mavis

“a new face!” your father exclaims with a wide smile. “welcome, we were about to begin. please, take a seat friend.”

the stranger only nods and sits a few rows before you. for the entire length of the sermon he did not move. you knew this because you couldn’t take your eyes off him. he was so still, was he even breathing?

where did you come from? what are you doing here? no one ever comes this far out, there is nothing to find. people come here to die, not to live.

brown eyes pierced into your soul as you were lost in thought and you jump a little, quickly averting your gaze. your father came to your rescue.

“new friend, we rarely get any guests. please, won’t you share your favourite verse with us? there’s no better way to get to know someone as by their favourite verse is there?”

a small smile forms on the strangers face and he nods. “nothing like it.”

his voice was…foreign. it didn’t sound like anything you have heard around here.

“let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins.”

a murmur of approval passes through the rows. your father nods. “james 5:20, a powerful verse. we had yet to have someone mention it as their favourite. pray tell, what is your name?”

every person in the room simultaneously seemed to have leaned forward a little, careful not to miss the reveal of the mysterious stranger.

“jake.”

jake. so simple. someone like him seems to need a more grand name. a name that carries the same feeling as his presence does.

once again, he turns his head, this time looking around the entire room. “it’s very nice to meet all of you.” enthusiastic greetings practically flew back at him, utterly charmed by this interruption of daily normality.

he smiles at them and when his eyes land on you for a single second longer than anybody else, he gives you a small nod before turning to face your father again.

the rest of sermon goes by like always, yet you cannot stop thinking about jake. his face seems to imprinted in your brain, eyes seemingly seeing right through you even in your imagination. you barely notice the crowd leaving the small, stuffy room. body and mind being almost in a trance.

“don’t go walking home in the dark,” jake’s voice ripped you out of your haze. he stood in front of the doorsteps, lazily leaning against the porous frame of the door. you hurriedly grab your bible, clutching it to your chest as you walk past him into the cool air of the night.

at dinner, you barely eat. your mother worries, of course she does, but you blame it on the heat. feigning a headache, you excuse yourself from the dinner table and find refuge in your bedroom. the small breeze gently moves through the thin curtains you embroidered last winter. little petals falling from the top to bottom, where they eventually start to decay. it had been a hassle to convince your mother to hang it up, this unhappy portrayal in the place you rest. you managed to spin it back to the idea of life and death, you always get her with this. does this really matter that much to her? is nobody else as lost as you are?

you lay on the soft covers, staring at the ceiling. change is not normal around here. strangers aren’t. every once in a blue moon a distant family member from someone comes to visit, but not someone who has no ties to this place. why would he come here?

sunday. the holiest day of the week.

more people fill the benches today, happy chatter filling the space.

you find yourself sitting in the middle of them once again, never having felt so lonely as you do now. what would they think if they knew of your doubt? your sin following you like a shadow, ready to jump out to reveal the truth.

before you knew it, sermon was over, the sound of praises ripping you out of your gloom.

your father engages in happy chatter with the crowd, shaking hands, giving hugs. how happy the all seemed. where they pretending or did they truly feel saved? how could this sin filled world not tempt them but devour your soul?

“no sleep?”

your head whipped around. there he was again. standing right in front of you, seemingly appearing out of thin air once again.

“what?”

“i don't mean to be rude”, he exclaimed “but you seem tired.”

if he only knew. every night, the same dream. for months. the church ceiling, hot rushes zapping through you like lightning. an unknown warmth bubbling in you.

“it doesn’t cool off in the night as much these days.”

he nods, eyes never breaking contact with yours. they gleam so interestingly, you cannot pinpoint the colour of them.

god, he was devastatingly beautiful, a mix of harsh lines and soft features. hair swooping in soft waves, framing his face. the sunlight dances on it, shimmering in the lightest shades of brown.

“so,” his voice ripping you out of your thoughts again. “what is there to do in a place like this.”

“there’s nothing to do in a place like this.”

a charming smile forms on his face, “surely there's something. what do you spend your days with?”

you pause. weirdly enough, you couldn’t think of much. you weren’t asked about yourself. not in a rude way, nobody asked the other for more than their well being and the occasional small talk.

“i dream,” you blurt out.

“dream.” he echoes.

you nod, looking out of the window, too scared to look the stranger in the face.

“what about?”

“i’m not sure. sometimes it’s these snippets of life. i’m not sure if it’s my life, i mean i don’t recognise any parts. but it feels so real, i find myself hours later, still sitting in the same spot, just dreaming.”

the moment you stopped speaking you realised what you just did. horrified, you look at him, the smile on his face. and you bolt.

“i’m sorry, i have to go.”

pushing past him, past the church crowd, you run down the dusty path to your house. you swear you still heard him ‘see you tonight’.

you slam your bedroom door shut, back pressing against it, as if to make sure no one could enter. the rapid beat of your heart made the blood in your ears pulse. you heave, tugging away at the collar of your dress. off, off with it.

there you stand, in your underskirts, hair falling falling loosely on your shoulders. in your heated state you must’ve tugged at it. a nervous habit your mother desperately tried to get rid off. your wildness will be the end of you, she always said.

you still feel the way he looked at you, even though it made no sense. a look doesn’t touch. yet you swear you can still him, as if he followed you here all this way. but that would be ridiculous, right?

nervously, you bite your nail, pondering what to do. you creak open the door and listen. no sound. but he had a habit of being quiet, that much you knew about him.

you softly padded your way over to the stairs, deliberately not stepping on the creaking parts of the wood floor.

the kitchen was empty, so was the living room. of course he wasn’t here. your mind has been playing tricks on you for months, a cruel test of faith. a test that you feel yourself failing.

“what are you doing?

you scream, hands grabbing for the nearest object.

your father looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern.

“is something the matter? are you feeling unwell?”

slowly, you lower your hands again. your shoulders drop and suddenly you felt so heavy. at first it was a little shake, a hiccup of sobs soon turning into a waterfall of tears streaming down your face.

your fathers arms hold you, steady and firm.

“it will all be okay, my sweet. it’s all part of the plan, part of your journey. you know he would never punish a heart as pure as yours.”

his words only add to your sobs. if only he knew that his own flesh and blood was drenched in sin. but you could never tell him, so you let yourself be held by the man that loves both god and his daughter, not knowing it was the greatest juxtaposition.

nightfall came quicker than expected.

the sheer cover of you blanket was tickling your skin with the occasional gust of wind. you have been laying in your bed ever since your father had carried you up.just like old times, he had tugged you into bed, brushing the hair out of your face and muttering a quick prayer. it will all be okay.

but you didn’t feel the same anymore. not calm, not protected or ready to enter dreamland.

no, you felt like your skin was on fire.

droplets of sweat ran down your forehead, dripping down your chin. your rapid heartbeat didn’t make it any easier, you could practically hear your own blood rushing in your ears.

none of that could compare to the pressure behind your eyes though. for what felt like hours you had been pressing your palms into your eye sockets, desperate to relieve the throb.

come on. it echoed in your head.

you writhed, a silent scream escaping you.

this was your punishment. all the times you had been questioning what god had planned for you, you have failed him. you have failed and now the devil is out to get you.

it’ll be nice, i promise.

a broken sob bubbled out of your throat. you were so tired. tired of being strong, tired of pretending to believe. you were already doomed, what’s there to lose?

so you lay there, limbs slowly relaxing. just letting it happen.

you have so much potential. this mind of yours is rare.

this time, the voice had a face. a blurry picture of jake formed in your mind.

he had such kind eyes. had shown you such kindness and what have you done? ran out the second you felt embarrassed. pathetic.

don’t be so hard on yourself now.

you felt the slightest ghost of a touch on your collarbone and you jumped, just to realise it was your own. you have gone insane. but it felt nice, your own flesh.

don’t stop now, jakes voice spurring you on.

with almost cruel slowness your fingers danced down, between your breasts, across your stomach, before stopping at the hem of you nightgown. you’ve heard the other girls murmur, head pushed together whispering away their secrets. of boys between their legs, of mouths on skin and flesh. it was all so unfamiliar to you.

i’ll help you, don’t worry.

your fingers inched up again, making contact with your core. a mix of a strangled moan and a squeak escaped you.

just take your index finger, we’ll go slow. start at the top.

listening to his voice, you place your index finger on top of your heat.

good, now circle.

you hesitate a moment before you comply, but no amount of pausing could’ve prepare you for the way your body was hit with a wave of ecstasy.

how come that this forbidden sweetness was what made you feel the most alive you’ve felt in months.

your movement grew quicker, more desperate and your mind cleared the picture of jake. the way his fingers had been tapping on the cover of the bible in his hand, how they caressed the back of the spine with such slow circles.

what would it be like if he were the one touching you right now? would it feel even better?

such unholy things you’re thinking sweet thing. careful with what you wish for, you swear you heard his chuckle echo.

but you have long lost the care. you felt to good right now, your body singing with liveliness and desire.

explore further down.

unquestioning, you dipped your fingers lower and gasped at the pool of wetness seeping out of you.

there you go….now gather it and touch yourself again. promise it feels good.

damn right he was. you bit your pillow just in time before an almost violent moan escaped your throat. now you knew why this was unholy, you were closer to heaven than ever before and they didn’t want this to happen before you fulfilled your purpose.

fuck that purpose. you have felt so lifeless for so long, so empty. you deserve this.

the bliss suddenly grew even more intense, your legs flexing and an unknown feeling bubbling up your stomach.

no need to fear, you’re doing so so well for me.

that was all you needed to hear. before you knew it, your abdomen scrunched and you were enveloped in a cloud of bliss.

this was it. the heavenly sin they spoke of.

see, wasn’t that nice?

“mhm,” you mumbled out loud, exhaustion taking over you.

sleep well, pretty.

on the other side of town, jakes head hit the soft pillows. if he weren’t undead he’s sure his heart would be racing like he just ran for a thousand miles straight. he couldn’t see you, but he had felt the way you were writhing at his words. the way your hands travelled down your stomach and dove into your wet heat.

the moon stared at him through the open window. nights were so different out here, so quiet. it reminded him off a time long ago, when things were different. he knew he couldn’t stay here for long. no, he had to act soon.

the following morning you didn’t sit in your usual church bench. no, this time you sat where he sat last time.

you didn’t know what you were thinking, maybe you weren’t thinking at all, but you couldn’t stay away from him. or the idea of him. maybe you’ll even gather the courage to talk to him following sunday?

but god, if he was actually real, had a cruel plan, since jake entered just a few moments before sermon started.

oh your poor heart razed so quickly you were sure everyone could hear. why would he come here to another one already? he had just been here yesterday. was he this devoted? was your punishment meant to torture you alive?

don’t be rude, your father is speaking.

you jolted in your seat, head whipping around. but jake just sat there, eyes focused on your father as his hands were clasped in his lap.

how unholy of you to think of my lap while in the lords house. and all these people here with us as well.

it was all too much, you couldn’t stay here. the second everybody rose to sing, you quickly made your way out of your own personal prison.

outside, you stared at the vast nothingness in front of you. sand, so much sand. was there really more than this out there?

later that day, your parents looked at you with eyes full of worry. you had never missed sermon unless you were violently ill.

“i’ll be okay,” you reassured them, no certainty in your mind. but of course they believed it. everyone around here would rather believe lies than admit that you were all doomed out here.

you had slept for the day, missing evening sermon as well. this time, there had been no impure thoughts torturing you. this time, you had been dreaming of the woods. the smell of wet moss and petrichor.

when you woke, the moon greeted you. unsure with what to do, you started roaming around town. how are all of them just fine with this? there’s no satisfaction with this life. were they all that blind? or did they choose to not see it.

of course you found yourself in front of the church, that damned little building.

one more time. you will try one more time and if that isn’t helping then so be it. you’ll have to find another way to make it through this hell.

the doors opened with a soft creak, almost sounding like a mocking laugh.

you walk past the empty benches, stopping in front of the giant cross hanging in front of you. how cruel to display a man in his suffering for everyone to stare at, you thought.

with a deep sigh you drop to your knees, the wood pushing into your skin.

one last time.

you squeezed your eyes shut.

“god, strengthen me to resist temptation. god, cleanse my mind from all impurity.”

“you really think that’ll help you?”

jake. of course he’s here.

you couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“who sent you?” you scoff over your shoulder.

“i act upon my own free will.”

“bullshit", you shoot back. “there’s nothing here. there must be a reason why you’ve come here.”

at that, he laughed. “well of course there is! you.”

this time, you turn your head completely.

“me.”

“yes, you.”

without comprehending how, he suddenly materialised in front of you, looking down at you. but you weren’t afraid, didn’t tremble in fear. no, you felt like how they said you would feel when you felt god.

his hand reached out and you took it.

with one swift motion, you were on your feet as he led you over to the altar.

your back pressed against the wood, digging into your skin. his hand cupped your cheek so softly you almost flinched.

“recite.”

nothing further, no questions, just a command. and you complied.

“no temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. and god is faithful, he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.”

his hand travelled down your body, bunching up the soft material of your nightgown.

“ corinthians, good choice.” he mumbled as his lips grazed your neck.

your eyes fluttered, hand grasping his shoulder for stability.

“continue.”

he said this as if you weren’t experiencing the most forbidden thing you were taught to avoid all these years.

“how did you do that? be in my head,” you breathed out.

the vibrations of his chuckle against your neck sent goosebumps down your spine.

“gentleman never tell his secrets.”

you huff, head falling backwards as his plush lips suck on your neck, surely leaving bruises behind already.

his lips travelled further down your throat, over your collarbone, down your arms. he took your hand so sweetly, as if it hadn’t been gripping onto him for dear life. sweet kisses adored your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours in the process.

“next verse, pretty.”

with that he dropped onto his knees in front of you, big hands gripping the insides of your thighs.

a soft gasp slips past your lips as you feel his breath on your already damp core.

“i’m not gonna continue if you don’t speak.”

your head falls back in frustration.

“create in me a pure hea–” his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along your closed pussy. your legs squeeze around his head and he hums.

“create in me a… a pure heart – fuck, o god, and…and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”

it was downright blasphemous what you were doing. leaning against the holy alter, an almost stranger between your legs as you get high on the way his tongue feels.

jake on the other hand wasn’t thinking of the setting at all, no all he was focused on was the sweet scent coming between your legs. he had been going crazy ever since that night, smelling your arousal all the way across town.

“taste so good, better than any pure honey,” he praised.

oh and you responded so beautifully to him. limbs twisting at his touch, sweet moans and whines spilling out of your mouth.

but he wanted more, he wanted you utterly addicted to him.

his hands moved up your dress, fingernails grazing against the soft skin. without warning, he grasped you tit, fingers pinching the already hardened nipple. and my god, the noises coming out of you. a gorgeous mix of a groan and a whine, only intensifying as he increased the pace of his tongue flicking up and down your pussy.

“more, please.”

your voice was barely a whisper at this point, how could anyone resist a plea this sweetly?

he pushed the wet material aside, leaving you no time to adjust to the cool air hitting your exposed cunt. his nose nudged the sensitive bundle as his tongue dove straight into the wetness threatening to drip out of you.

if heaven had a name it would be yours, if it had a place it would be your pussy. he moaned at the way he could feel you clench, the overwhelming smell of you making him dizzy. your fingers in his hair, tugging away, making it sting so deliciously he couldn’t stop the moan escaping him.

“another.” he demanded between slurps of your arousal.

“submit yourselves, then, to,to – fuck, to god. resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

at this jake couldn't help but laugh. the devil, some would argue he was one of his reincarnations.

"i’m so close–” your tiny voice barely a squeak, and he pushed his thumb on top of your clit. with a sharp cry you came, your arousal dripping down his chin and he closed his eyes. god, you were everything he had needed.

you were still dizzy as he levels with you again, cum covered lips sloppily finding yours. it was a mash of tongue and teeth, barely even a kiss. it was possessive, both of you almost breathing the other in. you have never kissed anyone before, all you knew was that his lips felt like they had the cure to life on them.

in the turmoil of it all, your hand slipped and you hissed.

ironically, your finger had pierced the sharp top of the carelessly thrown away crucifix. little droplets of blood rolled down your skin, as jakes mouth covered the wound, tongue circling over your flesh.

he releases your finger, the moon hitting the sharp ridges of his face. but there was something else, something new. two pointy fangs shimmered in the moonlight.

your eyes locked with his and you paused, they had changed as well. a red hue covered the previously brown and you realised: this wasn’t the devil seeking you out. no, it had been the night creature the old women of the town had read you stories about when you were a kid.

for a moment you just looked at each other. jakes eyes roamed over your face, looking for a trace of fear or disgust. but you surprised him, hands intertwining behind his neck as you press your lips to his, tongue slipping in between his lips.

a soft moan escaped him, his hands travelling down to your hips, positioning you onto the altar.

“want all of you,” you mumble in between kisses, your hands tugging at his shirt.

within seconds he got rid of not only his clothes, but yours as well. he heard your heartbeat hammering away between your ribs, the little vein on your neck pulsing with blood.

“don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

his hand settled on your hip while the other cupped your cheek. it would almost be romantic if you weren’t on top of the altar in your fathers church.

the wetness between your thighs helped him enter, yet you couldn’t help but wince at the unknown feeling.

sweet hushes left his lips, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as kissed the your squeezed eyelids.

“just give it a moment, yeah?” he assured as you took a deep breath.

“there you go, gonna make you feel so good,hm?”

and when he bottom out for the second time you felt it, the pleasure that moved through your body, engulfing you.

your nails dig into his back, feeling the muscles move under your touch. you look at him, his furrowed brows, his fangs digging into his plush bottom lip.

without thinking you push your finger down on his lip, near the fang. he looks at you and before he could ask you pushed your finger to the pointy tooth.

blood spilled almost instantly and he moaned, gaining a grin from you.

“you’re dangerous,” he breathed, tongue licking away at the blood spilling from you once again.

“says the vampire,” you shoot back.

he only chuckled at that, lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.

as if you had done this a million times, your bodies move in sync, breathless moans echoing off the holy walls.

“make me one of you, “you plead. “let me explore the world with you. don’t leave me here to rot away.”

the honesty of your words almost knocked the air out of his lungs. he motioned to pause but you clenched around him.

“no, don’t stop. please.”

his forehead dropped down onto yours, hips now moving more slowly, almost careful.

“you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

you scoff, “so you just came here to take my virginity and leave?”

his eyes softened, the red fading and his hips stilled.

“never. you have no idea how long i’ve been trying to ignore your pull. i’ve travelled the entire world, yet no place on this damned earth is far enough to make me not want you.” his hands cupped your cheeks. “you’re my ruin, do you understand that?”

you could only stare at him. was this the confession people told you of? the one that you would hear from your beloved before forever comes?

so you only had one word for him.

“please.”

for a creature rumoured to be heartless his eyes were so full of emotion. he captured your lips so softly, such a stark contract to moments ago.

you bucked your hips in invitation, a whine escaping his lips.

his lips moved down your chin, soft pecks on your chin and neck. he nestled his head between the delicate spot between your neck and shoulder.

“are you really sure?” he questioned softly.

you’ve never been allowed to make your own choices. it was follow this, do that and you’ve had enough.

“yes.”

he kissed your skin one last time before sinking his fangs into your skin.

you had expected it to sting, to burn. but all you felt was bliss.

at first, he slowly lapped at your skin, but even he couldn’t resist the sweet taste of blood for long.

as his tongue was on your throat, his cock moving in and out of you with such haste, you felt your life slip from you.

the cross loomed over you watching your damnation unfold and you smiled. this was the first own choice you’ve made. none of this mindless devotion anymore. no more lies, no more pretending.

jake felt you slip away between his hands, quickly sinking his teeth into his own wrist.

“come on, you have to drink mine.”

the metallic taste of blood hit your tongue and you moaned, leaving jake in absolute awe. no prophecy could’ve told him that this is what his fate had in mind for him.

his hips still moving, he felt your walls tightening.

