☾ grouping: every member x afab reader, jungwon best friend
☾ rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst
☾ wc: 44.1k (to be updated with each chapter added)
☾ summary: after a drunken night of games y/n finds out that not only are all of Jungwon's bandmates monsters but that they all have a crush on her too.
or, y/n falling for and getting laid by each member who is a different monster with different kinks.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion.
☾ content warnings: aphrodisiac, altered state, y/n feels like she's been drugged, explicit sex, wax play, light choking and hair pulling, brief oral
☾ summary: Heeseung calls y/n to the studio to show her a new song he's working on. He thinks y/n is as beautiful as a piece of art and wants to show her what that looks like to him.
Or, Heeseung is a siren and uses his voice to seduce y/n and show her how good he can make her feel.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion.
It had been a few weeks since the night you got drunk and Jungwon told you everything. Jungwon had still tried to avoid the conversation when he could so you didn’t get much more information out of him. However, as you predicted, nothing had changed. Even with the confession, all of the boys continued to act the same. Sure maybe a little more handsy or flirty than before but nothing crazy.
It was late in the evening, you had just gotten out of the shower, the steam clinging to your skin as you reached for your phone. A notification lit up the screen, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw the sender's name: Heeseung.
Hey, are you awake?
You cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. It was unusual for Heeseung to text you in the evening like this. He was usually busy with practice or working on new music.
I’m awake. You okay?
As you waited for his response, you dried your hair, a towel wrapped around your head. Your mind raced, contemplating why he would be texting you like this suddenly and at this hour.
A moment later, your phone buzzed again.
Can you come to the studio?
A slight pang of nervousness hit you. Heeseung didn’t answer you if he was okay and normally his messages weren’t so short. Your hair was dry enough so you quickly changed into a tank top with a cardigan and leggings.
I’m on the way.
You texted him back, a sense of urgency hitting you as you left your house and locked the door behind you. The walk was only about 10 minutes and you quickly stopped by the convenience store to get some snacks and coffee for Heeseung. You knew he would appreciate the gesture, as he often spent long nights in the studio working on his music.
Once you got to the building you rang the doorbell and Heeseung buzzed you in. You headed to the elevator and quickly hit the close door button behind you. As you waited for the elevator to arrive on the right floor you thought briefly about how you could cheer Heeseung up if he was having a hard time. Maybe these snacks would help.
You headed down the hallway to the studio door and when you knocked Heeseung let you in.
“Hey!” You said a little bit out of breath from your walk and carrying things. When you sat down on the little couch you noticed that Heeseung was alone in the studio. “Where is everyone? Is everything okay Heeseung?” You asked concern in your voice was evident.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted you to hear something I was working on before I showed it to the rest of the guys.” He responded, closing the door behind you.
“Oh!” You nodded before giving him a sweet smile. “It must be something important to you. I’d be honored.”
He smiled back. His eyes trailed to the bags you brought with you. “What’s this?” He questioned.
“I brought you some coffee and snacks. I was honestly a little worried Hee, you don’t typically text me this late at night.” You responded, pulling the snacks and a canned coffee drink out of the bag.
The studio was a bit cramped. A small couch, a desk that held the music mixing equipment and Heeseung’s computer, a swivel chair, and then the mixing booth. Heeseung sat on the swivel chair in front of you. He took the coffee drink, popped the tab with one hand, and took a sip.
“I’m just fine. Better now that you're here though.” He said. When you met his eyes he was eyeing you up and down before he took another sip.
You couldn’t help but blush as his eyes trailed down your body. Your tank top was exposing your chest more than normal but you had just grabbed something that wouldn’t stick to your damp post-shower body.
Heeseung stood up and pulled a lighter out of his desk before using it to light a few candles around the studio. Heeseung preferred it to be dark when he sang or was working on writing something. You remember he had mentioned before that he didn’t care for artificial light either which is why he opted for candles instead.
“I hope you like it, I wrote it with someone I like in mind,” Heeseung said, a smirk on his face even though he wasn’t looking at you.
“I don’t think you’ve ever shown me something I don’t like Heeseung.” You complimented him in response. Then you sat back on the couch getting more comfortable while Heeseung went into the booth and put on his headphones. You assumed his comment wasn’t about you. He started the music and your ears were met with a slow sensual beat. You closed your eyes and listened as Heeseung sang.
My body is burning up because of you
My heart thirsts because of you
Like a fever, fever, fever, fever
His voice was so beautiful that it seeped into your ears like warm honey. The smell from the candles only heightened your senses as you listened. The smell was something like cedar, a comforting woody smell but with a hint of cinnamon. It was a nice smell. You wished that you could smell this sort of scent all the time.
I want to embracе you
I want to embrace you
Push me away but my firе still burns
Turn to ash but the flame still rises
You opened your eyes to find that Heeseung was looking right at you as if he was singing to you. You blushed, not realizing he had been watching you. A second after your eyes met his you felt your head spin. You leaned forward and clutched onto the couch to help stabilize yourself. You weren’t the type to suddenly get dizzy like this. Maybe the smell from the candles was getting to you. Heeseung continued to sing, the melodic tune washing over you. He was still watching you but he didn’t seem concerned.
Like a fever, fever, fever
I want to ache for you
I want to ache for you
Your body started feeling hot and tingly. You were worried you were getting sick suddenly, but you didn’t feel bad per se, just a burning sensation against your skin and a bit dizzy. If it wasn’t so sudden you argue that it felt kind of nice in a way. You lifted your head back up, and everything seemed to be moving a little bit slower than before. You looked back to Heeseung, he was still looking at you, watching you.
Don't stop
Yes, all day, all day burn me
Please stop
My sun, stop baby, oh baby
I beg you, do something, anything
His voice was like fire in your veins, every note he sang you felt like an electric pulse through your body. You felt an overwhelming feeling of desire, a craving for touch and closeness. You pulled off your cardigan, the heat becoming too much for you to handle.
You didn’t notice when Heeseung had stopped singing and exited the booth. You were still trying to understand why you suddenly felt so weird. He sat beside you and gently patted your head. His hand coming down to rest on the back of your neck.
“It’s okay, you’ll get used to it soon.” He said, once again glancing over your more exposed skin. “It’s not too much is it darling?” he asked looking at the goosebumps raised on your arms.
“Heeseung– what– what did you do?” you asked, head still spinning. The sudden pet name almost manages to go over your head. You wanted him to be closer, touching you, anything to help ground you. You grabbed onto his sleeve hoping it would help the feeling.
“I know Jungwon told you about us. But I noticed that nobody has had the guts to make a move on you yet. Unsurprising really.” He replied, insinuating that the other boys were weak or scared. “This is… just part of who I am. But you're okay, don’t be afraid.”
“You drugged me?” you asked, feeling even hotter now. That was the only thing that made sense in this situation. Or did it? How could he have possibly drugged you when all he did was light candles and sing to you?
Heeseung laughed before he placed a hand on your chin and pulled your face up to look at him. “I would never do that pretty girl. Don’t you remember what I said? I told you not to worry and that none of us would ever hurt you.” He reassured you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
That voice you had heard in your head at first the other night had been him. Now you felt crazy. A little scared and surprised by the way you couldn’t but help want Heeseung to kiss you. He was so close and you wanted more.
“Come here, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working on this.” He spoke up, obviously aware that you didn’t want to let him go considering you still had a death grip on his sleeve. The older boy pulled your arm gently to get you to let him go before he grabbed both your hands and helped you onto your feet. Your knees threatened to buckle below you as you followed him to the chair.
This wasn’t something you normally would ever do. Of course, you found Heeseung handsome but he was always so calm and mature. You never dared hit on him because all his flirting seemed like just something he’d say to make someone feel good. You were sure he had someone he was seeing or that he wasn’t interested in you. But then again you felt that way about all the boys before Jungwon’s confession. Why would they be interested in you when they could have any girl they wanted?
Heeseung guided you to the chair with care before he sat down. At first, you went to sit in his lap with your back pressed against his chest but he stopped you.
“Turn around.” He said, gently turning you by the waist. His tone was somehow soft but firm at the same time. You knew he wouldn’t tolerate any pushback you gave him, so you obliged his demand. Then he guided you to staddle him and sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and adjusted your hips which resulted in a quiet grunt from the older boy. You couldn’t help but press your face into the crook of his neck. Normally you wouldn’t be this bold but you just wanted to be touching him. The smell of his cologne only fueled the heat you felt as you breathed against his neck.
After a minute of listening to Heeseung clicking on his keyboard, he instead opted for filling the room with the sound of his humming. The vibrations against your face and the sound so much closer to you made you want more of him. Why was his singing making you feel this way?
You felt worked up, and hot. You just wanted him to touch you. It was almost subconscious when you made the slightest shift against Heeseungs hips.
He responded with a quiet “mmm.”, not giving you the response you had hoped for.
You pressed your lips against his neck, giving him a few small kisses. Maybe that would get him to react.
Again, there was almost no response from the older boy. Instead, he just continued to hum.
Your pussy was starting to throb. This whole thing confused you. You didn’t understand why you were so ungodly horny. You didn’t understand why your body was reacting this way. You sat there, contemplating between letting the feeling overtake you or maintaining the image Heeseung had always seen you as. At most, the boys had only ever seen you making out with a guy or in your bathing suit, besides the other night, nothing of this level of intimacy had happened between any of you. You were sure they saw you as a bit modest and shy, which wasn't necessarily true, but that's all you ever showed them.
You pushed your forehead into Heeseung’s collarbone in defeat before using your hips to grind into him.
“Oh, what’s this?” Heeseung teased as he stopped typing and placed his hand on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin where your tank top had risen on its own.
You huffed a bit. You were desperate for him to do something at this point, but he wasn’t giving you anything. But you were too stubborn to blatantly give up your still somewhat respectable appearance. You did the same action again, except this time, you could feel that he was getting hard underneath you.
“Darling, I’m not done yet.” he cooed, trying to act like your actions weren’t getting to him.
You couldn’t help but let out the smallest little whine. You felt him smile, probably a cocky one. Nonetheless, he continued with his humming and typing while you continued slowly grinding against him. His cock twitched in his sweatpants begging for more friction. You obliged, tightening your arms around his shoulders to get more leverage as you pushed harder against him.
This earned you another quiet grunt, followed by the sound of Heeseung’s laptop being shut suddenly. The noise caused you to jump.
“You’re lucky y/n,” he said, his voice much darker than before. “You’re lucky that I'm going to go easy on you since I’m the first.”
You felt his hand slide up your back and his fingers tangle into your hair before he tugged your head back suddenly. You squeaked, not expecting the sudden action nor the pain tingling across your scalp.
He looked over your face. It was red, flushed with desire. Your eyes were glossy and round, begging him for more. Mouth slightly parted as you processed his actions. He smirked.
“Look at you, so pretty and desperate for me already” Heeseung whispered, leaning into your ear “I should make you ride me right here like this.”
His hot breath tickled against you and sent shivers down your spine. His sudden change in demeanor was intoxicating and his words made you only want more.
Instead, Heeseung reached both hands under your ass and lifted you and himself from the chair before moving you to the couch. You clung onto him, not wanting to lose the feeling of his body against yours. He kept you on his lap, but this was more comfortable for the both of you than the swivel chair.
You looked at him, he too looked a little bit flushed and needy, not that he would admit that.
He reached up to grab the nape of your neck, and he finally gave you the attention you had wanted. He pulled you to him and kissed you. His kiss was much harder than the kiss at the party but it was still slow and drawn out. He kissed you passionately like he was savoring every single movement.
His hands found your lower back again but slowly started to push up the fabric. Then they roamed over your sides leaving trails of tingling heat behind them. The kiss deepened as Heeseung’s tongue licked its way into your mouth and you started to rut against him again.
“Fuck,’ He cursed as your clothed pussy rubbed against him. You could tell he was holding back because of the way his fingers pressed deeply into your sides, almost as if he was trying to ground himself.
You pulled away from him, briefly taking over the lead to reach your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it off. You looked over him, his muscles and toned body surprising you. You hadn’t expected his body to be so nice.
“Your turn.” He said after giving you a second to look him over. He lifted your shirt slowly over your head, keeping eye contact with you the entire time until he threw your shirt onto the floor.
Then his hands roamed the softness of your exposed body fingers gliding over your sides and under your breasts. He pulled you back down into the kiss before slowly kissing along your jawline and onto your neck. He sucked and bit on your neck not hard enough to leave any lasting marks but enough to elicit quiet whimpers from you. You ran your fingers through his hair earning a hum of satisfaction. As he continued to kiss your neck, you felt his hand travel up your back until it reached your bra, and in one smooth motion, he unclasped it.
Heeseung pulled back from you, still maintaining eye contact with you. “Can I see you, darling?” He asked, not wanting to do anything that you were uncomfortable with.
You nodded and let the bra fall off your shoulders and into your lap exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened quickly at the change in temperature earning a smirk from the older boy who was already admiring you.
“Wow y/n, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to knead the soft mounds in his hands. You blushed, suddenly feeling shy and exposed.
“Such a pretty girl.” He continued with his compliments, now taking your nipples in between his fingers. He played with them for a minute, rubbing them and pinching them causing you to shiver at the feeling.
He looked over your features once more, and seeing that you maybe felt a little shy or nervous he started to hum again. This time humming quietly while he leaned down to suck on your nipples. The vibrations and the sound cause that dizzying hot feeling to overtake you again. He continued like this for a minute, swapping between his fingers and his mouth before he gently pushed you over to where you were lying back on the couch.
You watched him as he stood up and pulled down his pants. Leaving him in just his underwear. His cock was hard and his underwear was wet where he had already begun to leak. He didn’t seem embarrassed by this and it only made you more aroused, knowing that he was just as worked up as you were.
“Please.” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them.
“Hmm? Please what darling?” Heeseung replied, leaning down over you and reaching his fingers into the band of your leggings. He kissed down your stomach as he slowly pulled your leggings down. He continued to hum between the kisses, the humming keeping you intoxicated and warm.
He pulled your leggings off, leaving you exposed except for your panties. You were so hot, but also the tiniest bit cold since his body wasn’t touching yours anymore.
“Have you figured it out yet?” Heeseung asked, stepping away from you momentarily to the other side of the room.
You couldn’t see where he had gone since he had disappeared behind your line of sight.
You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking, your mind consumed with just wanting him to fuck you already. “Hee,” you whined, “want you.” The second part came out much quieter than his nickname.
“Oh, I know you do pretty. But you just need to wait a little while longer. There was a pause before he continued.”You know how much I love to make art right?” He asked, voice now coming back closer to you.
You could only nod in response.
“Close your eyes.” He demanded gently. You did what he asked, shifting your thighs back and forth to give yourself some sort of friction, the heat and need unbearable between your legs.
“You’re so breathtaking y/n, that I can’t help but use you as a canvas.” He said, a smirk evident in his voice.
It was hot. Incredibly hot as it trickled down your chest, in between your breasts, and towards your belly button. You yelped, surprised by the sudden pain that quickly turned into pleasure.
And again, burning hot down your thighs, trickling over the edges towards the couch. You fidgeted, unable to hold back the surprised squeaks every time the feeling came.
You opened your eyes to see Heeseung standing over you, the pine and cinnamon candle that he lit earlier in hand. The red wax left hot trails across your body. He tipped the candle again, watching your face as the wax trickled inwards on your thighs towards your heat. He enjoyed watching your face squeeze up in pain followed by a wave of pleasure.
He continued this for a while, trickling hot wax across sensitive parts of your body while admiring you. By the time he was done, red wax that almost looked like a pattern of lightning or tree branches covered your body.
“There, now that I’ve painted my beautiful canvas, it is also up to me to ruin it.” He said, voice laced with a darkness that you hadn’t anticipated.
He placed the candle back on the table before inviting himself between your legs. He was quick to pull off your panties, not giving you a chance to be shy or nervous. It was obvious he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He admired your pussy. Using one finger to trace between your folds and tease your clit before running back down.
You gasped, begging him for more without asking.
He slipped one finger in with no resistance, and then a second. He was lacking the same patience he had had for hours beforehand. His eyes were full of a hungry lust.
You mewled as his fingers pressed into you, the feeling relieving your aching heat just a little bit. “Ah– Heeseung,” you moaned quietly.
He curled his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you, reaching for the spot he knew would have you squirming under him. He leaned forward over you, took one hand, and wrapped it around your throat. He didn’t squeeze enough to really choke you, but enough to make sure your attention was solely focused on him.
“Tell me what you want darling.” He said, speeding up his movements and purposefully hitting the sensitive spot over and over. His dark eyes peered into yours as he waited.
You moaned as your body tensed up to his touch, both hands coming up to grab onto his arm that was still around your throat. You could barely catch your breath with the way your body was tensing up, hips arching off the couch, but you knew he wouldn’t give you any mercy until you gave him what he wanted.
“Heeseung–ah– please,” you whined, little gasps coming out between each thrust of his fingers.
“Ah, so pretty for me honey, but not enough.” he cooed, fingers continuing their assault.
“Nngh– please Heeseung, please fuck me,” you begged, tears pricking at your eyes.
He chuckled, slowing his fingers down and watching you as you panted. He released his hand from your neck before pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth to clean them off.
“Good girl,” he praised, “I thought you'd never ask. All this time you’ve been trying to keep this side of you hidden from me. But look at how good you are, listening to me and doing what I ask. Do any of the other boys know you’re such a slut darling?”
His words overwhelmed you. Sure you weren’t a virgin, but you’d never done anything with the boys. Gotten off to the idea of fucking them before sure, but that was a secret that you kept to yourself. You never wanted to risk harming them by getting caught or hurting the bond that you had with them.
You shook your head, giving Heeseung an honest answer.
“I’m so lucky, getting you all to myself like this, even if it's just for a little while.” Heeseung smiled, the dark glint of desire ever present in his eyes. He pulled away from you again, standing up to take off his underwear. You watched as his cock hit the skin of his stomach. You found yourself surprised once again, his cock was bigger than you anticipated.
He pumped his length in his hand, running a finger over the head to smear the pre cum along his shaft. He looked so good like this.
With a sudden wave of desire and determination to earn more praise you sat up and replaced Heeseungs hands with your own. You stroked him a few times before leaning over and kitten-licking the top. You didn’t hear any reaction from Heeseung, so you decided to push it further. You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. When you sunk down on him you finally looked up at him through your eyelashes.
“Fuck–ah fuck,” Heeseung groaned as you took him into your mouth. You had caught him off guard and were rewarded by his surprised reaction. It took him a second to compose himself, his eyes opening to meet yours. He watched you for a moment as you bobbed up and down on his cock slowly. You could tell he was savoring the view and the feeling of your mouth on him.
Then he reached forward to run his fingers through your hair, an affectionate action before his fingers tightened around the strands and pushed you farther down onto his length.
“You’re so pretty like this y/n,” Heeseung cooed as he held you down on his cock, far enough down that you felt your throat starting to spasm around him.
You tried your best to not gag as he held you down. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. His words were gentle, but his actions were stern and dominant.
“You’re so good darling, showing me how badly you want to please me. But,” he paused before pushing you all the way down onto his length till your nose hit his stomach, “I don’t think you could handle it.” He whispered, before releasing you completely.
You choked as you pulled off of him, followed by a gasp for air and a few tears running across your cheeks. You hadn't been prepared to deep-throat him like that, but the action turned you on tremendously. How his words were so sweet but his actions only made you want to egg him on. To see how rough he would get with you.
Heeseung interrupted your thoughts as he leaned over to kiss your forehead before laying you back on the couch. He got on top of you and your heat clenched around nothing as you felt his cock slide against you.
“I’ve been wanting this for a long time y/n,’ Heeseung whispered into your neck as you felt him reach down. He ran his cock up and down your folds, sliding easily because of how wet you were.
You gasped at the feelings before reaching up to grab onto his shoulders.
He teased you like this for a moment, watching you carefully in between leaving kisses on your neck and jaw.
“Tell me you want me darling,” Heeseung urged, pushing the tip against your entrance.
“God– please Heeseung, I want you… so bad Hee,” you begged, raising your hips in an effort to coax him into you.
With your consent, the older boy groaned, slowly pushing himself into you. He rested a hand on your cheek as he did so, watching carefully for any indication of pain.
You leaned your head back, mouth parted in a silent moan as he bottomed out before slowly pulling back out and repeating.
He continued to fuck you slowly, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he thrust into you. Your fingers entangled into his hair, tugging gently which earned you a moan from Heeseung between kisses. Your tongues fought for dominance, and occasionally Heeseung took your bottom lip in between his teeth.
After a minute of this, Heeseung dipped his head back into your neck before speeding up his thrusts. He fucked into you faster and harder and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His thrusts brought out continuous strings of lewd moans from you.
You opened your eyes in surprise when you felt Heeseungs hand press over your mouth. “Your noises are so beautiful darling, and I so badly want to hear them. In fact, I wish all the boys could hear you moaning for me baby. I wish everyone in this building knew who you belonged to tonight,” he paused, taking a moment to peer into your eyes. “But I can’t have you letting the whole building know what we are doing in here hmm? That might get me in a bit of trouble.” He finished his thought with a quick raise of his eyebrow.
You could only nod in response as he continued his motions, a spring of tension coiling in your stomach with every thrust.
With his hand still over your mouth, you could only listen to the sound of his panting and quiet grunts. His voice was still beautiful even in this situation.
“Oh, by the way,” Heeseung spoke again suddenly, “I’m a siren.”
He removed his hand from your mouth and instead moved to pull your legs up to your chest so he could get a deeper angle. Gasps and whines left you in quick succession, this position only tightening the coil in your stomach further.
You were having trouble processing what Heeseung had just said to you and of course it was hard to believe any of what Jungwon had said was real but the new information gave you clarity on what made you feel so aroused tonight. Heeseung’s voice. It intoxicated you and consumed you and it was all at Heeseung’s will.
You moaned quietly at the idea of this. How he could get you so worked up with just his voice.
After a moment, Heeseung reached down in between the two of you and his fingers found your clit. He rubbed small circles as he continued to fuck into you harshly.
You dug your nails into his back and began to tremble from the overwhelming stimulation. You knew it wouldn’t take you that long to cum considering how worked up you had been. Heeseung knew this too.
“You know what that means?” He asked, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead slightly.
You shook your head, giving him a curious look in response.
“It means,” He smirked. “From now on, every time you hear my voice. You’ll be reminded of this moment. You’ll be reminded of how good I made you feel, and how desperate you were for me. How you trembled underneath my fingers darling.”
The idea of this sent you into a spiral of arousal, you heard Heeseung singing all the time. He practically never stopped singing. How would you ever be able to sit in on any of their practices or concerts? Heat rushed to your core at the images and scenarios in your head. You whimpered, a small pathetic noise of desperation.
“Heeseung,” you moaned as his fingers and thrusts continued. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the sound of you calling his name obviously getting to him.
You couldn’t hold back much longer and you knew he couldn’t either. His thrusts were becoming a bit sloppy and rushed.
His eyes met yours again, neither of you saying anything for a moment before you spoke up. Your orgasm was approaching quickly now.
“Heeseung, please, please don’t stop.” You begged, your head rolling back again as you allowed yourself to be consumed by the feeling of him fucking you.
He picked up speed with determination and he leaned down once more kissing the side of your jaw and then your ear.
“You’re so pretty y/n, I know you want to cum for me.” He said, his voice though not singing, sent that dizzy wave of overwhelming arousal over you again.
“Hee—hee, please.” You cried as you were thrown desperately toward the edge, the coil so tight you could barely breathe.
“Cum for me. Cum nice and hard for me darling. Show me how good you feel.” He all but commanded into your ear, his thrusts and fingers maintaining a slower but consistent speed and motion.
And you did. Unsure if it was from his voice or at your own will but you came hard. You came so hard that no sound escaped your lips, you were breathless, air stolen by the waves of pleasure as they cascaded over you. Heeseung fucked you through your orgasm and kept fucking you until you shook from overstimulation. Once he finally pulled his hand away from between you he was able to focus on his own climax.
His pace quickened, and your body still clenched around him, overstimulation causing tears to brim at your eyes.
“Heeseung,” you moaned, and it was lewd. You sounded almost straight from a porno and that was all he needed.
“Fuck—,” he cursed, surprised by what you had just done. His thrusts became uneven and frantic before he pulled out and came over your stomach. His quiet groans alone were almost enough to get you fired up again.
Your head was floaty as you watched him come down from his own high. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed happily. Then his eyes met yours and he looked so much different than before. He looked at you endearingly and lovingly, any sadistic dominance gone from his eyes.
He was quick to get up, grab tissues, and wipe you off. You looked down and saw the wax that still covered your body. That was going to be a pain to clean up but it was so worth it.
Heeseung helped you back into your clothes before he got back into his own clothes and settled back onto the couch sitting beside you.
There was now somewhat of an awkward silence as you didn’t know what to expect next. You honestly just anticipated that you would go home from here and it would be just like a one-night stand of sorts.
You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, a slight twinge of disappointment at the ideas your head was creating.
Heeseung grabbed your hand and laced his fingers in between yours.
“Y/n, I’m sorry. For being so quiet that is.” He said, obviously having sensed your anxiety. “I’m just honestly speechless. You’re so beautiful and I feel lucky to know you and get to experience and share a friendship and… this…with you.” His other hand motioned vaguely not sure what to consider your relationship at this moment in time.
You couldn’t help but smile at his words and nod in agreement.
The older boy took your hand and pulled you up. He grabbed your cardigan and helped you slip it on before leading you to the door and turning off the lights.
“Let’s go.” He said, hand still entangled in yours.
He grabbed a sweatshirt from a hook by the door and slipped it on pulling up the hood over his head. Then he pulled out two black masks from the pocket and handed one to you before putting on the other one. He looked over to you, his eyes showing a big smile.
“Where are we going?” You asked, having enough comprehension skills to realize that he was taking you somewhere and that’s why you both needed to have your identities covered a bit.
“Home of course,” Heeseung replied, pulling you out the door and closing it behind him. He led you towards the elevator.
“Oh—, Home?” You questioned. It wasn’t often that you went over to the dorms so late at night. Did he mean back to your place? The boys never came over to your place either and it definitely wasn’t in good shape for any guests.
“Mhmm.” He replied as the elevator doors closed. He was still holding your hand tightly, almost as if he was worried you might not want to come with him.
Truth be told, you were still feeling the post orgasm high and you didn’t really care where you went right now as long as it was with him.
He continued leading you outside of the building and when you made it outside he turned to head towards the dorms.
“The dorms?” You questioned. Obviously, you knew this was the likely answer but it somehow still surprised you.
“Yep!” Heeseung replied, not giving you anything more than short answers that way you couldn’t argue or try to change his mind.
“But Heeseung, uhm… why?” You asked. It was late, and coming over just to hang out wasn’t really the best idea. You’d need to leave soon before you got too sleepy.
He chuckled, his fingers squeezing yours for a moment. “I’m not going to just let you go home after that y/n. I’m not a fuck boy.”
“Well, I didn’t say that.” You replied, whacking him on the shoulder with your free hand. He laughed again and you wished you could see his smile instead of the mask.
The rest of the short walk was quiet except for the various sounds of isolated cars or chit-chat of other people walking around. The city truly never slept around here.
Heeseung unlocked the door when you arrived, finally releasing your hand before pushing open the door. The dorm was quiet except for the TV in the living room which was playing some sort of anime. You slipped off your shoes and cardigan welcoming the comforting warmth of the dorm.
Heeseung went into the kitchen to grab you both some water. As you waited you noticed that Jake had fallen asleep on the couch. You smiled and walked over to turn off the lamp that was shining in his face.
When you turned back around you jumped, surprised to be somewhat face to face with Jungwon. He was wearing a tank top and sweatpants. His muscular arms caught you a bit off guard as he normally never wore exposing clothes like that.
“J-Jungwon!” You whispered, trying not to wake up Jake.
“What are you doing here so late?” Jungwon asked, his brows furrowed a bit.
“Oh- I was just-,” you stammered.
Obviously, you weren’t going to tell Jungwon what you had been doing. But coming up with something else was impossible, your brain wasn’t awake enough to come up with anything quick enough.
“She came with me,” Heeseung spoke suddenly from behind you once again causing you to jump.
Jungwon looked at Heeseung, and then to you, and then back to Heeseung. Then Jungwon looked back at you and your skin prickled as you watched him eye you from top to bottom. The look in his eyes changed, but to what you couldn’t tell. His eyes stopped on your chest briefly before he nodded and his facial expression went back to normal. You flushed, Jungwon didn’t normally steal glances at you so obviously like that.
“Ah,” he paused his tone unreadable, “That’s good. I was worried about you y/n, showing up late like this.”
“Don’t worry,” Heeseung replied, “She’s safe with me Jungwon.”
Jungwon nodded again before walking away and into the kitchen himself. Heeseung handed you a glass of water before he took your hand again and pulled to towards his bedroom.
You were surprised, however, when Heeseung stopped and pulled you into the bathroom.
“I’ll grab you some clothes of mine you can wear to sleep in. I can shower with you if you want, or you can shower by yourself if you’d be more comfortable,” he said before turning to head towards his bedroom, “Oh, and use whatever shampoo or body wash you want, everyone has different tastes so there’s a few to choose from.”
You nodded and closed the door behind him. Processing everything that was going on was overwhelming but the idea of staying in the dorm made you feel a little giddy inside. You took a few sips from the glass of water before sitting it down on the counter.
Heeseung’s knock brought you out of your thoughts as he slowly opened the door. In his hand were some sweatpants and a T-shirt. He smiled at you before setting them down on the counter beside the glass of water.
“Do you want me to shower with you?” He asked. Heeseung’s eyes also trailed your bare skin. “You might need some help getting all that off.” He continued pointing to your chest.
You looked down and suddenly your face started to burn. How the fuck did you forget the wax! It’s not that Jungwon was looking at your tits but instead, he was looking at the wax that covered your chest and cleavage in tiny trails.
You looked back at Heeseung, the mischievous look on his face told you that he knew exactly what you were thinking about right now. But it was too late now, there was nothing you could do about it.
