#LOVESTAY

When he starts hanging around her, she’ll ask him directly like ‘why do you always feel the need to follow me around?’, ‘haven’t you got anything else better to do?’ Or, ‘can’t you go hang out with your other friends or something?’

And he’d just sit there with twinkling hearts in his eyes, staring up at her, and straight up reply, saying:

‘Because I like you’,

‘I just think you’re the prettiest’,

Or ‘I think we’d look good together.’

She can’t really tell if Hyunjin is joking or not so doesn’t really take his answers for face value and just goes about her day. Every now and then she wonders what people actually see in him past his looks. She can admit that he’s attractive but doesn’t see any interest in Hyunjin.

For some odd reason, he likes being ignored like that. For her to talk to him in such a backhanded way. It makes him realise that she could say anything to him - insult him, call him stupid or something and he’d get hard. There are some things that he’ll never mention to her however, like the amount of times he’s jerked off to the thought of her, how he’d wrap his hand around his own throat and squeeze, trying to imagine that it was her hand. The way he moans her name whenever he spills over his own fist…

It’s feverish the way that he thinks about her and would love to make her his. That being said, he’s not a fan of forcing a connection. He wants to try his best to let things manifest themselves organically because he is really taken by her and thinks she’s special. Hence the slight obsession he has.

He can only imagine the things that people would think or say if they both started seeing each other. Most of the time people want Hyunjin solely for his looks or assume that he’s good in bed - which he is. So he takes pride in knowing that those people could only imagine that he fucks her well. That he sedates her with his cock every other night. How they wish that, that were them.

Normal people probably aren’t this involved with their friends when said friend is getting their dick wet. Chan will happily blame it on the fact that you just sound so sweet when you beg, when you opened your pretty mouth and asked him to talk to you, to let you hear his voice. Why else would his first question have been: 

“You feelin’ good back there?”

“Feels so good,” you pant, interrupting Chan’s thoughts; your bleary eyes focused on his face in the rear view mirror, “J-Jinnie’s cock i-is s’deep, Channie — mmm!  S’deep in my pussy.”

You talk quite a bit for someone getting fucked within an inch of her life. Because of your babbling, Chan’s certain he’s redder than the feathers on a cardinal, skin overheated at yours and Hyunjin’s shameless display. He can see little more than the two of your faces, eyes drifting over the points of your collarbones and the beginning swell of your tits, yet the partial view does nothing to deter the uncomfortable ache between his own thighs. His dick feels harder than it’s been in a while – maybe even ever – and it has him white-knuckling the steering wheel as he fights against lust for the reins on his sanity.

The privilege of higher functioning continues to elude him, though, leaving him relatively dazed and unfocused. The noise coming from the stinging smack of Hyunjin’s hips against your ass combined with what Chan imagines to be the soppy, creamy slide of the younger man’s cock inside your cunt are too loud to ignore and Chan’s eyes go to war over the need to focus on the road and the crippling desire to watch the two of you descend into euphoria. Safety — fortunately — wins out temporarily, but the sounds are enough to help Chan conjure up an image of what your lovemaking looks like in the forefront of his mind; he finds himself shuddering at the mere thought of it.

Behind him, Hyunjin is kissing your neck, placing wet sucks along the exposed skin. You moan happily and feel your nipples stiffen at the contact, turning into hard, little peaks that are just begging to be played with. As if he can sense what you need, your boyfriend’s long fingers come up to tug the cowl-neckline of your dress down, letting your tits spill out into the open air while his fingers reach up to circle and pinch your nipples, fondling the buds in a way that makes your pussy clench and gush some more. With his attention divided, you have to take over and bounce yourself on his dick, but you don’t mind — certainly not when it feels this good.

“Baby,” Hyunjin coos, locking eyes with Chan, “Pretty girl.”

You whine, but only a little, “Y-Yeah?”

“You think we should ask hyung to pull over? Have him pull over and give me some space so I can make this pretty cunt come?”

You can admit the idea sounds nearly irresistible. After all, the back seat is cramped and it’s hard for either of you to get the momentum and depth that you want. Your orgasm still sits a ways off on the horizon, not quite within reach despite the assault on your neck, nipples, and cunt. However, the thought of stopping — the thought of not having Chan’s big, brown eyes on you makes you shake your head with a petulant mewl.

“Awh, no? What’s the matter, baby? You don’t wanna come?” You whimper and whine, grabbing at Hyunjin’s slender thighs.

