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I’ll make it filthy, but also intimate, with Mn taking care of him and ruining him all over again, like he was made to know Minho’s body.
The camera stayed steady even after they finished, catching the slow drip of cum leaking from between Minho’s pretty thighs, catching the way his chest heaved, flushed and gleaming with sweat.
Minho shivered, his whole body thrumming, overstimulated and trembling, but instead of pulling away, he whimpered softly under his breath.
“Need more~ S-So fucking good~”
The words were barely audible, just a cracked little whisper against the heavy air.
Mn’s breath hitched behind the camera.
In two seconds, he reached out with one hand, still filming, and brushed Minho’s hair back from his sticky, sweat-covered forehead.
Minho looked up at him, glassy-eyed, still panting.
Desperate.
Waiting.
That was all it took.
Mn clicked the camera off with a soft beep, tossing it aside onto the mattress without a second thought.
This wasn’t for the viewers anymore.
This was just for Minho.
Mn moved fast, grabbing Minho by the waist, flipping him easily onto his stomach knowing Minho loved when he was handled, manhandled, like Mn couldn’t help himself.
Minho whimpered again, grinding back instinctively, wiggling his ass, still leaking, still desperate.
“I got you, baby,” Mn murmured low against Minho’s ear, his hands already smoothing down his hips, spreading him open.
He didn’t need to ask what Minho liked.
He knew.
He knew the way Minho’s breath hitched when a thumb brushed over his fluttering rim, scooping the leaking cum up and pushing it back inside Minho.
He knew Minho wanted it slow at first -- teasing, stretching, making him squirm -- and then rough, deep, until he was shaking and crying again.
Mn worked him open with slow, slick fingers, dragging soft, high sounds out of Minho’s throat.
Mn growled under his breath, switching to his middle and ring finger then pushing in deep and curling his fingers just right -- not watching personally the way he always saw Minho fall apart on camera -- and Minho sobbed, clenching around nothing after Mn pulled his fingers out.
“You’re so good for me,” Mn praised, pressing kisses down Minho’s spine. “Always so pretty, so perfect, fuck Min—”
Minho was already crying softly, pressing his face into the sheets, overwhelmed but greedy for it.
And when Mn finally lined his thick head with Minho's hole, he slid back inside -- firm, hot, steady, quick to the hilt -- Minho let out the sweetest, filthiest moan, arching back to take it.
“Theeere~ you go, baby, mm~” Mn crooned, setting a slow, deep rhythm. “Open up for me, slut. Let me fill you up again.”
Minho could only nod helplessly, gasping at every roll of Mn’s hips, every grind against that spot inside him Mn knew better than anyone.
It didn’t take long.
Between Mn’s dirty praise and his perfect, devastating pace, Minho was falling apart again -- so sensitive he couldn’t even move let alone stroke himself without whining.
“Hngh~ so good- ah~ s-so good, Mnie~ Ah Fuck, Hyung, Shi—” he slurred, out of his mind, babbling sweet filthy nonsense as he rocked back to meet every thrust.
And when he finally came again -- clenching tight, crying out brokenly into the sheets -- Mn fucked him through it, filling him up once more, making sure the mess they’d make would drip down his thighs for hours.
Minho was wrecked, trembling, glowing.
Mn gathered him up afterward -- whispering soft praise against his ear, stroking his sides, kissing his flushed, ruined body — holding him close until the shaking stopped.
He didn’t need a camera to remember this.
He’d memorize it all.
Minho, ruined and radiant.
Minho, whispering for more even when he could barely move.
Minho, made to be his.
Mn stayed buried deep inside him, not moving, just holding him close, letting Minho ride the aftershocks, letting the heat and fullness lull him down.
Minho shivered once, whining softly under his breath, and Mn kissed his shoulder, murmuring low:
“Gonna keep you full all day, baby,” he whispered against his skin. “Gonna make sure you feel me every time you move.”
Minho let out a tiny, broken noise at that, cock giving a weak little twitch just at the words alone.
But he was too exhausted to do anything else -- body boneless, mind hazy and floating.
Warmth bloomed deep in his belly, not just from the fullness, but from the comfort of it.
