Secret Moonstruck

HEESEUNG: Heeseung was playing, you were lying on the other side of the couch, your legs stretched out over him, trying to get his attention. He seemed to be ignoring you, but when he lost the game because of you, he pulled your leg, making you let out a surprised yelp. A second scream caught in your throat when you felt his lips on your ankle, his fangs pressing into your skin. You blushed at the sudden feeling of him drinking your blood. He smiled when he heard a muffled moan come from you, leaving a kiss where he had just bitten, and another higher up, up your leg, your thighs. A shiver ran through your body when he bit you again, marking your thighs, his fangs digging into one while his fingers gripped the other tightly, leaving bruises. - You ruined my game, now you'll have to pay. - Heeseung's words made you feel increasingly hot under his body. The quiet night transformed with a mess of moans echoing through the room as he punished you for getting in his way, a punishment you loved. Heeseung's darkened eyes glinted with something wild when you finished, he loved seeing you destroyed, marked and fucked beneath him. Who cared about a stupid game anyway?

JAKE: It was supposed to be just a quiet family lunch, but when you ended up cutting yourself while cooking, you knew you were ruined.

It was just a small cut, but you instantly turned to where Jake was. His eyes made it clear he'd smelled it, a smile already plastered on his face as he watched you climb the stairs.

You intended to just clean the cut and bandage it, but before you could close the bathroom door, Jake was there, and he slammed it shut behind him.

- Not now, Jake, the whole family is downstairs. -  you said, turning away, trying to ignore him.

Your hand barely touched the faucet when he turned you, pressing your body against the sink. Grabbing your hand, sucking the blood from your injured finger. It wasn't much, the small amount only made him crave more, but it was enough to get him excited. Clothes quickly discarded before he lifts you over the cold sink., his lips attacking yours roughly, his hands roaming your body possessively.

His lips trailing down your neck made you tense, not with fear or awkwardness, but with anticipation. You shivered as you felt him sink his fangs into you as he penetrated you.

Your moans growing louder, he pressed his hand against your mouth, trying to muffle your sounds.

- Shh. You know I love listening to you, but you don't want your family to hear what a slut you are, right?

He was right, and if it weren't for his hand covering your mouth, they certainly would have heard you when you climaxed right after feeling him fill you with his hot cum.

When you returned, you couldn't believe his shameless, chatting innocently with your family as if he hadn't just fucked you in the bathroom while they were standing there a few steps away, chatting, waiting for lunch.

JAY: For Jay, drinking your blood wasn't something that led to sex, it was quite the opposite. He liked to save it for the right moment. He used it as a weapon to make you crumble beneath him, a weapon he used to intensify his pleasure.

You were in his lap, your hips moving against him, feeling him furiously hard against you.

It was always like this, you're a tease, but he loves that about you.

He loves how you always start out confidently teasing him, only to be a trembling mess riding his cock. Jay's fangs dug into your collarbone, the sounds of your moans making him go deeper and deeper with his thrusts.

Your body already trembling as you neared climax, he gripped your waist your movements increasingly intense, pushing you both to the edge.

Only when they were finished did he stop drinking your blood, kissing your lips and caressing your flushed face, smiling at how fucking beautiful and drained you looked.

SUNGHOON: This man always knows when his sweet girlfriend is ovulating, and it's at that moment that his calm and perfect appearance fades, and he becomes hungry. He always says that at that moment his blood becomes tastier. You were in the kitchen when Sunghoon arrived home. As soon as he walked through the door, he smiled, his scent was even more vibrant. He went to the kitchen and watched as his little girlfriend walked excitedly around the kitchen preparing dinner. Hugging you from behind, inhaling your scent, he sighed before turning you to face him. You smiled innocently before noticing how dark his boyfriend's eyes were, already anticipating what was to come. Things escalated quickly, and now you were bent over the sink, your boyfriend fucking you fiercely, Sunghoon's fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back as he drank your blood. You are so close to climax when he flipped you over, placing you on the table as he continued his thrusts, bringing your wrist to his lips, biting it, tasting your blood as he finally came, filling you completely.

