasm crashes into you, waves and waves of pleasure washing through every nerve ending of your body, your rhythm falters as you clench around him, the cries leaving your lips are swallowed by his kiss and before you know it he gently grabs onto your waist, never pulling out and turns you over till you're trapped beneath him.
Your response is a whimper, arching off the bed as you push against his chest. The new position fucks with your senses, he's so deep, too fucking deep that you can feel him pulsing inside you, the sweetest sensations pooling in your lower belly again. He lays on top of you, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his dark gaze searches your face. “Hee i-i can't- so d-deep-” his lips press against yours before you can finish and he starts moving again.
He fucks you hard. Fast. The headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, his lazy eyes fixated on you as he increases his speed. One leg slung over his shoulder, and it somehow seats him even deeper inside you. “You're so fucking wet” his gaze locks down on where you're joined, his dick pumping hard and fast into you as you leak around him, no longer able to control the tears streaming down your face. Heeseung grabs your other leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he doubles his efforts, his lips press against yours, growling against your kiss when you clench harder. His sweet scent floods into your brain, overwhelming and heightening your senses.
“Such a needy girl” one of his hands finds their way around your neck, his fingers wrapping tight around your throat while the other stays firm against your hip. “You get all jealous and bothered when I'm away from you, huh?” your nails dig into his back as you scream his name. “You just want me all to yourself, don't you?”
“s-shut up” your eyes roll into the back of your head when he hits that spot again.
“you take it so good”
“such a good fucking girl”
“Look at how you spill for me” Heeseung has such a filthy mouth and it shows even more in bed, dirty words spilling past his lips all crude and commanding as he draws another moan from you, his thumb finds your clit again and before you know it you're coming around him, it's intense and violent, sending you arching into him as a scream rips out of your throat.
He grips your hips bruisingly tight, pinning you down into the mattress, fingers tight around your throat as your mind drifts and your arms fall limp. His jaw tightens, never once looking away from you as you're completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Your toes curl by his ears, and you entirely lose yourself to him, writhing and thrashing as he holds you down, forcing you to feel. It takes a while for the tingles to subside and when you open your eyes, you find him looking down at you, watching you through dark lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted as he focuses on controlling himself.
“You're so pretty when you come for me” he whispers. Still completely unable to form a coherent sentence, you gaze up at him breathlessly and his hand leaves your neck before he swiftly flips you over again. Pressing your cheek against the cushions. “I'm gonna fuck that jealousy out of you…you'll feel me for days before you start acting up again” Your entire body buckles when he pushes into you again, sliding in easily because of the juices running down your thighs. “Shit…I can't get over how wet you are” he says with a groan, pulling out to the tip, your juices leaking down his length before he slams into you again.
“Hee! I c-can't take anymore…” you cry, ignoring the salty taste of your tears as you push back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck- yes you can, you're doing such a good job princess” his praises wash over you “I don't know how to get it through to you that I'm yours, and that you're mine, all fucking mine” your cries grow louder as each word is emphasized with a thrust. “I c-can't I can't come again-” your words are cut off as he hits your G-spot over and over again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you.
You grab at the sheets, overstimulated beyond control, desperately trying to escape his touch but he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back into place. “You can take it" “you take it so good for me” his hand finds its way between your legs again, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit as the sheets muffle your moans and cries. “c'mon baby, you can do it…give it to me” the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room and your legs give in. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest, his breath fanning your shoulder and his woodland scent clouding all your senses.
When your orgasm rips through you, the world goes black, stars burst behind your eyes and you clench around him so tight, pulsing hot splashes of cum running down your thighs. The last thing you register is the sound of his groan as he cums, emptying his release deep inside you. Heeseung slowly releases you and you collapse onto the bedding, turning around to look up at him when he pulls out, his cum runs down your thighs. His eyes meet yours before falling to the puddle between your legs and his pupils dilate.
“You got one more for me?” a smirk climbs onto his lips when your eyes widen and this time, you really try to make a run for it. Heeseung chuckles locking a hand around your ankle. He drags you back, settling between your legs and pulls you towards his mouth. “One more, baby”
“Hee! Are you t-trying to kill me?” You cry, the soft feeling of his tongue swirling against your hypersensitive clit sends you shaking, and it's only a matter of seconds before you're crying his name and your juices flood into his mouth. He presses one last kiss against your clit before climbing over you. “You're incredible” the words are followed by a kiss, his gaze burning deep into your soul. “So beautiful when you cum for me…” The words are whispered but it still manages to send the blood rushing to your face.
He stays like that for a minute, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks before he kisses away the embarrassment evident in your face. He kisses you for a minute but when his hands begin to wander you push him off of you. “You're actually insane, you know that right?...you're like- not human” You're staring at him in disbelief as he shoots you a grin. “What can I say? It's not my fault that I have a sexy girlfriend” he shrugs, pulling back on his sweatpants before he rolls onto his back.
“Come here.”
