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shinojamko · 2 years ago

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PAIRING | 00 line x reader ft. mark

SYNOPSIS | during movie night, haechan can't seem to keep his hands to himself, which quickly draws the attention of the others, and don't they deserve you too? mark just wishes he could be there :(

or in which 00 line shares you and flaunts it to mark

WC | 6.5k

GENRE | idol!verse, smut w small plot

WARNINGS | pure filth, cursing, light slapping, blood (just a bitten lip), mxm interactions, oral fem and male receiving, choking, filming, i'm pushing the whiny sub!jeno agenda, major dom energy from haechan. it's literally a fivesome, so...

AUTHOR | sam <3

A.N | after two full days of writing, enjoy. as always, please send feedback <3

It was always the same fight.

“Can we please just put on a movie” Jaemin groans, balling his hands into fists and furiously rubbing his eyes.

Haechan glares at you from his spot on the floor, “I’m not watching a movie called Flowers Bloom. What kind of chick flick is that???” he shifts his gaze over to Renjun, “I’m so disappointed in you bro.”

Renjun wiggles in his spot on the recliner and rolls his eyes, “Whatever, I’m not watching your robotic sci-fi crap. It’s repetitive.”

“You know what?” Haechan starts, pushing himself off the floor and moving to stand in front of Renjun, jabbing his finger in the boy’s face.

The bickering continues, Haechan swearing up and down that he will not, under any circumstance watch the romance movie that you and Renjun wanted too. Jeno backs him up every now and then, reiterating the fact that their movie is rated 100 percent on rotten tomatoes when you and Renjuns was only rated a whopping 68.

Jaemin sits on the floor, his back pressed up against the loveseat, and watches the four of you go back and forth. “QUIET!” he yells, startling everyone into complete silence, “I’ll break the goddamn tie.”

“That’s fair.” Jeno pipes up from his spot on the love seat.

Jaemin gets up and grabs each CD case, putting them behind his back to shuffle them around, free of any prying eyes.

“If you don’t pick ours, I’m stuffing your pillowcase with soggy toilet paper.” Haechan deadpans.

You send him a sneer to which he sticks out his tongue. You lunge for him, ready to yank the muscle directly out of his mouth, but he dances away from you before you can.

“Quit it!” Jaemin sighs, “Whichever movie I pull out from behind my back is the movie we’re watching. No exceptions.”

With all four of you leaning forward, silently praying it’s the movie you each want, you wait. Jaemin slowly retrieves the case from his left hand and puts it up in the air for everybody to see.

“HA! Fuck you Y/N!” Haechan squeals, beaming with happiness as Jaemin produces the sci-fi movie. You groan and Renjun sighs defeatedly, but nonetheless, the tie was broke.

“Fine,” you pout, “But you have to go make me popcorn.”

Haechan turns to you with a wild expression, “Popcorn? Get up and make it yourself you lazy bum.”

Without thinking, you lunge for him, grabbing his shoulder and reaching up to snatch his ear with your other hand. He shrieks, wailing about how you need to preserve his precious face because its ‘how he makes a living’.

“Go. Make. Me. Popcorn. You little freak.” You seethe between gritted teeth.

Jaemin looks like he wants to say something about the two of you fighting, but it was common knowledge that nothing was going to stop you once you got your hands on each other.

“Oh my God fine! Just let go of my ear please!” With a final squeeze, you let him go and watch him rub his now bright red ear, cradling it in his hands and whimpering on about how he hopes he can still hear.

Jaemin repeatedly gave you lectures about how violence wasn’t the answer, but Haechan seemed to do what he was told when you had him in your grasp, so you didn’t really pay much attention to what the older boy tried to instill in you. And just like you thought, Haechan walks into the kitchen without another word to pop your popcorn.

“You guys shouldn’t be so mean to each other.”

“Shut up Jaemin, or you’re next”

After Haechan successfully burnt the first bag of popcorn, which clouded the entire apartment in smoke, and even set off the alarm (which Jeno repeatedly smacked with a kitchen ladle until it stopped shrieking), you ended up making your own popcorn.

“You suck at cooking.”

He shrugs his shoulders and gestures for you to walk in front of him, back into the living room, “I told you to do it yourself. This was just the consequence.”

You couldn’t argue with him on that one, so you just hurriedly stomp to the couch and take a seat, making sure to snatch the blanket away from him before he could grab it. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead taking a seat next to you and immediately plunging his hand into your bowl of popcorn and taking a heaping handful.

“Fuck off!” you huff, snatching the bowl away from his greedy fingers and placing it on the other side of you. He does nothing but smirk and crunch away.

“Shut up.” Jeno deadpans, “The movie is starting.”

Sure enough, the opening scene blooms onto the flat screen tv, so you settle back and prepare yourself for the movie you definitely didn’t care to see.

Someone turns off the light, though you don’t know who because you’re more distracted by how close Haechan is too you. Somehow, his leg has ended up crushed against yours, the hem of his shorts rolled up to reveal his bare thigh.

You move the popcorn bowl from where it sat beside you so you could attempt to scoot over to the end of the couch, but Haechan takes this as an opportunity to snatch the blanket and shuffle under it. Now you were trapped between him and the arm of the couch. There was nowhere to run too. All the other chairs were taken.

Renjun was comfortably curled up in the recliner and Jeno had his legs spread-eagle with Jaemin’s head in his lap, both of them taking up the whole loveseat; and while the image wanted to make you laugh, you also felt like screaming because you swear Lee Haechan just touched your thigh.

You audibly gasp at the sensation, thankful that the suspenseful movie music reached an all-time high and drowned out your noise. He doesn’t seem to notice it, thank God, but you can still feel the burning of his fingers brushing the bare skin of your upper thigh.

Did he do that on purpose? Surely, he hadn’t. You glance over and see him fiddling with a loose thread on the end of the blanket. His long, slender fingers toy with the excess fabric, wrapping it around them over and over again.

He had really pretty hands, nimble, quick fingers that would look so perfect slotted between your thi-

Woah.

You really needed to calm down your thoughts. You had no attraction to the boy sitting next to you, it had just been a long time since someone had touched you there. Wasn’t his fault he accidentally hit a sweet spot. Right?

Just as you settle back, recaptured into the strange plot of the movie, he does it again, and this time, you knew it was on purpose.

His right hand slipped underneath the blanket and grabbed your thigh, making you jump in your seat. Your face begins to grow hot as you look around and pray nobody noticed. Jeno, however, did, and is pointedly staring daggers at you and Haechan.

Clenching your jaw, you focus your attention back to the movie and try to forget about Jeno’s gaze and Haechans hand wrapped around your upper thigh. It’s working for a minute until Haechan begins to knead the inside of your thigh. Squeezing the supple skin, massaging it.

You should tell him to stop. That this wasn’t what friends did, especially ones that fought all the time, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had thought about him this way before.

Sometimes when he got out of the shower and only had a towel wrapped around himself, you caught a glimpse of his back muscles flexing, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had to change panties that day. Admittedly, you were hot for Haechan, which is why you bickered with him all the time.

So, you didn’t stop him.

Instead, you pretended that nothing was happening. Keeping a straight face towards the movie and trying not to acknowledge his hand.

For a few minutes it stayed the same, him kneading the inner flesh of your thigh and you ignoring it, but something switched when the two main characters on screen shared a heated kiss. After that, his hands wandered further up your thigh, stroking the same path again and again. Involuntarily, you part your legs, and he notices.

You sneak a glance at him. He was turned towards the movie – pretending to watch, or actually paying attention, you couldn’t tell. His fluffy brown hair was falling into his eyes, brushing the tops of his unusually long eyelashes. His lips were slightly parted, and it was then that you truly realized how hot Haechan was. Not handsome – hot. And you knew after the movie was done you were going to invite him back to your room so he could properly fuck you – not toy with you underneath a blanket.

His hands travel higher, until they brush the front of your shorts, startling you and making your hips jerk forward. A mumbled whine leaves your lips as your eyes close.

They quickly snap open when you realize someone has paused the movie.

Jeno holds the remote in his hands, finger poised over the pause button while all three boys are turned towards you and Haechan.

“What the fuck is going on over there? Because every couple of seconds I can here Y/N make noise and it’s becoming annoying.” Jeno had to be lying, were you really making sounds? You thought you had been quiet enough, only letting out a huff of breath here and there.

Haechan pinches your thigh underneath the blanket and your eyes roll back in your head at the sensation. Were you so pathetically horny that you couldn’t control your facial expressions?

“What the fuck was that.” Jaemin smirks, getting up from his spot on the loveseat and moving towards the two of you. Instead of Haechan moving his hand so that the both of you don’t get caught, he keeps it there.

“N-nothing is going on, I was just watching the movie” you blurt out, but it’s no use. Before you can stop him, Jaemin is ripping away the blanket, exposing Haechans hand between your thighs

Jaemin bursts into laughter when your entire face flushes. You bury your face into Haechans shoulder albeit a bad idea since the boys just caught him with his hand between your legs, but it seemed like the safest option.

“No need to hide princess.” Haechan whispers, his breath fanning the side of your exposed cheek.

Princess.

The nickname has every nerve in you strung on a high wire.

You can hear Jeno mutter, “I knew something was up.”

“Sorry for interrupting the movie guys,” Haechan apologizes, nudging your head off his shoulder, “I was just doing some experimenting here and it seems Y/N really likes having her thighs touched.”

“We heard” Jeno mumbles softly,

Jaemin, who has stopped laughing and instead takes on an inquisitive look, looks down at you “She does huh?” You felt small under his gaze.

Haechan clambers off the couch to kneel in front of you, using both his hands to push your knees apart, and bringing his face dangerously close to the inside of your thigh, “May I?”

The word no forms on your lips, on the premise that these were your best friends and doing whatever was about to happen might surely ruin that bond, but you were horny, and Haechans eyes were just the prettiest shade of brown, his lips puffy from him chewing on his bottom lip. The rational side of your brain was screaming at you to reconsider but the way Jaemin was looking down at you, like he couldn’t wait for you to fall apart, convinced you. Renjun and Jeno were tensely watching, waiting for your answer.

