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a/n⋮ lets ignore the fact that i haven't posted in 3 weeks... oops..👀 anyways guys sorry if this is shit..! im gonna try to squeeze some more ideas out of my very small brain in the next couple of days to get something out because i need to feed my children😔✌️
𝓦𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍⠀ ✶ ⠀a harmless interaction with another guy leaves yang jungwon quietly simmering with jealousy, you brush off his frustration, convinced he's overreacting. but once you're home, jungwon decides he's done arguing. instead of raising his voice, he reminds you, in his own way, that no matter how stubborn you are, he always knows exactly how to put you back in your place.
𝟓𝟐𝟔𝟖 🗯️ ✽ ─── ⏾ 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱 yang jungwon ⠀x ⠀ 𝓯 ! rea ´ ꒳ ` 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : established relationship ˒ porn without a plot ˒ possessive jungwon ˒ make-up sex ˒
𝔀𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : explicit sexual content ⋮ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 ✿ breast sucking ˒ unprotected p in v ˒ multiple orgasms ˒ overstimulation ˒ dirty talk ˒ praise kink ˒ size kink ˒ creampie ˒ rough sex ˒ breeding kink ˒ reader is pregnant (reader is lactating) ˒ cum swallowing ˒ light degradation ˒ masturbation ˒ just a bunch of nasty shit ˒ daddy kink ˒
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬⠀ ✶ ⠀ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭
⚠️ 。 𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ouu shit is the only thing i’ll be saying at this function, so sorry <//3 a bit repetitive at times but i very much hope you guys enjoy! please read responsibly :-) very very unrealistic by the way guys don’t actually be too overly rough when you’re pregnant lovelots hoonguin nation
"Can't you stop sulking already? I said I'm sorry. I didn't know that there was something considered 'too nice' to someone who was simply trying to help."
You said. You were currently laying down on the bed, phone in one hand scrolling through social media, your other hand on Jungwon's shoulder, he's laying down and his head is on your chest.
You're currently about 20 weeks pregnant with Jungwon's baby, and just about 2 weeks ago, you noticed that you began to leak already.
Pregnancy had its own fair share of weird effects. Odd cravings, your body changing, the fact that you were already lactating, and most especially — you being easily ticked off at every single small thing. Nothing was safe, not even your ever-so-lovely husband — Jungwon. Ever since, you'd always tried to be lenient around him, to maybe keep some attitude to yourself, but now, you couldn't help but throw a bunch of rocks labelled "attitude" at him.
You could tell it ticked him off, even in the slightest. And he was trying his very best to not complain about it, maybe because he was aware of the effect pregnancy had on some women, or if he just didn't want to piss you off even more.
"There's no such thing as 'too nice,' that dude literally held your hand. I was right there too! What could he have needed it for—like, what exactly? Tell me, Y/N."
"Don't know, don't care—he was just showing me where the olive oil was ever since the supermarket rearranged itself. I can't see why you're making it such a big deal."
"Baby, he could've—you know," splaying a hand in the air, "—done it without holding your hand."
Unbelievable. This guy found a reason to pick over anything. You only let out a very defeated sigh, rolled your eyes at him, and looked back onto your phone, watching a 20 second video about the perfect oven temperatures for certain pastries.
You could see him in your peripheral vision. You know he saw you roll your eyes at him. You literally couldn't care less, that's what you told yourself, despite your hand still ruffing through his hair.
The silence between you stretched, thick and stubborn, the kind that neither of you wanted to be the first to break. Your thumb swiped lazily across your phone screen, a video about sourdough, then one about candle-making, then something about a dog riding a skateboard. None of it registered. Your mind was half on the screen, half on the warm weight of Jungwon's head against your chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and the faint tension still coiled in his shoulders beneath your idle fingers.
You thought he'd let it go. You really did. He usually did, eventually — biting back whatever retort was sitting on his tongue, pressing a kiss to your temple instead, muttering something about how he "just worries." But tonight, something was different. The jealousy had dug its claws deeper than usual, and you could feel it in the way his jaw kept clenching and unclenching even in the way his hand rested a little too still on your waist.
Your fingers continued their absent rhythm through his hair — scratch, ruffle, repeat. It was mechanical, soothing, something you did without thinking.
Then you felt him shift.
It was just a nuzzle at first, his cheek pressing a little firmer into the soft cotton of your oversized t-shirt, his nose brushing against the curve of your breast through the fabric. You ignored it. He did it again, slower this time, his breath warm through the thin material, and you felt the faintest flicker of his tongue. It wasn’t even a lick, just a tease of damp heat against the cotton right over your nipple.
Your thumb stuttered on the screen. A pastry video replayed from the beginning. You didn't notice.
"Jungwon," you warned, though your voice came out far less sharp than you intended. More breath than authority.
He didn't respond. His hand slid from your waist to the hem of your shirt, fingertips slipping beneath, and his palm spread warm and wide across the bare skin of your stomach, just beneath the gentle swell where your baby sat snug and safe. His touch was reverent, almost, the way his thumb traced a slow arc over the taut skin, and something about the tenderness of it made your chest tighten even as your brain screamed that you were still annoyed with him.
Then he tugged the shirt up. He pulled the fabric up until it bunched beneath your collarbones, and the cool air hit your bare chest, raising goosebumps across your skin. Your breasts were fuller now than they'd ever been, heavy and sensitive, the darkened peaks already pebbled from the change in temperature and from the faint, persistent ache that had become a near-constant companion over the past couple of weeks. You'd bought new bras two sizes up and they still didn't fit right. Everything was sensitive. Everything was too much.
Your hand stilled in his hair. Your phone screen dimmed. You opened your mouth. To say what exactly? You weren't so sure. Something dismissive. Something like we're still fighting or I'm still mad at you—
His mouth closed over your left breast, and every thought in your head evaporated like mist.
A strangled sound escaped you. Not quite a moan, not quite a gasp, but something raw and involuntary that you'd never heard yourself make before. His lips were hot, impossibly soft, sealing around the stiffened peak with a hunger that made your thighs clench together on instinct. His tongue pressed flat against your nipple, then curled, swirling slow and filthy around the sensitive bud, and the jolt of pleasure that shot through you was so sharp, so sudden, that your spine arched off the mattress before you could stop it.
"Fuck—Jungwon—"
He hummed against you, low and approving, the vibration rippling through the tender flesh and straight down into your core. His hand cradled the underside of your breast, lifting it, weighing it, his thumb stroking the soft skin just beneath where his mouth worked. He sucked with intent, with a deep, pulling draw that made your nipple throb against his tongue. And then you felt it. That familiar, tingling pressure, the letdown reflex, triggered by the insistent pull of his mouth, and before you could process it, a thin, warm trickle leaked from you, straight onto his tongue.
Jungwon groaned. The sound was guttural, vibrating against your breast, and his suction deepened instantly, desperate, greedy, like the taste of you had flipped some primal switch in his brain. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes dark against his cheeks, and he swallowed, pulling again, harder, drawing out another thin stream that coated his tongue and spilled just slightly from the corner of his lips.
"Fuck," he rasped, pulling off just enough to speak, his lips still brushing your wet, swollen nipple. "You taste so fucking good, baby." His voice was wrecked already, rough and low, barely more than a growl. He licked a broad stripe across your nipple, catching every drop, then sealed his mouth over you again and sucked with renewed fervor, swallowing around you, and the wet, obscene sound of it echoed through the quiet bedroom.
Your phone slipped from your fingers. It landed somewhere on the mattress beside you, forgotten, the screen still casting a faint glow that neither of you noticed. Your hand, the one that had been scrolling, found its way back into his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, and you gripped, pulling him closer, pressing his face harder into your breast. You hated yourself for it. You were supposed to be mad at him. You were supposed to be holding onto your irritation like a shield, refusing to let him charm his way out of this one. But his mouth was so fucking hot, and his tongue was doing something devastating, and every pull of his lips sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to the aching, throbbing heat between your legs.
He switched to your right breast without warning, his mouth leaving the left with a wet pop, a thin trail of milk and saliva connecting his lips to your glistening nipple before it broke. He didn't give you even a second to breathe. His mouth descended on the other side immediately, sucking the neglected peak between his lips with the same ravenous urgency, and this time you did moan — loud, unfiltered, your head pressing back into the pillow as your hips shifted restlessly beneath him.
"Jungwon—ah—"
"Mmm," he moaned against you, the sound muffled by the soft flesh filling his mouth. Another pull, another leak, and he was drinking you in like you were the only thing keeping him alive, his throat working as he swallowed. His free hand, the one not supporting your breast, slid down your side, fingertips dragging across your ribcage, across the curve of your hip, and then dipping between your thighs where the heat had pooled into something unbearable.
You whined when his fingers pressed against you through your thin cotton shorts, feeling the dampness that had already soaked through the fabric. He groaned again, louder this time, pulling off your breast just long enough to mutter, "Already this wet? Just from my mouth on your tits?" The crude words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and you felt your clit throb against his fingers as he rubbed a slow, deliberate circle through the wet cotton.
"Shut up," you managed, but it came out as a whimper, and you both knew it.
He laughed — low, dark, dangerous — and the sound skittered down your spine like a threat. He pressed one more open-mouthed kiss to your swollen nipple, lapping up the bead of milk that had gathered there, and then he shifted.
You felt him move before you understood what was happening. His body slid higher against yours, his mouth never leaving your skin, kissing a wet trail from your breast up to your collarbone, then along the side of your neck, and it was only when you heard the rustle of fabric that you realized what he was doing. One hand worked beneath him, shoving his sweatpants down past his hips, and then his boxers, the elastic waistband catching briefly on the thick head of his cock before he freed himself with an audible exhale of relief.
You couldn't see it from this angle, but you felt it — the hot, heavy length of him pressing against your bare thigh, smearing a bead of slick across your skin. He was hard. Achingly, aggressively hard, the shaft thick and flushed, and you could feel him pulsing against your leg as his hips rocked forward on instinct, chasing friction that wasn't there yet.
And then his hand wrapped around himself.
He stroked, slow, tight, almost lazy, and you heard the wet sound of it, the slick slide of his fist over his length, and the noise that escaped his throat was filthy. A groan, low and drawn out, muffled against the skin of your neck where his face was now buried. His mouth found your breast again while his hand worked himself, and the dual rhythm of it, his lips pulling at your nipple while his fist pumped his cock, was so overwhelmingly lewd that you could only lay there and shake, your fingers tight in his hair, your thighs pressed together so hard they trembled.
The sight of it alone would have undone you. Jungwon, whose head was between your chest and your neck, whose mouth was latched onto you like he couldn't bear to stop tasting you, whose arm moved in steady, deliberate strokes as he jerked himself off against your body. The quiet, wet sounds filled the room alongside his muffled groans and your broken, breathy moans, and you threw your head back against the pillow and moan loudly, your phone tumbling forgotten from your grasp, and the heat between your legs was no longer just an ache but a demand. A throbbing, desperate emptiness that needed to be filled.
You couldn't focus on your phone. You couldn't focus on anything. The pastry video had looped four times and you hadn't seen a single frame. Your hand in his hair wasn't ruffling anymore, it was gripping, tugging, your nails scraping against his scalp in a way that made him growl against your breast, the sound rumbling through your chest like a warning and a promise all at once.
"Jungwon," you breathed, and this time it wasn't a protest. It was a surrender. "Jungwon, please—"
He pulled off your breast with a gasp, his lips swollen and wet, a thin trail of milk dripping down his chin. His eyes were dark, not just with lust, but with something possessive, something fierce, the same jealousy from earlier transmuted into something rawer and more dangerous. He looked at you like he wanted to consume you, like he needed to remind you exactly who you belonged to, and the intensity of it made your breath catch.
"Please what, angel?" he asked, his voice rough like gravel and honey, and his hand slowed on his cock, a lazy, teasing stroke that made you want to scream. "Use your words."
You swallowed. Your throat was dry despite everything. "I want—need you so bad."
"Yeah?" He tilted his head, and the ghost of a smirk played at the corner of his mouth, both infuriating and devastating. "You need me? After you were rolling your eyes at me five minutes ago?"
"I—"
"Tell me what you need." A stroke. Tighter this time. His thumb dragging across the head of his cock, smearing precum. "Say it."
"You. Inside me. Filling up my pussy. Right now. Please—baby, please."
He pulled back just enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and underwear, tugging them down your thighs in one fluid motion, and you lifted your hips to help him, kicking the fabric off somewhere toward the foot of the bed. The cool air hit your soaked, swollen folds and you shivered, but the chill lasted only a second before he was settling between your legs, his body hot and spanning the entire width of you.
He kissed you. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and he groaned into the kiss, licking into your mouth with the same thorough, devastating attention he'd given your breasts. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you felt the thick, hot length of his cock press against your bare core, sliding through the slick, the head catching against your clit with every roll of his hips, and the friction was so maddening that you were whining into his mouth before you could stop yourself.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours. "Gonna fuck you now," he murmured, and the crude simplicity of it sent a bolt of electricity straight to your core. "Gonna remind you who this pussy belongs to."
Then he reached between you, wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and pushed inside.