 “Th-That’s not—,” you stammer out, trying to retain even the slightest amount of coherency amidst this whole ordeal.

“Then what, hm? What is it? Tell us, pretty baby. Tell Channie-hyung and I what you want,” your boyfriend teases, breathing out fire against your skin.

It takes a few seconds for your tongue to get with the program, though it still feels heavy in your mouth when you try to speak. Hyunjin’s movements have come to a halt, but you know it’s more so he — so they — can hear what you have to say. Eventually you’re able to make syllables, head foggy as you make eye contact with Chan in the mirror.

Chan’s face is pinker than you’ve ever seen it, cheek bones dotted in magenta. His brown eyes are dark, pupils dilated so much that the iris is barely visible, with lids that have gone heavy and droopy in evident arousal. If you squint hard enough, you can see sweat lining his brow-line and pooling at the hair on his temples; you lick your lips hungrily at the sight of him, wanting nothing more to drag your tongue up the side of his face to catch those salty droplets while you grind on his cock. Your pussy spasms with the thought, a minute fluttering that makes your boyfriend hum a laugh like he already knows what you’re thinking.

“Princess,” comes a strained and breathy rasp — the accent clearly not belonging to your boyfriend, “don’t leave me hangin’, yeah?”

It takes everything in you not to come right then, a new rush of wet sliding down Hyunjin’s cock where you’re sat. The flex of Chan's hands as they clench around the steering wheel catches your eye and you could sob with how desperately you want those hands on you. It’s criminal how badly you want your boyfriend’s older friend to grip your hips like that instead; maybe, if he’s into it, he could wrap those wide, pretty hands around your throat, too.

“Don’t want Channie t’leave,” you blurt, eyes dead-focused Chan’s hands. “Want —,” you pause, suddenly shy.

“Mm, want what?” Your boyfriend questions, reaching up to fondle your tits again. When your gaze shifts from Chan’s to lock onto Hyunjin’s in the mirror, his knowing smirk stares back to taunt you. 

“Go on,” he encourages, giving you the tiniest of thrusts just to elicit sound from your lips, “Tell him,” he finishes, head nodding towards the man in the front seat.

Your eyes close and a hiccuping gasp comes tumbling forth, but you don’t let it stop you from saying what’s on your mind. 

“Want his hands, Jinnie. Want them in me. Want them around my neck.”

Chan’s pained groan makes Hyunjin smirk like the true menace that he is. Your boyfriend is the picture of mischief, despite his deceivingly princely looking face. 

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Hyunjin praises with a giggle, grasping your hips to hold you steady as he picks up a rhythm again. “Go on, baby; I kn-know there’s more.”

“F-Fuck, Jinnie,” you moan, biting your lip in response to his pace, “C-Can’t. I can’t say it.”

“Why not?” he teases, splaying a hand out on your belly and pressing inward just so he and Chan can hear you squeal.

“It’s embarrassing!” you sob, eyes closed against the onslaught of humiliation. Your head shakes in the negative, insecurity creeping into your bones.

“W-What if he — what if Channie d-doesn’t—“

“Don’t,” Chan hisses, shaking his head. He might be out of his mind but he’s not about to let you discount yourself like this.

 “Don’t do that. Don’t fucking sit there, all pretty on Hyunjin’s cock, and act like you don’t know my dick is hard. Don’t try to insinuate that you don’t know that I’m up here wishing it were my cock instead.”

“Oooh,” Hyunjin whispers, nose pressed tight to your jugular, “You hear that, baby? Pretty girl has all of us waiting in line just to get a taste.”

“O-Oh fuck,” you sigh out, burning up in the wake of your own desire, “Gonna—“

“No,” your boyfriend chides, left hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing, the other arm circling your hips to keep you still. “You won’t come unless you tell Chan-hyung what’s going on on that pretty, little head of yours.”

“Meanie,” you whisper with a pout on your lips. A part of you wants to be a brat, but you and Hyunjin aren’t like that, so you behave and swallow down the smart comments inside your head.

“I want to come,” you answer, partially admitting defeat. Hyunjin’s hand squeezes approvingly around your throat. “I wan’ him to touch me, make me come on his fingers.”

“Shit,” Chan grunts, head spinning.

“Mhm,” Hyunjin hums, reaching down to rub your clit as a reward, “What else, baby? What else do you want?”

“Wanna — fuck — wanna be his good girl, too, Jinnie,” you blubber shamelessly, heavy lidded eyes blinking drowsily. “Would come s’hard for ‘im,” you slur, voice dropping to a nearly inaudible decibel, “let daddy make a mess of me.”