“just let go pretty, i’ve got you.”

the overwhelming sensation of him dominating all your senses on top of your slowing pulse had you climaxing within seconds. jake was not too far after you, his praises drowned out by the rushing of blood in your ears.

as you took your last breath, you felt him stroke the wet strands of hair out of your face, kisses on your cheek.

the first thing you noticed when you awoke was how loud the world was. sounds you’ve never heard before hitting your ears.

you blink the dizziness away and spot him, looking down at you.

both of you were clothed. it was still dark out, so you couldn’t have been out for too long.

after a moment you realise you’re still in the church, lying in his lap as he softly caressed your face.

the sun would rise soon, you had to leave before the violent light woke. yet you felt no sadness, you mourned this town long ago. there had never been a future for you here.

he was your future now. an endless future, together. never to be alone again. the sweetest sin.

It’s hard to remember why you decided to come here.

If it was a typical night out, it’d be different. Normally, you and your friends are dressed up in your cutest outfits with your cutest cherry lip gloss and headed to one of your regular clubs in the city. There’s a strip of many, lined with any vibe you could ever want; cocktails, hard liquor, anything. The music is decent enough, the drinks aren’t too expensive, and most importantly - it’s safe.

It’s a lot safer than what people typically call hot spots floating around these days, the places where vampires spend their time. Ever since the existence of vampires was confirmed to the general public, there’s been as much fear as there has been fixation, so the typical hanging out spots of vampires are regularly discussed and known. You’ve been warned to stay away from these places - the dark lighting, heavy bassline, threatening as much as alluring type of clubs - because it’s dangerous for humans, although plenty of thrill-seeking humans go there anyway. 

You’ve always felt like it’s not such a black and white predator-prey dynamic, but that doesn’t mean you’re not standing outside of the nightclub with a tinge of anxiety in your chest. What if the stories are true? What if a vampire uses some sort of mythical power to lure you away from everything you’ve ever known, to compel you to let them feed on you and rid you of any purity you may still have lingering?

Still, you remind yourself that’s silly and you’re safe - you can spot them from a mile away, but not for what one may assume. They’re not walking around at night in centuries old clothing with pale skin and blood glistening fangs protruding over a swollen, heavy bottom lip - they’re just like humans, really, but they have a specific aura. There’s something about them, whether it be expensive designer clothing styled with the expertise of someone who’s spent thousands of years doing so or radiant skin that doesn’t quite look real; it’s something otherworldly that sets them aside from everyone else. 

But more importantly, vampires simply aren’t as bothered with humans as you assumed them to be. A few vampires have strutted past you and your friends tonight as you wait outside in the queue, dressed in dark materials and nails long and sharp, but it seems the availability of blood banks and willing donors after the big announcement has left them pretty docile. They don’t snarl and growl like the legends say - in fact, they seem pretty damn uninterested.

The bouncer on the door even displays little pointy white teeth as she checks your IDs and raises an eyebrow at Jihyo who’s dyed her hair and looks a little different. Still, she shoots you a nod, arms crossing back over her strong chest and lets the three of you inside the club.

Well, it’s exactly what you imagined. Red lights drape the partygoers and inside of the club, and the interior is like a church, with stone pillars and arches overseeing everything. You have to teeter downstairs on unstable platform heels to the actual main part, tugging at the bottom of your dress like it’ll help the way it rides up with your movement. 

The bass only gets louder when you enter the room with the dancefloor, crowds of people inhibiting your movements so you’re almost locked in the little space you have. Curiosity strikes you and you want to move through the crowd to walk around, check the other rooms now that you know it can’t be that bad, but your friends drag you off to the bar.

“Don’t tell me the cocktails are vampire-themed,” You quip, and Jihyo elbows you, scoffing.

“Get into the mood, please,” She waves a hand in your face, grin bright and hair swept into a perfect ponytail, “the music is good, the atmosphere is good, the place is packed and it’s only midnight. I told you Sana was onto something about this place!”

Sana chirps up from your other side, already leaning onto the bar, “I’ve come here a few times! It only gets better later, you know, we should stay as long as possible.” 

It’s surprisingly not sticky like your regular places are when you lean on the bar next to her, and although there’s a lot of people at the bar the bartender doesn’t take a long time to get to you. Jihyo orders you three drinks, something sweet with the kick of too much alcohol, and the three of you take to the dancefloor with drinks in hand.

“Do vampires even drink?” Jihyo murmurs, staring at the drink in hand. 

Sana hums, “The ones here do, from what I’ve seen.”

You swear there’s something else floating in there, glittery and tempting and unknown, but when you swirl your glass it disappears. Taking a swig, you know when it hits your tongue that it’s just your typical vodka and lemonade, but that doesn’t change the clenching in your gut that something just isn’t right, like something’s looming and you haven’t gotten the ability to see it yet. 

Still, Jihyo was right - the club is beyond busy even though it’s early, and the song is slowly getting you moving in your spot. The dancefloor twinkles, entrancing as you all move to it, and within minutes you’re dancing with your girls, the uneasy feeling leaving your body as literally no one bothers you. It’s beginning to become apparent that this spot might be even better than your usual places; despite the dark, gloomy atmosphere outside and as you walk in it’s pretty inviting once you’re in there, and they’re playing classics that you haven’t heard in years.

A few drinks and a few songs later, you’re reasonably buzzed from the amount of vodka in your system and feeling even more free. Sana wobbles off to the bar again, a little too tipsy to walk in a straight line, and you and Jihyo take the time to look around the club.

The main part you’re stood in is pretty centre, so you get to look around and take everything in. A DJ at the front, pretty generic but she’s focused on the task at hand, crop top short enough to show a navel piercing that glints in the lights - she seems to peruse the dancefloor at who the attendees for tonight are.

What catches your attention is the sections beyond the area you’re in, the VIP booths that seem to be obscured by curtains, yet you can see shadows moving behind them, clearly occupied. You dare to wonder what’s going on behind there. Your vision tracks through it all until you land on an area right at the edge, just over from the bar but with the curtains open, where two men stand in the entryway. You feel a pair of eyes on you before you fully register who it is - the culprit is right there, in that end section, long hair falling over his forehead in black waves.

Two pairs of eyes are on you, to be exact, two dark pairs that you swear to god you’ve seen before. When you wrack your brain, you can’t recall despite the fact they seem so familiar, and the men are still staring at you - one shorter, one taller, clad in all sorts of black leather and tight, dark clothing that your thighs start to tremble. It’s like they work together, their eyes wracking your frame with a million promises that go unsaid, their minds working silently. The shorter man’s lips curve up when he sees you looking back at them.

Radiant skin, an otherworldly aura - you know exactly what they are, but you’d be damned if you didn’t say they look beautiful, so enticing that you feel some sort of gravitational pull towards them, a feeling strong and all consuming that makes you need. 

They’re positioned on the side of the club, up towards the VIP booths that you examined but separate, like they booked an area all to themselves. While the entrance is covered in black-out curtains intended to save privacy, the two men have hooked the curtains to the side and you can see inside the booth. There’s a leather couch, an abundance of burgundy-coloured drinks, and rolled up notes that you can only imagine the purpose of. 

Jihyo’s talking to you. You hadn’t realised, but you slowly fade back into reality, and she’s flailing, trying to get your attention. “What are you looking at?” She shrieks, spinning next to you to follow your line of sight. It doesn’t take long for Sana to join her too, three drinks in two hands, and the impressed hums they let out are nothing short of embarrassing. “Oh, I see. You should go over there.”

“Definitely,” Sana says, and you notice the men haven’t even acknowledged them - they’re staring right at you still, and the taller man’s eyes follow the straw in your drink as you lead it back to your lips. You wonder what’s got them so interested in you, considering the vampires’ flippant attitudes outside - these men look beyond insatiable in comparison. She laughs in disbelief, “oh, you’re going over there. Like, now.”

You side eye them, mumbling behind your glass in a way that you’re hoping the men can’t see, “They’re vampires.”

“Even more reason,” Jihyo shoves you, pushing you forward before you can retort. “We’ll see you when you’re done.”

It’s a bad idea. It’s such a bad idea, especially given everything you know, how vampires can hurt you and compel you to do things you’d never do normally. However, you just can’t seem to help yourself - you down the rest of your drink, sliding the empty glass onto the bar before you’re walking right over to where the men stand. 

The shorter man is laughing before you even get there. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the taller man cocks his head towards you in interest, as if he can’t believe you’ve made the first move - as if he can’t believe you’re brave enough to. You can’t believe it either, but you stand at the entrance to their section like you belong there with them.

“Mm, can we help you, love?” The taller man speaks, almost accusatory like they weren’t the ones staring at you. His voice is smooth, steady, just barely audible over the music. The shorter man has retreated to the table, arms stretched over the back of the sofa and legs stretched out in front of him, the picture of confidence. He swirls his drink in his glass as he watches you, a smirk pulling at his lips like he knows you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. 

You flush, and the taller man reaches out to bring your attention back to him, pushing your hair behind your ear. Up close, he’s ethereal, shoulder length hair that falls in dark layers around his sculpted face. His lips are full and with a pronounced cupid’s bow, causing your eyes to linger just a second too long - he sees it, lips quirking with amusement.

The silence is causing you to hesitate, and you want to turn around and leave, abort the mission completely, but he speaks again. “I’m Seonghwa,” He says, and you think it’s a pretty name to match a pretty face. “That’s Hongjoong. He’s friendly, I promise.”

Hongjoong turns to you with a grin that looks more predatory than friendly, and Seonghwa ushers you over to the table. You don’t miss how he pulls the curtains down behind you once you walk in, obscuring the three of you from the rest of the club - are the rest of the booths full of vampires with their picks for the night? The idea doesn’t make you uneasy, rather exciting you; deep down, there’s something within you that is raving that you may be their pick.

The leather of the sofa is a little too hard when you fall down upon it, dress rolling up a little, and you’re not surprised to see Hongjoong is just as pretty up close too. His hair is messy, dark brown and long enough to almost obscure his pretty, feline eyes, and when he finally drops his smile his lips are pouty, almost cute if you didn’t know who he is - what he is. When he finally speaks, his voice is level, commanding, so strong you’re not sure you can find your own. 

“Do you want a drink, sweetheart?”

“I..” You hesitate, glancing at the liquid. What exactly are they drinking? You were still a little tipsy from the pregame, and the drinks that the girls got you at the bar are going straight to your head now that you’re in the company of the two most attractive men you’ve ever met. It’s hard to formulate ideas and Seonghwa blinks, tilting his head again before he finally meets your gaze on the large pitcher in the middle of the table.

He bursts out laughing. “Oh,” He chortles, clapping his hands together. “Did you- sorry, did you think we were drinking blood? Honey, this is rum.”

“Well…” you start, “you’re- y’know.”

It’s Hongjoong’s turn to chuckle, sipping his drink again before he finally turns to you. Instead of letting his friend pour you a drink, he hands you his own glass and you leave a pretty lipgloss stain when you taste some. It’s nice, a little bitter for you but the men seem happy enough drinking it, and you’re honestly just pleased that it’s not human blood. 

“What do you know about vampires?” Hongjoong asks, tone teasing, “I mean, surely not a lot. You approached two on your own in a nightclub and then you thought we were drinking blood in here. You seem pretty dumb, little thing.”

It’s said flippantly, but neither of them miss how a shiver runs down your spine - how could they? Hongjoong’s brow lilts in intrigue and Seonghwa takes a sip of his own drink, perching himself on the seat across from you both. He spreads his lithe thighs, too relaxed in the company of someone he doesn’t know - you suppose it’s easy for them. 

“I know enough,” When you speak, your voice is quiet, but sure. They hang off your every word, quiet and interested, “you don’t need to hurt people, not really.”

“Mm, you’re right, we don’t need to,” Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his knees. “We like to, though, me and Hongjoong.”

Your breath catches in your throat. They don’t look any less unsure at your hesitation, only curious, like they’ve waited their entire lifetimes for your answer. You stare at Seonghwa, and then Hongjoong - where have you seen these eyes before?

“L-like,” You stammer, “in what way?”

“Do you know what a little vampire blood does to a human, love?” The taller man’s voice captures your attention. “Just a little bit - not nearly enough to turn you - can make you a horny little love. Even pain feels good. Anything feels good. It can make you beg, even when you’ve cum so much your cunt feels numb, did you ever hear that?”

You stare. You hadn’t heard that, no, but now the idea of the two was seeming even more enticing, if it was possible. 

“If you want us to stop, you can tell us to stop,” Hongjoong offers you, and it’s comforting knowing that they’re not totally deranged, but you would never want to tell them to stop. Crossing your legs, you take another sip of the other man’s drink and hand it back to him - his gloves brush you on the way and you don’t know what it is but you want more, inhaling deep, swallowing hard enough for them to notice. He beams, and you swear his eyes flash red for a second, “ooh, I don’t think you do though, do you?”

They notice everything, and you feel like you can’t hide at all.

“So, would you like some, sweetheart?” Hongjoong’s voice is closer now, right at your ear, and it sends shivers through you, down to the tips of your toes. “I think you’d be gorgeous with us inside you,” a thinly veiled innuendo, but you moan too easily, and he laughs, excited with something you’re a little scared of underneath, “mm, why don’t you come here, let me have a look at you properly.”

He’s already had enough of a look, you think, sat next to you for so long, but he pats his lap and you follow. Slinging one leg over his lap, completely ignorant to the happenings of the nightclub behind you, you face Hongjoong. He grips your jaw with two gloved fingers, turning you this way and that like he’s not just going to devour you as soon as he can. 

In fact, he leans in just a little closer to look at your eyes, at the way they dilate from something - arousal, fear - and you swear you see two pointy teeth come out to nip at a surly lower lip. His legs spread further, and with the movement you feel him dig into your core underneath your dress, making you squirm where you’re sat. He’s already hard. You wonder if Seonghwa is, too, and the idea of having these two vampires so hot for you… your gut burns.

“Pretty,” He murmurs, and one thumb comes out to dip between your lips, past them into your mouth. It runs over your tongue, and you taste the buttery leather - it doesn’t taste of a lot, the rum perhaps, and he knocks your mouth open to look at your teeth. “Look at these,” he smiles, and you can’t help it; you nip his teeth, gentle but teasing, and he gasps playfully, falling for it, “wow. She bites, Hwa.”

“That’s nice,” He says, almost uninterested. When he crowds into your space, front against your back, you feel his cock, hard and firm against your back that tells you he’s very much interested. He takes your chin from Hongjoong’s hold to pull your head back towards him. You gaze at him upside down, and he smiles, gentle but threatening, “do you want some of this now, love?”

He’s holding a vial, small and clear, with a red liquid moving around inside. This time, you’re sure it’s blood, and you’re even more sure that it’s vampire blood like they were talking about earlier. One of theirs, you presume, but you’re too eager to question it - your lips part, tongue lolling out dumbly as he pops off the cap. Both men look delighted at your eagerness, Seonghwa letting out a little noise of appreciation as he grips your chin.

The cap falls somewhere and rolls on the floor, neither of the men questioning it as Hongjoong’s hands move to your waist to keep you steady. Seonghwa’s fingers hold you more firmly, and he taps once, twice, on the end of the vial, two drops of metallic hitting your tastebuds that have you wanting to screw your face up. 

Your head immediately rocks back forwards, eyes scrunching shut as you adjust to the taste. While your ears ring, Hongjoong leans back, gets more comfortable against the sofa and you feel the telltale dip of Seonghwa settling next to him. It’s overwhelming for a moment, and you swallow hard, hoping to get rid of the taste; it’s too much, too strong, too-

Oh.

“Oh my god,” Your hands go to Hongjoong’s chest before you can help yourself, and this time they both watch your pupils dilate, eyes fixated way too intently on yours. A telltale burning spins in your gut, like the same feeling you get when you’ve been building an orgasm and you’re finally, finally about to let go, except the bubble never pops - your hands move eagerly, impulsively. You’re rocking your hips before you can help it, grinding your cunt down against that bulge you’d tried so hard to ignore, sharp whine hitting your ears before you realise you’ve opened your mouth, “fu-uck, oh my- oh, please-”

“How much did you give her, Hwa?” Hongjoong’s voice is gruff, but not at all displeased, his hands moving down the slope of your waist to the plush of your hips, fingers digging in. The pressure guides you to move against him and you feel feverish, desperate, head falling back as your hips fuck forwards. Your pussy starts to slick in your panties, messy and pathetic and ultimately untouched despite your intense movements against his clothed erection, and it builds and builds and never pops.

“Two drops,” Hwa muses, voice level, staring at where you buck against his friend. Your dress rocks up properly from the movement, exposing your panties and where you’re leaking through the fabric, onto Hongjoong’s undoubtedly expensive leather trousers. You run your hands down, over the plush pectorals and over his arms and back down to his belt - even touching him like this feels euphoric, your mouth opening in another strangled noise.

Hongjoong chuckles, seemingly unaffected by your frantic behaviour, “That’s all it took? She really is a slut, isn’t she? Gonna let us bite you tonight too, pretty?”

The idea makes your head spin, and you nod eagerly, “G’na- gonna let you bite me, if you want, would’ve anyway-”

“Would you, little love?” Seonghwa says, and it’s the first time he sounds affected, eyes flickering to the curve of your neck. He reaches over with slender fingers to brush the hair off of your neck, exposing the skin there, and runs one fingernail up as if he can’t wait to split it open. “Isn’t that good to know, Joong?” He’s pleased, lips curving, “she’s just that eager. I think she’d let us do anything to her.”

Seonghwa’s teeth poke out, and you gasp, nodding, eager. Hongjoong’s hand moves suddenly to your neck where his friend’s lips lay, covering the flesh where he intended to bite you, eyeing his friend with a loaded glance. 

“I think we need to go home,” he gushes, too fast, a little more panicked than you’ve heard him. The vampire at your neck pauses, before he seems to come back into himself and hum deeply. “Hwa,” Hongjoong murmurs, “you can’t do that here, you know that.”

The other man tilts his head, considering, “Let’s take her back to ours.”

It’s said without an ounce of thought as to what you’d want to do, but you assume they know, can tell by the way your hands roam on Hongjoong and you grab Seonghwa’s waist with one hand, pulling him into you both, hips bucking in short, stuttered movements.

The shorter man huffs out a laugh, hand weaving through your hair and pulling, just slightly. “I think she likes that idea,” his hand smooths down your dress, over your tummy, landing on the soft plush at the bottom, “this little pussy can’t help but move on me, can it? So pathetic.”

You wail. If you grind just right, rubbing your clit against his leather trousers you swear you can cum, if he gives you a little bit, grinds up into you, keeps talking to you like that. He seems to know that’s all you’d need to fall over, and he nudges you off his lap with his knuckles and stands up straight like his cock isn’t tenting his pants. It looks big, thick and promising and your legs fall apart without realising, exposing what’s underneath your dress - simple, cotton panties that are definitely soaked.

Just a few blocks away, Seonghwa says. He seems decisive that you’re coming back with them after your little show, and you wouldn’t have it any other way - you follow them out of the club, leaving the bottles and glasses behind you like they own the place, and you briefly see Jihyo and Sana occupied with their own counterparts for the night. Oh well, you suppose a text will suffice - they seemed to have thought you were safe enough with these men, and although you’re not too sure, you’re the one trailing behind them outside of the club with a stupid little smile on your face.

As soon as you’re outside, Seonghwa lights a cigarette and Hongjoong hands him a lighter from his pocket. The fresh air has you feeling a little clearer, vampire blood wearing off, but surely you can’t be seeing a vampire smoke right now. 

“Can you even get addicted to things?” You blurt.

Hongjoong’s eyebrow lilts. “It’s a habit. He smoked when he was human, and he still smokes now.”

He inhales, scratching the back of his head before pointing down the street. You suppose Hongjoong’s right, but it still makes you laugh. He sets off on the journey, leaving you and Hongjoong walking behind him. You’re a lot less colder than earlier with your liquid confidence but the man next to you still takes his leather jacket off and puts it over your shoulders wordlessly, hand wrapping around your waist, keeping you steady and warm. 