The first inch made you gasp. The second made you whine. By the third, your walls were clenching so tightly around him that he hissed through his teeth, his jaw going rigid, his hips stuttering as he fought against the instinct to just thrust forward. You were too tight, the pregnancy had made you swollen and sensitive, every nerve ending screaming, and even though you were drenched, slick coating his cock and your inner thighs, your body resisted the sheer girth of him like it was too much, too full, too—
"Shit," he breathed, his voice thin and strained. "Baby, you're so fucking tight—I can't—" He pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, and another inch sank into you, stretching you open around him.
He wasn't even halfway in. You could feel it, the thick, rigid length of him still mostly outside you, and the part that was inside was already pressing against spots that made your vision blur. He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, and you felt every inch of the drag, your walls fluttering around the head, and then he pushed back in, deeper this time, but still not enough, your body refusing to yield to the full thickness of him.
"Look at that," he rasped, and you opened eyes you didn't remember closing to see him staring down between your bodies, his jaw slack, his expression wrecked with awe and hunger. He shifted his weight onto one elbow, and his free hand reached down, his thumb and forefinger spreading your folds open, physically parting your pussy lips so that the stretched, swollen rim of your entrance was visible where it clung to his cock.
"There you go, angel," he murmured, his thumb still holding you open as he pushed forward, sinking deeper, inch by devastating inch, and your back arched off the mattress, your mouth falling open around sounds you couldn't control. "That's it. Taking me so well. So fucking tight for me—you feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?"
You could. You felt him everywhere. He bottomed out with a slow, grinding press of his hips, and the head of his cock kissed your cervix with a pressure that was pain and pleasure in equal measure, and you heard yourself sobbing, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming fullness of it. Your hands flew to his back, nails digging into the hard muscle through his t-shirt, and you clung to him like he was the only solid thing in a world that had gone soft and spinning.
He held there, buried to the hilt, and breathed. His forehead dropped to the crook of your neck, and you felt the shudder that ran through his entire body, the restraint it took for him to just stay still, to let you adjust, to not ruin you the way every fiber of his being was yelling at him to do. His hand slid from between your bodies to rest on the swell of your belly, and his thumb stroked a gentle arc over the tight skin.
"Mmh, are you okay?" he asked against your neck.
"Yeah," you whispered, and you meant it. "Of course, I'm okay. Move—please, move."
He pulled back, slow, dragging, every inch a torture, and then thrust in.
The first real thrust punched the air from your lungs. The second made you cry out, your voice cracking, your nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks through his shirt. The third set a rhythm — deep, forceful, and relentless. Each stroke hitting the end of you with a precision that made your vision blur, his hips snapping forward with a wet, heavy sound that echoed through the room alongside your moans and his low groans.
"That's it," he growled, his voice strained, breathless, barely human. "That's my good girl. Taking my cock so pretty—fuck, this is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get—" He thrust harder, deeper, and the bed creaked beneath you, the headboard threatening the wall. "My pussy, isn’t it? All mine."
"All yours—ah—it's yours, Jungwon—"
"Louder." A particularly vicious thrust, angled just right, and pleasure detonated through you like a bomb, your walls seizing around him in a spasm that made him curse.
"It's yours! Fuck—it's yours, all yours—"
He moaned, long and low, and his pace shifted, faster now, more urgent, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room in a rapid tempo. His hand was still on your belly, grounding him, and you felt him throb inside you, felt the way his cock jerked and pulsed with every thrust, and you knew he was close already. The jealousy, the arousal from sucking on your breasts, the sight of you laid out and wrecked beneath him — it had been building from the moment he'd first nuzzled into your chest, and now it was all crashing toward a peak with terrifying speed.
"Gonna come," he panted, his hips stuttering, his rhythm faltering into something erratic and desperate. "Gonna come inside you, baby—fuck —I'm gonna fill you up—"
"Do it—"
"Yeah? You want that? Want me to pump you full again?" His voice was ragged, wrecked, and the words spilled out of him like he couldn't stop them — dirty, possessive, incantatory. "Gonna put another one in you—fuck—give you another baby to carry for me—you'd like that, wouldn't you? Walking around round with my kid, proof for everyone to see—proof that you're mine, that this body is mine, that you let me breed you like a good little slut—"
You felt your orgasm crash over you without warning, your entire body seizing, your back arching completely off the bed as your walls clamped down around his cock so hard that he shouted, his hips slamming forward one final time and holding, pressing as deep as he could go, and you felt it — the hot, thick pulse of him coming inside you, rope after rope of it, flooding you with warmth that seemed to go on and on and on.
You were shaking. Both of you were. His weight settled over you more fully, you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your chest, or maybe that was yours, you couldn't tell anymore. The aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you in waves, your walls still fluttering around him, milking every last drop, and he groaned — a weak, overstimulated sound that told you he could feel it too.
Silence. Heavy, breathless, broken only by the sound of your combined breathing slowly, slowly evening out.
You thought it was over. You really did. Your body felt like liquid, boneless, spent, your mind floating somewhere far above the mattress in a haze of endorphins and satisfaction. Your hand found his hair again, fingers carding through the damp strands, and you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, a silent forgiveness for the argument that already felt like it belonged to another lifetime.
Then he moved.
His hips rolled, a slow, experimental thrust. and you gasped, your overstimulated walls clenching around him in protest. He was still inside you. Still hard. Not as hard as before, maybe, but hard enough that the movement sent a jolt of sharp, almost painful pleasure through your core, and you felt him twitch, felt the blood rushing back into him with a speed that shouldn't have been possible for a man who'd just come that hard.
"Jungwon—" you started, your voice hoarse. "What are you—"
"Again," he said, and the word was simple, final, delivered against your jaw in a rough, open-mouthed kiss. "I'm not done with you."
His hips pulled back and thrust in, slow but deliberate, and the sound you made was embarrassing — a wet and broken keen that you'd probably be mortified about later. He was fully hard again now, his cock thick and insistent inside you, and the sensitivity from your first orgasm made every stroke feel amplified, each drag of his length against your walls like a match strike, friction and fire, too much, and not enough all tangled together into something devastating.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive," he murmured, his voice full of wonder and dark satisfaction. "Clenching around me like you can't help it. You can't, can you? Your body knows who it belongs to even when your eyes are busy rolling at me."
"I wasn't—ah—"
"You were." A thrust, deeper than the last, and his hand came up to cup your face, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him. His eyes were nearly black, the pupils blown so wide that the warm brown was swallowed entirely, and the expression on his face was one of absolute, consuming possession. "Every time you look at someone else—every time someone else touches you—this is what I think about. Reminding you. Fucking you until you can't remember anyone's name but mine."
His pace increased, still controlled, but with a ferocity building beneath the surface. Each thrust was punctuated by a low, rough sound from his throat, and his hands roamed your body with a reverence that contradicted every filthy word spilling from his mouth. He cupped your breasts, thumbing your still-sensitive nipples, tracing the faint stretch marks that had begun to appear along their sides, pressing kisses to the swell of each one like he was worshipping them.
"So beautiful," he breathed, and then, almost to himself: "Carrying my baby. Fuck. You don't know what that does to me."
His hips snapped forward and the shift in intensity was like a gear change, the careful control fracturing into something rougher, more primal. The bed was moving now, the headboard striking the wall in a rhythm that you were grateful your neighbors couldn't hear, or maybe they could, but you were too far gone to even care. Your hands were everywhere, his back, his shoulders, the back of his neck, pulling him closer, dragging him down, needing his weight on you, needing to feel consumed by him.
"Gotta remind you," he panted, his rhythm brutal now, each thrust grinding against your clit on the downstroke and hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl and your mouth go slack. "Gotta remind you how good you felt when I fucked a baby into you. This—" A deep, punishing thrust that made you cry out. "—this is what happens. You let me breed you, and now you're walking around with proof—living proof of being a good little slut for daddy."
The word hit cracked something open inside you, something you'd been keeping locked away, and suddenly you were saying it — chanting it, really, the word falling from your lips in a broken, desperate stream that you couldn't have stopped if you tried.
"Daddy—ah—daddy, please—please—"
"That's right," he growled, and his pace became relentless, punishing, his hips slamming into yours with a force that rocked your entire body. "Who's daddy? Say it again. Who's your daddy, angel?"
"You are—fuck—you're my daddy, Jungwon—"
"My good girl," he breathed, and his voice cracked on it, raw and tender and filthy all at once. "My perfect, perfect girl. Taking everything I give you. Gonna pump my kids into you all at once—one after another—keep you full of me all the time—you'd let me, wouldn't you? Let me keep you bred and round and leaking—my little whore—my angel—mine."
Your second orgasm hit you like a wave breaking, not sharp like the first but deep and rolling, pulling you under in a slow, inexorable crush of pleasure that seemed to last forever, your walls rippling around him in long contractions that milked him in a rhythm your body knew by instinct.
He followed you over the edge, or maybe he was already there, had been hovering on the precipice since his first orgasm, his body chasing the second with a single-minded desperation that was almost violent. He came inside you again with a groan that sounded almost like pain, his hips stuttering, his cock jerking and pulsing as he added to the warmth already pooling in your core.
But he didn't stop.
Even as the aftershocks faded, even as his breathing went ragged and desperate, his hips kept moving, slower now, but not stopping, his cock still achingly hard inside you, and you realized with a mix of disbelief and exhausted arousal that he was chasing something else. A third peak. He hadn't even softened, hadn't even pulled out, and his jaw was set with a determination that bordered on feral.
"I can't—" he gasped, his voice wrecked, barely audible. "Fuck, I can't stop—it's building again—I—"
He pulled out.
The sudden emptiness made you whimper, your walls clenching around nothing, the loss of him almost painful after being so thoroughly filled. But he was already moving, shifting up your body, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking fast and rough, his fist a blur over the slick, glistening length of himself. He straddled your chest, his thighs bracketing your shoulders, and the head of his cock, leaking precum and your combined slick, hovered inches from your mouth.
"Open wide," he commanded, and his voice was barely a thread, a fraying rope, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm that was already cresting. "Open your mouth for me, angel."
You did. You opened your mouth, your tongue slipping out, your eyes fixed on his face, the agony and the ecstasy written across his features, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords, the sweat rolling down his chest. His hand moved faster, his strokes tight and wet, and then—
He came with a sound that was almost a sob, his cock jerking in his fist as thick, hot ropes of his release spilled onto your tongue and into your waiting mouth. The third orgasm was smaller than the first two, less in volume, but no less intense, and he groaned through it, his hips jerking forward in shallow, involuntary thrusts, the last few drops landing on your lower lip and chin.
He stared down at you. His chest was heaving, his hair was damp and wild, and his eyes were impossibly soft now, the dark possessiveness from earlier melted into something raw and achingly adoring. He reached down with a thumb, swiped the release from your chin, and pressed it gently past your lips.
"Swallow," he whispered, and his voice was so tender it broke something in your chest.
You swallowed. He watched your throat work, and the sound he made, somewhere between a groan and a sigh, was the most satisfied thing you'd ever heard.
Then he collapsed beside you.
His arms gathered you up immediately, pulling you against his chest, his nose pressing into your hair, and he held you. One hand settled over your belly again, and he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then another to your temple, then another to the curve of your cheek.
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked, his voice was so soft, so careful, that the contrast from the man who'd been growling dirty things into your ear mere moments ago made your head spin.
"Mm," you hummed, too spent to form real words, your body loose and warm and thoroughly, devastatingly satisfied. Your hand found his on your belly and laced your fingers through his, holding on. "More than okay."
He exhaled and nuzzled deeper into your hair. Silence settled over you both, comfortable and complete, the earlier argument nothing but a distant echo in the warmth of the afterglow.
"For the record," he murmured after a long moment, his voice tinged with something sheepish, "I wasn't actually that jealous about the hand-holding thing."
You snorted. "You were literally fucking fuming."
"I was mildly inconvenienced by a stranger's lack of boundaries."
"He was showing me where the olive oil was, Jungwon."
"He was holding your hand while doing it. In front of your husband. Who is me." A pause. "And now you're full of my cum, so I think I made my point."
"Totally unbelievable."
"That works too." You could hear the grin in his voice, stupid and smug and so unbearably him.
Jungwon's breathing evened out slowly, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, and the last thing you felt before sleep pulled you under was his thumb tracing that same gentle arc over your belly, back and forth, back and forth, like a lullaby only the three of you could hear.
✷ NOTE : thank you all so, so much for reading ! i hope you enjoyed this little world for a while ♡ all of this is purely a work of fiction & doesn’t reflect reality at all . . likes, reblogs, and feedback are deeply cherished and very, very appreciated on here !
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staff notes: haha me next.. im so serious.. is this thing on? helloooo
“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.
he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.
his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.
“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”
all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.
“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.
it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.
“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.
“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”
your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.
“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.
he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.
“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.
“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”
his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.
“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.
your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.
“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.
sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.
“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.