He reaches out for you and you hesitantly move closer, snuggling up against his chest. How he has all this stamina is beyond you. After all the schedules, interviews, and endless work that comes with his job, Heeseung was almost always exhausted. But the moment he got his hands on you, he acted like a starved beast, never stopping until you were begging him to let you be.
You press your head against his chest, immediately relaxing at the familiar scent that clings to him. One arm settles securely around your waist while one of his legs tangles with yours beneath the blankets. His face finds the crook of your neck and, somehow, he keeps inching closer. You swear he's getting closer.
You narrow your eyes. Slowly, experimentally, you scoot a few inches away. Within seconds, Heeseung follows. You try to turn over, but he only follows, pulling you even closer. "Hee." A sleepy hum vibrates against your skin. “I can barely move” At this point, you're fairly certain he's attempting to merge the two of you into a single person. His arms simply tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. "You do realize we're on a king-sized bed, right?" Another hum before he presses a lazy kiss to your neck.
"You move too much" he murmurs. You sigh dramatically as he buries his face further into your shoulder, letting out a content breath. "Tired?" you ask softly. His response takes a second. "Mhm”
"That tired, huh?" A laugh escapes you. Another hum follows. "Lee Heeseung."
"hmm?”
“Are you sleeping?” When you tilt your head to look at him, you immediately regret it. Big mistake, his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, his cheek is squished against your shoulder and he somehow looks completely content. The sight melts whatever irritation you're trying to hold onto. "You and your stupid face," you mutter. A faint smile appears on his lips.
"You love my stupid face" You roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm. "I think you're annoying." "You think I'm handsome." he retorts. "Whatever." The smile pulling at your lips ruins any attempt at sounding convincing. "You are so lucky you're cute." "I know." he grins proudly, the confidence in his answer making you laugh.
A comfortable silence settles between you after that. His fingers begin tracing absentminded patterns against your side, the movement lazy and instinctive. You don't even think he realizes he's doing it. "Do you have plans tomorrow, baby?" he says, eyes still shut, but his fingers remain tracing your skin. "You know," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair, "for someone so tired, you sure do talk a lot." His response takes several seconds.
“I like hearing your voice." he whispers. “Plus I want to take you out tomorrow” your heart immediately betrays you, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral. "Y-You are not allowed to say things like that when I'm trying to be annoyed with you." A quiet laugh leaves him before dissolving into a yawn. You feel his body sink further into yours as the last bit of tension finally leaves him. The more relaxed he becomes, the heavier he gets. Your own personal weighted blanket.
"How are you this clingy?"
"Mhm"
"That wasn't even an answer."
"Mhm"
You can't help laughing.
Beneath the blanket, his hand finds yours and automatically intertwines your fingers together. The gesture is so natural, so thoughtless, that it makes your chest ache. "You still mad at me?" he asks after a moment. The question catches you off guard so you pretend to think about it.
"A little" you sigh, "That's fair" he nods.
"A lot, actually." you gaze at him out of the corner of your eyes. "That's also fair." The immediate defeat in his voice makes you laugh, and the sound instantly earns a sleepy smile from him. "I was really mad at you, honestly."
"I know." He presses a small kiss against your shoulder. "You made me worry. You ignored my messages."
"I did."
You narrow your eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" One eye cracks open. "Listening." The eye immediately closes again. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, despite everything, despite the argument and the hours you spent worrying yourself sick, he's already halfway asleep in your arms. The realization should annoy you. Instead, it makes something warm settle in your chest. "You're impossible," you mutter.
A sleepy smile tugs at his lips, the kind that tells you he heard every word. For a while, neither of you say anything. His fingers remain intertwined with yours beneath the blanket while his breathing gradually slows against your shoulder. Every now and then he shifts closer, somehow finding a way to close whatever tiny distance remains between the two of you. You honestly don't know if he understands that it's physically impossible for the two of you to get any more closer.
"You know" you murmur, tracing your fingers through his messy hair, "most people apologize with flowers." A quiet hum is your only response. "Or chocolates…and maybe a heartfelt letter." This time he cracks an eye open just enough to look at you. "I can do that"
A laugh escapes you."No, you can't" His brows immediately furrow "Yes I can."
"Dude…you're literally falling asleep." You giggle. "I'm multitasking," he scoffs. The response comes so quickly that you can't help laughing. His smile widens instantly. "There it is" he whispers to himself underneath his breath. You glance down at him "There what is?" "That laugh," his voice is softer now, rough around the edges from exhaustion. "I love it."
Your heart immediately betrays you. You spent the entire evening lecturing him, reminding him how upset you are, and somehow he's still the one making your heart flutter. You continue running your fingers through his hair while he remains curled against you, his arm secure around your waist as though he's worried you might disappear the second he lets go.
Eventually, you notice his responses stop altogether, his breathing deepens as his body grows heavier against yours. You glance down to find him completely asleep and a fond sigh escapes you. Tomorrow you'll make him charge his phone, tomorrow you'll remind him that apologies only matter if they're followed by change and you'll probably scold him all over again.
