you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce off the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eyes.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
the priests daughter isn't meant to be questioning her faith. when sweet temptation comes your way in the sweetest form of sin, even the strongest prayers couldn't keep you away from him and his power. what you didn't expect was the secret he had yet to reveal.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓿ampire jake x 𝓹riests daughter
⤷ (5.1k) smut, religious setting, vampires, religious doubt, mind possession, guided masturbation, oral (f!receiving), missionary, sex in a church lol, biting, mention of blood, lowkey blasphemous, not proofread ! ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: it's finally here :') it took me way too long to get to this, but i hope she was worth the wait ! i missed writing for the vamps so much and i had so much fun writing this. in case you want something to listen to while reading, i kept listening to this song while writing :p
dust particles circle around the humid air before gathering on the floor, on your shoes. rays of sunshine peaking through the crack of the heavy wooden door of the church, illuminating the dance of dust. in front of you lays a heavy book. a familiar book. its pages thin, yet don’t mistake it for being frail. over the past decades it has served your family. your great grandmother, your grandmother, eventually falling into your lap.
this all should mean something to you, strengthen you, yet it leaves you with more questions every time you read it. doubt oozes out of every single one of your pores, weighing down on your heart and conscience. out of all people the preachers daughter. beloved preachers daughter who feels so utterly alone. living a lie of finding purpose between these thin pages, this holy building of worship. you’re absolutely alone.
evening sermon. not the busiest it gets, especially considering it’s a random thursday. soon the benches will fill, quiet whispers to the holy will be made and your father will speak with so much conviction and devotion it could leave the pope jealous.
you start spotting the first familiar faces coming in, a warm nod your way, sometimes even a wave of the hand. but not because they knew you. no, they knew your father. his approval is what they want to get first row at the pearly gates. it makes no sense to you. isn’t this idealisation exactly what is against their beliefs? not that you shame them for theirs sins, you feel like your entire life is one big sin with these wavering thoughts you’re having.
soon, the expected crowd has settled. your father has firmly shaken every hand and gave his reassuring smile to any troubled soul. “nothing a good sermon can’t fix”, he always says. if only it were this easy.
your father stood in front of the big cross, arms spread open as if to hug the awaiting crowd in front of him, when you heard the noise of footsteps. heavy, slow and deliberate. you turn to the sound. he stood against the sinking sun, causing you to squint. there weren’t really words to describe his beauty. he was striking, both in the soft and the scary way. both sharp and round features adoring his face. broad shoulders, but not yet bulky. lean. intriguing. new.
“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”
the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?
where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.
brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.
“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”
a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”
his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.
“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”
a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”
every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.
“jake.”
jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.
once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.
he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.
the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.
“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.
at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?
you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?
sunday. the holiest day of the week.
more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.
you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.
before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.
your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?
“no sleep?”
your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.
“what?”
“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”
if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.
“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”
he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.
god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.
“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”
“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”
a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”
you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.
“i dream,” you blurt out.
“dream.” he echoes.
you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.
“what about?”
“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”
the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.
“i’m sorry, i have to go.”
pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.
you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.
there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.
you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?
nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.
you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.
the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.
“what are you doing?
you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.
your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.
“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”
slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.
your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.
“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”
his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.
nightfall came quicker than expected.
the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.
but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.
no, you felt like your skin was on fire.
droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.
none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.
come on. it echoed in your head.
you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.
this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.
it’ll be nice, i promise.
a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?
so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.
you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.
this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.
he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.
don’t be so hard on yourself now.
you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.
don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.
with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.
i’ll help you, don’t worry.
your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.
just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.
listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.
good, now circle.
you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.
how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.
your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.
what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?
such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.
but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.
explore further down.
unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.
there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.
damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.
fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.
the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.
no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.
that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.
this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.
see, wasn’t that nice?
“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.
sleep well, pretty.
on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.
the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.
the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.
you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?
but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.
oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?
don’t be rude, your father is speaking.
you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.
how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.
it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.
outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?
later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.