“I think that would be nice actually. Thank you, Hee.” You replied.
Heeseung was happy to help. He helped you undress and got the water going for you so you could get in and enjoy it for a moment while he brushed his teeth and undressed himself.
You let the warm water trail down your body washing away any other stress and anxiety you had about the situation.
When Heeseung joined you couldn’t help but admire him once more. The way his bronze skin glistened in the water as it cascaded over him. The older boy took your hand and placed it on his chest.
“Don’t be afraid.” He said quietly. You tilted your head confused but when you looked up and met his eyes you saw they were now bright blue with small slits in them. The blue color was so bright it reminded you of glaciers as they floated in the ocean. His skin twitched under your fingertips as small silvery blue scales pushed through his skin in various places the water was hitting.
“Oh—wow.” You responded, shocked by what you were seeing.
You looked up again and saw small spikey fins that had grown out from the tips his ears. Everything else about him stayed the same.
“Heeseung. You’re stunning.” You said, blown away by what you were seeing. When he released your hand you noticed that his fingers had become webbed too, obviously to help him swim if he was in the water.
He smiled. “You’re not scared right?”
“No not at all just… do you... have a tail fin?” You questioned, giving him an innocent but curious look.
The older boy laughed. “Of course I do. I can just control it better than my scales and fins. It would be quite awkward if I just grew a tail and fell over right now wouldn’t it?” He responded, chuckling again at the image he had created in his head.
You laughed with him at the scenario.
Then he helped you wash and made sure to get all of the wax off your body before also helping you wash your hair. You allowed yourself to be pampered by him even just briefly. You wondered if you’d ever get to see his tail and watch him swim.
After you both finished washing, Heeseung helped you towel dry your hair and get into his clothes before he took you along into his bedroom.
You chuckled as you watched the older boy flop onto the bed and tuck himself under the covers.
“Well, come here darling.” He said, patting the bed beside him and holding up the covers for you to get in.
You got into the bed with him and he opened his arms for you to get comfortable and lay on his chest. You were surprised by how quickly his siren features disappeared after getting out of the water and drying off. It was silent for a moment besides the sound of his heartbeat in your ear
“Are you sure this is okay?” You said, breaking the silence.
“What? Cuddling with me?” He questioned you.
“Well, just all of it.” You replied anxiously.
His arms tightened around you.
“Don’t worry to much y/n. Do what makes you happiest and we will all be happy. You should know that I will— well, we all will do everything in our power to keep you happy.” He replied, his tone a lot more serious now. You could tell he was being genuine.
You nodded, before leaning up to give Heeseung a kiss. Even though it was dark you could tell he was blushing by your sudden action.
When you laid back on his chest, he began to hum once again. Except this time, instead of arousal you just felt warm and fuzzy. His humming enveloped you in a soft blanket of safety and comfort. You felt loved and appreciated and beautiful in his arms, and you weren’t sure you’d ever want to leave them.
The warm cozy feeling Heeseung was creating for you was quick to whisk you to sleep but before you drifted off you wondered briefly how you had gotten so lucky to be sought after by this group of boys. You wondered if this was a dream and if you’d wake up soon. You wondered if you’d figure out what monsters the other boys were, and secretly you hoped you’d find out just like you did with Heeseung tonight.
☾ author note: thank you for reading! this chapter is arguably the tamest out of them all so please look forward to whats to come next! can you guess who is what monster?
☾ content warnings: dom jake!, explicit sex (unprotected), drinking, attempted assault (not jake), groping, semi-public sex, oral sex (receiving), clothed sex, praise, choking, abo dynamics, knotting, lots of cum, dubious consent, jake loses control and has to be stopped, heat/rut
☾ summary: Y/n goes to the club and runs into a man with bad intentions. Jake saves y/n from him, but runs away, making y/n think he's been leading her on.
Or, Jake is a werewolf and saves y/n on a full moon only to get sent into a full-blown rut. Y/n doesn't take him seriously and ends up finding out what happens when a werewolf loses control.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter four in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!
The beat of the music pulsed through your headphones as you pinned your hair back from your face, stray strands stubbornly doing their best to escape your grasp. Tonight's look was far from your usual; winged eyeliner, sharp and dramatic, extended from the corners of your eyes, giving you a cat-like appearance. Across your eyelids, you added a shimmer of purple glitter to catch the light and bring more attention to your eyes. Your outfit was simple, a tight black dress that accentuated your curves. Fishnet stockings, your favorite addition to any outfit, added a hint of angst to the look. You turned around in the mirror as you checked yourself over, looking for any details that needed to be fixed. A satisfied smile gracing your lips - you looked hot, and anyone who thought differently was blind.
A few days had slipped by since the day of the concert, a memory still fresh in your mind, twisting your stomach anytime you thought about it too much. You hadn't seen the boys since that night, and you hadn’t stopped by their dorms either. Their lives had become a whirlwind of interviews, photo shoots, performances, and other public appearances. You understood; the demands of their careers left little room for casual hangouts, and you didn’t want to become overbearing when they needed their personal space to relax and rest after their schedules.
Your phone had stayed quiet too, except for a message from your friend Kei inviting you to come out to the club this evening. It had been a while since you had gone out partying, but you never minded the escape. Some people might not like the loud music and dancing, but you found you quite enjoyed it. The shared energy, the rhythms, and the liberating sense of anonymity– it was a bit cathartic for you, really, an easy way to shed any weight you had been carrying, even if just for a few hours.
You grabbed a small clutch to put your wallet and phone in, then grabbed some of your favorite perfume and sprayed it on your wrists before dabbing it on your neck and chest. Then you headed out into the hallway, slipping on your black ankle boots and unlocking the door. The club, while not a long ride, was just far enough to warrant a taxi. You opened your phone and used an app to call for a ride. As you waited for the driver to accept your request, the autumn chill nipped at your exposed skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. Moments later, a notification chimed, confirming your ride was on its way. When the taxi arrived, you slid into the back seat, thanking the driver and looking out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the taxi sped towards your destination.
As you stepped out of the car, the rhythm of the club's bass line was already a faint echo in the night. You headed towards the club door, and you pulled out your phone to text Kei.
Hey, I’m here! Where are you? Meet you inside.
Above the entrance, a neon sign flickered, its various hues casting a colorful glow on the pavement: Club Moonstruck. It was a club that you’d been to several times with your friends, known for its lively energy. There weren’t any sort of strict policies to get in, so it attracted a wide variety of people. The dance floor was always a blur of movement, the drinks flowed freely, and for those seeking a more intimate experience, private karaoke rooms were available for rent. The bartenders were friendly, efficient, and always kept the peace, ensuring the good times continued without any disturbances.
You slipped your phone back into your clutch and headed towards the bouncer who was standing at the door, arms crossed in an effort to look tough. You smiled at him, pulling out your wallet to show him your ID. The bouncer's gaze swept over you, a quick assessment after verifying your identity, though his gaze lingered a bit too long on your legs. With a grunt of approval, he stamped your hand and nodded you inside. You mumbled out a quiet thanks before shoving your wallet back into your clutch and walking through the door.
The club was strangely crowded for a weekday, people dancing and drinking to their hearts' content. You checked your phone again and frowned slightly when there was no response from your friend. Although it was annoying that he hadn’t answered yet, you weren’t going to let that stop you from having a good time and finding someone to dance with.
You walked over to the bar, sitting down in an empty seat, and grabbed a seasonal drink menu pamphlet from in front of you. You looked over the drinks, trying to decide if anything sounded good. After a few moments, the bartender, a man whose easy confidence seemed to radiate from him, leaned over, a charming smile on his lips. "What are we drinking today, beautiful?" he asked, his voice smooth and laced with charisma.
You chuckled. You recognized the well-practiced compliment for what it was—a clever and effective tool of his trade, but you appreciated it anyway.
“Hmm, what would you suggest from this menu?” you said, flipping around the menu to face him. He smiled and put his fingers under his chin in thought.
“I think you’d enjoy this one,” he finally replied, finger pointing to a mixed drink called Sweet Venom.
“Sounds good, I trust your judgement.” You nodded and pushed the menu back towards him before reaching into your purse for your debit card. However, before you could hand it to him, the bartender waved it away.
"It was taken care of," he stated, his head tilting slightly as he gestured vaguely in the direction of the bustling crowd. He could have been gesturing towards anyone. It struck you as just a little odd, given that he had approached you almost immediately after you had taken your seat. You had barely had time to settle in. You shrugged it off, thanking him and fishing out your phone once more. You sighed, still no answer from your friend.
After a few minutes, the bartender brought over a small orange drink with a sugar rim. You thanked him once again before taking a small sip. The taste was a delightful surprise, sweet and well mixed; you really didn't taste the alcohol at all. Dangerous, you thought. You continued to
drink, letting the warm tingling of the alcohol soothe any social anxiety you were feeling and replacing it with a slight buzz.
A few minutes later, a voice, deep and a little drawn out, cut through the ambient chatter and music of the club. “Hey, pretty,” it said from directly behind you. You turned, a little surprised, to find a man you'd never seen before, smiling down at you. He was tall and undeniably handsome. “I saw you sitting by yourself and was wondering if you wanted to dance with me?” he continued, extending a hand towards you, his fingers long and inviting.
You took another glance at your phone, still no messages, before quickly downing the rest of your drink. The man was good-looking, and you were undeniably here for a good time, so you took his hand and let him walk you out onto the dance floor. When you reached an empty spot on the crowded dance floor, he let go of your hand and turned to face you.
“What’s your name?” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you even over the pounding club music, as you both started to slowly move to the rhythm. If you were completely sober, it might be a bit awkward, but thankfully, the buzz of the alcohol took care of that.
“Y/n,” you smiled, and then lifted an eyebrow at the man standing in front of you. “And what about you?”
“Hmm,” he hummed in response, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes raked over you slowly. “Whatever you want to call me, baby.”
You rolled your eyes. He was playing hard to get, a classic move coming from guys in the club. After seeing you roll your eyes, he laughed in response before taking your hand and spinning you around. The two of you continued to dance for a while, sharing small talk about this and that. Then he shifted, stepping behind you, his body pressing lightly against your back, and started to grind on you. You didn’t mind this; it was the normal, unspoken progression of dancing in the club with a stranger.
“Sooo,” he whispered, his voice a little too close to your ear, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, “What are you doing tonight then?” His hands, which had been resting casually on your waist, found your hips as you swayed to the beat, a possessive grip that felt a little too firm. You shook your head, the forwardness of this stranger, which had initially been a thrill, starting to be a bit of a turn-off.
“Hmm, not sure yet,” you replied, an indication that he was getting the wrong idea, that you weren’t as easy as he seemed to assume. His hands, ignoring your subtle cue, slid forward a bit, almost caressing your stomach, a move that felt less like a dance and more like an invasion.
“Oh, is that so?” he questioned you, his voice suddenly lower, with an edge that made the hair on your neck stand up. You tried to gently push his hands back down to your hips, a silent but clear request for him to back off, but he completely ignored your actions. Instead, with total disregard for your boundaries, he brought his hands further up your stomach, his fingers brushing against your ribs as they moved steadily towards your chest.
You tensed under his touch. You realized that this was a situation you really needed to get out of, and quickly, before it spiraled completely out of hand.
“I think you’ll be doing me tonight, kitten,” he spoke, his voice a low, predatory growl that sent shivers of disgust down your spine. Before you could even attempt to pull away from him, his grip on you tightened, as if he already knew you’d try to pull away. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a piece of meat like you.”
Suddenly, his hands were on your breasts, his grip rough and possessive. He squeezed them with enough force that you let out a sharp gasp. You were shocked that he would do something so intimate in such a public space and so confidently at that.
“Stop it,” you enunciated, trying to push him off of you, trying to get him to stop, but he only tightened his grip, pulling you back harder against him.
“If you know what's good for you, kitten, you'll stop making a fuss and be a good girl.” He bit out. His touch became more aggressive, fingers digging into your flesh.
“Let go of me!” You replied louder this time, hoping someone would be paying attention enough to step in. You struggled, twisting and pulling against his hold, but he merely scoffed before he hoisted you into his arms, your feet dangling uselessly above the sticky dance floor.
You kicked and pushed against him, but he was too strong. You didn’t understand why nobody even seemed to notice. Or perhaps, they simply chose not to. Every glance, every curious side eye, he met with a dismissive wave, painting you as nothing more than an unruly, drunken girlfriend he was taking home.
Fuck fuck fuck. The thought hammered in your brain as he moved swiftly, purposefully, towards the less crowded areas of the club – the bathrooms, the karaoke rooms. This isn't good. The further he carried you from the dance floor, the fewer and fewer people remained. This guy was a scum bag; he had done this before and knew exactly what he was doing. He was too strong, and none of your hits were even phasing him.
He rounded the corner into the hallway before slamming you against the wall without warning. The impact stole your breath, a choked cry escaping your lips as the air was knocked from your lungs. Stars briefly danced before your eyes.
“You think your cries are gonna stop me? I’m gonna put you in your place, you fucking pathetic slut.” The words were a venomous hiss. Then suddenly, he slapped you, the hit causing your skin to sting and your eyes to water.
“I said stop!” you shouted, pushing against him again, but his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall.
“And I don’t care. You shouldn’t have come in here looking like a piece of fresh meat if you didn’t want this.” He spat back, one hand pinning your arms up while his other slid down your body towards your crotch. A wave of fear washed over you. As his hand crept lower, you clenched your legs together tightly in a last effort to protect yourself, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut.
Someone, please, help me. You thought as his hand grabbed the bottom of your dress, a cruel grin splitting his face as he began to pull it upwards. The fabric began to bunch at your thighs; your panties would be visible now if anyone saw you.
Just as the fabric slid up your hips, a sudden, jarring movement shattered the stillness as you held your breath. There was a loud thud, followed by a grunt of surprise. You felt the man's grip falter, then release entirely. Your eyes, previously squeezed shut, flew open to witness a blur of motion. Another male figure, smaller but radiating fierce determination, landed a second blow to the side of the man's face. Your assailant stumbled, a guttural sound escaping his lips, before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
“No means no, you fucking asshole,” the younger man mumbled, his voice rough with anger.
Tears, hot and stinging, streamed down your face – tears you hadn't even realized were forming. The unknown man turned, and your gaze met his. It was Jake. His chest heaved, fists still balled at his sides, eyebrows furrowed in anger and disgust. But when he met your eyes and saw the tears fall from your cheeks, he softened before rushing towards you.
“Y/n.” he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of relief and alarm, before pulling you into his arms, “What are you doing here? Are you okay? Why are you alone?” He rambled question after question as he held you tightly in his arms. You sank into his embrace, the adrenaline dump making you feel like you could bust into a full-blown meltdown, but you didn’t, feeling grounded by Jake’s touch. He squeezed you, feeling the faint tremors that still wracked your body. Then, he fell silent, simply holding you, allowing you a moment to calm down. He waited for your breath to slow down, till your heart rate calmed.
After a minute, he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with worry, searching yours. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming.
“I’m okay, Jake.” You whispered, reassuring him, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you.”
He nodded, pulling you back into his chest. You felt him take a deep breath, also coming down from his own adrenaline.
“I’m always here y/n.” He whispered back, his voice a low, leaving a tender kiss on the top of your head. The scent of his cologne—a subtle blend of cedar and something a little spicy—filled your senses as you pressed your face into his chest. He ran his hand down your back in a gentle, comforting motion, a gesture that sent shivers down your spine before he took your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours in a firm, reassuring grip.
“Come with me. Let’s get away from this jerk before he wakes up,” he said, his eyes flicking towards the slumped figure of the man who was still passed out on the ground. He waited for you to nod before he gently pulled you away towards one of the many karaoke rooms. He pulled the door open and led you into the room before leading you to the couch that sat at the back of the small room.
You sank into the cushions and sighed. “How did you even know I was here? Why are you here, Jake?” You asked, trying to process everything that had just happened.
Jake chuckled a bit, a soft, almost shy sound, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m actually kind of a regular here,” he responded, almost sounding a bit embarrassed, a faint blush creeping up his neck.
“Oh? I didn’t know you liked clubbing?” you said, more like a question, adjusting your disheveled clothes and pushing your hair back from your face.
“Eh, it’s complicated.” He replied shortly, his gaze distant, and you could tell from the subtle tightening of his jaw that he didn’t want to go into more detail at the moment. So you left it alone for now.
When you looked back at him again, he was already staring at you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. In that moment, truly, for the first time that night, you could finally take him all in. Tonight, he was wearing a worn, dark leather jacket, the sleeves pulled up to reveal his strong forearms, with a plain black t-shirt underneath that subtly showcased the muscular definition of his chest. His ripped jeans clung to his long legs, and his usually neat hair was a mass of dark, curly strands, giving him an almost rebellious, untamed look. And his eyes… his eyes were a mesmerizing golden color you’d never seen before. He looked incredibly, unexpectedly good. You never saw him wearing such casual clothes, and yet, they transformed him, making him appear so edgy, so effortlessly cool, and well… undeniably sexy.
“Can… Can I hug you again?” He broke the comfortable silence quietly, his voice a little hoarse, his lip caught between his teeth again.
His request caught you off guard; it seemed random, but you nodded, craving his touch and warmth once more.
He reached his hands out to pull you up off the couch. As you rose, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. Instinctively, your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape. He pulled you even tighter against himself, as if he couldn’t get you close enough.
A comfortable silence fell between you, but it wasn’t awkward per se; you just weren’t used to Jake being so quiet. It was so different from his normal playful and hyper demeanor.
You felt the gentle weight of his head as he lowered it, settling into the hollow of your neck. Without conscious thought, you instinctively tilted your neck, offering him greater access. A shiver, both of pleasure and surprise, traced its way down your spine as his hot breath ghosted against your skin. Then, you felt the soft press of his nose against your neck. His breath hitched, a faint sound escaping him as he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin harder.
“Jakey–,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a blush blooming warmly on your cheeks. “That tickles.” It was funny and endearing in a way, maybe Jake just really liked the smell of your perfume.
“You just–you smell really good y/n.” He whispered back. His hand, which had been resting on your waist, moved to cup the back of your head, his fingers gently sifting through your hair. He pulled lightly, a soft tug that exposed even more of your neck to him. A tiny gasp escaped your lips at the unexpected sensation. Then, you felt his nose against your bare skin once more, a deliberate and unhurried movement that ignited a warmth deep in your stomach.
“By the way, your eyes are really pretty right now, Jake. I’ve never seen them that color,” you murmured, your own eyes fluttering closed as he continued his tender ministrations. Now, small, open-mouthed kisses were being pressed along the sensitive skin of your neck. You didn’t understand exactly what he was doing, but it felt good, and you enjoyed having him close.
Jake tensed abruptly, his body stiffening in your arms. Then, with a sudden, panicked movement, he pulled away quickly, taking several steps back from you, as if needing to create a significant distance.
“Jake?” you questioned, your voice laced with confusion. A frown creased your brow at the sudden lack of proximity and warmth.
His eyes darted frantically around the room, and he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Look.. y/n.. I.. you should go home.” He said, his voice sounded strained. “It’s not safe here.”
Your stomach twisted, and the sudden feeling of rejection made you feel sick. You didn’t understand. You took a step forward toward him.
“Jake, what do you mean? You’re here. I feel safe with you…. I want to stay with you, Jake.” You said the second part a bit quieter.
Jake, however, took another step backward, his body language a mirror of his words and he shook his head. "You can’t. Please just listen to me, you need to go home." His plea was urgent, almost desperate, his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.
Your mind spun, confused by everything that was happening. Had Jungwon been wrong about Jake? Had you been foolish to believe that he had feelings for you? The thought was a sharp stab of pain.
"Jake… I thought you… I thought…" Your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat. "I’m sorry, I guess I got the wrong impression." You mumbled, the words heavy with embarrassment as tears welled in your eyes again. Now, it was your turn to take a step back, your chest aching. You never handled rejection well, and this one hurt.
“Fuck.” Jake cursed under his breath, frustration evident, “Please just go home. I’m sorry.” His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you saw a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes. The golden color had intensified, burning with intensity. His face was flushed, a deep crimson that spread from his neck to his hairline, and his breathing was heavy. He looked upset, almost apologetic or guilty, before he turned away from you, swung the door open with a shove, and ran.
“Jake!” You shouted after him, immediately also rushing for the door and catching it before it shut. You saw him as he turned the corner, and you chased after him. You bolted past groups of people lost in their dancing and drinking, nearly running into anyone who walked into your path. You kept your eyes on Jake as he burst out the front door of the club. He had never done anything like this before, and it honestly scared you. Jake was always so clingy, so openly affectionate, and you rarely, if ever, saw him this distraught, this openly panicked. You were hurt and worried and still didn’t understand what was going on.
The bouncer instinctively moved out of your way as you streaked past him, his shouted warning to "watch out!" fading behind you. Jake was significantly ahead, a blur in the dimly lit street, but you could still just make out his retreating form. The dorms were only a few blocks away, but running like this, in the open, was incredibly risky for Jake, especially with the ever-present threat of sasaengs lurking around. He wasn’t even wearing a mask or a hoodie, the usual precautions they always took. Why was he willing to risk everything, his privacy, his safety, his career, just to get away from you in this moment?
Your lungs stung as you ran, and you struggled to keep up the pace considering your outfit and shoes. The night was a bit chilly, and the light from the full moon overhead cast distorted shadows on everything around you. You grew anxious as you ran, fearing that the man from the club would appear out of any alleyway and grab you, and that this time Jake wouldn’t be there to save you.
Jake please. You thought desperately, tears pricking at your eyes again. You didn’t want to be alone again after what had happened at the club, and the sudden rejection from Jake, the way he had abruptly pushed you away, made no sense. Your mind reeled, trying to grasp at an explanation, but there was none. "None of this makes any fucking sense," you muttered, frustrated.
When you finally made it to the dorm, Jake was nowhere in sight. You paused outside the front door for a second, leaning against the surface and catching your breath before you slowly turned the door handle. It was unlocked, which surprised you. You knew the key code, of course, but the door was never left unlocked. Something must be really wrong with Jake. This was not right, any of it.
You pushed open the door, and stepped into both darkness and silence. The lights were off, and it didn’t seem like anyone was actually there.
“Jake?” Your voice wavered as you called out, stepping into the dorm and letting the door close behind you. Your hand fumbled for the light switch by the doorway, turning it on and casting a warm glow across the room.
“Jakey, please…What’s wrong? What’s going on?” You called out again. You kicked off your shoes, letting them fall silently to the floor, and slowly, cautiously, stepped into the living room. The silence was unnerving, tension thick in the air as you waited for a response.
Then, a faint sound, a slight shuffle in the darkness, drew your attention. You spun towards the hallway. It was too dark to see him, but his eyes stood out almost as if they were glowing.
“Stay there y/n. Don’t come any closer.” Jake's voice, strained and unusually deep, cut through the silence. It was a command, not a request. He clung to the shadows of the dark hallway, trying to hide himself from view.
“Jake, I can’t take this.” You replied, voice pleading, taking another step forward, ignoring his command.
"No, y/n, you don't understand!" Jake shouted, his voice cracking with a raw pain that made you flinch. The sudden, sharp escalation of his tone was startling; none of the boys had ever raised their voice at you. “You shouldn’t be here. I can’t—,” he hesitated, his voice trailing off.
“Can’t what Jake?” You pressed, your voice breaking mid-sentence. Your chest hurt from all the strong emotions and rejection you felt. “You’re hurting my feelings, Jake. I like you… I don’t understand why you’re pushing me away like this… have you just been leading me on?”
From the hallway, you heard a low, frustrated sound, almost an animalistic growl, before Jake finally stepped out into the faint light of the living room. The sight of him stole your breath. He was shirtless, his skin slick with sweat as if he had just run a marathon. His face was still flushed a deep pink, and his eyes were glistening, watery, as though he too had been fighting a losing battle against tears. But as your gaze swept over him, it snagged on something else unexpected, the way his pants tented significantly in the front. Jake was massively hard. A blush, hot and undeniable, crept up your neck and across your cheeks at the sight.
"No, y/n. You just don't understand… It's the opposite," Jake finally managed, his voice still raw. He took another step forward, slowly closing the distance between you. "Every time I see your shirt rise up or your legs when you come out of the shower in just a towel, I can’t help but imagine your bare skin under my fingers. Every time I see you stealing glances at the other boys, I imagine how easy it would be to make you only be able to look at me. Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine. But what do you think will happen if I kiss you right now, huh?" His gaze was intense, burning into yours like a wild, barely controlled fire. "You won't be able to handle it, y/n. It is too dangerous. You don’t understand that I'm trying to protect you."
Your head spun; all of this was so confusing.
“Jake… I want you too,” you admitted, taking another step forward. “What are you so scared of? I’m not afraid of any of this, any of you.”
You watched as Jake’s jaw clenched and unclenched, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. He was fighting, truly fighting, to maintain his composure, his gaze warred between warning and desire.
“One more step and I won’t be able to control any of it, y/n. I don’t want to hurt you.” he stated, his voice low. He stood perfectly still, waiting and watching for you to make your decision. His eyes pleaded with you to leave, to choose safety, but his body was sending you a totally different, far more compelling message.
You knew that Jake would never hurt you. Jungwon had said that none of them would hurt you, a promise that echoed in your mind. And in that moment, standing before him, you wanted Jake just as badly as he obviously wanted you, perhaps even more.
You hesitated, but let yourself take one step, and then another towards him. He stood still, watching you silently, waiting until you were only a few steps in front of him. Then, in one swift and harsh move that stole your breath, he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the unforgiving surface of the wall. His fingers pressed harshly into your hips, a possessive grip that left no room for escape, and his mouth, hot and demanding, found your neck, immediately devouring the tender skin there with a hungry kiss.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he mumbled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words were a warning, but the way his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating from him, was an promise of exactly what you were getting into.
You whined, a soft, involuntary sound escaping your lips as the sensation of his hardened cock pressed against you, combined with the feeling of his mouth on your neck, quickly aroused you. He rutted against you, a slow, deliberate grind that spoke of his own barely controlled desperation and his hands left your hips to roam up your sides. With ease that made your breath hitch, his hands slipped under your thighs as he picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms securing around his neck, holding on as if your life depended on it. Now, his cock was pressing right against your heat, a scorching friction through the thin fabric of your clothing. Then he kissed you; it was feverish, urgent, and messy. His tongue quickly licked into your mouth as he continued to rut against you. The position had pushed your dress up gathering the fabric on your hips and leaving his cock to only be blocked by your fishnets and panties.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your chest. His piercing eyes, dark with a mix of desire and restraint, found yours, locking you in their gaze. “I’m really trying to hold back, y/n,” he said between kisses, his words ragged. His fingers pressed into your thighs, gripping them tightly as he continued humping you against the wall.
“Ahh– fuck– please don’t, Jake. I want you,” you moaned as his cock slid over your clothed clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to flash through you.
Jake let out another sound that sounded like a growl before he pulled away from the wall and walked you into the empty living room with ease. He lowered you to the ground near the back of the couch before he quickly grabbed your waist and turned you around, pushing you over the back of the couch.
You gasped, suddenly on your tippy toes and folded over the back of the couch, skirt hiked up around your thighs. The sudden change in position and dynamic caused you to blush as a surprised squeak escaped your lips.
You felt his large hands run up the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps as they went. He pushed your dress up and over your ass, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. He paused for a moment, and you could feel his eyes on you, admiring the view he had created. The air cracked with tension for a moment before you felt him grab your fishnets, and like it was nothing, he ripped them open, giving himself access to your panties.
“Oh–Jake..,” you said quietly, shocked and aroused by his actions. He was being much more bold than you expected, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach tightened at his actions.
“Gonna make you mine,” Jake responded through gritted teeth. It was like he could barely keep himself composed, letting his fingers trace over your heat through your panties.
“Jake, we can’t do this in the living room,” you panted, the feeling of his fingers against you causing your legs to tremble. “What if someone gets home?”
Jake just laughed in response, a sound that sent another shiver through you. It was a laugh that held no humor, only desire and possessiveness. Without another word, he pulled your panties to the side, exposing you completely, and quickly slipped a single finger into you, your wetness giving no resistance to his actions.
You moaned, head dropping forward momentarily, once again surprised by his actions. You never expected him to act like this. One finger was quickly replaced by two, as he began to move them within you, fucking them into you with a rhythm that was both quick and deliberate. You moaned again, the sound louder this time, less surprised and more consumed by pleasure. His long, slender fingers felt so incredibly good, stretching and filling you in a way that left you craving more. And as if he could read your mind, he gave you more, slipping in another finger with ease.
“Mmm, so wet for me already baby,” Jake said before you heard the soft rustle of fabric behind you, a clear indication that he was shedding the last of his clothes. Your mind was too consumed by the throbbing ache between your legs to turn and look at him. A desperate whine escaped your lips as Jake slowly withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness that had just been there.
“Don’t worry, pretty puppy, I’m going to fill you up,” he cooed, his hands gliding down the backs of your thighs, “You’re going to take all of me so well, I know it.” You jumped, a surprised shiver running through you, as his warm breath ghosted against your exposed heat. He was kneeling behind you now, his powerful hands gently spreading you open so he could devour you. His tongue was on you fast, aggressive, and he wasted no time finding your clit.
“Fuck Jake, “ you moaned, fingers digging into the couch as the sudden pleasure overtook you. Jake hummed in satisfaction behind you at your reaction. He ate you out as if it were his last meal, his tongue sparing no part of your swollen heat, licking and sucking with a relentless hunger that left you breathless. You were dizzy with pleasure as his tongue pushed into you, and then back out to find your clit again.
“You’re… so good at this,” you praised him, your voice a shaky whisper, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement of his tongue. You could feel Jake smirk behind you as he lapped against your clit over and over again. And like he knew it was coming, as soon as you started to reach the edge, Jake pulled away from you. You let out a desperate whine, not having expected to be edged.