But tonight, with his face tucked into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, like you're the most precious thing in the world, you simply press a kiss into his hair and close your eyes. And for the first time all week, the both of you are truly at peace.
recommendations for enhypen, &team, txt, and seventeen
⋆.˚ ENHYPEN
heeseung
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ꕀ color coded by @simpjaes ⋮ wc 8.7k ♯ smut, dom!heeseung, open minded sub!reader, reader has an explorative nature/curious, the ending lowk made me kick my feet
ꕀ making progress by @arelyvn ⋮ wc 28.7k ♯ college au, smut, slight angst, nerd!heeseung/pathetic!heeseung, he's an inexperienced sweetheart, this was cute
jay
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ꕀ take the backseat by @simpjaes ⋮ wc 8.5k ♯ smut, ft jake, exhibitionist!jay, voyeur!jake, afab reader, eventual threesome in part 2, how do i tattoo a fic into my brain
ꕀ friends to worry about by @intromortal ⋮ wc 7.3k ♯ smut, cheating, everyone is lowk shitty, bf's besties!jayhoon x reader, lil bit of mxm, just read it ok
ꕀ his obsession by @arelyvn ⋮ wc 7k ♯ college au, smut, fluff, jay’s obsessed with the reader, brat tamer!jay (we all cheered), undercover freak!reader, loved this
ꕀ sweet desire by @arelyvn ⋮ wc 5.7k ♯ smut, slight angst, jay and reader are obsessed with each other, pwp, i love jay fics
ꕀ dad and dollars by @prkhaven ⋮ wc 12.9k ♯ smut, dilf au, slight age gap, dad!jay x money struggling fem!reader, pwp, just yes
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ꕀ mr & mrs smith by @swiftjay23 ⋮ wc 35k ♯ smut, marriage-on-the-rocks, morally gray romance, slow-burn, assassin spy husband!Jay x assassin spy wife!reader, husband jay fics ugh
jake
ꕀ serial-sweetheart by @simpjaes ⋮ wc 23.6k ♯ smut, cheating/infedelity that doesn't get exposed, boyfriend sunghoon, perverted/shy college boy jake, jake is a couple of years younger, sunghoon and jake are brothers, needy jake, dom-ish sunghoon, switch reader, jaw-droppingly good
ꕀ liquid sweetner by @intromortal ⋮ wc 5.2k ♯ smut, established relationship, downbad!jake, sick!reader, sweetie jake taking care of his girl basically
ꕀ ping! we should fuck by @jaylaxies ⋮ wc approx 6.5k ♯ smut, fwb, unprotected sex, fluff, angst
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ꕀ into it? by @minhosimthings ⋮ wc 24.8k ♯ smut, ft euijoo from andteam (foaming at the mouth), dom!jake, dom!ej, threesome, fratboys kinda, obsessed obsessed obsessed
ꕀ crazy, stupid, love by @swiftjay23 ⋮ wc 31.6k ♯ romcom au, friends with benefits, smut, angst, fluff, fwb to lovers, mutual pining, emotional slow burn, happy ending, playboy!jake x fratgirl!reader
sunghoon
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ꕀ 1-800-HOON by @prkhaven ⋮ wc 10.8k ♯ smut, brat tamer au, pwp if you squint really hard, jay is reader’s rich bf and sunghoon’s best friend, mean hard dom brat tamer!sunghoon, hung!hoon agenda, i'd get banned if i said all i wanted to about this one so im just gonna say its nice!
ꕀ inch by inch by @intromortal ⋮ wc 23.6k ♯ smut, f!reader x park sunghoon, besties!jaykewon, essentially just smut, hung hung hung sunghoon, brat tamer!sunghoon, theres a part 2 as well, everyone is sick of hearing me talk about this one idc i need to be put tf down
ꕀ that's right, he can't by @jaylaxies ⋮ wc 3.6k ♯ smut, dom!heeseung x switch!fem!reader x switch!sunghoon, jealousy, revenge sex, needy reader, heeseung is lowk an asshole
ꕀ birthday boy by @intromortal ⋮ wc 4.5k ♯ smut, "sunghoon's first birthday after you started dating comes around, and you two make the most of the night when a snow storm delays plans." honestly just rlly sweet
trust there is way more sunghoon ones, i just have to hunt for them in my notes somewhere :3
sunoo
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ꕀ 06. viewer submission challenge by @heeluvv ⋮ wc ?k ♯ smut, public sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), sunoo x reader
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ꕀ sweeter than revenge by @hoonstrology ⋮ wc 11.1k ♯ best friends to lovers. fluff. romance. yearner!sunoo & whipped!sunoo. slight angst. jealousy, condescending–dom!sunoo & sub!reader. sunoo switches between soft!dom and mean!dom (put me down) hung!sunoo agenda, like just love a good sunoo fic fr
there's a severe drought of good sunoo fics here :(
jungwon
ꕀ all the right parts by @arelyvn ⋮ wc 6k ♯ smut, teasing, car sex (on top of it), freak mechanic!won (feral), mean dom!won, freakwon agenda, reader's a spoiled brat who needs to be put in her place, and jungwon's willing to, just read it omg
ꕀ 0.7 first timer by @heeluvv ⋮ wc ?k ♯ smut, masturbation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex etc, jungwon x reader, this entire series is 10/10
riki
ꕀ 0.8 watch me by @heeluvv ⋮ wc ?k ♯ smut, unprotected sex, grinding, praise kink, teasing, handcuffs, nishimura riki x fem reader
i realised i don't have any riki ones besides this one..