“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.
you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.
when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.
of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.
one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.
the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.
you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.
with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.
one last time.
you squeezed your eyes shut.
“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”
“you really think that’ll help you?”
jake. of course he’s here.
you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.
“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.
“i act upon my own free will.”
“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”
at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”
this time, you turn your head completely.
“me.”
“yes, you.”
without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.
his hand reached out and you took it.
with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.
your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.
“recite.”
nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.
“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”
his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.
“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.
your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.
“continue.”
he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.
“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.
the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.
“gentleman never tell his secrets.”
you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.
his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.
“next verse, pretty.”
with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.
a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.
“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”
your head falls back in frustration.
“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.
“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.
jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.
“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.
oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.
but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.
his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.
“more, please.”
your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?
he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.
if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.
“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.
“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.
"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.
you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.
in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.
ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.
he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.
your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.
for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.
a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.
“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.
within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.
“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”
his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.
the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.
sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.
“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.
“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”
and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.
your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.
without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.
blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.
“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.
“says the vampire,” you shoot back.
he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.
as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.
“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”
the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.
“no, don’t stop. please.”
his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.
“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”
his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.
“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”
you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?
so you only had one word for him.
“please.”
for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.
you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.
his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.
“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.
you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.
“yes.”
he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.
you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.
at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.
as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.
the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.
jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.
“come on, you have to drink mine.”
the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.
his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.
“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”
the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.
as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.
the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.
you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.
both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.
after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.
the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.
he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.
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the bedroom was dark and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp on the nightstand. you were spread out on your back, thighs trembling violently around jake’s head as he devoured you like a man who had been starving for weeks.
his strong arms were locked around your thighs, holding you wide open for him, his face completely buried between your legs. he had been down there for almost an hour now, and there was absolutely no sign of him slowing down.
if anything, the more you shook, the hungrier he got.
“jake—fuck—please, i can’t take anymore,” you sobbed, fingers tangled desperately in his messy hair, trying weakly to pull him away.
your pussy was swollen, puffy, and hypersensitive after four intense orgasms. every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire, raw and ringing with a wild, buzzing heat. tears streamed down your cheeks, your body shaking uncontrollably against the mattress.
but jake just moaned loudly against your clit, the vibration sending another massive shockwave through your overstimulated body. he was completely lost in it, entirely tuned out to anything that wasn’t the wet, sweet taste of you.
his eyes were closed, his face shiny and dripping with your juices, his tongue working you with messy, hungry strokes that left you completely breathless. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers curled deep inside you, stretching you out and pumping without a shred of mercy.
“just a little more, baby,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked, barely pulling back enough to speak, his lips slick and glistening. “you taste so fucking good. i can’t stop. please let me keep going. i need it. i fucking need it, yeah?”
his tongue dove back in immediately, licking broad, heavy stripes from your entrance all the way up to your clit before sucking hard again.
the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the entire bedroom, echoing off the quiet walls. he was addicted. completely, shamelessly addicted to your pussy. the way you tasted, how you clenched around his tongue, your cries for him.
he didn’t want to stop. he couldn’t stop.
it was like a fever in his blood, a desperation that only grew sharper with every single wet noise he pulled out of you.
“jake—oh my god—i’m gonna cum again—” you wailed, hips jerking uncontrollably, your hands gripping his hair tight enough to pull, but he only pressed his face deeper, loving the pain if it meant he was closer to your heat.
he groaned happily, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated right through your clit. his fingers pumped faster, curling against that perfect, sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked relentlessly.
your fifth orgasm crashed through you hard, blindingly intense, your walls spasming violently as you squirted all over his face and tongue. jake moaned like it was the absolute best thing he’d ever tasted in his life, drinking every single drop he could, licking you clean with heavy, desperate laps without pulling away for even a second.
you were a complete mess—hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, thighs quivering uncontrollably, voice broken from screaming his name into the empty air.
your body was oversensitive to the point of pain now, every single touch feeling like an electric shock straight to your nerves. you were completely spent, hollowed out by pleasure, but jake was still right there, his breath hot and ragged against your soaked skin.