Of being held, of being cared for, of being loved so quietly and completely.
And maybe it was the exhaustion.
Maybe it was the way Mn’s cock was still pressed so deep inside him, stretching him perfectly, heavy and thick and there.
But Minho’s eyes fluttered closed, and he let himself sink into the feeling.
The deep, comforting pressure inside him.
The lingering, messy warmth leaking around the thick plug of Mn’s cock.
The faint, obscene image flickered behind his heavy eyelids:
his belly stretched just slightly, bulging prettily around Mn’s size.
Exactly like he’d fantasized about late at night, long before either of them ever crossed the line.
Minho blushed faintly even as sleep dragged him under.
He would never admit it out loud.
Would never tell Mn that he used to touch himself thinking about this exact feeling — about being stuffed so deep and full he could see it, feel it, dream it.
No, he would keep that secret tucked away, even as he drifted off with Mn’s cock still seated inside him, perfectly filling him, keeping him safe and warm.
camboy!minho and cameraman! reader who records him so fucking perfectly, getting every pretty curve of his body….that's why Minho has so many fans…it's not just like…a "male gaze" porn. it's very beautiful, the way it's filmed. one day, fans are surprised to see Minho riding a dick instead of his usual dildos. his beloved cameraman's dick which he did not realize was so big.
thoughts?
My thoughts? Love it, here's a thing, I'm sorry for starving y'all.
Minho had always been the star.
Perfect lighting, perfect framing, perfect touch.
But behind every arch of his back, every breathy moan captured in crystal clarity, was Mn, the man who worshiped Minho through the lens.
Mn made sure the world saw Minho the way he did: something divine, too pretty to belong to anyone but still generous enough to share a glimpse.
His videos weren’t cheap. They didn’t look like every other shaky, pornographic mess flooding the internet.
Minho’s room was dim and golden, the sheets rumpled just so, the camera steady and low, catching the slow trail of his fingers over his stomach, the teasing grind of his hips. He always looked like he was making love to himself — not just fucking around.
Fans noticed.
They obsessed.
“The way this is filmed… it feels like he’s touching me.”
“Minho’s videos are on another level. It’s like he knows I’m watching.”
And in a way, he did.
Minho played directly to Mn’s camera, looking into the lens with half-lidded eyes, murmuring soft, broken sounds that felt like they were meant for the viewer alone. The illusion was perfect.
Until the night it cracked, gloriously.
The video dropped with no teaser.
Just a title: “Something special tonight.”
It started familiar. Minho was stretched out on the bed, lazy and loose, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder. His thighs were bare, skin kissed by warm, golden light.
He toyed with himself first, slow, lazy strokes, teasing the viewers the way he always did. His mouth parted in soft, deliberate moans, the tips of his fingers brushing down his chest, his stomach, trailing dangerously lower.
The camera was perched low, catching every ripple of movement. Mn’s steady hands kept the focus tight, intimate. It felt like you were right there, kneeling at the edge of the bed, watching Minho slowly fall apart.
Then...a shift.
Minho’s gaze flickered offscreen, coy, lips curling into a sly smile as he curled his finger off camera.
A large hand entered the frame, trailing along Minho’s thigh.
The chat exploded.
“WTF WHO IS THAT”
“IS IT THE CAMERAMAN?!”
“OH MY GOD"
Minho giggled breathlessly, voice pitched higher with excitement.
“Mm, missed this,” he purred.
And then- without ceremony, without warning - The hand pulled back and the camera moved as a body laid next to Minho and Minho climbed into a straddle as the camera settled to Minho hovering over a cock.
Not a toy.
Real. Thick, flushed, veined.
Minho rocked his hips experimentally, dragging his length over the bigger one under him, pretty pink lips parting around a shuddering gasp as he shifted onto his knees and guide the tip to his prepped hole. His thighs quivered with the effort of taking it all, the curve of his ass perfect in the low lighting.
Mn kept filming, the angle just right, focused on where Minho was slowly, beautifully, sinking down, his body struggling to take it all, even getting closer as Minho leaned back, braced on Mn's knees so the camera caught every inch sliding into Minho. Minho's breath hitched. His fingers clutched at the knees under his hands for balance as he gasps.