Pairings: Brother's Best Friend!Heeseung x Fem!Reader
IN WHICH you start an OnlyFans to pay for your parents' damaged car after an accident that was most definitely your fault. Little do you know that your biggest fan is none other than your childhood crush and your older brother's best friend: Lee Heeseung.
WC: 4.1k
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Brother's Best Friend, Childhood Friends, Reader is Jay's Little Sister, Reader is Spoiled, Sprinkle of Fluff, Cursing, Mentions of Drug Use, Smut, Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Aftercare, Bathroom/Counter Sex (trying very hard to be quiet).
A/N: In honor of our Heeseung's (second) debut ❤️
You tilted your head back on the bed, moaning as you ran your fingers through your folds, wet sounds filling your room.
The red recording light of your laptop blinked in front of you, pointing directly at the spot where your fingers dipped into your entrance and cutting off above your bare chest. You never showed your face.
The friction sent jolts of pleasure down your back, the tight coil of heat between your legs growing with every second.
Your free hand gripped the sheets, fingers turning white as you felt your climax approaching. You put your thumb on your clit, rubbing fast and hard circles as your orgasm crashed over you, drawing a silent gasp from your lips as your mouth dropped open.
You arched on the bed, your breasts bouncing as you collapsed onto the mattress with a spent thud. Your breaths were ragged as you panted, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up and ending the recording. You dragged it to your drafts folder before closing your laptop and heading for the shower.
After half an hour of edging yourself on camera, you were always a sticky mess. But it was all worth it for the money. Three weeks on OnlyFans, and you were already halfway to the 1k you owed your parents for fucking up your dad's car. You had insisted that a cat ran in the road, and you just had to swerve, but your older brother Jay smelled the weed on your breath before you’d even finished your carefully constructed cover story. He’d sold you out without a second thought, almost as angry as your parents at your recklessness.
They said you were an embarrassment, a damper on the Park name. But you knew from the tinge of fear in your mother's eyes that they were mostly just scared. Scared that they could have lost you.
You swore that you’d never do it again, but it wasn’t enough. So your dad decided the best way to learn would be to take it out of your bank account. The only problem? You were hopelessly broke.
As much as you were embarrassed to admit it, you had always relied on your parents' money. While your friends all held part-time jobs in high school, you would go to the mall, dragging Jay around to buy the newest designer purse or jar of face cream you didn’t need.
And now you were months away from going to college, and after the car situation, your parents made it painfully clear they were done spoiling you.
So you tried. You tried looking for a job, handing in your meagre resume at fast food places and clothing stores. But no one ever called you back, and you were starting to think you’d be living at home for the rest of your life.
But then, one night, at 12:23 AM, you were staring at your phone, scrolling through Instagram comments, when you saw them: a strand of those sex bots begging for followers.
A light bulb went off in your head like a spotlight, and you looked down at yourself in your oversized shirt and underwear. Why work when your best source of income was right in front of you? Your body.
By 1:00 AM, you had made an OnlyFans account, and by 2:00 AM, you had posted your first video, your skin hot and flushed after touching yourself. You watched as subscribers and tips flooded in, and by the end of the week, you had $200 in your bank account.
It shocked you how easy it was. Play with your tits, do a bit of moaning, and bam, money.
Men were so easy.
But after a few days, you noticed that one particular account kept popping up in your feed. It always left the biggest tips and was one of the first viewers to pop up on every video. The username was simple, designed like it was meant to blend into the background: zedlover01
You didn’t think much of it; it made sense that people would have favorite creators as they do on any social media site. But you couldn’t help but be curious. Who was he? A 40-year-old man in his mom’s basement? A run-of-the-mill pervert? Or maybe he was like you, a college kid looking for a bit of a thrill.
You were sitting on the couch in the living room, brainstorming ideas to spice up your content, when the front door opened.
Jay’s voice filtered into the room, accompanied by the voices of his annoyingly attractive college friends, Jungwon and Heeseung.
You’d always crushed on them in that quiet, thrilling way, blushing if they met your eyes too long, stomach fluttering if they said your name a certain way. It helped that they were sweet, especially Heeseung. He’d always ask if you wanted to join whatever game they were playing on the TV, if you wanted a ride somewhere, or if you wanted him to make you an extra ramen packet. Every time, his warm eyes would brush over you like gentle lapping waves on a beach, making your legs feel weak under you.
You wondered how they’d react if they knew what you did in your room every night.
“Hey y/n!” Jungwon said, plopping onto the other couch next to Jay. “How’s the job search?”
You pursed your lips, keeping your expression neutral. Of course, Jay had told them. The day Jay kept a secret from Jungwon would be the day you won the lottery.
“Ok, I’m still looking.”