They were right - it really was a few blocks away, their house, and you’re affronted by how normal it looks.

Their house is modern; it’s sleek and dark and tempting, just like its owners, but painfully normal, and you kick off your uncomfortable shoes at the door next to a potted plant. Without your heels, you feel at a disadvantage, shorter than you were before, but you have no other choice than to walk in and make yourself at home. The sofa is a lot more comfortable than the one in the club, softer fabric and not dipping as much when you sit on it, and Hongjoong walks over to their kitchen and pulls out three glasses. 

You wonder if they do this a lot, bringing pretty humans home and taking them apart so nicely they can’t think of anything other than coming back, staying forever, being theirs. It’s already on your mind and they haven’t even touched you properly yet. 

Seonghwa sits next to you, legs akimbo. You’re able to see them better now that you’re out of the club, lighting bright - it would be too jarring if they weren’t so fucking beautiful. Turning to Seonghwa, your eyes follow the soft slope of his nose, down to full, plush lips that form as he has a conversation with his friend; you’re not paying attention, wanting so earnestly that you think you might die before they touch you. 

A glass of something - whiskey, you think - is placed down on the glass coffee table in front of you, but you don’t touch it, preferring to focus on the men. Hongjoong gives Seonghwa a glass and he sips it, humming at the taste before he finally turns towards you. 

His voice cuts through the tension, “What do you want us to do to you tonight?”

What do you want them to do? That’s something you can answer, moreso now that you’ve got your wits about you again, eyes flickering to his lips to give him enough nonverbal consent as you can - you want them to do fucking everything. 

With another sip of his drink, he stands up sharply, offering you a hand. Hongjoong’s already gone somewhere, you realise, the shorter man gone from the living room. 

Taking Seonghwa’s hand before you can doubt yourself, you decide you’ve already come this far, and he takes you further, leading you down the hallway to the bedroom. Every joke you had stored about vampires not sleeping dies on your lips as soon as you see it, the large bed and pretty much nothing else in the room. The bedposts are clad in canopies just like the club, the mattress clad in dark, satin sheets and with one of your men for the night perched on the edge. He looks satisfied, like he knew this was coming, and Seonghwa leads you to sit on the bed.

“If you need us to stop at any point-”

“I know,” You cut the taller man off, situating in front of him on the bed. The vampire blood has pretty much worn off by now but your gut is still clenching, arousal building up from the simple idea of you having these two men at once, although you can’t help all of the questions you still have. “Do you do this often?”

“Do what often?” Hongjoong says from in front of you, lips curling up like he knows exactly what you mean.

Seonghwa’s hands move to your dress, pulling the fabric up just enough to your waist to expose your panties. “Um,” you start, breath heavy, “bring- bring humans back, and-”

“Oh, that?” He says, eyes dropping to between your legs. You’re know you’ve soaked through the cotton already, and you’re definite his eyes flicker red this time, telling you that he sees it. You squirm with embarrassment. “No, we don’t. Humans break too easy.”

“More like you’re too heavy-handed,” Seonghwa murmurs like an afterthought. His hands roam over your body, too warm for someone who’s meant to be cold. His fingers hook in your panties, teasing, and Hongjoong sips on his drink, content to watch for now. “Should I take these off?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, and Hongjoong’s head tilts. Without him needing to say anything, you straighten up a little, toes curling into the sheets, “yes, please, Seonghwa.”

The “good girl” you get from them both is enough to make you preen, and the man behind you rewards you with taking off your panties, like he was waiting for his friend to tell him he was allowed.

“Keep this up for me,” he motions, and your hands move to your dress, obediently holding it up just enough to show your core. You’re wet, you can feel it - the arousal slicks up to your swollen bud and down past your pussy, dripping to the other hole between your asscheeks. It’s killing you that neither of them are touching you, so content with waiting, letting you feel the tension.

Seonghwa’s fingers finally dip down between your legs, forming a vee up your folds and just barely brushing against the pudge of your clit - you whine, knuckles whiting where they hold your dress up and Hongjoong just watches, across from you both with the two top buttons of his shirt undone, drink in hand. 

“How’s she looking?” The man behind you says, quiet in your ear but seemingly loud enough for Hongjoong to hear it - he lets out a noise of amusement in response, placing his glass down on the table. It clatters, glass on glass sharp against your ears, and Seonghwa’s fingers continue their inspection; your legs tremble as they slide down to your hole, prodding teasingly, but you’re in such a position that all you can do is sit there and take it, Seonghwa’s forearm firm around your tummy. You’re convinced this was intentional.

Hongjoong rises from his seat, feet heavy as he struts over to the two of you. He’s on his knees in a beat, pretty face only a few inches from your cunt, and your hips buck desperately.

“I’m not eating it, little thing,” He chuckles, reaching up to swipe his own thumb through your arousal, making a few tight, quick circles around your clit. It wracks a moan from your chest, hoarse and so airy you’re a little embarrassed, but he coos at you, “how long have you been this wet? Since before we gave you that blood?”

“W-way before, since- since I saw you,” You admit, chest heaving, and he rewards you a few more circles against your bud. Seonghwa keeps you spread, and when his friend gives you a few more touches at a rhythm that makes your eyes cross he pulls your thigh back towards him, forcing you to take it. “I- it’s so sensitive there, please-”

“Side effect, honey,” Seonghwa says it like you’re stupid, and you nod dumbly because you’d believe anything he said right now, proving his point. “Why don’t you just feel it, hm? Try not to cum though, yeah?”

It feels impossible right now. Hongjoong’s thumb circles your clit, fast and steady like he knows exactly how to take you apart already, and your hole gushes dumbly down onto their bed. You’re making a mess, you know you are, squirming and writhing on a vampire’s lap while his just-as-dangerous friend rubs your pussy better than your own hands ever could, but you can’t help it - you moan and whine and whimper, hands impatiently moving from your dress to grip at Seonghwa’s thighs.

“We told you we’d make you a horny little thing, but this,” Hongjoong eyes your cunt, looking nothing but thrilled, “this is pathetic. I bet you want to cum so bad already, little clit so fucking swollen you can’t take it.”

It brings your brain back to life, remembering what Seonghwa said, digging your nails into the leather on his thighs with a sharp buck of your hips, “w-why- why can’t I cum?”

“Why would you be allowed to cum already?” Seonghwa laughs mirthlessly. “Have you earned it? I don’t think you have.”

Your head spins. Hongjoong presses down further, slides his hand down until he’s pushing two fingers into your pussy, past the initial resistance and deep until he can curve his fingers up, forcing through slick and mess to reach that spot. 

“Mm, she hasn’t,” He says, “all she’s done is been a slut all night. I think she could use learning some manners. Learning how to wait for things, especially.”

His fingers tap against your g-spot and your jaw drops, thighs threatening to close where they’re held apart, voice warbling, “but I w-wanna cum.”

“You do?” Hongjoong laughs, “are you close?”

Voice raising higher, your bottom lip trembles, nodding, the tension in your stomach building with each curl of his fingers, “mmhm!”

His fingers leave you, and although it’s your first proper edge it feels cruel, mean, and your gasp is accompanied by a harsh clenching of your hole around nothing. Slick cascades down your folds, ignored, and you cry out, head rolling on Seonghwa’s shoulder. He shushes you gently, stroking your hair.

“Soon, honey, soon,” He says, and you’re not convinced but you’re still coming down from a denied orgasm and can’t understand fully. “How did that feel?”

“H-hurt,” you strain, and the shorter vampire flicks your clit to laugh at the way you squeak. “It hurt, I- I don’t- I wanna cum-”

His hand still strokes you, kissing at your hairline and down your face until he presses his lips against yours - you hadn’t even realised they hadn’t kissed you but now it feels like a reward, Seonghwa’s tongue claiming your mouth while you lean at an awkward angle to get more. You can’t help the feverish moan you let out, coming down from a harsh edge and being given a pretty man’s lips; it would fully overtake your senses if not for the feeling of the other man moving between your legs. He keeps your jaw positioned against him, hold firm, distracting you with wet, dominating kisses. 

You whimper into his mouth, legs still so open, and the feeling of something wet hitting your folds makes you try to pull away and watch.

“No, don’t you worry about that,” He murmurs, and you see the flickering of his teeth - your back arches, skin almost tingling with the need to have him bite you, drink your blood, be his favourite. He rewards you with a nip to your lower lip, just strong enough to break the skin. As soon as the blood hits his tongue he moans, so deep and strangled that you moan right back, scrambling at his arms.

A wet suck on your pussy, and your hips surge far away from him and towards whatever that was. He finally lets you go, your chin smudged with your own blood, eyes fluttering open to see Hongjoong between your legs. 

His tongue flicks over your clit, fast and precise, eyes moving up to you and landing directly on your to gauge your reaction. 

You’re loud, face crumpling in ecstasy, moans tumbling from your lips quicker than you realise, hand moving to his hair to keep him right there so you can chase it. He lets you, surprisingly enough, groaning at the sensation and rewarding you with his tongue delving deeper into your folds, sucking arousal straight from your hole to spit it back on your pussy again. 

The other man seems to savour the taste of your blood on his tongue, licking over his own lips to make sure that he’s gotten as much as he can before moving from behind you. Without the sturdiness of his body behind you, you’re left to fall against the sheets, and your hands automatically come to the pillow, grabbing and pulling and almost ripping your nails right through the fabric. 

Seonghwa settles between your legs, right next to Hongjoong. You’re not able to question it because he noses at Hongjoong’s cheek until he looks at him with lust-filled eyes, your slick drowning his chin and his surly lips. The loss of stimulation doesn’t have long enough to bother you because the shorter man pulls at Seonghwa’s hair, yanking him towards him and enveloping him in a messy, spit-filled kiss, both of them sharing the taste of your blood and arousal.

“Mm, fuck, tastes good,” He moans, sucking on Seonghwa’s bottom lip. You moan at the sight, hips bucking for something, anything, but the two men continue to fuck each other’s mouths with their tongues, lips meeting in a heavy exchange - they’ve done this before, you’re sure, too natural in the way they take over each other’s lips.

It only lasts a second longer before they’re pulling away, only this time both men’s lips are on you, Seonghwa sucking your labia into his mouth and letting them go with a wet pop. Hongjoong moves up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth harshly and giving you the stimulation you need, almost too much but not enough. Your body starts to slick with sweat, too warm in your dress but unable to do anything but take it, both men’s tongues swirling around your cunt like they’ve done it a million times.

“Oh- oh my god,” you cry out, in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Both men’s heads move against you, mouths wet and sloppy against your core. Seonghwa moves to lick over your clit, quick kitten licks that have you chasing the pleasure, itching to hold them against you - you imagine they wouldn’t let that slide now that they’re both down there, having their fix. Gripping onto the pillow with another sharp noise, you buck your hips against them, staring down at the mess of tongues and slick that ruin you. It feels so good, so messy but so imprecise and if you just have a little bit more on your clit- “fuck, fuck, feels so good, I-”

“You’ll take what you’re fucking given,” Hongjoong pulls off enough to say, and it’s said so simply that there’s no room to argue. You try to stop squirming but you can’t help it, toes curling and messy cunt rocking to meet their mouths, Hongjoong darting his tongue inside your hole to clean you from the inside. The new sensation makes you gasp, fingers tightening where they grip the pillow, and he does it again, again, curling it a little to see the way you moan, loud and broken.

When their eyes flit up to you this time, you’re surprised to see they’re both fully red now, hungry, dangerous. Seonghwa’s fingertips reach your mound, pulling back to expose your clit to their mouths. It’s too much, too sensitive, and when he sucks over it again you realise you’re dangerously close to cumming. A brief, bratty thought flashes through your mind - could you just let go? - but you remember who they are, what they’re giving you, what they’ve promised to do. You’d rather stay on their good sides if it means getting all of that.

“I’m- I’m close again,” you breathe, and Seonghwa hums, sucking on your clit like it’s a damn popsicle. He doesn’t stop, pushing you right to the brink, and the other man reaches up and slides two fingers past your folds just to really torture you. It’s the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do, avoiding moving so that the tiniest thing doesn’t send you over the edge. You whine when he taps against your g-spot, shaking your head so rapidly you make yourself dizzy, hips trying to crawl away from the pleasure. 

“So good she’s denying herself now,” Seonghwa murmurs, stroking your mound, “don’t be cruel, Joong, look at her trying so hard.”

The man in question does look, eyes round and amused and so red as he watches your struggle. You squirm and writhe until he eventually slides his fingers out, and you fly backwards from the precipice so fast it makes you sob wetly, tears begging to fall from your eyes. Seonghwa pecks your clit softly; Hongjoong doesn’t look bothered, leaning back on his haunches to finally pull some of his clothes off.

You’re exposed to a lot of skin, plush yet firm muscle that begs your hands to touch it when he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the floor. Seonghwa enters your vision, looming over you and making quick work of your dress - it’s like something goes unsaid, like they know what they both want to do to you and when. It lands on the floor next to Hongjoong’s shirt and you’re moved onto your tummy, automatically scrambling onto your hands and knees with an arch to your back that has the taller man groaning in appreciation.

The sound of a belt buckle is loud, mocking to your ears as you can’t see anything. You hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor again, and then the feeling of a man behind you - not as much of a presence, so you assume Hongjoong, slighter but firmer; heavy-handed too, if the harsh slap he lands on your ass is anything to go by.

Knees crawl closer to you on the bed. Seonghwa positions himself in front of you, shirt now gone too - you wonder when he did that, but you’re so overwhelmed by the men and their two edges have you so dizzy that you can’t question it, mumbling blissfully. You’re able to watch him undo his belt, his trousers being pushed down to his ankles and further onto the floor, his boxers being moved just under his balls to expose his cock.

Seonghwa’s cock is long, thick enough to make your mouth water but not so thick that you think taking him will be a challenge. In fact, your pussy gushes wetly looking at it, the way his tan, erect shaft lays in a smattering of dark hair that leads up to his navel. He grips his base, shows it to you because he can see you can’t stop looking; the way he starts to pump it inches away from your face is cruel. 

You inhale sharply at the feeling of a cockhead swiping through your folds, intentionally teasing but capturing your attention effortlessly. Hongjoong’s hand comes down on the small of your back, firm, “do you want it, sweetheart?”

“Yeees,” you writhe eagerly, Seonghwa’s hand coming into your hair to keep you still. He jerks his shaft inches from your face and moves your head onto his thigh, and you lick your lips, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed from both ends. Will they let you cum now? You have a feeling it’s a no, but still, “want it. Gimme both, lemme- wanna cum on it, please-”

“Greedy bitch,” Hongjoong laughs, using his thumb to push his shaft downwards. The tip just about catches on your hole and you whine, thighs shaking as you try to move back towards him - his hand keeps you still, keeping you between him and his friend of eternity. “What did I tell you?” He asks, and your head spins, unknowing of anything but getting yourself full, “stop thinking with your cunt. We’ll decide when you cum, if you cum.”

He’s playing with you, you’re sure, but you’re also sure that he’s mean enough to leave you high and dry once he’s finished using you if you’re not good. With your eyes fluttering shut, you let out a loud whimper of defeat, and he chuckles again from behind you.

“That’s right, quiet now.”

If Seonghwa’s bothered by his friend’s teasing he doesn’t show it, hand tightening at his head and focusing on pleasuring himself. It’s daunting, the way his head rolls back against the headboard but his eyes stay on you, the strings of drool that fall past your lips at the sight, wetting the sparse hair on his thigh. His grip tightens in your hair, tongue curling over his teeth and you see them, sharp and protruding now, and it’s too much to take.

“Please,” You gasp, “please, please, please, fuck, I’ll beg, I-”

“You are begging,” Hongjoong hums, “it’s not very good, though. Beg better. Beg better for me to shove my cock in your little human pussy.”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you respond. “Mm- mm, fuck, please, please, please, want it so bad, want you to- want you to fuck me, bite me, claim me, please, I’ll be yours, both of you-”

He doesn’t say anything, no praise, no confirmation of your hard work - he slides home in one deep thrust, cock so thick your pussy has to stretch to accommodate it despite his fingers spreading you open earlier. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted, one thrust taking you apart and putting you back together again, and he doesn’t wait; he starts to fuck you vigorously, hips kicking up a rhythm against the plush of your ass. 

“Tight little thing, aren’t you?” He sounds unaffected, tone level, “wet enough to drip down to my fucking balls, too. How’s it feel?”

“Mm, I- oh, oh-”

“Yeah,” he smiles, and pushes your head onto Seonghwa’s cock. It’s silent permission for you to start, and you immediately surge forwards to suckle around the head. After his teasing it’s leaking pearlescent drops, and you lick straight from the piss slit with your tongue, swirling it around the head with a delighted moan. Seonghwa swallows hard, sighing, and although you want to take your time Hongjoong grips onto your hips tighter and fucks into you so hard your head slides down the other man’s length too quickly, too fast, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. “Oh, sorry,” he laughs, “did you think you were in control then? Gag on it.”

You moan, delighted, pussy throbbing so hard Hongjoong feels it and lets out a sharp inhale, sucking his teeth. He starts to bounce against you quicker, fucking you down his friend’s cock, and Seonghwa’s hands move to your hair to control your movements a little more. 

Managing to breathe through your nose for the most part, it isn’t too bad, but Seonghwa’s dick is long and it hits the back of your throat so hard you wince and whine through the pain. He bucks his hips upwards, full lips parting in silent, eager little breaths and fucking against the back of your mouth a few more times before he lets you up for air. As soon as your head hits his thigh again, you start whining, too full of Hongjoong’s cock still and Seonghwa laughs breathlessly.

“Shit, you’re just like this, aren’t you?” He grips himself at the base, slapping his cock against your cheek, “don’t even need the blood,” he murmurs, in awe, “you’re just this fucking desperate.”

Hongjoong’s thumb slides down, just barely passing over where his cock stretches you, and the extra stimulation reminds you of your ruined orgasms. You begin to babble something incoherent, some form of pleading, and he sighs wetly and hooks it into your gummy hole alongside his shaft. The stretch is too much - you let out a loud squeal, feet kicking where they lay and he has to pin you down with his hips while Seonghwa teases himself in front of you, starting to strip his shaft again. 

You land on your tummy, Hongjoong fucking into you without abandon, and the sheets just barely brush against the pudge of your clit. Suddenly, you’re sobbing, too sensitive and too close, trying to writhe away from the pleasure but the pressure of his body keeps you there. 

“I- too much, please, I’m close-”

“Just a little more,” Seonghwa groans, forcing his cockhead past your lips again, “suck on this and stay quiet, honey.”

You’re barely suckling on it, but it’s something to focus on while you try to quell your orgasm. Your thighs burn and your cunt drools but you have to be good, have to do what they say, or- well, you’re not sure, but the need to please them is stronger than any need you have to cum. Seonghwa moves your head on his shaft, softly up and down just to keep him sated for now, and you hum and whine around a full mouth.

“F-fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” Hongjoong breathes, and it’s the first time you hear him sound affected. His hips snap into your ass, eyes fixated on the way the flesh ripples every time, and he fucks inside of your wet cunt a few more times before he pulls out with a sharp inhale. You hear the sound of him stripping his shaft, slick wet noises that make your ears turn red because you’re responsible for that, and on a tight grip upwards you feel the beginnings of his release. “Fuck, yeah, mm- there you go, honey, t-there you go.”

He sounds almost soft, but you know better, the hot strips of his white cum burning his mark into the small of your back. It drips down your skin when you squirm from the feeling of it, and he smears it down to your ass, messy and territorial. 

Seonghwa pulls you down to the base of his shaft once more, so deep your eyes water, and then he rips your head up by your hair sharply. 

“On your back,” He urges, cheeks flushed and teeth permanently out now, so sharp but alluring. They nip at your jugular when you listen to him, rolling onto your back despite the mess undoubtedly staining their bedsheets. He pushes your thigh back to your chest, long hair cascading over his forehead, gripping the base of his dick firmly, just barely angled downwards to your pussy, “do you want it, my love?”