Minho moaned, high and breathy, throwing his head back before catching himself and giggling brokenly. “Fuck, it’s s-so much…” he whined, looking back at the camera like he was confessing a secret. “Fucking me so good…”
There was something so intimate about the way Minho whimpered Mn’s name under his breath, not loud enough for most to catch unless they listened closely.
“Can you hear it?” he gasped, voice trembling as he lifted up only to sink back down with a wet, obscene sound. “Can you hear how messy you make me?” He whimpered, rolling his hips faster, thighs quivering under the strain. “Feels so fucking deep…” Minho sobbed, sitting up as his hand splaying against his own stomach as if trying to feel it from the outside, other hand bracing himself on Mn's hip. “You’re so big… God, I—ngh~” he broke off in a moan, trembling.
“Fuck.” He choked out then, voice even breathier, even sweeter, he managed a soft, shaky, broken giggle and gasped:
"Shit, F-feels like you’re in my f-fucking throat…Ah~”
The viewers were absolutely feral.
“HE SAID WHAT????”
“I AM ON MY KNEES RN”
“IMAGINE BEING THE ONE UNDER HIM HOLY FUCK”
The angle stayed tight, mostly POV — as if the watcher was underneath Minho, feeling his thighs tighten around their waist, watching him desperately grind down, trying to take more, more, more.
And then, a moment so raw it almost felt private.
Minho’s hand shot out and gently tilted the camera up and off to the side, just slightly. Enough that it caught the edge of his face as he leaned down.
For a moment, it looked like Minho was kissing the viewer -- lips soft, needy, desperate, slick -- but if you paid attention, you’d see he was kissing Mn.
Soft and messy and full of want, hips still rolling against him, taking every inch deeply.
The camera, despite its new angle, caught everything. The tremble in Minho’s body, the way his hands fisted against Mn’s chest, the soft, broken whimpers between kisses. He moaned into Mn’s mouth or against his lips, thighs trembling from the stretch, his whole body alight with need as he practically squealed at the feeling of Mn practically in his stomach.
So fucking deep
It was so much more than just a performance now.
It was real.
Messy, sweaty, sweet.
Minho didn’t even bother finishing on camera the way he usually did, he honestly forgot about the camera cause he was so focused on Mn's cock rearranging him. He just clung to Mn, riding slow and needy, until he was gasping out Mn’s camera name, Director. Almost as desperate as if Minho called him "Master" or "Daddy", and shuddering through his orgasm, trembling all over.
Mn was steady the whole time. The camera stayed steady, trembling just slightly from Mn’s ragged breathing, moving to focus perfectly between Minho’s spread thighs.
Minho was wrecked and stretched wide.
Flushed pink, chest heaving, body still twitching from aftershocks as thick, sticky mess spilled out of him, leaking slow and filthy down his stomach.
The mic picked up everything. The soft, broken whines Minho let out, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies still clinging together and Minho shifted ever so slightly before lifting off of Mn's cock with an obscene moan.
“Fu-uck-ing…Shit~ ” Minho breathed, voice cracked and sweet.
He shifted lazily, reaching a trembling hand down between his legs after he fell back down, Mn's thick length nestled behind Minho between his cheeks.
The fans would lose their minds.
He scooped two fingers through the copious amount of sticky mess dripping out of him, so thick and so much, lifting it up to the camera, letting it glisten in the low light.
“Made me so messy, Director…Made me so full, fuck~” Minho whispered, a slow, wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, all breathless sweetness, all filth.
Still panting, he lazily stroked his dripping fingers down his oversensitive cock, smearing his own mess and Mn's mess across himself, making himself even slicker, even dirtier, stickier.
Another soft, high whimper left his mouth -- perfect, broken -- as his hips gave a tiny, involuntary roll and he sighs breathlessly as he unintentionally pushes Mn's cum out of him, spilling over Mn's abdomen.
And then, without breaking eye contact with the lens, Minho licked his hand clean, slow, languid swipes of his tongue, a slow suck as he pulled his fingers out, savoring it, showing off every second.
The camera caught it all:
The way his lashes fluttered low.
The way his thighs trembled, still dripping.