The sticky swipes of Hyunjin’s fingers on your puffy clit seems to wipe out most of your inhibitions. It’s like the second he touches it, the imaginary bow that was holding you taut just snaps, leaving you to slump against your boyfriend’s chest where you’re currently pinned.

Hyunjin starts up a movement that pairs deliciously with the tempo of his fingers on your clit as payment for your honesty. Your cunt makes a squishy sound around his cock in response, making your boyfriend coo and giggle at how messy you’re getting. Your traitorous pussy only clenches and drools more at Hyunjin’s bullying, fogging your head with the need to come. You both know you’re close, voice warbling as you tumble closer and closer to the edge. You should know it won’t be that simple, though, not when you have an audience.

“You g’na come?” Hyunjin asks, sweaty temple laid against your own. “G’na come on my cock real sweet for me? For our Channie hyung, hm?”

“Yeah,” you mewl, arching your back. “G’na come for you. For Ch-Channie, too.”

“I swear to God,” Chan growls from the driver seat, overheated and grasping for the last threads of his sanity. 

“I'm pulling over,” he finally grunts, searching through the dead of night for a safe clearing.

“Mm,” Hyunjin giggles, not paying his friend any mind. He's too captivated by the way you squirm in his lap, your hungry, little pussy getting tighter as each stroke of his cock brings you closer to orgasm.

“Jinnie,” you choke, moans turning choppy. “J-Jinnie, ‘jin.”

“Tell him what you call him,” your boyfriend demands, tapping at your wet and swollen clit, hips still fucking up into you.

“I— N-No,” you say, eyes wide as the car slows to a halt, signaling that Chan has finally found somewhere safe to park.

“You wanna come, yeah? Then tell him what you call him when we talk about him. Say it and I'll make you come. Who’s Channie hyung to you, baby?”

Hyunjin knows that you’re embarrassed, but  he also knows that you’ll answer, despite how much you seem to protest. Your mind always tends to get a little spacey when you’re in this deep, all pitiful and desperate to come. Maybe it’s a little manipulative, but it’s all in good fun really. You want his hyung and like a good boyfriend, Hyunjin wants you to have him, too. 

Chan opens his mouth and closes it just as quickly, mulling over his own thoughts. Should he or shouldn’t he, what’s too far and what’s too much. Hyunjin mouths a word of encouragement towards his elder, wanting him to speak up. Logically, Hyunjin knows he doesn’t need Chan’s help getting you to follow through with the stipulation, but your boyfriend is sure you’d appreciate the help anyways. 

“Tell me,” Chan croaks, face pink and voice tight, “What do you say when I’m not around? What does Hyunjin know that I don’t?”

You gasp, heaving at the request. You’re not entirely sure why that makes you want to say it; what part of your inhibition is deciding to give way to Chan so easily that you would want to voice something you thought you’d take to the grave. Chan doesn’t turn to look at you, doesn’t turn to look at the mess of you in Hyunjin’s lap. You’d feel ashamed in a different situation, but you know it’s out of respect for your boundaries and not because he doesn’t want to see you. His eyes on yours in the rear view mirror tell you everything; they lay all of his desire out on the metaphorical table and you want to give him a reason to look back. 

You want nothing more than to have Chan climb over the seat and join in, to make you feel small in his big, capable hands. You need him to take you from the wanton whore that you are when you’re impaled on Hyunjin’s cock and turn you into a good, little girl. His good girl. Daddy’s good girl. 

“C’mon, pretty,” Chan tries again, straining to remain controlled. 

“Daddy,” you sob, clenching your eyes shut as Hyunjin circles your clit fast and mean. “Ch-Channie’s called Daddy!” 

Chan doesn’t even think twice before he responds, mouth making syllables of its own volition. 

“Oh my God,” he whimpers, wild eyes jumping back and forth between your face and Hyunjin’s, “I’ll be your daddy, sweet thing. ‘N you’ll be my good girl, won’t you?”

“Yes, yesyesyes,” You gulp, crumbling. “S’good, Daddy, so good. P-Promise!”

“Come for us then,” Hyunjin murmurs, achingly close to climaxing himself. “Come for your Daddy and I, baby.”

The orgasm that rips through you is gut-wrenching. You jerk and flail, crying and swatting at your boyfriend’s hands when he doesn’t let up. You come for what feels like an eternity and your pussy tries to wring the life from Hyunjin’s dick with every spasm, clamping down hard enough that it restricts his movement. 