You could see his eyes shift, returning to those of your loving, perfect boyfriend, but seeing how his eyes still looked desperate for you, made it clear that dinner would have to wait, as it was obvious how much he still needed you, and as a good girlfriend, you would have to take care of him.

SUNOO: Sunoo is incredibly needy and always has his fangs on you. He doesn't care where you are; he just drags you somewhere and drinks your blood. This is already a dangerous thing to do in public, but the fact that drinking blood always involved sexual activity increased the risk of getting caught even more.

After a few days without seeing you, he was needier than usual, drinking your blood constantly, several times that day. When you were finally alone in his apartment that night, with him finally inside you, Sunoo was so overcome with desire and the taste of your blood that he lost control and didn't notice his body weakening. And you were also so intoxicated by the feeling of his body against yours that you didn't realize that the reason your head was spinning wasn't just from the pleasure, but from being weak after drinking your blood so many times. Tears streaked your face when you climaxed so intensely, Sunoo couldn't hold back much longer as he felt you contract, tightening around him, making him come immediately, filling you. His lips were still on your collarbone as he drank your blood, then he felt your body go limp beneath him. It was only then that he realized how pale and cold you were. He hated himself so much for it, and later it was difficult to calm him as he sobbed, cuddling you in bed, crying apologetically. - I almost killed you... forgive me. - he kept repeating it constantly. You weren't angry, you would never blame him for it. After all, if you didn't like it, you would have said so already, but you loved how needy he always was for you and your blood.

JUNGWON: The cute kitten who liked to watch movies cuddled up to his girlfriend, but it was just an excuse to drink your blood. The two were in the living room watching a movie, Jungwon hugging her, as usual, but as always, he started sneakily by nuzzling her neck, inhaling her scent, leaving a trail of kisses, his fangs scratching her neck, and then finally biting her. The sweet moment turned into something heated. Jungwon's hunger wasn't just for your blood, but for you. It wasn't long before you were lying on the couch with a ravenous Jungwon between your legs, his tongue against your heat, occasionally replacing it with his fingers, his lips moving to your thighs, sinking his fangs into your skin, sucking your blood, making you tremble. Alternating between leaving bites on your body and returning his attention to your heat, bringing you to climax. After finishing, he kissed each spot where he had bitten, cleaning every drop of blood staining your body before kissing you. "I need you, Y/N." Jungwon's eyes darkened as he led you to the bedroom, as he was just getting started.

NI-KI: Your blood is like a sedative to him, whenever he's angry, he needs to drink it. He's extremely jealous and has trouble controlling his anger. When you were at a park, he saw some guys giving you dirty looks. Ni-Ki became furious and very jealous, even though you didn't know what was happening. You were distracted eating your ice cream when he caught you by surprise and dragged you away. When you were in a remote, wooded area, far from the picnickers, he pinned you against a huge tree, grabbing your small body and lifting you up, your legs locked around his waist, his lips attacking your neck, immediately drawing your blood. His anger subsided a little, but the desire for you took over his body. Pressing you against the tree, he managed to unzip your pants and remove enough to expose his erection, your short dress giving him easy access, then he only had to pull aside your panties to access your wet entrance. He held you still angrily against the tree, his teeth sinking into your neck, hot blood dripping down your lips, his anger slowly fading. When you finally reached your climax and all of Ni-Ki's anger disappeared, you caressed Niki's now-calm face, and he kissed her as if apologizing for losing control of his anger again. When you returned to the park as if nothing had happened, you couldn't help but smile at how the boy who had been burning with rage minutes before was now meek and smiling.

It had been weeks since you met Sunoo in the forest, or rather, he met you.

You couldn't remember why you were there. You had no reason to be in a forest. It frustrated you. Why would you go there? Your only memory was what happened afterward, awakening.

That's when you saw him for the first time, the cute fox hybrid had his head lying on your belly watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

Sunoo said that he had spent years as a prisoner, but had managed to escape that night, and that was when he found you, unconscious, almost dead after having been attacked by dark creatures that roamed that forest.