The way he murmured, half to himself, half to the viewers:
“Tastes so fucking good~”
Then after that, no usual playful, no purred out "goodbye~ Pervs". No wink to the camera. Just Minho, ruined and happy, finally letting himself be seen for real before the video ends.
The comment section lit up with chaos:
“He kissed the camera… no he kissed HIM…”
“You can see how much they love each other wtf.”
“I’ve watched this 10 times I’m not okay.”
“THE CAMERAMAN HAS A HUGE DICK I REPEAT—”
And Minho?
He didn’t say a word for days.
Just posted a cryptic tweet three days later:
“Might start filming from a new perspective now. Hope you don’t mind.”
I hope this is okay. Sorry I've been MIA 🥺 I swear I'm alive, I promise, just kinda been...bleh 😅
Returning from the shadows to reblog my husbands beautiful fic, thank you anon for suggesting this wonderful prompt and to @james-is-here for writing this masterpiece 🫣💕💕
I did! The kids had a blast and I literally cleaned my plates like nothing left on my dishes and I could feel my stomach (It takes a lot of food for me to feel full)
Ty for tagging me @sanza-17 and consistently too for the wip Wednesdays, I'm just seemingly not drawing much these days 😭 funny that wip stuff is the only stuff I ever get tagged in despite this fact...
But, for once, I have something I'm working on (as of yesterday). Apparently, all it took to get motivation again was my summer break ending.
oh gee I wonder who/what this is gonna be 🤔 Might take me a while to finish, so hold your breath lol
The moon hung heavy in the ink-black sky, silver light spilling through the grand windows of Hyunjin’s estate. The vampire stood near the fireplace, his long, slender fingers trailing over the edge of a blessed silver cross that rested on the mantle. The mere touch sent an intoxicating burn through his skin, a sharp sting that made his breath hitch. His pupils dilated, lips parting slightly as he waited, anticipation curling in his stomach.
And then, there he was.
Mn.
The only human Hyunjin had ever bowed to, the only one who could make him weak.
Mn stepped into the room, his presence commanding, even without the supernatural power that Hyunjin possessed. He didn’t need it. He had something far more potent: control. And Hyunjin craved it.
“You started without me,” Mn observed, his voice calm but laced with something darker.
Hyunjin smirked, but it was shaky. “Just getting warmed up.”
Mn hummed, stepping closer, his fingers brushing the vampire’s wrist. Hyunjin shuddered at the lightest touch, a barely contained whimper escaping his throat. Mn tilted his head, watching him closely.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Mn mused, dragging his fingers further up Hyunjin’s arm, slow and deliberate. “You know it hurts, and yet you reach for it.”
Hyunjin swallowed hard, his fangs pressing against his lower lip. “I like the way it feels.”
A soft chuckle. Mn reached into his pocket, pulling out a small vial of clear liquid. Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto it, a sharp inhale betraying his excitement.
Holy water.
Mn uncorked it with a practiced ease, the spout small enough for Mn to splash it over his hand. He then reached out, pressing his damp hand against Hyunjin’s throat. The reaction was immediate—a searing pain that made the vampire tremble, his knees nearly buckling as his hands clutched at Mn’s waist for support.
“Ah-” Hyunjin gasped, his entire body tightening before a pleased sigh slipped from his lips. His skin burned where Mn touched, a deep, radiating sting that sent shivers down his spine.
Mn leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “You sure are something else, my love.”
Hyunjin could barely think past the pleasure curling in his stomach, past the way his body surrendered to Mn’s touch. He could overpower him in an instant, could pin Mn down and take what he wanted. But he didn’t want to. He never did.
No, what he wanted, what he needed, was this.
Mn’s control.
Mn’s patience, strength, and gentle but firm hands brought him to the edge of pain and pleasure.
And Mn loved giving it to him.
Loved that Hyunjin, a vampire feared by many, someone who could tear him apart effortlessly, was utterly powerless under him.
Mn pressed closer, his lips ghosting over Hyunjin’s pulse point, not that he had one, but the action still made the vampire tremble. Then, without hesitation, Mn bit down.
Hyunjin gasped, fingers tightening in Mn’s shirt.
There was no sharpness, no fangs sinking in, only blunt human teeth pressing into his cold skin. But it was enough.