# | store disclaimer: all work is fictional and is not a real depiction of our staff outside the store !
pairing :: sim jaeyun x reader
warnings :: smau, exes to lovers, petnames, bff!riki, reader is a little bit mean at the start, alcohol mentions, food mentions, wingman riki, sick!reader, hurt/comfort, fluff, crack, light angst, happy ending
a/n :: maybe this is too short and a bit nonsensical but i think m gonna try and write more instead of doing more smaus BUT i hope you enjoy anon and i hope this is what you had in mind (๑>ᴗ<๑)
bestfriend!sunghoon x clueless!female reader
content(s): down bad sunghoon, he asks reader to sit on him, fluff, suggestive innuendos, possessive mannerisms, he's obsessed with reader
type: smau! (texts)
reader's a little clueless on how her texts affect sunghoon
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𝜗𝜚 in case anyone’s confused, airheads and warheads are brands that sell candies!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
: ˚⋆✮ in which: you reply to your cortis boyfriend with a single letter — “k”. now hes stressed and desperately trying to fix things
: ˚⋆✮ a/n: my talking stage dry asf but he also fine asf… anyway yo whos sending me ideas for cortis enha or lngshot one shots ✌️ im working on kimi reqs and my jake series and soon my bby dada jake i promise
synopsis: martin does nothing but pass notes in class to cure his boredom, soon one day he believes he has found his longtime pen pal. or the one where martin is down bad…
genre: fake texts, one shot au, non!idols, student au, fluff
content: sunghoon college au, smut, stalker sunghoon.
warnings: mdni! sexual content, dubcon, cursing, use of petnames, fingering (f. receiving), oral sex (m. receiving), intimidation, coercion, stalking, p in v, unprotected sex (do not do it), possessiveness, toxic dynamic, slapping, choking, degradation, reader is conflicted, emotional distress, forced submission.
wc: 12.8k
note: i do not condone or support any of the behaviour portrayed in this story. this is a work of fiction and should remain in fiction only ! hope you enjoy, thank you for reading <3
here are some songs that i listened to while i wrote this !
little bit - drake and lykke li / pink matter - frank ocean and andré 3000 / damned - miguel / awkward - sza / let me love you - ariana grande and lil wayne / secuestro - slayter, yan block and NTG / my moon my man - feist / kiss it better - rihanna / les - childish gambino / dollhouse - the weeknd and lily rose depp / angel - massive attack / skin - mac miller / human nature - madonna
taglist (you can comment!): @kristynaaah
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the university library was always suffocatingly quiet around midnight, the only sound being the aggressive clicking of your own keyboard and the hum of the old vending machines down the hall. you rubbed your eyes, the black-and-white text of your essay blurring together after hours of staring at the screen. you were so tired that your brain was starting to play tricks on you, making the skin on your arms prickle with that annoying, persistent feeling of being watched.
“get it together.” you mumbled to yourself, shifting in your plastic chair. you casually glanced up from your laptop, scanning the scattered students left on the third floor, trying to prove to yourself that absolutely no one was paying attention to you. and for the most part, you were right. a girl two rows over was fast asleep on her binder, and a guy near the elevators was aggressively chewing on his pencil.
but then your eyes flicked to the desk near the window. there was a guy sitting there, a dark hoodie pulled over his head, a silver laptop open in front of him. the moment your gaze landed on him, you realized he was already looking straight at you. his face was mostly in the shadows, but his posture was completely still, his dark eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach drop into a heavy knot. your heart gave a sudden and uncomfortable thump in your throat.
for a second, neither of you moved. then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he slowly looked back down at his screen, flipping a page in his notebook. your face instantly burned with embarrassment and you forced your eyes back to your essay, your fingers freezing over the keys. he wasn't staring at you, you argued with yourself, your chest tightening. he was literally just zoning out and looking in your direction. stop being so full of yourself.
you forced yourself to pack up your things, suddenly deciding you were way too sleep-deprived to be productive anymore. as you shoved your laptop into your bag, you reached into your coat pocket for your wired earphones. the ones you distinctly remembered putting in there before leaving your dorm. but they weren't there.
you frowned, digging deeper into the fabric, checking your backpack slots, but the tangled white wires were nowhere to be found. you let out an irritated sigh, shaking your head. you had probably left them on the desk during your afternoon lecture, or maybe you dropped them in the cafeteria. you were getting so careless lately.
leaving the library, the autumn air hit your face, making you shiver as you walked out onto the dimly lit campus quad. the concrete paths were mostly empty, the tall oak trees casting long, distorted shadows under the orange streetlamps. you quickened your pace, your sneakers squeaking against the damp pavement.
and then you heard it. the rhythmic, steady heavy thud of footsteps a few yards behind you. your body went completely rigid, your heartbeat spiking as you resisted the urge to walk faster. it's a public campus. people walk home at night. you are literally fine. wanting to get the anxiety over with, you stepped to the side of the path under a streetlamp and pretended to check your phone, letting the person pass you.
the dark-hooded silhouette glided right past you without a single glance. it was him, the guy from the library. he didn't look at you, didn't slow down, his hands deeply shoved into his pockets as he walked at a completely normal pace toward the science buildings. he smelled faintly of rain and a seemingly expensive, clean laundry detergent.
you stood there for a few seconds, staring at his retreating back and feeling like the absolute biggest idiot on campus. your cheeks burned with a mix of leftover adrenaline and pure embarrassment. he hadn't even blinked in your direction. you took a deep breath, cursing your overactive imagination, and turned around to continue walking toward your dorm, desperate to just crawl into bed.
“hey.” the voice was deep, cutting through the quiet rustle of the autumn leaves behind you. you froze in your tracks, your stomach doing another one of those annoying little flips. you turned around slowly, your eyes widening slightly as you saw him standing just a few feet away. he had stopped under the orange glow of the streetlamp, his hands still shoved into his hoodie pocket, looking down at you. up close, without the heavy shadows of the library hiding his face, you felt a sudden, stupid prickle of heat in your chest. he was incredibly good-looking. sharp jawline, messy dark hair poking out from his hood, and eyes that felt way too heavy when they fixed on yours.
“i think you dropped these.” he took one hand out of his pocket, extending his arm toward you. dangling from his fingers were your white wired earphones, perfectly intact.
you stared at them, your brain entirely short-circuiting for a second. “oh my god.” you stepped forward, quickly taking them from his hand. your fingers brushed against his skin for a fraction of a second, and a strange, electric jolt shot up your arm. his skin was freezing from the night air. “i was looking everywhere for these. thank you so much.”
“you left them on the desk near the window.” he said, his voice completely flat, completely calm. he didn't smile, but he didn't look annoyed either. he just kept staring at you with that same unreadable intensity from earlier, making you feel incredibly self-conscious. you wondered if he had noticed you staring back at him in the library. the thought made your face flush even deeper, your mind scrambling for something normal to say so you didn't look like a total freak.
“right, the desk... i'm so careless when i'm tired.” you let out a nervous, awkward laugh, instantly wanting to punch yourself for sounding so pathetic. “i actually thought i lost them in the cafeteria earlier. thank you for bringing them out.”
“it's fine.” he shrugged slightly, his eyes dropping to your face, tracking the way you were fidgeting with the wires in your hands. “you should pay more attention to your surroundings, y/n.”
you blinked, the small smile freezing on your face. your heart skipped a beat, a cold prickle of that familiar anxiety returning to the back of your neck. “how do you know my name?”
he didn't look bothered by the question at all. he just tilted his head slightly, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “you have a student ID keychain on your backpack. it's pretty loud when you walk.”
your eyes flicked down to your bag, your stomach dropping in a mix of relief and utter humiliation. of course. your plastic ID sleeve was dangling right from the main zipper, your name printed in bold black letters for anyone to see. you were too tired of your paranoia, but your high anxiety levels had created that kind of thoughts for you your entire life.
“right. of course.” you muttered, looking down at your shoes, wishing the concrete would just open up and swallow you whole.
“get home safe.” he said quietly. before you could even think of a response or find the courage to ask for his name, he turned on his heel and continued walking toward the science buildings, his hands disappearing back into his hoodie pockets.
you stood under the streetlamp for a long moment, watching his tall figure slowly blend into the darkness of the campus paths. your chest felt incredibly tight, feeling too embarrassed at the fact that you had just completely made a fool of yourself in front of such a cute guy. you took a shaky breath, tightly clutching the white wires of your earphones in your hand as you finally forced your legs to move toward your dorm.
by the time you unlocked your door and slipped inside, the familiar warmth of your room made your shoulders relax slightly. you leaned your head against the wood, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. you're just stressed, you told yourself, walking over to the bathroom sink to splash some cold water on your face. you're sleep-deprived and projecting your anxiety onto random strangers who are literally just doing a nice deed. looking at your tired reflection in the mirror, you shook your head, determined to forget about the library guy and your stupid, overactive imagination.
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the university campus felt entirely too small over the next few days.
it started on tuesday. you were sitting in the back row of your massive auditorium for a general education lecture, trying your best to focus on the professor's slides, when the heavy wooden doors at the back clicked open. a few people turned around to see who was late, and your eyes casually followed theirs.
it was him. he was wearing a oversized grey sweatshirt this time, his dark hair a little messy as he walked down the concrete steps with a completely blank expression. your heart gave a violent, unexpected thump against your ribs, and you quickly looked back down at your notebook, your cheeks warming up instantly. great. he’s in this class? how had you never noticed him before? “sorry i'm late, professor.” his deep voice echoed through the hall, making the skin on your arms prickle with a strange familiarity.
“just take a seat, sunghoon.” the professor didn't even look up from his papers, waving his hand dismissively.
sunghoon. the name repeated in your head, fitting him a little too well. you kept your eyes glued to your desk, pretending to write down notes you didn't even need. but from the corner of your eye, you tracked his movement as he slid into a row just a few seats away from yours. he didn't look at you. he didn't even glance in your direction as he pulled out a black leather notebook and a pen.
you forced yourself to take a deep, steadying breath, trying to calm the sudden, stupid flutter in your stomach. it was just a coincidence. university lectures had hundreds of students, so it made perfect sense that you'd share a class with a guy who frequented the same library.
but as the two-hour lecture dragged on, you couldn't shake the heavy, prickling sensation on the side of your face. it was that exact same feeling from the library — the phantom weight of eyes tracking your every move. every single time you dared to glance over to check, sunghoon was staring straight ahead at the whiteboard, his chin resting lazily on his palm, paying perfect attention to the lesson.
when the professor finally dismissed the class, the sudden rustle of hundreds of students packing up their bags felt like a splash of cold water, breaking the suffocating spell. you let out a breath you felt like you had been holding for the last hour, quickly shoving your laptop and notebook into your bag. you just wanted to get out of there, desperately needing to escape the weird tension you had completely manufactured in your own head.
“see you guys next week.” the professor called out over the noise of shuffling feet.
you swung your backpack over one shoulder and stepped out into the aisle, but because everyone was rushing for the main exit at the same time, the crowd slowed down to a painful crawl. you were trapped in a sea of students, slowly shuffling down the concrete steps. you kept your eyes glued to the back of the jacket of the person in front of you, but a sudden shift in the crowd forced you to step slightly to the right. your shoulder bumped directly into someone else's.
“sorry.” you mumbled automatically, your stomach instantly dropping into a cold knot before you even looked up to see who it was. the sharp, clean scent of expensive laundry detergent hit your nose a second before you made eye contact. it was sunghoon.
up close in the bright auditorium lights, he looked even more intimidatingly handsome than he had under the dim streetlamp. his dark eyes looked down at you, totally calm and unbothered by the sudden collision. you felt your face burst into a brilliant, humiliating burn, your heart thumping wildly against your ribs. of all the people in this room, why did it have to be him?
“it’s fine.” he said, his deep voice carrying that same flat, quiet tone from the night before. he didn’t move away, staying right beside you as the crowd slowly dragged the both of you toward the heavy exit doors.
you cleared your throat, nervously clutching the strap of your backpack, feeling like an absolute weirdo for how fast your heart was racing. “i, uh... i didn't know you took this class.” you immediately wanted to bite your tongue off. why did you say that? it made you sound like you had been tracking his schedule or something.
sunghoon didn't answer right away. he just kept walking at your pace, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his grey sweatshirt. you dared to look at him, finding him already looking down at you with a completely unreadable expression. “i could say the same about you. you usually sit in the front rows for your other lectures, don't you?”
how does he know where i sit in my other classes? you couldn’t help thinking. before you could create your own theories, sunghoon tilted his head slightly, a faint, almost mocking glimmer in his dark eyes. “we share an intro to sociology lecture on mondays.”
your face felt so hot you were sure it was bright red. of course you shared another massive lecture with him. campus was small, and general education requirements meant everyone took the same basic classes. “right. sociology.” you muttered, looking down at the floor as you finally pushed through the auditorium doors and out into the chilly hallway. “i guess i just don't pay enough attention.”
“clearly.” sunghoon murmured, so softly you almost didn't catch it over the loud chatter of the hallway. “see you around, then.”
you stood frozen for a second, watching his tall figure easily cut through the crowd of students before disappearing around the corner. you bit your lip, a wave of familiar frustration washing over you. of course he noticed you in sociology, you probably dropped your pen three times or looked like a nervous wreck. you let out a quiet sigh and started the long walk back to your dorm, completely resolved to stop overanalyzing every single thing that happened to you. you were being a creep by how much you were thinking about it at that point.