“Not yet,” was all he said before you heard him stand back up. You began to push yourself up off the edge of the couch, to turn around and return his actions, to make him feel good too, but Jake’s strong hands pressed you firmly back down into the couch. Then you felt him line his cock up, stroking it against your heat. He slowly dragged his cock through your folds, teasing you and collecting your slick. You pushed your ass back towards him, a silent plea for more, and he let out another quiet chuckle.
“Want me so badly already? I knew it,” he whispered before slowly pushing himself in. “Good girl.” When he bottomed out, you couldn’t help but gasp; he was so much bigger, so much thicker than you had imagined, stretching you in a way that was both overwhelming and incredibly arousing. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, to acclimate to his size, before he picked up his speed, his fingers digging into your waist, holding you tightly in place as he began to thrust into you.
“Oh fuck,” was all you could manage as he fucked into you, thrusting deeply. The stretch was so good that your mind immediately went fuzzy, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure that shot through your body.
“God, you’re so tight. It’s not going to fit.” Jake groaned from behind you, his voice laced with satisfaction. His hands clamped onto your hips, anchoring you against him, intensifying every thrust.
“I– I can– take it.” you gasped between thrusts, each one stealing your breath. You couldn’t help wanting to take everything Jake was going to give you. You wanted to be good for him. To impress him.
“Oh puppy, I’m going to make you take it. I told you I’m going to make you mine. I plan to keep my word.” He replied, sounding a bit breathless himself.
You never really expected Jake to be dominant like this, considering his playful, somewhat cutesy nature he normally showcased. He was usually all teasing smiles and lighthearted banter, a contrast to the possessive, almost feral intensity he was showing off now. But the dramatic difference between the two aspects of his personality was incredibly hot.
Jake reached forward, his hand wrapping around your neck, not in aggression, but with a possessive strength that pulled you back flush against his sweat-slicked body. “Surely, you’ve figured out what you’ve signed up for by now, haven’t you?” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. You shook your head, unable to form a coherent thought, much less an answer. Between his harsh, relentless thrusts and the firm grip around your neck, you couldn’t find the words to respond, lost in a haze of sensations.
“Did you not even notice that today was the full moon? Don’t you know wolves like to hunt during the full moon? And I sure am lucky with what I’ve caught this time, aren’t I?” Jake chuckled, the sound vibrating against your back. He punctuated his words with a few lingering kisses against the back of your neck. “Should I show you what it feels like to be in heat? Make you feel the way I feel whenever I think about you too much?”
Your mind spun, trying to quickly process his words, but not getting very far. The pleasure of Jake’s cock filling you up, stretching you to your limit, was too distracting, too overwhelming. So you didn’t answer, your body responding instinctively by clenching around him even as your mind struggled to catch up.
“Damn, already so fucked out I don’t even have to mark you to make you desperate for me,” he spoke again, a low growl following when you remained silent. “Fine, I won’t, since you’re obviously not in a good headspace to make a decision like that right now. But you’re going to be a good little mutt and take my knot, won’t you, baby?”
“Knot?” you thought, the single word cutting through the haze of pleasure, a sudden jolt of realization. The puzzle pieces were finally clicking into place. Jake was a werewolf. You shuddered subconsciously at the undeniable truth, a mix of fear and exhilarating curiosity coursing through you. You knew a bit about them, of course, from TV and the myriad of stories you had devoured online. (looking at you, reader)
Jake’s tongue flicked out, tracing a hot, wet line down the back of your neck, following the crevice of your shoulder, lingering precisely where he would have marked you, where you now realized he had been scenting you earlier. He was teasing you, showing you exactly where he would claim you if you let him. You whined, the involuntary sound escaping your lips as his continuous, relentless thrusts kept you dazed and pliant, completely at his mercy.
He eventually let you fall back over the couch, his hands going back to your hips as he fucked into you harder. You couldn’t help the desperate and needy moans that slipped from your mouth over and over as he continued fucking you.
You were impressed by his stamina, how strong his thrusts were, and how long he had been going already. Your legs shook beneath you, the couch offering more support than they were.
Eventually, Jake’s thrusts began to slow, softening into a more deliberate, deeper rhythm, his breaths growing more labored. Your mind, once buzzing with the day’s anxieties, was now empty. Worries about anyone coming home, or about the earlier events of the day, had completely evaporated; it was replaced only by how good Jake was making you feel.
“Mmm, gonna fill you up, gonna make you mine,” he hummed from behind you. His fingers tightened possessively on your hips, pulling your body back flush against his over and over again.
“Fuck– Please Jakey,” You moaned in response, already totally spent.
Despite having read about them, you were still unprepared for the startling sensation of his cock seeming to swell and grow near its base. A sudden, intense stretching enveloped you, pulling you wider, deeper, in a way you hadn't thought possible.
“God– fuck–,” Jake cursed, pushing into you harder and harder with each thrust as he drew closer to his own climax. “Taking my cock like a bitch in heat. Such a good girl, taking me so well. So good for me.” His words tumbled out, rough and possessive.
His arm came around your hip, and his fingers found your clit as his knot slowly grew. The sudden pleasure, along with the intense stretch, was almost overwhelming; you knew you wouldn’t last long like this, and neither would he.
“J–Jake,” you stuttered, your voice breathless, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak with each deliberate thrust and the motion of his fingers.
The stretch was almost becoming too much, and Jake was meeting resistance as he pushed forward into you. He was close.
“Take it puppy,” he mumbled, his voice tight with effort, gritted teeth revealing the intensity of his struggle for control. “Gonna cum inside… make you so full, you won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” His words were a promise, a claim, that resonated through your entire being.
You whined desperately, a sound that was a complex mixture of emotions: the dizzying pleasure of your own orgasm rapidly approaching, the sharp, almost painful sensation of the intense stretch, and the powerful impact of Jake’s words.
Jake cursed above you again, his thrusts sloppy and uncontrolled, until the resistance became too much. He pushed into you hard, causing you to yelp, but once he was inside, the stretch of feeling so full was like ecstasy. Jake’s fingers continued with more focus as he came inside you, now unable to pull back out, his knot trapped inside you. The feeling of his cum hot inside of you threw you tumbling towards the edge. And when the sensation didn’t stop, filling you up even more than you could imagine, your orgasm hit you like a train.
“Good girl,” Jake groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction, as you convulsed and tightened around him, around his knot. You came so intensely that your vision tunneled, the edges of your world blurring into a single point, your entire body tingling with an almost electric energy. Your head spun wildly, even after Jake’s fingers finally stilled, and your legs trembled harshly. You were totally spent.
There was a soothing silence, the two of you catching your breath as he rubbed a hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. After a few minutes, you felt Jake’s knot start to soften inside of you.
“So good Jake.” You said quietly, breaking the silence.
A low chuckle rumbled from him, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine as his voice deepened, taking on a far darker tone than before. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” Then he withdrew his cock, and you felt the warm, slick release of his cum tracing a path down your inner thighs. A blush crept across your face, a flush of both heat and surprise at the sheer volume of cum trickling down your legs. Before you could say anything else, he rushed forward, pushing himself back inside, cock already hard again. You moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through you.
“Jake…” you tried to interject, your voice a little strained, “it’s too much.”
His movements were fast and relentless, thrusting into you again and keeping your hips firmly in place. “You can take it,” he asserted, his response clipped, unwavering.
“Jake—I can’t…” you pleaded, desperately trying to draw a full breath, the words catching in your throat.
You squeezed your eyes shut, tears threatening to spill as he continued to thrust. It’s not that you wanted to stop; it was just too much, too overwhelming. You were overstimulated, maybe even a bit raw from how hard he had just fucked you and the stretch of his knot.
“Jake.” A sharp voice sliced through the air; it came from the hallway where Jake had been standing just a little while ago.
His hips faltered for a second, but he didn’t stop. Instead, a growl aimed at the other person who spoke tore from his chest, a sound you hadn't heard from him before. It was aggressive, distinctly territorial—a noise that sent a ripple of unease through you.
“Jake. Stop it, or I’m going to make you stop.” The voice spoke again, closer this time. You finally managed to pry your eyes open, glancing towards the hallway. There, framed in the doorway, stood Ni-ki. His eyes glowed with an unnerving, bright pinkish hue, and he was wearing a dark hoodie pulled low over his head, paired with loose sweatpants.
You felt Jake’s hips hesitate again, though still not entirely stopping. “Fuck off,” Jake snarled, his voice now entirely devoid of its usual sound, replaced by a harsh, animalistic quality. Another territorial growl ripped from him, a warning, a challenge. This frightened you- Jake was no longer himself.
Ni-ki's intense gaze locked onto yours, and then his voice, calm yet urgent, resonated directly in your mind. "Close your eyes," the younger boy's command echoed as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt from his head, revealing his dark, slightly disheveled hair.
You instinctively obeyed, shutting your eyes tightly, bracing yourself. A sense of déjà vu washed over you, a strange comfort in the chaos, as if these surreal events were slowly becoming a familiar part of your life. A sudden crash shattered the silence, followed by the sensation of Jake’s body being violently yanked away from yours. Another guttural snarl, then a sharp yelp of pain, and more furious growling filled the air. Before you could process it, a strong, firm grip took hold of you, pulling you away from the cushions of the couch
When your eyelids fluttered open, Ni-ki was positioned protectively in front of you. He was now shirtless, but otherwise, his appearance remained unchanged. In front of you both, a magnificent, terrifying wolf stood, its size far exceeding that of any ordinary canine. Its eyes were the exact same shade of gold as Jake’s. Its teeth were bared, and its hackles raised.
“Jake!” Ni-ki’s voice, sharp and commanding, ripped through the tension, a seriousness in his tone you had never heard before. “You don’t want to do this!”
The wolf, which you now realized was indeed Jake, let out another low growl, though this time less aggressive. His massive body shivered, a tremor running through his fur, much like a wet dog shaking off water. He was trying to regain his composure, to shed the surge of adrenaline and aggression that had overtaken him.
“Listen to me,” Ni-ki continued, his voice softer now, laced with a plea. “You’ve already done too much. You were going to hurt her. You were hurting her. She said to stop.”
A low whine escaped the wolf, a mournful sound that replaced his aggressive demeanor. With a sigh that seemed to deflate his enormous frame, he lay down on the floor, his gaze still fixed on you, but the possessive, territorial edge in his eyes had finally softened. He watched silently, no longer a threat.
Ni-ki turned around to face you, giving you an apologetic and concerned look before he scooped you off the ground and into his arms and towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he gently sat you back on your feet and steadied you while your legs adjusted, still shaky from before.
“I’ll be right back,” Ni-ki said quietly before leaving the room. The moment he returned, he was holding a neatly folded bundle of clothes. They were clearly his: a large, soft-looking t-shirt and a pair of dark sweatpants.
You let out a small chuckle of disbelief. "Somehow, we are in this position again," you said, shaking your head slightly. The familiarity of the situation—him tending to you after a dangerous encounter—was both ridiculous and comforting. "Have you been here the whole time?" The question was hesitant, unsure if you truly wanted to know the answer.
Ni-ki simply met your gaze and gave a slow, noncommittal shrug.
The silence that followed was thick, only broken by the soft sound of the fan running in the bathroom. "Do you… need any help?" he finally asked, the question delivered with a surprising lack of awkwardness. He motioned subtly toward the shower stall with a tilt of his head. You felt an immediate, hot rush of color flood your cheeks. The idea of Ni-ki assisting you, of being that vulnerable with him, made a sudden shyness wash over you.
"I think I’m okay," you replied. As you spoke, your eyes betrayed you, flicking down for a quick, involuntary glance of Ni-ki's lean, athletic form.
When you snapped your eyes back up, a distinct, annoyingly smug look had settled on his face, a clear sign that he had caught you checking him out. He didn't comment on it, though. Instead, he simply offered a silent nod, turning towards the door, ready to give you the privacy you had requested.
"Wait–," you spoke up quickly, the word a small, urgent sound in the otherwise quiet room. You acted on instinct, reaching out and grabbing his arm to keep him from leaving, your fingers wrapping around the firm muscle of his arm.
He stopped, turning back to you with a slight, questioning arch to one of his eyebrows, waiting patiently for you to explain.
You dropped your gaze to the floor, unable to meet the intensity of his stare, suddenly feeling even more shy. "It’s... okay if you were here," you mumbled, the confession feeling heavy and significant. "I don’t mind." You quickly added, needing him to understand this wasn't a complaint. "But... how did you know?
He reached forward, his fingers lightly brushing your chin before gently tilting your head up, forcing your eyes to lock with his. His eyes flashed pink again, and his mouth didn’t move, but you heard him anyway.
“I said that I would protect you. I plan to keep that promise. The only reason Jake found you tonight is because of me. You called for me; he just happened to be closer than I was.” His voice was clear in your mind, “You should just be glad Jungwon doesn’t know about this. At least not yet, that is.”
You nodded, partly embarrassed and partly flattered. Ni-ki’s words, his commitment to your safety and well-being, made you feel something in your chest.
"You’ll be safe," Ni-ki continued, this time speaking out loud, his voice back to its normal, low tone, the pink fading from his eyes. "I’m going to take care of the dog in the living room." He pivoted, turning towards the door once more. You weren’t entirely sure what "taking care of the dog" entailed, but you knew enough about their world now to realize that he had likely dealt with creatures like this before. You let the conviction in his voice settle over you, trusting that whatever they did, everything would be fine.
Ni-ki closed the door behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone. You immediately reached for the shower knob, twisting it until a steady stream of hot water began to pour. You peeled off your sticky, ruined clothes, the fabric stiff with sweat and ripped in several places. Your eyes fell on the state of your tights, a tangled mess of torn fabric, and you shook your head at the damage before tossing them straight into the bathroom trash can. You allowed yourself a long wash, letting the scalding water work its magic, soothing the deep ache in your muscles and washing away the last bits of fear and adrenaline that had gripped your nerves.
“I hope Jake is okay.” You thought, frowning when you remembered the wolf’s sorrowful eyes. You knew he didn’t mean to scare you. He had warned you that he might not be able to control himself, yet you had still poked and prodded and pushed at his defenses.
Once clean, you grabbed the towel and dried off thoroughly before reaching for the clothes Ni-ki had brought. You immediately recognized the familiar scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric. They were, of course, enormous on you. The t-shirt hung down well past your thighs, effectively becoming a comfortable dress, and the sweatpants pooled around your ankles, requiring you to roll the waistband over several times. Despite the slightly comical appearance, the clothes were soft and comfortable. You took a final, deep, calming breath, then reached out and opened the bathroom door.
The apartment had settled into quiet once more, broken only by the faint, muffled sound of a conversation happening somewhere in the dorm—a hushed exchange you couldn't quite make out.
You stepped slowly down the hallway, closer to the conversation.
“Yes, she's fine, Hyung.” You heard Ni-ki speaking. “I took care of Jake. She… seemed to be having a good time until Jake lost control of himself.”
There was a pause. Ni-ki was talking on the phone.
“No, it’s alright. We will see you tomorrow.”
Silence.
“I know you’re there y/n.” Ni-ki spoke after a moment.
You crept out from the hallway shyly and into the living room, where Ni-ki sat on the couch. He smirked when he saw you in his clothes, nodding in approval.
“Cute.” That was all he said as you sat beside him on the couch. You looked around, but Jake was nowhere to be found. You found yourself frowning again, wishing you could reassure Jake that you were fine and that you weren’t upset with him.
“He’s in time out for the evening. But he said that he’s sorry and he’ll explain everything to you.” Ni-ki said, noticing you were looking for Jake.
You nodded, fatigue gripping your muscles. You couldn’t help but yawn.
“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Ni-ki said, standing up and walking away with his hands in his pockets.
You blinked, surprised, as he walked away, but you still got up and followed him. He led you to his room. It was clean, but a bit empty compared to the other boys' rooms. He motioned for you to get into his bed, and so you did. You pulled back the covers and got into the bed. There was a moment where Ni-ki just stood there watching you. You raised an eyebrow at the younger boy.
“Are you getting in?” You said quietly, patting the bed beside you.
Even though it was dark, you could see the tint of pink that cast over Ni-ki’s cheeks.
“Oh.. Yeah.” He said quietly before easing himself into the bed beside you. He lay back, facing the ceiling a bit awkwardly.
“Ni-ki,” you whispered, “Thank you… for everything really.”
He said nothing but nodded, still staring at the ceiling.
The comfort of the bed made you drowsy, and your eyelids started to get heavy. You turned towards him to lie on your side. As you dosed in and out, you felt Ni-ki adjust. You felt him turn towards you and tuck his arm underneath you. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on the top of your head, and held you close as you slept. To Ni-ki, there was no better feeling than protecting you and keeping you safe.
☾ author note: thank you for reading! Sorry for the long wait! My health has not been the best recently. Please comment below if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know how you enjoyed this chapter!
☾ grouping: dom! vampire/incubus jay x switch! vampire jungwon x sub! human afab reader
☾ rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst
☾ wc: 6.8k
☾ content warnings: vampires, jay is also an incubus, aphrodisiacs, tentacles ♡, lots of cum, seriously like so much cum, breeding, voyeurism, mutual masturbation kinda, technically has anal / anal play, orgasm control, slight degradation, very minor a/b/o themes
☾ summary: Jay catches Jungwon getting off in the middle of the night. He cant wait to get his hands on him and on you but he's got a special way of getting you both involved. Jungwon's angry and doesn't understand why you seem to be attracted to Jay all of a sudden. You just want someone to touch you already.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion.
Today was just like any other time that you stopped by your boyfriend Jungwon’s dorm on a weekend. Except this time some of the boys returned home to see their parents over the long weekend. You had stopped in to find yourself alone with just Jungwon and Jay. You were comfortable with all of his bandmates but your boyfriend tended to be a little shy around them when it comes to PDA. You decided it would be good to just watch some TV with them both until Jay decided to go to bed and then you and Jungwon could be alone. Jungwon was always more comfortable and cute when the two of you were by yourselves.
When you think back to the times that you've spent with Jungwon and his bandmates, you recall the few times that the boys had gotten just a little too drunk and you had learned that they were all monsters. Not bad monsters per se, but they weren't human.
Your sweet boyfriend was a vampire. He had been turned not very long ago so he still runs into many more hardships than the others. Sometimes he can't control himself well and the boys have to send you home for your safety. Jungwon would never hurt you, but they never wanted to take any chances when he hadn’t recently had an opportunity to feed.
Jay, the boy sitting on the lounge chair on the other side of the room, was also a vampire. However, he had been a vampire for a long time and had learned how to control himself and his powers so much so that it was originally impossible for you to guess what he was.
You hadn't figured out what all of the members were yet, though you had some ideas. Some of them thought it was a fun game to see how long it would take for you to figure it out. You only knew that you couldn’t come to the house on full moons and that you should regularly bring snacks or presents otherwise your things might start to disappear.
Jay had been worked up for days. Any time he was anywhere even relatively close to Jungwon he could feel his face flush red with arousal and embarrassment. He couldn't stop his eyes from wandering down the younger boy's slim figure. Especially if Jungwon was walking around shirtless. Jay couldn’t help wanting to run his fingers down the boy's abs and vlines. He couldn’t stop his eyes from getting stuck on the tent that Jungwon’s cock created in his sweatpants.
He shook his head trying to stop himself from having these lewd thoughts of his bandmate, yet he still couldn't stop his imagination from wandering about what the younger member had looked like when Jay had heard him whining.
He couldn't stop replaying that night over and over in his head. It consumed him, it was almost like he was addicted to the memory.
That night all the members were gone except for Jungwon and himself. He was in bed trying to sleep when the other came into their shared room for the night. Jungwon had called his name quietly, trying to see if the older boy was awake. For some reason, Jay decided not to answer fearing Jungwon would just pester him to take him somewhere for snacks or beg him for “just one round of a video game” with him. If that had happened Jay knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to the younger boy's sparkling eyes and pouty lips. Jungwon had gotten settled into his bed and played on his phone for a while. Jay had finally started to drift off to sleep until he heard a soft whimper from Jungwon’s side of the room. Concerned at first, Jay’s eyes shot open, but as he listened for a moment he realized that his first impression was a mistake. He could hear the younger boy's quiet moans and the gentle movement of his body against the bed. Jay’s senses automatically heightened in the dark so he could hear every whine, every gasp, every time the younger boy would whisper “Hyung.” into the pillow.
“Hyung.”
Jay’s cock twitched and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.” he mumbled. Quickly falling silent to make sure the younger hadn't heard him curse. He sat and listened but it wasn’t long before Jay couldn't control himself anymore. The older boy's cock was pulsing in his pants painfully. He couldn't stop himself when he started rutting his cock against the bed. He rutted slowly at first just trying to ease some of the pressure. Unfortunately for him, the pressure only got worse as he got more aroused and he suddenly found himself fucking into his hand. He couldn't help imagining the younger boy underneath him, his hand vaguely mimicking the feeling of what he imagined Jungwon’s hole would feel like wrapped around his cock. He couldn't believe he was getting off to his bandmate like this, but fuck it felt so good. He wanted to cum, he wished he could cum inside Jungwon instead though. He chased his orgasm, rutting slowly but harshly and squeezing his hand firmly, still trying hard to be quiet so the younger wouldn't hear him.
“h-hyung I- I'm going to cum.”
Jay’s hips stuttered. Jungwon was getting off to one of his hyungs? Jungwon was into guys? So many thoughts flew through Jay’s mind before they were interrupted by another moan.
“Jay Hyung…”
Jay’s eyes shot open in disbelief and shock. He covered his mouth with his other hand, he didn't want Jungwon to hear the way he was panting now.
“Hyung please… please don't stop.”
That was all Jay needed. He thrust into his hand roughly and shook as he rode out one of the strongest orgasms of his life. He pressed his face into his pillow to keep his noises silenced. Listening to the sound of Jungwon cumming only made his orgasm stronger, the aftershocks shaking him to the core. Jay felt his cheeks burning when he realized what he had just done, the feeling of his release dripping down his leg.
He listened as he heard Jungwon cleaning himself up. His roommate must have kept wipes inside his bedside table or something. Then Jungwon quietly got up to go to the bathroom and when he came back it wasn't long before Jay could hear the snores of the younger boy.
Jay followed these actions similarly, except he couldn't wipe himself off, so instead he did a walk of shame in his stained pants to the bathroom. In this moment he was thankful that it was just him and Jungwon at the dorms. If anyone caught him like this it would cause a conversation he wasn’t ready to have yet.
After that day, Jay had a hard time controlling his powers around Jungwon. While Jay did have heightened senses like every other vampire, Jay was different. He was a mixed breed. Half-vampire, half-incubus. He was bitten at a young age and had learned to manage both parts of his breed. His specialty was that he could make anyone feel the sensation of tingling anywhere on their body just by being in the same space as them. He could control the sensation even without seeing the person. His bites were like an aphrodisiac, which was common among vampires, but being half incubus made his bites so much stronger than normal. He could also knock people unconscious with his bite, rendering them immobile for a short time.
But there was one thing that made him the most different. The thing he had been nervous to share with his bandmates, and a conversation he wasn't sure he was ready to have yet. He was afraid that his friends would make fun of him or think he's weird. Jay had tentacles. They were black and smooth, all of them varying in size. He could control them, but they also had a mind of their own, hungry for sex twenty-four-seven. Jay would occasionally have what you could call a rutt or heat, suddenly getting an overwhelming desire to fuck and breed someone. Usually, he would simply just find someone at a club to take care of his needs and then leave them unconscious in a hotel with a fuzzy memory. He didn’t like doing that, it made him feel a little gross, but at least that always seemed to do the trick for him.
So here he was. Sitting in the same room as you and Jungwon, two lovebirds who wanted nothing more than for him to leave and give them alone time. The pheromones dripping from you and your boyfriend caused Jay to be on edge. His cock gets aroused at every new wave of smell. He bites his lip as you adjust your body, your legs parting under the bottoms you wore. He could smell your arousal too.
Truthfully, you couldn't help but be aroused, not only was Jungwon wearing grey sweatpants and a tight-fitted shirt allowing for his slim figure to be on display but when you arrived at the dorms Jay had just gotten out of the shower. Towel loose around his waist, skin glistening, abs on display, and hair wet. You couldn't help but blush at the sight when you almost ran into him. Jay was so undeniably pretty—perks of being an incubus of course.
Jay had had enough of this. He decided he wanted to have some fun. The pheromones of lust and arousal were overwhelming. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you and your boyfriend senseless, and he knew just how to do it.
You smiled at Jungwon as he wrapped his arm around you on the couch. Your boyfriend was so warm and he always smelt so good. You snuggled into his side as you watched a movie with him and his roommate. Jay sat across the room, occasionally glancing at the two of you. You noticed this small detail but didn’t think much of it.
You were focused on the movie, comfortable and warm by Jungwon’s side. That was until you started to feel this strong tingling sensation traveling slowly from your fingers up your arms and around your shoulders and then down onto your chest. The sensation traveled around your chest until it was fully focused on your nipples. Your face turned pink. What the hell was going on? Why were your nipples so hard and sensitive all of a sudden? It felt like someone was running their fingers across your nipples over and over and occasionally pinching them. You wiped your hands down your chest causally, trying to not draw attention to yourself but also trying to stop whatever this sensation was. However, the feeling still didn’t go away.
Jungwon peeked down at you when you moved and was aroused at the sight of your hard nipples poking out of your shirt. He quickly looked away, trying to keep himself from causing a problem in his sweatpants. You cursed yourself for not wearing a bra today. Although, you honestly never really did because you knew these boys in the house wouldn’t mind, and of course Jungwon wouldn’t deny the view.
The feeling slowly rose until it was around your neck causing your breath to hitch. It felt like someone was choking you, but not enough to hurt you. It felt as though someone was teasing you. Tightness around your neck just enough to make you breathless but not enough to make you whine. Once again you, albeit hopelessly, adjusted your jewelry in the hopes of getting the feeling to subside.
Then the feeling traveled down to your thighs nice and slowly leaving a trail of heat as it went.
Jungwon could feel your body warming up. He watched you curiously out of the corner of his eye not sure what's gotten you all worked up.
When the tingling was tracing your heat you couldn't help but begin to squirm a bit. The feeling was running along the outside of your panties and then over your clit. Teasing at your entrances one at a time and then back up to your clit. Despite how tightly you closed your legs the feeling just wouldn’t stop.
Your face was red as you moved around next to Jungwon, trying to get more comfortable.
Jungwon, despite being a younger vampire, had many powers of his own, most of them common for vampires. His senses were heightened, especially in the dark. His bite had a strong aphrodisiac ability as well, and he knew this because of an incident involving another band member. Jungwon is also particularly good at noticing changes in pheromones, smells, and small temperature changes. And right now, he was almost drowning in the smell of your arousal. But, it wasn't just you. He could smell it coming off of Jay too.
Jungwon didn't know what Jay’s powers were. All he knew right now was that here you were next to him, pouring out pheromones while Jay was smirking and radiating heat like crazy.
It makes him jealous. Jungwon knows Jay is up to something. Especially when the older one looks over and Jungwon catches the golden glint in his eyes. Jungwon looked away when their eyes met, his jaw clenching on its own accord.
Jungwon was pissed, he didn’t understand why his bandmate was messing with you like this and why you were so responsive? Was there something going on between you two?
Suddenly, Jungwon stood up and grabbed your arm. “Come with me,” he said quietly but sternly. Then your boyfriend was pulling you harshly towards the bathroom. He pulls you through the threshold of the door and closes it before he lets you go. The red in his eyes frightened you but you knew that he wouldn't hurt you. Well, Jungwon had never let you be around him when he was hungry and unable to feed, but you're sure that that's not what this is. You had never been bitten by him before, or at all for that matter. The red in his eyes you had seen before, but this color… was a little different than normal. You could tell he was upset.
Jungwon however, can't control himself too well considering the overwhelming smell of arousal. His cock was already straining against his boxers.
Before you even had a chance to ask him if he was okay you were being pushed up against the wall Jungwon’s hand grasped your chin tightly before tilting your head to the side. His breath was heavy, he was almost panting against your neck.
“Won?! What are you doing?” You squeaked out, his tongue already gliding across your neck. The sudden sexual act catches you off guard and sends a chill through your body.
“Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, baby. But God damn, if you want to fuck him so bad, then maybe you should!” he hissed. You were speechless. You didn't realize that he was able to tell how aroused you were but, how did that have anything to do with Jay? Your thoughts were racing but then the sudden realization of Jungwon’s words hit you. You only had enough time to grab onto the sides of his shirt and close your eyes before his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of your neck.
He bit you.
It hurts at first. It hurts to the point that you whine and attempt to push Jungwon away trying to get him to stop, but he’s too strong. Especially when he's angry like this. He only tightens his grip on your chin as you feel the pain shooting through your body.
The pain is followed quickly by a coldness that sends a chill through your body. It feels like your blood is icing over. The chill frightens you, worried he’s going to drink too much. That you’ll pass out. That he won't be able to stop. “J-jungwon.” you stammered.
But then there was no more pain and the coldness fades, and then… heat. Jay’s tingles are no longer touching you but this heat that is starting to radiate throughout your body is almost worse. Your skin is on fire. Slowly burning from your neck to the tips of your fingers and around your body until your whole body is on fire. The heat pulses through you. Almost in what seems like an instant, you want nothing more than to start rutting against Jungwon.
The heat reaches your pussy and you whine, again you tried to pull away from Jungwon. It feels as though someone has placed a vibrator on your clit, in your pussy, and in your ass all at the same time. Strong enough to keep you on edge but not enough to make you cum. The feeling slowly built you couldn't stop your legs from shaking underneath you and you bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. Then Jungwon releases you, turns around, and walks out the door.
You stand there confused. You’re not sure what’s going on and still not sure what any of this had to do with Jay. All you know is that you had somehow upset Jungwon, and now you were ragingly horny because of his bite. You needed to get rid of this feeling before things get out of hand. Why did Jungwon biting you turn you on so much? Why did he just leave you in here all alone like this? You stood there for a minute trying to gather yourself, the vibrations and arousal so overwhelming that you needed to just stand for a minute to adjust, maybe throw some water on your face.