“too much—baby please—i can’t—i’m too sensitive—” you begged, tears pouring down your face.
you tried to close your legs, your muscles weak and twitching, but his strong arms kept them pinned wide open, locking your knees back against the mattress so you had no choice but to take him.
he finally looked up at you, his eyes dark and completely hazy with lust, his lips swollen and glistening with your wetness.
he looked entirely unhinged, completely consumed by you. “you can take it,” he whispered, his voice rough and scraping against his throat. “you’re doing so well for me, princess. just one more. please. i need to taste you cumming again. you’re so fucking addictive. i can’t get enough of you. look at what you do to me.”
before you could even formulate a protest, he dove right back in. his tongue was slightly gentler this time, slow and soothing, but no less determined, no less starved.
he licked long, dragging stripes through your folds, savoring every leftover drop of your release, then focused on your swollen, throbbing clit with soft, lazy circles that made your whole lower half twitch. his fingers stayed buried deep inside you, stroking slowly, keeping you wound up tight, right on the agonizing edge of another peak.
you were crying openly now, your body twitching with every single lap of his tongue. “jake—baby—please—i love you but i can’t—it’s too much—i’m gonna lose my mind—”
“shhh, i know, i know,” he murmured lovingly against your pussy, pressing soft, wet kisses to your aching clit, his hot breath making you shiver from head to toe. “but you’re so pretty when you cum for me. just let me have this. let me make you feel good. give it to me, baby.”
he sucked your clit gently into his mouth again, humming happily, a dark, primal sound of pure satisfaction as he worked you toward another orgasm.
your sixth one hit you like a slow, devastating wave, weaker than the others in volume but so much deeper, making your whole body convulse as you sobbed his name into the dark room.
jake kept licking you right through the entire spasm, drawing the pleasure out, swallowing everything you gave him until you were nothing but a shaking, whimpering puddle beneath him.
only then did he finally crawl up your body, his chest heavy and hot against yours. he kissed you deeply, a messy, bruising kiss so you could taste yourself all over his tongue, marking you with your own sweetness.
his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh, twitching with need, but he made no move to fuck you.
he didn't even care about his own release right now, he was completely drunk on what he’d just done to you. he just held you close, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling waist, stroking your messy hair and kissing your tear-streaked cheeks with an intensity that made you dizzy.
“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of absolute awe, his chest heaving against yours. “i could eat this pretty pussy forever. i’m so fucking addicted to you. i don't think i'm ever gonna let you put clothes on again.”
you let out a weak, breathless laugh, clinging to his broad shoulders because your arms felt like lead. “you’re actually insane, jake sim.”
he grinned against your neck, a sharp, delighted little smile, and you could feel the dangerous spark in him hadn't faded at all.
his hands shifted, tracing down the curve of your waist, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips before his grip tightened again. "only for you, baby. only for you."
and just like that, before you could even realize what he was doing, his weight shifted. his hands slid right back down to the inside of your thighs, parting your trembling legs back out to the sides.
you let out a whimper of protest, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders, but he was entirely immovable. his head disappeared right back between your thighs, his hot breath instantly hitting your raw, soaking wet skin.
"wait, please—" you gasped, your hips automatically trying to lift away from him, but his grip on your thighs was like iron.
he didn't even answer with words this time. he just let out a low, needy growl, burying his nose right back into your center.
his tongue licked a thick, wet path right over your hyper-stimulated clit, and your whole body locked up, a high-pitched cry ripping from your throat as the sheer overstimulation sent a jolt straight up your spine.
he was completely relentless.
he used his thumbs to part your swollen lips, exposing you fully to the cool air of the room for just a second before his warm, wet mouth closed around you again. he started sucking you with a rhythmic, heavy pull, his tongue flicking back and forth across the ultra-sensitive nub until you were thrashing against the sheets, your fingers digging into the mattress, tearing at the fabric because you had nowhere else to put the overwhelming sensation.