Hyunjin moaned, his head tilting back as a delicious heat pooled in his stomach and he stepped closer, his crotch brushing against Mn’s thigh. The dull ache of the bite, the way Mn’s tongue soothed over the mark, sent shudders through his body.
“It's so pathetic, darling, how much you love this,” Mn murmured against his throat, lips trailing to Hyunjin’s jaw. “Being at my mercy. Letting me have you like this.”
Hyunjin could only nod, his breaths uneven and a whimper cutting through. “Y-Yes. Only you.”
Mn pulled back slightly, his fingers still resting against the raw, burned skin of Hyunjin’s neck. He studied him, admiring the flushed look on the vampire’s usually pale face, the way his lips were parted, desperate and waiting.
And Mn knew, Hyunjin would wait for him forever if he asked.
A vampire, centuries old, brought to his knees by a human.
Mn smirked, dipping his fingers back into the vial.
“Then let’s keep going.”
Hyunjin’s chest rose and fell with deep, shuddering breaths, though he had no real need for air. His body reacted as if he did, like a human overwhelmed by sensation, trembling under Mn’s touch. His skin still sizzled where the holy water clung to it, the sting so perfectly agonizing that he ached for more.
Mn took his time, looking down and swirling the bottle, watching the clear liquid swirl inside. He could see the way Hyunjin’s eyes tracked his every movement, pupils blown wide, lips parted as if he were about to beg for it.
Not that Mn would ever make him.
No, Hyunjin didn’t need to beg. Mn gave him everything, always.
With a knowing smirk, Mn lifted the vial higher and tilted it before tapping the bottom, letting it splash onto Hyunjin’s collarbone.
The vampire flinched, a sharp gasp slipping from his lips. The burn spread through his body like wildfire, pleasure twining with pain until the two were indistinguishable.
“M-Mn,” Hyunjin stammered, fingers twitching against Mn’s waist where he's still trying to ground himself, uncertain whether he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
Mn only hummed, leaning in, his warm breath fanning against the fresh burn. Then, deliberately slow, he dragged his tongue over the small wounds.
Hyunjin whined, morphing into a whimper. His fingers curled into Mn’s sleeves, gripping tight as a violent shudder racked his body.
Mn grinned against his skin, pleased. “Sensitive, aren’t we?”
Hyunjin whimpered. “Y-You kn-know I am,” Hyunjin panted, voice shaking. His head tilted back instinctively, exposing more of his throat, offering himself completely. It was something no vampire should ever do—showing such vulnerability. But with Mn, it was different. He wanted to be taken apart, dismantled, broken, crushed.
Mn splashed more of the holy water on his hand, sliding them from under Hyunjin's ear to his adam's apple. The vampire gasped, stepping impossibly closer against Mn as the burn spread through his nerves, white-hot and intoxicating.
Mn pressed a kiss to his lips, soft despite the cruel game he was playing, dominate as he forced his tongue past Hyunjin’s lips, licking into his mouth and grazing his tongue over one of Hyunjin’s fangs then biting his lip and pulling back. “You love this,” he murmured, his fingers never stopping their gentle trail over Hyunjin's collarbones. “You love it when I use your weaknesses against you, don't you?”
Hyunjin nodded frantically, his fangs biting into his lower lip. “I do~ I do, I love it so,” he admitted, voice breathy, desperate.
Mn kissed him again, firmer this time. His grip on Hyunjin’s jaw tightened slightly, grounding him. The vampire melted into it, pliant, his entire existence crumbling under Mn’s control.
And Mn? Mn thrived in this power.
It was intoxicating, knowing that he, a mere human, had complete dominion over a creature who could kill him in an instant.
A creature who wanted to be ruled by him.
Mn pulled back just enough to meet Hyunjin’s dazed eyes. He let his fingers trail back up, brushing over Hyunjin’s throat, the vampire shuddered as if he could feel the phantom beat of his still heart beneath his skin.
“You want another bite?” Mn asked, voice teasing.
Hyunjin nodded instantly, his hands gripping Mn’s waist. “Yes, god yes please~, Mn.”