When Jungwon goes back out to the living room, Jay sits beside him, and the older boy looks concerned. “Is everything okay Won? Are you feeling alright?” He asked.
Jungwon rolls his eyes at him and doesn’t answer, the ground becomes much more interesting than everything else.
That’s when Jungwon feels it. The tingling down his spine and up his thighs. The feeling caused his cock to start to throb in his pants.
The younger boy shifts in his seat starting to break a sweat. Did his bite backfire? How could that happen? Jungwon’s heart starts to race now too, confusion lacing his brows.
The tingling feeling reaches his cock and travels up to the tip causing Jungwon to let out a small squeak. Shifting again he tries to adjust himself, leaning over briefly. Jungwon is partially aware of the fact that Jay is still sitting there waiting for an answer.
Now the feeling is traveling slowly up and down his cock mimicking the feeling of his hand when he's alone. Then a second feeling reaches to a place he’s never really explored before. His face is red and he squeezes his eyes shut, his hands gripping tightly on his sweatpants.
Jay can only smirk at the scene in front of him. Watching his work on his bandmate with satisfaction. Jungwon was cute so flustered like this.
“Wonie? What’s wrong?” He asks, playing dumb to the situation he very well knows that he is causing.
“Hyung I just.. I don’t..” Jungwon can’t even get a sentence out. Jay thinks it's pathetic, but he likes it this way. Jungwon’s cock is growing harder by the second and he tries to cover the tent in his sweatpants. He’s embarrassed and ashamed by how hard he is with Jay sitting right next to him watching him.
Suddenly, he remembers everything that had just happened when the smell hits him again. The whole reason he had gotten up in the first place. His head shoots up just to meet Jay’s golden eyes and pretty fangs only visible because of the stupid smirk plastered across his face.
“H-hyung?” Jungwon stutters looking at Jay with wide eyes.
The tingling feeling abruptly goes away as Jay gets up and walks away into the kitchen. Jungwon's cock, however, is harder than ever.
Jungwon notices you coming back into the living room. Your face is flushed and you're barely able to keep yourself up.
“I need to get some water.” You say quietly when you catch Jungwon’s gaze. The heat between your legs and the friction of your shirt against your nipples causes you to get wetter and wetter with every step.
As Jungwon watches you turn into the kitchen he finally realizes what’s going on. Jay is doing all of this. He’s the one working you both up.
Jungwon has never done anything sexual with Jay. Sure they had kissed once or twice and sure there were stolen glances but nothing other than that. Why was Jay doing this? What was his goal?
Jungwon's cock throbs again at the idea of Jay purposefully turning you on. The idea of Jay’s teeth pressing into your neck. The idea of Jay’s teeth pressing into his- wait. Jungwon shook his head trying to shake the thought away. He shouldn’t be thinking of his hyung like that.
A vampire can’t drink from another vampire to feed. But.. would his powers work on Jay? Does the older boy have more powers? Could Jay make him feel the way Jungwon made you feel?
Jungwon shuddered at that thought. Why was he thinking like this?
He gets up and walks toward the kitchen but comes to an abrupt stop when he finds Jay with his body pushing yours against the wall. Jungwon froze, eyes wide and unsure how to process the visual in front of him. Jay’s mouth is on your neck, but he wasn't biting you, only kissing your collarbones gently. However, that sight was enough to cause Jungwon to let out a tiny whine.
You on the other hand. Didn’t want Jay to stop. You wanted his body closer to yours. You wanted his mouth on your neck, on your chest, everywhere and anywhere. You wanted him so bad and you couldn’t control it. Your knees were buckling underneath you as desperate whines and gasps fell from your mouth. He continued to kiss and lick your neck, and you could feel the shit-eating smirk on his face the entire time.
You weren't prepared when Jay’s teeth sunk into you. But unlike the pain that Jungwon’s bite gave you, you felt nothing but pleasure this time. So much so that you felt so fuzzy and hot and there were stars in your vision. You grabbed onto Jay’s arms to try to keep yourself upright, and he pulled you in tighter supporting your weight. After another moment your ears started ringing and your vision faded to black. Then heard nothing but the sound of your heart and you felt yourself falling.
Jay turned to face Jungwon, his eyes completely changed from his regular brown color. Jay licked the blood from his lips as he stared at the younger boy. Jungwon immediately got chills, he had never seen any of his bandmates completely “unmasked” like this.
Jay was now carrying you. He carried you past Jungwon saying nothing to him as he took you into their shared bedroom. He laid you down gently on his bed before turning back to Jungwon who had followed quietly. Jungwon was taken aback by the scene and a little nervous. He wasn’t sure if Jay was angry. Honestly, he wasn't sure what was going on at all. He had no idea that Jay was this capable with so many abilities.
“Hyung…” Jungwon said again, “What… why are you doing this?”
Jay chuckled, walked up to Jungwon, and turned the younger boy’s head up to look at him. Jungwon looked him in the eyes and nearly collapsed when he felt Jay's hand press against his cock.
“I just wanted to play with these two pretty little toys and I’m honestly I’m tired of watching you two flirt and you not getting laid already.” Jay shrugged. “Plus, I wanted to show you how you made me feel the night you came saying my name while you thought I was asleep.”
Jungwon's face was red and burning with embarrassment but he was so hard and it took everything in him to not rut against his hyung’s palm. “You heard me?” he said quietly, not sure if he wanted the answer.
“Every. Single. Word.” Jay whispered back, purposefully annunciating his words into his roommate's ear.
Jay grabbed Jungwon and pushed him onto his bed. The same bed where Jungwon moaned his name and begged him to cum. Jay was on top of him before he could process what was happening. His wrists were pinned above his head with the weight of Jay’s body. He pushed against Jay but Jungwon was much weaker than him.
Because of his arousal, Jungwon accidentally bucked up against his bandmate while he was trying to push him off. At that moment, Jungwon felt how hard Jay was too. Jay’s cock was rock hard, and his cock pressing against his Hyung’s cock created an intense desire to continue to hump against him.
Jay leaned down, his breath tickling Jungwon’s ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Do you want me to make you feel the same way you made y/n feel? Do you want me to turn you into nothing but a fuck toy? A useless fleshlight where you won't be able to cum without my permission and I can use you as long as I want to?”
Jungwon could only stutter, the older boy's words causing his head to spin. Everything was happening so fast. Jay licked Jungwon’s neck eliciting a moan that he had only had the pleasure of hearing once before when Jungwon thought he was asleep.
All Jungwon could think about was how hard he was, how badly he wanted to fuck you senseless, and how badly he wanted Jay to fuck him too. Anything to relieve this pressure. He was so hot and so horny he didn’t know what else to say other than a pathetic “please hyung” in response.
Jay smirked against Jungwon’s skin, “Good boy Wonnie. This will only hurt for a second. You trust me, right baby boy?”
Jungwon nodded before he even realized what he was agreeing to. When he understood what the older boy meant, it was already too late. Jay’s teeth had already started to sink into Jungwon’s skin.
The pain was excruciating. It was worse than anything Jungwon had ever felt. Jungwon let out a cry in pain as he gripped Jay’s arms his nails digging into the skin. Jay let go of one of the younger boys' wrists to gently stroke his cheek. It was reassuring to Jungwon as he knew that Jay didn't mean to hurt him.
It was his cry that awoke you from your bite-induced slumber. You looked over in your half-dazed state to find your boyfriend and his bandmate on top of each other on the other bed. You whined at the erotic sight but you couldn’t move. Jay’s bite had rendered you temporarily immobile. But it had only made the heat in your body 100 times worse if that was even possible.
Jungwon felt tears picking at the corner of his eyes as Jay’s teeth tore his skin. Jungwon never thought getting bitten as a vampire by another vampire would hurt this bad. He just wanted it to stop, he was starting to panic from the pain.
Jungwon was quickly distracted from the pain when he could feel his sweatpants being removed. But how? Jay still had one hand on his wrist and the other running through his hair.
His sweatpants hit the floor. That's when he felt them. Heavy, and damp, dragging lightly across his skin before reaching around the hem of his underwear and beginning to pull.
Jungwon started to panic again, this was all becoming so overwhelming. His flight or fight caused him to push against Jay again to no avail. What the hell was touching him? What was going on? But he couldn’t move. At this point, Jay’s bite had started to affect him. The cold damp lengths dragging along the skin on his legs felt hot and his cock felt as though it was getting harder with every second to the point where it was almost hurting.
He felt a tightness starting to coil up in his abdomen that made him feel desperate. He couldn't help it when he started to rut against Jay, losing all of his self-consciousness and just chasing release.
Jay smirked again before pulling off of Jungwon's neck. Jungwon was dizzy, everything was hot and the walls were spinning. “Take your time, you’ll get your share when you can get up,” he said.
Then Jay was gone.
The older vampire had made his way back to you. “Look at you pretty girl, so worked up and desperate for me.” He cooed at you for looking so needy on Jungwon’s bed.
Jay was shirtless now, his body glimmering because of his sweat. He was only in his boxers and fuck you wanted him so bad. You could see how hard he was and how badly his cock was leaking and you just wanted him now.
You were able to move now with the help of Jay assisting you. The first thing you decided to do was kneel in front of Jay. Surprisingly you did so without any nervousness about Jungwon. At this moment you just wanted to please Jay. You just wanted something, anything. You pulled Jay’s underwear down in a hurry and you can hear him hiss at the temperature change.
But when you place your lips around his cock you could hear him curse in satisfaction. “Fuck, baby. What a good girl.” he sighed in contentment. Then he placed his hand on the back of your head and slowly started thrusting into your mouth. You were worried about choking but you didn't care. It felt so good. You just wanted to please and be pleased.
While Jay fucked into your mouth you felt something reaching up under your shirt. It was cold, and damp as it rubbed up against the skin of your stomach, inching slowly higher and higher.
You jumped, but Jay’s grasp was too tight for you to go anywhere. Not that you wanted to anyway.
“I won’t hurt you. They won’t hurt you.” Jay said quietly, slowing down his thrusts as he looked down into your frightened eyes. His eyes were sincere. Then you saw them. Several slender black tentacles reached from around Jay’s back.
You were still scared but you trusted him not to hurt you and you couldn’t help but want to keep feeling more as the first tentacle slipped around your nipple. Pinching it ever so slightly, and then rubbing against it over and over again.
Then you felt another, gliding along your leg, up your thigh, and under your skirt until it was playing at the hem of your panties. It teased you, causing you to spread your legs open wider. You wanted it to touch you.
You whined on Jay's cock, causing him to groan and thrust into your mouth harder.
Jay wouldn’t be able to last much longer, and he knew that since he had gotten himself so worked up just from arousing the two of you.
You felt the one tentacle slip into your panties. It traced your heat up and down, you felt how slick it was but were unsure if it was from yourself or the tentacle.
Jay gripped onto your hair and started to thrust hard and fast. You started to choke a bit, tears running from your eyes. You wanted to brace yourself on Jay’s legs but found your wrists suddenly trapped behind your back. Tentacles twisted around them keeping them tightly in place. You whined again.
“God, fuck-” Jay cursed. The tentacles distracted you from the uncomfortableness of choking, causing you to tremble at the overstimulation.
Nobody had noticed Jungwon had gotten up. He was watching as Jay fucked your throat. Jungwon’s cock was dripping with pre cum.
Jay didn’t realize he had gotten up. Jay didn’t hear Jungwon come up behind him and he shouldn’t have cum as hard as he did when Jungwon whispered into his ear.
“Please Hyung.. cum for me Hyung”
But he did. Jay came harder than he ever had, thrusting into you harshly as you gagged on his cock. He groaned and let his head fall back as his cum ran down the back of your throat.
When the older boy came to a stop, it was only a matter of seconds before he picked you up and placed you back onto the bed. Your panties were practically ripped off as soon as your back hit the sheets and Jungwon watched in awe while Jay's tentacles started to work on your body. One length was teasing your nipples, pinching and flicking before going to the other one. One immediately teasing your clit, slowly circling it to keep you on edge. Two more pulling your legs open to keep you from closing them even if you were overstimulated.
You whined as one tentacle slowly teased your entrance. It pushed into you nice and slow, going deeper inch by inch as it released its own lubricant. You felt so full already. Your whines echoed through the room as the overstimulation from the tentacles caused that coil in your stomach to tighten. It still wasn't enough, you wanted more. You needed more.
Jungwon couldn’t wait much longer, he thought he might cum untouched just watching the scene in front of him.
So he got onto the bed, crawling between you and Jay, and got on top of you. He seemed completely unfazed by the tentacles as he leaned down to kiss you. His kisses were passionate and sloppy. Jungwon’s tongue acted as another tentacle as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Jay’s tentacles still worked on you underneath him, unbothered by the smaller boy’s weight. A tentacle instead found its way to Jungwon. Teasing at a place that Jungwon had been too shy to adventure in on his own.
He was flustered, but he let the tentacle adventure. He trusted his hyung as the tentacle slid around his balls, and then pressed gently against his rim. The foreign feeling elicits an erotic moan from your boyfriend. Jungwon whined into your mouth and you whined back, running your fingers in his hair and pulling gently.
The tentacle inside of you felt so good. Not big enough to make you feel fucked out but enough to make you want more. You wanted more. Jungwon wanted more. Both of you so caught up in insatiable lust.
“Fucking hell baby girl.” Jungwon cursed at the sight of how already gone you were. Jay’s tentacle removed itself from inside you and it was quickly replaced by Jungwon’s cock.
There was no pain as he slipped right into you because of how wet you were. And as soon as he was sure that you were okay, he lost all control. He fucked into you harshly and didn’t hold back. The tentacles that had wrapped themselves around your legs, pulled them up so Jungwon could fuck into your deeper. Another tentacle found its way to your asshole and began to fill you up inch by inch from there.
You began to feel so full that with every thrust you felt yourself getting closer and closer but not close enough.
Jungwon was shaking. The tentacle had lubricated itself and found its way inside Jungwon, teasing and prodding around inside of him. Jungwon had never felt this feeling before. He trembled at the fullness as the length pushed in and out of him with every thrust. The tightness in his core built quickly too.
Jay was hard again, a tentacle jerking him off slowly as he watched his work.
Jungwon was fucking into you relentlessly, and so deeply too. You moaned over and over as you found yourself being taken in both holes. Jungwon’s cock and the tentacle taking turns ruining your holes. The sight of your boyfriend so sweaty and desperate to please you but also to cum himself was euphoric for you. He looked so incredibly beautiful like this.
It was when the black length found Jungwon’s prostate that the younger boy started cursing. His stomach was so tight. He was so on edge. He was cumming… but he wasn’t… he wasn’t cumming… he was stuck, right on the edge.
And with those thrusts and his noises and the tentacle rubbing your clit you found yourself in the same position. The coil in your stomach is as tight as it could go. But you couldn’t get over the edge.
Jay reeled in the pleasure of watching you both chase your orgasms that wouldn’t come without his permission.
Then Jungwon remembered what the older boy had said before, he wouldn't be able to come unless Jay permitted you.
With tears in his eyes, he cried out desperately “Jay hyung please let me cum, please.”
Jay’s eyes rolled back into his head as he neared his second orgasm. His tentacles began to throb alongside his cock. He had entered a rutt without realizing it. “Fuck.” Jay cursed.
Jay was going to have to breed you or else his rutt wouldn't go away. He bit his lip as he allowed his tentacles to take over.
“Jay please,” you whimpered, a quiet beg for release alongside your boyfriend.
And with that, Jay no longer had any control. You squeaked when the tentacle that had been playing with your nipple suddenly found its way into your mouth. It fucked deeply into your throat keeping you quiet. Then you felt warmth traveling down your throat, the tentacle was cumming down your throat. Then there was heat as the length in your ass started throbbing, and suddenly you felt it filling you up too.
Jungwon was experiencing the same thing as you as his own tentacle began to breed his ass, filling him with cum. The tentacle began to hit the younger boy's prostate causing him to cum with a moan. Jay had let him finally cum, and you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of your boyfriend's cum inside your cunt.
You suddenly felt a wave rush over you as Jungwon cried out in pleasure. You were so close to cumming, shaking, and grabbing onto him as you neared your release. He moaned your name as he fucked into you, but as soon as he was done and you felt him slip out only to be replaced by one more tentacle.
This tentacle was a bit different, it was thicker and ribbed and you could feel it pulsing. You looked to Jay who was watching you as he chased his final release.
Jay bit his lip and you watched as he came all over the tentacle who was jerking him off. That was all you needed to finally reach the edge, but as you were orgasming you felt a heaviness and fullness that you had never experienced before. Your ass was full of cum, the tentacle in your mouth had filled your stomach with cum and now, you were being filled to your limit. Jay was breeding you. His cum mixed with your boyfriend's filled your abdomen leaving you leaking all over the sheets. You cried in pleasure as the heaviness took over.
You don’t remember much after your orgasm. All you remember is Jungwon carrying you to a bath and Jay washing your hair before bringing you back to bed. You were pretty sure you saw Jay washing Jungwon as well but you weren’t 100% sure because you were in such an almost high state of euphoric bliss.
When you woke up the next morning you found yourself being spooned by Jungwon while laying in Jay’s arms. You looked down to find that your stomach was no longer full… there’s no way that was all a dream right? You pouted slightly at the lack of fullness.
You heard a small chuckle and looked up to find Jay looking back at you. “Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ll breed you as many times as your little body can handle it.”
You blushed, embarrassed that he had caught you pouting.
“But for now, let’s rest more. I’m enjoying these cuddles.” He said and he smiled and closed his eyes. And with that you felt Jungwon’s grip on you tighten as you fell back asleep feeling safe and comfortable in your boyfriend's arms. Maybe when you wake up again you'd have two boyfriends instead of one.
☾ content warnings: blood, light blood play, biting, hickies, oral fixation, explicit sex, oral sex giving and receiving, riding, y/n on top, lots of making out, fainting, yelling, jungwon gets angry, ni-ki subplot, jungwon subplot
☾ summary: Y/n feels bad that Sunghoon is at the dance studio by himself and brings him dinner. Sunghoon shows her the choreography he’s working on and can’t stop thinking about what she might taste like.
Or, Sunghoon is a vampire and shows y/n what it feels like to be bitten and how good his mouth is in more ways than one.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter two in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!
The insistent buzzing of your phone jolted you awake, its vibrations starkly contrasting to the peaceful slumber you'd been enjoying. Groaning, you blindly reached for the device, your hand fumbling across the cool surface of the bedside table until your fingers closed around its smooth edges. You brought the phone to your face, squinting at the bright screen through sleep-fogged eyes. An unfamiliar number glared back at you.
Fucking spam callers. You thought and with a sigh of resignation, you let your arm fall back onto the mattress, the phone landing beside you with a soft thud. You stared up at the ceiling, the darkness punctuated only by a thin sliver of light peeking through the black-out curtains.
Hold on. Oh my god. Heeseung’s room? It all came rushing back to you like a sudden splash of cold water. Everything that had happened the night before and how you had fallen asleep in the older boy's arms. Heeseung wasn’t with you now, though. You looked around the room. He wasn’t playing on his computer either. The keys of the keyboard slowly pulsating through the colors of the rainbow.
You pulled the covers to your face, the soft fabric brushing against your nose. You wanted to remember the cedar smell of the night before, and sure enough, his blankets carried a similar scent. The smell sent a warm shiver through your body. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he wasn’t here. You had no idea when he had left, and you had no memory of him slipping out of bed while you slept.
You lay there for a while, contemplating what to do next. You picked up your phone and scrolled through your notifications, none of which included a message from Heeseung. Truth be told you were just avoiding going out into the living room. You didn’t know if you were ready for the raised eyebrows and incessant questions from the other boys. They’d be able to tell why you had stayed the night, especially considering the clothes you were currently wearing didn’t belong to you. The thought brought another small pang of loneliness that Heeseung was gone.
But it’s not like any time would be better than now, so you begrudgingly pulled your body out of the warm bed and took an extra minute to fold the sheets back and make sure it was made for Heeseung whenever he got home. You also grabbed the now empty water glasses to take to the dishwasher. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself once more, before pulling the door open. You stood there momentarily while you listened out into the apartment. It was quiet, the only thing you heard was the sound of the dehumidifier humming in the living room.
Then you slowly walked towards the living room before peeking around the corner and to your surprise, nobody was there.
A wave of relief washed over you at the realization that the boys might have had a schedule today and that you didn’t have to try to explain yourself right now. You took the glasses to the sink, rolling your eyes when you saw how many dishes had been stacked up. Seriously, why can’t they clean up after themselves, you thought. Since it seemed as though nobody was here you decided to do what you had already done many times before and clean up around the dorm.
You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered to last night as you rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. You couldn’t help the thought’s of Heeseung’s soothing voice and the way he took you on the couch. You couldn’t help it when your mind wandered to the other boys, one by one as dirty scenarios and “what ifs” came tumbling over and over through your thoughts. This became especially prominent as you wandered through the dorm, picking up discarded clothes and throwing them into the hamper to be washed. Each boy's individual colognes sends new pulses of warmth and curiosity through you. Your mind was so active with these thoughts that time flew as you did other chores for them like sweeping and vacuuming the rugs. Eventually needing a break, you flopped onto the couch, laying back and resting for a minute.
Apparently, you were still a bit tired; you knew it had been longer than you anticipated when you were woken up by the sound of not-so-quiet whispering. If that’s what you would really call it at this point.
“She stayed the night?” you heard Jake from nearby.
“What’s it to you?” A defensive response from Heeseung.
“Everyone shut up and leave her be! She cleaned up after your nasty asses so just let it go.” Jay spoke from above you, scolding the other guys for their bickering.
You felt your face heating up, the sudden attention on you a bit flustering. You decided to continue to lay there for a minute with your eyes closed, hoping that they would go away. Maybe they would go into their rooms and you could sneak out the door without them seeing you.
Out of the blue, a hand grazes across your forehead, pushing your tousled hair out of your face. You opened your eyes slowly expecting to see Jay or Heeseung. But instead, you were met by your best friend's gentle eyes. Nevermind about sneaking out.
“Won?” You said quietly, admiring the boy's deep brown eyes as he looked back at you.
“Hi.” He responded with a slight smile. “You fell asleep here?”
You sat up, scratching your head in embarrassment. “Heh, yeah, I guess so. I didn’t mean to.” You chuckled, embarrassment flushing your skin.
Jungwon just nodded. “It’s okay, nobody minds! Are you feeling okay though? Oh, and you really don’t have to clean up after us, you know.”
“I know.” You smiled back at him, “I don’t mind it. It makes me feel better knowing that you all are taken care of.” You never wanted the boys to take on any more stress than they were already dealing with. And you knew a clean home would help even if they didn’t want to admit it.
He was quiet for a moment, his eyes made it obvious that he was thinking about something. The slight furrow to his brow is an easy giveaway.
“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and hang out if you want.” He said after a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets.
“Oh? What are you guys having?” You asked, looking over to see if the head chef, Jay, was standing in the kitchen or not. He was, but he was just sitting at the table playing on his phone.
Jungwon chuckled uncomfortably as he rocked back on his heels, his hands still shoved into his pockets. “Uh, I don’t know yet.”
You snorted and shook your head. They really wouldn’t make it without me huh?
“Jay, do I need to go to the convenience store for anything?” You called out, turning at the waist and peeking over the back of the couch.
Jay smiled and looked up from his phone to you. He thought for a moment before answering. “Yeah actually. I need some more vegetables. Coming with me?”
You nodded, standing up from the couch. You definitely needed some fresh air after your mid-day nap.
You quickly grabbed your cardigan and put on your shoes along with Jay before he followed you out the door.
“Hey. Don’t forget.” He called out behind you, a mask in hand.
“Oh, thanks.” You responded, taking the black mask from him and looping the hoops over your ears.
Jay put his mask on too, and pulled his hood over his head before leading the way to the store that you had stopped at last night to get snacks for Heeseung.
The walk was quiet. Jay wasn’t much of a talker when it was just the two of you, but his presence was safe and comfortable. You could tell that he kept peeking behind his shoulder to make sure you were still caught up with him. You knew that if you needed something Jay would be there without question. You have always felt the safest with Jay, besides Jungwon of course.
Once you got to the store, you helped him pick the vegetables, flipping them over in your hands to look for bruising and then you grabbed some soju for the boys to enjoy as well. You would always buy it for them because if they got caught buying soju on their own it could be a bit of a scandal.
The walk back was quiet as well except for some idle chit-chat about the weather and the schedules they’d had today. Something about recording for their upcoming album and preparing for a world tour. You hated it when they went on tour, it definitely made things a lot lonelier, especially when Jungwon was in a different time zone and couldn’t text as much.
When you got back to the dorm you helped Jay by prepping the vegetables as he cooked the meat for dinner. The smell of it cooking slowly brought the other boys out of their rooms. When Heeseung came out you couldn’t help but blush, he looked just as good as he had the night before. He smirked when he saw how red your face got but he left it at that.
The boys gathered around the table and you popped open a bottle of soju for them. That quickly started the sound of laughing and bickering that you loved so much.
Once you had finished up cooking and started to plate up the food you noticed that Sunghoon was missing. You turned to Jay who was washing the dishes he had just used and putting them away into the dishwasher. At least someone knows how to clean up after themselves, you thought.
“Where is Sunghoon?” You asked him.
“Oh, he’s at the dance studio. He had a solo schedule today so he missed out on dance practice after recording. So he’s there now.” He replied, drying his hands and then taking two plates from you over to the table.
You frowned, looking down at the steaming bowl of japchae that you and Jay had just cooked. You didn’t love the idea of Sunghoon having to eat packaged snacks and ramen for dinner instead of a real meal.
You started peeking around in the cabinets until you found what you were looking for - a bento box to put some of the japchae in. You spooned out a healthy portion and closed the box before putting it into a bag that you had gotten from the store.
“I’m going to take dinner to Sunghoon, you guys can go ahead and eat!” You spoke up, grabbing the bag and quickly heading for the door before you met any resistance.
Surprisingly, you were met with a chorus of nods and okay’s. The food must have been good enough for the guys to not try to come with you or give you a hard time about going by yourself. But that’s not shocking considering how good of a cook Jay is.
After once again putting on your shoes and heading out the door you pulled out your phone to check the time. It was already getting kind of late but this meant that the company building should be relatively empty so you should be able to get in with ease.
The walk to the company building was farther than to the convenience store or your apartment but it still wasn’t too bad. You could have taken the subway and gone one stop over but it probably would have taken you a similar amount of time and you enjoyed the cool evening air anyway. The hum of the city was peaceful for you.
When you made it to the building you slipped in through the front door with ease. The security guard gave you a friendly smile having seen you enough that he knew that you weren’t a threat. Earlier in the day, the front desk workers or other staff would have been a lot more strict, likely shooing you off or giving you an unnecessarily hard time. But the night-time security guard was always willing to turn a blind eye to your presence and you appreciated him for that.
When you got to the dance practice rooms, all of them had their lights turned off but one. You listened for a moment to the music as it leaked into the quiet hallway. You followed the sound and the light to the room and you slowly opened the door. Surely enough, Sunghoon was in here practicing by himself. You waited by the door as you watched Sunghoon dance, letting the door quietly click closed behind you.
The song was slow and honestly a bit sensual. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as the former figure skater danced. His movements were smooth and clean, reminiscent of his time on the ice.
When the music stopped, Sunghoon closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. While some people may think he was frustrated you could tell he was just a bit tired. You took another step into the room before calling out to Sunghoon.
“Hoon?” You called quietly, not wanting to startle him.
He looked up in the mirror, a surprised look on his face when his eyes met yours in the reflection.
“Y/n?” He said as he turned around and walked towards you, “What are you doing here?”
He was damp with sweat, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his figure. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top which was not something you often saw him wearing. He tended to be a bit more prude whenever you were in the house. His slender waist and toned arms were enunciated by the way his clothes stuck to him slightly and the shimmer of moisture on his skin. He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t respond right away, accidentally distracted by his looks.
“Oh! I brought you dinner. We made japchae and I didn’t want you to be eating prepackaged snacks or ramen when we had good food at the dorm.” You explained, lifting the bag in your hand.
Sunghoon smiled, his eyes turning into tiny crescents. “You didn’t have to y/n. But thank you.”
“Of course!” You responded, leading the way over to the other side of the room as Sunghoon trailed behind you. There was a couch but you sat on the floor so that way you wouldn’t have to hold the bento box and could both just sit comfortably and eat with the floor as your table.
“Are you staying to eat with me?” He asked as you sat down on the floor.
“Is that okay? I packed enough for the two of us but if you’re really hungry I can just eat back at the dorm.” You replied as he sat down beside you.
“No, please stay. I’d love your company.” Sunghoon smiled, his pointy canines greeting you.
You pulled out the bento box, and to your surprise, there was still a bottle of soju in the bag. You swore you didn’t put that in there.
Sunghoon's eyebrows quirked up in curiosity at the soju bottle. “Hmm.. trying to relive that night?” He said suddenly, his voice teasing.
You felt your ears heat up at his question. What is he trying to insinuate?
“I— I just, I think one of the boys put this in here.” You said, turning the bottle over a few times in your hand and dodging his question. Sunghoon took the bottle from you and took a peek at the flavor.
“Strawberry.” He stated, twisting the cap open. “Wonder what it tastes like.”
Sunghoon mumbled the second part and this confused you. Obviously the drink would taste like strawberry. Why would he ask something like that? It’s not like he’s never had strawberry flavored stuff before.
You shook your head, brushing the thoughts away and dumbing it down to maybe you just misheard him.
He took a drink of the soju, not even grimacing at the alcoholic aftertaste before he passed it over to you. He motioned for you to drink some too, before moving to open up the bento box and start eating. You hesitated, knowing that this was somewhat of an indirect kiss with him. Obviously you know this isn’t a big deal and a little bit silly to get flustered about, but you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to actually kiss Sunghoon because of it.
You took a drink of the soju too, the alcohol sending a slight burn down the back of your throat. It was good, sweet, and very easy to get down.