Chan, for his part, stares blankly at the scene in the mirror. His dick kicks where it’s tucked against his thigh, fresh precum trickling out and further damping the pants of his suit. He’s suffocating in the damn thing, tie practically strangling him and cock threatening to bust the seams of his pants, but all of that is irrelevant compared to you. All of his focus is tunneled down to your sobbing moans and pretty face. 

“Jesus,” Hyunjin giggles, pulling out of you some minutes later when you’ve appeared to have settled, “That was a big one.”

“D-Don’t,” you whine, refusing to open your eyes as tiredness sets in, “don’t make f-fun of me.”

“I’m not, baby,” your boyfriend coos, guiding your head so he can peck your mouth.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” he agrees, kissing you again.

 It goes on like that for a while between the two of you, long enough that Chan takes it upon himself to exit the vehicle, needing the space and the distance to get himself together. It isn’t until the door is shutting that you startle, pulling away from your boyfriend as lead settles in your stomach. Everything terrible is quick to fill your brain but Hyunjin does not let doubt overcome you. Certainly not on his watch.

“None of that,” your boyfriend huffs, holding you tightly in his lithe arms. “It’s not you, baby; you did nothing wrong.”

“B-But,” you sniffle, too tired to cry though your eyes are steadily searching the surrounding area for any sight of Chan. “What if he doesn’t— Jinnie you said—“

“I know what I said,” he reminds you, “I meant every word of it. If I know Chan like I know I do, he’s probably finding a tree to jerk off behind. Watching you come like that was pretty damn intense, you know.”

You pout, cunt aching to be the thing wrapped around Chan’s cock. Hyunjin can only chuckle, kissing you and offering to help you clean up as you right your dress. You tuck yourself into his side once all is said and done, wanting nothing more in this moment than to take a nap. 

“We’ll get him, sleepy girl,” Hyunjin assures you, sounding so certain of it. “Don’t you worry.”

 And when has he ever steered you wrong? 

he sighs and steps away from the door, and you can hear the creak of the porch swing through the speaker when minho plops down on it. 

“it’s cold out here.” 

“you’re dead, stupid,” you reply back, and the curl of your fingers takes your breath away a moment later. 

minho’s silent on the other end, and you drop the phone from between your ear and shoulder to the pillow beside you, tapping the speaker button on your screen. 

you know for certain he can hear the slick noises of your fingers bullying themselves inside your cunt. you’re so wet it’s just that loud, but he’d be able to hear it regardless. enhanced hearing and whatnot. 

any other time, minho would have barged inside the house you share with your best friend, door hinges be damned. 

see, minho knew your lease was coming to an end. you might have just skipped out on a few details in order to have one last bit of fun in your rental house for old time’s sake before moving in with him. minho has been to your place countless times, has walked in like he owns it more than you can remember. once you invited him inside, he could come and go as he pleased. and he did. 

your name was on the lease then, but it isn’t anymore. 

unbeknownst to your beautiful, beautiful minho, you signed the lease fully over to your best friend yesterday. now that the ownership of the house has changed, minho can’t come inside without your best friend’s explicit permission. which you oh so conveniently forgot to mention while he was on his way over. 

“you’re dead, stupid,” he mocks back. that’s true. he had to turn you. “jagi. let me inside.” 

“come in, lino,” you sing-song through the phone, teeth snagging your bottom lip while your fingers slip from your cunt to rub sloppy circles all over your clit. “i’m so lonely, my minho. i’m naked and lonely and no one is here to touch me…” 

he growls, and your teeth ache in response. you kick your feet in excitement. no matter how many times you tell him to come in, he won’t be able to, and you both know it. 

“where is she?” minho mutters. your best friend. “tell her to let me in. i’ll even ask her nicely.” 

you’re going to get it for laughing at his expense, but you can’t help but giggle. your best friend and your boyfriend share an unwavering, mutual respect for one another, yet they don’t always see eye to eye. some witchy-vampire thing that goes way back. 

“it’s a nice day today. i think you should stay outside a little longer and enjoy the sunlight. you’re wearing your ring, aren’t you?” oh, you’re definitely going to get it. 

but he’s so fun to play with. 

your head turns away from the phone fitfully as your fingers catch on the swollen little bud of your clit, legs spreading wider on their own accord. “oh, min- minho,” you whimper. you can see him now, cellphone pressed tight to his ear and nose angled high. he can hear you without the phone, and you know he can smell you too. 

that hitachi wand he bought you for your last birthday would feel so good right about now, but you’re too desperate to move your hand away from your cunt for even a second to grab it. 