Mn chuckled, dipping down once more. His teeth sank in, not sharp like a vampire’s, but blunt, human. And yet, it almost made Hyunjin keel over.
The vampire moaned, his fingers tightening as Mn’s teeth pressed into the already tender skin. He could still feel the burn of the holy water there, could still taste the lingering sting on his fingertips from the cross from earlier. It was a perfect cocktail of agony and euphoria, one that only Mn could craft.
Mn pulled back, licking over the fresh mark he left behind. His fingers brushed Hyunjin’s burning skin, soothing the pain with gentle touches.
“You’re mine,” Mn murmured against his throat. “All of you. Even the parts that should terrify me.”
Hyunjin shivered, nodding weakly. “Y-Yours,” he whispered. “Always.”
Mn smirked, dragging his nails lightly over Hyunjin’s chest, the part that his unbuttoned tunic showed. “Good. Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”
And Hyunjin, with a lovesick, breathless smile, let himself fall completely into Mn’s hands.
Hyunjin barely registered the world around him anymore. His legs trembled beneath him, his once-imposing presence reduced to something fragile, something weak. Mn had stripped him of his strength with nothing but calculated touches, whispered words, and the sting of divinity against his cursed skin.
And Hyunjin loved it.
Mn’s hands smoothed over his waist, steadying him, guiding him away from the fireplace. Hyunjin let himself be moved, utterly pliant as Mn led him across the room. His knees nearly buckled, but Mn was there, firm yet gentle, keeping him upright, making sure he felt just how powerless he had become.
By the time Mn eased him onto the couch, Hyunjin’s head was spinning. He collapsed against the plush cushions, his breaths coming in shallow pants, his fangs peeking out from his parted lips. His whole body was tingling, a thrumming anticipation curling in his stomach as he watched Mn move.
But instead of settling beside him, Mn walked behind the couch, disappearing from Hyunjin’s sight.
Hyunjin stiffened. His fingers twitched against the fabric, a delicious, dizzying nervousness spreading through his veins.
“Mn ?” he called, voice softer than he intended.
A chuckle.
“You’re on edge,” Mn mused, his voice floating from behind. “Good.”
Hyunjin swallowed, gripping the couch as he tried to resist the urge to turn and follow Mn’s movements. But before he could, Mn’s hands came into view with a chain, jump ring on the right, clasp on the left.
Mn also had something clenched in his fist. He slid the delicate chain around so the clasp was in the back, keeping his closed hand hovering over Hyunjin’s chest before releasing his hand from the pendant to place it between his collarbones.
And then, burning.
Hyunjin’s entire body arched off the couch as the pendant was touched to his skin, the metal cold but burning at the same time. The sting was immediate, radiating from the center of his chest like a searing brand. He gasped, a breathless, shaky moan slipping past his lips before he could stop it.
Mn laughed.
Low, dark, pleased.
Hyunjin barely had time to process it before Mn was leaning in, his lips brushing over his jaw. “You sound so fucking pretty when you break for me,” he murmured, dragging a finger over the blessed cross pendant before adding a bit of pressure and pushing down.
Hyunjin whimpered, his fingers clenching helplessly at the cushions as the holy pendant continued to burn against his skin, a constant, unbearable pleasure-pain that made his head spin. He wanted to rip it off—and at the same time, he never wanted it to leave him.
Then, sharp teeth, blunt but demanding, sinking into his throat.
Hyunjin shattered.
He choked out a desperate moan, his body going completely limp as Mn bit him. Bit him. The dull, human teeth pressing into his already raw, sensitive skin sent a white-hot pleasure shooting through his veins, so intense that his vision blurred at the edges.
But then, something more, something unexpected.
Pain. Real, sharp, cutting pain.
Mn had bitten hard enough to break the skin.
Hyunjin’s breath hitched, his mind melting under the realization. He was bleeding.
A vampire. A creature of the night, the hunter, the predator. And yet, he was the one bleeding. He was the one trembling under the touch of a simple human.
And it felt so fucking good.
Hyunjin let out a shuddering gasp, his body tightening before relaxing entirely, his hands moving from the couch cushions to rest weakly in his lap before pressing desperately against his embarrassing erection that strained against his slacks.