Heeseung sat on the couch next to you, keeping one cushion spaced between you. “My brother works at the dollar store by the mall. I could ask him to recommend you.”
His gentle voice swept over you, making you feel strangely relaxed. You smiled politely. “Thanks, Heeseung, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Jay snorted from across the room. “y/n wouldn’t be caught dead in a dollar store. Her tastes are way too expensive.”
You glared at him. “That’s not true! Dollar stores are…nice.”
“Have you even been in one before?” Jay asked, his eyebrows raised.
You looked down at your lap. “No…”
Jay smiled. “I rest my case.”
Heeseung chuckled. “It’s ok, y/n, no pressure at all, just thought I’d ask.”
“No, no, I really appreciate it; I’m just…keeping my options open.”
For just a second, something on Heeseung’s face shifted. His eyes narrowed, an almost imperceptible flicker of knowing behind his pupils, as if—just briefly—he could see right through your lie. But then it was gone, and his easy smile returned. “Of course, I understand.”
Pretty soon, the boys had shifted to playing games. Jay pulled up Mario Golf, fitting, since the other unspoken part of your punishment was going to the course with Jay a few times a week. Your parents called it ‘sibling bonding time,’ clearly meant as a way to tame your delinquent brain, as they hoped to have your brother's sense of responsibility rub off on you. (although they didn’t say that last part out loud).
Like always, Heeseung offered you a controller, but you declined, not wanting to embarrass yourself any more times than you could control in front of him. When you played with Jay, you always ended up hitting the ball into the bunker.
The three of them took turns swinging with their Joy-Cons, the room filling with a mix of curses and celebrations as the balls either completely missed the hole or flew straight towards it.
Heeseung was surprisingly good, and every time he stepped up to swing, your eyes traveled from the flex of his bicep up to the focused intensity in his eyes, his hair falling softly over his forehead.
He’d swing and get his ball right next to the hole, causing Jay to groan and Jungwon’s eyes to widen. Then he’d turn around, a laugh stumbling from his lips as he met your eyes. You would nod at him with an equally giddy smile, finding its way onto your face, and for just a second, you swore his gaze dropped down to your lips.
It was so brief you thought you’d imagined it, but the damage was done, and a swell of heat traveled up your neck as he sat back down next to you, the single cushion between you suddenly feeling way too small.
As you watched Jay and Jungwon take their turns, you realized you were hyperaware of Heeseung’s movements. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing over every time he ran his fingers through his hair or bounced his leg, making the couch tremble under you. You just kept wondering how soft his hair was, or how much you wanted to bounce on his lap…
You inhaled sharply, wiping the image from your mind. This was not the time to be having fantasies about your brother’s best friend.
But Heeseung noticed.
His Bambi eyes flicked over your face, watching the way you pursed your lips and shifted in your seat. Even though you felt his gaze like a brand on the side of your face, you didn’t look at him, instead forcing yourself to watch the screen, letting Luigi’s disappointed face distract you from the needy pressure between your legs.
Then, Heeseung stood up for his last turn. He got into position, chest turned towards you, and face tilted towards the screen as he readied his shot. While the others held their breath as they looked at the screen, your gaze lingered on the slight parting of his lips, wondering how they’d taste.
Jay’s voice cut through the room. “Let’s go, zedlover01.”
You watched Heeseung’s entire body go still.
It took a few seconds for the familiarity of the name to click, but when it did, you momentarily stopped breathing.
Slowly, you raised your eyes to Heeseung’s. He had been staring at you, clearly assessing your reaction, but the second he saw the cold shock of realization on your face, he tore his eyes away like your gaze burned him.
The action alone ruled out any coincidence.
He glanced at Jay. “Don’t call me that.”
Jay cocked his head, clearly confused. “But it’s your name; you use it on every game we play.”
“Is Heeseung Hyung embarrassed?” Jungwon said teasingly, noticing the line of red creeping up Heeseung’s neck.
He ducked his head, jaw tight as he looked at the screen. “Just…let me focus.”
The boys went quiet, shooting each other bewildered glances.
You were staring at your lap, a roar of emotions running through your head that you weren’t sure how to acknowledge. Heeseung—your brother’s best friend, the boy you’d been crushing on for half of your life—had been watching you fall apart in front of a camera for weeks. And not just watching, but paying, obsessing, treating your videos like the newest episodes of his favorite show.
He’d seen you naked, he’d heard your moans, and he’d liked it.
If Jay ever found out, he’d murder both of you. Heeseung out of anger, and you out of disappointment.
But what Jay thought was the least of your concerns. Because now Heeseung was sitting back down on the couch after he botched his shot, his cheeks the same shade as his pink hair as he scraped his palms up his thighs.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the space between you so thick with tension you thought you could cut it with one of Jay’s specialty knives. You had to escape; you had to get away from him. Just to get one second to catch your breath and process everything away from your brother's watchful gaze.
So while Jungwon was taking his shot, you moved. You slipped off the couch and headed straight for the bathroom, feeling Heeseung’s eyes on you the entire time. Your surroundings were a blur as you moved through the house, and the second your feet hit smooth tile, you shut the door behind you, leaning your back against it and breathing deeply.