"please, jake, i'm too open, it hurts—it feels too good, please—" you screamed, your head tossing from side to side.
but jake was completely deaf to your pleas, entirely single-minded. he was high on the scent of you, drunk on the taste that seemed to cover his entire face.
he slid two fingers back inside your slick entrance, and you immediately clamped down around them, your walls tight and trembling from the exhaustion of so many orgasms. he groaned against your skin, the vibration almost too much to bear, and began to pump his fingers in a cruel, demanding pace, matching the frantic rhythm of his tongue.
he wanted to break you.
he wanted to see how many times he could make you shatter, wanted to fill his mouth with you until he couldn't breathe. his strokes grew messier, heavier, his jaw working hard as he devoured you, entirely shameless about how desperately he needed to feel you ruin yourself for him again.
your hips started to roll on their own, completely helpless against the onslaught. the heat was building again, impossible and terrifying, curling tight in your lower belly.
you couldn't handle another one, your body was too raw, too sensitive, but jake was dragging you right over the edge anyway, pulling you kicking and screaming into another peak.
"jake, jake, jake—" you chanted, your voice completely wrecked, sobbing as your hips gave a violent, involuntary jerk.
he knew exactly what that meant.
he increased the pressure, his tongue pressing hard against your clit, his fingers driving deep and fast, holding you perfectly still so you couldn't escape the pleasure.
and when your seventh orgasm tore through your exhausted body, it was a total collapse. you squirted and gushed violently against his mouth, your muscles contracting so hard it was almost a cramp, a broken wail leaving your lips as you completely lost control.
jake took every bit of it, swallowing hard, his eyes squeezed shut in pure ecstasy as he held you wide open, consuming your release like it was life-giving, completely unbothered by how much of a messy, beautiful disaster you both were.
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( 西村 力 ) ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ oral (f receiving) ⋆ praise kink ⋆ bsf!niki ⋆ mutual masturbation ⋆ trouble/reader being avoidant ⋆ angst ⋆ niki using “i love you” like a band aid ⋆ bfs!niki ⋆ phone sex : 2222
──── in which ︵ you, aka trouble, miss niki while he’s in japan. and as things are about to peak, niki says something that has your blood running cold.
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“shit baby, been lookin’ forward to this all fuckin’ day.” niki pants, his voice airy and strained as he desperately fists his cock, a mix of his precum and spit acting as lube creating a slick sound that fills the silence alongside your pitiful whimpers.
you’ve got your laptop set up between your spread legs, your back against your pillows and your head lolling back against your headboard as your fingers are buried to the hilt in your soaking cunt, the ministrations squelching as your pace borders on pathetic and needy, niki’s name spilling from your lips in high-pitched whines and whimpers.
“c'mon pretty, i know i taught you to fuck that pretty cunt better than that.” niki groans as he watches you fuck your self over the facetime call, his eyes are glued to the sight of your sticky, glossy, and soaking wet heat on display just for him.
“m’so close ki.” you moan, rubbing your clit in tight circles before returning to finger fucking yourself, your thighs trembling and threatening to clamp shut the closer your orgasm creeps to you.
“let go baby, lemme see you put on a show.” he hums before cutting himself off with a moan, something deep and guttural as he fucks his hand, his own release nearly being triggered by watching you push through yours, watching a ring of cum form around the base of your fingers as you continue going, overstimulating yourself just enough that you’re about to cum again and watching your back arch and the delicious moans coming through the speakers finally sends niki over the edge and he’s moaning, loud and unfiltered. and normally this very situation would have you climaxing in seconds, but this time, it makes your heart drop to your stomach.
he just moaned his ex girlfriend’s name. while on call with you. you’re slow to remove your fingers and get up, fighting through the trembling aftershocks and whispers of overstimulation circulating through your veins. you mute yourself on the call and turn the camera off while you gather random clothing from the floor, halfheartedly getting dressed while niki’s voice spills through the speakers, muffled and exhausted, wondering where you went. you quickly unmute, not bothering to turn your camera back on.