Mn licked over the wound, soothing the sting before pulling back slightly. His breath was warm against Hyunjin’s damp skin as he whispered, “Look at you. A vampire, helpless in my hands. Bleeding for me.”
Hyunjin could barely form words, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission. “O-Only you,” he finally managed, voice wrecked. “F-Fuck, only y-you, sir...Sh-Shit~”
Mn hummed, hand reaching over the back of the couch, fingers trailing down Hyunjin’s neck to the pendant resting between his collarbones. He pressed it deeper into the vampire’s skin again, delighted in the way Hyunjin’s body twitched beneath him and his chest pushes up into Mn’s hand.
“That’s fucking right, my love.” Mn murmured, lips ghosting over Hyunjin’s ear. “Only me.”
Hyunjin’s body felt like it wasn’t his own anymore. He was floating, drowning, burning, and melting all at once. The weight of the blessed cross against his collarbones sent waves of searing pleasure-pain through him, making his breaths come in soft, shaky pants. He should have hated this, should have feared the way his body responded to something meant to harm him, but instead, he was falling deeper, completely unraveling in Mn’s hands.
And Mn knew.
He could feel the way Hyunjin was slipping further into that intoxicating space where pain and pleasure became indistinguishable.
Mn smirked, his fingers trailing down Hyunjin’s chest, dipping into Hyunjin’s loose tunic, dancing over his pecs, palms dragging over his nipples, then sliding to his ribs, then reaching further over hyunjin to the smooth planes of his stomach. Every touch made Hyunjin shudder, over-sensitive, and overwhelmed. But Mn wasn’t done.
Not yet.
He pulled back and reached into his pocket, retrieving the vial of holy water once more. Hyunjin’s breath hitched when he heard the quiet pop of the cap being removed. His lips parted, a whimper caught in his throat, anticipation making him tense.
Mn chuckled darkly as he circled around Hyunjin to stand between Hyunjin’s legs. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
Hyunjin nodded frantically, his fingers gripping his pants like a lifeline. His whole body was shaking, every nerve buzzing in anticipation.
Mn tapped the vial over Hyunjin.
A single drop of holy water fell, landing directly above the blessed cross resting against Hyunjin’s chest then dripped down the side.
And Hyunjin shattered.
His entire body jerked, back arching violently, hips snapping up in a desperate, involuntary movement. A strangled, wrecked moan tore from his throat, his hands flying to press into his erection again.
The burn was unbearable, divine agony spreading through his body in waves, consuming him.
And yet, he loved it. So much.
The overstimulation was too much, too intense, making his vision blur and his mind go blank. He's so far gone he doesn't realize he is cumming in his pants.
His body trembled violently beneath Mn, every muscle tensing as the searing pleasureable pain overwhelmed him. And then, unexpectedly, his breath caught, his throat tightening as a sob tore from his lips.
Tears welled in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks before he could stop them. His body convulsed, overwhelmed, and utterly wrecked by the sensation crashing over him as he pressed his hands more firmly against himself as he jerked his hips more as he came.
And Mn watched it all unfold with a deep, satisfied smirk.
“My poor, pathetic predator of the night,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. He leaned in, lips brushing over Hyunjin’s trembling jaw. “Such a powerful creature and yet you’re crying for me, a mere human, and pathetically soiling your pants."
Hyunjin whimpered, another sob slipping free as his hips jerked again, his body unable to handle the intensity of what he was feeling. His fingers clutched at his pants with some of them tightening over his length for more friction.
But Mn wasn’t cruel, not truly. He shifted, one hand on the back of the couch, the other cupping Hyunjin’s flushed, tear-streaked face, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “Shh,” he soothed, though there was still that teasing lilt to his voice. “I’ve got you.”
Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his body slowly relaxing as Mn traced soft, grounding circles over his skin. The burn was still there, pulsing, lingering, but Mn’s touch made it manageable.
Mn pressed a kiss to his temple, whispering, “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Hyunjin could only sigh, exhausted, boneless, utterly gone.
And completely, hopelessly devoted to the human who knew just what to do to absolutely destroy him.
Big thanks to @succubus-hansol who let me bring their idea to a reality with our favorite secret vampire dumpling.