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by the weekend, the whole sunghoon thing had mostly faded into the background of your mind, replaced by the mundane stress of upcoming midterms and chores. you were currently kneeling on the floor of your tiny dorm room, dumping a pile of freshly dried clothes onto your bed to fold them. as you sorted through the laundry, you paused, furrowing your brows. you reached into the basket, tossing socks aside as you looked for a specific black lace pair you had bought just last month. it wasn't there. come to think of it, you hadn't seen your favorite white set in a week either. you sat back on your heels, a small frown forming on your lips. this was the third time this month you felt like your underwear drawer was looking a little emptier than usual. it was always the nicer ones, too.
just then, the door clicked open and your roommate walked in, dropping her backpack heavily onto her desk chair. “hey.” you called out, looking up from your pile of clothes. “this is going to sound so weird, but have you accidentally picked up any of my laundry lately?”
“uh, no? why?” she asked, pulling her hair back into a messy bun as she turned to look at you.
“i don't know, it's just…” you muttered, suddenly feeling a bit silly. “i feel like i'm losing my mind, but some of my underwear is just gone. like, my favorite pairs. i thought maybe they got mixed up in your basket since we use the communal machines at the same time.”
your roommate laughed softly, shaking her head as she reached for a water bottle. “definitely not mine, y/n. you know the campus dryers are absolute black holes. they probably just got swallowed behind the drum, or someone took them by mistake if you left your load unattended. you know how people are down there.”
“yeah, you’re right.” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes, wishing you hadn't even brought it up.
you were always forgetting things or losing track of your stuff when you were stressed out. the dryers in the basement were ancient and terrible, and you had definitely left your clothes sitting in there for an extra twenty minutes on thursday because you had fallen asleep. it was your own fault for being so careless. you shook your head, completely dismissing the tiny, passing chill in your stomach, and went back to folding your shirts.
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by the time tuesday evening rolled around, a heavy autumn rain was pouring over the campus, blurring the streetlamps outside into fuzzy, orange smudges. your roommate had a couple of friends over to pre-game for some club event, and the cramped, loud atmosphere of your room was driving your anxiety through the roof. needing an escape and desperately craving some caffeine to survive your midnight study session, you grabbed your umbrella and ran out into the downpour, heading toward the small 24/7 convenience store located just at the edge of campus.
the store was completely dead when you walked in, the sharp chime above the door echoing in the quiet space. it smelled like stale coffee and floor cleaner, the bright fluorescent lights reflecting off the linoleum floor. you let out a soft breath, shaking the water off your umbrella before propping it by the entrance. you walked down the narrow, cramped aisles, your sneakers squeaking loudly against the floor. you stopped in front of the refrigerated drinks section, staring blankly at the rows of iced coffees, trying to decide which one would keep you awake the longest.
“the double shot one works better.” the deep, quiet voice came from right beside you, so sudden and unexpected in the empty store that you literally jumped, your heart instantly leaping straight into your throat. a tiny gasp escaped your lips as you turned your head, your eyes widening.
it was sunghoon.
he was standing just a foot away from you, holding a black umbrella in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. he was wearing a dark rain jacket, the hood pushed back to reveal his damp dark hair, a few strands clinging to his forehead. those sharp, heavy eyes were looking down at you with that exact same unreadable expression.
“oh. jesus.” you breathed, pressing a hand against your chest to try and soothe your racing pulse. your face was already beginning to burn with overwhelming embarrassment. you felt like such a loser for flinching so hard. “you scared me. i didn't hear you walk in.”
“the door chimes.” sunghoon said flatly. he didn't smile, his voice carrying that same steady rhythm that always made your stomach do a weird little flip. he reached past you, his shoulder brushing lightly against yours, and pulled out the exact iced coffee he had just recommended. the faint, distinct scent of rain and that clean laundry detergent instantly swirled around you, making you feel momentarily dizzy.
“right. yeah. i was just zoning out.” you mumbled, nervously tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. you quickly grabbed a random coffee block just to give your hands something to do, wishing your heart would stop hammering so violently against your ribs. he's literally just buying a drink, y/n. stop acting like you've seen a ghost. you turned to walk toward the checkout counter, assuming the interaction was over, but sunghoon fell into step right next to you. the aisle was incredibly narrow, forcing the two of you to walk close enough that your arms occasionally brushed together.
“you look like you haven't slept since the library.” he murmured, his eyes scanning your face as you both stopped at the register.
you caught sight of your own reflection in the small security mirror above the counter. your dark circles were massive, your hair was a bit of a messy nest from the rain, and you looked completely exhausted. a wave of pure shame washed over you. of course he noticed, you looked like an absolute zombie. “is it that obvious?” you let out a strained, awkward laugh, placing your coffee on the counter. “midterms are killing me. i've been a bit of a mess lately.”
“clearly.” sunghoon said softly, repeating the exact word from the hallway last week. he placed his water bottle next to your drink. “i’ll get it.”
you blinked, turning to look at him in surprise. “what? no, it’s fine, you don’t have to-”
“it’s just a coffee, y/n.” he interrupted quietly, pulling out his wallet. his dark eyes locked onto yours, heavy and completely unbothered by your protest. your mouth shut instantly, your face bursting into a brilliant, furious flush. hearing your name leave his lips in that deep, casual tone made a strange flutter erupt in the pit of your stomach. you stood there in absolute silence as he paid the cashier, your mind a chaotic blur of confusion.
he handed you your iced coffee, his freezing fingers brushing against yours for a brief second. “try to actually get some sleep tonight.”
before you could even find your voice to say a proper thank you, he grabbed his umbrella, turned on his heel, and pushed open the glass door, disappearing out into the heavy rain. you stood by the counter, clutching the cold plastic bottle to your chest, your heart refusing to slow down as his expensive scent lingered in the empty aisle.
you walked back to your dorm building in a complete daze, the cold rain splashing against your umbrella while your hands practically melted around the warm plastic bottle of iced coffee. your face still felt incredibly hot. you couldn't stop replaying the way sunghoon had looked down at you, the deep vibration of his voice when he said your name, and how effortlessly attractive he was even in a sketchy, brightly lit convenience store.
you are so pathetic, you scolded yourself, shaking your head as you slipped inside the warm lobby of your building. he was literally just being a decent human being, and you’re out here treating it like a romantic comedy. when you reached your floor and unlocked the door to your room, you were greeted by total silence. the messy piles of clothes on your roommate's bed and the faint, sweet smell of cheap body spray confirmed that she and her friends had already left for the club. you let out a long, relieved sigh, finally dropping your damp umbrella by the door and kicking off your shoes. the quiet was exactly what your frayed nerves needed.
you walked over to your bed, setting the iced coffee on your nightstand, and decided to change into some oversized sweatpants before hitting the textbooks. you reached down, grabbing the handle of your wooden dresser to pull open the bottom drawer where you kept your pajamas. but as your fingers wrapped around the metal handle, you froze. the drawer directly above it — your underwear drawer — was cracked open, just about an inch.
your heart gave a small, uncomfortable twitch in your chest. you stood perfectly still, staring at the small gap in the dark wood. you were incredibly particular about this specific drawer because the left track was slightly broken. if you didn't slam it completely shut, it would slide back out and get stuck. you distinctly remembered shoving it closed with your hip this morning before rushing out to your lecture.
“did she borrow something?” you mumbled to yourself, your voice sounding thin in the empty room.
you slowly reached up and pulled the drawer open the rest of the way, your eyes scanning the neat rows of fabric. nothing looked explicitly missing at a first glance, but as you reached in to shift a stack of bralettes, a sudden, sharp scent hit your nose. it was faint, incredibly subtle. but it was entirely distinct. the crisp, cool smell of rain mixed with that expensive, clean laundry detergent. your breath hitched, your heart instantly jumping straight into your throat. the scent was exactly the same as the one lingering on your own jacket right now. the one from the quad. the one from the convenience store.
you backed away from the dresser, your legs feeling a bit like jelly as you stared at the open drawer. someone was in here, a terrifying voice whispered in the back of your mind. someone was touching your things. but then, the familiar, heavy weight of your own lifelong anxiety forcefully took the wheel. you pressed the palms of your hands against your eyes, letting out a frustrated breath that sounded dangerously close to a sob. stop it. stop it, y/n. you are literally losing your mind. you forced yourself to think logically, desperately grasping for any excuse to stop the room from spinning.
you had just spent ten minutes standing less than a foot away from sunghoon in a cramped convenience store aisle. his shoulder had brushed yours. he had handed you a bottle. obviously, that strong laundry detergent scent had rubbed off onto your hands, or your sleeves, or your hair. and now, because you were completely exhausted and hyper-fixated on him, your brain was literally projecting his scent onto a random piece of furniture.
as for the drawer being open? your roommate probably needed a pair of socks or a crop top before going to the club and hadn't closed it properly. she was always messy, always rushing. it made perfect sense.
“you're completely insane.” you whispered into the quiet room, a wave of intense shame washing over you as you rubbed your burning cheeks. you felt so incredibly stupid for letting your paranoid thoughts twist a messy roommate and a strong cologne into a literal horror movie scenario. shaking your head at your own ridiculousness, you slammed the drawer shut, forcing yourself to sit down at your desk and open your laptop. you were determined to bury yourself in your essay and forget about this.
you reached into your backpack to pull out your black sociology notebook, flipping it open to a fresh page to start outlining your study guide. but as the heavy cover fell open, your fingers froze entirely over the paper.
tucked neatly between the first two pages was a small, glossy photograph. your heart stopped. you slowly reached down, your fingers trembling violently as you picked it up and turned it over.
it was a picture of you.
you were sitting at the desk near the window in the university library, your face illuminated by the harsh white light of your laptop screen, completely focused on it. the photo had been taken from across the room, angled through the scattered students, capturing the exact, tired expression you had been wearing just a few nights ago. right across the bottom of the glossy paper, written in neat, heavy black ink, was a single sentence:
you look much prettier when you're paying attention.
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you didn't sleep a single wink that night. the photograph sat face down at the very bottom of your desk drawer, hidden deep under a pile of old syllabi, but it felt like it was burning a hole right through the wood. your mind had spent hours sprinting in exhausting, terrifying circles. a prank. it had to be a sick joke from one of your roommate's drunk friends who found your notebook. or maybe someone from the library found it on the floor and put it there. you desperately clung to those excuses, because the alternative — that someone had actually been inside your room, touching your things, breathing your air — was too overwhelming for your brain to fully accept.
by monday morning, the university campus felt less like a sanctuary and more like an open stage where you were completely exposed. every time a locker slammed or a floorboard creaked behind you, your body went rigid. you walked into the massive sociology lecture hall fifteen minutes early, intentionally sliding into a seat in the very last row, tucked into the darkest corner of the room. you kept your head down, your eyes anxiously scanning the wide doorway out of the corners of your eyes as the room slowly filled with students.
then, he walked in.
sunghoon was wearing a thick black sweater today, his hands casually shoved into his pockets as he stepped down the concrete aisle. your heart immediately did a violent, agonizing summersault against your ribs. you completely stopped breathing, your fingers clenching around your pen so hard your knuckles turned white. is it him? you thought, a suffocating mix of suspicion and dread tightening your chest. no, stop it. he's just a guy who was nice to you. why would someone like him do something so twisted? you're just projecting because you're stressed.
he didn't sit in his usual row near the middle. instead, he walked further back, sliding into an empty seat just one row ahead of you, a few chairs to the left. he pulled out his black notebook, completely ignoring your existence.
for the first forty minutes of the lecture, you didn't hear a single word the professor said. you were entirely consumed by the back of sunghoon's head, watching the slight movement of his broad shoulders every time he took a note. you were being so quiet, keeping your posture completely still, absolutely convinced that you were hiding your suspicion perfectly.
but during a brief pause while the professor adjusted the projector screen, sunghoon didn't just lean back lazily like the other students. he slowly, deliberately turned his head over his shoulder. his dark eyes locked directly onto yours. your breath completely hitched, a cold shockwave of adrenaline freezing you in place. you wanted to look away, desperately needing to pretend you hadn't been staring, but his gaze was entirely too heavy, pinning you to your chair. he didn't smile, his face was a mask of unreadable calm. but then, his eyes slowly dropped down to your desk, landing directly on your hands — which were currently, visibly trembling.
a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head followed, his dark eyes flickering back up to meet yours with a terrifyingly sharp clarity. he knew. he knew you were watching him, and he knew exactly how rattled you were.
when the lecture finally ended, you scrambled to pack your things, your heart hammering so loudly you were sure the people next to you could hear it. you practically ran down the concrete steps toward the exit, needing to get out into the open air. but just as you pushed past the heavy wooden doors into the crowded, noisy hallway, a tall figure easily stepped into your path, forcing you to stop abruptly to avoid crashing directly into his chest.
it was him. the sharp scent of expensive laundry detergent hit you like a physical wave, making your head spin. “you seem tense today, y/n.” sunghoon murmured, his deep voice slicing right through the loud chatter of the hallway. he was looking down at you, his posture completely relaxed, but his eyes were piercingly intense.