“sweet jagi,” minho croons. you’d swear he was a siren if you didn’t know any better, voice tender and airy and so very enticing. “it feels so good, doesn’t it? but it could be better. you know i can do it better. stop and get your friend, alright? tell her to let me inside so we can play…” 

he’s back at the mouth of the door again. you can hear his fingers tapping on the wooden frame once more, and you shudder when you pull your fingers away from yourself. the desperation to make yourself cum is suddenly overridden by the desperation to finally obey your sire. you end the call and leave your phone on the bed, approaching your closed bedroom door without a second thought to spare. 

the door cracks open with a gentle push of your finger, and with a whiff of the air, you can tell that your best friend is in her bedroom on the other side of the house. she’s quick to answer when you call her name. 

she opens her door and leans against its frame. 

“yeees?” she asks slowly. she already knows what you want. 

“would you be a doll and let minho in? he’s- he’s been waiting outside.” you ask, making sure to bat your eyelashes and give her your best puppy dog eyes through your barely cracked open bedroom door. 

“what if i don’t want to?” 

“i could compel you, you know?” you’d can’t. you couldn’t compel a witch no matter how badly you wanted to. she cocks her head and the lights in your hall flicker. 

“ha! i’d like to see you try.” 

she loves to give you a hard time, but she dutifully leaves her post against her door and complains her way down the hall. 

“don’t ever involve me in one of your weird, vampire sex things again, you freaks. and light a candle when you’re done! i’m leaving, by the way. like, leaving right now.” you hear the jangle of her keys when she picks them up from the counter and rush to climb back onto your bed. “ah, wonderful. lee minho. please, come inside. or whatever.” 

it’s eerily silent when the front door slams shut. it has you giddy. your own heart pounding in your chest is the only thing you can hear, overpowering the rhythmic thump of minho’s heart pumping that you’d usually be keenly aware of.  

however, your nose tells you he’s in the house, but where? you have no clue.

you’re contemplating getting up and locking your bedroom door to really mess with him, but before you have the chance, it’s flying open and banging against the wall adjacent to it. minho’s on you in a flash, so quick that you can’t even get your bearings straight before he’s pressing you against the mattress and sliding a mean hand up your thigh. his hands are rough, but the little smile on his face is anything but. 

“you think you’re so funny, hm?” he asks, cocking his head and slipping two fingers right inside. “keeping me from what’s mine.” 

“i’m hilarious,” you breathe. “you tell me so all the time.” 

your hips buck against his probing fingers. he lets you ride them for a moment, but minho’s quick to pin you down by your thighs when he feels you’ve had enough. 

“you’re being a brat. i think it’s time you listen to me and do as you’re told. is that clear?” 

all you do is huff in response, and you turn your head away from him in defiance. 

“jagi. i’m not asking.” 

minho grips your cheeks in his hand until your lips poke out in a pout, and he forces your head to turn back towards him. your stomach flips in anticipation when your eyes lock; you know what’s coming. 

he kisses you softly on your pouted lips before his pupils begin to dilate, and yours immediately follow suit. 

“you’re going to keep playing with this needy pussy just like you did on the phone with me earlier, yeh? but just when you get close, right when you start to tumble over the edge, you’re going to pull your hands away. you were so mean to me, jagi, i think this is what you deserve. mm, yes. that’s good.”

“yes, that’s good,” you parrot, dazed and entranced, and he kisses you once more. 

minho blinks; you blink, and you shake your head free of his grasp. he laughs at the look of bewilderment on your face and thumbs at the confused scrunch of your eyebrows. 

“why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. wasn’t he just fussing at you for being a brat? 

“because i love you,” is all he says, and it still makes your heart race even though you can tell he’s up to something. minho pulls himself off of you and settles comfortably against the headboard. “you should continue what you were doing earlier.” 

it’s like your body moves on autopilot. you scoot as close to him as you physically can before throwing a leg over his and slipping your hand between your thighs. you’re surprised he’s letting you touch yourself at all after the stunt you pulled, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. your gut tells you you’re missing something though, you just can’t put your finger on what. 

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks against your hair. it does feel good. your pussy’s been soaked, and it’s pruning your fingers. you dip two fingers into your hole to gather more wetness to spread on your clit. a strangled gasp leaves your lips at the noise it makes, slick and dirty, and minho hums his own approval. 

he lets you use his thigh as leverage as you grind against your own fingers, leg pushing down on his whenever you drive your hips against your hand. 