You gingerly nod your head and Haechan wastes no time.

His tongue took you by surprise, lying flat against your skin and licking bold stripes from the side of your knee all the way up to the hem of your shorts, which had been pushed up insanely far from you squirming during the movie. Harsh sucking noises sound from his mouth as bruises begin to bloom on your skin. Your hands shoot out and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer. You can feel him chuckle against you when you let out an embarrassingly loud whimper, and one of your many onlookers swears underneath their breath.

“Look at her.” Jaemin smirks.

“Who knew she could be this fucked out from just him licking her thighs,” Renjun, only now speaking up, has leaned forward, arms resting on his knees, trying to conceal the painfully obvious erection pressing hard against his thigh.

“Who knew you could get hard from just watching” you bite back, gasping when Haechan nips at your thigh.

“Watch it” he growls.

“He started it!’ You protests, but Haechan ignores you, instead nipping at you again. You jump, this time smashing his nose into you.

“Someone get over here and shut her up.” He grumbles, hands pushing your thighs even farther apart.

Jaemin, only a few feet away, takes up the offer and flops on the couch next to you, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss. It’s messy, desperate, teeth scraping teeth, with his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. He snags it between his teeth and gently pulls back. “I’ve dreamt about kissing you baby.”

The pet name, much like princess, has your hips jerking against nothing.

“I think she wants her pussy ate.” Jeno’s voice surprises you, especially with how filthy his words are, but just the thought has you lifting your hips so Haechan can pull your bottoms down.

In a split second they’re flung to the other side of the living room, and you’re bare for everyone to see. Jeno’s blushing even though it was his idea in the first place, though the way his hands are shoved in his pants doesn’t go unnoticed.

Renjun is still in the same position, his face bright red. He avoids eye contact even though he knows you’re looking directly at him.

Haechan draws your attention away when he stands up, leaving your legs spread for everyone to gawk at. He reaches forward with a smile and grabs a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, dragging him off the couch.

“Ow- you Haech- What the fuck, that hurts.” Jaemin groans, but Haechan pays no mind. He forces the boy to kneel between your thighs, and leans over, whispering directly in his ear, “Go ahead.”

Jaemin looks up at him with pleading eyes and the devilish boy gives him a wink, “I don’t think –”

You can feel an ache settle between your thighs, and you almost want to close them to gain some sort of friction, but you keep them open, much to Haechans delight.

“You see that Jaem?” he gestures towards your bare pussy, “See how wet she is? “The older boys nods furiously, still on his knees with Haechans hands wrapped tightly in his hair. “She’s obviously fucking aroused, so either you eat her out, or I’ll make Renjun do it.”

Renjuns head perks up at the mention of his name, “Why me?”

Before Haechan has a chance to respond you frustratingly cry out, “Someone better do it before I go to my room and get myself off.”

All four heads turn towards you, eyes incredulous, but Haechans the only one that speaks up, “You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

If it weren’t for the vulnerable position, you were in, you would have smacked him in the face for that little comment, but instead, you ignore him and turn to Jaemin. “Please.” You breathe, eyebrows drawn in, “I’ll beg if you want me too.”

He looked nervous, hands tentatively lifting to hold your thighs in place. The warmth from his fingers was uncomfortable, and it made you squirm a bit in your seat. You wanted him to go ahead and dive in because the anticipation was killing you.

“Be still.” He whispers.

You immediately stop moving, his voice commanding. A rush of arousal floods your core and Jaemin’s eyes are transfixed. “Fuck it” he mumbles, pushing his face between your legs and darting his tongue out to lap at you.

The sensation has you lifting your hips off the seat, and his once gentle hands slam them back down against the couch. Jaemins mouth attaches itself to your clit, harshly sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until your hands replace Haechans in his hair. “Fuck – Jaem – Don’t stop, ah – please”

“Shit.” Someone groans from across the room. Your eyes, which had fluttered closed earlier, snap open and try to find who had cursed, but instead your blessed with something else. Jeno, still in his spot on the loveseat, has pulled his cock out and was stroking himself slowly, his eyes shut, and head lolled to the side. His eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure, and the sight makes you whimper and pulls Jaemin’s face closer to your pussy.

Renjuns still in the recliner, leant forward and watching Jaemin with curious eyes. You could tell he was still hard, even if he chose to ignore it.

Haechan, still standing overtop the both of you fishes for something in his pocket and pulls out a phone. For a second you think he’s going to record you, but then you hear the unmistakable sound of a facetime call commencing.

“Haechan who the fuck are you call- shit!” You choke on your words when Jaemin drags a finger through your folds, still flicking his tongue against your clit. He gently pushes one finger into you, curling his finger so that it brushed your g-spot. A sob of pleasure rushes out of you, your hips trying to grind against Jaemin’s face.

“Hyung!” Haechans voice is bright and cheerful when whoever he was calling picked up the phone.

“Yaa! What do you want, I’m at practice?” You would know that voice anywhere. Haechan had called Mark, another roommate of yours. It was hard to question why he was calling the older boy with Jaemin making loud slurping noises.

Haechan moves to flip the camera so Mark could see you, “Just thought you’d might like to see what we’re up too.”

Jaemin adds another finger, his digits rapidly squelching in and out of you, bruising your g-spot, while his tongue flickered over you. Your taken aback at the sudden stretch of his fingers, letting out an embarrassingly loud gasp that turned into a moan. You couldn’t pay attention to Haechans antics, especially when you could feel your orgasm building.

The facetime call sounded like it was breaking up, Marks gasp audibly choppy and distant. You wondered if the boy was jealous. If he wished, he was between your thighs instead of Jaemin.

He says something that only Haechan could hear, “I bet she wishes you were here Mark.” Another broken response blares from the phone speakers, but you can’t make it out, “Wanna watch the rest?” Haechans smirk is evident in his voice, and for the first time since this whole thing started, you get a good look at him.

His shorts were tight, you could tell, his erection straining against the shiny material. At some point he had taken his shirt off, revealing deep, tan skin that looked so soft. The faint contours of his muscles could be seen when he moved about, and the sight was driving you mad. You wanted to touch him.

“Just sit there and watch.” Haechans says from the other side of the room. He had taken his phone and propped it up against the T.V so that Mark could watch the five of you. The boy leaves his phone and comes to stand behind the couch – right behind you. His hands reach over your shoulders and grab the bottom of your hoodie, slowly dragging it up your body until it’s being pulled over your head.

“Fuck, she’s not even wearing a bra.” Renjun swears.

Haechans hands reach down again and pinch both of your nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingertips. “Fuck, Haechan – that –”

“Feel’s good?” He hums, finishing the sentence for you. You try to squirm away from his hands, but with one boy holding your thighs in place and the others elbows pushing your shoulders back into the couch, you were stuck.

What about the other boys? Two was enough attention, but you couldn’t leave them out.

Moving your gaze over to Jeno, you see his eyes have opened up and are staring at you. When you make eye contact, his cheeks flush red. He’s no longer touching himself, but you can tell he hasn’t come yet. You loved how well Jaemin was eating you out, his fingers hitting your sweet spot, but you felt empty. You wanted more.

You find yourself inviting him to sit next to you before you can stop yourself, and he obliges, happily jumping off the loveseat.

When he crashes down next to you, you untangle one hand from Jaemin’s hair and move it to the front of his sweats. He was painfully hard and you rubbing your hands against him has him catching his bottom lip between his teeth and rocking his hips forward. He tries to conceal how desperate he is, but it’s no use.

“Is he hard?” Haechan inquires, one eyebrow raised. Your boobs are cupped in his hands as he massages them, sometimes flicking his fingers over your nipples.

You furiously nod your head, “m’ yeah.”

You want to take him out of his sweats and stroke him until his cum spills hot against his chest and your hand, but your mind becomes cloudy, and your hand drops when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. You grab onto Jeno’s thigh as Jaemin slams his fingers into you, his tongue swirling around your clit. “Oh fuck – I think I’m gonna cum” You cry out.

The way you scream doesn’t stop Jaemin or Haechan, instead fueling them to keep going. Your orgasm washes over you so fast it sends your head reeling, and it makes your feel like your floating, down into the feather light touch of Jaemin’s hands, which pepper over your body when he pulls back. His lips are puffy and swollen, spit dripping down his chin and staining his shirt when he gives you a smile.

“Jesus” Renjun mutters, his hands now moved from his knees and finding home on the arm rests of the recliner. His nails dig into the faux leather, trying to keep himself together.

“You just gonna sit over there and cum in your pants?” Haechan snorts, and Renjun flips him off, pushing himself off the recliner to join the four of you.

The unmistakable sound of a facetime call ending sounds from Haechans phone. Mark either had to go back to practice or he couldn’t stand watching anymore. For a split second you wonder what’s going to happen when he gets back home. Who was he going to confront first?

You’re dragged away from your thoughts when Haechan leans down and brushes his lips against your ear, “Guess he got too jealous.” His voice sends shivers down your spine.

Jeno, forgotten about momentarily, grabs your hand off his thigh and pushes it against the bulge in his pants. “Please” He whimpers. You go to reach in his pants, but Jaemin slaps your hand away.

“I just made you cum, don’t you think I deserve it?” You’re quite unsure of what to do until Haechan tells you.

He walks around the couch and stands between your legs. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” Renjun, sitting next to Jeno, peeks his head over to watch, “I’m going to fuck her out of her mind, okay?” He lifts a hand and lightly slaps your cheek condescendingly, “After that, she can decide who she wants next.” He pauses for a moment as if going back and forth on whether he should say what he wants too, “I’m sure she wants to be filled to the brim with our cum, isn’t that right?” He pointedly stares at you waiting for an answer.

You nod your head, “Please” It seemed like the only word you could conjure up.

“Good girl.”

A whimpered mewl rises in your throat and fills the empty silence, “Just use me, please.”

The air stills and you can feel the energy shifts from unsure and hesitant, to pressed desperation. Haechan lets out a sharp laugh before hurriedly pulling his cock out of his shorts and shifting himself so that his hands looped under your legs, pulling you forward. You could feel his tip brush against your clit, and you arch against him. He was big, really big.