“Please,” you groan, hole sore but so desperate, clenching rhythmically where it tries to pull him inside. “Please, give it to me, please-”

“I’m not that mean,” He murmurs, clearly referring to his counterpart - Hongjoong only laughs, sprawled on the bed naked with his cock softening against his muscled thigh. The sight causes a fire to burn in your gut; you want them both again, but you’re also very aware of the fact you haven’t cum yet, and Seonghwa seems like he might give that to you. With your leg pulled back, you’re spread open, and from Hongjoong’s ministrations it doesn’t take a lot to shove his cock inside, impatient and longer than the last one you took, so deep it knocks into your cervix when he’s fully inside and you squeal, hands moving to his shoulders for purchase. “Fuck, you are wet,” he says, other hand moving to your tummy to keep you flat, “how much of that is from our blood?”

“I-” he starts moving, and you gasp sharply, eyebrows knitting in a moan of pleasure. He’s good at this, just like Hongjoong was, and after a few hesitant thrusts he’s able to aim specifically at the spot that makes your eyes cross. “Fuck, I- it’s just from you, please-”

“I know, I know, I shouldn’t tease you,” He coos, hand smoothing over your hair. He starts to fuck you quicker, rocking against you at such a pace that you can’t help the way your orgasm starts to build already, pussy gushing a river and smearing over his pubes, his happy trail, his thighs. You start to buck your hips from the delicious sight, clit burning with need, hands gripping onto him for dear life. “I’m gonna let you,” he says, like he knows you were wondering, “you’ve waited so long, hm? I know, baby, let me make it happen.”

It’s a promise that he makes quick work of, both of his hands pushing your legs into a vee. It allows him to fuck you deeper, shaft slick as it moves in and out of you, his lips parting in a moan as he watches it. It doesn’t take long to get the same sensation Hongjoong gave you, hands gripping your trembling thighs as he picks up the pace, “Fuck, so warm, how did you- how did you last so long?”

“I didn’t get my cock sucked by her,” Hongjoong says, head tilting as he perceives you. Your eyes water, so close but not allowed to let go until they say, and he smiles, pleased, “looks like she’s broken in now, Hwa. She’s gonna cry for it.”

“Oh, yeah?” Seonghwa’s breath stutters, thumb and finger gripping your cheeks and squishing them like he’s scolding a child. A shiver runs through you at the treatment, tears spilling over, and your arousal starts to cream at the base of his cock, a white ring that has him groaning. “Should we let you cum, honey? Have you earned it?”

“Have, I have,” you manage, nails digging deep, and he groans at the feeling, kissing you again so hard his teeth bite against your lower lip without him meaning to. When he tastes your blood again he sucks it, straight from the plush of your lip, something painful that has your orgasm threatening to break, about to shatter you from the inside out - you can’t take it anymore, writhing, humping your cunt on his cock, “please, I- I can’t, I’m gonna-”

Seonghwa doesn’t look at his friend for permission this time. He pulls away, mouth slick with the dark red, metallic liquid, and starts to rock into you so hard you start to cry. His cock hits that spot inside you deliciously, over and over, more intense than anything you’ve felt in your life, and you can’t even warn him. Your pussy starts to quiver, walls clenching around him in warning, and he doesn’t stop, fucking you in just the right way to pull you over the edge with him.

“F-fuck, I-” you gasp, trembling. The sensation overwhelms every single one of your senses, finally letting go after so long of being their plaything, and your cunt clenches down hard on his cock as you cum. It’s so tight it stops him from moving, but he grinds his pubic bone against you in small, aborted thrusts, just enough to keep you writhing and riding it out, moaning high and airy in your throat. 

Your hole relaxes once you’ve finished soaking him, rivulets of wet stringing his pubes together and his breath hits your neck. He starts to fuck you without abandon again, your pussy screaming in overstimulation but you want him to cum so badly you’d take it three times over, legs falling uselessly against the bed, nails scratching down his torso.

“Just a b-bit more, my love,” he sounds apologetic, his thrusts proving otherwise, cock digging into your cervix hard. You whine, and he kisses the noise away, smearing blood over your lips, dropping his head back to your neck. If you focus on the pleasure enough, you’re sure that you can come again, but another sensation distracts you - Hongjoong, the other side of your neck, still naked and still soft but with something else flickering in those red eyes. 

You realise too late. Soft lips press against either side in a gentle kiss, one each, and then two sets of teeth dig in hard enough to break skin. Seonghwa pulls out, cumming messily on your pussy in his way of marking you, and the two men let out satisfied groans when your blood hits their tastebuds.

You wonder if this is what they wanted all along. As your vision goes black, you realise it’s definitely what you wanted. 

Waking up, you blink sleep out of your eyes. It was clearly a good sleep, because god, you feel heavy, limbs tired and taking what feels like an age to move. While they warm up you notice the taste in your mouth, something sour that tells you that you may have drunk more than you remember because you had definitely forgotten to brush your teeth last night.

Speaking of last night… you’re still trying to wake up, but it seems to be a bit of a blur. You remember getting to the club with your friends, and talking a bit with those men, and then having a few more drinks, and then… what happened then? It feels like a dream, like you didn’t really go, like the entire night wasn’t real. When you open your eyes, you’ll surely see the same walls of your bedroom, the same pyjamas you wore the night before-

You open your eyes, and you’re definitely not in your bedroom.

Where your room has your band posters and desk with all of your trinkets, you seem to be in some sort of extension of the nightclub you were in last night, room draped with dark reds and black satins. The bed is the comfiest thing you’ve had the pleasure of laying on, where the mattress and blanket seem to dip and cling wherever you move like sand, and although the burgundy canopy obscures your vision you can see other furniture around the room. Dark wood mostly fills the room up, solid, sturdy furniture that looks as clean as it is old, and there’s a man sitting in the corner of the room staring at you.

There’s a man sitting in the corner of the room staring at you.

With the survival instincts of a gnat, you surge forwards and yank the canopy away, facing your intruder. Unmoving, he stares at you knowingly and you blink wildly, hair sticking up every which way, before it comes to you.

“Seonghwa,” you murmur, “shit, I almost-”

“Almost forgot?” He says, amused, “it happens. How did you sleep?”

“Amazingly,” you admit, “I-”

Something clicks in your brain. When you turn around, looking behind you, a shorter man with a pleased little smile is gazing at you, not at all tired and with something in his eyes that has your gut burning again. 

You remember. Two men- no, not men, two vampires, and they took you apart and made you cum so good that you never want to leave. Is this what everyone had been warning you about? 

Seonghwa rises from his seat. “Did you want anything for food? You must be starving, love.”

It has you faltering. Starving. You are starving, but there’s something else to it, a carnal need that can only be sated by-

“Get back into bed,” you urge. Seonghwa doesn’t look surprised, already moving to the canopy and pulling it aside to let himself onto the mattress. “I- can we-”

Hongjoong tuts, “You really are dumb. All it took was one good fucking, huh? Now you’re running away with the bad men, nowhere to be seen ever again-”

You grip him by the forearm, pulling him on top of you. Instead of showing shock, his grin forms predatory, slow like it has all the time in the world, and you see those two teeth poking out again. It reminds you of last night, and your eyes flicker to your chest, where you can see the remnants of a plethora of two-prong shaped holes.

“I want it again,” you blurt, “want more-”

“Right,” Seonghwa grins, decisive, crawling onto the bed. He’s already ridding his shirt again, exposing planes of tan skin that make your mouth water. His teeth stick out at you, something that should be threatening but it only causes you to whimper in need. “And you know how to ask nicely, don’t you? Not as dumb as you pretend to be.”

Hongjoong finds this amusing.

“No touching, baby.”

Hongjoong's voice curled around the dim bedroom like smoke—a single lamp shining on the nightstand, throwing shadows across the sheets. You sat in the chair Hongjoong had placed at the edge of the bed, fingers twitching where they lay against your naked thighs.

Hongjoong, however, was lying face down on the pillows, his spine shaped in a long, elegant line, ass lifted just slightly. The bottle of lube sat uncapped beside his knee, where it dipped into the mattress, the clear gel already gleaming on his fingers. 

He wiggled from side to side, readjusting so that he could push his legs further apart—turning his head so his left cheek pressed against the pillow, half-lidded eyes staring into yours, dark with lust. You could see and hear everything. 

Everything.

The slow, deliberate squelch that filled the silence as he pressed two slick fingers against himself, circling and teasing the tight ring of muscle with the kind of patience that made your clit throb at the sight, your face growing hot along with the heat pooling in your lower back. 

“You’re going to watch,” Hongjoong teased, letting out a faint breath before his lips formed into a familiar mischievous grin. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his tongue tracing the edge of his top teeth. “I want your eyes on me the whole time. Understood?” 

“Yes,” you barely managed to breathe out, eyes glued to the man in front of you. 

And he pushed.

His back arched when the first finger pushed in slowly, working himself open when a long, shuddering exhale escaped him. Not a moan, not yet—something deeper. Like layers of relief, of hunger, were slowly being peeled away. Your breath hitched at the sight. 

“Touch yourself,” he smirked, tone calm and unhurried. “While you look at me.”

A groan left his parted lips when your hand slid obediently between your legs, the cotton of your panties already damp and clinging against your glistening folds. Pushing the fabric aside, you let your middle finger settle against your clit—not rubbing just yet, just resting there, feeling the throb sync with the sight of his finger retreating, then pushing back in, joined by a second. 

His eyes grew shut for a second, a faint furrow in his brow as he welcomed the stretch of a second finger—a small, almost needy whimper cutting through the thick tension filling the air. His hips rolled, and the slick sound of Hongjoong fucking himself on his fingers grew louder, followed by a mix of breathy moans and mumbled whimpers. 

Fuck. 

The sight in front of you was so filthy, so fucking obscene, yet so intricately beautiful—the way his legs trembled with every thrust, the involuntary movement of his hips as he fucked back onto his fingers, his hole flushed red from the stretch. At the same time, drops of lube trailed down to his balls, his hard and painfully neglected cock hanging low.  

You drew a tight circle around your clit, breath escaping in an almost sharp hiccup from how good it felt.  

“T-that’s it—mmmh—let me hear you, baby.” Hongjoong purred, with only the faint stutter of his words as proof of how affected he was, too. 

His two fingers became a slow, rhythmic fuck. His wrist twisted as his knuckles kept disappearing into that glistening heat, a moan breaking loose from his chest—low and wrecked—and the sound of it sent shivers straight down your spine, your fingers now moving faster, pressing and then sliding through your own wetness as you watched him stretch himself open. 

“F-fuck,” you breathed. 

Hongjoong laughed breathlessly, the sound nearly swallowed by the pillow. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Then he pulled his fingers free, the sudden emptiness leaving him gasping—his whole body fluttered, slick and shiny, and you had to clamp down on the noise building low in your throat. 

“Get the strap, baby. Fuck yourself with it first.” Hongjoon ordered, lips parted, pupils blown wide as the order landed hot in your belly, almost like a punch. 

Hurriedly, you scrambled to the nightstand drawer, pulling out the harness and the silicone cock—curved, not too thick, the one he’d chosen eagerly weeks ago.

“Drench it,” he said, still face-down, still presenting that perfectly round, waiting ass. “I want to feel how wet I make you when you fuck me."

“J-Joo—fuck—you'll be the death of me.” You groaned, hands trembling as you made your way back to the chair. 

It was impossible to look away from him as you brought the toy between your legs, the silicone contrastingly cool against your fevered skin. You guided it through your folds, coating the shaft with the slick evidence of everything he was doing to you. 

A moan clawed out of you as you pressed the tip against your entrance and finally pushed—your wetness coating the length as you let it slide back in, then out, glistening. Fuck, it already felt so good. 

“Good girl.”

You whined at the praise, shuddering as you pulled the dildo away—too impatient to continue—and buckled the harness around your hips. The base pressed against your mound, the weight of it foreign and obscene.

Hongjoong was already moving, pushing up onto his knees—cock jutting out, dark and weeping, still untouched. He didn’t look down at it. His eyes were on yours.

“Sit,” Hongjoong commanded, hand patting at the spot next to him. 

You left the warmth of the chair as you made your way onto the bed, legs flat as you leaned your back against the headboard, the dildo standing rigid in your lap. He crawled toward you—slow and predatory—swiftly turning around as he swung one leg over your thighs, his back to your chest.

He braced his hands on your knees, that tiny waist flaring into the roundest, most plump ass you'd ever seen, and you could do nothing but stare as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around the base of the silicone cock. A fresh drizzle of lube from the bottle, the sound of it squelching in his grip made your mouth water.

“No touching,” he reminded you. His voice had gone ragged, his chest heaving slightly. “You just watch.”

He lined the tip up against his hole—slick, still gaping slightly from his fingers—and then he lowered himself, not all at once, but a fraction of an inch when a sharp gasp tore from his throat as the head breached him, his spine curling forward at the stretch. And fuck, he was so pretty like this. So in control yet so blissfully turned on, he couldn’t help the sounds escaping.

“Nnnngh—fuck,” he gasped as he rose and then sank again—just a little more this time. The dildo disappeared into his flushed hole, inch by agonizing inch, and you could see the way his body fought it and welcomed it in the same breath, making your clit pulse furiously against the base of the harness, untouched and aching. 

His palms slid higher up your thighs, nails biting in. “You f-feel that—ah—f-feel how tight I am?” 

“Yes,” you choked, your eyes so desperately wanting to flutter close from the ache between your thighs, but you fought against it; nothing was better than the sight in front of you.

Hongjoong fell forward then, fully seated, hands slapped onto your thighs for leverage as his back turned into a graceful arch, mumbled whimpers contrasting the wet, squelching fullness of Hongjoong being filled to the brim, lube leaking from where you joined—pooling against the base of the strap, a glistening drop that drooled down onto your skin. 

A long, broken moan erupted from the man as his head fell back, lifting his hips until the head was threatening to escape, only to drop down hard, setting a rhythm that drove the toy deep every time he sank. 

You groaned at the sight of his round ass bouncing, the muscles clenching around the silicone, the tiny waist flexing as he fucked himself on it—burned into your retinas. You couldn’t blink. Couldn’t breathe.

“Tell me what you see.” Hongjoong breathed, the dominant tone he’d desperately clung to faltering just slightly, almost like it was more of a plea than a demand.

“You’re—fuck—you’re swallowing it,” you stammered. “Every time you come down, it just—vanishes. God, your ass is so perfect. So fucking perfect taking it. Joong-ah.”

His head fell forward as he whimpered, his rhythm slowing down for just a second from the praise before he picked up the pace, faster—harder. The bed frame knocked against the wall, harsh sounds spilling into the air, almost like nails on a chalkboard compared to the song of Hongjoong’s whimpers, the lewd squelch of lube as he continued to stuff himself full, and the slap of his untouched cock against his belly with every bounce, leaving a glistening smear. And all you could do was watch.

A firm grip on your wrist brought you back to reality as Hongjoong dragged it to his cock, separating your fingers before closing your hands together against his leaking tip. The rhythm of his hips was erratic as he clasped his other hand against your thigh, fingers digging into the skin like he was scared you’d leave.

“P-please...” Was all Hongjoong managed to breathe out before your free hand grabbed the swell of his hips, legs rising until your feet lay planted against the bed for more stability. 

Hongjoong continued working both your hands down the length of his cock, squeezing tightly as you reached the tip, and then down again with a whimper escaping his parted lips. A whimper that quickly turned into pants and whines the second you steadied your grip on his hips and pounded into the wet heat of your boyfriend. Hard.

“So full—nnghh fuck—” The man couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, cries and pleas for more and how fucking good you felt inside him, the dominant aura quickly disappearing because of how fucked drunk he was.

At this moment you couldn’t care less about your own pleasure. Not when Hongjoong was seated so perfectly in front of you, his abused hole swallowing the silicone cock so prettily—clenching around it every now and then to feel the ridges and details. To feel full.

You could feel the tension in your thighs, growing tired with every thrust, but you could not stop. The wet sounds paired with Hongjoong's noises worked like magic, pulling you in like a trance you couldn't get out of even if you tried. 

You swatted the hand away that kept you around his cock, working in frantic motions as a whine filled the air. Urging him to use his own hand instead, your now free one trailed along his curved back, sweat sticking to the palm of your hand as you placed it flat against his shoulder blades, carefully pushing him forward just a bit. Just to enhance the enticing arch of his back a bit more. 

“Ah! F-fuck, baby… R-right there—ah!”

The grip Hongjoong had on your thigh grew stronger, needier. The tips of his fingers dug painfully into your skin as his moans became more frequent, more desperate, more pleading. His head bobbed with each thrust, like he was in no control of how his body reacted or moved—just limp and pliant around the toy while you fucked stars into his eyes. 

“So good for me, baby. So good.” 

Your fingers grazed the curve of his back, leaving his shoulder blades and nails softly—but possessively—painting red marks along its path, stopping just above where the silicone cock disappeared into your boyfriend. Your hand quickly made contact with the side of his cheek, a harsh slap now welcomed into the mixture of sounds floating endlessly in the air. 

A deep moan escaped Hongjoong’s lips, his legs trembling in your lap. You softly ran your hand across the faint red mark of your palm against his skin, soothing it before charging again. 

Slap.

And Hongjoong was gone. His whole body seized—a rigid, breathless spasm that locked his hips flush against your lap. A guttural cry ripped from his chest, not a word, just sounds, as his cock pulsed untouched, spurting thick white streaks across his belly and thighs. His hole clamped down on the dildo so hard you could feel the pressure through the harness, a phantom squeeze that made you sob with need.

He trembled from the overstimulation as you fucked him through his orgasm. With the last thrust, he fell forward onto all fours, the toy still buried deep inside, his shoulders heaving in rhythm with the pants filling the air—the air that previously sang a melody of need, of desperation, now silent. The only sound moving cautiously in the room is a mix of your panting, along with the stench of sex, sweat, and lube. 

Then, through the wrecked quiet, his voice came—hoarse, shattered, and somehow still commanding.

Hongjoong had waited long enough.

He had spent about little over three months without touching himself in any way, not since he had gotten that Prince Arthur piercing on his dick. It had taken around a month to heal. A whole month through which his only outlet was letting you ride his face until he’d cum from having you fuck yourself into his mouth and nothing else. He had been so eager too, tongue out and sweats lowered to his thighs, ready to let himself cum in his stomach.

He had learnt how to work his fingers on you with expertise, never getting tired of how they felt inside you. He’d drag them in and out of you while letting his hard dick rub at your bare thigh, making himself cum just telling you about how he couldn’t wait to have it inside you, staining your skin and bedsheets. You'd scold him at that, like you didn’t get horny knowing he was ruining them with just the thought of you. Like you hadn’t ruined all your panties thinking about it too.

But then, when the time had finally arrived, tragedy had struck: a world tour.

Now, Hongjoong hadn’t planned that one. Or at least hadn’t really thought that it’d be a problem. He could find someone on tour. Someone lucky enough to be the one to feel it for the first time. But he couldn’t do that now.

“What are you thinking about?”

You had been lying on the bed, sheets pilling between your bare legs that lazily intertwined with his. Hongjoong rested the side of his face over the pillow next to you. His eyes had gotten lost on some spot on your face, but you could tell he was somewhere far, far away. Wherever he had been, you could see your question bringing him back to you. He shook his head slightly, his fingers carefully pulling a strand of hair away from your face.

“Nothing”

But he had known. He had been thinking about how it had to be you. It could only ever be you.

And so when he realized the tour would interfere with both of your plans, he had started to prepare himself to endure three months of not seeing you. Not touching you. God, the thought was driving him insane.

“You don’t... uhm...”

You had tried to ease his worry, but shame was making the words pile at the base of your throat. The thing was, Hongjoong and you hadn’t really spoken about what was going on. Sure, he had pretty much made himself at home between your legs, mapped every part of your body trying to saciate his thirst, untouched himself. But you didn’t want him to think you thought you were exclusive, in case he didn’t feel that way. You didn’t want to tell him to have his fun somewhere else either, afraid he might think you didn’t love him. Because you did.