“It’s sweet!” You said out loud, setting the bottle down in between the two of you. Sunghoon nodded in between bites and handed you a pair of chopsticks from the bag. You took them from him and quickly dug into the food in front of you. All that cleaning and cooking had worked up quite an appetite.
“I bet you’re sweet too.” He said quietly, the look in his eyes unreadable, before he took another bite.
You almost choked on your food, unable to interpret the meaning of his statement. You didn’t want to assume anything. He probably just meant my personality right?
You didn’t know what to say back, so instead you both sat in a comfortable silence while you ate. Well, comfortable except for not being able to concentrate on anything except what Sunghoon had said and how good he looks right now.
After a little bit, the soju was working its magic and easily heating up your system. It wasn’t too much, you were still perfectly in your right mind, it just helped relieve any awkwardness you might be feeling with the two of you being alone. Sunghoon’s cheeks were ever so slightly pink, but you weren't sure if it was from the soju or just from him having been dancing and hot.
When you were both done eating, Sunghoon cleaned up the mess and threw it away in the trash can by the door.
“There’s still like two more shots in here.” He said, motioning to the soju bottle that still sat on the floor as he came back from the trash can.
“Let’s share then!” You replied, giving him a cute grin. Sunghoon looked at the bottle for a second, then back at you and you watched as a smirk appeared on his face.
“Okay.” He said as he took one more sip from the bottle and then handed it to you.
He watched you intently as you drank the last of the alcohol from the bottle. The way his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of you instead caused a slow tingle up your spine.
When you put the bottle back down, Sunghoon was still staring at you and for a moment you couldn’t help but stare back. Time seemed to slow down as you admired his features. The way a few strands of black hair had fallen down onto his forehead brushing against his long eyelashes. The small constellation of moles on his cheek and the side of his nose, and the way his thick, well-defined eyebrows and chiseled jawline made him look so intense, in a good way of course.
“Sunghoon?” You asked quietly, his stare intimidating you a bit. “Is everything—,” Your question was abruptly cut off, swallowed by a surprised whimper when, as quick as lightning, Sunghoon was level with you and his lips were on yours.
After a second, his lips parted from yours, and he pulled back slightly to gaze at your flushed face. The playful smirk remained etched on his features as he leaned in for another kiss.
He crawled forward, pushing your back into the bottom of the couch, causing you to fall back on your palms.
Heat crept up your neck, staining your cheeks a deep crimson. It was almost as if he had plucked the desire to kiss him directly from your thoughts, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.
His hand reached up, tangled into the soft strands of your hair, and tugged causing you to gasp. Sunghoon took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.
His sudden boldness caught you so off guard you couldn’t help but whine again, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You kissed him back, desire quickly sparking across your skin.
But just as quickly as things had started, Sunghoon pulled away, leaving you a tiny bit desperate for more. You watched, a pang of disappointment washing over you as he leaned back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His smirk was now replaced by a look of smug satisfaction as if he knew the effect he had on you and reveled in it.
“I told you, I wondered what it tastes like.” He replied nonchalantly before standing up. You looked up at him, your mouth slightly agape, still frozen in shock with your back up against the couch.
“I’m going to do one more run-through of the song, you can watch and tell me what you think.” He said as he walked away from you and towards the speaker system across the room.
What the fuck was that. You thought as you slowly picked yourself up off the ground and flopped onto the couch.
He meant, my lips? He wondered what my lips tasted like????
Your mind was racing, and your skin was hot. And a tiny part of you sulked, wondering why he had just stopped there and not kept going.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the countdown before the song began, and you leaned back into the couch willing yourself to pay attention and focus instead of getting caught up on what had just happened.
You watched Sunghoon in awe as he performed the song for you. At first, he just seemed to be in his own world, not focusing on anything but the dance.
Brighter than the sun
That's just me
Monster, even if you call me
I don't even care
You begin to notice the lyrics of the song, and how for a moment when Sunghoon’s eyes catch yours in the mirror he looks a bit sad. You wonder why this song makes him seem like he’s thinking so much. There’s a short pause in the song before suddenly Sunghoon turns around and he faces you as he continues to dance.
Dance for me forever
Look at me in the broken mirror
And tune it with the feet
This beautiful moment I don't stop
Woah, again, chaconne now
You were sure this wasn’t part of the choreography, especially with the way he was now staring you down. His eyes traveled up and down your body as you were sitting on the couch.
His eyes?!
Your breath hitched as you noticed Sunghoon's eyes, their usual dark brown replaced by a chilling crimson. The vibrant red held you captive, a mesmerizing shade of burgundy that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly intensity. Despite the unsettling change in his eyes, the rest of Sunghoon's features remained unchanged.
The melody of the song continued, weaving its way around you both. Each note resonated with the tension in the room, the rhythm mirroring the quickened pace of your own breathing. Fear mingled with curiosity, a potent cocktail of emotions that left you both frozen and fascinated.
Dance for mе, like you're drunk and fascinated by mе
I just wanna dance on, can't stop it
This is my world in the dark
Woah, again, chaconne now
The room suddenly spun around you as Sunghoon's strong arms lifted you effortlessly, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. In the blink of an eye, your back met the cool surface of the mirror. Sunghoon's body was a warm, solid presence against yours, caging you in gently but firmly. His breath ghosted across your ear, sending a tingle across the skin.
The music thrummed through the air, a sensual backdrop to the moment's intimacy. The beat seemed to echo the rapid rhythm of your heart, pounding in your chest as Sunghoon's proximity ignited a fire within you. His closeness was intoxicating, the scent of his cologne mingling with the warmth of his skin, making you dizzy with desire.
“Honestly Y/n… your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.” He whispered.
“I– Sunghoon..,” was all you could manage before he started to kiss along your jawbone and down your neck. His kisses were soft, followed by a quick press of his teeth to your skin before he let out a low groan of desperation. He pulled back to look at you once more.
“Am I overstepping?” He asked, a bit of worry in his crimson eyes. His jaw clenched as if he was holding back from devouring you all at once.
“N-no. You’re not. I'm just surprised. I mean, I guess I'm not that surprised since Jungwon told me you all liked me but still.” You responded, placing a reassuring hand on his chest.
“I'm surprised too, but more so that you haven’t figured out what I am yet.” He said, planting another quick kiss on your neck before leaning back again to look at you. “And, I think it’s important that you know before we continue.”
You were quiet for a moment, all you felt like you had to go on was that he was particularly fast and his eyes were red.
“I’m not sure.” You replied, a little embarrassed as you tried to flip through your memories of him but nothing stood out.
Sunghoon gripped your waist and flipped you around pressing you forward into the mirror. You braced your hands against it, letting out a noise of surprise as the cool surface touched your chest.
His body was flush against you and your mind raced back and forth between his beautiful red eyes and the way they seemed to hold you captive and the way you could feel he was turned on against you.
“Let’s think about it shall we?” He said, breath hot against your neck and ear. “I’m faster than the average person, and my eyes are red. When’s the last time you’ve seen me outside in a short-sleeved t-shirt?”
You quickly dug through this information trying to piece it together before realization hit you like a truck.
Vampire?!
You looked up only to see him smiling in the mirror, his sharp canines making another appearance.
Of course. His cute little fangs! How did I not guess sooner?
“You’re a vampire?” You whispered, a bit surprised, a chill washing over you.
“Good job princess,” Sunghoon replied, placing another kiss against your neck, your pulse seeming to draw him in.
The pet name sends a shock wave directly to your abdomen.
“So, what do you say?” Sunghoon asks with a smirk, his voice laced with need. “Will you let me taste you?”
Your mind is fogged by lust, making it hard to process exactly what he’s saying. You don’t know much about vampires besides what movies and books have written. How do you know what is true? If he bites you will you turn into a vampire? Will he be able to stop? But again, Jungwon promised none of them would ever hurt you and you really just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Logic and desire raged war in your mind, but ultimately you decided to trust your best friend's word and let your body lead.
“Y-yes.” you answer him, your voice quiet, “Please.”
Sunghoon groans again, hearing you say please. “It will only hurt for a second.” He whispers before reaching around you, grabbing your chin, and tilting your neck to one side to give him better access.
Your heart starts to pound against your chest, adrenaline soaring through your veins. Your brain is like an alarm system as it warns you of danger yet your feet are traderious against it and keep you firmly planted in place. Fight or flight begs you to run but yet curiosity wins out.
Sunghoon places one last kiss against your neck and wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He looks into your eyes in the reflection and bares his teeth against your skin. The sight is incredibly arousing. Then he slowly bites down into the sensitive skin of your neck. You clench your fists and let out a pained whimper as his sharp canines tear through your skin. He squeezes you tight as if you reassure you as he pushes his teeth down. It does hurt, and for a moment you feel dizzy and lightheaded before the pain gives way to pleasure. You can feel Sunghoon sucking against your skin, his eyes closed as he indulges himself. You can’t help but moan as the feeling becomes hot and sends pulsing heat through your body straight to your core. You can feel Sunghoon smile as he continues to suck at your skin. He knows all too well what the effect of his bite is having on your body. You tremble in his tight grip as he drinks, a mix of the adrenaline and overwhelming desire setting your nerves alight. After another moment, he pulls away, you watch him in awe as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. A thin line of blood seeps from the open wound on your neck. You only worry about that for a second before Sunghoon flips you back around.
“Taste it.” He urges before abruptly kissing you again. His tongue finds its way into your mouth with ease. You tense up expecting to be grossed out by the coppery metal taste, but instead, you are surprised by a sweet aftertaste. Your blood tastes so good that you wonder briefly if drinking someone else's blood is even better.
“I knew it would be sweet,” He purrs pressing his forehead against yours, seemingly overcome with ecstasy from drinking your blood.
You lick your own lips, getting the last of the blood taste off of them. Then you reach your arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him back down into a heated kiss. Sunghoon gives you control and allows you to lick into his mouth, your tongues clashing but not in a fight for dominance, but simply because neither of you can get enough of each other.
You find yourself chasing after the sweet taste in his mouth, your mind hazing over with lust and desire. Sunghoon reaches behind your legs, lifting you before walking you over to the couch and setting you down, but your lips never leave one another.
Sunghoon places a knee between your legs as he leans over you, your mouths still attached in a fury of kisses. You feel him shift to pull your cardigan from your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air of the dance studio. You unwrap your arms from his neck to let the cardigan fall off you and Sunghoon pulls it from behind you to place it to the side.
“You know Princess,” Sunghoon says between kisses, “I could always get you off, right here, right now.”
You can’t help but whine, the idea of him pleasuring you going straight to your core. You pull away from him and he can see the concern in your eyes.
“But, the door. What if we get caught?” You reply, despite your overwhelming desire to have him, you don’t want to risk getting him in trouble.
He just chuckles in response, disappearing only for a second to lock the door.
Since when do these doors even have locks?
Then in a matter of seconds, he’s by his phone and the speakers, putting the song on repeat before he’s right back in front of you.
“There. Nobody can come in now, but they wouldn’t anyway with the music and lights on.” He gives you a reassuring smile.
Sunghoon kisses your head before he moved down to kneel in front of you.
“What are you–,” you start to say, trying to close your legs out of habit, but he places a firm hand on your thighs keeping them from closing.
“I can't wait any longer,” He says before you can finish, “Let me taste more of you.”
His fingers are sneaking their way up your thighs to the waistband of your leggings. You look down at Sunghoon and you can't help but blush at the way he’s looking at you with a feverish desperation to please.
You lift your hips from the couch, allowing his slender fingers to pull your leggings down and he helps you out of them. Then he leans up and pulls your legs forward to the edge of the couch. You watch as he licks his lips and leans in to kiss along the inside of your thighs. You spread them apart for him, the alcohol in your system helping you push past the barrier of shyness. He moves up your legs slowly leaving hot kisses in his wake before he looks up at you through thick eyelashes and kisses against your panties.
You moan, the image in front of you is erotic and only helps fuel your desire to let him please you. He licks against the fabric, causing a shock to race through your body.
God, fuck.
Your mind is racing with need, still high from being bitten by him. He kisses and licks a few times through the damp fabric before he slowly slips it to the side. He looks up at you once again giving you the chance to change your mind, before he leans in and licks a stripe from your heat all the way to your clit.
You gasp, reaching to thread your fingers into his hair. He lets out a noise of contentment as your fingers tug gently against his scalp. Then he is circling his tongue around your clit, pulling whines and whimpers from your mouth with expertise. His hands come up to pull you closer by the back of your hips and you lift your legs to put them over his shoulders giving him better access to you.
“Sunghoon, fuck,” you moan, as his tongue slides up and down your heat, and it seems like he's never had a meal in his life even though you just had dinner together.
He continues to eat you out, tongue working like you’ve never felt before as he teases you closer and closer to coming undone. After a few minutes of this, one of his hands releases from behind you and you feel his fingers dragging up and down your slick as he sucks on your clit. He easily slides two fingers into you, and you drop your head back with a moan as his slender fingers pump slowly inside you. You can feel him smirk as he quickens the pace of his fingers before curling them against your walls. He quickly finds the spot he was searching for and his fingers work against it.
“Oh– Hoon,” is all you can manage to get out as he begins to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again, his tongue still working slow circles on your clit. You can feel your abdomen tightening and you know you won't be able to last long like this. The feeling is overwhelming with the inclusion of his fingers.
“I’m close…” you whisper out, a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he is going to get you to cum. Sunghoon only responds by speeding up his tongue. Your body begins to tremble as your release quickly approaches and you fist your fingers into his hair and push him deeper against you. He lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl against your skin and the vibration sends you over the edge.
You cum hard, your whole body shaking against Sunghoon’s mouth and fingers as he pushes you through your orgasm. You bite your lip to keep quiet despite the music being relatively loud.
After a minute, Sunghoon finally pulls away from you, his hair now messy. You watch him as he licks his lips and then wipes his mouth off on his arm.
“As I expected,” he muses, “you taste just as sweet here too.”
“Stop it,” you whine, pushing his shoulder. His words make you shy.
As you come down from your high, Sunghoon stands up and you can’t help but notice his length straining against his pants. This image sends another shock of lust and desire through your body.
You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him and you wrap your fingers around his waistband.
“Let me help you with this.” You say, looking up at him with big eyes.
“Whatever you want Princess.” He replies with a smile, reaching down to brush your hair back from your face.
Honestly, you just want him to fuck you. But it's only fair to return the favor considering the way he just made you see stars the way no one else has before.
You pull the waistband of his pants and his boxers down in one swift movement and his cock springs free, slapping against the skin of his stomach. He grimaces at the sudden cold air against his skin.
Sunghoon’s cock is slender but decent in length with a pretty pink tip. It’s truthfully as beautiful as he is. You can’t help but admire him.
You grab his length gently before licking the tip and then quickly taking it into your mouth.
“Fuck,” Sunghoon curses above you as he jolts unexpectedly into you causing you to almost gag. You don’t tease him knowing that he's already been waiting long enough for some attention and you slowly bob your mouth up and down his length.
Sunghoon rests a hand in your hair as you take him in and out of your mouth. You use your hands to cover what you can’t reach with your mouth.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Sunghoon praises you from above. His red eyes watch you closely as you sink down on his length. You whine around his cock at the praise and you sink further down.
Sunghoon groans above you, his fingering tightening in your hair as he shallowly starts to thrust into your mouth.
You look up at him as he does this, tears brimming your eyes as he thrusts further and further into your mouth. He continues like this for a minute, slowly fucking your mouth with his hand fisted in your hair before he pulls himself out of your mouth.
“Come here.” He demands, turning around and pulls off his bottoms and his tank top before sitting on the couch.
You can’t help but stare at Sunghoon now sitting naked in front of you, his hard length leaking precum as he pumps it a few times with one hand.
This feels a bit unfair. You think, considering the fact that you still have your tank top and panties on. So you decide to slowly pull off your tank top, teasing Sunghoon with a little show.
“Mmmm… princess.” Sunghoon coos, admiring your figure as you pull the tank top off of your breasts and over your head. You blush at the tone of his voice and the way his hungry eyes watch you carefully. Then you step out of your panties, letting him see you fully before approaching him.
He reaches a hand out to you and when you take it he pulls you down into his lap, his other hand coming over to grasp the back of your neck and lead into another feverish make out session.
His cock slides against your heat as you’re sitting in his lap, legs straddling him.
Sunghoon breaks away from kissing your lips to kiss down your collarbones and towards your breasts. He starts to suck pretty bruises into your skin along that same path.
“Hoon—,” you whine, the hickeys hurting and bringing small sparks of pleasure at the same time. “Want you.”
“Take what you want then princess,” he purrs, “I’m all yours.”
His words overwhelm you, the implication of them too much to process when you’re consumed by lust. You wanted nothing more than for him to be inside you.
You lean back a bit, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length. You lift yourself before slowly sinking down onto his cock. Your mouth falls open in a quiet moan as you let his cock fill you up.
Sunghoon grasps your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly as he feels your warmth surrounding his length.
“Fuck—,” he curses, his eyes seemingly darker and hungry.
His cock slides in and out of you easily, already wet from spit and your cum as you slowly lift up and down on his length. You brace yourself on his shoulders as you pick up your pace and Sunghoon supports you by holding tightly onto your hips.
“Such a good girl,” He praises as you fuck yourself on his cock. “I didn’t know you wanted me this badly.”
“Want.. all of you,” you reply, the second part a bit quieter.
“Mmm, I know princess, and we all want you too.” He responds, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his tongue licking against where he had bitten you earlier.
You moan, the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive spot causes a tightening in your stomach. You pick up your pace, riding his cock as quickly as your body would allow.
This continues for a few minutes before Sunghoon suddenly tilts over and lays back on the couch like you would on a bed. The couch is cramped but big enough for you to have space for both knees on either side of him. You’re still straddling him but this position allows you to lean forward over him, so you do. You start to kiss his neck, leading Sunghoon to moan back into your ear. Who knew his neck was just as sensitive as yours?
Sunghoon reaches back and grabs your ass, pushing you forward against him before he takes over and starts fucking into you.
The feeling is incredible, the pace so much faster and harder since Sunghoon has taken control. Your legs shake at the pleasure, his cock perfectly hitting that sensitive spot again and again.
“I’m going to make you cum so hard princess,” He pants out between breaths, his breath hot against your ear.
“Please, please,” you whine, every thrust heating your body. The desire to come undone again taking over you.
You feel Sunghoon’s teeth against your skin again, right where he had bitten you before. Hesitation only crosses your mind for a moment. You know how good it will feel after the pain is gone. Surely enough, Sunghoon’s teeth bare down into your skin once more.
You cry out in pain, it hurts more this time since the place is already sensitive from the first time, but when Sunghoon starts to suck on the open wound the pain is quickly overridden by pure ecstasy. Sunghoon’s pace quickens and you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that the world seems to spin around you.
“Hoon, please–,” you gasp, his thrusts bringing moan after moan out of you. He doesn't respond, he’s too busy indulging himself, but you know he’s encouraging you by the way he maintains a quick and harsh pace. You’ve never cum without clitoral stimulation, but you’re about to from his bite and him hitting your gspot over and over again.
You cry out when you tip over the edge, and Sunghoon sucks extra hard against his bite. Your body shakes and you’re cumming so hard that your vision starts to darken at the edges. Sunghoon fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming unsteady as you tighten around him. He groans, a string of praises coming from his mouth against your ear as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out when he cums, shooting white strings against your ass.
You nuzzle against his face, and he pets the back of your head.
“Good girl princess,” he praises you, kissing you over and over again. You smile, a safe warmth taking over your body. Your eyes get heavy, and you feel lightheaded.
“What do you mean she passed out Sunghoon?” you heard Jay’s voice.
“I may have gotten a little carried away,” Sunghoon responded sheepishly.
“You bit her?!” Jay asked, his voice raised.
“Shh! Keep it down.” Sunghoon replied, his voice sharp.
You started to wake up feeling a bit weak and disoriented. You felt your body being placed down on what you can only assume was the same couch you had fallen asleep on earlier.
“She’ll be fine,” Sunghoon spoke up again. “I promise I took good care of her.”
“If Jungwon finds out about this, you’re so dead Sunghoon,” Jay replied and you could hear him pacing around the room in front of you.
You slowly open your eyes, and you can see Sunghoon standing above you, his arms crossed and Jay still pacing his fingers running through his hair. The latter seemed stressed about the circumstances. But you were fine, just tired.
“Jay? Hoon?” you called out quietly. “I’m okay.”
Jay turned around quickly and rushed over to you, kneeling beside the couch.
“Thank god,” Jay replied, placing a hand on your forehead to see if you were too warm. “You should stay the night here y/n. You’re too weak to go home, it wouldn’t be safe.”
You nodded in response, too tired to go home anyway. You looked at Sunghoon who was looking down at you smiling sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile back. He had made you feel so incredibly good.
“What is going on?” you hear from across the room. It was Jungwon. You hear Jay curse above you, but it is so quiet that you’re confident that you were the only one who heard him.
“Oh Jungwon,” Sunghoon replied, “Y/n wasn’t feeling well after eating so she’s going to stay the night here.”
You didn’t understand why exactly Sunghoon was lying, but you didn’t have enough energy to speak up about it.
Jay stood up as Jungwon came over, when he appeared in your view you smiled at him. He looked concerned, worried even. But as he looked over you, you watched as his eyes flicked to anger.
“Get out.” He said suddenly, his eye contact never breaking from you.
“Jungwon it’s fine, she’s—,” Jay spoke up, stepping forward, trying to reassure the younger boy.
“I said GET OUT.” Jungwon interrupted him, voice tense and loud, and the lights in the room flickered.
Jay cursed again and grabbed Sunghoon by the arm dragging him out of the room.
The energy in the room was thick and you began to shiver a bit, suddenly a bit cold.
Jungwon kneeled beside you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over you. His eyes caught on what you thought was your chest, but when you looked down you saw a stain of blood down your skin and onto your tank top.
“Are you okay?” Jungwon spoke, his voice now tender as he continued to look over you.
“I’m okay, Won, j-just tired and c-cold.” your voice shaking from shivering.
Jungwon nods, his jaw clenching as he thinks.
“I want you to sleep with me tonight,” he says suddenly.
“Oh,” you stutter again, his request catching you off guard, “It’s okay, I’m j-just cold, I can sleep on the couch!”
“No. I want you to sleep with me, it's… safer,” he replies, hesitating on the last part.
“Jungwon? Y/n?” Another voice echos through the room and then suddenly Ni-ki comes into view. The younger boy looks over you and his eyebrows furrow the same way Jungwon’s did.
Jungwon turns to the younger boy and whispers in his ear. Ni-ki nods and leans over to you. His arms easily slide up underneath you and pick you up.
You’re shocked by the younger boy's strength but you don’t resist, still feeling disoriented and dizzy. Ni-ki takes you to the bathroom and sits you down on the countertop.
“I’m just going to help clean you up.” He says quietly, walking over to the cabinet to get a washcloth and then running under warm water at the sink.
You can’t help but blush as the younger boy dabs the washcloth on your skin wiping away the dried blood. You’ve never been alone with Ni-ki and you’ve never been this close to him in a situation like this. He’s attractive as hell just like the rest of the boys and you find yourself admiring him up close.
“Does it hurt?” Ni-ki interrupts your thoughts as he wipes closer to the actual bite.
“Not really, just sore,” you respond, tilting your neck a bit to give him a better angle.
Ni-ki stops wiping for a second and then he abruptly looks up, his dark eyes staring into yours. You feel your skin heat up at his intensity.
“Y/n,” he starts, “Tell me if one of them ever gets too rough. Or if they hurt you…,” There’s a pause in his sentence as if he is thinking about whether or not he should be saying what he's saying before he continues, “I will protect you, y/n.”
Ni-ki continues to wipe away the crusted blood, being incredibly gentle where Sunghoon bit you. You’re speechless at his comment, but you feel the passion behind his words so you nod.
After a minute Jungwon comes in with some clothes of his. “Let’s get you into these okay? I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing.” He says as he places his clothes next to you on the counter.
“Do you need help?” Ni-ki asks, helping you down from the countertop. Your legs shake beneath you, but you hesitate, being way too shy to get undressed in front of the two younger boys. Ni-ki notices your hesitation and speaks again before you can respond. “I’ll close my eyes, promise.”
“I’ll wait for you in my room,” Jungwon replies, closing the door behind him and leaving you and Ni-ki alone.
Ni-ki closes his eyes and holds out his hands for you to use him to balance. You slowly take off your dirty clothes, face warming up in shyness when you're exposed in front of the younger boy, but he keeps his eyes closed.
You eye him carefully as you remove your panties, but he still keeps his eyes closed honoring his promise. That is until you get a little too distracted and stumble while trying to put on Jungwon’s sweatpants.
Ni-ki moves quickly, his eyes shooting open as he catches you against his chest. You’re now face to face, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he keeps you standing upright. His hands are firmly on your waist as he keeps eye contact. Your faces are inches away, if anyone walked in they’d think you were about to kiss.
He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” He releases his grip and closes his eyes again.
You mumble out a shy thank you before pulling Jungwon’s sweatpants the rest of the way up. You give Ni-ki the okay to open his eyes and the younger boy helps you to Jungwon’s room.
When you enter the room, Jungwon is in pajamas. He gets up and takes over for Ni-ki and helps you into his bed.
Ni-ki smiles and says goodnight before closing the door behind him leaving you and Jungwon alone in his room.
You sink into Jungwon’s bed, and the smell of your best friend on the sheets sends that warm comfortable feeling over you again. Jungwon lays beside you and he sighs. You look over at him and the tension is still in his jaw and eyebrows. You pull Jungwon’s arm up and roll over into his chest and you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“I’m okay, Won,” you whisper out, letting your free arm drape over his stomach.
He relaxes underneath you, wraps his arms around you, and holds you tightly. You start to doze feeling warm and safe in your best friend's arms.
“Don’t scare me like that again y/n,” He says quietly above you when he thinks you’ve drifted off to sleep, “I couldn’t handle it if I lost you.”
You couldn’t understand why Jungwon was so worked up about this situation or why he was so angry at Sunghoon and Jay. Sure, you were a little sore and exhausted but otherwise you were fine. But right now you didn’t have the energy to worry about it and decided you’ll confront him about it later.
You smile as sleep takes you captive. Today had been so good. You felt so loved and so taken care of. You couldn’t think about Sunghoon for too long otherwise you’d get worked up again so instead you let the love and compassion from your best friend fill your mind as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. You hoped tomorrow would be even better than today.
☾ authors note: Thank you for reading and being so patient with me! This chapter turned out to be a bit more graphic than I originally anticipated but its still quite tame compared to the later monsters in this series! I look forward to sharing the rest with you!
☾ pairing: dom! incubus yeonjun x sub! human afab reader
☾ rating: 18+ explicit and mature content, smut and angst
☾ wc: 6.9k
☾ content warnings: somnophilia, yeonjun is a demon/incubus, dubious consent into full consent as the story progresses, shape-shifting, choking, hair pulling, yeonjun has a knot ♡, mentions of killing and death, knife/blood play if you squint, pet names, cursing, reader almost dies, slight size kink, yeonjun cries
TRIGGER WARNING: Some scenes may be triggering for survivors of SA. Please read at your own risk.
☾ summary: y/n meets Yeonjun at a club and goes home with him. Yeonjun is an incubus that has to have sex and cum to stay alive but if he's not careful he could kill his victims. including y/n.
One of these days you would stop going out on the weekdays but you found that going to the club kept a lot of negativity and anxiety off your mind when things were stressful. You had a few drinks and could already feel yourself getting a bit tipsy but that didn’t stop you from having a good time. You were sitting at the bar when your friend Wooyoung (obviously wasted) pulled on your arm.
“Y/n, come on.~ Come dance with me!” He whined, giving you his best puppy eyes. Wooyoung usually went with you wherever, but he would never turn down an opportunity to get drunk.
“For fucks sake Wooyoung” you laughed, “how are you this drunk already?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.” He smiled, poorly feigning innocence.
You shook your head in disbelief before following him onto the dance floor anyway. You danced with him despite his unsteady feet. You danced with him for a while, all your worries fading into nothingness as the music and movement melted away the tension from your body. Or at least that’s how it was until Wooyoung lost his balance and fell into you.
You stumbled backward running into other bodies on your way down. It wouldn’t have been as bad, but as soon as your butt hit the ground, you felt like it was raining. Lukewarm, sticky, smelly rain. Someone had spilled their alcohol on you as a result of you knocking into them. You heard cussing above you but when you looked up Wooyoung was nowhere to be found.
“Hah. Of course, he's gone.” You scoffed shaking your head before bracing yourself to get up and also to face the embarrassment of the situation you were in.
“You okay?” You heard from above you. The deep voice sent a chill down your spine. You looked back up, meeting the brown eyes of a boy you’d never seen before. You felt your cheeks become rosy as you looked over his features. Brown eyes that seemed to have a hint of red to them, messy black hair that was a little bit sweaty. He was wearing a white button-up tucked into his pants with a few buttons undone, exposing his collar bones, and black dress pants with a skinny belt. Not to mention the smirk plastered on his face as he watched you stare at him. He waited for you to respond with his hand outstretched.
“Oh, thank you. Sorry if I hit you.” You said quietly, taking his hand. You were surprised by how gentle he was as he helped you up. He smiled down at you and your heart clenched. He was a good bit taller than you, and his hands were so much bigger than yours. Not to mention how incredibly handsome he was.
“You didn’t. But I saw your friend run off, so I figured you’d need some company now.” He chuckled. “What’s your name?” The boy asked his gentle eyes looking you up and down.
“I'm y/n,” you responded. Typically you didn't give random boys the time of day, but this one had piqued your interest. Something about his aura maybe?
“Nice to meet you, y/n. I'm Yeonjun.” he paused before continuing, motioning to your clothes, “You are covered in someone else's beer, can I take you to get some fresh clothes?”