“i’ve gotta go.” your voice is clipped and shaky, the humiliation starting to settle deep in your chest and your bones and you hate that your eyes are starting to burn.
“trouble, baby what’s up?” niki prods, picking up on the change in your demeanour and you don’t bother answering him before clicking the red button and shutting your laptop.
your hands are clammy and sticky with your own release and your feel dirty and slightly used.
you don’t know what to do with yourself, with the embarrassment that you can’t seem to ignore. the fact that he was thinking of her made you feel sick. and you wonder if he met up with her while in japan, he had mentioned a few weeks prior to buying tickets to don toliver that she had moved there.
and that thought makes your stomach churn and your head starts to spin. you thought that maybe he’d stop seeing other girls the more you started to establish a situation-ship-esque fling. but clearly, you were wrong.
and you don’t know what embarrassed you more, thinking you’d be the only one he was seeing or the fact that within two days apart, he had gone to someone else to satisfy himself and was thinking about her while making you cum.
in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you step into your bathroom and run the water for a shower, scrubbing at your skin to get try and remove the sweat and sticky residue leftover from multiple orgasms but, just like your thoughts, the sticky feeling clings to you. it’s almost as if you’re trying to scrub the shame and anger and humiliation from your body, from your chest and bloodstream and you can’t.
you can’t get rid of everything you’re feeling and before you know, you’ve crumpled into a ball against the stall of your shower, tears rolling down your cheeks. and you know that this reaction is only going to force to look deeper into why you’re feeling this way.
and in the back of your mind, you already know why.
after your shower you hope to distract yourself by making yourself some food, you’ve always enjoyed cooking and baking and often turned to it as a means to exit reality and your constantly spiraling thoughts for a few hours. but as you stir the pasta swirling in boiling and salty water, you keep cracking back to the moment that you listened to the guy you’ve been in love with and sleeping with for quite some time, moan another girl’s name.
and not just any girl’s name, his first love’s name, the first girl that broke his heart. the first girl that ever really left an impact on him. the very girl that changed his outlook on relationships and love and sex. the girl you spent many nights gluing him back together over.
and the fact that he thought about her while watching you in an incredibly vulnerable state stings. it pegs the question of you not being enough for niki, visually and sexually.
and that truth is a hard pill to swallow because if you aren’t enough, that means that you and niki have to go back to being just best friends, and after everything you’ve said and done, you don’t know if you can. before you sink deeper into the abyss of thoughts and worries, you force yourself to call jisoo, your best friend outside of niki and his friends. the girl you’ve always been able to count on.
“hey babe, what’s up?” she hums, smiling bright and content before noticing the deep frown settling in your eyebrows and the pout tugging at your lips.
“this is possibly a bit “tmi” but niki and i were just having phone sex and-” you chuckle at the awkwardness of having to say it aloud, because truly, it sounds stupid.
“okay,” she hums, dragging out the sound of the “ay” portion of the word, giggling and waiting as you take a deep breath.
“and as we, you know, finished, he moaned some other chick’s name-“ and before you can finish, bun gasps, her eyes wide and the shock is visible and she’s about to laugh. but before she can, you cut her off.
“but it was yuna’s name.” you whisper, turning off the element that your pasta was cooking on and taking it to the sink to drain.
“wait like yuna as in his ex yuna? the girl that cheated on him after senior year?”