“You don’t need to... I know you promised to use it with me for the first time but, well, I think... uhm, I understand. If it’s too much”

“What do you mean?”

“If it becomes too much to bear while you are there” god, the thought itself made you sick. You swallowed it loudly “I understand if you sleep with someone else on tour”

It had been a bit of a improper conversation to have at a coffee shop early in the afternoon, but that had been one of the only and very few free moments Hongjoong had had to offer you. He had been too busy between practice, meetings, and more practice. He had sat across you in a beanie, most definitely hiding hair he hadn’t had the chance to wash in a few days. Basic practice clothes that smelled faintly of sweat and his own particular scent, always so tantalizing when he’d hug you in an efusive greeting after days of not seeing you. You couldn’t do much more, not in public. And with him not being able to move too far away from the studio, it had been like this for the last couple days leading to the tour. He had looked tired and yet so happy to see you even if for just a moment. After you had spoken those words though, he looked even more gaunt than you had ever seen him.

“Why would you tell me that?” it’s all he asked, and you felt yourself become small.

He sounded disappointed.

“Just in case you falter? I don’t know. I don’t want you to feel bad if you change your mind when you are over there"

“Do you think I’m going to?”

“No? I don’t-- We haven’t really spoken about where this is going or what page we are on” you had felt the heat crawl up your neck, embarrassed and also scared that he was staring at you like that “And I know you have a lot of pent-up frustration, and you know... you are always talking about the clubs and events you go to and the pretty fans you see and all that”

His anger disippated, watching you making yourself crawl into yourself in front of him, pushing through the shame of bringing those memories to him. Had he told you about these? When you were suprssing your feelings for him, did he really sit there and tell you about other women? Had you looked so sad as you did now, despite how hard you were trying not to?

“I don’t want anyone but you. Not now, not after I fulfilled my promise. Not ever”

That shut you up. You felt his hand rest on top of yours, brown eyes never leaving yours. They were tranquil, honest. You figured yours might be a bit glassy. It had been enough to ease your worries and ease his heart. Had he left you there with those thoughts for three months, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.

The kiss before the night he was supposed to be driven to the airport with the rest of the members had taken place behind their dorm building. Whatever excuse he had given to sneak out he hadn’t told you. He had held you against the wall, your back arched and your arms around his neck. It had been hungry and heated when he had gotten a hold of you, but it hadn’t been until the pace had slowed down, lips barely brushing against each other in a teasing rhythm, that he had felt himself get hard against you.

“Does it not hurt anymore?”

He shook his head, his tongue gliding left and right through your bottom lip as he did so. He kissed and sucked on it softly, savoring you.

“It’s ready for you”

“I can tell”

You giggled against his lips, and the sound echoed in his ears. It'd made his heart skip a beat, warmth spreading through his chest and all over his body. God, he could take you there and then. Not even out of lust, he just needed you closer. Impossibly closer. He dropped his head and buried it in the crook of your neck, the small beads of sweat on his forehead wetting your skin. There were so many things he wanted to say: I miss you. I need you. I love you.

They all pressed against his ribcage, suffocating him. He let out a deep sigh, trying to ease his breathing. Compose himself. You caressed his hair, a little dry from the recent bleaching, and he hummed against your shoulder.

“I wish you could come with me”

“It’ll be so worth it when you come back”

“Is not just about that. You know is not just about that” he lifted his head and his eyes settled on yours, the light of a nearby lampost swimming faintly on his blown pupils “You know, right?”

Your hands caressed the soft skin of his neck and found their place at both sides of his face, cupping it with the utmost care.

“I do”

You did, the affection piercing through you as overwhelming as exhilarating.

The two months the tour had lasted had been the most agonizing Hongjoong had ever experienced. The good news was, he could touch himself now. You had both agreed upon it, even if he had wanted to deny himself that privilege. You had insisted that he wouldn’t be able to help it, and would eventually feel bad about it if he forced that rule on himself. With a little caveat to satisfy the both of you.

That was the reason why Hongjoong had asked for the single room for himself this time around, no one having any reason to deny him. That’s why he was propping his phone in different places, finding the best angles to show you all he wanted you, and only you to see. You had received so many videos all the way through it.

In some he had propped the phone against his laptop that rested on the bed between his legs, open and eager. He had stroked himself, small steel piercing glinting under the hotel room light over his pink tip, eyes a bit lost somewhere behind the phone. He had told you he had had your pictures open on the laptop screen.

“Not even a scandalous one” he had texted.

“Just one of you smiling”

“I miss it so much”

He had folded a pillow in front of him, his pretty pale ass up in the air as he thrusted into it. You could see him dragging his tongue through the pillowcase, moaning and biting into it every time he buried his cock against the soft fabric. He had his phone to the side, so you could see him in all fours pathetically humping his own pillow, laptop open to his side playing the recording he had made while he fingered you in the backseat of his car. He had made many other since then, too.

He had a video you had taken when you were abusing his pretty mouth, fucking yourself on his tongue. It was shaky and frantic, and he could see his own cloudy eyes rolling back. He was embarrassed of how loud his moans had been, even when muffled under the delicious weight of your whole body over his mouth.

God, he had even let you play with his asshole. It had been one of these times he was so desperate he had almost fucked you with his freshly pierced dick, all health risks be damned. Then he had felt your wandering hand, and he had lifted his face from were it had been buried on your chest, sucking at your tits. Your eyes had shot him a question.

“Does it feel good?”

And he had nodded faintly. Unsure of his answer, you had done it again, slowly and carefully. He dragged his clothed dick against your leg, and that had been it. He had let you patiently and teasingly draw circles around it while messily making out with you, moaning into your mouth when you’d press your pinky finger against it. It hadn’t gone farther than that, but he had made a mental note of it. Put it aside for some other time when you both had the time, and the means, and the lube. He’d do anything. He’d do everything, as long as it was with you. No one else could touch him like you did.

Not even himself, no matter how much he squeezed himself in front of that camera. Face flat against the bed, lazily fucking himself into his own hand thinking of you. You zoomed into the video, his eyes closed, messy hair and face red. His eyebrows knit together as another whiny moan left his mouth. He looked so embarrassed when he stood up, planting his ass on his calves, staring at the mess he’d done. His hands completely covered in the proof of his nasty antics: sheets ruined, sweaty, threads of cum all over it. His bed. Where he had to sleep. He looked so shy when he got up from the bed and cut the video off.

“You look so cute” you had texted the next day after you’ve had time to watch it.

“That’s all?”

“I’d have cleaned them up with my tongue”

“Thank you”

“No need”

“I slept in the couch. I feel bad for the cleaning lady, though”

Some days he couldn’t even be bothered to record for you, no matter how much he wanted to show you. He’d get lost looking through videos, some he was completely incapable of looking away from. That one of him sliding his pierced cock through your pussy, a personal favorite of yours too. It had felt so good, the feeling of it hard and so hot rubbing against your clit, pressing against your entrance. It was so wrong, you both knew you were crazy enough to try and put it in. Every time it'd press against your cunt you’d moan in protest, the little frown on your face actually making him want to push forward even more. It was disgusting really, how much you both had made out of it. The slick spread all over your pussy had made it easy for his his cock to glide through you, Hongjoong’s precum leaking from his tip making the sound slicker, obscene.

He had held it still while you thrust your hips in the air, rubbing yourself against it, making sure his pretty tip touched your clit perfectly on the way down every single time. He had thought of marrying you in that position, stupid thought. It had made him shudder, his orgasm suddenly dangerously close. He had held your waist against the bed one more time, his other hand stroking himself at a quick pace as the tip dragged against your folds.

“Please?” he had asked.

You knew what he had meant, and you had obliged every single time.

His body shook, and he pressed his tip against your entrance before he came. It was the closest he could get to it, and he loved the sight: your hungry pussy, covered in his cum dripping down and into the couch. He had taken a second to breathe, engrossed in the sight in front of him. He looked almost enamoured.

“Are you gonna clean it up?” you had teased, his hungry eyes, still blown going from your pussy, to your eyes, back down. He had fallen on his knees on the floor, hands on your knees and face dropping to your core. You had stopped him, your palm pressing against his forehead in an almost comical manner. You both exchanged a look “That’s not what I--” you started, before you realized his stare wasn’t changing, the grip on your knees never softening. You swallowed, a small whimper falling from your puffy lips when you had seen him drag his tongue over your pussy with determination, his dazed eyes never leaving yours until he had cleaned you all up from his own mess.

Hongjoong had come back on a Wednesday morning, and he sent you the room number the moment he had booked it. He had insisted on going to a hotel instead of your apartment.

“I don’t want you to get any complaints from the neighbours” he had said, and he had been so serious about it too.

It was big, luxurious, and way more expensive than your mind could have started to comprehend. It was that sort of hotel, the kind that had a big, fancy guy at the front stopping you from coming in until you had shown him the reservation. It made you think about Hongjoong, about how things were before he debuted. He was on a league of his own now, and you were along for the ride.

It had never made you feel as small as it did now, inside the elevator and speaking the floor number to the lady so she can press it for you. It feels wrong somehow, being in a place like this, meeting your global superstar secret boyfriend at a hotel you could never afford a night at without sacrificing two months of salary. Inadequate. That's the word you are looking for.

You text Hongjoong the moment you let your back fall onto the absurdily huge bed. He texts back right away.

“I’ll be there in twenty”

He must be so tired, you think, and yet he still wants to see you. Do you really deserve that? It feels so wrong for you to be lying here, and you can't help but fiddle with your fingers while you wait. Why does it have to be like this? Why do you have to be like that? Months waiting for this and the moment you get here you are, what exactly? Scared? Sad? About what? You could tell how much he loved you three months ago. Isn’t that good enough? Wouldn’t he be so upset if he walked through that door and saw you like this?

You hear the door open when your face is still between your hands, splashing water on it to calm yourself down. You can't tell if he has arrived surprisingly quickly or if you have lost track of time. You hear his voice call your name from the entrance and your heart leaps from your chest. You dry your face and discard the towel on top of the faucet, running into the main room to jump into his arms. You feel yourself soften and melt against him. The touch of his hoodie against your nose, the familiar feeling of his arms around you, the small kisses he was peppering through your hair. You sniffle and he parts from you. His eyes search yours, worried with reddish, dark circles around them.

“What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, you really don’t even know yourself.

“I’m not sure” it scares him the way to say it, how is he supposed to help you? “It’s just... overwhelming?"

“What is?”

“You” you panic “Us. This. In a good way, is just” the grip of your hands tighten on his shoulders, hoping he understands you want him close, that he won’t misunderstand “I’ve never felt this much before. It’s a bit scary”

You let out a breathy laugh. Hongjoong brings a hand to caress your cheek.

“We don't have to do it today”

You scoff at that “Are you kidding?”

He doesn’t laugh.

“I can wait forever” he says “I can wait forever for you”

You take in his reddish eyes, the small break-outs in his skin, the dullness of it. The way he stands in front of you with little strength to stand up. You caress his cheek, and his eyes flutter close for a second.

“You look so tired” you whisper into his lips “Come here”

You walk him towards the bed, take his shoes off when he sits down on the edge. He watches you kneel in front of him, pulling them off, socks too, placing them neatly next to the bed.

"Wait" he says in a low voice, a bit broken.

He asks you to get up by tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. He remains seated and his hands roam to your lower back in a gentle hug. He looks up at you, and you can understand what he wants without a word. You bent down slightly.

"Sorry" you say against his lips "I forgot the most important part"

You place a soft kiss on his lips. They are a bit chapped, rough against yours. He exhales deeply, and you can feel some invisible weight lift from his shoulders. His grip on your back, his lips, it all softens. Your fingers softly scratch underneath his jaw, earning yourself a shudder. You part his lips with yours, gently but a bit demanding. It's always the sweet moments that do the most for both of you. The slow kisses, the ghostly touches, the sound of your lips parting and tongues dragging against each other at an agonizing slow pace. His hands lift the hem of your sweater and you let him slip it ouf of you. He's pleased to find out you are not wearing a bra. You feel his shaky breath on your exposed chest, making goosebumps spread through it even before his lips start leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin. He palms your ass through your jeans, and you so generiously unzip them and take them off before you venture downwards again, bare knees against the carpet now.

His hand find its way to your head in a generous pat, fingers caressing your scalp in gratitude. You look up at him and he feels a chill down his spine, it makes him straighten on his seat. Your hands go up and down his legs a few times before you grab at the waistband of his sweats, and he eagerly lifts his hips before you have time to ask for permission. You pull them down, leaving him on his probably overpriced plain t-shirt and underwear. You can see the outline of it, half hard pressing against the fabric. It’s like a gift on a Christmas morning, the wait to open it as sweet as what’s inside. Your hands softly knead at his thighs, massaging the tired muscles underneath.

“You’ve worked so hard”

You kiss the inside of his thigh. Short, sweet kisses over the soft flesh. You feel him open his legs wider and you smile against his skin. You get closer, letting your nose nudge at his bulge, enjoying the way he sighs in anticipation. You look up at him, and the sight of him above you, pupils blown despite the tiredness on his body has you pushing your knees further apart.

“Are you ready?” you ask playfully, and he nods.

Your fingers sneak past the elastic of his boxers, and you pull them all the way down, throwing them somewhere in the floor. It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but it’s the first time that you can touch it freely. Hongjoong sucks in a shallow breath when your fingers curl around it, it escapes in a wanton moan when you kiss the metal piece decorating his red rip. It feels cold in contrast to the heat of his member. The taste of salt and sweat on your tongue as you drag it from to base to the tip makes you moan, and you feel his hips buck when you suck at it. Your lips wrap around the tip, playfully circling it with your tongue a few times before taking it deeper inside your mouth. Hongjoong’s hand grabs onto your hair, it stings. It feels so good, too. The moan it draws from your throat reverberates on his cock, and he can’t help but to push himself deeper inside you, making you gag.

“Sorry” he says, his voice faint.

You pull him out of your mouth with a sweet, nasty pop before your eyes look up at him.

“You taste so good, you know that?”

A sound like a whimper comes out of him as he smiles at you with cloudy eyes. He loves the way your hand softly caresses at his thigh.

“Yeah?”

You nod, still stroking him, making sure to rub your thumb over the piercing when you reach the tip. The action draws a shaky breath from him, and it takes everything in you to not choke yourself on it on purpose. Some other time. Not now. You need to take him sweetly into your mouth, flattening your tongue against his cock and taking him in at the most torturous pace. You can’t help but to moan all the way down, the subtle outline of his veins against your tongue, the cute noises coming from Hongjoong above you as he tries to not fuck your face making you open your legs wider against the soft carpet.

“Stop, stop” Hongjoong gently pushes you away from him, and the way your brows knit over your pretty eyes as you look up at him makes him feel guilty “Or I’ll finish”

Your bottom lip protrudes in a slight pout, but you comply. You stand up, and he backs himself until his back is against the headboard, eyes never leaving your body.

“We can’t let that happen” you crawl towards him, knees sinking in the mattres and caging him underneath you “You need to cum inside”

A pathetic moan rips through Hongjoong's throat and his nails dig on the fat of your hips where he has anchored himself. He pulls you towards him, a bit roughly.

”Are you sure?”

“I don’t want you to do it anyhwere else. You are never cumming anywhere else” you murmur against his temple with a soft kiss, and he understands. The possessiveness, the promise, the leash round his neck. He’s okay with it. All of it “Want to see it go in?”

Hongjoong nods, his hair tickling at your neck and chest. He's panting just by watching you align yourself with him. You are both familiar with the feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance, having tortured each other multiple times by doing just that. The moment you start lowering yourself onto his lenght though, your breath hitches and so does his. Despite how much he wants to witness it going in, his eyes close the moment he feels his tip getting sucked in by your hungry, welcoming pussy. It's wet, and tight and so warm around him, his brain is shuting down any sense that isn't touch, comitting the feeling to memory. The initial resistance is barely there, and the unfamiliar feeling of his piercing dragging inside your walls causes you to let out a surprised moan, making your hips halt.

“Okay?” he pants.

You nod, reassuring him. Your face is already so red when you look down at him, and the way your chest heaves up and down so close to his face making his mouth water.

“It feels different”

He's not really listening. His mouth opens and sucks at your nipple with a moan.

“Good?” he asks with his lips pressed against your sternum before dragging his tongue all over your breast, playing with the soft flesh of it.

Your hand goes to his neck, gently pushing at it until he lets go of your tits and looks at you. His eyes, open and glossy and pleading look at you with so much adoration, so much desperation.

“You feel so fucking good” you almost cry "You are not even in yet"

A low moan dies at his throat, but you can feel it where your hand is still gently choking him. You sink lower, moaning into each other's mouth at how easily you bottom out, his cock practically slipping inside. He fills you up so perfectly, hot and hard and you can still feel the small piece pressing against your inside, deliciously poking at your walls. It’s making you delirious, you can feel the heat breaking through your body like a fever. You can see it in Hongjoong too, his chest and cheeks flaring red like a rash.

“Can you feel it?” he asks, pressing his palm against your lower stomach like he's trying to feel it too.

You bit your lip and nod, savoring the feeling and clenching around him to give him a taste.

"I can feel it all the way, it touches me so good"

Your words make Hongjoong grab at your hair and push you towards him in a hungry kiss with a low groan. Your pussy can't help but clench around him when his tongue disgustingly sucks at yours. One hand fists at your hair, pressing your face against his so he can push his tongue deep inside your mouth, almost as if he's trying to fuck your throat with it. It's suffocating: the way your moans choke on his tongue, your mixed drool falling from your joined lips down your chins. It's got your pussy spasming. Hongjoong lets go and you gasp for air, a few threads of saliva linking your abused lips. The sight of you like that has him moaning loudly, the sound obscenely reverberating through the walls in the otherwise silent room.

God, you haven't even started to move yet.

When he feels your hips lift, his gaze immediately goes down, eyes trained on the way his dick goes back inside, sliding inside your pussy with a noise so sinful that a breathy, laughter-like moan escapes him. You back your hips down to the base, rolling them in a way that has you both grabbing at each other, nails digging into flesh without much care. His skin feels warm to the touch, already sweaty. Your hips have found their pace, rolling and dragging with the only thought of wanting his piercing to hit that sweet spot inside, never wanting to let it go. Hongjoong’s dick is buried deep inside, his pubic hair rubbing against your clit ever so slightly with every desperate roll of your hips. You fuck him at a frantic pace, making sure to moan right into his ear. You know how much he loves that.

You feel Hongjoong’s hands prompting you to slide up, but you bury your head on his neck with a shake.

“No” you whine “I need it inside” Hongjoong’s dick twitches at your words, and it makes you violently clench around it with a pathetic moan. You don't want to drag it out, not even one bit. You want the feeling of his piercing deep inside, deliciously rubbing against your insides over and over again “It feels so good, it feels so so s-good”

“I want to watch it go in again” he pleads, hands despairingly grabbing at your hips. You feel obliged to give him what he wants.

You lift your hips, but his bliss in interrupted when he feels his dick pulling out of you. The way his nails dig into your flesh hurts, his desperate grip and scared, confused eyes softening your heart. You want to give him all he wants. Forever. He can take whatever he needs. You lie in front of him, propping yourself on your forearms to look at him through your open, inviting legs. He doesn’t know where to stare. Your pretty face and puppy-like eyes, or your pussy full on display to him, desperate.

He crawls to you like a madman, the sight making him forget what his original wish was. Hongjoong wastes no time getting on his stomach and burying his tongue in your soaked cunt, the fricition of the sheet against his dick prompting him to rut against them. You moan in surprise, the delicious wet feeling of his tonge pressing at your entrance making your toes curl.

"It tastes so much better like this" he says, his fingers toying with your pussy and spreading it wide for him "It tastes so much better when it's fucked"

You whimper at his words, at the way he rubs at your clit the way he has learned to. He’s inside you in one swift, desperate thrust, like he might die if he's not inside you. He feels like he might. Hongjoong gets back to his senses when you kiss him softly, as if bringing him down to earth. He's panting over you, a few loose strands of hair covering his pretty, glassy eyes. You caress his scalp, tugging a bit.