“i’m fine.” you breathed, your voice shaking slightly as you gripped your backpack straps like a shield. you forced yourself to meet his gaze, desperately searching his face for a flicker of guilt, a sign, anything to prove your theory. “just... didn't sleep well.”
sunghoon stepped a fraction closer, minimizing the space between you in the busy corridor until you could feel the subtle warmth radiating from his body. he tilted his head, his lips pulling into a soft, quiet murmur that made your blood run completely cold. “maybe you should pay closer attention to your thoughts.” he said softly, his dark eyes holding yours with a look that felt horribly intimate. “lack of sleep can make people see things that aren't there... or miss the things that are.”
before you could even process the double meaning behind his words, he gave you a small, chillingly beautiful nod and walked right past you, his shoulder brushing heavily against yours. you stood frozen in the middle of the crowded hallway, your heart hammering in your throat, completely trapped in the terrifying realization that whether you were crazy or not, sunghoon was playing a game you didn't even know the rules to.
you practically flew down the corridor, the loud chatter of shuffling students fading into a distant, underwater hum as your ears rang with pure adrenaline. you didn't stop walking until you reached the student union building, slipping into a quiet, isolated study alcove on the second floor that overlooked the campus courtyard. you collapsed into a vinyl booth, pressing your forehead against the cool laminate table, trying to force your erratic breathing to slow down. he was just being literal, you screamed at yourself internally, your fingers twisting into the fabric of your jeans. you literally told him you didn't sleep well. he was just making a completely normal comment about sleep deprivation. you are the one turning a basic conversation into a psychological thriller because your brain is fundamentally broken.
it made total sense. your lifelong anxiety had always made you hyper-vigilant, twisting everyday coincidences into personal threats. sunghoon was just an intimidating, slightly awkward guy who happened to share your classes and notice you were a zombie. he didn’t have a double meaning, he was just talking about sleep. you let out a long, shaky breath, actively forcing the tight knot in your chest to loosen. you were just tired.
the rest of the day passed in a blur of hyper-vigilance. you couldn't focus on any of your remaining tasks, your eyes constantly darting to the exits of every room you entered, your ears straining for the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps. by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, replacing the gray afternoon with a pitch black, rainy night, you practically ran back to your dorm building. you needed the safety of your own four walls. you needed to lock the door and pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.
when you reached your floor, you pulled out your phone and saw a text from your roommate.
roomie: staying at sarah’s tonight, don't wait up!
a small wave of relief washed over you, mixed with a deeper, hollow sense of isolation. you unlocked the door, stepping into the dark, quiet room. the only illumination came from the orange glow of the campus streetlamps filtering through the window blinds, casting long, slatted shadows across the floor. you shut the door behind you, letting out a long, ragged breath, and reached for the light switch.
“you really should start locking your door when you leave, y/n.” the deep, velvety voice came from the shadows near your desk. your entire body went dead cold. a sharp gasp caught violently in your throat, your hand freezing against the wall before you could flip the switch.
it was him.
sunghoon was still wearing the thick black sweater, his dark hair a little messy, completely casting the small space in his imposing shadow. he was sitting in your desk chair, he wasn’t lurking. he was just leaning back comfortably, casually flipping through a thick sociology textbook he held in his lap. he looked completely at ease, like he belonged there, his long legs stretched out across the small rug.
“w-what? what are you doing here? h-how did you get in?” the words left your mouth in a breathless, high-pitched rush. your back immediately hit the door behind you, your hand still gripping the doorknob. a violent spike of pure adrenaline turned your limbs to ice.
sunghoon slowly closed the textbook and set it neatly on your desk. he looked up at you, his dark eyes entirely calm, devoid of any malice or panic. “your roommate was walking out right when i got to the floor.” he explained softly, his deep voice incredibly level. “i told her i wanted to ask you some things about our last shared lecture. she said the door was unlocked anyway and that i could wait for you in here. she told me she wasn't coming back tonight.”
your mind raced, trying to find the lie, but it sounded completely plausible. your roommate was notoriously careless with locking up, and she loved playing matchmaker. she probably thought she was doing you a favor. “okay.” you breathed, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your voice. you felt an overwhelming urge to throw up. even if it was a misunderstanding, the sight of him sitting in your private space, right next to the drawer where your underwear had gone missing, made your skin crawl with a deep, visceral terror. “okay, well... but right now is not a great moment. you need to leave now. it’s really late.”
sunghoon didn’t move. he didn’t apologize, and he didn't reach for his jacket. he just stared at you, his head tilted slightly to the side, analyzing the frantic rise and fall of your chest. “you’re shaking, y/n.” he murmured.
“sunghoon, please. just get out.” you said, your voice cracking with a mix of fear and frustration. you turned to grab the doorknob, intending to pull the door back open, to force the boundary between him and your space.
before your fingers could even wrap around the metal, he stood up. his sudden movement made you freeze. he was so much taller than you realized, his broad shoulders completely cutting off your view of the rest of the room. he took two slow, unhurried steps forward, closing the distance until he was standing directly in front of you. the scent of him — that crisp, cool rain and the intoxicatingly clean laundry detergent — flooded your senses, entirely clouding your brain.
“why are you so desperate to get rid of me?” he asked quietly. his voice wasn't threatening. it was dangerously soft, carrying a heavy, low vibration that seemed to thrum straight through the floorboards and into the soles of your feet.
“because you shouldn't be here.” you whispered, pressing yourself flat against the hard wood of the door. your heart was beating so violently against your ribs you were certain he could see it through your shirt. you wanted to push him away, to scream at him to back off, but the sheer, suffocating weight of his presence left you entirely paralyzed.
sunghoon leaned down slightly, his face stopping just inches from yours. his dark eyes scanned your features with a piercing, unblinking intensity, tracking the erratic flutter of your eyelashes, the way your lips parted as you exhaled a shaky breath. he lifted a hand, his long, pale fingers resting flat against the door right next to your cheek, effectively trapping you in the tiny space between his body and the wood. he didn't touch you, but he was so close you could feel the radiating warmth of his skin, a stark contrast to the icy dread pooling in your stomach.
“you’ve been watching me for weeks, basically.” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth, his voice dropping an octave lower, becoming thick and heavy. “in the library, in the auditorium, in the halls. you think about me just as much as i think about you. so why are you pretending you want me to leave?”
“i’m not pretending.” you choked out, but the words felt empty, entirely stripped of their gravity. “i’ll call for help if you don’t leave right now.”
sunghoon didn’t flinch at the threat. instead, a quiet, terrible silence stretched between you, broken only by the steady drumming of the rain against the windowpane. his dark eyes remained locked onto yours, completely unbothered, watching the frantic rise and fall of your chest. then, a slow, mocking smile pulled at the corner of his lips. it wasn't a warm expression, it was sharp, humored by your sheer desperation.
“call for help?” he echoed softly, his voice a low, amused purr that vibrated directly against your skin. “with what? your hands are shaking so badly you could barely hold your keys. who are you going to call, y/n? your roommate who gladly let me in? the campus security who will see a guy asking sociology questions to a girl who looks like she’s having one of her usual panic attacks?” a cold sweat broke out down your spine. he was right, you looked like the crazy one. you always looked like the crazy one, and he knew exactly how to use that against you. “you really think anyone would believe you?” he murmured, leaning a fraction closer until the tip of his nose almost brushed yours. his eyes danced with a quiet, sickening pleasure as he watched a single tear of pure frustration and fear slip down your cheek. he liked this. he liked knowing exactly how much control he had over your mind, how easily he could make your entire reality collapse. “you’ve spent the past few weeks telling yourself you're insane. if you told them someone was stealing your underwear or taking pictures of you in the library, they’d just think you needed to be medicated.”
you let out a shaky, choked sob, your hands rising instinctively to press against his broad chest to keep him back. your fingers bunched into the thick fabric of his black sweater, but it felt like trying to push a solid stone wall. he didn’t budge an inch. “why are you doing this?” you whispered, your voice completely broken. “why now? if you’ve been... if you’ve been watching me, why come in here now?”
sunghoon’s gaze softened into something heavily predatory, his eyes darkening as they tracked the movement of your trembling lips. he seemed to genuinely reflect on the question, his head tilting slightly as his thumb slowly rose, trailing the line of your jaw without a hint of hesitation.
“because you were getting boring just watching from afar.” he confessed quietly, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, forcing it open just a fraction. “for months, i was content just knowing your schedule. watching you sit in the front rows, watching you study until your eyes were bloodshot, taking pieces of you back to my room to keep me company. but lately... you’ve been looking at me.” he leaned down, his mouth hovering right beside your ear, his warm breath sending a violent, conflicting shockwave of goosebumps down your neck. “that night in the quad, when you bumped into me... you looked so beautifully terrified. and then in the convenience store, when i bought you that coffee, your heart was beating so loud i could hear it from the register. i realized i don’t want to just watch you be anxious from across a lecture hall anymore, y/n.” he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough, commanding growl that made your stomach violently drop. “i wanted to be the reason you’re shaking. i wanted to see what you look like when you finally realize you aren’t crazy.”
he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze heavy, thick with a dark, suffocating desire that left you entirely breathless. the overwhelming terror in your chest was suddenly mixing with a dizzying heat. you hated him, you were completely repulsed by what he was doing. but the proximity, the absolute dominance of his frame pinning you to the door, was making an aching emptiness bloom in the pit of your stomach.
“look at you.” sunghoon whispered, his eyes glittering with malicious satisfaction as he felt the involuntary hitch in your breathing. his hand slid down from your jaw, his long fingers wrapping firmly around the front of your throat, not choking you, but holding you perfectly still. “you’re terrified out of your mind... but you aren’t pushing me away anymore.”
“f-fuck you, sunghoon.”
a sharp, low laugh rumbled in sunghoon’s chest at your words, the sound entirely devoid of any real offense. if anything, your sudden flash of venom only seemed to fuel the dark amusement dancing in his eyes. “if that’s what you want.” he murmured, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction. not enough to restrict your air, but enough to ground you completely in the reality of how little power you had right then. his large palm felt incredibly warm against your skin, a stark contrast to his freezing demeanor outside. “i like that you still have a little bit of fight left in you, y/n. it makes this much more interesting.”
he leaned down, his lips brushing so close to yours that you could taste the mint on his breath, mixed with the ever-present, clean scent of his cologne. your hands, still bunched into the fabric of his black sweater, trembled violently. “but let’s be honest.” he whispered, his thumb slowly tracing the frantic pulse jumping against his palm. “you don’t mean that. your mouth says one thing, but your body is telling me something completely different.” sunghoon’s gaze drifted down your face, taking in the brilliant, furious flush on your cheeks and the helpless look in your eyes. his lips parted slightly, his expression shifting from mocking amusement to an unadulterated hunger. “you want me to touch you.” he stated flatly, his voice dropping to a demanding octave that resonated right through your bones. “you’ve been driving yourself crazy wondering what i wanted from you. now you know.”
without warning, he let go of your throat, his hand sliding down the front of your body, his long fingers trailing over the center of your chest, mapping the frantic rhythm of your heart before settling firmly at your waist. his grip was like iron, lifting you slightly until you were forced to tip your head back against the hard wood of the door just to look at him. “tell me i’m wrong.” he dared softly, his dark eyes burning into yours, completely trapping you in his gaze. he pressed his hips firmly against yours, letting you feel the hard, rigid length of his desire through his jeans. you let out a soft, ruined whimper, your fingers tightening in his sweater, pulling him down to you.
sunghoon didn’t waste another second. he caught your lower lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp from you, before his tongue slid into your mouth, claiming you in a bruising kiss. it was entirely overwhelming, a suffocating force that left your brain completely short-circuiting. sunghoon’s tongue moved against yours with a heavy, deliberate rhythm, completely dominating the space of your mouth. you were terrified, your mind screaming at you that this was completely wrong. when he finally pulled back, a glistening strand of saliva connected your lips before breaking. you were gasping for air, your head resting heavily against the wood, your chest heaving against his broad chest.
sunghoon looked down at you, his dark eyes pitch-black, entirely consumed by a sick satisfaction. a mocking smirk spread across his lips as he watched you try to catch your breath. “you look so scared, so pathetic. like you’re about to cry, y/n.” he lifted his hand, his long, pale fingers slowly wiping the moisture from your lower lip, his thumb pressing down hard enough to bruise. he let out a quiet, mocking laugh, the sound entirely devoid of warmth. “you hate me so much, don’t you? you’re absolutely terrified of what i’m doing to you.”
“s-sunghoon, please…” you choked out, your voice trembling so violently it was barely audible. you wanted him to stop, you wanted to push him away.
“please what?” he mocked softly, tilting his head with a look of pure, unbothered amusement. “please stop? or please hurry up?” without waiting for an answer, his hand slid down from your face, his palm dragging heavily over your stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of your oversized sweatpants. your breath caught violently in your throat, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping your lips as his freezing fingers made direct contact with the sensitive skin of your hip.
“you’re shaking so much.” sunghoon murmured, his eyes glittering with a dark, predatory pleasure as he felt the violent shudder that went through your entire body. his hand moved lower, his long fingers effortlessly tracking the radiating heat blooming between your thighs. tears kept rolling down your cheeks as you felt your body betraying you. “is it because you’re cold, y/n? or is it because you can’t handle how good it feels to finally have me touch you?” he hooked his fingers into the elastic of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down, exposing you to the cool air of the room. you let out a soft, ruined sob, your eyes fluttering shut as unadulterated shame washed over you. you were completely exposed, completely at his mercy, and he was loving every single second of your terror.