“You think it’ll fit?” you hear Jeno mumble. With a glance over, you see him rubbing himself through his shorts again.

Haechan snorts, “I’ll make it fit.” The way he says it has your walls clenching around nothing, but not for long because Haechan, true to his word, pushes into you. Jaemin had already stretched you out with his fingers, but it still felt a bit uncomfortable. A groan leaves his lips as he bottoms out, his hips grinding against yours. He starts slowly, thrusting into you at the same pace of his labored breathing, though once he sees your eyes roll into the back of your head, he’s a goner. A long string of curses leave your lips followed by loud, broken moans.

“Renjun-“ He grunts out. The boy pushes off the couch as if he knew what Haechan was going to ask him, “Come fuck her mouth to keep her quiet.”

In a few seconds, Renjun is stripped of his clothes, the tip of his cock pressing against your shut lips. You part them slightly so that he can slide in, and he does, thrusting into your mouth slowly. One of his hands wraps around your head and fists your hair, bringing you further down on his cock.

You felt full, one man between your thighs, the other between your lips, but you remember there’s two other men that beg to have your attention. You want to turn around, want to reach for Jeno – or Jaemin, but the hold Renjun has on your hair keeps you from doing so.

“Look at how well she’s taking our cocks.” Haechan groans. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, leaving little crescents in the skin, but you don’t care. The way he filled you up felt so delicious. You moan around Renjun, which makes his hips stutter at the added sensation. “God she’s so fucking wet.”

“Pretty girl” Renjun mumbles, throwing his head back and thrusting more sloppily. He’s hitting the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You try to stifle the gag around him, but you can’t, so he pulls out, allowing you to gasp the air hungrily.

Now released from his grasp, you turn around, wanting to jerk off Jeno or Jaemin, put your hands to use somehow, but the scene you stumble upon is enough to throw you into your next orgasm.

Jaemin is straddling Jeno, his hands threaded through the boy’s hair tugging him closer. Their lips moved effortlessly together, Jaemin pulling back every so often to bite Jeno’s lower lip. Jaemin’s weight is pressing Jeno into the couch, but that doesn’t stop them both from rutting into each other, trying to gain friction of some sort. Small grunts escape the older boys’ lips, stifled from Jaemin’s hand moving up to grab his throat.

“Fuck” You cry out. It’s unbearably hot, and the way Haechan has angled you, he’s hitting your g-spot again and again. Renjuns hand drops to rub your clit, and you just can’t take it, your second orgasm washing over you just as fast as the first. Renjun wrenches your head back around and plunges his cock down your throat without warning, cutting off your whines.

Haechans hips stutter into you before his pace increases, now slamming himself into you “Oh my god, that’s so hot.” You don’t know if he’s talking about Jeno and Jaemin making out, or Renjun throat fucking you. Or maybe he’s talking about the way you keep clenching around him, but either way, the whole thing was hot.

The lack of oxygen makes your head heavy, but Renjun holds you in place, thrusts sloppy, until you can feel his cock twitch and hot cum spills over your tongue and down your throat. He keep you there for a second, taking all of him, your lips pressed against his abdomen, until he lets out a loud whoosh of breath and releases you.

“Did he just...?” Haechan asks.

Renjun nods his head, “Yeah I did.”

“Fuck.” Haechan swears. His eyebrows furrow, sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek in determination as his thrust slam into you. He leans forward so that his arms are caging you in. It’s almost as if he has you to himself. Almost. Just like how he’s dreamt, but Jaemin shatters the thought when he clambers off of Jeno, leaving the boy breathless, and moves to kneel beside your body.

His hands, around Jeno’s neck earlier, moves to hold yours, choking off your moans, and sending you back into a head high. “She’s so pathetic.” You hear Haechan groan, his thrusts becoming even sloppier than before. It was obvious he was close.

Movement to your right snaps your attention away and your eyes follow Renjun, who pulls his shorts back up and moves to where Jeno is sitting beside you. From what Jaemin’s hand can allow, you see him plop down next to the older boy and place a hand on his thigh. Jeno, bursting with the need to be touched, bucks his hands up, inviting Renjun to touch him, so he does.

Haechan glances over, seeing Renjun stroking Jeno though his shorts, and your pretty sure that’s what sets him off. His body falls on top of you, his thrusts slowing as milky ropes of cum fill you. For a second you think he’s passed out, but he quickly regains composure, standing up and fixing himself .

He looks down at you, his trademark devilish grin plastered on his face “You’re so hot baby.”

‘And you’re a god at fucking, holy shit.” You choke out when Jaemin releases his hold on your throat. Haechan winks at you and retreats, going to grab his phone from where it was still propped against the tv.

“Gonna send this to Mark.” He mumbles, pressing record and thrusting the camera close to your pussy. You get the hint and flex your abdomen, making his cum dribble out of you.

Jaemin can see from his position on the couch and runs a hand through his hair, “Fuck this.”

He gets up and pushes Haechan out of the way, taking his place between your legs and thrusting into you without warning. He isn’t as big as Haechan, but his cock is curved and directly hits your already abused g-spot. Your hands flail around, trying to ground yourself on something, do something to distract you from the orgasmic ache that was settling in the pit of your stomach. Your left hand ends up in Jeno’s lap, his cock out, hard and pulsing. Renjun is still beside him, but instead of touching him, he’s kissing the boy’s neck – licking long stripes from the base of his throat to his earlobe. Jeno shivers underneath both of your touches while Haechan takes a front row and continues recording.

Jeno whimpers when you grab him and begin stroking him, trying to gain some sort of rhythm and failing. Jaemin grinds small circles against you, involuntarily making your hand clench around Jeno, who groans loud and clear.

“Hear how good she’s making us feel, Mark?” Haechan coos, continuing to keep the camera trained on you, moving back and forth to capture both Jaemin fucking you and you jerking Jeno off.

Jaemin drops a hand down to rub harshly at your clit, “Does our princess wanna cum again?”

Your head lolls to the side, and Jeno takes the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss, completely ignoring Jaemin’s question.

“Answer. Me.” He grunts, slamming himself all the way into you. You scream against Jeno’s lips, accidentally biting down. The taste of rust fills your mouth, and you realize you’ve drawn blood. Jeno doesn’t seem to mind, in fact, his moans seem to become louder.

“Jeno’s got a thing for pain, or can’t you hear?” The boy in questions eyes roll back into his head and his hips jerk up, fucking himself up into your fist at his friends’ words. On the other side of him, Renjun decides to put this up to a test, lifting a hand and slapping Jeno across the face. Jeno’s body convulses for a second, his back arching off of the couch, hips slamming into your fist. He cums unannounced and messily, all over himself, ropes shooting onto his chest and abs, smaller spurts coating your hand, which doesn’t stop stroking him. You push him through his orgasm. “Fuck, That- Y/N, my God.” He whimpers, his hips stuttering into your fist, begging you to continue even though he was sensitive.

“Good boy.” Haechan groans, capturing the whole thing on his phone.

You look up at Jaemin, who’s eyes are hooded with lust. Who knew watching his bestfriend cum all over himself would turn him on this much? It felt almost wrong.

Jeno’s heaving beside you, trying to catch his breath as you remove your hand. Without thinking you grab Jaemin by the back of his head, pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips onto his. He tasted good, sweet – and kind of like your pussy, but in that moment, it was the hottest thing ever.

“M’ gonna cum.” He mumbles against your lips. You clench around him, the way his voice sounded sending your stomach lurching. You were gonna cum, you could feel it, but this sensation also felt different somehow. Kind of like you needed to pee.

You ignore it, instead pulling Jaemin into another kiss, while he pounded into you, bruising your g-spot. It felt good, fuck, it felt so good, but you kept feeling like you needed to pee. The sensation intensified until you were gasping for air, begging Jaemin not to stop.

He abruptly pulls out when your pussy sprays his abs with your arousal, he’s completely soaked, slippery to the touch, and a few droplets fall from his hair.

“Did she just…?” Renjun questions, groaning at the sight.

Jaemin pushes into you again, this time fucking you with so much fervor your back dragged up the sofa. “Squirt?” He offers, grabbing your hips so he could have leverage.

“Oh my god she just squirted.” Haechans eyes are incredulous, bugging out of his skull, as he holds the phone close to his chest.

“That’s,” Jeno huffs, “fucking hot.”

Your head is reeling. You’ve never squirted before – but you’ve also never had this much stimulation. You can’t admire your ability for too long as Jaemin drags your attention to him. His hands snake through your hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he continue to thrust into you.

“You’re fucking filthy, you know that?” He groans, burying himself in you, “Taking our cocks so well. Making Jeno cum.” You’re nodding your head furiously, ready to be filled again by Jaemin. It was like he could read your mind with how embarrassingly fast he does, letting out a growl and slamming his cum into you.

“Who knew Jaemin could be this aggressive.” Renjun jokes.

Both of Jaemin’s arms have somehow become wrapped around your torso, crushing you against his body as he rides out his high. He offers a few small thrusts before pulling out of you completely and pushing your thighs apart with his hands.

“C’mere” he tells the others, and they all move to stand beside him. Four boys staring at your spread pussy makes you blush, heat creeping into your cheeks. “Watch.”

The cum drips out of you, smearing itself on the couch beneath you, and Jeno lets out a low string of curses, “Wish I could’ve fucked you.” He mumbles, but you knew he wouldn’t be getting hard anytime soon. He had been successfully fucked out by just your hand.

“You did so well baby.” Haechan hums, reaching down and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes were fluttering shut, the energy zapped out of you.

“Should we take her into one of our rooms?” Renjun asks.

Haechan nods his head yes, “ I’ll take her to mine.” He leans down and scoops you up in his arms. “I promise I won’t try anything funny.” He whispers in your ear.

It makes you giggle. After what you just did with all four of them and now he promises not to try anything funny?

As you’re leaving the room, the gentle swaying of Haechan carrying you lolling you into the place between sleep and waking, you hear Jaemin laugh, “I think I have Jeno’s cum in my hair.”