“You said you wanted to look at it”

He nods, like he just remembered. Both your eyes fall in between you two. Hongjoong parts your knees before his hands move to the back of your thighs. He pulls out slowly, mouth watering at the slick covering his cock. He waits until he can see the piercing pop up, the head is almost out when you protest.

“Put it back in”

You push your hips, and he wants to ruin you so badly. The head goes back in, the yet unfamiliar feeling of the metal dragging at your walls making your face twist in a way that has Hongjoong losing control and putting it all the way in. He presses as hard and deep as possible, bending your knees against your chest so hard you can feel them cramping. It draws a loud moan from you, almost like a yelp.

“Is that okay?” he asks, worried.

You make eye contact, and you say nothing else. Your arms come to hold onto the back of his neck, bringing him close to you, burying your heads in each other's necks.

“Deeper” you demand.

“It can’t go deeper”

“I want it” you almost cry. You know he’s right, you know that, and yet “Please?” you beg.

He can’t deny it. Even if you ask him the impossible, he’ll give it to you. He’ll find a way.

He lets his weight do the job, pushing your knees almost next to your ears. His hipbones dig onto your ass as he tries to push into you impossibly deep.

“Fucking... heaven” he breaks into a moan.

“Do I feel good?” you ask, out of your mind.

Hongjoong laughs, genuinely. He has lost his mind too. It’s the way you clench around him. The warmth, the tightness, your body against his, your voice echoing in his head. The moment his hips start dragging against yours he knows he's gone.

“I don’t want to cum” he says it like he’s stopping himself from doing so at that very moment, begging himself not to “I want to stay like this-- keep ah-- keep fucking you” he drags his hips against you, never letting himself pull out too much “Cum inside you” he pants “Over and over again. Forever”

Your moans have started to sound like cries. He had been right about doing this at a hotel. If it had been your apartment, or anywhere else, someone might have called the cops. You can feel how damp the sheets are underneath, you have made such a mess already. The sound gives it away: wet, loud, embarrassing. With Hongjoong never pulling away, the pressure never eases. His piercing digging into the perfect spot over and over again, you keep clenching around him.

”Fuck me” you cry “I need you to fuck me”

He hears you, and he obeys.

“I have to put out a bit for that” he apologizes against your ear.

“No!” you stupidly hold harder onto him.

“-'m sorry”

He parts from you, grabbing your arms and unlocking them from his neck with more ease than he expected. He presses both your wrists against the soft bed before gently asking you with a soft touch to lay on your stomach. You obey with a whimper, anticipation making your damp thighs tremble.

You prop your ass up, but with a gentle hand he presses down on your tailbone to where your clit graces the satin sheets. He exhales with a shaky breath, like he can’t believe he gets to do this finally. This is how he has always wanted to do it. All the times he had fantasized about bending you over and humping you like a dog were finally coming true. That’s all he is and deserves to be to you. A pathetic bitch you allow to fuck you, because you are so kind and sweet to him like this. His hands knead at the flesh of your ass with reverence, his mouth open and letting out quiet, barely audible whimpers. He pushes your cheeks apart, eyes set on the way your pussy comes into view, waiting for him to fill it up. Your lips part with some difficulty, the slick and precum making them stick together. Hongjoong thinks it looks so pretty, red and swollend and fucked like that.

Your hands fist into the sheets when he puts his whole length inside, the throaty whine he lets out earning another clenching around his hard cock. He watches it go in slowly, and realizing how much he's drooling he lets his spit fall to where your cunt is sucking his cock in with almost a mind of his own.

He presses his palms on the small of your back, hips bucking and dragging against your ass every time he pounds his cock deep inside you. He needs to close his eyes to not cum. The way you are moaning, the screams muffled by the pillows. The sound his hips make against your ass mixing with that of your leaking pussy getting abused over and over again. The way your hands are blindly reaching backwards, attempting to get a hold on him. It’s already doing too much.

“No” he groans, you feel his forehead press against your shoulder. His pace falters, but it never stops. The weight of his whole body on you and his cock buried deep inside you is making you drool onto the bed “I’m going to cum”

He’s apologetic, yet his hips never halt. He can’t control himself, not when you feel like this.

“Cum inside me”

“Don’t say that” he begs.

“I want it inside, please”

He cries into your ear, loud and pathetic. You are familiar with that sound by then, the way his body trembles and stiffens. You are not familiar with the warm feeling of hot threads of cum pressed deep inside your cunt, but you welcome it with a string of whimpers. You clench around him over and over again, ripping moans against your ear from him every single time as he unloads inside you.

“I’m sorry” he says, it breaks your heart.

"It's okay, it’s oaky” He feels you shift and start getting up, and he worries for a second while his mind is still cloudy. He gets to a sitting position, and when you feel him slipping out you desperately grab onto him, hands on his thigh “No, don’t get out!”

A bit lost and still riding his high, Hongjoong lets you handle him, lying on his back and with his head almost hanging from the edge. Truth is, you don’t care, and neither does he when he sees how you start riding him again without ever pulling out. His cock is too sensitive, the piercing definitely working his magic on him as well. It makes his hands pull at his hair as he watches your pretty ass grinding against him, his cum spilling from your cunt and onto the base of his cock with the most disgusting noises he’s ever heard. He watches you ride it with his mouth open, the overstimulation making his hands shake where they try to settle on your waist. You use his cock to fuck yourself on it, nails digging on the bedsheets as you frantically slam your ass against his hips. He lets you use him, his head hanging from the bed with an euphoric glint in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling, tears of pleasure dangling at the corners of his eyes. The bed shakes with the violent, hysterical way you fuck him until you cum, loud and shameful and so in love with him.

He finds strength to push himself up, kneeling behind you with his arms lazily embracing your waist as his head rests on your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses while you try to catch your breath.

“I love you” he mutters against your ear “please” he begs, not sure as to what for.

Whatever it is, you’ll give it to him.

“I love you too”

--

It still smelled of that strange air freshener that always made you a bit nauseous when mixed with Hongjoong’s signature cologne, and the seatbelt still felt sharp and uncomfortable on your neck. For some reason you had almost expected the car to have changed somehow, just like with Hongjoong. Sitting there with everything above the surface apparently as it was felt like playing pretend. You had expected for him to drive you into one of the usual shops around town you were already acquainted with, so when he had taken that turn into the highway you had started to get suspicious.

“Can’t get it done anywhere here” he had said “Has to be a real professional”

You had raised an eyebrow at him. He answered, or more like avoided most of your questions without taking his eyes out of the road for even a second. Hongjoong was surprisingly a good driver when he wanted to, but the way his eyes stayed glued straight ahead seemed to be more of an excuse to not look at you. However it might have just been the awkwardness between you two, a conversation to be had that you both were avoiding. Is not like you didn’t want to have it, in fact you had already had the conversation in your mind multiple times after he had texted you “wanna come get a piercing?” after two months of silence. In the end you had just sent “sure” and all the things you had planned to say you had left outside when you had closed the car door.

“Damn” you kicked an empty Monster can that pilled among other things at your feet on the passenger seat “What are you getting?”

“You’ll see. Well...” he trailed off, a soft chuckle as result of a joke you weren’t a part of yet “Not really, I guess”

“...okay?” You could tell without even asking. The eyebags under his eyes, his unkempt hair, the bitterness of the laugh that had just escaped his lips. He wasn’t over it. He wasn’t over her. After all, it had only been a week “You are not doing like, anything crazy, right?”

“Define crazy”

“I don’t know, like... I don’t want you to get something you’ll regret when you forget about her in a month”

“I don’t regret any of these" You had known Hongjoong ever since his skin had been bare, watching as ink left its mark in him one tattoo at a time. You could recollect every single one by memory, even those fans would never get to see. Her name fell from his lips after a brief silence, catching you off guard "That was her name”

“I know”

Of course you did. How could you not when she had been the last thing Hongjoong had talked about before it all went down. She had been a “miracle” as Hongjoong had called her, a meeting brought by fate at some event. You had seen her on his finsta stories, never in person. Embarrassingly, you had stalked her profile a few times like a complete masochist. You didn’t know much about her though, as Hongjoong seemed too busy to keep you updated on the relationship once she had agreed to go out with him. It had lasted about two months, which was within the usual window of time that it took Hongjoong’s relationships to end. It was always like this. Passionately fall for a girl, crash and burn, and then this: new addition to Hongjoong’s body. Well, this time there had been a slight change, but neither of you would bring it up.

“She was okay”

“I wouldn’t know” it pissed you off how you were supposed to be walking on eggshells around him, a little biting wouldn’t hurt him. You could tell it had though. Still, the car drive would be a nightmare if the mood got completely sour, so you decided to liven it up with a joke "Just don't get a full black sleeve or something like that just because your manager isn't here”

Hongjoong seemed to appreciate the breather.

“I know, don't worry. But it is... special”

There it was again, that lower register in his voice. You knew him all too well to understand that there was something that was troubling him. The idea of him doing something absurd for a girl he’d dated for two months pissed you off. That she could be that important while you were the backup friend he'd use when he needed someone to tag along. It made you feel worse that you had actually come to him.

“You sure you are not doing anything weird?”

“Can you stop worrying?”

“Well can you stop fucking around for a second?” Hongjoong looked out of his window, hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter, rings reflecting the sunlight. It didn’t feel good to snap at him, especially not when he was in a vulnerable state like that. But how long could you indulge him? How long could you silently forgive him? “Actually I have no idea why you asked me to come” Hongjoong didn’t look at you, his eyes glued to the asphalt and body stiff under your gaze. You sighed and looked out of the window, giving up “I guess time out is over”

The direct sunlight blinded you for a moment before you closed your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest as it rose up and down with a heavy sigh. Hongjoong eyed you through the corner of his eye, his tongue slowly wetting his lips as if getting ready to say something. Whatever it was it felt heavy on his chest.

“I need someone with me” he murmured loud enough for you to hear, a slight shakiness in his voice “Someone I trust”

You opened your eyes and turned to him, catching his a second before he set them back ahead. There was worry but also determination.

“Okay, you are really freaking me out now”

“I am making it sound worse than it is, trust me”

“Then why don’t you just tell me?”

“It’s... complicated. Listen, I just--” he shrugged, hands leaving the wheel for a second “I can’t ask anyone else. It has to be you”

Far from easing your worries, the bare rawness of his voice worried you even more.

“Okay, stop the car. You are acting crazy”

“I keep making it sound weird but it’s true, okay?” he cackled somehow genuinely at your reaction “And if we get there and you don’t want to hold my hand you can wait outside but...” his shoulders shook with a brief shrug, then a short pause “It’ll hurt less knowing you are there”

You hated how much his words affected you.

“You really are not going to tell me”

“I sort of, maybe... want to see the face you make when you find out”

You saw the smile tug at the corner of his lips, the first one you’d seen since getting in the car. The first one you’d seen in months that didn’t come from a picture with him and his ex on his instagram story.

“Oh... so you are fucking with me. Thank god, I was starting to get worried. Turns out you are just your usual asshole self”

“If it ain’t broken, don’t fix it”

You shook your head with a scoff “Idiot”

You felt his eyes on you, the silence still tense but somewhat lighter.

“Thank you for coming, though”

You bit your lip and your eyes wandered to the landscape across your window again.

“Had nothing better to do”

-

The tattoo shop was by far the most professional looking you had ever seen Hongjoong step into. The receptionist even smiled at the both of you as he saw you come in. You sat on the red velvet couch propped against the black wall, perfectly decorated with framed designs and art pieces in clean, minimalistic frames. Hongjoong walked towards you with the paperwork to sign in hand and sat next to you, closer than you had expected him to. You were still walking on eggshells around him, but he didn’t seem to be doing the same. He should have. He should be the one worried about making the wrong move, say the wrong thing, sit too close to you. And yet there he was, elbows propped on his knees that bruised against yours like it was okay to just do so. Like the last two months hadn’t happened. You both got taken into the room almost immediately where a man in his mid-thirties welcomed you two with a warm, formal smile The smell of sterilizer hit your nose almost as strongly as the white light had hurt your eyes. There was a black tattoo bed in the middle of the room where you assumed Hongjoong would sit, with two small stools resting nearby.

“We already went over all the details during your consultation and I trust you read the paperwork as well. I know you are familiar with all this but I just want to make sure you are ready”

“Yes sir, I am”

Whether it was anticipation or fear you couldn’t tell, but you knew him well enough to hear the nervousness behind the casualness of his voice.

“Okay! Get comfortable on the bed and pull down your underwear. You need to get erect for me to work the piece so I’ll give you guys a few minutes”

What?

You hadn’t said that aloud, and yet Hongjoong turned towards you like he had heard you. All color drained from his face as he saw the artist leave the room, the soft click of the door as it closed the last noise that room heard for a few seconds as you both stayed still.

“I did not think about that” Hongjoong finally said, pointing towards the door “Fuck, I should have told you earlier. I’m sorry” he passed both his hands through his hair, messy strands of freshly dyed black hair standing in all directions “This is fucking weird. I’m sorry, I--”

“What exactly is going on?”

“So... remember that idea I mentioned a year ago?” he asked hesitantly, forcing a smile

It took you a bit of effort to remember, and then your mouth fell open.

“You are out of your mind” your eyes unconsciously traveled down to his black sweats before you shut them tightly, attempting to compose yourself and ignore the heat creeping up your face “You brought me for this?”

“No! I didn’t-- shit, the plan was for you to just hold my hand” he held your gaze, and you saw the confidence leave him as his eyes moved somewhere else in the room as the reality of the situation seemed to hit him “Or you can wait outside, as I said--”

“What the fuck” you said, attempting to make sense of the situation. Of course. Only Hongjoong could get you both in a situation like this “Is that why you said I was the only one you could ask?”

“No, fuck. I’m sorry, seriously. I didn’t think of this. Shit” he laughed nervously “You can just leave and come back with him, close your eyes and all that” Hongjoong pondered for a moment, just how selfish he could get “Or you can just not come back. I just wanted you to hold my hand while it goes in but it’s okay, it’s stupid ”

No matter how amusing it had been seeing him panic in such a way, the sound of his voice, beaten and ashamed was not something you enjoyed. And yet.

“I should have known it was something crazy when you called me. I mean... after two months? You must have been desperate”

Hongjoong lowered his head, eyes fixed on his beaten black Converse. He blinked a few times and he pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep frown. He shifted his weight where he stood and you just waited.

“I’m sorry” he finally said, voice lower “I should have spoken to you”

You fell quiet, your soft smile and confidence disappearing.

“We already spoke about that”

“Not really. Not properly”

“It was nothing, Hongjoong”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you”

You sucked in your bottom lip, chest feeling tight.

“I said it was nothing”

You had said that. You both had.

Back in the same car you both had driven to the tattoo shop in. He had driven you home after one of your regular late night hang outs. Car drive, radio on and a “goodnight” that had stretched until early in the morning. You could still see him as he had been, head turned to you on the driver seat, smile wide as he laughed at something you couldn’t quite recall. The engine had been turned off a while ago when you both had realized the conversation would last longer than expected once again. That had been the night he had told you about the “miracle girl”, every detail he gave you about her making a bit more nauseous. There were years of practice to the way you could smile at Hongjoong as he spoke to you about other girls, but there was nothing you could do about the suffocating pressure of your chest whenever he did so. Your body had been turned to him, seatbelt unlocked, simply watching him under the dim light of a distant street lamp. It hurt every time you realized how much you loved him, and as you always did when the truth hit you, you became small and felt inadequate no matter what you said or did. You always tried to run away from him when that happened.

“I didn’t even have to ask for her number, she just gave it to me!”

“That’s bold” you matched his tone, hoping that would make lying easier. It usually did.

“Right? I don’t know. It was kind of hot”

“I bet. It’s your lucky day”

You wish you could have said the same thing. Your shift at work had been an absolute nightmare, the kind that made you want to lock yourself in the bathroom and angry cry for a few minutes. Your whole week had been like that, really. The only thing that had made it bearable was the plans you had made with Hongjoong on a rare spot where he was schedule-free, and now there you were: listening to him talk about how he had met the woman of his dreams that also happened to be really interested in him. You wished you could be an adult and be happy for him, but you were just a person, and the fact you couldn’t bring yourself to do so made you feel like a terrible one.

“You good?”

Hongjoong sounded worried, and when you finally rose your head to look at him he looked like it too. You hadn’t realized you had zoned out, lips wrapped around the straw of your empty drink and eyes fixed somewhere far away.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just tired”

Hongjoong shifted on his seat and fully turned to you.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Of course you couldn’t fool Hongjoong. He knew you too well. That’s why it scared you so much whenever your act slipped even if just a bit. He would know.

You forced a smile, your acting not as sharp under the scrutiny “I’m fine, sorry. I’m excited for you, really” you had said, with the type of casualness that took effort. He had stilled at that, as if you had said something wrong. You had noticed the look he’d give you sometimes when you did things like these, like he somehow knew something was wrong. His eyes would scan your face for something, and it worried you that one day he might find it. Maybe he had already. You felt the familiar overwhelming feeling creep up on you, and you knew you couldn’t bear it much longer “Is late and all we are doing is talking so...”

You were looking for a way to finish the sentence and excuse yourself when he interrupted. His voice was low and the words stuck together with a mix of heat and confidence.

“Got any other suggestions?”

The heat crept from your chest to your face so quickly you almost felt feverish. You let out a nervous giggle and Hongjoong’s lips stretched into a smile, his heavy lided eyes dragging from your avoiding eyes to your lips that were still toying with the straw. Hongjoong took the empty cup from your hands and dropped it somewhere at his feet. The sudden silence in the car had made your heart start racing, and you would have said another stupid thing to break the tension if he hadn’t leaned over and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, shut tight and a bit dry, nothing like you had imagined a hundred times before. His fingers buried themselves on your hair, stiff at first, then loosened when you hummed in satisfaction. He pulled away just enough to let you say something, and when you didn’t he kissed you again, tongue briefly draging along your lips. The sound of your mixed jaded breathing felt loud and obscene in the dead quiet of the car, and the idea that someone could pass by and see you through the windows worried you and excited you all the same. The idea that someone could see you kissing Hongjoong is one you had fantasized about for so long it felt ridiculous by then, and yet there he was, moaning against your lips and hand gently dragging up and down your knee before making its way upwards to your tigh. His thumb brushed along your jeans before he pulled away enough to whisper:

“This okay?”

His voice made you giddy, so close and low and hot against your mouth. You got to nod only once before a bright light blinded you, making you both wince and turn to it. It’s was his phone that vibrated against the holder with an incoming call. Her name was displayed in bold black letters against the white background. There was a few seconds in which you had to make a choice, and as usual the one you took was the easy one that would cause you the most pain. You just laughed.

“Calling at two in the morning? You better pick that up”

The muscles pulling at your smile ached, and the strain to keep your voice steady hurt your throat. You pulled away from Hongjoong, in more ways than one. He could feel it immediately. The coldness, the distance.

“I mean... it’s just--”

“It’s okay Hongjoong” you had already opened the door, body turned away from him and your leg already on the ground “I'm cool on you”

That had been the last time you both had seen each other. There had been some awkward texting trying to emulate a casual conversation for a few days before he told you he was dating that girl, and then the conversation had died until he had asked you to come get the piercing with him.

“I’m sorry” he repeated, a bit louder, shakier. He looked at you from barely a few feet away, but the distance between you two felt bigger and way colder “You can wait in the car if you want. I’ll take you home later. Or I can call you an uber and you can leave now”

You didn’t want to leave, and despite everything, you didn’t want things to be like this.