“open your eyes, silly girl.” sunghoon commanded softly, his voice dropping into a rough, dominant growl that made your core throb with an agonizing ache. “look at me.” your eyelids trembled open, your tear-filled eyes meeting his piercing, unblinking gaze.
“good.” he whispered, his smirk widening just a fraction as his fingers slid directly into the damp, aching heat between your legs. you let out a loud gasp, your hips involuntarily twitching forward against his hand. sunghoon’s eyes darkened completely as he felt how wet you already were for him. “so beautiful.” he mocked quietly, his fingers beginning to move inside you with a slow, agonizingly deep friction that made your knees completely buckle. if his iron grip wasn't holding your waist, you would have collapsed onto the floor. “so terrified, but so incredibly wet for the guy who’s ruining your life. tell me, y/n… what does it feel like to know your body completely belongs to me?”
“please… stop…” you said quietly between pants, trying to compose yourself in an attempt to seem as unaffected as possible.
the silence that followed didn't just feel empty, it felt heavy, pressing down on the small dorm room like the humidity before a violent summer storm. outside, the steady, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the glass paning was the only anchor to reality. the orange glow from the streetlamps sliced through the blinds, casting long, fractured shadows across sunghoon’s face, obscuring his eyes in darkness while illuminating the sharp line of his jaw.
he didn't move. he didn't laugh. he simply stood there, his chest barely rising and falling against yours, an immovable weight pinning you to the wood of the door. “you think this is a game.” he murmured, his voice dropping into a register so quiet it was almost a ghost of a sound, yet it vibrated straight through your spine. “you think i just woke up one day, noticed you in a lecture, and decided to follow you home. you’re still trying to simplify it. you’re still trying to make it fit into a neat little box so your brain doesn't completely shatter.” he slowly lifted his other hand, his long fingers resting flat against the doorframe on the opposite side of your head as he kept rubbing slow, punishing circles around your clit.
“i know the exact layout of your mornings, y/n.” sunghoon whispered, leaning his head down until his lips were a mere breath away from your temple. “i know that when you’re stressed, you don’t just bite your lip. you also trace the seam of your thumb with your index finger, over and over, until the skin turns red. i know that you skip the third step on the northern staircase of the library because the floorboard creaks too loudly and you hate when people look up at you.” a cold, liquid dread dripped down your throat. those weren't things someone noticed by casually glancing across a room. those were things you didn't even realize you did. “i know you leave your desk lamp on when you go to the communal showers because you don’t like walking back into a completely dark room.” he continued, his tone carrying a serene certainty that made it infinitely worse. “and i know that on tuesdays, your roommate leaves at exactly 4:15 pm for her club meeting, leaving the room empty for precisely eighty-two minutes.”
your fingers, still tangled in the knit of his sweater, twitched involuntarily. your mind raced back through the weeks, trying to pinpoint every time you had walked back into your room and felt a sudden, inexplicable shift in the air. the times your chair was rotated an inch to the left. the times the air tag on your keys had glitched.
“the first time i used the spare key,” sunghoon murmured, his eyes locking onto yours in the dim light, the pupils completely dilated. “i didn't touch anything, i just sat at your desk. i opened one of your textbooks to the page you had bookmarked with a torn receipt, and i read the paragraphs you had highlighted. i wanted to see exactly what concepts your mind was processing. i wanted to know what you were learning, y/n.” he leaned a fraction closer, the fabric of his sweater brushing against the front of your shirt with a soft, friction-filled whisper. “but then it gets quiet in here, too quiet. you start looking for pieces of yourself in the room, and you realize how easy it is to take them.” he whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth, his voice turning thick, heavy with an unhurried, consuming gravity. “the white lace set...” a jagged, breathless gasp escaped your lips, your heart performing an agonizing twist against your ribs. he didn't stop his fingers, causally speaking as you tried to stop the sounds that were uncontrollably leaving your mouth no matter how hard you tried to silence them.
"the one you assumed you just misplaced in the campus laundry room?” he let out a low, quiet chuckle that vibrated right through your bones. “it’s sitting under my pillow right now, y/n. i take it out every single night just to breathe in that sweet body spray you use. it smells so much better when it’s mixed with your skin.” he pulled back just enough to look down at you, his face a mask of terrifying calm, yet his eyes were burning with a dark satisfaction. he liked the fear. he thrived on the absolute vulnerability of your position, knowing that he had dismantled your safety piece by piece, month by month, until there was nothing left but this exact moment. "the black one... i mean, it's completely ruined now. i used it so much i couldn't get the stains out properly."
"y-you're fucking disgusting, sunghoon." your body unconsciously moved against him when you heard his words, trying to push him away with all your strength. you suddenly felt his bruising grip on your arm keeping you still, as his other hand moved faster inside you. you moaned louder, the pleasure being too present to ignore. "get off me."
“you’re entirely transparent to me, y/n.” he murmured, his long fingers now sliding down the side of your neck, his palm resting right over your collarbone, feeling the erratic thumping of your pulse beneath the skin. “every secret you think you have, i’ve already found it. every boundary you think you’re keeping... i crossed it weeks ago. so who are you trying to lie to?” his hand moved up towards your neck again, now fully pressing against it. you slowly felt the lack of oxygen catching up to you, making you squirm under him, pleading with your eyes for him to let go. he slowly removed his fingers from your wet cunt, which left you feeling too empty all of a sudden, a desperate whimper coming out of your mouth as a consequence. you were disgusted by both him and yourself.
“c-can’t breathe.” you said in a heavy voice, forcing the words to come out as you used the tiny amount of air that was left inside your lungs. he suddenly grabbed you by your neck completely, lifting your body from the ground while he choked you. “please!” you were utterly panicked at that point. were those really going to be your last moments? you suddenly felt like you hadn’t appreciated life enough, like you definitely needed more time.
he abruptly let your neck go, dropping you to the ground without a single care taken. your body crashed onto the floor, making you groan in pain out loud. you quickly tried to crawl past him as you regained your bearings, your vision swimming with bright spots. every breath felt raw and uneven, your throat burning as air finally rushed back into your lungs. panic clawed at your chest, threatening to swallow you whole. but as your palms scraped against the floor and your heartbeat thundered in your ears, a cold realization settled over you. he wanted you terrified, he wanted you frozen. he wanted you too overwhelmed to think. your fingers closed around the leg of your desk chair as you forced yourself upright. the room tilted violently for a second before steadying, but sunghoon hadn't moved, he was watching you. carefully, expectantly, like he was waiting to see what you would do next.
“you still think there’s a version of this where you wake up tomorrow and it was all just a nightmare.” sunghoon whispered, his voice dropping into a low, rhythmic hum that seemed to sync with the steady downpour outside. “on november fourth, you bought a lavender scented pillow mist.” he murmured, his eyes tracking the erratic flutter of your eyelashes in the dark. “you used it twice, then you hid it behind your skincare bottles because you thought the smell was too strong. i know that because when i stay in here while you’re at your evening seminars, i open your cabinet. i touch the things you touch. i want to know the exact texture of your life when i’m not in the room.” your throat clicked as you tried to swallow, a fresh tear spilling over your lower lid and tracking down your jaw. the sheer, obsessive scale of it was dizzying. he hadn't just glanced at your room, he had cataloged it. he had studied you like a text.
“and your laptop,” he continued, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanying the words. “you keep a sticky note over the webcam. you think it protects you, silly bunny. but you leave your microphone permissions open on your school tablet. when you study late at night, i sit in my apartment with my headphones on, just listening to the sound of your pen scratching against the paper. i know exactly how many times you sigh when you can’t understand a statistics formula.” sunghoon took slow steps towards you, quickly making you feel trapped again between him and your desk. “you’ve been lonely for so long, pretty. you’ve spent months wondering if anyone actually sees you. i see you.” he murmured into the dark, his voice thick with an unhurried hunger that unexpectedly made your core throb with an embarassing, agonizing emptiness. “i see every single part of you. and i’m never going to look away.”
“s-sunghoon, please. let’s talk about this. this is not healthy, this is not how it should ever happen. we can… we can figure it out, okay? please?” you begged, your voice breaking as another wave of tears tracked down your cheeks.
sunghoon suddenly crossed the rug without making a sound, a silent, predatory glide that had him standing right in front of you before your brain could even process the movement. “you know i’ve also seen what pleasures you, right dear? i know you like it when someone else takes control, darling. you don’t need to hide it.” he leaned down, his lips grazing the corner of your mouth, tasting the salt of your tears before his tongue lazily swiped across your bottom lip. “every desperate search, every romance book you’ve read. i know that’s not keeping you satisfied enough.” his palm suddenly cupped the lower half of your face, his thumb and fingers pressing hard into your cheeks, squeezing just enough to force your lips to part. “i have to be the one who makes those fantasies come true, okay?” he lowered his head again, directly whispering into your ear now. “i’m going to fuck you the way you’ve been wanting to. i’m going to fuck you like no one else ever will, mmh?” without a word of warning, his hand moved in a sudden blur. the sharp, loud crack of his palm against your cheek echoed through the quiet room, cutting off the tension instantly. the blow was deliberate and precise. as your face stung from the impact, the absolute coldness behind the action became instantly clear — there was no anger in his expression, only a calm, terrifying assertion of control.
“s-sunghoon!” for a second, everything went entirely still. the sound of the rain outside vanished, replaced by a loud, high-pitched ringing in your ears. your eyes flew wide, staring blankly at the dark corner of the room as a blinding heat bloomed across your cheek, making your skin throb. you stayed frozen like that, your neck stiff, completely paralyzed by the sheer shock of what had just happened.
“go on your knees, y/n.” he didn't raise his voice. instead, the words left his mouth in a completely level cadence that made the air in the room feel instantly heavier. his gaze remained entirely steady as he gave the quiet directive.
“what?! no! what are you-“
“you like being forced that much, huh?” before the protest could fully form in your throat, his hand clutched the back of your neck, guiding you downward with a sharp pressure. your balance vanished in an instant, your knees buckling beneath you and striking the rug with a dull thud. “don’t worry bunny, i’ll do it just for you.”
the impact of the floor against your knees grounded you in a harsh reality, forcing you to look up at the person who had completely dismantled your safety. your breath came in shallow, ragged stutters as your eyes tracked up the long line of his sweater to his face. locked in a state of pure panic, your gaze searched his pitch-black eyes for any sign of hesitation, but found only a consuming focus. being forced to look up at sunghoon like that made the power dynamic absolute — you were completely at his mercy, waiting for his next move. you saw him unbuckle his pants in rushed motions, as if he had been eager for this exact moment. he finally freed his leaking cock, immediately starting to stroke himself at a steady pace right in front of your face, using his pre cum. “open.” sunghoon spoke as he slapped your cheek lightly with his own cock, making you feel so filthy you wanted to vomit. you helplessly obeyed, feeling like you didn’t have many more options because of how completely wrecked you were at that point. “that’s it, my nasty girl. f-fuck…”
sunghoon didn’t give your throat time to adjust, fully introducing himself into your mouth in only a few seconds. every ounce of dignity was stripped away as you wept, the salt of your tears mingling with the slick moisture on your lips in a fluid blur of pure panic. a dark, gravelly sound — halfway between a chuckle and a satisfied groan — echoed from his chest as he looked down at the mess of your tears, thoroughly enjoying the control he held over you. he kept forcing himself in and out of your mouth, tangling his long fingers between your hair strands as a way to keep you anchored. “come on, use your hands, i know you know how to do it. do not play dumb with me, dear.” a faint shiver ran down your spine at the nickname, but it wasn't from the cold. it was a thrill, a dark buried part of you that melted at the possessive tone in his voice. your breath hitched, your eyes widening as you realized that, on some twisted level, you liked it. the realization hit you like a second blow and horror twisted your stomach as you fought the pleasant hum vibrating in your veins. you were terrified of him, yet your own mind was betraying you, twisting his malice into something entirely different. you followed his orders, taking it at your own deliberate rhythm, suddenly determined to make him cum using both your hands and mouth. a low, ragged hiss escaped his lips as he closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, his knuckles whitening where he held your head as he fought to anchor his own rising intensity. "f-fucking slut... i knew you would take it so well."
threading his fingers firmly into your hair at the back of your head, he abruptly tilted your face up first, then used that leverage to pull your entire body upward. you had to rise to your feet just to stop the painful tug at your scalp, entirely at the mercy of his guiding hand. "i need to be inside you." his arms banded around you, crushing your chest flush against his as he lifted you off your feet. it wasn't a romantic carry, it was a desperate, possessive claiming. he moved toward the bed with blind focus, his grip almost bruising in its intensity, acting as if you were his only relief. a heavy, guttural groan ripped from his chest, a sound so raw and unpolished it completely shattered his composed facade. it wasn’t a sound of control, it was the sound of a man who had been starving.
his eyes were dark and feverish as he leaned over you, his chest heaving. “do you know how much i’ve thought about this? h-how many times i’ve fucked my fist with your panties? how many times i’ve done it in this exact bedroom while you were gone? mmh?” the final hum was a sharp, impatient push, demanding that you acknowledge the terrifying reality that he had always been there. he caught your chin in a bruising grip, refusing to let you look away from the pitch-black intensity of his stare. “tell me you don’t like that i know every dirty secret you have. you can be yourself with me. i know everything, y/n.”