“i’m gonna cum,” you whimper. you’ve waited so long. 

minho smiles and peppers a kiss to your ear. “yeah?” 

two sticky fingers press harshly down on your clit. you can feel your release coming, can almost taste it in the air. it burns in your belly, swirling and building as your hips thrum in their search for your pleasure. 

your cunt gives its first throb as you begin to cum, and your hand slips away before you can even register that it’s moving. 

the first instinct you have is to bring your hand back to finish the job, but you can’t. your mind won’t let you. a pained keen leaves your lips, and minho holds you while you squirm through a ruined orgasm. 

“m-minho! minho, nnnn- wha- what? why? minho, please!” 

a kiss to your cheek, a smile against your temple. 

“hm? what’s wrong, jagi?” 

“w-why? why? i can’t-”

“you can. do it again.” 

you tuck your face against his chest but readily comply. minho sits up straighter so he can hold you close, one arm around your shaking shoulders and the other arm resting on one of your spread thighs. your clit is sensitive, achy with an unexpectedly ruined orgasm. this time, this time you’ll cum, you swear it. 

your wrist is starting to hurt, but you don’t pay it any mind. you’re desperate to cum, desperate to cum for minho. so much so that you’re drooling into the cotton of his t-shirt. you open your mouth and clamp your teeth down on the fabric; minho doesn’t even react when you begin to gnaw on it. 

he knows what your frantic, garbled mumbling means the second you start, and he smells your tears before he sees them as you’re forced to ruin your second orgasm. 

your legs clamp shut this time in an attempt to feel any last dreg of pleasure, but minho is quick to pry them open and claw at your thigh until you’re whimpering. 

“aigoo, my baby. what are you crying for, hm?” 

“min- minho, minho, i don’t know wh- why i can’t. why? i want to cum!” you could throw a tantrum. you want to. you want to kick your legs and holler and roll around on your bed until you get your way. 

“silly, you’ve been cumming,” he coos, wiping your tears and licking the salty wetness from his thumb when he’s done. 

his hold on you changes every time you touch yourself. now, he holds you like a baby and rocks you gently while your fingers are squashed between your slicked thighs. your movement is tempered like this, but it still doesn’t stop you from trying to really make yourself cum again. 

your cramped, tired digits rub back and forth against your clit; it’s sensitive and achy due to two unsatisfying orgasms, but you don’t want to stop until you cum right. you can do it. minho sucks a deep kiss into the thrumming pulse point on your neck. 

“yes, yes, i- m’gonna cum, i can. i’ll cum, i’ll cum-”

the third ruined orgasm doesn’t come as a surprise, but it still makes you cry into his shirt when your hand slips from between your thighs without your permission. 

“alright, alright. enough of that. i hate seeing my jagi cry.” 

“no you don’t,” you snivel with a pitiful headbutt to his chest. 

“ah, you’re right. you’re so pretty when you do. i just want my turn now.” 

minho shucks off his drool-covered t-shirt and rearranges you until you’re laying on your back. your limbs barely work, flopping uselessly wherever minho manhandles them. you can’t even grab onto his hair when he bullies himself between your legs and kisses sloppily up your spread thighs.  

“i’m hungry,” minho purrs, and you tilt your hips up closer to his face. if he’s hungry, you’ll happily let him eat. he watches you arch your back and rock your hips with a glint in his eyes, letting you debase yourself for his viewing. your brain finally catches onto what he means when the white of his eyes turn dark red and his veins begin to protrude out from under them. 

you can’t complain too much when a sharp bite to your thigh is just as pleasurable in its own unique way. it’s euphoric. whether it’s because it’s minho who’s biting you or because of the venom in his saliva when his fangs elongate, you can't say. your body goes taut, hands clenching into fists at your side as minho’s fangs pierce the tender skin of your inner thigh. 

minho hums against your skin as he drinks. he doesn’t feed from your thighs as often as you feed from his, much prefers the intimacy of feeding from your neck or looking into your hazy eyes while he bites into your wrist. 

your blood is a delicacy to him, and you know it. he’s told you before, and you’ve experienced it yourself when you feed on him. vampire blood has a smoother aftertaste than that of humans or animals. minho closes his eyes and lets his hands pet at your sides while he feeds. 

it’s a shame when he pulls away, but you’re blessed with the sight of a sated minho. remnants of your blood drip from his fangs, smearing red across his swollen lips and his chin. you can feel your own mouth watering in response. pavlov’s dog. minho’s fledgling. 