“Hongjoong, I’d do this for you any time, but...” you hestitated, and you understood why he couldn’t look at you as you found yourself avoiding his eyes too. It was shame, fear “Getting a new girlfriend and shutting me off for months only to ask me to come here and do this? Like you knew I’d come back to you like a lap dog?” you felt your jaw quiver, cutting your speech short “It doesn’t feel great”

“That wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to see you” Hongjoong scoffed “That’s kind of w...” Hongjoong trailed off and silence settled once again “I kept talking about you” he finally said “That’s why we broke up”

You stared at him, and to your surpise he was looking at you. You saw his pupils shake, but he didn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to.

“What a stupid reason” you whispered.

“Yeah”

Your arms unfolded and fell to your sides.

“Do you want me wait outside?”

A shrug.

“Do you want to leave?”

“I asked first”

“I asked second”

You both laughed softly, and for a moment it all felt like it’d all be alright. You pondered for a few seconds before you walked to the door and disappeared behind it. Hongjoong nodded, more to himself than to you.

“Fucking stupid” he muttered to himself as he pulled down his sweats, just as the door opened and you entered the room again “Shit! What--”

Hongjoong hurried to pull his pants up again, hitting the stools and making a crashing noise reverberate through the room as he fell forward on the bed. You would have laughed if you hand’t been fighting the dizziness that came with your eyes quickly snapping to the other side of the room. You had seen nothing, and you needed to keep telling yourself that so the heat wouldn’t turn your cheeks bright red.

“Sorry! I should have knocked. I asked him if he could give us a few more minutes”

“Wh--”

He looked completely lost and embarrassed as he straightened up. His hands were still tightly gripping the waistband of his pants as he saw you walk inside the room and towards him.

“You are all depressed now, there’s no way you are going to get hard so--”

“Wow, can you not say that?” he asked with almost a wince, his eyes closed tightly as if you were the one suddenly undressing in front of him with no warning.

You gave him a confused look.

“What? Get hard?” a crooked smile spread across your face as you saw the slight pink at the tip of his ears “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard worse things”

“Yeah, not from you. It feels... wrong”

“What happened to ‘it has to be you’” you mocked.

“I meant for you to hold my hand”

You pursed your lips, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“So you don’t need any help?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I sort of... thought that’s what you actually meant when you asked me if I wanted to stay”

You could see the gears turning in his head, painfully slowly.

“No! No, I’d never--” Hongjoong closed his mouth, then opened it again “I mean, not... never”

“Whatever, Hongjoong. I’m a woman. I’m your friend. It’s cool with me” you said, feigning aloofness “You can just... touch me or something, imagine I’m her or whoever. I don’t know”

Hongjoong stared at you for what felt like minutes before he spoke again.

“You are crazy”

“Actually, I am ‘the only one you could ask’”

“Stop it, I’m going to kill you” the threat was loud and genuine, but you could also see the way his eyes scanned your body in one swift look before falling silent again.

His eyes wandered around the room. You bit your lip, worried that this was it. Everything could break apart in an instant, the fate of your friendship at the tip of Hongjoong’s tongue.

“He’s going to charge you over time” you joked, trying to backtrack.

“Shut up”

Silence again.

“Hongjoong” you called for him in a soft voice, and he finally looked at you “I can leave, it’s okay. I’ll be on the other side when--”

“No” he instinctively took a step forward, as if you were going to walk away “It’s fine is just...”

You didn’t notice when Hongjoong had walked backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him as his hand still held your arm. He had sat down on the bed and as he rested his back against the back of it you knew he wouldn’t say anything else. There was no need for it. He let go of you and sat with his hands resting over his lap as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. He was looking at you, waiting for you to approach him. Under any circumstances you would have laughed, but you just crossed the distance and stood closer to him.

“Where did that big talk go?” he joked, the excitement and nervousness evident in his voice.

You panicked for a moment, the situation becoming real all too suddenly.

“Do you want to make out or...?”

“I don’t know what we are doing” he said and you laughed together “But it feels good”

“I haven’t even touched you yet”

“You are gonna touch me?” he said, halfway between a question and a plea.

You absentdmindedly reached for his hair, burying your fingers in the soft black locks while trying to ease your own heartbeat. The moment your fingertips had ran through the base of his scalp he stilled, a shiver running down his back. Hongjoong inhaled softly and deeply, eyes fluttering before fixating on your lips.

“Is that alright?”

Your voice was low, the question spoken like a secret. Hongjoong nodded lazily, face dangerously close to yours. 

“Feels good”

His voice dived an octave lower, which you took as an invitation to drag your nails a bit further through his scalp. Hongjoong shifted on his seat and he closed his eyes. You took in his features, still the same as you had remembered these last few months, and yet something had changed. Maybe it had been you.

“I missed you” you confessed with a shaky breath.

“Me too”

“Don’t do that again”

Your fingers grabbed onto his hair, softly pulling at the locks and earning a sharp inhale from him. Hongjoong opened his eyes, brown eyes piercing through yours, eyelids heavy.

“I won’t”

He brought his hand to your waist, taking a moment to gauge your reaction. You expected him to have reached higher, towards the thin lace of your bra. He could have felt the drumming of your heart against your chest, almost begging to be felt. Instead he drew his fingers across your waist, his hand hesitantly sneaking underneath your top and caressing your lower back. Goosebumps covered every inch of your skin, you were sure Hongjoong would be able to see it. His eyes darted around your body, seeing it stiffen as his fingers caressed further up your back with lazy moves. His head fell forward, almost resting against your shoulder, nested against your neck. You felt the hot fanning of a breathing against your neck, and Hongjoong saw your swallow before his eyes fluttered shut as he stirred on his seat. The motion made his nose bump against your neck, and your hand instinctively held his shoulder as if you thought he would fall, fingernails digging slightly into his skin when you felt the softeness of his lips brush against your ear for just a second. Then again, a bit bolder but hesitant chaste kiss to your neck with a soft noise.

You felt his shoulder muscles under his skin as he moved his arm, followed by the rustling of clothes. He struggled awkwardly for a few seconds in which his grip on your waist tightened. The side of his face felt burning hot against your neck, and you wondered if he was embarrassed.

“Do you need help?”

“No” he was lying “I’ve got it”

The hand on his shoulder ventured downwards, anticipation jolted through your body before you had time to feel ashamed of it. You felt the hard bits of the old band t-shirt Hongjoong wore, the name faded away and rough under your fingertips. You felt his chest rise up and still as your hand stayed there for a second, feeling the faint drumming of his fast heartbeat, before continuing your way down. The fanning of his breath against your neck stopped and his body froze when he felt you push his hand that was resting on his crotch to the side. His other hand that had been low on your back, pinky finger toying with the hem of your jeans stopped altogether. Saying he was half hard would have been an understatement. It felt hot as you palmed it softly over his sweats. A soft whine escaped his lips, so pathetic you felt it directly between your legs. You stilled for a moment, savoring and processing the sound of it. It must have been too long because with a hot sigh Hongjoong's hand rested on top of yours, squeezing himself with your hand in a silent, desperate and pathetic plea. You palmed him, a bit drunk on how desperate he felt, head limp on the crook of your neck, his body so hot you could feel it. His fingernails digged slightly on your lower back as he whined against your ear, holding onto you as if steadying himself. You could feel yourself getting wet. If this was the state you were both in by simply touching each other over clothes, just how much--

Hongjoong moaned against your neck when you passed your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. Of course he wasn't wearing underwear, it would be too uncomfortable after the piercing was done. His skin felt hot, sweat making it a bit sticky too. When you finally grabbed his cock his mouth opened in a silent moan. He was hard by now, heavy under your touch, gratefully twitching when you had started dragging your hand painfully slowly. He was dragging his tongue through your neck in open mouth kisses, lost in the way you pumped him slowly.

"Can I put it out?" you asked, sounding way hornier than you wanted him to know. He shook his head, but the way his hand gripped at the flesh of your waist told you the idea was somewhat to his liking "I want to see it"

He thrust himself into your hand, giving himself away almost like it had been an accident. He moaned weakly into your neck, and soon he found himself doing it again, and again, and again. The chair rocked slightly, the frantic screeching of its swaying filling the room and giving away the pathetic way Hongjoong was fucking himself into your hand, holding onto you for dear life. His hands gripped at your shoulders and waist, putting you at a very uncomfortable position, but the sound of his panting on your ears and the feeling of his now slick cock desperately thrusting onto your hand was too exhilarating for you to care. Then you heard his airy voice against the shell of your ear, loud and hot. It sent the most pleasant chills down your spine.

“You can tell him to come in”

You both could tell neither of you wanted to stop, but he knew he'd cum if he thrust into you even once more. You put your hand away, resting it against his chest to stabilize yourself. His clothes felt strangely warm, and the feeling of his fast heartbeat strangely flattering. You expected him to look away when you pulled away from him but he didn’t, his clouded eyes stuck to you like a madman. He fixated on the way your chest rose up and down, your exposed waist where he had lifted your top, the small wet patch on your neck where he had drooled. Your chest, where he seemed to regret not touching you. Your flushed face and hazy eyes staring down at him, mirroring his.

“Hurry, or I’ll finish” he moaned against your mouth.

You turned around and exited the room under Hongjoong’s burning gaze. It felt embarrassing to call for the artist in such a state, wondering if he'd know. When you entered the room your eyes stayed glued to the floor until you had been next to Hongjoong, his hand warm holding tightly onto yours. It felt so strange doing this after what had just happened. The metallic clanking behind you made you shiver and you tried not to think about what would be going down soon. Next to you, Hongjoong’s eyes were glued to the ceiling, the strong white light reflecting on his glassy blue eyes.

“It’ll be just a moment” his eyes fell onto you and despite the nervousness still evident in them, they softened “You are going to look so cool”

His grip on your hand tightened. It really was just a moment, but to Hongjoong it probably felt way longer than it had been. Your hand would hurt for a while after the way he had held onto it, but you wouldn’t tell him that. His jaw tensed as he held in a pained cry, and despite not being able to see what was going on, the implication made you wince. A single tear streamed down his cheek, softly wiped them away by you. His breathing seemed to steady as you heard the familiar sound of gloves being pulled out.

“All done. Bleeding for a few days will be normal, it’s nothing to worry about. Clean the wound twice a day, dry it gently, don’t touch the piece, the usual. No swimming. No oral or penetrative sex for a month" none of you said anything, but you both were obviously disappointed "Erections are okay but there might be some bleeding too... I think that’s it. I’ll let you fix yourself and I’ll be waiting outside, okay? See you in a minute, guys”

“Thanks” Hongjoong’s voice was raspy but he felt alright “Wait outside, I’ll be right there”

“Okay”

-

You had expected for Hongjoong to walk with a bit more difficulty than he did, but despite the slight hint of discomfort on his face there weren’t many tells. He might be able to hide it from the members after all. After Hongjoong had arranged for his follow up visit you both exited the place, the clear mid-day sky welcoming you despite the chill air. You expected things to get awkward, but it surprised you how much you both just seemed horny and frustrated.

“You hungry?” Hongjoong asked as he fished inside of his jacket for his car keys.

“I could go for a bite, yeah”

His hand grabbed onto the handle of the driver’s seat and you both sat down inside.

“Thank you. Really” he said.

“No need. And I am sorry”

Hongjoong frowned.

“Sorry for what?”

“For your girlfriend breaking up with you because of me”

His lips shaped into a crooked smile.

“Who said she’s the one who broke up?” You looked at each other for a moment before he leaned forward and he kissed you. It was soft, and slow. So slow that it was obvious it was far from innocent. His eyes trailed down your body with a sigh "What about we go back to your place, actually?"

You bit your lip and shook your head. Your thighs pressed together.

"Didn't you hear what he just said"

"He said no oral and no sex, on me" his eyes bored into yours, hungry "There are so many things I can do for you" his hand rested on your knee, lazily moving upwards "Please?" Your legs parted and his hand eagerly touched your through your jeans. Hongjoon let of a soft groan, even through the thick fabric he could feel the heat "How wet did you get?"

"It's your fault" you complained, aware of the way Hongjoong would soften up at your pouty demeanor from time to time.

"Is it?" he feigned innocently, his fingers uselessly pressing harder over your entrance through the jeans, as if your cunt was desperately calling out to him. It was nothing short of disgusting how horny you both were in plain daylight, parked on the street with people passing by "Should I fix it?"

-

You both tried to make the ride back to your apartment, but thirty minutes proved to be too much. Heat was blinding Hongjoong, eyes darting around like a crazy man, so impatient he'd hit the claxon at any car that took more than one second to floor it after the light turned green. He was trying hard not to touch you with his free hand, and you were busy ignoring how uncomfortably your panties stuck to your pussy. He had driven inside the parking lot of a mall, half empty, as you questioned him.

"I'm sorry" he had said, before finding the emptiest, most secluded part of it and parking against the wall "get in the back" he demanded, but there was desperation underneath it.

He winced like something hurt, and it was then you could see he was fully hard underneath his sweats. You wanted so badly to see the piercing. Touch it, suck around it, feel it deep inside. A moan escaped your mouth just thinking about it as you let yourself fall on the back seat, Hongjoong coming through the door and slamming it behind him. His hands went for your zipper right away, pulling at the waist of off your jeans with impatient hands. You stopped him.

"All the way?" you asked, your panic as strong as how feverishly horny you felt.

"No one will see" he said before he kissed you, mouth open and tongue dragging across it.

Hongjoon moaned at the difficulty he had when he tried to pull your pants down. He had become painfully aware of your plush thighs and pretty ass for a long time now. He had thought about humping you like a dog whenever he took notice of how well fitted your pants were, or when you'd sit down next to him in a playful minskirt. He didn't even think about fucking you, the simple idea of humping your ass, fully clothed and cumming in his boxers was enough for him. The jeans pilled in an awkward way at your ankles, but it was enough for Hongjoong to maneuver. He didn't waste time and pulled your panties to the side. Breath hitched on his throat when his fingers touched your pussy. You could see the blissful surprise in his eyes, locked on yours, before he had to look down to make sure he wasn't going crazy. He trailed his fingers across it, so wet they easily slid across it.

"Fuck" he said in a pained whine, like he couldn't believe his eyes. He closed them for a moment, trying to concentrate on the nasty, slick sounds that embarrassingly filled in the quiet of the car as his fingers spread your lips. It made his dick twitch painfully.

His eyes went back to yours again, as if asking you if this was real. You looked away, embarrassed. It drove him insane, your flushed face, shiny shy eyes and brows furrowed in shame. All while he felt his fingers wet and sticky against your cunt that seemed to be pleading for him to fuck you.

He didn't even try, his fingers seemed to slip inside your pussy with ease, getting sucked in in a way that had you both moaning into each other's mouths. He pulled them out, taking off the rings on his fingers and unceremoniously tossing them somewhere in the car. He put his fingers right back in as deep as he could, his other hand trying to push your knee as far away as the jeans at your feet allowed it. He groaned almost childishly, taking his fingers away again.

"Take the pants off"

He leaned forward to take your shoes off, but you stopped him again.

"What if someone sees"

"The windows are tinted"

It shouldn't have been enough to convince you, but it did the job. You let him take your shoes and jeans off, horny by just seeing how desperate he was to just finger you. He turned you slightly, your back now pressed against the car door, him sitting on the back seat with your pretty pussy in full display for him. Your back hurt, uncomfortable, but the way he was looking at you was worth it. You could see his fully hard dick pressing against his sweats and you knew it must hurt against the restrain. He pushed your knees apart, but you closed them. It almost made you feel bad, the way he looked at you like he had done something wrong. Before he had time to wonder if he had messed up, you said:

"Pull your pants down, friction is going to hurt you"

Hongjoong bit his lips, it did hurt.

"It's okay..." he started saying, until he saw how you pressed your legs together, hiding you from him. The simple act of losing sight of your leaking pussy for even a second seemed to do the trick, his hands quickly pulling the waistband of his sweats down and freeing his hard, red cock. You could faintly see the piercing, glistening faintly under the fluorescents of the parking lot. You pussy clenched around nothing, around the mere thought of fucking his pierced cock deep inside you.

"Do you like it?" he asked, a hint of shyness laced on his heated breath.

"When it gets better, can I fuck it?"

Hongjoong nodded slowly, as if taking in your request. He parted your legs, slightly pressing them against your chest, making you whimper at the nasty way he was eyeing you. With a whimper he went back to trace his fingers across your pussy, tantalizingly slow for someone who was so desperate to be knuckles deep inside you seconds ago.

"I want to spit on it but you don't need it"

You understood then why he had fallen so quiet, why he was toying with your entrance. He was savoring the sound of it. The slick, faint and nasty sound your pussy made whenever he graced his fingers across it. You pushed your hips, almost begging him, and he obeyed. His fingers slid right inside again, this time perfectly going all the way in until his knuckes pressed against the entrance. How he wished he could put more in, fuck you like a pathetic bitch in heat in the back of his car. The way you moaned brought him back to reality. You clenched around him, and he worried he might cum. Slowly he pulled his fingers out, savoring the slick coat of arousal around your fingers before pushing them back in. They filled you up again, your hips moving on their own again. He pumped them inside you slowly, lost in the small pants that left your mouth, your eyes glued to the way his hand got sucked inside your cunt over and over again. His thumb started to press at your clit whenever his fingers went all the way in, and the loud moans you were trying to suppress turned into pathetic cries whenever it did. The cries, the exposure, your hot pussy, the filthy sounds. He was going to cum. He needed to compose himself.

He pulled his fingers out, and you let out a whimper that sounded like a question. He dragged your legs towards him, until he had your back arching across the back seat. His hands grabbed at the neck of your tank top, pulling it down unceremoniously to expose your tits to him. The way he seemed so desperate to do so got you clenching around nothing. His hands moved to them, palming them with a satisfied groan, brows furrowed as he took the whole sight in. You, sprawled in the back seat of his car, chest exposed and your legs open just for him to see and touch, thighs wet with your own arousal. His hands dragged down, nails scratching at your stomach and thighs on their way back to hold the back of your knees against your chest.

"I want to fuck you" he said, as if it were a confession "I've always wanted to fuck you"

Maybe it had been a confession, an apology he felt he'd owe you soon. He winced, and you thought the piercing might hurt, but you understood once you saw and felt him cum on you and the leather seat. A thin string connected his cock to the cum that now covered your gaping pussy. It felt hot, but not as hot as the sight in front of you: Hongjoong hunched forward, head down in shame and panting slightly.

"I'm sorry" he breathed out, an you could tell he was embarrassed.

He heard you groan lowly, and for a second he worried he really had ruined everything, until you said:

"You are so hot"

His head shot up when he felt you grabbing his wrist, coating his fingers on his own cum before moving your hips to fuck yourself onto his hand. Hongjoong moaned loudly in surprise, which startled him so much that he turned around to make sure no one had heard. He brought his attention back to you quickly, not wanting to miss a single second of what was going on inside his car. Neither did you. The sight of his shiny eyes, fucked-out expression and parted lips making you squeeze his pretty fingers, dragging another whine from him.

"You are fucking me so well" you said, speaking for the first time. You voice was strained, dry "Can't you feel how much I love it?"

You clenched around him on purpose, and the way his face twisted anyone might think he was severely hurt.

"Does it feel good?" he breathed "Do my fingers feel good? Tell me they feel good"

His desperation made you clench again "It feels so fucking good, can't you hear it?"

He could hear it, that filthy sound now exacerbated by his cum getting pushed in and out of your cunt. He was getting hard again, watching you hold onto his hand and thrust into it, using it to abuse your own pussy with such a pleased, eager expression.

"You are so pretty. You have such a pretty pussy" the words left his mouth like a lost thought. He wasn't really thinking anymore.

"I want you to fuck it"

"Shut up" he groaned.

Hongjoon leaned in and kissed you, the drool that had formed at the sight of you now falling down your chin in a clash of teeth and tongue. He pressed his tongue against yours, forcing it deep inside your mouth just as he buried his fingers deep, deep inside you. The moan that rose from your throat choked on his tongue. He pulled it out of your mouth it with a nasty sound, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. Just by the way he looked, you knew he was hard again.

"I'm going to fuck you so good. I promise you"

He pulled his fingers back again, and proceeded to finger you at a speed that made it clear he was trying to get you to cum before he did again, and he was close.