It’s the last thing you hear before Haechan closes the door behind himself and gently lays you down on the bed, your mind slipping into a deep sleep.

Practice was hard, especially after picking up Haechans phone call and watching helplessly as Jaemin ate you out.

He had to hang up when a manager, curious as to what had drawn Mark away, started chastising him. But that didn’t stop the rising erection he had to deal with the entire rest of practice. He could still hear your moans ringing through his head, even though the audio quality had been bad.

He’s picking his jacket off the ground now that practice was over when three dings sound from his phone. Glancing at the lock screen he can see Haechan has sent him three attachments.

Curiously opening them, shielding his phone away from any onlookers, his screen is filled with videos of cum dripping out of you, your hand lazily jerking Jeno off, and Jaemin pounding into you.

The front of sweats tighten at the sight.

For a split second he wonders if he’ll get his turn, but he quickly pushes the thought away.

That would never happen, right?

p.s ; a huge thank you to @yutas-melody for beta reading and telling me that it didn't suck... and also @peachjaem00 for always being there, ily guys

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shinojamko · 2 years ago

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what the puck!

pairing: hockey player!donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, a crackfic turned way too serious lmao

word count: 11.6k

synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue.

author’s note: sorry i came back after almost an entire year and dropped this instead of anything people actually asked for teehee 😋 also i know nothing about hockey so none of the sports stuff makes sense pls kindly ignore <3 big shoutout to miss cat and moon for coming up with the only good parts of this fic

warning(s): brief descriptions of injuries

playlist: and july (feat. dean and dj friz) by heize ― mixtape 2003 by the academic ― chit chat by beach weather ― 1983 by neon trees ― fearless by taylor swift

part i. lee taemin once said his ideal meet-cute is a girl running him over with her car <3

First off, to set the record straight—

You are not a bad driver.

There just so happened to be a bad thunderstorm, and your windshield wipers happened to malfunction, and you happened to lightly tap someone with the front of your beat-up Toyota Prius. Honestly, the person probably did more damage to your car that’s one airbag deployment away from spontaneous combustion than the car could ever do to him.

However, for some reason, the blurry figure that you can barely make out through the onslaught of rainfall doesn’t seem to be getting up off the ground.

Hurriedly putting your car in park, you clamber out in a panic as water pelts you in the face like one of those super strong hoses set on sprinkler mode. Without even asking if the person is okay, you lift him up by the shoulders and shake him violently.

“Oh my God, please don’t die! I literally can’t afford to pay for someone’s funeral right now,” you wail.

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shinojamko · 2 years ago

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Popular. | N.JM | PART 5

— Prologue: “Enjoying the view, Beautiful?”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist.

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“Delete that photo of me right now, Chenle.” Ningning spat across the room where the three of them were lounging in one of the most expensive rooms ever. The Zhong household, more like a mansion-hold, was large spacious and everything in it probably costs so much more than the earth itself. It was ridiculous, how rich Chenle and his family are. At this point it wasn’t a silver spoon he was born with. It was a golden spoon.

The three of them were meeting up later at night considering the fact that their dear friend Ningning was still not over the fact that someone posted the hideously private baby photos of her when she was younger which will make everyone talk about her in the negative spotlight which is something that should’ve never happened, someone here was clearly targeting here.

In the luxurious lounge room, Ningning and Chenle scrolling through every blog on their school website made up of every student in it, they delete and report every repost of Ningning. Anything to do with what happened this morning, they will report and block it. Chenle was stuck doing that because his best friend was rather dramatic about this and he knows how Ningning’s mental breakdowns can be like. It’s not fun at all.

However their friend Jaemin was busy spam texting you all the time. The moment between the both of you never broke and he wasn’t even helping his friend. He just thinks some guy was messing with Ningning and trolling her. Jaemin doesn’t actually think it’s a big deal.

Neither does Chenle but of course Ningning feels embarrassed because it is her that was targeted. And her one insecurity was looking back at old photos of herself. Heck, whoever posted this to Ningning hit her old wounds deep and opened them up again so they can bleed once more.

The girl looking over when their friend was rather silent right now. Ningning appears on the left by Jaemin’s shoulder seeing who he was texting all this time. Who could be so much more important than her?

But the minute the eye saw the name contact, Ningning’s eyes widen. She looks at Jaemin with a frown. “Why are you texting Y/n? You’re meant to be comforting me right now. Don’t you care that your friend has a crazy psycho who stole information about her?”

“Hm?” A sound comes out of his mouth, slowly he looks up because he weren’t even listening right now to Ningning’s words. He smiles. “What we’re you saying? Can you repeat that?”

She glared at him. “Forget it. Go text your dumb girlfriend.” Ningning scowls rolling her eyes at him. Jaemin saw the girl walk away and he opens his mouth when he saw Ningning scowl at him. “Y/n isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my wife.” He retorts delusionaly.

The phone in his hand slips back into the front jean pockets, the body adjusts on the beige cream couch colour with leather fabric shining on every light reflection. The clothes he wore was a loose red hoodie that he loves so much, a white short sleeve shirt with the chain he wears almost everyday. The jeans were loose and baggy almost street style wear. Hair neatly parting right above the eyebrows bone. Jaemin slips the phone in the jean pockets with a devious smirk and the raised up eyebrows always upbeat with the flirtatious smile and expression the boy wears like the day depends on it.

The room fell in to silence until they saw Jaemin stand up and walk across the large open windows looking over the view to the city. The buildings ahead were shining bright light across. They can see the entire Seoul out of the building right now.

“I don’t think you realise this but you’re so different. You changed Jaemin.” His friend said with arms crossed on her chest.

Jaemin turns to her with a little smirk that was so unserious unlike Ningning’s firm and stern expression with the same tone matching the face. “I changed? I feel the same though.” He responds with a meek laugh as he sat down next to Chenle. The boys share a small arm wrap around while their legs spread forward to get comfortable sitting down once again.

The girl can’t believe her two friends right now. One was quiet and the other wasn’t taking this as seriously to see you like a threat. You clearly are a problem between the three of their friendship and their reputation!

You need to be exterminated some way or the other before you get rid of them all together. Ningning has always seen you as trouble but, these two don’t see you as a threat at all. They have fell for your innocent disguise.

“Do not patronise me, Jaemin.” Ningning spat. “You know Y/n isn’t innocent like you think she is. There is something wrong about her. You two are so blind to see it and when you realise I was right you will come crying to.”

The two boys share the same glance at one another they just screams ‘Ningning has lost her mind’ and it seems like they knew their friend would at some point go crazy and mental breakdown everywhere but they never expected it to be over someone as kind as you. Chenle and Jaemin find no fault in you. Unlike Ningning who was against you since day one. They break away to face their friend again.

With a deadpan expression Chenle sang in a voice that makes Ningning slightly annoyed again but it makes her give up on trying to change their foolish minds. “I think you’re just jealous because Y/n is getting popularity in school real fast.”

He jokingly adds. “And I think you’re trying to blame Y/n for what happened to you. Look here you had stalkers before. I bet it’s just another stalker situation.” Chenle said now making a good point but then again Ningning feels like this situation felt different than from the previous stalkers she encounters with.

Jaemin shifts aside from Chenle now and pulls Ningning to sit next to them and he wraps an arm around the girl shoulder.

She sighs when her friend now pulls her closer as he spoke to her in a teasing voice that is trying to lighten up her mood. “Come on. Don’t blame Y/n and give her a chance? Maybe, she can join our group?” Jaemin trails.

Ningning glared at him when he mentions in letting you join their group. They were meant to be a trio. You’re ruining them slowly one by one, especially their friendship.

“You can’t be serious?” Ningning grumbles with her soft face going into a jealous gaze changing when Jaemin saw her face twist.

She stands up now walking away from them. Pacing around the room back and forth with the high heels clicking on top of the marble flooring reflecting her shadow. “You lost your goddamn mind, Na Jaemin. What did she do to you?” Ningning’s hands make large movements in the air as she held her head feeling dizzy just by seeing how their friend has become a different person. What was this? Jaemin was never this invested in a girl before. Sure Jaemin was always with a woman one way or another but none of them last. He doesn’t keep them around for long. Ningning by now would’ve thought he’d dispose of you already.

But no, you’re still here. Like a giant but she cannot get rid off out of her life. You’re ruining them and it’s damaging their friendship. Ningning feels her blood pressuring rising because of how angry she can get when it comes to you and Jaemin. You changed him! Completely! It’s driving Ningning insane over here.

“We are meant to be a trio. If you add her in. I’m leaving.” Ningning threatens now.

Jaemin wasn’t impressed. Not even mildly impressed when he heard the beautiful girl’s outburst right now so he looks away sighing. The group was facing a crisis. They never heard her threaten to break up with them before so this was definitely a serious threat she had made.

“You’re being dramatic.” Jaemin throws at Ningning. “But fine, forget I said anything. Can you at least calm down?”

He swore Ningning had always been dramatic but tonight he wasn’t having any of it. Jaemin’s tolerance to Ningning was growing lesser by the day. She looks at them both before she looks away holding a deep exhale.

The one to diffuse the tension between Jaemin and Ningning was Chenle when he suddenly stood up grabbing the car keys. “Come on guys let’s go on a drive and go spontaneously drinking?” He wraps both hands around his friends who glare at one another clearly not happy with the conversation. They had no choice but to agree with Chenle.

“Fine but you’re paying.” Jaemin trails with a cheeky grin as he walks with Chenle and Ningning now. They make their way down the stairs to go down another stairs to the underground garage. Chenle was so filthy rich it sometimes felt like a fairytale to Jaemin to see, how rich do you have to be to have an underground garage with different cars and flooring? So rich apparently.

They make their way in the garage and seeing the multiverse of cars lining in each parking space makes them wow. Ningning took an eye off the pink motorcycle. The two wonder apart for a while until they saw their friend Chenle drop the keys along with his own headspace when the sight of the car clicking with lights out, was smashed to pieces? What the heck? Jaemin and Ningning wonder what happened in the front so they both tag along with.