The sounds of your panting echoed through the large bathroom, the quiet helping to calm the rapid beating in your chest. You closed your eyes, imagining Heeseung’s gentle smile curved into a silent gasp as he watched you touch yourself. You imagined him sitting with his back propped against his headboard, fingers running over his shaft as he listened to you—the girl he’d practically grown up with—fuck herself on her bed. And here he was, talking to you like nothing had changed, even though everything had.
You cursed as you realized that just thinking about it made you wet.
A familiar, needy heat gathered between your legs, making your finger tremble as you thought about relieving yourself. You couldn’t deny that Heeseung’s face had popped into your mind a few times as you filmed—nothing detailed—just glimpses. Flashes of his hand or his warm smile, sinking into a smirk as he ran his hand up your thigh.
You forced yourself to your feet, trying to ignore the aching pressure as you splashed some water on your face.
That’s when a gentle knock sounded at the door.
“Hello?” You said.
A soft voice sounded from the other side. “It’s me.” He paused, then added like an afterthought. “Heeseung.”
You sighed. Of course, it was him. You wanted to tell him to go away. To go back to his friends and pretend none of this ever happened. But the way his voice made your panties dampen said otherwise. You dried your face, and before you could stop yourself, you were reaching for the door.
The second you turned the lock, he was slipping inside, closing it behind him with a firm click, his back leaning against the polished wood as he stared at you.
You felt like you were looking at a different person. Gone was the polite smile and the caring eyes, replaced by a firm stare and barely contained desperation.
“y/n, listen, I found your account by accident, and I didn’t even know it was you until a few days later…” He trailed off, eyes drifting to your lips like they were hypnotizing him. “Then I just couldn’t stop.”
Your breath caught, the ache between your legs pulsing like a reminder.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “I wanted to, but I didn’t really know how without freaking you out.”
“I’m not freaked out.”
“You aren’t?”
You snorted. “Well…maybe a little. I’m just surprised.”
He sucked in his bottom lip, looking at you shyly. “In a good way?”
The words made your stomach flip. You bit back a smile. “How’d you know it was me?”
Heeseung stepped towards you, fingers twitching at his sides as if he wanted to touch you but wasn’t sure he should. He smiled softly. “The Weeknd poster above your bed. The bottom half was showing in one of your videos, and I recognized it instantly.”
Your eyes narrowed, but a smile tugged at your lips. “How do you know I have that poster? Are you sneaking around my room?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Jay went in to grab your hairdryer or something one time, and I might have taken a peek.”
You gasped, putting your hand on his chest and shoving him slightly. “You creep.” But there was no venom in your voice, and you didn’t pull back your hand.
Heeseung looked down at it, his eyes darkening slightly.
You felt his heartbeat against your palm and could swear it was speeding up with every second.
His hand drifted up and rested over yours, holding it against his chest. He looked at you, his eyes searching. “When I realized it was you, something…changed.”
You bit your lip, the air in the bathroom humming with the tension. “How so?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sounds you made in those videos, and wanted nothing more than to be the one causing them.”
You exhaled slowly, unknowingly moving closer to him.
He continued. “When I heard about the accident, I told myself I was giving you money to help you out, but I never skipped a single upload.” Heeseung’s other hand cupped your face, tilting your chin up so you were meeting his eyes. “It’s like you unlocked a part of myself I didn’t know was there, and now that it’s awake…I don’t know if I can ignore it.”
He was so close that your breaths mingled in the air, intertwining like twin flames. The pressure in your core was so intense that you could feel your inhibitions slipping away, fading until the only thought in your head was Heeseung’s lips.
“What if I don’t want you to ignore it?”
Heeseung made a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan, his eyes glassy and dark. “Don’t say what you don’t mean y/n.”
“Heeseung, just kiss me.”
His lips crashed onto yours before you could blink, and just like that, everything vanished. You didn’t think about Jay and Jungwon being in the other room, or what it meant to kiss your brother’s best friend; there was only Heeseung: his mouth, his hands. They roamed over you like they’d been reaching for you as long as they could move, your skin tingling wherever he touched.
Your lips moved together in a desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, and when his hand found your waist and a soft moan escaped your lips, he swallowed it, enveloping your mouth under his with claiming intensity.
He moved you until your back hit the sink, and braced himself against the counter with one hand while the other moved up to tangle in your hair. Heeseung kissed you like he was sick, and your lips were the antidote, smiling as you moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back to bury his head in your neck. “Your sounds are so beautiful, baby. I never want them to stop.”
“Heeseung!” You gasped. The coil of heat between your legs was twisted so tight you wanted to cry. It wasn’t a question anymore. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Heeseung, please, need you inside me.”
You felt him still against your neck, and he leaned back to press his forehead against yours, eyes glazed as he panted. “Are you sure? Once I start, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
You nodded, channeling every bit of need into your voice you could muster. “I’m sure, Hee, it hurts so bad.”