“yeah.”
as you finish cooking your dinner, the two of you continue talking. jisoo gives you the space to discuss your feelings and helps you understand why it hurts as much as it does, and you’re reluctant to agree but truthfully, you know she’s right. you feel something deeper for niki, which shouldn’t be as much of a shock as it because the two of you quite literally confessed your feelings for each other the first time you fucked, but because nothing really came of it, you didn’t think it held any actual weight.
as the days until niki comes home begin to dwindle, you’re slowly getting over your embarrassment and shame, hoping that by the next time you see niki, you’ll be able to laugh at the situation but for right now, you’re content letting yourself process your feelings and after talking to bun, you feel a hell of a lot better.
niki on the other hand, is lost and a little angry. you’ve been airing his texts and ignoring his dms, you won’t even respond to the tiktoks he’s sent you. basically, you’ve ghosted him and for some reason, it stings.
he doesn’t know why you’re so distant so suddenly and considering the last time you talked, you were on great terms with him, he’s determined to figure out what threw you off.
you’re a bit taken back when niki sends a text letting you know that he’s throwing a party the night he gets back, and despite not wanting to see him, you send a thumbs up and decide it’d be good to get out for a bit.
as you step into the boys’ house, you weren’t surprised by the sheer amount of people gathering around. the party niki was throwing was in full swing, the music is loud and you can feel the bass in your throat, there’s coloured lights flashing from a corner and the smell of weed is pungent. and for a moment, your body settles. after keeping yourself shut in your apartment for days on end, you feel like you’re back in your element.
you’re in the middle of a conversation with eunji, sunghoon’s girlfriend, and before you can tell her to come with to take shots, you’re both being pulled into the kitchen by jay who has got three shots already lined up, causing you to burst out laughing.
“where’s jisoo?” jay shouts over the music as the three of you clink your shot glasses together, tapping them to the table and downing them all simultaneously.
“she said she’ll be here in about an hour!” eunji hums, answering the question before you had a chance to. the three of you continue to talk and take shots in the kitchen when jisoo arrives, which the leads to you feeding her shots to catch up to you, jay, and eunji.
within a few hours, you’re pretty drunk and you can’t stop laughing as you leave your group of friends who are dancing in the living room, jay and jisoo standing on the table, grinding against one another, their laughs loud and unfiltered.
you need a second of quiet for a few moments, your head is fuzzy and your face is warm and the smoke clinging to the room is suffocating.
you’re leaning against the outside wall of their house, the breeze cool and grounding as you check your phone through bleary eyes. you’re cleaning up your eyeliner when you hear footsteps behind you and the laugh that follows them is one you were dreading. you keep your back to niki and text jisoo to come rescue you.
“oh shit my bad, didn’t think anyone was out here right now.” niki laughs, his words a little slurred and slow, clearly drunk and a little high.
you don’t respond as you turn to walk into the house but niki stops you.
“wait, trouble?” he squints, his eyes are glossy and red but they focus on the tattoo winding up your arm.
“what the fuck? you’ve been ghost since we called while i was in japan.”
“i’m not doing this here.” you mutter, looking everywhere but his face, the lingering feeling of shame of embarrassment creeping back up your spine.
“i miss you, trouble.”
“ki please.” you plead, focusing on a rock sitting at the toe of your boot, pretending to find interest in it.
“no. you can’t even look me in the eye y/n, what happened?” niki prods, his voice cracking just slightly.
“you moaned her name.”
“what? whose name? what the fuck are you on about?” niki exclaims, confused and frustrated by the half truths you’re giving him.
“yuna’s name. when you were back in japan.” you sigh, finally looking at him and you see how it slowly starts to dawn on him what you mean about that night when the two of you were facetiming.
niki’s face falls as he remembers thinking about his ex girlfriend after he had run into her just before calling you, his stomach twists just slightly and he sees the way you’ve curled in on yourself, the way you’re almost bracing for impact and you’re using your shame and embarrassment like a shield.