You had somehow forgotten that you were covered in alcohol. Now the stickiness was a lot more obvious. “Oh…” you hesitated. Yeonjun however didn’t give you time to think before chuckling, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the crowd and towards the door. Normally you would be pulling away, but there was something about this boy that was… magnetic. You didn’t mind letting him tug you away, besides, Wooyoung had left you alone anyway. He would just have to suffer the consequences of his own actions.
Once you had made it outside the bar, Yeonjun sighed, taking in a breath of the cool air outside. “That’s better. It was too fucking loud and hot in there.” he laughed.
“Right? Well thank you Yeonjun, I should probably catch a taxi home now so I can get cleaned up.” You also sighed, but instead of in relief, it was in frustration. You felt for your wallet in your back pocket. Yeonjun watched as you let your arms fall beside you. “It’s gone…” you mumbled.
Yeonjun faked a frown as he pushed your wallet deeper into his back pocket, but then quickly perked up. “You can just come to my apartment. I know you don’t know me and this is probably a huge red flag but I’m not up to any fuck boy shit. I promise.” He said, holding out a pinky to you.
You snorted. Everything told you to run away. This was a bad idea. It was dangerous and definitely a red flag. But you couldn’t help it. For some reason, you didn’t want him to leave. Yeonjun felt trustworthy, and maybe a little bit addictive. You intertwined your pinky with him, completing the promise. “Only if you promise you’re not kidnapping me.”
“I promise.” You saw that red shimmer in his eyes again as he took your hand. You walked with Yeonjun for a little while before your feet started to cramp up from the heels you were wearing. Once Yeonjun noticed your pace slowing down, he quickly turned around and lifted you off the ground. You gasped at the suddenness as well as how easy it seemed for him to lift you.
“Don’t worry. Just rest. I can carry you the rest of the way. It’s only a couple blocks.” He said reassuring you.
You nodded. His scent pulled you in closer as you leaned against his chest. You closed your eyes and let yourself be overcome by his warmth and smell. There was just something about him that made you want to stay close to him. You were so drawn to him in a way you’d never been drawn to anyone before.
You must have dozed off momentarily, but you were quickly awoken by Yeonjun’s gentle but slightly out-of-breath voice. “Y/n,~ I’m sorry I would carry you into the house but I have to open the door.”
You opened your eyes only to be met by a cute pout. He must have genuinely felt bad for having to put you down. He lowered you gently back onto your feet before opening the door and letting you walk inside first. His apartment was small, a little bit disorganized but clean.
“Here I’ll grab you some clothes and put them in the bathroom for you. Then you can wash up if you want to.” Yeonjun said as he took off his shoes and then walked to his bedroom.
You watched as he came out of his bedroom with some folded clothes in his hands as well as a towel or two. Then he stepped out of the bathroom again before motioning that the bathroom was now yours.
“If the clothes are uncomfortable or don’t fit right just let me know and I’ll grab you something else!” He smiled as he walked back into the living room and plopped down on the couch.
You gave him a nod and responded, “Thank you Yeonjun, you didn’t have to do this.” Before heading into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. You locked the bathroom door of course because this guy was still someone you didn’t know + taking a shower + being naked + the unlocked door just didn’t feel quite right.
But after you locked the door, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, using the restroom and starting the shower before peeling off your sticky beer-covered clothes. You hopped into the shower and let the hot water caress your skin. It felt nice. You didn't bother to wash your hair but you did use Yeonjun’s body wash to clean off your body. The smell of his body wash was nice, not too manly but not girly either. After letting your muscles relax in the hot water for a bit you eventually decided it was time to get out of the shower. You noticed that Yeonjun’s towels were nice, they seemed high quality as you dried yourself off. Then you finally picked up the clothes he had brought for you. A big white t-shirt with some sort of logo on the front, and some sweatpants. You slipped the clothes on, not able to wear your beer-soaked bra, and ultimately forced yourself to put back on your sweaty panties.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked comfortable and cute. Your cheeks were pink from hot water and the clothes stuck to your damp body. Your nipples are easy to see in the shirt but you shrug it off, being a man you’re sure Yeonjun probably wouldn’t mind the free view. You decide to tie your hair up into a ponytail to complete the comfortable look before unlocking the door and stepping into the hallway. When you walk back into the living room you find Yeonjun in the kitchen cooking some eggs and toast. He turned around at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
He hummed contently with a raised eyebrow as he looked you up in down in his clothes. “You look cute.”
“Thank you.” You responded, feeling a little bit shy before joining him in the kitchen.
It was quiet for a little bit while he cooked food for himself and you. You took a second to admire him, he was still in the button-down shirt but it was much more open and now he was wearing dark sweatpants. His figure was quite enjoyable to look at, his slender waist easy to see with his shirt tucked in.
Eventually, he finished cooking and handed you a plate of scrambled eggs and some toast along with a glass of wine. “Here, I figured you might be hungry but if you’re not that’s okay!“ he said with a smile.
“You’re so kind Yeonjun.” You replied before taking a few bites. The two of you sat and ate together while chit-chatting and getting to know each other a little better. After a while, you felt the wine turning your cheeks pink.
“Do you… want to watch a movie with me?” Yeonjun smiled, cleaning up the table. “If not, I can take you home.”
“I’m definitely not letting you take me home, you’ve been drinking too, stupid.” You said with crossed arms as you headed over to his couch. He chuckled before joining you in the living room. As he approached you, you could really see how nice his figure was, including the tent in his sweatpants. You quickly looked up after realizing you definitely had been staring for too long and met his eyes. There was that stupid smirk again. Had he seen you checking him out like that? If he did he definitely didn’t say anything.
He sat beside you and that’s when you realized how much bigger he was than you. His hands were twice the size of yours, he was much taller than you, and his arms and thighs were muscular and toned. For a moment you wondered what other parts of him were muscular or big. You shook the thought off quickly embarrassed at yourself for even going there. But you couldn’t help but bite your lip as he put his arm around you.
You could feel your skin light on fire as he pulled you against him. The sudden proximity warmed you to the core. You swore you’d never been so interested in someone like this before but you couldn’t understand what made him so different. He turned on the TV and put on a movie. You had a hard time concentrating on the movie though. Between the unprovoked lewd thoughts and the fact that you were exhausted, after a while you found yourself dozing off on him. Yeonjun was warm and he felt safe even though you had just met him.
Yeonjun watched as your body began to go limp in his arms. He wasn’t surprised that he had taken control over you this easily but still, it amused him to watch as your head fell into his lap. He leaned his head back and tried to calm himself. He wasn’t usually like this but he hadn’t had sex in months and if he didn’t soon he was going to become sick and unable to control himself. He would become dangerous to those around him.
He was hesitant because of what happened last time. He was afraid of hurting or killing anyone. He wasn’t like the rest of them. He really didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Maybe if he was quick you wouldn’t wake up and you wouldn’t get hurt. He knew he could keep you sleeping for a while as long as he maintained focus.
Your head was sitting in his lap now. He adjusted how he was sitting but that didn’t help much because now he could feel the blood starting to pulsate into his cock.
“Fuck.” He mumbled.
He looked down and watched as the tent in his pants grew. Your warm breath tingled against the head of his cock through his pants which caused him to thrust up against your face unintentionally. You didn’t respond, but you let out a little whine which only made things worse for Yeonjun.
Yeonjun felt his body heating up. It’s not like he could just get himself off and be done, he needed this to stay alive. His cock only continued to grow, the head now rubbing against your unsuspecting lips through his sweatpants.
He gently rested a hand on your head holding it in place as he began to slowly rut against your face. The drag of his sweatpants against his skin stimulated him in a way that only made him hotter. He continued this for a minute, watching your innocent features as you slept in his lap. This only aroused him more and more. He knew this was wrong, but he didn’t have a choice.
He clenched his jaw before carefully pulling down his sweatpants. His length sprang out just perfectly rubbing across your lips leaving a string of precum connecting to the head.
“Oh fuck.” He cursed. The image in front of him was unholy like him. He ran his fingers through his hair before shaking his head. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but you were so beautiful and he couldn’t help it. Something like this was inevitable.
With one hand Yeonjun pinched your cheeks which parted your lips and with the other, he pushed down on your head gently until he was able to push the tip into your mouth.
He paused, the heat and wetness of your mouth making his head spin. All he had to do was keep himself calm and not lose it. If he could just cum once he’d be able to deal with it for now. He needed to cum and to have sex to feed, to stay alive, but he never wanted to hurt anyone. It was a difficult cycle. He loathed it.
He took a shakey breath before pushing himself further into your mouth. Right now, since he was calm and fully human Yeonjun’s cock was only about 6 inches and was a normal width so he was able to push himself father into your mouth without any issues.
While the younger boy fucked into your sleeping mouth, he let his free hand wander around your body. He let his hand crawl under your top and his fingertips kneaded your skin.
Yeonjun thrusted deeper and he could feel your gag reflex kicking in on its own as well as small whines signaling that you were starting to wake up. He sped up, not close enough yet to cum.
“Shit.” He thought. He had taken too long and you were starting to wake up from the dream he had put you in. He was going to have to use a different approach…
You were having the most erotic dream when the constant motion against your skin started to awaken you. You felt like you were drooling and having to work harder to breathe. You felt hot and aroused but it had to be because of the dream. That’s when you remembered where you had been. You had fallen asleep in a stranger's lap.
When your eyes started to flutter open everything was spinning. You were no longer lying down but instead, you were sitting up with something hard pressed against your back. It was dark except for maybe one lamp, but you were in a room you didn’t recognize.
That’s when you realized there was something in your mouth. A hand grabbed your chin and tilted your head upwards. Your eyes met his, but they weren’t the same as before. Yeonjun. His eyes a dark burgundy color now.
“Hi there little bun. Be good for me and don’t move okay?” His voice cooed into your ears.
You started to panic slightly when you finally felt his hips move and then you realized that his cock was in your mouth and that’s why you were dreaming the way you had been.
He started thrusting quickly without much warning causing you to grab onto his thighs as you gagged.
“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well. Open up wide for me honey, I’m not going to hurt you.” He said while rubbing your head. His voice was as sweet as honey and the tender motion of his hands running through your hair with his words somehow melted into your brain easing your anxiety. You felt dizzy with lust. That was because of your dream right?
He pets you a few more times before pushing your head back against the wall. His cock was sliding deeper and deeper into your throat as your spit continued to build. You started gagging more and more which began to pull you out of your daze.
You started to panic adrenaline fighting against Yeonjun’s mental abilities. The rush caused you to start pushing against his thighs again, a sudden subconscious act of fight or flight.
Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe at all. Yeonjun had pinched your nose closed completely blocking you from breathing.
“Don’t worry little bun, I’ve got you. I won’t hurt you, just trust me.” He said as he continued to keep you from breathing.
However, now you weren’t gagging, he was pushing his cock all the way down your throat and your head was spinning. Although you were nervous and scared, you still trusted the younger boy. Suddenly, your hands felt heavy and weak so you let them fall to your side, no longer an obstacle for Yeonjun.
Yeonjun continued to thrust into your throat sharply, the lack of oxygen to your brain was making you dizzy. You felt so weak and fuzzy. You weren’t gagging anymore but your body subconsciously started trying to gasp for air, your throat spasming around Yeonjun’s cock. You heard the younger boy curse above you before he pushed himself all the way in his body shaking slightly. You could feel his cock pulsing as he came down your throat. You looked up at him as your vision started to become spotty, you could have sworn this was a dream too because of the shadows coming up from the boy's back and how the pupils of his eyes were almost glowing and red. His cum was hot and the feeling distracted you from the fact that you were starting to black out.
When you started to become conscious again, everything was still dark. You were lying down, it was warm and you felt a pressure behind you. You blinked a few times before you realized Yeonjun was spooning you. Your jaw was a bit sore, there’s no way everything that just happened wasn’t a dream right? You must have just clenched your jaw from the vivid dreams you were having.
You thought you could hear Yeonjun lightly snoring behind you which made you question yourself even more.
The larger boy adjusted and suddenly you could feel pressure from behind. You blushed. His cock was pushing against your clothed ass. His cock was hard, you could feel that it was throbbing and this made a chill go down your spine. You wanted more.
Yeonjun adjusted again, this time wrapping his arm around your waist and his face was near your shoulder. His breaths were heavy and even, so you were almost certain he was asleep. That was.. until you began to feel his hips rolling against you. His cock pushed against you, slightly dragging with the motion.
You couldn’t move, you were so flustered by his actions you couldn’t help but want to see what would happen also, why were your limbs so fucking heavy. He continued rolling his hips gently for a few minutes. You could feel yourself getting hotter and hotter with every passing second, you wanted more than this.
You bit your lip before slowly starting to pull the sweatpants you were wearing off. Since they were too big for you they slid off easily but you still moved with hesitation for fear of waking Yeonjun up. After another minute of gentle thrusting, you lifted your ass slightly and held your legs apart. With another thrust, Yeonjun’s cock slid down to underneath your ass and with this next thrust, his cock slid between your thighs against your clothed pussy. You gently let your legs fall back together and covered your mouth as the boy now thrusts against your heat.
You felt dizzy with lust, your mind was racing yet only focused on what was happening behind you. The sweat made for a good lubricant between your thighs and you could feel Yeonjun’s cock growing harder. Yeonjun’s breath was hot against your neck.
The thrusting continued against your heat until you felt your thighs slick with sweat and precum. You whined quietly, your mind was hazy and your pussy was throbbing. You wanted more but you also didn’t want to wake him.
“Do you want me that bad princess?” You heard a voice but the voice was in your head? You shook your head a bit thinking you were literally losing it. “My previous actions weren’t enough for you? Are you that desperate?” The voice again. But that’s when everything started to change.
“Do you know what you’re messing with Angel?” The voice spoke once more in your head. You felt Yeonjun’s body shift and you jumped as you felt sharpness digging into you where his hand was around your waist. A knife?
You’re body and mind were conflicted, fear pulsed through your body at the sudden change in mood but you couldn’t help but push back against Yeonjun’s cock which you swore had gotten bigger than when it was in your mouth. Wait but that was a dream? This is a nightmare, right? It was time to wake up.
You shook your head again and pinched yourself. This earned you a deep chuckle from behind. “No use love. You’re mine now, but what happens next is in your hands.” The voice in your head again.
“Yeonjun…” you spoke out loud the following words sounding ridiculous as they left your mouth, “What is going on? Is that you.. in my head?”
“Mmm… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. But I couldn’t. It was much too risky. I’m an incubus, and you are my prey but.. I have no intentions of hurting you as long as you can handle it.” Yeonjun spoke aloud now, his breath tickling your ear.
Tears pricked at your eyes as your flight or fight kicked in once more. “h-handle it?” You stuttered.
In a sudden movement, yeonjun had flipped you to where you were on your stomach and he was pressed on top of you. His cock still rubbing against your heat. The younger boy put his hands where you could see them and you watched in horror as his fingers shifted into slender claws. He lifted a hand to graze a claw against your neck. Their sharpness a likened to a brand new razor. You didn’t dare to move.
“Do you think you can handle me, princess?” He paused, “If you can’t, you don’t have to be afraid, I’ll make it quick and easy and you’ll never feel pain ever again. But if you can…. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” He whispered into your ear kissing it a few times sending shivers down your spine.
You didn’t have a chance to answer before Yeonjun flipped you over and pinned you down his claws tearing into the sheets like little knives. Your heart and mind were racing unsure whether you were more fascinated or frightened by the scene in front of you. You watched as small dark black horns grew from his head and then he grimaced as dark bat-like wings came out from behind his back and lastly a whiplike tail with a spade on the end. You were horrified truly but despite the insanity of the situation you were in you tried to focus on the boy's face. You watched his face as the changes in his body caused him agony. You could tell he didn't want to be like this, not when it hurt him so much. You wanted to hug him, do anything to ease his pain.
When his eyes finally met yours again they were still the deep burgundy color. He smirked once more as he watched the tears trickle down your cheeks. Fear had pulled them unwillingly from your eyes despite how you wanted to appear brave. He pulled a hand back and wrapped it around your throat once more. You whined and then realized still hadn't answered him.
You reached up and ran a hand through his tousled hair and then over one of his horns. “You won’t hurt me Yeonjun. You don’t want to.” You managed to choke out as his hand tightened on your throat. You were sure that his next move would have been to kill you if you didn't speak up.
He seemed surprised at your response. His hand loosened slightly and his eyebrow picked up in curiosity. “You’re not afraid?” He said.
“Of course I’m afraid. This is possibly the worst nightmare I've ever had but… Yeonjun, if you wanted to kill me you would have done it already, and besides…" you paused, "I really really… want you right now.” You replied, still aware of how his body was pressed against yours and how wet you were.
Yeonjun’s cock throbbed at your words. He hadn’t really ever experienced this. Usually, when his prey woke up early he would just kill them. They usually woke up screaming or crying. The fear in their eyes was unbearable for him. He hated to see people be so afraid of him. He didn’t like killing people either. Many times Yeonjun had wished one of his prey would have had the means to kill him so he wouldn't have to do this anymore.
Yeonjun sat back, releasing his hand fully from your throat and you watched as his tail came up and slid underneath your shirt. It was cold against your burning skin. The spade traveled all the way up to your neck before coming back down in fast motion ripping your shirt cleanly into two with zero resistance. You jumped as the spade cut you slightly across your chest on the way out. You were now exposed to yeonjun.
Yeonjun watched for a moment as the blood trickled down your bare chest. He was also taking the time to admire your bare torso. Then he leaned down and licked from your belly button up to your neck, stopping to lick up the blood from your skin. When he got to your neck he kissed gently, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair again and tugging gently near the base of his horns. Yeonjun growled at this, continuing to kiss and suck beautiful bruises on your neck. Your head spun as he licked against the shell of your ear before coming back down to lick at your erect nipples. He sucked at one and then the other, only causing your pussy to throb with every slight move.
You grabbed at his shirt wanting to be able to feel his skin against yours. The younger boy simply just tore his shirt open from the front before using his tail to pull it off of his wings. You ran your fingers down his chest surprised to find numerous scars, some more fresh than others, and black marks like tattoos all across his pale skin.
He watched you patiently as you took in his features. “You should be scared of me.” He said quietly, glancing down at his own scars being reminded of the many atrocities he had experienced and caused.
You looked back at him with a small smile. “I’m not afraid Yeonjun. You're beautiful” you responded, tracing a scar with your fingers. Yeonjun nodded before smirking once more. “Well, not yet you’re not princess.”
You lifted an eyebrow but before you could question him, Yeonjun was pulling down your panties. You blushed now being fully exposed to him so quickly.
Yeonjun licked his lips as he realized how wet you were for him. “Ah… darling… did you perhaps want this all along hmm?” he said as he ran his claws down your thighs scratching them but not enough to draw blood. “Pretty girl.” He cooed, pulling your panties all the way off.
You turned your head away slightly embarrassed at the situation. Yeonjun wasn’t able to use his hands to finger you, so instead he opted for his tongue, pulling your legs apart to kiss and lick at your heat. You moaned at his actions, clutching at the sheets because of the sudden pleasure of friction against your clit. He licked you fully, including using his tongue to push into you slightly which felt so good that you reached down to push his head down more. Yeonjun seemed to enjoy this slight dynamic change, licking at you like you were the only meal he had had all day.
After a few minutes of this, Yeonjun came back up to face you. He licked his lips again. This time you caught a glimpse of his elongated canines.
Yeonjun leaned into you, wrapping his arms around you suddenly. He was holding you as if he didn't want to let go. You felt him begin to rut against you again. His cock was still unbelievably hard. “y/n.” He panted “I won’t be able to stop once I start. You have to trust me if things become… frightening.”
You nodded, rubbing his arms in reassurance. You weren’t sure exactly what he was trying to say but there wasn’t anything you could do about it now and the truth is, you didn't want him to stop anyway.
Yeonjun sat back up and began to pull down his pants. You desperately wanted to see what you hadn't yet been able to see. You were sure his cock was just as pretty as he was. You watched curiously until the lights began to flicker. Just as his length was about to come into your view everything went pitch black and you could feel as Yeonjun pushed his bare cock against your heat. You whined and the younger boy groaned both of you finally feeling the relief of skin-to-skin contact.
He continued this for a moment making sure to lubricate himself with your wetness before you felt the tip of his cock pushing at your entrance. He pushed in slowly at that’s when you realized something was different. The head of his cock was slender and more pointy than normal and as he pushed into you you could feel bumps and ridges that were more than just veins along the sides of his cock. This was curious to you but it felt much better than normal.
He was going slow but still, you felt so full already. You heard him moaning quietly above you as he bottomed out. You whined at the stretch. It didn't hurt but it was enough to leave you wanting just a little bit more.
The lights flickered back on but everything was dimmer than before. You met Yeonjun’s eyes and without notice, he began fucking into you. He wasn’t being rough yet, but the bumps on his cock rubbed the inside of you in ways you had never felt before. You couldn’t help yourself from letting out quiet moans as his cock slid in and out of you easily.
The younger boy leaned into your neck again as he fucked you. “God fuck. You’re so good, baby. Taking my cock so well.” He whispered into your ear. “Ah- yeonjun,” you moaned back, shuddering as his breath tickled your ear once again.
He continued to fuck into you harshly but surprisingly it never really hurt. You felt full, hot and so much pleasure. You felt like you could cum at any second with one perfect stroke or one brush against your clit. You’d never felt anything like this and it felt so good. You wondered briefly if Yeonjun had any control over your pain and your pleasure.
Yeonjun pulled back after a moment to push your legs up. You squeaked at this sudden change and how much deeper it felt. You dug your fingernails into Yeonjun’s skin which elicited a slight growl of pleasure.
His eyes were almost animalistic. Maybe this is what he had been talking about. That was until you felt a sudden throbbing in your heat. The throbbing was coming from his cock. For a moment you wondered if he was cumming?
The lights began to flicker again and you felt it as his cock pushed against your walls. His cock was growing, stretching you around double what it had been. It was overwhelming and a little bit painful. Your mind swirling with a mix of emotions and feelings you squeezed your eyes shut to dull the pain.
“Take it, princess.” He said with a devious smirk. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
You whined at tears pricked at your eyes from the pain. It wasn’t overwhelming yet but it still hurt. But god you felt so full and the friction only made you hotter. You didn’t want him to stop, not that he would anyway. You just wanted more and more of him.
“Fuck.. Yeonjun” You cried, gripping the sheets around you unable to really reach him at the moment.
He fucked into you aggressively. You could hear him panting as he thrust. You moaned as tears ran out of your eyes onto the pillow below.
The younger boy reached down and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling a whimper from you. This sudden intimate position caught you off guard. In return, you once again tugged on his hair. He groaned in pleasure. He had you basically folded in half pushing your physical boundaries to the edge.
Yeonjun’s thrusts began to get shakey and you wondered if he was close now. You quickly lost sight of this question when you once again felt that you were becoming impossibly fuller except now this was only at the base of his cock and it was rubbing directly against your g-spot.
“Fuck Yeonjun. I- I-“ you moaned as the feeling overwhelmed you.
“There you go pretty.” He said, his voice dripping in lust. “Good girl.”
Your head was spinning the sudden pleasure mixing with pain overwhelming you and orgasm approaching quickly.
“Yeonjunie- please. please I want to cum.” You whined, clawing at him desperately.
“Fuck, baby.” He said in response thrusting impossibly harder and faster. The sudden begging caught him off guard and encouraged him.
He grabbed a fist full of your hair before tugging harshly and in a deep raspy growl all he said was “Cum.”
His knot pressed harshly into your g-spot along with his undeniable command causing you to see stars, waves of pleasure wrecking your body as your orgasm hit you. Your body was overstimulated and felt like it melting.
“Good girl.” was all you could process from above you as you came. Your tightening around him caused Yeonjun’s orgasm to come quickly after you. But in the heat of the moment, you grabbed the younger boy by the horns and pulled him in to kiss you.
He kissed you roughly as he came, filling you up with his own heat. The feeling was euphoric, almost better than your orgasm. You still just wanted more despite being so full and wrecked. He continued to kiss you as you both came down slowly from your high. That was until he realized that you were no longer kissing him back.
He pulled back quickly realizing his mistake. He looked at you in horror as you lay there limply.
“Fuck. Oh fuck.” Yeonjun said in a panic, fear running down his spine, “God fuck.”
He had forgotten in a moment of weakness that kissing, especially along with sex, was the fastest way for an incubus to suck the life from its prey. And here you were, lying motionless in his arms.
He lifted your head and ran his fingers through your hair softly. “y/n, I’m sorry. I- I- didn’t mean to I swear.” Yeonjun began to cry, tears quickly running down his face. He didn’t want to be like the other ones. He didn’t want to hurt people. To kill people. He really didn’t want to hurt you. You were the only one who hadn’t been afraid of him. You were different. "I swear I didn't mean to. Please," he begged.
All you knew was that you had been kissing him when suddenly you felt very weak and felt yourself beginning to lose consciousness. Your head was throbbing and dizzy as you felt his tears dripping onto your face as he hung his head above yours. You could hear the younger boy sobbing quietly, strings of desperation slipping from his mouth. “Yeonjunie.” you managed to whisper out. “Please don’t cry.”
The younger boy lifted his head. “y/n?” He choked out between tears.
You worked hard to get your eyes open, only to see the fully human boy once again. His hair was messy, his skin no longer scarred, no wings or tail, his face was red, tears rolling down his cheeks.
He gently pulled you into his arms, both of you still naked and messy. He stroked your head as he continued to cry. “I swear I’m not going to hurt you please don’t be afraid of me.” You felt him trembling.
You let out a small huff of a laugh. “I’m not afraid yeonjun. I’m not afraid at all.” You replied as you placed a reassuring hand on his cheek and wiped his tears with your thumb. You stayed like this for a minute, Yeonjun must have been taking the time to calm himself down.
Yeonjun carefully picked you up and carried you back to the shower where this time he helped wash you and kept you standing. You still felt so weak but having him take care of you felt so good. You couldn't help but want to soak up every single moment of attention he was giving you.
He gave you water and carried you back to the bedroom before getting into bed with you and holding you close.
You reached up to play with his hair because you could tell he liked it before. Sure enough, his head leaned into your touch, following your hand in a silent cry for the much-needed comfort. But while cuddling into him you began to dose off.
“I know we just met but… I hope you don’t plan on getting rid of me…” the younger boy said quietly. “Demons… we create really deep bonds you know… and nobody has ever not been afraid of me like that before.”
You weren't sure if Yeonjun had meant for you to hear him or not. But it didn't matter because you had no desire to leave.
You smiled and leaned up to kiss him once more. You held his face in your hands squishing his cheeks a bit. “I told you I’m not afraid Yeonjun. So now it’s your turn to not be afraid.” You said teasing him gently for his insecurity.
You weren’t sure if you were under the spell of the young incubus or if what you were feeling right now was real or a dream but it didn’t matter. The handsome boy with fluffy hair or the demon with bat wings and horns, either way, you couldn’t help but smile as he held you closely. He nuzzled you before adjusting so your head was lying on his chest. You fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of him rubbing your back. You decided that even if this was all a dream, it was one that you wanted to have again and again or never wake up from.
☾ content warnings: sadistic dom sunoo!, explicit sex (unprotected), semi-public sex, oral sex (receiving), clothed sex, overstimulation, praise, choking, jealousy, voyeurism (kinda), exhibitionism, slight cum play, slight degradation, jake is suddenly down bad, jungwon isn’t communicating well
☾ summary: Y/n finally gets to see the behind-the-scenes of concert day, and Sunoo shows her around the venue. However, someone keeps messing with her, but she can't even see them.
or, Sunoo is a spirit that can manifest himself wherever he wants, and can choose to be seen or unseen. He gets a thrill out of messing with y/n in front of his bandmates.
☾ author note: This story is fiction and does not reflect the personalities or desires of those it is written about. This story has some scenes that may be uncomfortable for some readers, read at your own discretion. This is chapter three in this series, please see my masterlist for other chapters!
Several weeks have gone by since your night with Sunghoon. Thankfully, your neck had fully healed, and there was only a small scar left behind where the older boy had bitten you. Between Heeseung and Sunghoon, you found yourself caught up in intimate situations a few more times than you’d like to admit. Not that you minded the attention from them, you enjoyed it.
Heeseung had pulled you into the shower with him one morning when you had come over to make breakfast before the rest of the boys were awake. You admired his shimmering blue scales in the water, the color shifting slightly as the water trickled over them. He helped you wash your hair, strong hands easing the tension from your scalp. Heeseung was gentle and kind, his personality created a sense of comfort and trust that drew you to him. At the same time, he held a sense of confidence and maturity that allowed him to step into control whenever the situation called for it. It was never a forceful dominance, but reassuring guidance that offered space away from the stress of day to day life. Maybe it was due to his slightly older age compared to his bandmates that gave him this ability, but it was what led you to find comfort in being around him.
Sunghoon’s hand would snake its way up your thigh whenever he sat next to you at the dinner table. His fingers grazed under the hem of your shorts with feigned innocence. You’d press your lips together and reprimand him with a glare as you gently pushed his naughty hand away. His lips would always curve into a mischievous smirk, a silent acknowledgment of your scolding, but you never missed the promise of future attempts that flickered in his dark eyes. He hadn't tried to bite you again; that night still played in your head with vivid clarity. Part of you missed the sharp sting and raw possessiveness Sunghoon had shown you with this act. Maybe he was nervous, afraid of going too far and hurting you.
The boys were busy now, having had a comeback within the past week. You were at the dorm more often now, washing discarded clothes, organizing scattered belongings and spending time cooking for them. Your bed at home, with its promise of undisturbed sleep and peaceful solitude, remained a cherished sanctuary. However, despite the comfort that your apartment offered, it was within the loud, often messy, atmosphere of the dorm that you truly felt at home.
You hadn’t dwelled on the specifics of Jungwon’s intense anger towards Sunghoon that night, you just accepted the explanation that it stemmed from worry and a natural protectiveness over you. The edge in his voice and the tightness of his posture were easily rationalized as concern reaching it’s limit. You also didn’t understand why Jungwon didn’t offer to help you clean up that night, but you figured that Ni-ki just wanted to help, having walked in on the tense situation. After that, life had resumed its familiar rhythm in the days that followed, with both Jungwon and Ni-ki acting as if the heated moment had never occurred. However, you couldn’t help but notice an increase in stolen glances, moments of eye contact that were quickly broken. Although curious, you found this new attention intriguing and amusing.