You were really grateful to him, and you didn't know how to thank him, but what he said was the strangest thing and it left you confused.

"I shared my energy to save you, and when a fox shares its energy, it becomes attached to that person. So now I belong to you, and you belong to me."

The way he said it like it was the best thing that had ever happened to him, how he smiled happily and his tail wagged excitedly, he was beautiful, cute and it almost distracted you from the strangeness of what he said, but it still scared you, maybe he was crazy?.

You tried to walk away and leave him there, run away from him, but he clung to you, following you home. You tried your best to ignore him, but you couldn't, not when he looked so pure, so innocent, staring at you with tear-filled eyes, like an abandoned puppy. Something was controlling you. Maybe what he said about sharing energy was an excuse, maybe he'd actually bewitched you... You tried to convince yourself, but deep down you knew it was just you being weak and accepting him.

It was easy to get used to having Sunoo in your house, he brightened your day, being sweet and affectionate, hugging you whenever you came home.

But it was also difficult, his actions left you confused. He was always around, touching, cuddling against your body...it would be something pure and sweet, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't a pet, he was a man, and a very handsome one, and you didn't know how innocent his actions were.

You questioned it when you woke up and there he was, his warm body pressed against yours as his arms trapped you in a possessive embrace, his breath sending shivers down your spine as his face was in the crook of your neck.

“I love your scent, it calms me.” He said when you asked him why he was always doing that.

It was impossible to deny that you were attracted to him, but you didn't know the meaning of his behavior. Because just as he acted this way, as if you belonged to him, he also seemed guileless, too pure. It was driving you crazy; you wanted to rip this naiveté out of him, which contrasted with what he evoked in you.

Each day was torture, and his innocence irritated you, but it instigated you more, you were at your limit, your patience hanging by a thread, tired of him being all cute and sweet all the time, and then making your body feel hot with his touch.

You nearly exploded the day you hurt yourself cooking, and he came over all worried. Bandage it? No, his solution was to kiss your lips.

And when you asked why he did that, he simply said he was healing you, sharing his energy again, which is how he healed you when he found you injured in the forest.

That feeling haunting your days driving you crazy.

That day when you opened the apartment door the first thing noticed was how tense Sunoo seemed, almost scared.

He was sitting in the corner of the sofa, his tail wagging restlessly, which wasn't normal, he only transformed every now and then, you could see how flushed his cheeks were, his eyes were shining following your every move, as you approached him.

— Did something happen? — You asked worriedly, sitting down next to him. — Why are you so restless?

When touched his face, he shivered at your touch. Sunoo was hot, almost feverish, which worried you, especially since he tried to pull away, his fox ears curling up.

— Please, Y/N, don't touch me. — He said, shrinking deeper into the couch.

— Are you sick? Why is it so hot? — Ignoring his request, you moved closer, cupping his face.

His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, a low moan leaving his lips, his tail flicking once in a quick motion.

— Please Y/N, I don't want to do something wrong and get kicked out. — His voice sounded both hoarse and tearful, as if he were in an internal struggle.

— And what could you possibly do that was so wrong that I would kick you out, Sunoo? — Confusion was evident in your voice as she questioned him.

— Today… today is the full moon… the creatures go out to hunt and… and choose prey to… to— he paused, thinking about what to say — mate.

He swallowed hard, his face blushing even more, he looked away.

— Oh, I see, so you want to go hunting... and mating? — you asked, laughing at his choice of words and how nervous he seemed. — That's what you usually do on a full moon, then.

His eyes widened, he panicked, flailing.

— No, no, I was trapped, remember? I could never get out… but… I can't control what I'm feeling right now… but I don't want you to kick me out, please. I'll stay in my room, quiet, I promise, I won't do anything wrong.

He got up quickly, going to his room to hide from you, the door slamming loudly.

You rolled your eyes and got up, going after him, knocking on the door and calling him.

— Sunoo, open this door now, if you don't open it then I'll kick you out. — his voice sounded threatening.