“want,” is all you can manage through the rush of your near bloodlust, and minho’s arm snakes up to your open mouth. 

he doesn’t even flinch when your now extended fangs pierce the skin of his wrist, but he coos when your uncoordinated limbs move to hug his arm to your chest. 

you drink frantically from his wrist, wanting more more more, but you can only take so much at a time. his blood seeps slowly from the corners of your mouth in your haste to take in as much as you can before swallowing in needy gulps. 

all you’re focused on is the feel of his skin and his warm blood flooding your mouth, so you’re shocked out of your stupor when minho’s bloodied lips find the still slick heat of your cunt. his hand falls from your lips when you cry out, but he’s quick to cover your mouth with a rough palm so he can eat in peace. 

his red-stained tongue circles your clit like it’s candy, and when he burrows his face further into your cunt, some of your leftover blood smears against your pubic mound. 

you’re getting it all over, is what you want to say, but you can’t with his mean hand covering your mouth. 

minho’s fangs have since retracted to their normal length, but the residual saliva from his feed makes your cunt tingle in ways it only can when you come into contact with his venom. 

the sounds are filthy. you’re thankful it’s only you and minho in the house because there’s no doubt the noises coming from your bedroom are blaring. if it’s not the wet clicking noises of minho’s devious tongue flicking against your swollen clit, it’s the muffled cries you’re making behind his hand. 

if you were in your right mind, you’d notice he’s being even more thorough than usual when he eats your pussy. minho’s spit seeps down to your hole, and he uses two fingers to swipe it up before bullying them inside. 

“hugging me tight already,” he muses. minho purses his lips in a sloppy kiss and shakes his head from side to side while his fingers work you open. 

it’s not until the tingling on your clit fades into numbness that you realize what he’s doing, and your legs kick out in defiance. 

“mmmph!” it’s muffled by his hand that still covers your mouth, but you finally muster enough strength to shove his hand away. “minho! minho, no, please don’t be mean!” 

“i’m mean? oh, jagi. you were mean to me earlier, don’t you remember? i’m just giving you the punishment you deserve.” 

oh, if it’s not the consequences of your own actions. 

his tongue dips down to lick where his fingers spear you open, and you can’t feel it at all, nor can you feel his steadily thrusting fingers. 

“i-!” you’re going to cry again. “minho, i’m sorry! i just- i wanted to play, that’s all. i’m sorry. pleasepleaseplease don’t, i can’t feel- can’t feel anything.” 

“i’m sorry too, baby.” his voice is so sweet, so gentle. so condescending. “you made me do this.” 

you can only tell he removes his fingers because you see him do it. you weren’t lying when you told him you can’t feel anything down there, the venom left over from his feed numbing you inside and out due to his dexterous tongue and sneaky fingers. 

the slap to your pussy comes as a surprise. your breath catches on a gasp, throat clicking with viscous spit. it doesn’t hurt at all, but the sound of it is enough to have you trembling. 

his teeth are tinted red when he smiles that devil bunny smile you hate to love so much. minho doesn’t even bother taking his sweatpants off all the way, just tucks the band of them under his sac and situates himself on his knees between your spread legs. 

minho sheaths himself inside slowly. for whose benefit, you don’t know, but he grunts when he stills balls deep in your cunt. 

“so soft inside,” he murmurs. “such a wet pussy.” 

you’re pathetic; tears are already brimming in your eyes again. you want to feel how hard his cock is, you want to feel the way he makes a home for himself inside of you. 

“minho,” you mewl. “does it feel good? can’t- i can’t feel, you have to tell me. please tell me.” 

“your pussy is perfect.” 

that makes you whine. all you can do is lay there and let minho use your body to get off. your breasts bounce with his thrusts, he shifts you up the bed with how good he’s fucking you. 

his head hangs low as he watches himself slide into the gummy wetness of your cunt, hair dangling and bouncing when he moves. his hands are balled into fists, and they press against the mattress on either side of you. 

“my little doll,” he grits. “just a- ah, ahh fuck- a fuckhole. you were so mean, jagi, aren’t i so nice to fuck you still?” 