He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Ok, baby, I’ll help you; don’t worry.” He tugged at the zipper on his jeans, groaning as his erection sprang free, a drop of pre-cum already gathering at the tip.
Your eyes widened at his size, and just the image of him filling you up made you whimper.
Heeseung’s hands found your waistband, pulling down your shorts and panties in one fluid motion. He cursed when he saw your glistening lips, already soaking wet and aching for him.
“How long have you been like this?” He breathed.
“All day. The second you walked in the door, I was wet for you.”
“Fuck.” He hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you onto the counter, your bare ass hitting the cold surface, sending a shock up your spine. He gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “As much as I love hearing you, you need to be quiet ok? If your brother hears us, we’re dead.”
You ran your hands up his chest, the pressure so dizzying you could barely hear him. But somehow, you choked out a yes, and finally, torturously, he aligned himself with your entrance.
When he pushed into you, you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning. You buried your face in his neck, taking in air in shallow gasps as you fought to stay quiet. The way he filled you was agonizingly good, eons better than using your own fingers on camera. You had no words to describe it, nothing to say except his name as you murmured it into his ear over and over again: “Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung…”
When he finally bottomed out, he stopped and sighed, breathing in time with you as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your face. “Still ok?”
“Yes.” You breathed, “more than ok.” You tangled one of your hands in his pink hair, pulling him into a messy kiss as your hips trembled under his grasp.
He groaned, melting into your touch, and as his tongue slipped into your mouth, he moved. It wasn’t gentle; it wasn’t testing; it was brutal.
Heeseung pulled out almost fully before slamming back into you. You couldn’t stop a choked sob from ripping out of your throat, but he was ready. He put his hand behind your neck and kissed you hard, creating a sealed chamber with your mouths that muffled every sound. He moved against you mercilessly, the friction of his shaft scraping against your walls so overwhelming you thought you were going to pass out.
You clutched at his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle flex under your fingers as you searched for something to ground you. He moaned as your thumb drifted over his nape, sending a fresh wave of pleasure down your back.
Somehow, you were being quiet, with your muffled moans mostly drowned out by the slapping of skin and the squelch of your juices around his cock.
But you weren’t done, the coil in your core still being twisted to its limit. You hooked your legs around his back and pulled him closer, causing both of you to groan into each other's mouths as the angle deepened.
You could feel Heeseung’s thrusts getting shaky, his breathing more ragged, and you knew he was close. You began to grind against him in tune with his thrusts, your bodies rocking against each other in a filthy image.
Heeseung’s groans turned into desperate whimpers as you rocked against him, and you disconnected your lips as his thrusts became a rapid chase, both of you breathing hard as you held on to each other.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He said, his eyes wide and wrecked. “Like you were made for me.”
You were too far gone for words and were halfway through saying his name when your orgasm swept over you. It was like the breaking of a dam, a rush of wetness dripping between your legs as your walls clamped down with a sudden snap.
Heeseung buried his face in your neck to muffle his moan as he came apart after you, his back spasming as you milked him dry. You held onto him through it, kissing his sweaty neck as your bodies trembled and twitched together, still connected as a sticky mess tumbled down between you.
His hands braced the counter around you as his breathing slowed, and for a few seconds, you stayed there, existing in the moment when you’d crossed the line and become as close as your bodies allowed.
Then Heeseung pulled out of you, exhaling sharply as he left the warmth of your walls. Without a word, he grabbed some toilet paper and started cleaning you, his soft hands brushing down your thighs as he sopped up every drop of his cum.
When he was done, he stepped between your still-open legs and kissed you. This time, the kiss was gentle and sweet, full of possibilities and an uncertain future. You felt a stirring in your gut, but it wasn’t arousal; it was excitement. Anticipation for a relationship you had yet to consider, and a life that now felt more livable with Heeseung in it.
Suddenly, nothing felt impossible.
He smiled as he pulled back, eyes tracing your face like he was trying to memorize it. “Would it be bad if I said I’m glad you messed up your parents' car?”
You laughed. “Maybe a little?”
He kissed your nose. “Even if it led me to you?”
“I’ve always been here, Hee.”
“But you weren’t mine.”
You smiled, studying the face of the boy who’d always been familiar but now felt like home. “Is that dollar store job still on the table?”
He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling over his eye. “You actually want it?”
“Well, I can’t really keep doing OnlyFans…”
Heeseung leaned into your arms, burying his head in your chest and wrapping his arms around your lower back. You could feel his grin against your shirt. “I’ll call my brother tomorrow.”
You giggled and stroked his hair, letting the moment sink over you like the heat of the sun on a chilly day.
There was only one problem: How the hell were you going to tell Jay?