"s-sunghoon." you couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of his body over yours, betraying yourself in the process. he pulled your pants down completely, wasting no time to put his cock inside you. you screamed out loud as he quickly stretched your walls in a rushed thrust, giving you no time to adjust. he slammed into you so hard it made you see stars, feeling a dizzying wave of disorientation wash over you as your thoughts scattered and the world around you blurred at the edges.
"i knew you would like it. y-you... fuck!" his hips moved forward with a bruising force, his words faltering for a brief moment. "you act so innocent. you keep pretending you don't like the thrill of it, how i have full control over you." he kept his rhythm steady, his movements remaining controlled as his hips snapped against your own without a stop. the relentless pace offered absolutely no room to breathe, let alone think. every deliberate, heavy snap of his hips sent a shameful jolt of pleasure straight to your core, melting the last of your resistance. your hands, previously frozen in fear, blindly grasped at the tangled bedsheets, your knuckles turning white as your body involuntarily arched upward, completely betraying you as it sought to match his rhythm.
without warning, the bruising thrusts stopped, and he pulled away completely. the sudden absence of his weight and fullness left a hollow, aching void that felt impossibly cold. stripped of the overwhelming physical sensation, reality came crashing back down on you. lying there completely exposed, shivering, and hyper-aware of how thoroughly your body had been enjoying his control, a heavy sense of shame swallowed you whole. you couldn't even bring yourself to look at him, mortified by the wet, needy sounds that had just been leaving your lips. "don’t look so ashamed.” he hushed, his thumb brushing over your trembling, swollen lower lip. “this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. i’m the only one who can make you feel this full, and i’m the only one who can leave you aching like this when i stop. understand?”
he hovered just out of reach, letting you suffer in the cold air. “you feel so empty, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “tell me how much you hate it. beg me to fill it back up, and maybe i will.”
you clamped your swollen lips shut, refusing to give him the twisted satisfaction he was starving for. turning your flushed face sharply away from his looming gaze, you grabbed fistfuls of the tangled bedsheets to physically stop your own hands from reaching out to him. "no." you finally forced out, the single word brittle, breathless, and entirely unconvincing.
his hand suddenly snapped out, his large fingers clamping around your jaw like a vice. with a sharp, ruthless twist of his wrist, he jerked your face back toward him. the sudden movement snapped your eyes wide open, but instead of letting you look up at his face, he forced your chin down slightly, making you look directly at the agonizing, empty inches between your hips and his. a low chuckle vibrated in his chest, an amused sound that made your stomach drop. his thumb stroked over the frantic pulse jumping beneath your jawline, mocking your panic. “look at me when you lie, bunny.” he murmured, his voice a smooth, deadly purr that washed right over your shivering skin.
he tilted your face back up to meet his gaze. his eyes were pitch-black and predatory, entirely unbothered by your pathetic attempt at rebellion. he knew exactly what he was doing. he shifted his weight forward just a fraction — close enough that you could feel the radiating heat of his body, but refusing to bridge the gap, deliberately letting the cold air punish your aching core. "tell me you don’t want this.” he taunted in a hushed whisper, leaning down until his lips brushed against your trembling ones. he didn't kiss you, he just let the friction tease you. “look me in the eye, while your whole body shakes for me, and tell me you want me to leave.”
you tried to hold his gaze, to maintain that last fragile shred of defiance, but the emptiness was too much. a violent shudder wracked your frame, and a ragged, needy sob tore from your throat. your pride shattered completely. unable to endure the torment of his hovering weight for another second, your hips arched upward on desperate instinct, physically chasing the agonizing inches between you. "i-i can't." you cried softly, your knees falling wider apart as you blindly arched into his hovering heat. "i can't, sunghoon… please." you hated yourself even as your trembling hands reached up, your fingers sinking desperately into the taut muscles of his back to pull him down. you were yielding to him entirely, your body silently screaming for him to finish what he started.
"pathetic." he whispered, the word sharp and dripping with mockery. he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your tear-stained cheek. "such a stupid girl." and then, without another second of warning, he drove his hips forward, burying himself fully inside you in one ruthless, agonizingly deep plunge. your breath was knocked violently from your lungs. a humiliating sob of pure relief tore from your throat, your nails instantly sinking back into his shoulders as his relentless rhythm began all over again.
the steady, jarring impact reverberated through your entire frame, pushing you deeper and deeper into the mattress with every thrust. you bit down so hard on your swollen lower lip that you tasted copper, desperately trying to trap the whimpers bubbling in your throat. it was useless. the inescapable friction forced a broken gasp past your teeth, the sound instantly swallowed by the heavy slapping of skin against skin. "there it is." sunghoon sneered, his voice dropping into a cruel rasp right by your ear. his fingers suddenly tangled in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. "listen to yourself. you played so hard to get, and now you're taking it like a desperate little slut. arching into the monster who broke into your room... you're so wonderfully easy to ruin, aren't you?"
you were completely unanchored, drowning in a terrifying mix of shame and ecstasy. the tension coiling in your lower stomach pulled agonizingly tight, demanding a release you were too weak to fight anymore. "sunghoon-" your voice cracked, his name tearing from your throat in a desperate, pleading wail that gave him the ultimate victory.
his smug, calculated composure didn't last. the deeper he drove into you, the more his own rigid control began to fracture. the steady rhythm he had been using to torture you suddenly shattered, replaced by a frantic, feral urgency that knocked the remaining breath from your lungs. he wasn't just trying to humiliate you anymore, he was trying to consume you. he released his punishing grip on your hips, only to immediately cage your face between his large, sweat-slicked hands. his thumbs pressed bruisingly hard into your cheekbones, forcing your tear-filled eyes to lock with his blown out pupils. "mine." he grunted, the word no longer a taunt but a ragged, desperate claim as he pounded into you with blinding force. "you're going to break for me right here in your own bed. show me."
you couldn't hold back even if your life depended on it. the feral speed of his thrusts was completely dismantling you, turning your world into a blinding blur of friction and heat. but right as you felt the agonizing peak approaching, his hips hitched — just a fraction of a second — dragging out the torturous build-up until you were completely delirious. he was purposely keeping you suspended on that agonizing edge, his thumbs wiping away the hot tears spilling from your eyes as he drove into you with a punishing, relentless depth. he wanted to feel every second of your mind completely short-circuiting. "please." you choked out, your nails digging bloody crescents into the skin of his wrists. "sunghoon, please. i can't-"
"break." he commanded, a deep, guttural snarl tearing from his throat.
and you did. the tension coiled in your lower stomach violently snapped, sending a blinding, white-hot shockwave of pleasure radiating through your entire nervous system. a high pitched cry ripped past your lips, your back bowing off the mattress as your inner walls spasmed and clenched desperately around him. the feeling of your body completely surrendering, milking him over the edge, was the final strike to his fractured control.
a heavy, ragged groan tore from his chest as he deeply slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself as far inside you as physically possible. he pinned you completely flat beneath his heavy weight, crushing your chest against his as he buried his face deep in the crook of your neck. he surrendered entirely to his own climax, hot, thick pulses of his release shooting deep inside you, completely flooding the aching emptiness he had taunted you with earlier. you were left trembling violently beneath him, completely shattered and mindless, sobbing into the heavy silence of your bedroom as he held you down and filled you to the very brim.
"you’re mine." he panted, his voice a ragged, breathless vibration against your pulse point. he ground his hips flush against yours, making sure you felt every pulse of his release. "look at what you made me do. do you feel that? you're never going to be able to wash me out of you." the words sealed your fate like a physical brand. you stared blankly up at the ceiling, a fresh wave of hot tears spilling into your hairline as his possessive weight anchored you to the bed. there was no running from him anymore. the monster was already inside.
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.
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: RATED X. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. 227 NON-CON; reader repeatedly tells seonghwa to pull out (he doesn't), established relationship, 203 praise + degradation double whammy, 204 oral sex (reader rec), fingering, finger sucking, 215 squirting, 221 creampie/breeding, 209 age difference (hwa described as twice readers age), lots of breeding talk, almost cervix fucking, pet names and name calling; baby, whore, angel, slut, sweetheart, little girl, good girl. NOT PROOF READ.
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Sex with your older boyfriend isn't what you expected it to be.
You expected average, at best. His years of dancing making his joints weak and his age putting a damper on his stamina — that's what you thought.
Truth be told, sex with the man twice your age is the best sex you've ever had. He still hits the gym, he goes on runs, he's in shape probably more than you are. His stamina is through the roof —
And God, he knows what he's doing.
"Hwa!" You yelp as he sucks on your clit, his fingers swirling and scissoring inside of you. "Like that! Just like that!"
The man is insatiable when it comes to the wet heat between your legs. Nothing can stop him, and nothing will. Especially not today.
There's one thing on his mind while he laps at your clit, fingering you open, and that's fucking you raw.
You always insist on using a condom, something about being too young to have children, but today he's conveniently ran out and forgot to restock — and he isn't going to let that stop him.
That might be why he's being extra generous, curling his fingers right where you like and circling his tongue on your swollen clit until you cry out, shaking and gripping his hair to stay grounded as you cum around his fingers with a drawn out whine.
"Did that feel good, baby?" He asks, almost rhetorically as you wipe the sweat from your brow with a deep moan.
"Mhm," you moan again, mouth opening up pliantly as he brings his fingers up. You suck on them gently, earning a deep sigh from him.
"So good at sucking, angel," he hums, "bet you want to suck my cock like a little whore, hm?"
Another agreeable hum comes from your throat, and he chuckles while pressing on your tongue, "not today, slut. I need you on my cock."
You're still dazed from your orgasm as he rubs his tip against your slit, but you come to as you feel him pushing in. "Hwa, wait-"
"What's the matter, baby?"
"Condom," you whine as he continues pushing deeper, stretching you out slowly.
"Not today," he says plainly. Like it's his decision, not both of your agreement. "Want you raw."
"No, we can't-"
"But I am," he cuts you off, "look at that, already half way there. Doesn't it feel even better without a stupid condom?"
Well, yes. But you don't want it this way.
"Pull out," you insist, heat of anger rising on your face at his blatant disregard for your wishes.
He says nothing, only gripping your hips when you go to sit up and scoot away; pulling you closer until he's balls deep inside of you.
"Hwa, I- I'm serious, pull out!"
"Not going to happen, sweetheart," he gives a rough, short thrust that knocks the wind out of you and has you falling back to your back.
"Stop," you manage to stutter out as he starts a brutal pace, dragging along your sensitive g-spot and getting all too close to your cervix. "Seonghwa, stop!"
"Shit, baby, you feel so good~ Can't wait to make you all swollen and round with me."
"No, no, Hwa," you scramble, grabbing the sheets and trying to pull yourself away when he fully lays ontop of you; pining you in place as he fucks into you, "we talked about this!!"
"Oh, you don't know what you want," he near-laughs, hands sliding up your waist, "you're too young to realize this is really for the best. It's better to be a young mother. You'll be able to keep up with them all."
"Get off me!"
"That's not the slut I know and love talking, is it? Hm? No," he thrusts only harder, his pace making you short of breath; panting against his shoulder. "No, my slut is going to take it like the good little girl she is."
"Please," you groan, clenching around him to try and stop the upcoming orgasm you feel building. "Pull out..."
"Talkin' nonsense, baby," he leans down and kisses at your neck, breathing heavily, "you're going to be the best mommy."
"Don't want to be," you sniffle, and it gains his attention.
Looking up at you with dark eyes, he smiles sickly sweet, "don't cry. I'll take good care of you and all our babies. Promise~"
Try as you might, you are crying. His betrayal hit you where it hurts, and there's no undoing it.
"Why don't you go ahead and cum for me, angel?" He reaches a hand between you and circles figure eights along your swollen clit, "you're such a good girl, taking me raw like this. You deserve it."
You shake your head, but you feel it coming on either way. As he rubs against every sensitive part of you and tries to fuck his way even deeper; you feel it building, hot and undeniable.
"Mhm," he nods to contradict you, "you're my good girl, my good little whore."
"P-pull out," you try one last time, teary eyes locked on his while he just smiles and rubs your clit faster. "Fuck!" You reach your peak with a burst of liquid coming from you, wetting the skin between you as he thrusts ever faster.
You swear you feel his seed taking root as he buries himself to the hilt and releases inside of you, staying deep and plugging you up.
"We're doing it raw until you give me a baby," he pants softly, cupping your jaw and forcing hear head to be still as he leans and gives you a long kiss. When he pulls back, he says it with a finality you're going to have trouble fighting, "raw or nothing."
pairings: boyfriend!ni-ki x fem reader (high school au)
warnings: smut MINORS DNI, explicit content, fingering in semi-public photobooth, risk of getting caught, possessiveness, dirty talk, praise kink, ni-ki acting nonchalant while ruining you, reader trying (and failing) to stay composed for the camera
wc: 1.15k
the photobooth at the back of the arcade was small and cramped, the dirty curtain barely offering any real privacy. a group of friends waited just a few meters away, laughing and checking their phones while the timer counted down for your turn. you and ni-ki squeezed inside together, his tall frame taking up most of the space as he pulled you onto his lap on the tiny stool.
