[ heard but unseen. ] — hyunjin wonders what use a mirror is to his vampire form until he gets you before it and sees the delectable synopsis that could fulfill his craving.
rating: mature! pairing: vampire! hyunjin x human! gender-neutral! reader genre: smut, supernatural word count: 1.2k [warnings]: mature content, sexual content, sensory deprivation, mirror kink, hair-pulling, mentions of masturbation, drooling, unsafe sex, creampie A/N: this idea came to me from the joke “how many vampires do you think have been backed over because they couldn’t be seen in the rear-view mirrors?” enjoy! do not interact with this if you are under 18.
— kinktober 2021 masterlist
An aggrivational expression on his face, Hyunjin's forehead had never been so tense. The man had wandered up and down the halls of his home for weeks, awaiting the moonlight to seep through the thin cracks of the thick curtains to come and find you.
But it was you that found him first, his long form stood still with his index finger rubbing across his plump, bottom lip.
"You seem bothered." Your voice didn't cater to his lost but focused state, his brow only lifting in response.
"I've never made use of this mirror." He chimed, opposite hand finding your shoulder to pull you into his side.
The golden-framed piece was too large to set on furniture, too heavy and timid. It was meant to be drilled into its original vanity, one that had been lost long before you even knew Hyunjin's kind existed. It only leaned up against the wall like an art piece created so long ago, dust concealing the top around the designed swirls in the frame.
His perception confused you, eyes finding only your own in the reflection. An undead man had no use of such an object, the smirk forming on his lips completely out of your sight from where you stood.
Head falling against your own, dragging down to your shoulder to press a kiss to your neck, then your cheek, and one lasting peck to your temple.
"Until now."
It was obvious where his mind had disappeared to. Why he had been so drawn to the reflective glass in the golden frame. It wasn't that he could see himself, it was that he could only see you. Like a mosaic painting only he would witness during his walk of the museum.
Your hair moved backward, pressed behind your ear by his long fingers. A new display of skin he searched for, his lips enclosed on the lobe of your ear as he took in a deep breath of your scent.
"Would you care to make use of it with me?" A sharp point of the long canine hardly caught your warm skin before he pulled away, finally taking in your eyes shining back at him.
"What else would I do tonight?" Your response was sarcastic, it only made the corners of his lips thin into a wicked smile.
Usually it was only your breathing reacting to his actions, but as he slipped down to his knees dragging his hands down your form as he went, it was his panting filling the room.
Intimacy was proven each time he roamed your skin, pulled fabric from your limbs. Top over your head, bottoms yanked to the floor to droop around your feet. His tongue wasn't even hot like the natural person, but he still ravished you like a last meal.
Blonde locks floating past his shoulders, threaded through your fingers and gently tugged in tandem with the twirls of his muscle, your moans finally caught up to his heavy breathing.
"Cravings, they do things to the mind." Hyunjin always had a way of explaining himself, even in the midst of his heated display.
When the man fell most hungry, the thickened red liquid undrinkable unless optionless, you were his fix. Hefty pumps or kitten licks closing him in on his next high, his deadened body still able to feel certain feelings in due time.
"Then why are you being so gentle?" Voice like water against his rocks, the man's strong pull at your hips caused you to catch his sight.
Large eyes blown in proportion to your own, lips swelling by the minute, milky skin speckled with youth to mask himself as more human; Hyunjin begged you.
"Allow me to do more then."
And his predominated thought was returned to his mind, muscles tensing with his motions. Hands around your waist as he spun completely, he fell behind you. human senses at their peak from the loss of one—sight—you maneuvered towards the true potential.
No one stood behind you in the reflection, and yet you felt his cold form pressing into your nearly nude body. His fingertips collided with the bands of your underwear, tugging, yanking, kicking them away until they were on the floor inches from you. His lips found the skin of your neck a second time, licking and biting, but never leaving a real mark. Your blood rushed to the exposed spaces, focused in on where he brought pressure, and filled his nose with his second favorite scent of all.
Even in the dark of night, you knew he could find you. Candles lit, dimmed bulbs flickering from age on the walls, and Hyunjin pulling you into his front whilst you both fell to the floor.
Your legs opened wider in the reflection, a single person staring back at you. The skin of your thighs moved with his fingertips, changed colors with his rough hand enveloping the skin to watch it react, and returned to its natural color as he turned his attention elsewhere.
Your lower-half was at the hottest temperature of your entire body, small gestures of his cold breath making you break with goosebumps. He found you, wet from the arousal he gave you and the rushing visual of what he looked like behind you. Two fingers toyed with you, slowly making circles. More wetness, his panting louder than the squelches in your ear, and the hard poke of his cock against your ass.
"If you don't—" You began, smirking to yourself in the mirror because you knew he could see you. "—you'll never see yourself again."
A well-made point to his already stated hypothesis. His hand hardly brushed against his throbbing self before it was tugged from below his button and zipper, placed at your entrance to witness magic at its finest.
Your back curved against him, hole swelled from his tip, and your body took him with a single thrust. Warmed up, pleading and merciless to his craving to release the pressure of hunger in his chest, he saw exactly what he hoped to.
In his perspective, it looked as if you were masturbating with an invisible object. Head thrown back, mouth agape, his name spilling from your lips with a slight bit of drool: he was enjoying this sight more than anything he had seen before, because it was you.
"Look at that." His voice was sing-songy, hand moving into your peripheral as he pointed your own form out in the mirror. "You take me so well."
He could see himself slip out of you, and you could feel him press back in. Eyes heavy from the pleasure, it almost seemed as if he wanted the show to himself now. Hard thrusts paired with heavy thumps of your beating heart against his chest, he smiled harder than he ever had before.
"Almost feels like it's mine again."
You didn't need to see him in the reflection of the history-riddled piece, you could feel his cold cheek closing in on yours. The heat of your body mixed with the intense chill of his brought an exchange of liquids to rush from both of you, hefty breaths and laughter the only sound in the open space.
"Settled?" You asked, voice hoarse but fulfilled.
"Of all the mirrors—" He grinned. "I knew I'd need to keep this one around for a special day like today."
© copyright bearseungmin 2021. all rights are reserved. do not modify, repost, or translate without my permission. please.