“Who the fuck… who the fuck vandalised my car?” Chenle said in gasps as he wonders who would be able to get in this place?

Ningning gasps back when the sight of the car with broken windows, dents and broken glass on the floor spread. One headlight completely twisted out of the sockets. The bonnet of the car drenched with more dents and scratches. It makes Chenle feel so light headed and angry. The amount of money that car cost and the worst part? It’s a brand new, brand new freaking car that was damaged.

“Holy shit…” Ningning spoke back quietly, under her breath it feels like a deep snowfall because of how shocking the situation was.

The boy next to them looks around the place seeing broken window in the underground garage and he turns to the broken car. It looks like someone entered and broke in with force, with whatever they had in their hand they used the same weapon to damage the car but seriously? Why? Who would do this to him? Chenle swore he has no enemies. At least that’s what he believes.

Jaemin frowns. Two of his friends were targeted tonight it feels now like something was right. It’s starting to look a little bit more suspicious.

Chenle walks around the car and he feels like throwing punches in the air, the amount of times he yells out finding something new to complain about was a record. “Ah! Seriously this guy whoever he is i’ll have him arrested. This is vandalism and breaking entering!” He shouts punching the nearest air.

“Whoa whoa whoa calm down Chenle. We’ll find whoever did this to your property.” His friend said with a firm tone and Chenle couldn’t stay calm no matter what to be honest. No one has ever touched and damaged his property knowing how damn expensive it would be. Chenle’s one power was attacked head on.

His money suddenly felt like a twisted game of poker but he feels blind. Too blind to see who could ever do something like this to his freaking car.

Chenle glares at him. “Calm? You want me to stay calm when my freaking car looks like a bunch of junk scrap? Do you know how much that car cost me?!” The boy feels his heart race and the redness heat up his face even more as he breathes fumes.

Jaemin looks at him and he takes a step back, looking at the broken car. There was something wrong with this…

You definitely pulled some sleeves on this piece. And they have no idea it’s you.

The wind brushes past your arms out in the open as you’re wearing a white small tank top cami while watching the people play sports up ahead. You are sitting out on the football game the gym class decided to all collectively play in today’s lesson. You feel rather comfortable sitting and watching everyone do something. Meanwhile everyone was running around.

You feel a sudden cold rush bring to your temple. Your attention moved to the arm stretching out and it was Jaemin who took a seat next to you. Shirtless. You look away with a frown. Why did he decide to bother you today? He wasn’t even meant to be on this side of the long grass in the field pitch, because his gym class was on the opposite end. You move down the bench away from him. Jaemin laughs a little finding this amusing how fast you moved away from him.

Your eyes were glued on his bare chest however. You never thought you’d see Jaemin’s shirtless body ever coming in your life, but here you are, staring at them trying not to be so freaking obvious.

“Enjoying the view, Beautiful?” Jaemin said amused, watching your eyes check him up and down.

At this point you try to focus on getting your revenge onto Jaemin now. You managed to get your sweet revenge on Chenle. Luckily it was an easy break in and you knew it’s bad since you did commit a crime twice now. But can you blame yourself?

They hurt you first. They abused you in every way possible so now you’re only giving them a taste of their own medicine. Their own consequences they have to get over. And they have to suffer just like you did which forced you to be homeschooled.

“Y/n why are you social distancing from me?” He peeks up behind your shoulder and stares down at you what you’re wearing. It looks nice to see your beautifully angled shoulders and the way your ponytail was revealing slight of your nape. It really urges Jaemin to just smoothly place a kiss on it but he fought those urges, biggest conflict of his life he’s ever had to do. You sigh when he sat down next to you again even though you moved.

He puts the cold drink on your lap now. “Drink up. It’s really sunny today.” You think you find those gestures to be sweet but it’s Jaemin giving it to you and it makes you question if he had any ulterior motive all the time when he’s with you.

“Why are you here? Your class was on the far end.” You now ask him as you’re trying to figure out why he is here and not bothering Chenle or Ningning. Why was he trying to bother you first?

Smirking now he leans closer humming in the same flirtatious accent that makes your breath race and pop up from your lips everytime he speaks. It makes your skin crawl with how deep his voice goes lower octaves.

He laughs a bit. “You looked like you missed me.” You want to vomit right now. As if you looked like you even missed a single bit of his presence. Your reaction was the same bland and flat tone. “I was actually happy today until i saw you.”

Jaemin somehow knew you were lying there. He must know you are warming up to him, or at least he wants to believe you are slowly warming up to him.

Then the eyes fell at the cold drink he got for you. You haven’t even touched it once. He looks at your face that’s watching the front with your beautiful chanting eyes.

“Why aren’t you drinking it?” He now asked you. Your voice was replying in a repaying sound that doesn’t even show a bit of emotion. Nonetheless Jaemin was hooked on it like a drug addict. “Because I don’t want it. It’s your drink. You bought it.”

“How am i supposed to spoil you when you won’t accept my gifts?”

Jaemin now said back to you questioning as you are always rejecting his gifts and thoughts of gestures. The acts of service he was giving you all this time was never successful but he can tell you might just be scared to let him get close to you.

It was a feeling he has when he’s around you. You’re not letting him in but Jaemin was determined to get inside your door and one day see you accepting his affections. He’s never been this attentive to any girl before either. You should feel lucky.

You groan. This was stupid he won’t leave you alone unless you try that stupid drink he bought you. You lift your hand around the cold canned drink and slowly open it.

You warn him. “Fine just stop pestering me.”

Jaemin saw you taking a sip of the drink now with a precious proud smile. It makes him happy that you tasted it. Even though your expression wasn’t the happiest. He still felt happy.

Watching somewhere he shouldn’t be; specifically your lips as you drank and tasted the peaches drink. Jaemin’s eyes were watching your bottom lip with a dripping peaches water running down the corner of your lip soon to your chin nearly. He lifts your face to suddenly watch him. He came closer with his face and suddenly your breath stops coming to your lungs. Your heart was a marathon runner racing like a bolting stride. The eyelashes flutter as the handsome boy leans down with a smirk. You hate feeling like this when you shouldn’t. He’s an enemy. He’s your bully. You shouldn’t be having your heart racing for this boy at all.

Pushing the thumb down the corner of your lips to wipe the peach water. He smiles seeing your cheeks slowly heat up. The boy loves seeing the effect he has on you but you always tend to hide it away with your tough personality. You’re even more beautiful close up and it’s a shame that this will be an one time thing when he can see your beautiful eyes this close watching him. Your eyes were so big he could see himself in. “You had some water on your lips.” Jaemin whispers with a smirk.

Your eyebrows flutter back down. “Your mind games don’t work on me.”

Jaemin was stunned but amused. What mind games are you speaking about? “What do you mean by that, pretty girl?”

You pull away clearing your voice. “Are you perhaps scared you might fall in love with me?” Jaemin said now slanting forward as his lips were close to your cheeks and your eyes watch him like a hawk. You don’t want him to move forward more but, why did a part of you also want him to move forward…?

“There’s no such thing.” You said confidently but your eyes said something else. Jaemin saw some truth behind them. He whispers. “What if i fell for you?”

“Very funny.” You sarcastically say. “As if the most popular guy in school would ever fall in love with someone. Everyone knows you are popular and only care for your popularity.”

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shinojamko · 2 years ago

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devil in me - l.dh

pairing: vampire!haechan x fem reader

genre: angst, smut

warnings: reader got bit, hyuck mainly focuses on himself, masturbation (m), mentions of r&pe(?), slight dubcon, lots of neck kissing, cock pulling, pussy play, nipple twisting (m), hot dogging, throat fucking, hyuck is a little mean, degradation, slight praising, fingering, anal, slight breeding kink, cum stuffing

wc: 7.4k

note: this was terribly delayed but it’s finally here! (i started working on this on 15th March 😭😭)

In a bus stop you were. Sitting down on one of the benches as you waited for the last bus to arrive. You glanced at your watch which read 22.28. The bus should be here any minute now, you thought. But as minutes go by, there were still no signs of the bus. You were starting to feel shivers running down your spine as a sudden breeze of cold hit you from the back. Turning around, you had no clue what you were looking for but there was nothing but an empty road behind you. Odd. Your head whipped back to face the front and that's when you were met with an amazingly handsome figure standing right in front of you. The screech you let out was enough to make the man by you break into an amused laugh. It was raspy and breathy but you were too shocked out of your mind to comprehend it. Clearing your throat, you avoided embarrassing yourself by averting your gaze and staring at everywhere but him.

From your peripheral vision, you could see him tilting his head slightly to the left before returning to its original posture. "You're not gonna ask anything?" He stated. Still not looking at him, you shook your head in a 'no' manner and proceeded to wait for your ride. You felt him sit uncomfortably close to you on the bench before he opened his mouth again, "You aren't at all curious as to how I ended up here." Hardly. You didn't answer him but it felt almost as if he could hear you when you heard a chuckle coming from beside you. "I see. I'll just leave then." He then got up and you had zero intention on stopping him. The man took a few steps away from the bus stop before he was talking again. "You're not stopping me?" This time though, you decided to reply. "No. Go ahead." A fake smile was given to him with urging eyes.

"You're boring." He whined with a pout that you found to be slightly annoying considering this is a literal stranger you're talking to. "I get that a lot." You lowered your gaze to look at the ground and that's when you saw it. Where's his shadow? Lifting your gaze once again, you stared at the street light next to him before looking towards your own figure. Your brows furrowed when you could clearly see your shadow under the influence of the street light but his was not visible. Looking at him, you noticed the way his eyes widened slightly as you two shared eye contact. Your hands were trembling slightly on your side and you could feel yourself growing smaller and smaller by the second under his gaze that seemed to shift from playful to lust-filled.