“yes! yes, fuck me! please, minho i was bad, i’m sorry. will you- keep- please, keep fucking me until you cum.” 

he pushes your knees to your chest and raises into a squat, his thighs press tightly against the backs of yours. his cock slips free and he’s the only one to fuss, but he takes the base of his cock in his hands and slaps the mushroom head against your clit. 

minho looks big like this. he towers over you, shoulders wide set and chest bulging. a droplet of sweat drips from a wet strand of hair and onto your cheek. he watches it roll down into your hairline as he sheaths himself inside again. the slick noises your cunt makes has your chest heating up right away, and minho catches your arms before they can reach up to cover your face. 

“take it. just let me in,” he says, and you nod. 

the angle is deeper this way; the slap of minho’s skin against yours is nearly deafening. 

“you’re clenching so hard on me, jagi. gonna cum, hm?” 

are you? can you? you can’t feel a thing. can’t feel the way his cock wrecks your little hole or the new addition of his fingers rubbing uselessly at the stiff bud of your clit. 

“i can’t fe- feel anything, minho, i dunno?!” you cry. your chin quivers when you look up at him, but there’s a frantic look in his eyes when he nods his head back at you. the laugh that bubbles out of his mouth is almost maniacal. 

“you’re going to. i don’t have to compel it out of you either, hm? ahh, jagi. oh, jagi, there. you’re cumming. you’re cumming, baby, i can feel it. keep-”

if he tells you so, you believe it. you must be cumming for him. the only further proof you need is the sudden burst of wetness you feel against your thighs. it’s loud, and your cunt contracts so violently that it pushes minho’s cock from inside, splashing against his stomach and soaking his sweatpants. 

a moan bursts from behind your lips when he slips inside again, and his own breathy moan follows suit. he loves your noises, loves how desperate and high pitched they get when you’re waiting for his cum, so you keep it up despite the lack of sensation you feel. he fucks you rough and fast in his haste to cum too, and you’re shamefully a little disheartened you can’t feel the overstimulation you know would be setting in by now. 

“please cum inside me. my minho, my minho, please? i love you. i love you. i’ll be good now, baby, please?” 

he stops breathing when he cums, pressing deep inside and stilling as he empties it inside where it belongs. his belly trembles and his thighs do too, and you’d giggle at the little whine that leaves his lips if you weren’t so focused on trying to feel his cum spilling inside despite your numbness. 

minho’s toes crack whenever he eases back on his haunches and guides his softening cock out of your hole. he doesn’t even bother pulling his pants all the way up before slumping to the side and smushing his cheek against your sweaty shoulder. 

he rests a small hand on his favorite emotional support boob while you both come down together. 

“i can’t believe you made me squirt and i didn’t even feel it,” you mumble. you squeeze your thighs together. still nothing, but you can feel his leaking cum smearing against the plush of your thighs. 

“i can’t believe you actually managed to uninvite me into this house on a technicality. that’s cruel. you’re cruel and mean.” 

“you can’t call me cruel and mean after i squirted for you!” 

minho jiggles your boob in his hand and pinches your nipple until you swat at him. 

“yeah, and now i have to walk out of here pantless.”

ok HI here are some facts if you've never seen the vampire diaries or just some facts about this universe specifically!

vampires have to be invited into a residence by the living owner of said residence. your rental house was leased by both you and your bestie, so you could invite him inside. now that ownership has changed to just your best friend, she is the only person who can. even after you died and became a vampire, he was still able to come inside since the ownership of the house hadn't changed. until now :)

the ring you mention to minho on the phone is a daylight ring. vampires will burn in the sunlight without it, so you and minho having a daylight ring is a necessity! even if you're inside and you walk by a window during the day without your ring on, your ass would catch on fire lmao

original vampires (the lee family... minho, felix, hoseok, taemin, chaeryeong?? shit, idk. i'm just naming lees i like lolll) are the first ever vampires to walk the earth. that's why they're called originals. original vampires can compel regular degular vampires (and humans, and vampire hybrids!) which is why minho is able to compel you. non-original vampires cannot compel other vampires, so it doesn't work the other way around, but they can compel humans.

compulsion is mainly done by making eye contact with whoever you want to compel and stating whatever it is that you want them to do. when someone is under compulsion, they won't remember the act of being compelled. so basically, you don't remember what minho made you do to yourself until he tells you about it afterwards, hence the dubcon tag. so in this case, he'll have to tell you he made you ruin your own orgasm three times as part of a punishment lmao

vampires can feed from other vampires, but it takes a very long time and a lot of dedication for it to be a sustainable way of life. it's very rare for that to happen, so you can feed on whatever you like! humans, animals, blood bags.... you and minho feed on each other in bed because it's sexy. not to actually gain nutrients

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