"You sound so fucking good"

He patted at his sweats with his free hands, hand looking for something like a desperate puppy. He finally found it: his phone. When you realized what he was doing, both embarrassment and heat spread through your lower belly, making you whine in a way that made Hongjoong's hand shake, but his pace never faltered. He had opened the recording app and placed it close to your pussy, making sure every filthy little sound was saved for later.

You came with a loud cry, and Hongjoong savored every small clench, every small wet sound that came from your orgasm as he moaned himself, painfully hard and wishing he could use you like a fleshlight. He rode out your orgasm by recording every sound, fingers going inside and out, stretching you out and dragging them across your cunt to record as much as possible. When he was done, he pulled them out, and sat with a deep sigh, placing his hard cock insde his sweats with a wince. He took a look at you, then leaned forward and kissed you softly on the lips. It was soft, careful, like the first one you had shared in that same car. You were both riding the high, and you felt blissful enough to do him the favour of cleaning his fingers by bringing them to your mouth, tongue dragging across them in small licks.

"You are awful" Hongjoong said, voice strained and eyes going dark again.

It made you chuckle, and baring your teeth you bit them playfully before placing a chaste kiss on them.

He pulled your top back up, and helped you sit comfortably after lying in such a straining position for so long. The truth was, if he let you stay in that position for longer, he might be tempted to bury his fingers deep inside you again. God, he already missed the feeling of your pussy around them. He looked around to make sure there was no one around.

"You good?" he asked, lips pressed against your cheek in a soft kiss.

You humed in response.

"I'm sorry about your car" you said, guiding Hongjoong eyes to the part of the back seat between you two that was covered in cum. Hongjoong's chest rose and fell with a deep sigh.

"It's my fault. I was too impatient"

"How are you going to survive a whole month?"

Something flashed in Hongjoong's eyes. Something soft and unguarded.

"I think I'll manage, if you help me out"

You bit your lip. It was obvious he was still incredibly horny. So were you.

"Do you think you'll last until we reach my apartment?" you didn't miss the way Hongjoong's eyebrows rose, eyes shining, then it disappeared after he took a quick glance at the time on his phone.

"I have to go back to the dorm..."

You playfully shrugged.

"You could be very quiet" you whispered into his lips before kissing them so softly it made his dick twitch.

"I can't be, you just saw" he retorted, but you could tell he only needed a little push.

"It's easy if your mouth is busy" you kissed his neck, tongue dragging swiftly through te spot "Buried under my pretty pussy"

Song Mingi has always been known to be the sexy, charming, deep-voiced tall rapper from ATEEZ — blessed with a plateable ass, thick thighs, and a nose bridge higher than any mountain’s peak. And well… he is also your boyfriend.

It was just like any other day, except that Mingi’s latest dance challenge video had been looping in the back of your mind for the past six hours. The way his ripped jeans clung to his thighs, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, damn him for posting that right before your shift. The apartment was quiet when you unlocked the door, and the absence of his usual booming laughter or off-key singing made it clear he wasn’t home yet. You kicked off your shoes, tossing your bag onto the couch with a sigh.

The fridge hummed softly as you grabbed a water bottle, leaning against the counter while scrolling through your phone absentmindedly. Your thumb hovered over the video again, you’d watched it at least fifteen times already. The comment section was a warzone of thirst, half the replies just keyboard smashes, the other half poetic odes to the way the studio lights caught the sweat glistening on his exposed thighs. You knew those thighs intimately, the way they flexed when he lifted you against the wall, the warmth of them under your palms when he pulled you into his lap, but seeing them on display like this, shredded denim barely holding together, made your teeth sink into your bottom lip all over again.

You flopped onto the couch face-first, muffling a groan into the cushions. Sleep. You needed sleep. The couch smelled faintly of Mingi’s cologne, something warm and woody that lingered in the fabric no matter how many times you washed the throw pillows. It didn’t help. Neither did squeezing your eyes shut, because all you saw were those damn thighs, the way the material had torn just slightly at the seams when he—

Your phone buzzed on the coffee table. You didn’t need to look to know it was probably another Instagram notification about the video. The universe was mocking you.

With a huff, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling fan, its lazy rotation doing nothing to cool the heat prickling under your skin. This was ridiculous. Embarrassing, even. You’d seen him shirtless a thousand times, hell, you’d peeled that shirt off him yourself last night, but there was something about the way he moved in that video that refused to leave your head.

You pressed your lips together, shifting against the cushions as the heat in your body refused to settle and the faint trace of his cologne still lingering like a tease. It was too much.

Your hand reached for the nearest cushion, fingers digging into the soft fabric, pulling it closer and pressing it between your thighs, rocking against it slowly at first, seeking some kind of relief. The pressure felt good, grounding yet frustrating all at once. Your breath hitched as you moved a little faster, eyes closed, imagining it was something, someone else entirely. In your mind, it wasn’t the soft fabric anymore, it was Mingi’s thigh. Firm, warm, the smooth skin stretched over muscle, those long legs you couldn’t stop picturing.

The rhythmic drag of your hips against the cushion had you teetering on the edge, breaths coming in shallow pants when the front door clicked open. You didn’t hear it, too lost in the pulse between your legs, the way your thighs trembled as you chased that sweet, sharp release. Mingi’s voice cut through the haze like a blade, rough and amused. "Baby, I’m hom—" His words stuttered to a halt as he took in the scene: you, flushed and breathless, thighs clamped tight around the cushion, hips still subtly rocking as the realization slammed into you.

Mingi’s gym bag hit the floor with a thud, his eyebrows shot up, lips parting in a slow, wicked grin as his gaze dragged over you, the flush on your face, the way your thighs were still clenched desperately around the cushion. "Well," he drawled, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel. "This is a fucking welcome."

He thudded against the hardwood as he stalked toward you, each step deliberate, predatory. You didn’t move, couldn’t, really, your body locked in place under the weight of his stare. Mingi crouched in front of the couch, his knees cracking audibly, and you caught the sharp scent of his sweat mingling with that damn cologne. His thumb hooked under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "Been thinking about me, huh?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that always made your stomach flip.

His thumb slid down from your chin, dragging lazily along your bottom lip before tugging it free from between your teeth. Mingi’s grin widened as his other hand settled on your knee, warm and heavy, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse jump. "You didn’t even wait for me," he teased, voice dropping lower as his grip tightened. "Didn’t even fucking text."

"I—" you started, but his laugh cut you off, low and rough, vibrating through the space between you like a physical touch.

"Let me guess," he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel his breath against your lips, warm and tinged with the mint gum he always chewed after practice. "You watched the video." His free hand slid up your thigh, fingers tracing the seam of your sweatpants where they bunched around your hips. "How many times, baby?"

The heat in your cheeks burned hotter, and you tried to squirm away, but Mingi’s grip was iron. "Fifteen…," you mumbled, and his grin turned feral, eyes darkening as he exhaled sharply through his nose.

The number hung between you like a confession, and Mingi’s grin widened until his teeth glinted in the low light. "Fifteen," he repeated, voice husky with something between disbelief and raw satisfaction. His fingers curled around your thigh, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt through you. "Fuck, you’re greedy." His thumb swiped over your lower lip again, this time pressing down just enough to make you open for him, and the groan that rumbled out of his chest was filthy. "Could’ve called me. I would’ve come home sooner."

The words died in your throat as Mingi’s thumb pressed harder against your lip, his other hand sliding up your thigh with deliberate slowness. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dropping into that rough, honeyed tone that always unraveled you. "All worked up over a fucking video." His grin was all teeth, predatory and pleased, as he hooked a finger under the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to expose the flushed skin of your hips.

The whimper that escaped you was embarrassingly high-pitched when Mingi’s fingers finally—finally—dipped beneath the damp fabric of your panties. His calloused fingertips dragged through the slick heat between your thighs, and your hips jerked off the couch instinctively. Mingi’s chuckle was dark, curling around you like smoke as he pressed you back into the cushions with his free hand, his breath hot against your neck as he dragged his fingers through your folds, slow and deliberate. “You’re fucking soaked.”

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you gasping at the loss, your thighs trembling with the effort not to chase his touch. Mingi leaned back on his heels, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips as he wiped his fingers on his sweatpants with deliberate slowness. "Nuh-uh," he tutted, tilting his head like he was scolding a misbehaving puppy. "You didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?"

Mingi’s hands gripped your hips with sudden hunger, fingers digging into your skin as he effortlessly lifted you off the couch. The room spun for a second, your breath catching in your throat. In one fluid motion, he yanked your sweatpants down your thighs, then hooked his fingers into your underwear. With a low, impatient growl and a sharp rip, the delicate fabric tore apart under his strength. He tossed the ruined panties aside without a second glance.

He pulled you forward, settling you directly onto his thick thigh. Mingi leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs wider to give you full access, his smirk dark and dripping with satisfaction.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips as the solid heat of his muscle pressed right against your bare, dripping core. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged deliciously against your sensitive skin. Fingers scrambling for purchase on his broad chest, you rolled your hips experimentally, and a low, rumbling groan escaped him.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice velvet-rough. One large hand slid up your spine and tangled firmly in your hair, tugging just enough to arch your back. “Use me, baby. Ride my thigh like you’ve been fantasizing about.”

His fingers tightened in your hair, tilting your head back until you were forced to meet his gaze, dark, amused, utterly in control. "You wanted this," Mingi murmured. "So fucking bad you couldn’t even wait for me." His grin was lazy, predatory, as he spread his thighs wider beneath you, the rough fabric of his sweatpants dragging against your bare skin.

His other hand slid down your spine and gripped your ass, pressing you harder against his thigh. The rough fabric of his sweatpants dragged perfectly over your clit with every desperate roll of your hips. “Look at you,” he groaned softly, lips brushing your throat. “Soaking my thigh like a needy little thing.”

You whimpered, grinding down faster, but it still wasn’t enough. Mingi chuckled darkly at your frustration. “Can’t get there on your own, baby?” His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm, slick circles that made your back arch sharply. The added pressure was devastating. Your moans grew louder, thighs trembling around his as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “That’s it,” he whispered hotly against your neck. “Come for me. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The orgasm hit you like lightning. A broken cry tore from your throat as intense waves crashed over you, your body shaking uncontrollably on his thigh. Mingi kept his fingers moving, drawing out every pulse until you were whimpering, oversensitive, and completely spent against his chest.

"Fuck—" The words broke from your lips in a desperate gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders as aftershocks ripped through you. His fingers refused to stop, relentlessly circling your oversensitive clit in tight, merciless strokes that made your hips jerk uncontrollably. “Too much— Mingi, stop—”

Before you could catch your breath, he slipped his hands beneath your waist and lifted you as though you weighed nothing. Your knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of him as he yanked you forward, forcing you to straddle his face.

“Mingi—!” Your surprised cry melted into a broken moan the moment his tongue dragged a slow, filthy stripe up your dripping folds. His strong hands clamped down on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as his low, smug laugh vibrated straight against your core.

“Stay still,” he growled against your soaked skin, before his mouth sealed over you completely. His tongue worked you with devastating precision, broad, wet strokes followed by teasing flicks, his nose pressing perfectly against your swollen clit with every movement. The new angle was overwhelming, deeper, more intense. Every lick and suck pulled fresh whimpers from your throat as you trembled above him, fingers tangled desperately in his hair.

You whimpered, thighs trembling violently around his head as Mingi devoured you with relentless precision. His tongue moved in lazy, sinful circles before flicking sharply over your swollen clit, each stroke pulling desperate, broken sounds from your throat. His thumbs pressed hard into the soft flesh of your hips, the dull sting only feeding the fire building inside you.

“Fuck—Mingi—I can’t—” The plea came out shattered, your fingers fisting tighter in his hair as your knees shook.

Mingi only hummed deeply against your soaked core, the vibration ripping through you like electricity. He pulled back just enough to look up at you, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark with hunger. “You can,” he said, voice low and commanding. “And you will. Give me one more.”

Then, his mouth was on you again, tongue pressing deep, then curling, sucking, devouring. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room as he held you down, forcing you to take every second of it. Your second orgasm hit harder than the first, slamming into you without mercy. A raw cry tore from your throat as your body convulsed, thighs clamping around his head while pleasure tore through every nerve.

Mingi’s arms encircled you the moment your trembling legs gave out, hauling you down onto his lap. The couch groaned under your combined weight as he pulled you flush against his chest, his breath still hot, his lips still glistening with the taste of you. His laughter rumbled through you, warm, smug, unbearably satisfied as you sagged against him, boneless and spent.

The hard, insistent press of his cock against your thigh made you whimper. You were still shaking, barely recovered, when Mingi tangled his fingers in your hair and yanked your head back. His mouth crashed into yours in a messy, demanding kiss, all teeth, tongue, and raw need. He tasted like you, and he kissed you like he was starving.

You clutched at his shoulders as his free hand slid down your spine, gripping your ass and grinding you against the thick bulge in his sweatpants. The rough fabric dragged against your sensitive, bare skin with every roll of his hips. He broke the kiss with a sharp nip to your bottom lip, pulling back just enough to smirk at your dazed expression.

“Still with me, baby?” he murmured, thumb brushing tenderly over your cheekbone even as his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

Your reply came out as a whine, half-muffled. "Mmm'still here," you slurred, your eyelids fluttering like you were fighting off sleep. Your limbs felt heavy, boneless, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure. Mingi’s chuckle vibrated against your cheek, his fingers tracing idle patterns along your spine.

"Good," Mingi growled against your temple, his grip tightening possessively around your waist as he shifted beneath you. His voice dropped into that rough, honeyed register that never failed to send shivers down your spine. "Cause I’m not fucking done with you yet."

His arms tightened around your waist. In one smooth, powerful motion, he stood up from the couch, lifting you effortlessly with him. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips as he held you flush against his chest, your bare core pressed firmly against the hard line of his cock straining through his sweatpants.

Mingi didn’t head for the bedroom.

Instead, he turned toward the bathroom, carrying you down the hallway with long, confident strides. Each step made his hardness grind against your soaked, sensitive pussy, drawing soft whimpers from your throat.

You buried your face in his neck, still dazed. “Min… where are we—”

He cut you off with a low chuckle, nipping sharply at your earlobe as he kicked the bathroom door open with his foot. The loud thud echoed off the tiles as he carried you inside. The lights flickered on automatically, bathing the room in a warm glow just as your back met the cool marble counter.

Mingi crowded you against it instantly, the edge biting into your hips. His hands were impatient, one yanking at the hem of the oversized shirt you’d stolen from his drawer that morning. With a sharp rip, the fabric tore at the collar. He tossed the ruined shirt aside without hesitation, his other hand already stripping off his own top.

His pupils were blown wide, dark desire swallowing the warm brown of his eyes as he drank in the sight of your fully bare body pressed against the sink. His gaze then flicked downward to his own thigh, to the glossy, slick sheen you had left on the dark fabric of his sweatpants, and his grin turned feral.

“Well, damn,” Mingi murmured, voice thick with amusement as his fingers traced the wet spot you’d made. “You really ruined my favorite sweatpants, baby.”

His laugh was low and husky, sending heat curling low in your belly. Without breaking eye contact, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and shoved the sweatpants down his hips with deliberate slowness. The fabric caught briefly on his hard cock before dropping to his ankles. He kicked them aside carelessly and stepped closer, pressing the burning heat of his bare thighs against your spread legs.

His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he pressed your back against the shower tiles. The cold marble made you gasp at first, but it quickly warmed under the rising steam and the heat of your bodies. Your arms locked around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet hair as he pinned you to the wall with his hips.

The hot spray hit your back a second later, making you moan into his mouth. Mingi swallowed the sound greedily, kissing you deep and messy, his tongue sliding against yours in slow, filthy strokes that left your legs trembling around his waist as he reached between your bodies, lining himself up, and pushed inside you in one smooth, brutal thrust.

The moment his thick cock slid deep, the breath was punched straight out of your lungs. There was no teasing, no slow buildup, just the overwhelming stretch of him filling you completely. Your head fell back against the tiles with a thud as he slammed his hips forward, the force hard enough to make the wall rattle, the steam clinging to your skin as Mingi’s hands gripped your thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “Fucking hell,” he growled, the word rough against your throat as he pulled back just enough to snap his hips forward again, the angle sharp enough to make your toes curl.

Hot water cascaded over both of you while Mingi fucked you against the wall. One hand slid up to tangle roughly in your hair, yanking your head back so he could scrape his teeth down your exposed throat. “You take me so fucking good,” he rasped, hips snapping up into you relentlessly. “Always so tight for me.”

He adjusted his grip, lifting you a little higher against the tiles. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust. Your nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red lines he only groaned at approvingly. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed loudly, mixing with the roar of the shower and your broken moans.

Mingi’s rhythm was merciless now. Deep, hard strokes that had the shower tiles shaking behind you. Water streamed down his back and over your joined bodies, making everything slick and slippery as he drove into you.

“Shit— Min—” you sobbed, clinging to him as pleasure bordered on overwhelming. “Yeah?” he panted against your neck, voice wrecked. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”

He shifted one hand under your ass, the other bracing against the tile beside your head as he fucked you even harder. His lips found yours again in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing every moan while his cock dragged along your walls with devastating precision.

Your thighs started trembling around his waist, that familiar coil tightening rapidly in your core. Mingi felt it, the way you clenched around him, and let out a low, filthy groan. “You close again?” he growled, teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Come on, then. Come on my cock like a good girl.” His pace turned punishing, hips slamming into you relentlessly as steam swirled thickly around you. The pressure built unbearably fast until it shattered.

You came hard with a sharp, broken scream of his name, your walls pulsing tightly around him. Mingi cursed loudly, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it with short, erratic thrusts. With a deep, guttural groan, he slammed into you one final time and came, spilling deep inside you while holding you pinned against the shower wall.

Your body went completely limp against his chest, forehead pressed to his collarbone as you gasped for air. The hot water had turned your skin pink, thick steam swirling around you both. Mingi’s arms stayed locked around you, strong and steady, keeping you upright while his breathing slowly evened out against your temple.

“Fuck…” he muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. His lips brushed your damp hair. “You good, baby?”

You gave a weak nod, fingers still trembling where they clutched his shoulders. Mingi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. He pressed a kiss to your temple, thumbs tracing lazy circles on your hips.“Liar,” he murmured, amused. “I can still feel you twitching around me.”

For a long moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the steady roar of the shower. Mingi trailed soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder, still buried deep inside you as he held you close.

Eventually the water turned lukewarm against your back. He reached behind you and shut it off, the sudden silence filled only by dripping water. His nose brushed your temple as he inhaled deeply, arms still locked around you like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“Should take you to bed,” he murmured, voice low and rough, but he made no move to pull out yet.

Your eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion. Mingi finally wrapped a warm towel around your shoulders, drying you with surprisingly gentle hands before sliding an arm under your knees. He lifted you effortlessly against his chest.

The movement jolted you for a second. You caught a glimpse of his sharp jaw and wet lashes before your head lolled against his shoulder.

Mingi chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he carried you out of the bathroom. “Knew you’d crash,” he whispered, smug and fond, pressing a kiss to your damp hair while his bare feet padded down the hallway.

The bedroom door creaked softly as Mingi nudged it open with his hip, carrying you like you were something precious. He lowered you onto the bed with careful hands, letting your body sink into the familiar sheets. The comforter was warm as he drew it over your bare shoulders, tucking it gently around you.

The mattress dipped as he climbed in behind you. Without hesitation, he pulled you back against his chest, wrapping you up in his arms. His lips brushed the nape of your neck in a slow, tender kiss, a quiet contrast to the way he’d taken you earlier.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispered against the nape of your neck, voice low and warm. His fingers continued tracing slow, soothing patterns over your hip, grounding you in his embrace.

You hummed softly, already drifting as exhaustion pulled you under. Mingi pressed one last gentle kiss to your temple, then settled behind you, pulling you closer until your back was flush against his chest.