Somehow, Jungwon has convinced their manager to let you ride with them to their upcoming concert. They typically have at least one showcase and one fan concert every comeback, and this time, you might get to watch from the front. Usually, you end up buying nosebleed seats to support and watch your best friend, because getting good seats seemed nearly impossible, and your luck was awful against dedicated fans. Tickets sold out in mere minutes, and your internet connection just couldn’t stand a chance.
So that’s how you found yourself handing out protein bars and water bottles to the boys as they filed out of the dorm, faces still ridden with sleep. They mingled together outside to wait for the vans to arrive to take them to the venue for their performance today.
Ni-ki and Heeseung wore their hoods up, and black masks obscured their faces. They looked like they would rather die than be awake right now. Dark circles cast shadows under their heavily hooded eyes. You figured they must have been tired from staying up too late playing video games, a good balance between fun and work responsibilities was hard to find. You felt bad for them with the long day ahead.
Sunoo and Sunghoon looked surprisingly awake. They were chatting amongst themselves. Despite the rude awakening that early morning travel brought, they were surprisingly well put together. They were dressed comfortably but well enough for photos, always mindful of the ever present possibility of running into fans. Their hair was neatly styled, and any signs that they had been up late like the two before them had been masked by carefully placed concealer.
Trailing behind them, Jungwon moved with a focused energy, his gaze sweeping over their surroundings. He was meticulous, ensuring every member had the necessary items before their departure to the venue. Admiration washed over you as you observed his selfless dedication. His leadership was characterized by profound care for his bandmates, constantly working to make their lives easier, often at the cost of his own well-being. You knew his days were long and his nights short, filled with the unseen tasks of managing their demanding lives. He consistently prioritized his bandmates' needs, a habit that left little room for his own self-care.
Standing patiently by the open doorway, Jay’s eyes were fixed on their leader. He watched Jungwon’s quiet diligence, a silent acknowledgment of the younger member’s tireless efforts. There was a sense of understanding and unspoken camaraderie between them as Jungwon completed his final checks, the weight of responsibility evident in his focused movements.
“Are you excited?” Jake asked, breaking the silence, with a cheerful smile on his face.
“Of course I’m excited!” You replied, "I never get to watch you guys perform up close. It's always from way back in the audience." The idea of watching them perform from just a few feet away was a unique and cherished opportunity.
Jake was visibly tired. His hyperactive spark was just a flicker, but you know it wouldn't be long before he was back to his normal self.
A playful glint entered his eyes. "Make sure you watch me," he insisted, wiggling his eyebrows with exaggerated confidence. "I'm quite the lady killer on stage, if I do say so myself." His teasing was a familiar comfort, his own way of masking any nerves he held.
Jay, leaning against the doorframe still waiting for their leader, chuckled softly. He secured the lock after Jungwon slipped out from the door. "You sure are something alright," Jay agreed, his tone laced with affectionate mockery.
Jake shot Jay a sharp, indignant look and opened his mouth to launch a counter-attack on his bandmate. However, before he could get more than a word out, their leader’s voice cut through the air.
"Shut up," Jungwon sighed with a hint of exasperation. He stood just outside the doorway. "We haven’t even made it into the van yet, and you two are already at it." The weariness in his voice hinted at the constant balancing act of managing his bandmates' energy and chaos.
Amusement washed over you at Jungwon’s annoyance. You chuckled, feeling sympathy for the young leader tasked with keeping the group grounded and making sure everyone behaved.
Beep. Beep.
The vans had arrived. One van already had the manager and some staff in it. Jungwon and Jay headed to that van, leaving you to get in with the rest of the boys.
You let them all pile into the van before you, patiently waiting as they climbed in one by one. Once you get into the van and look around you realize Sunoo is patting the seat between him and Sunghoon, his bright smile beckoning you to the back. Ni-ki and Heeseung are sitting in the middle row, both already leaning on the cool glass of the window beside them, headphones on and eyes closed in anticipation for a restful nap during the drive. Jake had taken the seat up front next to the driver and was already chatting with him. You could tell they knew each other well as Jake started to yap about their new album promotions, and the older man nodded along with an amused smile. It wouldn’t be long now before Jake’s excitable energy kicked in.
Making your way to the back, you returned Sunoo’s smile and sat down between him and Sunghoon. The comforting scent of their colognes mingled in the close space. As you settled in, Sunghoon reached over, his fingers brushing against yours as he pulled the seatbelt across your lap and helped you buckle it.
“Hi, princess,” Sunghoon’s voice rumbled softly in your ear as he leaned back across you and settled back into his seat. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he met your gaze for a moment.
You eye him, giving him a dirty look that was meant to show your disapproval of the nickname, but you already know it won’t do anything. Sunghoon simply chuckled before settling back into his seat. His eyes were already closed, his long lashes resting against his cheeks. His arms folded across his chest and his head leaning against the headrest, he was ready to join the others in front of him in their effort to nap.
You shake your head and turn to look over to Sunoo, who is already smiling back at you.
“I’m glad you could come to see us perform today, y/n.” He said, brushing his blonde hair out from his eyes.
“I’m glad too! I know you guys are going to do a great job. I’m excited to see the behind-the-scenes stuff too!” You replied.
“It’s going to be a long day, though, please make sure to take care of yourself if you need to rest or eat.” Sunoo chides you. He knew you often didn’t take the time to take care of yourself and wanted to make sure you didn’t overdo it and miss seeing them perform.
“Okay, okay!” You replied, holding your hands up in defeat. “I promise I’ll take care of myself. Thank you for worrying about me, Sunoo.”
Sunoo just nodded in contentment before opening his phone and scrolling through his notifications.
The van started up and began to follow behind the one in front of it. You knew the drive would be a little longer than usual since it was rush hour, so you took out your phone and played a game. You kept the volume down to try not to disturb the sleeping boys around you.
After a little while, you felt your eyelids getting heavy. The bumpiness of the road and the quiet but constant rambling from Jake in the front caused you to doze off. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy, each blink lasting longer than the last. You felt it as your head dipped forward, a sudden and embarrassing lurch that snapped you awake. A wave of heat rushed to your face as you straightened up, your eyes darting around the car, hoping that your dozing off had gone unnoticed. To your relief, Sunoo remained absorbed in his phone, his attention seemingly glued to the screen, while Sunghoon was completely still, his head leaning against the window in peaceful slumber.
You sighed, frustrated by the fact that you were already sleepy. The day had just started yet your body demanded rest. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit annoyed by your body's lack of energy.
Sunoo looked over with a raised eyebrow when he heard you sigh. He looked you over once as if trying to figure out why you sighed on his own before he reached up and gently guided your head to rest against his shoulder.
“You can rest y/n.” He murmured softly and without waiting for your response he continued to scroll on his phone.
“Thanks.” you whispered, the word barely audible. You allowed your eyelids to drift closed once more, the soft fabric of Sunoo's shirt a comforting contrast against your cheek.
There was a long period of silence as your mind drifted into rest mode, besides Jake's quiet rambling of course. You started to daydream about various things, letting unconsciousness take hold.
I can’t wait to play with you, babydoll.
An unbodied voice spoke into your head. The words it had spoken dripped with a possessive sweetness that twisted into something sharp and threatening. You mentally shook your head, the weird thought must've been a product of dozing off.
Then, another whisper, laced with cruel anticipation.
I can’t wait to make you fall apart in front of them.
The implication sent a shiver through you. Fall apart? In front of who? The other members? The thought of such vulnerability, exposed and raw before their gazes, was mortifying. Though you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious. Many scenarios have come into your mind here and there after finding out that they liked you. Scenarios that would stay locked in the safe place of your consciousness.
Your eyes fluttered open. The car was still moving, and you weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for. You looked around but didn’t move. Everyone was still asleep. You instinctively held your breath, acutely aware of the weight of Sunoo’s head on yours and the soft strands of his hair brushing your cheek. You didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disrupt the fragile peace he seemed to have found.
You mentally shook off the disturbing thoughts, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment. It had just been a strange dream. You focused on the gentle pressure of Sunoo’s head against yours. A small smile touched your lips. Sunoo, of all of them, truly felt like a friend. He was your go-to for venting about the rollercoaster of dating, always armed with a sympathetic ear and a well-timed dose of gossip to distract you. He’d patiently listened to tales of disastrous dates, offering a comforting pat on the back when things went awry.
Unlike some of the other members, you didn’t often catch Sunoo stealing glances your way, and his interactions were usually absent of flirtatious undertones. Yet, despite this comforting platonic dynamic, Jungwon’s casual words from days ago lingered in the back of your mind.
Your eyes closed once more, trying to enjoy the rest before the start of a long day. The rhythmic hum of the engine and the gentle rise and fall of Sunoo’s chest beside you was soothing.
Can you stay quiet?
The intrusive voice shattered your peace once more, this time closer, more insistent. It felt like a physical presence inside your head, a cold finger pressing against your thoughts. Your heart lurched, and a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach. This wasn’t a dream. This was real.
Or am I going to have to make you stay quiet?
Your eyes snapped open, your gaze darting around the van. You strained to listen, to discern any sound or movement that might betray the source of the voice. But the van remained a picture of undisturbed slumber. Even Jake, who usually struggled to find comfort on long drives, seemed to be deeply asleep in the front passenger seat, his head leaning against the window.
You shifted slightly in your seat, the voice unsettling you, but you only moved a tiny bit, still being careful not to wake up Sunoo, his breath shuffling your hair gently.
A sudden gasp escaped your lips as a distinct pressure tightened around your thigh, an unmistakable sensation of a hand gripping it firmly. Your mind raced, trying to rationalize the feeling, but the air around you felt empty, void of any physical presence.
The voice, cold and commanding, echoed in your mind. Be quiet.
Your teeth clamped down on your lower lip and a deep breath shuddered through your lungs, doing little to calm the frantic beating of your heart. Doubt gnawed at you. Were you hallucinating? The impossibility of the situation was maddening. Who could be doing this? And how were they able to touch you without being seen?
The grip on your thigh intensified, followed by the sensation of soft lips pressing against the bare skin of your neck. A slow, deliberate kiss lingered there, sending a shiver of unease down your spine.
Barely daring to breathe, you whispered into the stillness, your voice hardly audible over the sounds of the van. "Who?" The question was directed into the empty space, a desperate plea for an explanation.
Hmm. It’s a secret doll. You’ll find out soon enough. The voice responded, although obviously not audible to anyone except you.
Instinctively, you leaned closer to Sunoo, seeking the comfort of his physical presence, a shield against the unseen tormentor. The gentle kissing transformed into insistent biting and licking, each caress sending jolts of heat surging through your veins. Your body betrayed your fear, responding with a confusing flicker of arousal. You were paralyzed, unable to voice a protest or even shift away, yet your body trembled subtly under the ministrations as unseen lips and teeth explored the sensitive curve of your neck, again and again.
A wave of heat pooled low in your abdomen, the stirrings of desire becoming undeniable. A flush crept up your cheeks, a potent mix of shame and arousal. A sudden wave of regret washed over you for your choice of attire. The short skirt now felt like a vulnerability, an open invitation to the unseen hands that tormented and thrilled you both the same. You squeezed your legs together tightly, an attempt to regain control, to conceal the physical evidence of your body’s response to whoever was messing with you.
Just as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you completely, Sunoo shifted above you, groaning softly before pushing himself up into a sitting position. The sudden movement broke the invisible spell. You instinctively sat up as well, your heart pounding in your chest, and as you did, the phantom touches, the ghostly kisses, the suffocating pressure – all of it vanished as abruptly as it had begun, leaving behind only the lingering heat on your neck.
“You okay?” he said softly, his head tilted slightly as he turned to observe you closely. “You were shivering?” His brow was subtly creased, a hint of worry in his eyes.
“Oh…” you began, attempting a casual tone, “I think I’m just a bit cold.” The lie felt thin even to your own ears. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest, rubbing your hands up and down your arms in a theatrical display of trying to generate warmth, hoping the gesture would sell your lie.
Unexpectedly, Sunoo’s hand rose and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin as he tilted your face ever so slightly, directing your gaze towards his. The unexpected physical contact sent a jolt of surprise through you, a warmth unrelated to the way you were rubbing your arms.
“You’re flushed,” he stated matter-of-factly, his eyes now focused intently on your face, his touch lingering.
“I—,” you stammered, your mind blank, completely unprepared for his directness and the intimacy of the moment.
Sunoo’s gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes as he patiently waited for some kind of explanation. But your mind was a whirlwind, unable to formulate a coherent response. All you could do was stare back, caught in the magnetic pull of his stare. In that moment, despite your inner turmoil, you couldn’t help but admire the genuine concern etched on his breathtaking features. His eyes were so kind, so earnest as they watched you, and the proximity, the feel of his hand on your cheek, only intensified the heat rising in your face.
His brows furrowed a fraction deeper, a subtle indication of his confusion at your continued silence and lack of a reasonable explanation.
“Tell me if you’re not feeling well,” he said once more, his voice retaining its gentle tone.
“I’m okay, I promise,” you insisted, forcing a shaky smile. “I really think I’m just cold.” Another flimsy layer of deception.
Just as the uncomfortable silence threatened to stretch further, a welcome interruption arrived. The van came to a smooth stop as the driver’s voice announced, “Alright everyone, we’ve arrived.”
A wave of relief washed over you. You offered a silent, fervent thank you to whatever higher power might be listening for this timely intervention. Finally, an escape. You could get out of the close confines of the van, and away from whatever the fuck had just happened.
The boys grumbled as they woke to the sound of the van doors opening and managers calling out for them.
“Wake up, sleepy heads, we've got a show to do.” You heard Jungwon call from outside. It wasn’t surprising how quickly he had gotten out of the van, he was typically the first one out at all of their events. You figured he must not have napped like the others.
Sunghoon, who was awake now, reached over once more like before and unclipped your seatbelt. The ever-present flirtatious glint still flickering in his eyes.
“Ladies first,” he announced loud enough for the other members to hear him, motioning for you to exit the van before them.
You offered him a grateful nod, pushing yourself into a crouch to navigate the low roof of the van. You were acutely aware of the limited space and the awkward angle, knowing how much of your legs would be visible from behind as you bent low to avoid hitting your head.
As you carefully maneuvered past Ni-ki and Heeseung, who were just beginning to stir, a sudden tug at your skirt stopped you short. The unexpected motion lifted the fabric, exposing the lacy red material of your panties to the drowsy eyes behind you. A small, involuntary squeak escaped your lips, your cheeks instantly flaming with mortification. You staggered forward, stumbling in your haste to pull your skirt back down, nearly pitching face-first out of the van.
"Woah." A surprised voice echoed from just outside the doorway, and a pair of strong, muscular arms wrapped around your waist, catching you before you could fall. It was Jay, his grip firm and steady.
"You good?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he held you upright, his eyes quickly scanning you to make sure you hadn't been hurt.
As the remaining members slowly filtered out of the van, the heat in your face intensified. You offered a shaky nod, but your embarrassment was consuming. You briefly rested your forehead against his chest, hoping this could somehow rewind the last few seconds, but the reality of the situation burned in your mind.
Jay remained silent, his arms still loosely around you, waiting patiently for you to lift your head. He didn't pry or question, a small act of consideration that you appreciated more than words could say.
Wearing lacy panties to our concert? You must be desperate for our attention, hmm?
The voice taunted in your head. It was true; beneath your skirt, you had chosen to wear your favorite silky, red lace underwear. It wasn't a deliberate ploy for attention, not exactly. It was more about a personal indulgence, a small secret that made you feel a touch more feminine and put-together around the boys.
You lifted your head and turned around to look at the boys who had come out of the van, determined to figure out who was doing this. Who was messing with your head and causing such a scene in front of everyone else.
Heeseung was the first to meet your gaze. A subtle smirk played on his lips, a knowing glint in his eyes. Then came Sunghoon, his expression more reserved, one eyebrow arching in silent curiosity. You mentally ran through the possibilities. Could it have been Heeseung? He possessed a certain playful confidence, but something about his demeanor felt a touch too… obvious. He wasn’t typically the type to share with others. What about Sunghoon? He was often full of surprises, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that if he had this kind of power he would have already shown you.
Your gaze drifted towards Ni-ki, who seemed to be actively avoiding your eyes. A noticeable flush crept up his neck and painted his cheeks a deep crimson. Could it have been him?
Finally, Sunoo was the last to step out of the van. His reaction was immediate and earnest. He rushed towards you, his brow furrowed with concern. “Are you okay? Did you fall?” he asked, his voice laced with worry as you pulled away from Jay’s comforting hold.
“I think so,” you replied, forcing a reassuring smile to your lips. “But it’s okay, I’m fine.”
“As long as you’re okay,” Sunoo said, a visible breath of relief escaping his lips. Jay, still close by, nodded in agreement, his eyes still holding a hint of lingering concern.
“If you’re not feeling well or something, just tell us,” Jay added, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We can get our manager to take you home if you need.”
“Oh! No! I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” you exclaimed, waving your hands in front of you to emphasize your point. “I’m really okay, I just tripped!”
Jay maintained eye contact for a second longer, his expression suggesting he wasn't entirely convinced by your explanation. However, he eventually offered a small nod and shifted his gaze over to Sunoo, who was still standing close by.
“Head on in with Sunoo, the rest of us need to grab our bags. Sunoo, I’ll grab yours too if you don’t mind showing y/n where to go.” Jay’s voice was relaxed as he gently steered you towards the younger boy with a light push on your back.
You were immensely grateful for the discreet location of the venue’s bus parking area. It was completely closed off from public view, meaning there was no need to worry about the prying eyes of fans catching you in this slightly awkward moment and potentially starting unwanted rumors.
Sunoo reached out and took your hand, his touch warm and comforting. He offered a bright smile and playfully led you forward towards a nearby door.
“I’m quite happy today, y/n,” Sunoo spoke up as he guided you inside, a slight skip noticeable in his step.
“Oh? I’m so glad you’re happy!” you replied, returning his smile even though his back was to you.
He turned his head slightly, his smile widening. “I’m just happy you’re here.” He then turned fully to face you as he continued walking backward. “I really hope you have a great time today!”
You continued to follow Sunoo as he pointed out the locations of important doors and facilities. He made sure to show you where the restrooms were and even indicated a discreet corner where you could grab a snack if you needed. He then gestured in the general direction of the backstage area, before finally leading you to the green room, the designated space where the boys would be preparing for their upcoming performance.
You weren’t all that shocked to see their stylists and makeup artists already here, but they stood up and greeted you and Sunoo as you came into the room.
The other boys weren’t too far behind you, as you could hear their chattering amongst themselves from behind you.
“You can hang out on the couch for now!” Sunoo spoke up, pointing towards the now-empty couch where the stylists had been sitting, sipping on their coffees and chatting amongst themselves while waiting for the boys to arrive.
Once all the boys had made it into the room, they took their seats, and the managers went over the schedule for the day. Rehearsals, makeup, pre-show live, then the concert, it didn’t seem like too much, but you knew it was more than meets the eye. You knew that these days were the ones that wore the boys out the most.
The stage lights were bright against the boys as they rehearsed for the show tonight. You watched them all with a sense of pride from your seat in the otherwise empty arena as they ran through some of their more difficult songs. Despite your attempts to remain inconspicuous, your gaze seemed to draw their attention, and you couldn't deny the flutter in your chest every time one of them flicked their eyes towards the front of the stage. And you would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying the view.
Most of the members were in tank tops and sweatpants. Their arms flexing, muscles exposed and loose pants leaving little to the imagination as they danced.
Like what you see, doll? Are you getting turned on just watching us dance?
The voice cut through the momentary lull as the members paused, waiting for the technical crew to fine-tune the lighting.
The unexpected intimacy of the question sent a jolt through you. Your breath hitched, a gasp escaping your lips before you could suppress it. Your eyes darted across the stage, scrutinizing each face. Yet, every one of the boys remained absorbed in their own conversations or stretches, not a single glance directed your way.
"Which one of you is teasing me like this?" you murmured, the words barely audible. You hoped that the nearby stagehands, engrossed in their adjustments, hadn't overheard you.
There was only a laugh in response before the opening chords of their next song filled the arena, signaling the resumption of their rehearsal.
You let out a frustrated huff, the playful teasing, coupled with the inability to pinpoint the culprit, was proving to be more irritating than amusing. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes narrowed slightly as you watched them dance, now determined to uncover the source of the mysterious voice.
After the rehearsal ended, the boys broke off for lunch. Unfortunately, their manager was strict about letting you go with them during this time, as they were worried about fans or just the boys getting too distracted, so you decided to eat some food you had packed in your bag and hang out in the green room.
There were still a few staff members lingering around in the green room so it was a bit awkward since you were a bit shy and didn’t know how to start a conversation with them. So after you ate, you threw away your trash and headed out into the hallway to use the bathroom.
Where are you going, pretty?
Annoyance flickered through you. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" you retorted aloud, the words carrying a touch more sharpness than intended. You glanced around, but the hallway was empty.
Hmm. Got an attitude, do we?
"Well, maybe if you stopped messing with me," you huffed, rounding the corner, your pace quickening. The unseen presence was becoming irritating.
Are you that desperate already? the voice taunted, implication hanging heavy in the air.
"As if," you mumbled under your breath, a flush creeping up your neck. You tried to block out the intrusive voice, willing it to silence. It wasn't the teasing itself that bothered you but the mystery of the speaker.
Despite the rising frustration, you couldn't help the way your stomach tightened in anticipation every time the voice spoke. You were frustrated, yes, but curious just the same. .
The bathroom was just down the hallway on the left, but as you were walking focused on reaching your destination, a door on your right opened up on its own.
You stopped abruptly, your eyes drawn to the opening. It revealed a small meeting room, the interior shrouded in a dim light filtering weakly through a single window. You started to keep walking when something grabbed you by the arm and dragged you into the room. The door swung shut behind you with a soft thud, followed by the distinct click of a lock engaging. Your heart pounded in your chest. You spun around, scanning the dimly lit space, but the room was empty. There was no one to be seen.
You felt like you were going crazy, and you fought hard to ignore the rising panic that rushed through your veins. but you knew this had to be one of the boys. It wouldn’t make sense for this to be anything else.
“What are you doing?” You spoke up, your voice cutting through the otherwise silence of the room. You folded your arms tightly across your chest, the simple gesture offering a small semblance of control in a situation that was rapidly slipping from your grasp.
Come on, doll. I just wanted to play a bit. The voice, a suggestive murmur that seemed to slither through the very air, sent a shiver down your spine. You just couldn't place it, couldn't identify which of them it belonged to, only that it was undeniably present, close.
“Shouldn’t you be at lunch?” You shot back. Your eyes darted around the room, a frantic search for any presence, any clue for what was going on. However there was still only emptiness, void where there should have been someone.
My lunch is right here, is it not? The voice said with a laugh.
You blushed, cheeks becoming hot and turned towards the door to leave. You reached out for the handle, fingers grasping the cool metal. But just as you began to turn it, a sudden pressure clamped around your wrist. The grip was firm, undeniably real, and it spun you around with unexpected force.
Your back hit the door with a thud and you let out a small gasp when you felt a solid presence push against you. You could feel the distinct shape of his thigh as it slotted in between yours, effectively trapping you against the door. You could feel the warmth of his breath as it ghosted against your lips.
Hesitantly, you reached out a hand, your fingers brushing against a solid form in the empty space before you. You could feel him, the texture of his clothing rough beneath your fingertips, the heat emanating from his body. Yet, your eyes registered only the undisturbed darkness of the room. It was as if he existed just beyond the realm of sight, a tangible phantom. Sometimes, in the darkness, the space directly in front of you seemed to waver, to distort almost imperceptibly, but you quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light, perhaps your eyes playing tricks on you.
“Which one of you is doing this?” You breathed out, your voice only a whisper.
Just be patient. This is what makes it fun, no? The voice purred, a hint of amusement lacing the words.
You couldn't help but let out a short, exasperated huff, turning your face away from the direction where you knew, or at least strongly suspected, he stood.
Your small act of rebellion was met with the harsh pressure of his thigh pressing more forcefully in between yours and a sharp tug on your hair, which won the boy a surprised whine.
You’re so easy, babydoll. The words, spoken close to your ear, were a taunt.
You wanted to bite back, to tell him he was wrong. But you knew that he was right. Each of them possessed a certain undeniable charm, a potent allure that you were often powerless against. In the right circumstances, with the right touch, any single one of the boys could have you melting in their hands within a matter of moments.
I wanted to play a game with you before our show this evening. I think it will be quite fun.
The cool air of the empty room contrasted sharply with the sudden heat blooming across your skin as his lips pressed against the sensitive curve of your neck. The earlier encounter in the car replayed in your mind. His teeth grazed your skin, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine before his mouth softened into a kiss. Your breath hitched as his fingertips slipped beneath the hem of your shirt. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a sound barely audible in the stillness. The darkness, the inability to see his face, heightened every other sensation, making each touch, each breath, feel intensely amplified. He continued his exploration, his hands now tracing the contours of your back, the small of your waist. He seemed to savor your quiet reactions, the subtle shifts in your breathing, the involuntary tremors that ran through you as his hands and mouth explored your skin. He did this for a few minutes, relishing in your quiet noises in the empty room.
Then, as suddenly as he had begun, his presence directly before you vanished. A moment of disorientation passed before you felt him again, his hands now gliding upwards along the sensitive skin of your thighs. Then a constellation of gentle kisses followed in their wake, each press of his lips sending shivers through your body. His hands continued their upward journey, slipping beneath the edge of your skirt. The delicate lace of your panties, resting against your hip bones, became the focus of his teasing fingertips. You realized he had shifted, now kneeling before you.
Should I eat you out, doll? Have you make a mess in your panties before our show? You know that some of them will be able to smell your arousal.
The thought was startling; it made sense, but it wasn’t something you had thought was possible. Yet, as the initial surprise faded, the idea of the boys finding out, the idea of perhaps igniting envy or jealousy, sparked a flame inside of you.
A defiant smirk touched your lips as you broke the silence, "And what about you?" you countered, tilting your head slightly. "How will you be able to keep your arousal hidden from your fans, huh? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing for you to be hard like that on stage?" The question hung in the air, a mirror reflecting his own suggestion back at him, turning the tables in this intimate game of desire and control.
The voice laughed but didn’t give you an answer. There was a moment of silence before your phone dinged from your pocket. You pulled out your phone to see the following notification.
ENHYPEN started a LIVE: “Let's goooo!”
There was silence in the room before you opened the live. You expected to be able to tell who was fucking with you because surely they'd be missing from the live. Your eyebrows raised when you counted all seven of them as they cheerfully introduced themselves and began talking about today's concert. They weren’t in their stage outfits, but their makeup was flawless and they all seemed to glow. And their hair had been done, or at least started, as a few of them still had clips in their hair.
Are you surprised? The voice spoke again, fingers returning to your thighs and pressing upwards. Your legs trembled slightly at the contact.
“How are you doing this?” you asked, scanning the live closely for any signs of who this was. Any clues to give you some sort of idea, but nothing stuck out.
I am a man of many talents, babydoll. Now, come sit.
His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards a chair beside the table. You plopped into the chair, already knowing that you wouldn’t have much of a choice in the matter and propped your phone up on the table in front of you. You watched as all the members laughed and talked amongst each other, reading comments and interacting with fans.
You felt his presence appear behind you, you were now getting used to the shift in the atmosphere as he moved. He wrapped his slender fingers in your hair and pulled, allowing him to reach your neck again. His mouth pressed against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its trail. He kissed your neck slowly, and you struggled to stay focused between the live and his actions. Then his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air slightly. Surprised, you reached up your hand to his, but the action of dominance only turned you on. His other hand reached forward, grasping your chest over your shirt. You looked down and watched as the fabric moved with his touch, but nothing was there. Then you watched as the fabric of your shirt lifted, exposing the lacey fabric of your bra.
You wore such pretty panties and a pretty bra, too? Is our little princess a slut? Almost as if you wished this would happen, huh?
The pet name came out with a sarcastic bite, almost as if he was teasing you for Sunghoon calling you a princess earlier today. A soft moan escaped your lips as the pressure of his hands around your throat tightened, the sensation making you feel lightheaded. Then his free hand slipped into your bra, and his fingers found and roughly pinched your nipple. You gasped, an intense jolt shocked through you, the feeling a good mix of pleasure and pain.
After a moment, he released his hand from around your throat and slid his other hand into your bra, joining the first one to circle and play with your nipples. You felt his breath against your neck as he stood behind you. The live continued on the table in front of you, yet still everything seemed normal, a contrast to the intimacy you were experiencing at the same time. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder.
“Why won't you tell me who you are?” You whispered, quiet moans slipping out afterward as his fingers continued their assault on your nipples.
I’ve already given you a hint, but if you really want to know, it will have its consequences.
You contemplated what he could mean by this. You couldn’t think of anything that could be too bad of an outcome. There were many vague possibilities but you thought, what was the worst that could happen anyway?
“Tell me.” You insisted, urging him to answer you as his fingers continued to play with your hardened nipples.
He chuckled quietly before his presence disappeared from behind you. After a moment, he appeared again, except now in front of you. Then you felt the warmth of his hands as they settled once more on your thighs, sending a new wave of shivers across your already sensitive skin.
Tell me if it becomes too much, doll. I would never want to hurt you.
His voice was gentle as he reassured you, but his hands were a silent contradiction to his words as he grasped your thighs harshly. You jumped at the sudden action, biting your lip to stop from making a startled noise.
His touch was deliberate, his hands pulled your legs apart, slowly exposing the delicate lace of your panties to him from under your skirt. Heat rushed to your face as his fingers slowly teased up your legs, and you could feel warm presses of his mouth against the skin following in the wake of his fingers. You couldn’t help but spread your legs more as he moved closer and closer to your arousal, a subconscious invitation to the boy in front of you.