— I can't, I can't open it. I can't be near you, not today, please, Y/N. —  He was almost crying, embarrassed and scared. — You get angry when I sleep in your bed, you don't like it when I touch you, and when I healed you, you got furious. I can handle it on my own when…when I feel like I'm going to mess up, but today is worse…but I promise I won't do anything wrong, please don't kick me out.

His confession made your body feel hot, stupid boy, he got it all wrong, all this time making them both suffer for nothing.

— You're an idiot, Sunoo. I wasn't mad in any of those situations. In fact, I liked it...that's the problem. But right now, I'm mad. You're such an idiot. — You sighed impatiently before continuing. — Now open this door. You have two options.

1st If you open it, I will help you get through the full moon.

2nd If you don't open this door, you'll be leaving tomorrow.

A few seconds passed, then the door opened. Without even looking at him, you entered the room and sat on the bed. Only then did you look in his direction. He was still standing nervously near the door, his wide, frightened eyes staring at you.

— Come on, Sunoo, I can't help you if you don't come to me. — You couldn't help but smile as his ears perked up, and he quickly came to you.

Instinctively he knelt on the ground in front of you, his tail wagging in anticipation, his eyes shining hopefully as he looked at you.

— Are you really going to help me? — His voice sounded both excited and desperate.

The anger you were feeling softened, but at the same time you wanted to punish him for making things so difficult.

— I will, — you said, leaning forward and stroking his ears. — But you don't make it easy, you look so handsome like that…

Sunoo sighed, his entire body trembling from the slightest contact.

— What do you mean by making mistakes and dealing with them alone when you feel like you're going to make a mistake? — Your hands ran through his hair, to his warm cheeks, before gently pulling his face to face you.

He closed his eyes, melting under your touch, and instead of responding, without thinking, his hands traveled over his own body, touching himself through the fabric of his pants, moaning as he massaged his hardened member.

— I can't control it, my body reacts automatically to you... but you scold me every time i touch you…But you'll help me today, won't you Y/N? — he asked, his voice low and tearful.

You watched him for a while as he pleasured himself desperately. Then you told him to get up and take off his clothes.

Obediently, he followed your orders, his hands soon returning to his hard member, but you stopped him, pushing his hands away, replacing them with yours. His legs trembled as you took him in your hands, before running your fingers over his leaking tip, making him moan your name, his eyes squeezed shut as he thrust against your hand.

— I will help you, but you can't use your hands anymore. — You released him, leaving him lost in the absence of your touch. — First, let's see how much you really need my help.

You stripped off your clothes, kneeling on the bed. Sunoo's bright eyes followed your every move, his breathing becoming heavier, unable to believe you were there naked before him. He throbbed with need for contact, for release, for you.

Pulling him close to you, pressing your body against his, feeling every inch of his body, while your lips touched his teasingly, without actually kissing him, making him whimper, before finally kissing him.

When you kissed him, he took it as permission. His hands went to your waist, still hesitant, afraid you'd push him away. But when you didn't, he smiled, deepening the kiss, feeling like he could finally have you, that you were letting him possess you. He was becoming more confident, more hungry, pressing himself closer to you, pushing your body down onto the bed, laying you down.

You could feel him hard and leaking against your thighs. You shifted your leg, making him sigh against your lips. He instinctively began to move, seeking friction, contact, the kiss becoming increasingly sloppy. As he burned with need, he adjusted his position, making the damp tip rub against your wetness, making you moan.

Breaking the kiss you pushed him away, your fingers tangling in his hair as youraisedon him, pulling his hair hard enough to force his head back.

— Not so fast, little fox, — you said as your other hand traveled to the base of his member, pressing against his balls. — I suffered so much because you were so slow and kept hiding from me. You deserve to suffer a little before you get what you want, don't you?

— Please… Y/N… I need it. — He was on the verge of collapse, tears welling up in his eyes, his hips moving against your hand in search of your touch.

For days he had secretly desired you, and the effect of the moon had left him weak and even more sensitive, his body burning with need, yearning for you.