“ready, baby?” he asked softly, lips brushing your temple. his voice was sweet, the lovey-dovey tone he always used when it was just the two of you.
you nodded, smiling as you leaned into his chest. the first flash went off. you both made cute hearts with your hands, cheeks pressed together, grinning like normal high school sweethearts.
the second pose was even softer, ni-ki turned your face gently and kissed your cheek while you giggled. another flash. everything felt warm and perfect.
then the third flash came, and his hand slipped under your pleated skirt.
your breath hitched. “riki—”
“shh,” he whispered calmly, eyes fixed on the camera like nothing was happening. his long fingers traced the inside of your thigh before pushing your panties aside. “just smile for the pictures, yeah?”
you tried.
the fourth flash captured your attempt at a peace sign while two of his fingers slid inside you without warning.
you were already wet, you always got like this when he teased you in risky places. he curled them slowly, perfectly, pressing against that spot that made your thighs tremble.
outside, someone knocked lightly on the booth. “hurry up, lovebirds! we’ve been waiting forever!”
ni-ki smirked at the camera, doing a cool rockstar hand gesture with his free hand while his fingers pumped deeper inside you. “just a few more,” he called out casually, voice completely steady.
you scrunched your face as pleasure shot through you, mouth falling open in a silent gasp right as the next flash went off.
the photo would show you looking wrecked—eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed—while ni-ki looked effortlessly handsome, like always, smirking with that signature little head tilt and peace sign.
“fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured right against your ear, barely audible. his fingers moved faster, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. “look at the camera, baby. be good for me.”
another flash.
you tried to pose, forcing a weak smile, but your body betrayed you. your walls clenched around his fingers as he curled them again, hitting that perfect rhythm.
a tiny whimper escaped your throat. you bit your lip hard to stay quiet.
ni-ki stayed completely nonchalant. he tilted his head for another cute couple pose, one arm around your waist like a loving boyfriend while the other worked you open under your skirt.
his expression in the photos would be perfect. cool, slightly cocky, that little smirk that drove everyone crazy. meanwhile you looked like you were seconds away from moaning his name.
“riki… please,” you breathed, barely a whisper. your hips rocked subtly against his hand, chasing the pleasure even as fear of getting caught made your heart race. the people outside were chatting loudly now, growing impatient.
“one more set,” he said calmly, like he was just suggesting another round of photos. he added a third finger, stretching you fuller.
the wet sounds were faint but obvious to you in the tiny booth. “you’re doing so well, baby. staying quiet for me even though you’re dripping all over my fingers.”
the next flashes came in quick succession.
you scrunched your face again, mouth open in a desperate silent moan as he rubbed your clit faster. tears pricked your eyes from the effort of holding back. ni-ki leaned in for a fake cute kiss on your cheek, really using the moment to whisper filth.
“imagine if they knew my fingers are buried inside you right now. my sweet girlfriend getting fingered in a photobooth while everyone waits outside.” his voice was low, possessive. “you’re mine. only i get to make you look like this.”
you came hard on his fingers during the final set of photos. your whole body tensed, mouth falling open in a broken expression as waves of pleasure crashed through you. the camera caught every second, your wrecked face contrasting sharply with ni-ki’s calm, handsome smirk and rockstar pose.
he kept his fingers inside you through the orgasm, slowly pumping to draw it out while gently kissing your temple like the perfect boyfriend.
when the session finally ended, he pulled his hand out smoothly, licked his fingers clean and fixed your skirt. you were still trembling as he helped you stand.
ni-ki casually wiped his fingers on his sleeve before pulling the curtain open, smiling brightly at the waiting group. “sorry, we took a bit long. all yours.”
you walked out on shaky legs, face burning. he wrapped an arm around your waist, supporting you while looking completely innocent.
once you were a few steps away from the booth, he leaned down and whispered, “check the photos later. i want to see how pretty you looked falling apart for me.”
you buried your face in his chest, equal parts embarrassed and turned on. ni-ki chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head, back to his sweet, lovey self.
“let’s go get strawberry ice cream, baby. then maybe we can do another round somewhere even riskier.”
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fucking mingi was all about making a mess, giving him something to clean up when he was done.
sex with him was nasty. vulgar. sloppy.
he had a way of making you feel guilty that you were allowing him to get his hands on you and do what he pleased. guilty that he knew what buttons to press and what knobs to twist in a way that made you feel so good it hurt.
it was wet, dirty, and hot. a shower afterward was a non-negotiable.
it was hard to make your moans sound pretty when they were so pure. guttural and broken, unfiltered with how deep mingi was pounding your puffy cunt. but he liked it more when you sounded like that, when you sounded like one more thrust might kill you.
when you sounded like you were in pain, but in truth, he was just fucking you so good that maintaining a front of “pretty” was not your main concern at the moment. your main concern was not passing out while he was inside you. fucking your pussy like he was trying to commit the feeling to memory.
"god, im so deep thats gotta hurt huh, baby? does it hurt you?”
you cries and groans are muffled in the pillow you’ve shoved your face into, your hands gripping the sheets by your head like they might ground you on earth. mingi is on his knees behind you, strong thighs keeping him upright, while his palms held your hips in place for him as he shoved his cock inside of you.
arched so prettily in front of him, your ass bouncing off his body every time his hips slammed against you, a filling, heavy rhythm that sends vulgar “plap” sounds bouncing off the walls.
you were covered in sweat, skin shiny and wet, your hair sticking to your neck from all the exertion. mingi was just as sweaty as you, surely more. but god he was having so much fun.
all the adrenaline that he channeled on stage when he performed, he funneled it into the bedroom too. acting nasty like he was performing for someone.
he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, his eyes lasered in on where his dick slid in and out of your gushy cunt, coated in a white cream that only seemed to build every time he filled you up again.
he laughs lowly as a string of saliva falls from the tip of his tongue and lands directly on the length of his cock in just enough time as he shoves it back inside of you, his fat mushroom tip catching that sensitive ridge along your walls that makes your legs shake.
“she’s creaming on my cock, baby,” he moans as he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and drags his hands away from your hips and up to the rippling flesh of your ass. he palms the soft skin with his big, heated hands and spreads them slowly so he can get a better look at his cock filling you out.
it bewildered you every single time because mingi liked to embarrass you. he wanted you to hear the sounds that your body made, the filthy, sticky sounds that you couldn’t control.
“shhh, baby. not so loud, listen to yourself.” he reached over your arched body and pressed his hand flat against the back of your head to further muffle you against the pillow. “listen to her talk back to me.”
and hearing it always made you ashamed beyond comprehension. and yet he always felt you get so tight around him when the noises registered.
his spit, your arousal, the stirred-up sounds of your guts being rearranged hit your ears like a truck. mingi’s hungry groans that you could feel all throughout your body with every deep stroke he pounded into your cunt.
he’s big, and thick, and very purposeful with his hips. you’ve seen him on stage, rolling his body with sensual intentions that only allow a glimpse into how he could really put those hips to use.
he watches, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip as your wetness clung to his v-line in a white sticky web. the shine of your ass from the sweat and all the times he’s practically drooled on your body.
he purposely slows his hips so the sounds get deeper, hollow and louder. your moans break into breathless whines that only make mingi wanna abandon any remaining composure and fuck you til you snap.
“yeah, yeah… cunt’s asking for a baby. isn’t she?” he takes his hand off your head and moves both of them to your shoulders, curling them over the bone and pulling your body up, arching you even more.
you whine when you feel him slip his soaked dick out of you, a gross, slick sound as he pulls out. and god, it seems endless when the tip finally pops out of you. you cry at the emptiness, and mingi giggles as he watches you shake your ass side to side to try and coax him to fill you up again.
your head throws back as he pulls your head out of the pillow, and you could hear him spitting into your stretched pussy, the saliva dripping down your puffy folds.
“gotta keep you messy, sweet girl, makes this more fun for both of us.” he digs his nails into your shoulders and groans so low you could feel it in your belly as he glides right back inside of you.
there was really no friction at all, and he's nearly kept slipping out since you started. each stroke of his veiny cock is punctuated with a deep, staccato rumble in his chest.
his lips part in misty pants, watching with enamored adoration as the stickiness of your combined arousal clings to your bodies like this was really some kind of perverted home video.
the wet noises fill your ears again, and now you can’t muffle your moans in the pillow anymore with the way he holds your body up. they come out primal and desperate, helpless as mingi forces your pussy to take his shape.
“mmhm, wish i could see your pretty face.” he mumbles, the loud slaps of his hips against your ass nearly drowning out his voice.
“but i'd rather see this pussy keep sucking me in.” he laughs again and enunciates with a deep, rough thrust that makes your toes curl.
“wanna see her dripping with me once i fill her up. fuck a baby into my pretty girl.” his moans are an encouragement that further tighten that knot in your stomach, your cunt clenching around him like a vice with every nasty word that leaves his mouth.
he presses his palms into your lower shoulders, simultaneously working out a building knot of stress, all the while he fucks you into a worthless puddle in his sheets.
“fill this pussy up all the way to the fucking back.” he leans over your body and presses his lips to the small of your back, his mouth opened in low moans as he eases his hips into a swifter pace, pressing wet kisses against your fluttering skin.
his dick glides in and out of you with painful ease, every full thrust that drags the thickness of him against your gspot pulling you more and more under.
“get you all pretty and swollen with my babies.” he whispers against your back, and you whine so loud you swear it was going to tear up your throat.
if the sloppy mess between your legs wasn’t a cry for just that, you weren’t sure what was.
“p-please-!” you cry out, and you shiver when you feel his lips form into a pout and kiss your back like he was trying to soothe you. “w-want… want you t-to-“
“think it’ll take like this?” he teases, shoving his cock so hard and so deep inside of you he might’ve breached your throat. he stays there, unmoving, forcing you to feel the twitching and the throbbing of his dick against every inch of your gooey pussy.
he hums, and suddenly you’re empty again, and you whine at the loss. but then you’re moving, his hands grab your waist and turn your body over, your back hitting the mattress. “probably not.”
seeing him nearly undoes you, a sweaty, crazed wreck. his hair sticking up everywhere, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his v-line a sticky mess. his hands grab the backs of your thighs and push your legs up so they’re pressed against your shoulders.
you squeal and are hardly given ample time to register what was happening before he slides his cock back inside of you, the new position having him deeper than ever before. mingi’s entire body shivers when he fills you to the hilt, your own body pulling taut at the invasive fullness.
his hands keep your thighs against your shoulders, folded in half underneath him in a mating press. “fuck, that’s better,” he sighs, immediately rolling his hips into you with every deep thrust. his lips spread into a greedy smile, his tongue swiping over his teeth. “hi baby, look so fuckin pretty.”
you cry out and throw your head back against the pillow, your hands reaching around and clawing at his broad shoulders.
“lemme pound this pussy, need you to cum before i breed you mkay? work for me pretty, give me what i need.” mingi chews on his bottom lip, his moans filling your ears, you’re unable to look away from where his cock disappears into your cunt, the wet noises seemingly even louder now.
he slides inside with slippery ease and glides right back out coated in a sheen of white. over and over and over again. maddeningly deep and too fucking fast.
his eyebrows are knitted in such a pretty, concentrated expression, his cheekbones poking through his skin from where his mouth begins to part with every thrust that seems to only drag him further towards his own orgasm.
“cum for me, baby. wanna feel this pussy cum around me, wanna fill you up so bad. wanna give my beautiful girl a baby.”
and as always, you do as he says, shattering like glass while he fucks you through it, determined to drag your orgasm out of you until you've been completely wrung dry.
"atta girl." he growls through his teeth, leaning down and taking your nipple in his warm mouth, suckling and circling his thick tongue around the softness of it. "can't wait till these are full of milk," he moans around them, muffled. "i'm sure the baby wouldn't mind sharing."
it clicks with you then and there that he was completely serious. the man literally wanted you pregnant. he sinks his teeth into your areola, and you cry out when you feel him slow his hips to a punishing, intentional grind into your cunt.
"you're gonna make such a good mommy, baby." he drools around your nipple, stilling his hips and damn near whimpering like a bitch as he holds himself there. you could feel him spilling inside of you, hot ropes of cum that seep to the back of your cunt just right.
mingi purrs and groans while he rides it out, massaging the backs of your thighs, his cock throbbing deep inside of you.
sticky, filled, and spent. he doesn't move yet, holding himself inside of you while you both take a moment to catch your breath. when you shift underneath him, he pressed his palms harder against the backs of your thighs to hold you still.
"uh uh, don't move. tryna keep you plugged, can't have any spilling out right?" he smiles and trails wet kisses up the side of your neck and you sigh and relax under his body.
you hope to god it works, because you're not sure if you'd be able to handle another session of "trying" with him and make it out with your legs intact.
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