Maybe you should've ran away. Maybe you should've just ditched the bus and called a taxi. But something was holding you back. Something that felt familiar. Something that had to do with curiosity. The moment he walked up to you, you couldn't see anything but him. Which may sound romantic right now, but it was the worst kind possible. Even if he wasn't doing anything but staring at you with his hands in his pockets, you could feel the tension surrounding you as he took his time taking in your appearance. Biting a small part of his lower lip, he expressionlessly muttered, "It's late. I'll walk you home." to which you shot your head up at him. "I'm waiting for the bus." His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he spoke again. "The bus is not coming. It's me or nothing." Angrily, you got up from your seat and stormed pass him.

"I'll take nothing."

It has been three days since the encounter with the shadow-less man and you hadn't been able to sleep through it. It has been bugging you ever since that night and you were even able to convince yourself that you were simply hallucinating and none of it actually happened in real life. "Hey. You alright? You've been spacing out a lot lately." Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to face the voice and smiled when you realised it was your colleague, Mark. "Yeah, it's nothing." You laughed it off. "Okay, well you better get to work. You have a presentation tomorrow. Don't forget." Mark raised both his hands to give you a thumbs up before walking off happily. Chuckling softly, you began typing away on your computer.

A few hours had passed and it was barely a minute before it was time for you to get off work. You felt a tap on your shoulder which you didn't care to turn around to before a voice followed. "I'm leaving now, Y/n. Want me you give you a ride home?" The voice insisted. "Sorry, Mark. I'll pass. I think I'm staying after hours today. Thank you for offering though." You raised your head and flashed him a genuine smile. "Any time. Well, see you tomorrow. Take care." He waved his hand which you returned and that's how you ended up alone in the dark and quiet of your office. Your fingers were threatening to break and completely give out on you but you weren’t letting that happen on your watch.

Slowly, you felt your lids growing heavier and heavier by the second and without you noticing, you’d dozed off in front of your laptop. You’d fallen asleep unconsciously and you finally realise that when you were woken up by the feeling of a familiar cold shiver behind you. You’d a bad feeling about this but you weren’t bothered to turn around so you just kept on trying to fall back asleep but that thought was immediately interrupted when you felt a tap on your shoulder. At that moment, you were horrified. Who’d be in the office at this time? Speaking of time, you darted your gaze at the clock on the wall without moving a muscle and it finally dawned upon you how long you’ve been sleeping for. “I know you’re not sleeping.” That voice… It sounded so familiar but you just couldn’t pinpoint where you’d heard it from.

Even if the man behind you has called you out on it, you still pretended to be asleep in hopes that he would go away. Which probably was a bad idea. Shutting your eyes, you pondered over how to get yourself out of this situation. Should I just book it? Or should I wait for him to leave? “Try then. It’d be fun to watch.” He spoke again. What the fuck. Is he reading my mind right now? No no… mind reading isn’t real… He’s just playing with me… Yeah… Almost immediately, you felt some kind of coldness rushing through you very closely. Somewhat as if an opened freezer was right next to you. As discreetly as possible, you pried open your eyes little by little and instantly jolted with a shriek when you saw how close the person was.

“Wait… You?” He said with furrowed brows. You took the time in between to take in his figure. The only light around you was the light from your computer but you could perfectly capture the sight in front of you. The way the leather jacket he threw on perfectly fitted his body, the black ripped skinny jeans curving around his thighs and calves, his perfectly polished boots. All of this turned out to be nothing when you finally looked at his face. The droopy eyes, sharp nose, red lips, and slightly tanned skin had you drooling internally. How can anyone be this hot? It didn’t occur to you that this was the same man from the night before until you spotted his hands that were tucked in the pocket of his jeans. “Not you again!” All the thoughts you had about him immediately vanished when you recognised him.

You saw him roll his eyes before dropping on the chair next to yours. “Ugh, I don’t like you. I was actually planning on having some fun tonight.” He huffed annoyedly and when you didn’t reply immediately, he turned his head to stare at you in anticipation before his eyes began trailing lower and lower until it was fixed at your neck. He did stop at your lips for less than half a second prior but it was too quick for you to be a hundred percent sure of. Feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, your hands scrambled to cover your neck with the collar of your white button up and he was heard clearing his throat right after.

“Why are you h— No— How did you even get in here? This is a private building and there’re probably hundreds of security guards out there who would definitely not let you in without an ID.” Crossing your arms to your chest, you waited to see how he would respond to this. “Who said I got through the guards?” He replied with a smirk and you’d decided that you’re just not doing this tonight. “You know what, just leave. I’m too tired for this. I have a big presentation tomorrow and you’re being a huge distraction.” With that, your focus was back on your laptop that had already shut down on its own. “I’m not going anywhere unless you give me something in return.” Oh God. He’s acting like a fucking child. Sighing, you turned to him and asked, “What do you want?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he stood up and walked towards you before grabbing at your neck gently and leaning down to place half-hearted kisses to it. “A taste of this.” His voice was almost captivating… Insatiable even but you were instantly snapped out of your train of thoughts when you felt something sharp touching the skin of your neck. At first, you thought he was holding a knife against you and was about to push him off when another kiss was placed at the exact spot. “G-Get off me.” You tried to sound as stern as possible but he was making it hard for you with his lips constantly leaving trails of saliva on your neck. You would’ve found this disgusting if you saw it on a TV or something but at that moment, it felt like absolute bliss. The cooling sensation against your skin when the AC hits the dried saliva was everything you’d ever dreamed of. Maybe that was an exaggeration but you get it.

The ring of your phone was what made you push him away from you so harshly, he stumbled back onto the chair he was in earlier. Grabbing your phone from the desk, you realised it was Mark and immediately answered the call. “Y/n. Did you reach home safely? Have you gotten off work? You didn’t call so I was worried…” For context, you and Mark would always call each other once the other reached home when they stayed after hours. “I was actually just about to leave.” You were certain Mark could hear you packing your things. “You want me to come pick you up? I have nothing to do anyways.”

On one hand, you felt bad for Mark if you accepted his offer. However on the other, it’d probably be the best decision when you have a stranger with you who literally tried to what seemed like bite you barely five minutes ago, so you said yes. “Great! I’ll pick you up in ten.” And with that he ended the call. Silence began filling the room before the stranger decided to break it. “Oh so you’re leaving now?” Slamming your laptop close, you stuffed it into your bag and side-eyed his extremely attractive figure. “It was either you or me.” You sighed before you picked up your phone once again.

Scrolling through Instagram mindlessly, you felt someone staring at you really intently to which you looked up at the man at. “What?” You scrolled through your phone again. “Nothing. It’s just the more I look at you, the more annoying you get.” He shrugged. Switching off your phone, you heard the sound of the lock before placing it face down on the desk next to you. Then don’t look at me then, jeez. “You really get on my nerves you know that.” You bit the inner part of your bottom lip to stop yourself from saying anymore. “I do?” He leaned his body a little closer to yours with a tilt of his head. “Mhm. You suddenly appear in my life less than a week ago and now you’re all up in my business. I don’t even know who you are, what you are— I don’t even know your name!” You silently exclaimed.

“Hi, I’m Haechan. Nice to meet you.” Haechan grinned sheepishly at you which you groaned annoyedly and grumpily walked towards the elevator at. “Hey, wait for me!” Unfortunately for you, the doors didn’t close as quick as you’d hoped so now you’re stuck with him until Mark arrives. “Shouldn’t you be telling me your name?” He quirked. “I’d rather not.” You glanced at the small screen above the doors as you awaited the elevator to finally reach the lobby. It feels oddly slow for a second but you decided to simply ignore it. “Fine. I’ll guess then.” You could hear the subtle chuckle he let out and it grew you curious. What’s so funny? “Nothing, it’s just you’re actually pretty dumb for someone so ignorant.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did he just call you dumb? “Excu—” Hold on. How did he hear you? You were sure you didn’t say it out loud so how? “There’s no way…” You stared at him with slightly widened eyes. “What? Did you find out that I could literally figure out your name from your employee ID?” Haechan snickered but you remained unhinged. Too afraid to even comprehend anything he said. When the elevator finally dings, you immediately rushed out of the building and searched for Mark’s car. “Damn it, he’s not here yet.” You said in a hushed voice. “What’s the rush?” The screech you let out when Haechan appeared next to you was inhumane. Why can’t he just leave me alone?

“Trust me, you don’t want to be alone at this time of the night.” His eyes that gazed into yours were almost intoxicating. There was something about the way he talked, walked, everything that seemed all too perfect. Suspiciously perfect. The smooth of his voice that was laced with a slight rasp whenever he spoke with a lower tone was something you’d never thought you’d hear. Are you psychic? You wanted to test the waters slightly just to see if he would respond. But the way he responded was nothing of what you’d expected. Slowly leaning over until he was a kiss away, he smiled softly. “What do you think?” No matter what you did, how hard you tried, you couldn’t seem to look away from his eyes. They were a softer shade of black. Almost translucent. And the way he looked at you had you thinking he could read more than just minds. You watched as his lids grew heavier and soon his eyes were completely shut as he leaned towards your neck, stopping right above the skin to inhale your scent deeply.

Just then, you heard a car pulling up next to you and before you knew it you were pushing him away before throwing him a last glance and getting into Mark’s car. About three minutes into the drive, the car was dead silent. The only sounds were from the radio that was playing on an extremely low volume and the sound of the vehicle. Finally being able to muster up the courage to break the silence, Mark decided to ask you a question you’d hoped he wouldn’t. “What was that about?” He didn’t sound like what you’d expect. In fact, he sounded nervous and almost shy to ask you such things. “What was what about?” You attempted on playing innocent and pretending like you didn’t have a clue as to what he was referring to. “The guy from earlier… It looked like you guys were… Y-You didn’t tell me you’re seeing someone.” Mark cleared his throat to avoid the awkwardness of the situation.

“I’m not.” You gazed towards your right to glance at him shortly before turning back to the road ahead of you. “Then who was it?” You could hear the faint sound of the leather steering wheel being gripped tighter than before. “I… don’t know…” You could sense the confusion radiating off of Mark when you replied with a very irrelevant answer but you were glad he didn’t ask any more. Finally reaching your place, the both of you bid your goodbyes and good nights before you stepped out of the vehicle and into the comfort of your own home, not forgetting to wave him off one last time before you entered. You were grateful for someone like him. The way he’d worry about you and the way he waited for you to enter your house before leaving makes you curl inside sometimes. It’s the little things that matter.