Your hand continued working him while the other, which was in his hair, moved down to his neck, squeezing it enough to make him moan. His body was trembling as he pushed against you, his member twitching in your palm. He was so close, his climax so close. Feeling the pressure of your fingers, your touch was like a poison, making his body burn.

So you let go of him, but it was too late, the explosion came without permission, his body betraying him, he whimpered at the lack of contact, tears running down his face in frustration.

— Why, Y/N? — he grunted, his member still partially hard, his abdomen covered in his dripping cum. His face flushed with excitement and embarrassment, making him even more desirable.

— Tsk, look at the mess you made, Sunoo. You're really a bitch who can't control yourself, aren't you? — You scolded him. before softening your voice. — It's ok, but now transform.

— What? No, I can't, it's hard to control my transformation when I'm so...so...

— If you're so desperate, if you really want this, let's see how much you can handle. I can give you everything, you just have to show that you deserve it.

Hesitantly, he obeyed, his tail, his ears, all his fox-like features disappearing. He now looked just like a normal boy, a normal boy who was crying and shaking, struggling to maintain his human form while so desperate and frustrated.

You pushed him, guiding him, and now Sunoo was nestled against the soft pillows with you hovering over him. Even without actually touching him, he could feel your warmth so close. You smiled, leaning over him, caressing his face, admiring how beautiful he looked, his eyes shining with tears that ran down his flushed cheeks, his messy hair stuck against his sweaty forehead, his parted lips so inviting.

— Let's get this over with. — You said more to yourself than to him, you needed this as much as Sunoo did.

His breath hitched as he felt your heat around him as he slid inside you. They both sighed in relief when he finally filledyou. You remained motionless for a moment, absorbing the moment, yourhands pressed against his chest, then leaned in, your lips drawn to his in a dirty, hot, sloppy kiss. As you began to move slowly on his lap, their bodies responded as if they recognized each other, as if they belonged together.

The two of you moving in sync with need and desire as your movements increased, his hands resting gently on your waist as you felt him fill your insides.

Every movement making you both crave more, every thrust taking you further and further to the brink, your bodies getting hotter, sweatier and more desperate for each other, you didn't even notice when you lost control over him, when his grip on your waist tightened, when his hips began to dictate the rhythm of his movements, and each thrust became more intense sending shivers throughout your body.

Their increasingly heavy breaths were interrupted by moans as they approached their climax.

— Sorry, — Sunoo said, his voice husky and deep.

It took a moment for the confusion to sink in, everything happened so fast. One second he was apologizing, then his eyes darkened, and soon you were pinned beneath the weight of his body. He had transformed back, but in a way you'd never seen before. His eyes were now red. He looked like a hungry beast hovering over his prey, pinning you to the bed, pinning your hands above your head as he penetrated you shamelessly, fearlessly, each thrust making you scream with unexpected pleasure. Feeling him writhe inside you as he came, the thick ropes of his cum coating inside you, your name repeating like a mantra on his lips, without slowing his movements, driving you to your own climax.

Little by little his eyes returned to normal and he transformed back, his movements becoming smoother, until he stopped, releasing your red wrists from his grip.

— I'm sorry Y/N. — he said as he saw your marked wrists, caressing yourface as he slowly withdrew from your warmth, making themmoanfor the lack of each other's bodies.

Sunoo was now back to his usual self, he felt embarrassed for not controlling his transformation, but his body was now light, he snuggled up next to you, hugging you, looking again like the cute boy you had taken into your home.

— You were cruel to me Y/N. But I hope the next full moon comes soon. — he was already sleepy.

— Hey, you know you don't have to wait until the full moon, right? — you whispered, stroking his hair.

— Then I hope tomorrow comes soon… — he mumbled, practically asleep.

— It's a good thing I lured you into that forest, — Sunoo whispered.

What he said confused her, but sleep prevented her from pondering the meaning of his words.

...

continues…?

— Notes: I'm returning to writing after a hiatus. I hope you enjoy the story. I've missed writing, and I hope to bring you many new stories and improve on my old ones. English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well; I wish to improve and bring you better, well-written stories.