“jesus christ touble, you’re doing all this because i accidentally moaned some chick’s name?” he scoffs,
“niki you don’t understand how humiliating that was. i was quite literally all spread out for you and you were thinking about some other girl. and it wasn’t just any girl’s name, it was your exes name. it made me feel used and so, so stupid.” you snap, pushing your finger into his chest, tears welling in your eyes again and niki sighs, guilt gnawing at him as he pulls you into a hug.
“shit trouble, i’m so sorry. i had just run into her before we called and she briefly popped into my mind. i promise you i wasn’t actually thinking about her, okay? i love you and i want you, no one else.” he whispers, pressing a kiss into your hair as you whimper against his chest, the alcohol clouding your brain as you shake your head.
— 𝓝ia ; hope u guys enjoy this as much as i did (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) ❤︎
obsessive bsf!sunoo who makes you feel horrible for hanging out with someone else other than him, especially when it’s another man. He’d sulk and give you the cold shoulder the entire day, muttering about how he doesn’t wanna talk to someone who obviously doesn’t care about him anymore.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who only decides to finally talk to you when you start crying and clutching onto his shirt for him to stay. Smiling sickly and cooing at your tear-streaked face before pulling you into a warm hug. “You really upset me today y/n. But don’t worry, i’ll forgive you this time. You don’t need to cry anymore, pretty.”
obsessive bsf!sunoo who loves to take a big whiff of your sweet scented perfume everytime you go in for a hug. Asking you about it and buying the very same one the next day, but not for himself. He’d spray it around his room and almost soak his bedsheets with it, now your signature scent surrounding him in the comfort of his room.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who would sneak quick glances at your phone whenever you had to type in your password, mentally noting it down in the back of his mind and going through your messages and pictures when you’d leave your phone next to him after excusing yourself to the bathroom. Sending a bunch of your pictures that he found cute to himself so he could cherish them later that night. <3
obsessive bsf!sunoo who studies your handwriting down to the smallest details. Fixating on every little curve and line, the way you replace every dot with a small circle instead. Practicing it in his dimly lit bedroom just to feel closer to you, writing his own name the way you would with an almost lovesick grin on his face.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who feels territorial over you. His fingers twitching to be wrapped around your waist when another man’s got your attention. He’s right there next to you, what could possibly be more interesting about that loser?
obsessive bsf!sunoo who settles on slinging his arm around your shoulders instead, startling you for a second and earning himself a questioning glance from you, but his eyes weren’t on you this time. He’d been glaring daggers at the poor guy the whole time you were busy talking, eventually making him bring up a quick excuse to scurry away from you two.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who often makes you cry over the littlest things, putting the blame on you and making you think it’s your fault, just to coddle you a couple minutes later and wrap his arms around you. “I forgive you this time doll, everyone makes mistakes. It’s okay.” he whispers, his hand petting your hair while you try to suppress your tears and not make a fool of yourself any longer infront of him.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who follows you in the dead of the night after finding out you were out late with your girlfriends even though it’s almost midnight, trying to teach you a lesson so you’d never be out this late again. His face covered by the hood of his jacket, his steps mimicking yours and noticing the way you start to realize you’re being followed before quickening your pace and subtly looking over your shoulder.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who quickly gives up on his act and pulls his hood down as you make a sharp turn trying to lose your “stalker”. He knows what you’re doing, he knew you’d decide on that route. Choosing the long way through the neighborhood to your house instead of the alleyway which would be a shortcut. A sly smile plays on his lips as he walks through the alleyway and into the neighborhood, waiting exactly where you would eventually “bump into him” by pure coincidence.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who acts clueless when he sees you noticing him there and running up to him, a worried expression painting his face when you start to explain what happened. Him reassuring you that he’s right there if anything happened, that he would never let anything happen to you, convincing you to always share your location with him from now on and update him about your whereabouts.
obsessive bsf!sunoo who slowly turns himself into your safe space and sanctuary. embracing you and whispering sweetly about how you’re too fragile and precious to leave the house without him, how he’s the only one you need to lean onto, the only person you need to keep yourself safe.
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