You were woken up by the sound of clattering coming from your kitchen. Turning on the lamp by your bedside, you checked the time and groaned when it showed three in the morning. You tried to go back to sleep thinking it was just a cat going through your rubbish which you thought lowly of, figuring you would clean it up in the morning. But when the clattering didn’t stop, you braced yourself to get out of bed and check out the mess going on in the kitchen. Yawning, you put on some slippers and made your way towards the sound.

When you reached the kitchen, you thought you were dreaming. Rubbing your eyes, you squinted to make sure what you saw was real before a scream left your throat at the sight. “You! Haechan! What the fuck?!” You marched toward him, grabbing a pan on your way for self defence. “Woah there, easy.” Haechan had his hands raised and were placed by his head. He knew damn well you wouldn’t be able to hurt him with that thing but he couldn’t seem too smug in front of you. “This is breaking in, y’know. I can call the police on you if you don’t leave right now.” You held the pan close to his figure with a glare thrown to him.

Even so, Haechan took a few steps closer to you until the pan was grazing his chest. Smirking slightly, he muttered, “Try.” with an odd look glistening in his eyes. At that moment, your hold on the pan faltered slightly as you drew your eyebrows together. “What… are you?” You dropped the pan on the counter next to you. “What am I?” Haechan repeated your question. “Well you can say that I’m not like you. I’m not your kind.” He said disinterestedly. “Then what are you?” You tried to ask again, gradually growing impatient with his lack of answer. “Why don’t I show you?” He stepped closer towards you as you took steps further from him. You saw the way he licked his teeth even with his mouth closed. You don’t know why but you suddenly felt afraid. Like he’s gonna eat you or something.

“What are you doing?” Placing a finger over your lips, he shushed you with his eyes closed. “I’ll go easy on you if you stop talking.” He offered. You were about to reply when his eyes looked like they were throwing daggers at you. Immediately, your mouth shut itself and you were slowly backing away from him again. Haechan seemed to notice this when he suddenly said, “Come ‘ere.” and pulled you towards him by the waist. You were now hip to hip and chest to chest as you stared into one another’s eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand on your waist began moving to the small of your back and pressing on it.

His gaze darted to your lips as he slowly leaned in just to hover over your them. The feeling of his breath fanning your skin made the hairs on your neck stand as you tried to figure out what he was going to do. Cautiously, he moved his lips lower until they were placed right above your neck. Once again, you felt the sharp of his teeth grazing your skin before you felt a stinging pain at the exact spot. Instinctively, you placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away from you and cupping the skin he bit. “What the actual fuck?! Did you just— Bite me?” You tried to make sense of it. What kind of sane person would bite a stranger? At the neck too?

Pulling your hand away from your neck, you could see the two dots of blood on your palm as curiosity dawned upon you. Looking up, you saw Haechan throwing his head back and brushing his hair with his hands in clear frustration. But there was something else. “Ughh I didn’t even get the chance to suck on it!” He rolled his eyes. The moment he groaned in annoyance, something caught your attention. His teeth. No, his fangs. How in the world would he have fangs? You swore they weren’t there earlier. Haechan noticed the way you were staring at him and he instantly stopped himself from saying anything. “Haechan?” You looked at his hands. “What?” His tone was rough but you couldn’t be bothered by it.

“Please be honest and specific with me and don’t avoid the question. What are you?” You asked for the nth time that day. Sighing, he sat on one of the stools by your counter and cupped his face with his palms. “I’m… I don’t know how to word this… I don’t know what you call it here but I’m basically just someone who sucks blood to live.” He released his hands to glanced at you slightly. Hearing his response you burst out into a fit of laughter, holding onto the edge of the counter for leverage to make sure you don’t go dropping on your knees. “Wait, wait. So you’re telling me, that you’re a vampire?” You laughed again. Oh how ridiculous. No, you didn’t believe him. Vampires aren’t real. He’s being crazy. “Look, I know you may not believe me, but you have to! You’re the one who asked in the first place.” Haechan testified.

You wheezed even harder after hearing his response and walked over to grab a cup of cold water. “Here, drink this. I think you need it. Were you drinking? Are you sick?” Raising a hand to his forehead, the temperature was in fact not hot, but icy cold. “Okay, maybe not.” You said and noticed the way he gripped the glass you slotted in his palm harder. “Haechan? Why aren’t you drinking the wat—” He slammed the glass on top of the counter making a loud clanking noise before walking towards your living room and sitting himself on the couch, acting as if it was his house. “I really cannot be close to you right now.” You rolled your eyes before sitting across him on the coffee table, shifting your bottom to make yourself comfortable.

“Okay, okay, let’s say you are a vampire—”

“I am one.”

“Okay. So you’re a vampire. Then what are you doing here? Vampires aren’t real and even if they are, they’re probably not living around here.” You said to which he agreed. “Exactly. I’m not from here, I told you.” Haechan leaned back into the couch as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. Sighing, he continued. “I got… I got kicked out because they said I didn’t fit in. They said I’m not vamp enough to survive.” He scoffed. “Tch. I’m more vamp than they ever will be. Bunch of immature dogs.” He crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “Who’s… they?” You asked curiously. “My blood-line. They’re all about being the best of the best bloodsuckers. A single mistake would turn them nuts.” Haechan looked into your eyes as you gripped the edge of the table harder.

Clearing your throat, you asked him again, “So why are you here?” At this, you bit your lower lip softly and avoided his gaze. You saw the way he leaned his body closer to you until he was inches away from your reddened face. “Because I have to prove to them that they were wrong about me.” He tilted his head. “No matter how messed up they are, I still have to go back. I don’t belong here. I can’t live here. I might end up dying.” He moved further away from you and you finally felt like you could breathe again. “But I thought vampires couldn’t die?” You knew your questions were getting to him and he might as well be annoyed with you right now. “I will if I don’t get back. Now— Enough with the questions. I don’t think I can— Fuck— I need to—” Instantly, he got up from his seat and paced around the room like a mad man. But he wasn’t quick enough for you to not notice the way his pupils turned completely black. Not black like the one you saw before you left with Mark, no, it was black black.

“Hey— Why are you so stressed out?” You got up from the table and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. When he continued pacing around without a break, you repeated yourself. “Haechan! Fucking answer me!” You walked towards him and pushed his shoulders harshly, forcing him to look at you. Once he did, he immediately dove his face into the crook of your neck and kissed it harshly, impatient almost. The grip he had on your shoulders and waist began to tighten with each passing second and you felt like you could pass out right there in his arms. “Haechan…” Your voice softened at the feeling of him unbuttoning your pyjama top. Pushing the fabric off your shoulders, you could feel the cold breeze hitting your skin as you moved yourself closer to Haechan. His lips grazed the skin of your collarbone before it moved higher.

Once again, you felt the sharp of his fangs prodding against your skin as it finally entered your bloodstream. You tried shoving him away but this time his hold on you was stronger and you couldn’t help but submit to him. You felt yourself growing weaker and the grip you had on his jacket faltered before it fell to his arms completely. Your eyes were becoming heavier and before you knew it, everything went dark.

You thought you were dead.

But you found out you weren’t when you stirred awake on your bed. Instantly, your left hand found itself to the place where you got bit before you felt the sting from the bite again. Though, something else caught your attention. There were… sounds. You couldn’t pinpoint what specific sound it was but it sounded like someone was in pain. And it sound very close to you too. Slowly, you turned your head to the other side of your bed and your eyes landed on an extremely handsome topless figure… beating it. Shocked, you let out a screech to which the man opened his eyes to. Even so, he didn’t stop. “Mmhh… Well you’re up early.” Haechan smirked as he continued stroking his erected cock. “I-I… What are you…” Your eyes shifted from his face to his cock multiple times when he suddenly got up from the chair he was sitting on and walked towards you.

“What? I can’t jerk off? Is that not very vamp-like?” He squinted his eyes at you with a scowl. “No, I… just… I can’t—” You couldn’t form sentences when his tip was literally bumping your nose. You attempted to pull away and it didn’t seem like he allowed you to when he grasped your hair tightly until his dick was touching your cheek. “You know what, that’s it,” He grabbed you by the hair and threw you at the centre of the bed before he took off his pants completely. “I’ve had enough of you.” He said as he crawled onto the bed with you and gave you a wet kiss on the lips. You were flabbergasted when you felt his tongue enter your mouth before exploring every part of it with a swift slide. Your hands found their way to his shoulders and groped it tightly until you were sure they were leaving marks.

When he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, you only then realise you did not have your top on and you were practically half naked whilst he was jerking off. His hands found their way to the valley of your breasts as his lips began moving to the spot where he bit you. Suckling on it, you felt the pain slowly be washed away with his saliva coating the wound. “I’m glad you didn’t die,” Haechan spoke against your skin and you could feel the heat and vibration from his words. His lips kissed lower and lower until they left a trail leading your bellybutton. “or i wouldn’t have had—” He left a peck to your crotch. “the chance to fuck you.” Haechan looked up at you from his position as he slowly removed your silk pyjama shorts with his teeth.

Once it was off, he kissed your clit from over your panties before a quiet moan was heard from you. “But thinking about it,” He raised his head and played with your heat with two of his digits. “I would’ve fucked you whether you’re alive or not.” His gaze was fixed at the way his fingers made the fabric of your panties darken in colour, making it soaked in your wetness. “So wet… All this just because of me?” He chuckled with the tip of his fingers prodding at your entrance. “Haechan, that’s enough.” You reached lower to grip his wrist, stopping him from moving any further. “What? You don’t want this?” Haechan looked up at you with disinterest. You knew it wouldn’t matter whether you wanted it or not. He would always have it his way. “I have a huge presentation tomorrow and I can’t risk ruining it for this.” You sighed.