You heard a quiet hum of possessive satisfaction from between your legs as you gave him access to you. A whimper escaped your lips as his fingers dragged slowly over the fabric of the silk barrier of your panties. The friction ignited you, and you arched slightly towards him, a silent plea for more.
So pretty for us, aren't you? You want to show them how good you are?
His voice teased you before you felt his fingers slide around to your hips and they began to pull your panties down. You lifted your hips to allow them to fall off around your ankles, and he lifted your legs and dropped them off to the side.
It was overwhelming when you first felt his tongue brush against your heat. You gasped and leaned your head back, the pleasure rushing in waves through your body. He was quick to please you, it was almost as if he had been waiting impatiently for this moment despite all his teasing. His tongue lapped against you, quickly and easily finding your clit. You arched your hips towards him, your body craving more of his touch. Moans slipped from your mouth over and over, although you tried to keep them quiet, as in the back of your mind, you knew getting caught here would be quite an issue.
Suddenly a sharp, deliberate clearing of a throat sliced through the air, the noise seemed strained, like it was meant to catch someone's attention. You opened your eyes and remembered that the boys were still live on your phone. It was Heeseung; he was looking straight into the camera, arms folded over his chest, but a slight smirk trailed across his face.
You wondered why he was making that kind of face and whose attention he was trying to grab. Then you wondered if you'd be able to tell who was eating you out. You could recall brief pauses, moments that he must have been speaking during the live broadcast. But your thoughts were quickly distracted when the boy’s tongue found your clit once more. You let out a lewd whine at the pleasure. You watched the live through hooded eyes. The members seemed restless. Jay’s legs were tightly crossed, and a faint flush bloomed across Ni-ki’s cheeks.
The boy below you paused for a moment.
Do you see the effect you have on them, Doll?
You felt heat creep up your neck as the implications of his words.
“W-What do you mean?” you whispered. Your gaze flickered back to the live stream, this time noticing the subtle adjustments in their postures, how it seemed like all of them were sitting in ways that would potentially hide their arousal.
I told you, knowing who I am would have its consequences. He chuckled. They can hear you and all your pretty noises. He paused, the air thick with anticipation. And now I’m going to let them hear how good I can make you feel.
You didn’t have much time to process everything before you felt his fingers push into you and his tongue finding its place once more. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. His slender fingers worked into you easily, stealing your breath at the immediate bliss you felt.
The fact that the boys could hear your reactions, your pleasure, turned you on. Even though you were quite shy and had never been in a situation like this, you couldn't deny the intoxicating pull of knowing that you seemed to affect all of them. You didn’t mind it at all. In fact, you reveled in the idea of the influence you had over them.
You could tell you were getting close as the boy's fingers thrust into you and his tongue worked against your clit. Moans, and whimpers escaped your lips, each sound a testament to the sensations building within you. You let the lewd noises fall from your mouth, the idea that they could hear you, encouraging you to let them flow naturally.
The live was coming to an end, and the boys were saying their goodbyes. You so desperately wanted to watch them react as you came, their eyes widening as the waves of your climax crashed over you, but it didn’t seem like that was going to happen. Your gaze remained fixed on the screen, a silent plea for them to stay for just a moment longer. You watched as the screen went dark and the live feed stopped.
The boy below you seemed to be able to be more focused now, although you were still unsure who it was. That was until you looked down and watched as a blonde-haired boy appeared on his knees before you and looked up at you through thick eyelashes. He had appeared in what almost seemed like a mist that dissipated before your eyes, leaving the boy behind in its place.
“Sunoo?!” you squeaked, surprised.
He didn't answer with words. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk played on his lips as his head dipped back between your legs. Your hands reached down almost instinctively into his hair, your orgasm approaching quickly now, surging forward with a violent intensity now that you knew who had been tormenting you all day.
“Fuck–” you cursed, the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming now that you could actually see who it was, now that you could truly touch him and see him.
Sunoo’s fingers curled inside of you, quickly pushing you over the edge. Your breath hitched before turning into a ragged moan as you started to cum. “Sunoo,” you gasped, his name a broken plea, which earned you a contented hum. Your legs trembled, bucking slightly, but Sunoo held you firmly in place as he continued the pace.
Your fingers tightened in his hair, and you whined, overstimulation causing you to shake. But he didn't stop; his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer to him. Your head dropped back as you tried to pull away from him, the feeling overwhelming.
“Sun–sunoo please–” you begged, fingers tightening in his hair as you tried to pull him away from you.
He kept going until he was pulling desperate, incoherent whines from you, and your body shook relentlessly.
He eventually let you go, and he leaned back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing still ragged, before raking his fingers through his disheveled hair.
“Good girl,” he murmured, a satisfied smile on his face. Then he stood, stretching his long limbs before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“This was you all along?” you breathed out, slumping back into the chair and looking around for your panties.
Sunoo simply smiled, a picture of innocent charm. His eyes crinkled into familiar little crescents that always seemed so disarming and kind. How could that same sweet face harbor such a sadistic and secretive intent?
He shifted, a sudden movement that broke your thoughts, “I have to go,” he announced, almost regretful. “But I'll see you later, pretty! Thanks for playing with me.~” He said with a lilt before he leaned over, kissed you quickly on the mouth, and then disappeared right before your eyes. You stared at the spot where he had stood, your mind still struggling to grab everything that had just happened.
Now that you were alone, you found your panties and put them back on. You smoothed down your clothes and picked up your phone, the screen lighting up to find several missed text messages.
Hoon: “wow princess, playing without me?”
Heeseung: “Mmm, cute.”
Jakey: “Hope you're still coming to the show… I really want to see you.”
Your face was hot. They really had heard everything. Every gasp, every moan. You shook your head slightly, trying to ground yourself, and then headed to the door, peeking out to make sure no one was in the hallway and finally making your way to the bathroom. You cleaned up and made yourself more presentable and not like someone had just made you cum in a random office.
You looked at your phone as you walked back to the green room, it was already time for the boys to be getting dressed and soundcheck would be starting soon.
The concert was amazing, they all did so well, and they looked great. They knew where you were, so they made an effort to wave to you and give you unnecessary fanservice. Yet, amidst the dazzling smiles and practiced interactions with fans, distraction seemed to flicker in their eyes at times. A subtle shift in focus, a momentary lapse in their otherwise unwavering stage presence. You wondered if they were thinking about you and what happened just as much as you couldn’t help but be thinking about them.
After the show, the backstage green room felt like a different world, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the stage. The air was thick with anticipation, your own nerves a tangled knot in your stomach. You would be lying if you said you weren’t anxious about seeing them after what had happened this afternoon.
Jay came in first, his entrance a welcome wave of calm that he always managed to carry so well. He smiled at you, kind and reassuring in a way that quickly ease your nervous tension.
“How was it?” He asked, flopping onto the couch with a sigh and grabbing a bottle of water.
Heeseung and Sunghoon followed, their voices a low murmur as they continued a conversation that had started before they entered.
“It was amazing, you guys did wonderfully.” You managed a smile in response to Jay, your words tumbling out slightly faster than you intended.
Heeseung nodded briefly, hearing your praise, “I agree, It was a good show tonight.”
With a burst of loud laughter, the door swung open, shattering the calmness of the room just moments before. Ni-ki and Jake tumbled into the room. Ni-ki, his finger pointed accusingly at Jake, was doubled over with laughter. “Your voice definitely cracked!”
Jake’s immediate denial was equally vehement, punctuated by a light punch to Ni-ki’s shoulder. “It did not! You’re lying!” his voice was a bit of a whine.
When they realised you were standing there, they both quieted down quickly. Ni-ki’s face flushed red as he turned away, busying himself with his bag, his excitement gone.
“Y/n…” Jake started, his voice quieter, before he walked up to you.
“You did a great job today, Jake.” You responded, unconsciously taking a small step back at the unexpected proximity and intensity of his gaze.
He just smiled in response before he closed the remaining space between you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet in a tight, unexpected hug.
“Oh–” you managed, a small squeak escaping your lips, completely caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but you hugged him back, his hug easing more of the anxious tension in your body.
“I’m really glad you're here,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a tingle down your spine. He held you like this for a moment longer than necessary before he reluctantly placed you back down on the ground, his gaze still locked on you.
“We all are,” a soft voice echoed from behind him. You turned to see Sunoo leaning against the doorframe, a gentle smile gracing his lips as his eyes met yours.
A blush crept up your neck and warmed your cheeks under their combined gazes. But the tension that had ignited the air in the room quickly dissipated as the door swung open and their manager walked in, rushing the boys to leave and head to the vans.
You trailed after the group as they made their way out of the venue and towards the waiting vans that would take them back to the dorm. A nagging feeling tugged at your mind as you scanned the group. Jungwon was nowhere to be seen. But your concern was just as quickly forgotten as a playful fight broke out near the van. Jake, with a mischievous grin, shoved a protesting Sunghoon out of the way so he could get into the van first.
Sunghoon then took Jake’s old spot in the front with the driver. Shaking his head in annoyance as he plopped down in the seat.
When you stepped into the van you remembered this morning when Sunoo had caused you to flash everyone, and you wondered if he was going to try to pull a similar stunt. Thankfully, he didn’t.
You found your place in the back once more this time in between Sunoo and an overly cheerful Jake who had stolen Sunghoon’s spot.
You clicked your seatbelt into place and sighed, a sense of fatigue hitting you from the long day. You knew the boys must feel similarly, if not more so, after a long and strenuous performance.
This time, Sunoo was the one with his eyes closed. You wondered if his powers were tiresome and if he had worn himself out on top of their concert.
You looked over to Jake, who turned to meet your glance when he noticed you watching him.
“You can rest on me if you’re tired y/n.” He smiled, patting his shoulder.
“Thanks Jake.” You replied, and you allowed yourself to lean into him, his warmth easing you into a comfortable doze as the vans took off towards the dorms.
You woke up just before the vans pulled up to the dorms, Jake was dozing too, his hand resting on your thigh a little higher than what would normally be considered appropriate and his head leaning backwards against the headrest. You couldn’t help but wonder why he was so clingy all of a sudden, but you really didn’t mind.
Everyone slowly trickled out of the vans, thanking the managers and grabbing their bags before heading inside. You lingered, watching as the boys headed into the dorm. Being the last one in, you were met with a haphazard heap of shoes left in a chaotic mess at the door. You nudged the scattered shoes into some sort of order, creating a pathway so no one tripped coming in or leaving.
Everyone was now doing their own thing, some headed into their bedrooms, eager to unpack or change into comfortable clothes. Some headed into the common areas, ready to just go ahead and relax without worrying about unpacking their things. The promise of a day off tomorrow hung in the air.
The quiet was broken by Ni-ki. He leaned against the doorframe of the living room, a playful glint in his eyes.”I think we should have a tournament,” He announced. ”I’m in the mood to get first place.” His tone was provacative, an obvious tactic to try and get the other guys to join him.
Jay, who had already made himself comfortable on the couch let out a laugh. “You literally suck at games dude,” he retorded. He was already dressed for comfort, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“Bet?” Ni-ki challenged, his eyes locking onto the older member. Without waiting for Jay’s response, he reached for a PlayStation controller, switching on the console. He then tossed the second controller to Jay before settling down beside him on the floor, his gaze already fixed on the loading screen.
You shook your head and smiled at their familiar banter before heading into the kitchen. You knew the boys needed to eat, so you opened the freezer to see what you could throw in the oven for them to snack on. There wasn’t much, but you decided that the frozen pizzas would have to do. You were a bit too worn out to make anything more complex, and you knew the boys would honestly eat anything.
Heeseung had quietly slipped away to take a shower. A long, hot shower was one of his preferred methods of relaxing and unwinding. The sound of the water running could soon be heard from down the hall. Sunghoon and Jake, drawn by the unfolding drama, had joined the other two in the living room, opting to join in on their video game tournament.
Sunoo, however, had already gone into his room, and the door was closed. You were unsure if he planned on coming back out or not this evening.
“Hey.” The soft sound came from behind you as you slipped the frozen pizzas into the oven, the heat warming your face before you closed the door. You turned around to find Jungwon standing just inside the kitchen. He seemed stiff and his posture awkward, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond you.
“Hi Wonnie, you okay?” you asked, concerned, “I didn’t see you after the show.” You took a step forward, instinctively wanting to close the distance between you and your best friend. Jungwon was usually so vibrant and full of energy after a performance, but now he seemed strangely subdued, almost… troubled.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just– I needed to talk with the manager and ended up going to the vans right away.” His reply was short, and he still wouldn't meet your gaze. He shifted his weight, hands disappearing into the pockets of his sweatpants, the fabric pulling tightly against his thighs.
You offered him a soft, reassuring smile, hoping to break through this strange barrier Jungwon had created. You took a step forward, stepping into his personal space. You slipped your arms between his arms and his sides, wrapping them around his torso in a warm embrace. For a moment, you felt his body tense beneath your touch, a reaction of surprise or perhaps resistance. Then, with a soft sigh that you felt more than heard, his muscles relaxed. He pulled his hands out from his pockets, his own arms circling your back, his chin resting gently on the top of your head.
“You did such a great job today Won.” you murmured quietly, closing your eyes and leaning into the familiar warmth of his body. The subtle scent of his cologne filled your senses, a comforting smell you had since associated with the feeling of home. A scent that always calmed your nerves and made you feel safe.
“Thank you y/n. I am always happy when you’re around.” He replied, his voice soft. You both stood in comfortable silence for a few moments before you released him, your hands resting briefly against the soft fabric at his waist before reluctantly falling back to your sides.
He seemed a bit more relaxed now, although still a bit awkward, his eyes still avoiding yours. “I just– It’s hard too–,” Jungwon began, the words catching in his throat. His brow furrowed in concentration as he visibly wrestled with trying to find the words he wanted to say. He opened his mouth, closed it, then shifted his weight again, still obviously bothered by something.
“Hyung!” Ni-ki’s voice echoed from the living room, the shout slicing throught the tense atmosphere in the kitchen “We are waiting on you! Hurry up!”
‘Ah.. Coming!” He shouted back as he glanced over his shoulder towards the living room. Turning his attention back to you, his expression softened slightly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. “I guess I need to join them,” he said, a small, lopsided smile gracing his lips. Then he turned and headed into the living room, leaving you alone with the sense of unspoken words heavy in the air.
You leaned forward against the island, peering into the living room and watching as the boys argued and laughed amongst themselves as Jungwon joined them.
Finally. I want to finish what I started earlier today. The unbodied voice, one you now recognized as belonging to Sunoo, resonated directly within your mind. His voice was laced with desire, sending a shiver tracing its way down your spine. The air in the kitchen suddenly felt charged, electric.
You jolted, having not expected a voice to be so close to you, since, to the naked eye, you were alone in the kitchen.
“Sunoo, I have to wait for the pizza to finish,” you whispered in reply, a teasing lilt in your voice. You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth.
Suddenly, you felt his presence press against your back, not with physical weight, but with a distinct sense of nearness, a warm, insistent pressure that pushed you gently against the cool, unyielding surface of the kitchen counter. The unexpected proximity, the feeling of his intangible form molding itself against the contours of your body, sent a rush of heat flooding through you, starting in the pit of your stomach and spreading rapidly through your limbs. Your breath hitched, and the playful smirk faded, replaced by a flush that warmed your cheeks. The task of waiting for pizza suddenly felt charged with an entirely different kind of anticipation.
We have enough time. You just have to be quiet Doll.
Your skin tingled at the implications of his words, and you gasped when you felt his hips roll against you from behind. His cock was hard against you as he rutted against you again.
You felt his hands glide up against the back of your thighs, his fingernails slightly scratching your skin, before slowly pushing the fabric of your skirt up over your ass.
“Sunoo!” you hissed quietly, not wanting to alert the rowdy boys distracted by their game in the living room. “We can’t–,” your response was interrupted by the feeling of his fingers rubbing your heat through your underwear.
Sure we can; they’re preoccupied. I know you can be quiet, can't you? He replied as his fingers continued to touch you teasingly. You could tell he had no intention of stopping his actions unless you clearly told him too.
“And if we get caught?” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed. The feeling of arousal coursing through you as his fingers continued to tease you.
Then you might have some other problems that need to be taken care of I suppose. Not that I would mind watching, honestly.
You shuddered at the thought of being caught and arousing the other guys once again today.
The realization of your own magnetic pull on them was intoxicating, a mix of power and vulnerability that kept you teetering on the edge of being caught, a dangerous game you found yourself increasingly drawn to playing.
You leaned forward, giving Sunoo more access to you, and he took this opportunity to slide your panties to the side. Your skin turned hot when you felt his cock side up and down your heat, a motion that was almost too easy due to how aroused you already were. He teased you like this for a moment, the head of his cock sending a jolt through you everytime it slid against your clit.
Such a good girl. You felt him whisper against your ear as he began to push into you. You bit your lip harshly, doing everything you could to hold back the noises that so desperately wanted to escape.
Sunoo was slow, he took his time pushing into you with ease until he bottomed out.
You couldn’t help the tiny whine that escaped your lips at the feeling of being full, his cock twitching inside of you in response. Thankfully, the boys in the living room were too caught up in their game to notice anything happening in the room behind them.
Sunoo’s hands grabbed onto your hips, fingers pressing into your skin as he slowly fucked you. It was torturous, the feeling of his length sliding almost completely out of you, then slowly filling you back up. The worst part, is that he never really sped up, he continued to fuck you slowly, seemingly wanting to memorize every inch of inside of you. Your knuckles were white as you clenched your fists on top of the marble island, probably as white as Sunoo’s knuckles were, considering the way he was holding your hips.
He wouldn’t let you move, he simply fucked you as he wanted. He ignored you every time you tried to push back against him, only holding you against the island harder. You wondered if he was edging himself, if the slowness wasn’t torture for him the way it was for you. Nonetheless, your legs shook underneath you at the pleasure his actions created inside of you.
After a few minutes of this, Sunoo pulled you back a bit until you were leaning over, elbows resting on the island.
So pretty like this baby, letting me take you as I want, wherever I want. He praised, the view of you being bent over like this only spurring him on.
He took one arm and wrapped it around your waist, holding you steady, while the other arm reached around you and his hand dipped into the front of your panties. His fingers quickly found your clit, sliding over it again and again with practiced ease.
You couldn’t help but drop your head forward, gaze now staring at the island underneath you instead of watching out for anyone getting up in the living room. You were panting a bit, doing everything in your power to stay quiet, although tiny whimpers still found their way out with every particularly deep thrust, the head of his cock grazing against your cervix.
You trust me y/n? Sunoo said suddenly and you could hear just how fucked out he was in his voice. You nodded, head still tilted down towards the island below you. Sunoo suddenly picked up the pace, and his arm around your waist tightened.
“Y/n?” You heard from in front of you, and an icy chill ran down your spine. You had been caught.
Suddenly, before you could even react, Sunoo’s hand, which had been steady at your waist, shot upwards, covering your mouth with surprising force. He hauled you backwards, flush against him as he continued to fuck you without even a moment of pause, his fingers still working as best as they could from this position.
In front of you was Jungwon, standing at the edge of the island opposite you. You trembled as his gaze bore into you, unwavering and intense. Heat flooded your cheeks, a blush that spread rapidly across your face and down your neck. You couldn't tell if you were embarrassed about being caught, or aroused by the fact that your best friend was now watching you. You subconsciously tightened around Sunoo’s causing him to grunt quietly.
Fuck— you like him watching you huh? Sunoo breathed into your ear.
Slut. The word stung, the degradation catching you off guard. You whimpered into his hand that was still tight across your mouth in response.
“Has anyone seen y/n?” Jungwon asked, turning away from you and looking back into the living room. He was met with a chorus of shrugs and no’s.
You heard Sunoo chuckle before he released his hand from your mouth and put it back around your waist. You looked down, trying to understand why Jungwon had pretended like you weren't there. Then you saw it, the almost imperceptible shimmer in the air around you, the way the light seemed to distort slightly at your edges. Just like Sunoo, you were somehow, impossibly, invisible.
Then, before you could even process this fact, Sunoo suddenly bent you over harshly, and your chest and cheek were met with the coolness of the marble island. He changed his pace; what was once slow and sensual was now rough and aggressive. His hand pressed into your back, holding you in place against the island as he fucked you, his fingers picking up their pace on your swollen clit.
You bit your lip, even though Jungwon couldn’t see you, you didn’t know if he’d be able to hear you, and he was still standing near the edge of the kitchen.
You were getting close now, the faster pace and Sunoo’s fingers against your clit were pushing you closer and closer. You could hear Sunoo’s labored breathing, so you knew he was getting close too.
Fuck– taking you in front of them and they don’t even know it. It’s so fucking hot y/n. Sunoo whispered, his hand resting on your back, clenched around the fabric of your shirt. And you are being so good aren’t you babydoll? The sudden praise sent a fresh jolt of electricity through your already sensitized nerves.
A small nod was all you could manage, your head swimming with the dizzying nearness of your orgasm.
“Sunoo…” you whispered as quietly as you could, “close…”
I know, me too. His reply was immediate, his pace quickening even more, each thrust becoming more and more urgent. You have to stay quiet, let's not disturb the boys, hmm?
His fingers circled your clit harshly as his tempo became sloppy. You reached up to cover your own mouth as your orgasm quickly approached. You looked up, watching as the boys in the room had no idea this was happening behind them, and the thought combined with Sunoo’s strong thrusts tipped you over the edge.
You pressed your hand tightly against your mouth, and your eyes shut and rolled back as you came. Your legs shook as you tightened around Sunoo’s cock, effectively pushing him closer to the edge. He fucked you through it, doing his best to hold his own orgasm back until he couldn’t any longer. He pulled out of you, and turned you around to face him. You watched as he materialized before you, his own cheeks flushed and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He lifted your skirt and pulled your panties away from your body before cumming onto the lacey material.
After he was finished, he let the elastic fabric of the waistband snap back against your skin effectively trapping his cum against your still throbbing pussy. The act was surprisingly lewd, and you couldn’t help but blush at the feeling of his cum soaking your panties along with yours.
I would have cum inside you if I had the option too. But I also dont think my bandmates would appreciate me cumming on the kitchen floor you know? He shrugged, a knowing and sinister smirk on his face. You could see through his excuses. He just wanted you to figure out how to deal with your soaking panties without getting caught.
He helped you fix your clothes and pushed the stray pieces of your hair behind your ear before kissing you on the cheek and disappearing again. You looked down at yourself and realized you were visible again, too. You shook your head in disbelief, the events from today had all been so much. Just as you were trying to collect your thoughts, trying to process everything that had happened, the oven beeped, signaling that the long-forgotten pizza was finally done.
You turned to look around, realizing that Jungwon had found his seat again in the living room. You took a step forward towards the oven, but your legs shook as you tried to move, giving you the appearance of a newborn deer.
“Fuck,” you whispered, a mix of frustration and amusement, and you couldn’t help but laugh. How on earth were you supposed to make a graceful exit while battling legs that felt as though they had just completed a hike up a mountain without any prior conditioning?
You cautiously walked towards the oven, using the island as a crutch, then you carefully took out the pizzas and set them on the counter. Thankfully, you had been smart enough to leave the pizza cutter out, so you cut the pizzas into slices for the boys. They could figure out how to share and get their slices themselves. A deep breath filled your lungs, a conscious effort to regain composure. You needed to leave before anyone noticed you were acting differently.
You slowly walked towards the living room, the wetness of your panties causing your face to remain a very noticeable shade of red. You were trying to sneak out, maybe that would be the best option to get out of the dorm.
Just as you had mentally mapped out your escape route, a single foot past the couch, a voice cut through the room, “Y/n, are you leaving?” You winced slightly, hoping you would have at least made it to your shoes before being noticed. The voice belonged to Jake, and as you turned to face him, his expression was one of sadness, his eyes mirroring those of a dejected puppy.
“Yeah, the pizza is ready, though! You guys make sure to eat, and I'll see you soon.” You said in a rush, awkwardly bending over to try and put on your shoes. Your legs trembled as you were bent over tying the laces.
Suddenly, another pair of legs entered your immediate view. Someone else had joined you near the entryway, also intent on putting on their shoes. Your gaze drifted downward, noting the slender fingers tying the laces of what looked like well-worn boots. "I'm gonna walk you home. It's late." Jake announced, his voice adamant.
While you appreciated the gesture, you hadn't anticipated an escort, especially not Jake. Straightening up, you plastered a reassuring smile on your face, hoping to dissuade him. "It's really okay Jake! You don't have to," you insisted, trying to sound convincing.
Jake, however, remained unmoved. He simply shook his head, a gentle but firm denial. Before you could protest further, he reached for your hand, his touch warm against your skin. He then turned and opened the door, leading you out into the cool night air.
“I didn’t even get to say goodbye!” You laughed as you watched him reach back to lock the door behind him.
"Oops," Jake responded simply. He gave a slight shrug, his eyes twinkling in the dim light before he tightened his grip on your hand once more and gently pulled you along the sidewalk.
You fell into a comfortable silence, allowing him to lead the way. Jake had always been sweet, and his flirtatious nature was something you had grown accustomed to. However, this sudden protectiveness, this almost insistent need to walk you home, felt different. It was a level of clinginess you hadn't experienced with him before.
The walk home was mostly quiet; you could tell Jake was nervous about something, but he continued to hold your hand as you walked. You didn’t mind because you were mostly focused on trying to keep your legs steady.
A few minutes passed and as you approached your apartment, Jake paused, his gaze lifting to the sky above. “The moon is pretty, isn’t it?” He said quietly, before turning back to look at you.
You looked up. The moon was radiating a soft glow; it was almost full. “It is pretty.” You agreed.
“Almost as pretty as you.” Jake mumbled. He was so quiet that you almost missed it, you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you again.
“Jake—,” you started, a warm blush creeping over your cheeks, a reaction to his unexpected compliment.
“Hey, look,” he interrupted you, his grip on your hand tightening slightly, “I have a special event coming up.” He reached up with his other hand to grab the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness, “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me as my plus one.”
“Oh?” You stuttered, not expecting him to ask something like this. “I—I mean, I’d love to. Are you sure it’s a good idea?”
“It’s a private event. I.. I already talked to our manager and got the okay.” He admitted shyly, dropping his free hand back down and putting it in his pocket. His other hand still held yours, it seemed like he was afraid to let go.
“Then sure Jake, I’d love to go with you.” You responded, returning a gentle squeeze of your own to his hand.
A wave of pure relief washed over Jake's face, manifesting as a wide, unrestrained grin. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulled your hand that he had been holding and wrapped his arms around you just like he had earlier this evening. It was the same comforting hug he had offered before, but this time it carried a heavier weight of emotion. You returned the hug, leaning your cheek against his chest, and melting into his warmth. He was always so warm.
Lost in the moment, enveloped in the closeness, Jake suddenly broke the silence. “Are you wearing perfume?” he asked, his voice muffled slightly against your hair as he still held you tightly against his chest. The unexpected question, delivered with a hint of curiosity, caught you off guard.
A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “Uh… no, it would have completely worn off by now,” you replied, amused by the randomness of his question. It had been hours since you had gotten ready, and any fragrance would surely have faded into nothingness.
“Hmm… you just smell really good.” He mumbled, before pulling away from you slightly, just enough to look down into your eyes.
His hands, which had been wrapped around your upper back, now settled firmly on your waist, his thumbs gently tracing the curve of your hips. The proximity was undeniably intimate. You were close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. He was close enough that he could easily kiss you if he wanted to. The air crackled with anticipation as you gazed at him in silence, your heart pounding against your ribs. You noticed his subtle nervous habit – the way he momentarily bit his lower lip, a gesture that showed a hint of his own inner turmoil. Did he want to kiss you? The moment stretched, thick with unspoken feelings, before he finally let go of you.
Stepping back, Jake shoved his hands into his pockets once more, “Anyway, I’ll see you soon then?” he said, the casual tone attempting to mask the lingering intimacy of the previous moment.
“Of course.” You replied, reaching into your shoulder bag, you fumbled for your apartment keys, the metallic jingle momentarily breaking the subtle tension. Jake patiently waited as you located the keys, unlocked the door, and stepped across the threshold of your apartment. Only once you were inside did he finally turn to leave.
“Bye y/n!” he called out as he walked away, his hands still tucked securely in his pockets.
“Bye Jake, get back home safely!” you called back, watching his retreating figure. He turned his head, offering a warm smile and a quick nod before continuing on his way. You lingered in the doorway for a moment, watching him until he was almost out of sight, before finally closing the door.
The click of the deadbolt echoed in the quiet of the apartment as you locked the door, a small but definitive action that signaled the end of your long day. With a sigh of contentment, you took off your worn sneakers, the weight lifting from your tired feet. Your focus shifted immediately to the promise of warmth and cleanliness awaiting you in the bathroom. A well-aimed toss sent your soiled clothes tumbling into the laundry basket, followed by the sound of rushing water filling the silence as you turned on the water. You waited for the temperature to warm up before you finally stepped in. The warmth of the water soothed the tension in your shoulders and neck as a wave of relaxation spread through your limbs. You could feel the stress of the day, not of hardship or negativity, but of the sheer weight of emotional engagement, slowly dissolving and swirling down the drain. You washed, dried your hair, and put on a pair of your favorite pajamas before heading off to the bedroom. The sight of your bed, with its smooth, cool sheets, was an open invitation. You slipped beneath the covers and pulled the sheets up to your face.
You replayed the day's events in your head. Your heart twisted as it replayed through the different moments of intimacy and care. You wondered briefly if what was happening was really okay, you worried about someone getting hurt. But then again, you were unsure that you’d truly want to change anything. You were content with how things were now even with this new change to your relationship with each of the boys. You continued to daydream, but It wasn't long before the gentle pull of exhaustion claimed you, lulling you into a much-needed sleep. One you’d likely need if you were going to have more days like this one in the future.
☾ author note: thank you for reading! Sorry for the long wait! This chapter was challenging, along with my health recently. please comment below if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know how you enjoyed this chapter!
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