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summary - your bf has never done anything, ever. that all changes when his sweet tooth ends up making feel he has to ride or die.
content - inexperienced bf!heeseung x soft!dom reader, first time (solo), accidental aphrodisiac .. jake is at the scene of the crime yet again, sex pollen? masturbation, pillow humping, begging, he finds out he’s a sub with a mama kink, heeseung is LOUDD, suggested hyperspermia
wc - idk but its like a 3 min read maybe
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inexperienced bf! heeseung who believe it or not, has never masturbated before. he thought he would by the time puberty came around or at the very least after, considering it carried a high expectation, but he never felt the need to. he would hear his friends talk about it and experienced that same shocked expression time and time again whenever he’d share his truth.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who assumed he was just a late, late bloomer. as a teen, he thought that something was “wrong” with him for not sharing the same interests and habits as his peers. though with age, he grew to accept that it’ll happen when it happens.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who finally got his first hard on while he gave you his first kiss. the blush on his face was evident and if that somehow didn’t give it away, him rushing to pull his hoodie over his pants while stuttering definitely did. when you noticed, you had only smiled and coo’d at him which only made his situation worse. still, he didn’t act on it.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who is more than ready to have sex with you. despite everything, he knows that it’s you he wants to give himself to. he wants nothing more than sharing such an intimate and passionate experience with you and you alone. he knows that you’ve had sex before, so he feels a bit self conscious about his lack of experience, worrying that he won’t be able to make you feel what you deserve. you comfort him any time that he needs, tenderly expressing that none of that matters to you and it will be perfect regardless because it will be with him.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who has a bit of a sweet tooth. he finds himself in the kitchen searching for something that will satisfy him and his craving. he opens the pantry to search when something in particular catches his eye .. jake’s chocolate stash. it reads ‘do not eat!!’ and heeseung let’s out of huff mixed in with a light chuckle at what he thought was just theatrics. jake is out for the night, off doing something that he can’t be bothered to remember right now. still, he looks around before opening the bag.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who thinks to himself that he won’t notice if two are missing before unwrapping the candies.
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desperate bf!heeseung who is now panting heavily in his room as he frantically takes his clothes off. everything is hot, too hot. his skin is damp with sweat as heat fills his body like a wildfire, but nothing compares to what he feels beneath himself. he drops to the bed before he can properly take off his boxers, whatever’s happening to him clearly clouding his mind. he knows what he needs right now and there’s absolutely no denying it.
desperate bf!heeseung who pulls his boxers down so fast that his dick springs against his abdomen. he let’s out a sharp cry from contact, covering his mouth with wide eyes. he’s never felt anything like that before and sure as hell never made a sound like that either. he wants to hesitate, to rethink what he’s about to do, but he just can’t.
desperate bf! heeseung who, without skipping another beat, spits into his palm and strokes himself. the moan he lets out is erotic as he arches his back off of the bed, chasing the foreign pleasure circling around his length. he watches himself briefly before shutting his eyes, catching how red and aroused he really is.
desperate bf!heeseung who somehow manages to clear his mind enough to find you in his thoughts, imagining his hand being yours or your mouth instead. he can barely recognize himself as whimpers and broken whines spill out of him.
depersate bf!heeseung who lets out a strings a pathetic ‘fucks’ and ‘pleases’ as he brings his hand to rub his tip, covered in salivia and more precum than he ever thought he’d produce. his eyebrows knit tightly together as his blush deepens.
desperate bf!heeseung who moves before he can even register what he’s doing. it’s like his body had a mind of it own only set on chasing its high, chasing you. he grabs the pillow behind him to place it between his legs, positioning himself to straddle down against it. he didn’t learn this anywhere, hell, he hasn’t even watched porn. but none of that matters right now .. especially not when
desperate bf!heeseung let’s out a high scream once he starts rocking his hips. he can only imagine how he looks right now, how you would see him from your perspective. “oh fuck!” he moans out, getting impossibly louder with each thrust. he hears your soft voice in his head, cooing at him so sweetly like you always do. ‘i know, baby. but you look so pretty for me,’ he humps even faster now with whines slipping out of his mouth positioned in a perfect ‘o’. “mmph! t-thank you,” he hears himself.
desperate bf!heeseung who feels something unfamiliar building inside him, but it feels so, so good. he feels his muscles burn slightly, but it feels like he’d rather die than stop chasing whatever this is. sweat drips from his hair as whines and whines and whines. when the feeling buds even closer is when he’s sure the neighbors can hear him, but he can’t find any will to care. ‘c’mon, baby’ he hears you again. ‘you gonna cum for me?’.
desperate bf!heeseung who finally realizes what this feeling is a bit too late. “oh fuck, fuck,” he cuts himself off with another moan. and another. and another. all building in volume and intensity. “oh my god. i’m- hah i’m cumming,” another moan. “oh fuck, mama please!”
the noise that follows is the loudest yet. his hips still as ropes of cum shoot out of him. he has never felt bliss like this in entire life and it feels never ending. its too much, too good, and he can’t decide if he wants it to stop. he’s cumming so much that the pillow is soaked through and shaking with the bucks of his hips as a result of overstimulation. when its finally over, his chest rises deeply as he struggles to catch his breath. he does, eventually. he opens his hazy eyes to look at the scene that just unfolded under him.
“what .. just happened,”
oh
virgin bf!heeseung who remembered the damn chocolates.
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a/n - this hate that i made you love me heeseung edit by lhrtjake on tiktok inspired me to make this .. got so hard it broke me out of writer’s block
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