At that, he laughed. Loud. “Oh sweetheart, you ruined it already.” He chuckled. Confused, you looked at him with your brows knitted together. “What do you mean? How long have I been gone for?” You questioned. “Four days, more or less. Usually the victims would wake up within 2 weeks at most. Some even die. But you didn’t! So congratulations to you!” He grinned widely. “What?!” You scrambled out of bed but you were immediately pulled back and pushed to your previous position. “We aren’t done.” His eyes bore holes into your skull but the rage was starting to fill your brain. “You asshole! You knew I had a presentation the next day and you still bit me! Couldn’t you have looked for someone else?! Someone willing and did not have a presentation to show?! How inconsiderate of you!” You propped yourself up on your right elbow as you hit him continuously with your left hand on his chest. But his lack of reaction was killing you.

Watching his eyes, you followed his gaze until they stopped at your breasts, jiggling every time you hit him. “You fucking pervert!” You pulled at his still-hard cock harshly to catch his attention and a quiet scream was heard from him before he fell and hovered over you. “What the fuck was that for?” One of his hands that were by your head reached for his dick and he was seen beating it right after. “You were being a stupid pervert. You still are!” You raised your hands and twisted his nipples until he was super vocal and collapsed on top of your body. “Get— Off me!” You attempted to push him away but in one swift moment, he was manhandling you to lay flat on your front against the sheets with his dick between your ass cheeks. “Haechan, stop!” You gripped his wrists that were once again by your head.

“You’re right. I am a pervert,” Haechan began thrusting himself up and down as his groans filled the room. “But only when it comes to you.” He kissed your back softly as he ran his hands over it. His slow thrusts gradually grew faster and faster until you yourself subconsciously started to clap your cheeks around him. “You’re a dick for this y’know.” You said as you continued grinding yourself on him. “Shh…” He shushed you with a squeeze on the neck from behind. His low groans turn to high-pitched whimpers as his hands reached your hair and began tugging on it. “Fuck, Y/n…” Haechan whispered into your ear. “So… Hot…” His voice became unsteady you could feel him twitching down there, but before he came he flipped you around and ordered you to open your mouth for him with a slight tug at your jaw with his thumb.

“You trust me or no?” He raised an eyebrow. “No.” You bit back with a glare. “Well, you have to.” Haechan prodded his tip at your lips. “Open up. Hurry.” He pushed it against you again. With a grimace, you parted your lips before engulfing his cock into the warm of your mouth. Without wasting much time, he got on one knee and placed one hand between the strands of your hair and the other by your head before pushing his length deeper into you and already starting off with a reckless pace. He was so deep into you you were sure he could see himself bulging in your throat. You tried to hold in your gags but the minute he groans loudly you were seen choking and tapping rapidly on his thigh. It wasn’t like you wanted him to stop though, although you may act like it. You were actually enjoying this. A little.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” Haechan rammed your throat rougher until the bed was all shaky and wobbly. You were afraid he would break it. “Hglagleglcglhgl,” You tried to call for him but the dick in your throat wasn’t complying. Haechan had to stifle a laugh at the sound of your voice. “What was… shit— What was that, sweetheart?” He fucked into you deeper, almost as if he didn’t want you to answer. More incoherent words were said but all of them went unbothered by Haechan. One last snap of his hips was what it took for him to finally release himself inside your throat with his cock still inside you longer than usual. Again, you tapped rapidly on his thigh for him to pull out of you and he finally did, hesitantly. Instantly, you choked on his cum and it leaked out of the corners of your mouth.

Haechan saw this and decided to take matters into his own hands. “Swallow it.” He pushed back the remains of his cum into your parted lips, making sure you swallowed everything ‘till the very last bit. You were sure you looked fucked out as hell right now but you couldn’t complain on it. Your throat feels to sore for you to even whisper. “Aww what happened to you? Cat got your tongue? You were a yapping duck earlier.” He commented to which he received a glare from you. Rolling your eyes, you looked to the side and attempted to sleep but that went to no avail when Haechan suddenly pulled you by the jaw to look at him. “What are you doing? The main part hasn’t even begun yet.” He eyed you up and down. You shook your head side to side with furrowed brows and mouthed the words, ‘I’m tired.’ to him.

“Well I, don’t care. Now get on all fours.” He said. When you didn’t listen to him, he inched closer to you until you were a kiss away and opened his mouth. “Or are you too fucked out to even move?” His voice was a low hush when he spoke which you found oddly attractive. Propping yourself up, you turned yourself around and went into the position he requested. Jutting up your hips a little for him. “That’s it. Good job.” Haechan ran a hand over your back and the dip. Slowly, he got on his knees and pushed your panties aside just for him to dig his nose slightly into your entrance before taking a big whiff of how you smell. “God, you smell amazing.” He licked a long stripe from your clit to your hole which earned a hiss from you at the feeling of his cold tongue.

Suddenly, you felt his fingers gathering your wetness before entering you gently. You and Haechan both moaned in unison. Him because of the heat and you because of the pleasure. Your throat was still sore but the pleasure was taking over. Starting off slow, he pushed and pulled his two fingers inside of you before pumping them at a hurried pace. You moaned loudly at the feeling as you gripped tighter at the sheets. Your right hand immediately covered your mouth at the embarrassment before Haechan pulled it away from you harshly. “Don’t you dare.” You rolled your eyes even if you knew he couldn’t see you. He’s acting like a fucking jerk. With his fingers still moving inside of you, you felt something prodding at your other hole as he spitted onto it. Without warning, he pushes himself into you and he groaned audibly. You let out a loud whine at how full you feel with his fingers (now four) and his cock filling you up. Oh how nice it would be if there was another cock to fuck your mouth again.

“You serious?” Fuck. I forgot he could read minds. To distract him, you moaned a little louder and looked back at him with droopy eyes and a slightly parted mouth. It seemed to work when he suddenly thrusts into you harder and faster until you felt like could feel him grazing your heart. “Shit, Y/n… Never been fucked in the ass? You’re s-so tight…” He slapped your left cheek with his unoccupied hand. Leaving a big red mark on it. “Don’t underestim-mate me, sicko.” You said as he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. “Whatever you say, pretty.” Haechan pressed his thumbs to your back dimples and that was when you could feel your orgasm coming close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Haechan! Shit— I’m so close… so close…” You were basically blabbering at this point. “Mmh me too. Me too…” Tugging at your hair, his hips rutted into you brutally before he released his warm load into you. Pulling out reluctantly, he took his fingers and filled the overflowing cum from your asshole into your entrance, mixing it with your release. “Now you’re gonna get all these vampire babies into you.” Haechan smiled cutely at you when you turned to look at him in horror. Turning around, you clenched your thighs together to make sure none of it dripped onto your sheets.

With your voice rough and hoarse from the earlier session, you yelled,

“You are such an asshole!”

After that night, you didn’t really see him again. Maybe a few chats here and there but never really a full-on conversation. You were quite disappointed but you were also relieved. Until today.

It was 10pm and it’s Mark’s birthday today so you decided to surprise him at his house. Mark recently told you that his bell stopped working and he’d thought of changing it to a new one but he never really did. So with wine in your left hand and casserole in the other, you knocked happily in Mark’s door. A few seconds passed and you figured you should call for him. “Mark? It’s me, Y/n!” Another minute passed and you knocked on his door again. But still, no response. Growing impatient, you called Mark’s phone but it gave you the same result. You tried this multiple times until you finally gave up and decided to try the door. So you did. Twisting the knob, you realised all this time his door wasn’t locked.

You were a little mad at yourself for not exploring earlier but you tried to cheer yourself up since you’re going to celebrate your best friend’s birthday today. Walking further into his house, you looked around the place. It was chilly and bright so he probably got back home a few hours prior. Besides, he called you at 7pm so you trust he’s home. Just then, you heard chattering in his living room so you decided to check it out, joy flowing out of you like a river. When you reached the living room, you almost dropped the wine bottle and casserole at the sight. There stood Mark at the centre of his living room about to get bitten by none other that Lee Haechan himself. “Mark!” You placed the food on a nearby table and rushed towards Mark.

“Y/n!” He immediately hugged you when he saw you. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Before Mark could reply, Haechan was quick to pull you away from him. “What are you doing here?” He squinted at you. “I should be asking you the same thing.” You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him. After the night you spent together, you were more comfortable around him now. No longer afraid. You watched as he glanced at a terrified Mark before pulling you to the hallway close to the front door.

“Stop trying to ruin my chance!” Haechan said in a quiet yell. “If you are to feed, don’t do it to my friend.” You warned. “Why not? You think after we fucked I’m gonna care for you or something? Let me tell you this, I don’t fucking care, Y/n. So leave us the fuck alone.” He threw you a look before marching towards Mark again. Hesitantly, you grabbed onto his arm to prevent him from moving any further. “What if he doesn’t survive?” You looked to the ground in worry. Releasing himself from your hold roughly, he leaned closer to your face and whispered, “I don’t fucking care.” and with that he left.

At first, you let him walk away. Let him take Mark. But you knew you couldn’t. So before Haechan got the chance to penetrate his fangs into Mark’s bloodstream, you once again pulled him away. “I swear to God, Y/n. If you don’t—”

“I’ll look for something you can feed on! You once said you can drink animal blood right? I can go buy some meat from the grocery store right now if you promised not to touch Mark.” You plead as you looked at Haechan hopefully. You were pretty sure Mark knew everything about Haechan now but you could still sense the fear coming from him. “Y/n. Animal blood don’t feel or taste as good. And even if, I still wouldn’t drink animal blood. But, if you don’t want me to hurt your little Markie here so bad…” Haechan inched closer to you until you were barely a foot away. “Then maybe you should just let me have you.” You knew exactly what he meant when he raised a hand to play with the curls in your hair and the way they faltered at the slight graze against your skin.

You considered it for a second. Peering at Mark who had his eyes wide and his head shaking side to side. “Y/n, don’t.” Pretending you didn’t hear him, you turn back to look at a smug Haechan who had a stupid smirk on his face and walked closer to him. Placing a hand at the back of his neck, you pulled him toward you and looked at the ground with a heavy heart.

“If that’s what it takes…”

thinking of doing a part 2 featuring a threesome w markhyuck 🤭🤭 also, if there are any mistakes, pls lmk!!

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