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꒰ 💋 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；sanguine ❜

* pairing: vampire!heeseung x afab!reader

* tags: smut, mentions of blood, dom/sub dynamics, mild degradation (m. receiving), cunnilingus, handjob (mutual), edging (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), piv sex, exhibitionism, heeseung's a brat

* summary: heeseung, your lab partner for alchemy, is acting strange over a blood-red potion you both accidentally brew in the evening.

* word count: 6k

* a/n: here you go darlings, hope you enjoy ❤️‍🔥 please have a lovely day !! and if there are any mistakes, please don't hesitate to let me know and i'll fix it <33

The blood-red liquid in the flask stares at you in an almost menacing way and you squint at it in return, wondering what the hell did you do wrong this time. Did you boil it too long? Or maybe you used the wrong ingredients?

No, that’s not possible, you triple checked all the ingredients and the amount before using it. Perhaps you missed a step? Giving out a frustrated sigh, you push your hair back with your hand.

You turn to look at your lab partner, maybe he knows what’s going on but as soon as you do, your breath briefly catches in your throat. Heeseung’s staring at the flask that’s in your hand in a really weird manner.

As the seconds roll by, you watch as his brown doe eyes widen slightly, his pupils dilating, his stare becoming more and more intense. He even licks his lips and takes an audible gulp. It’s as if the potion has him entranced just by existing.

“Heeseung.”

Your voice doesn’t catch his attention so you opt to snap your fingers right in front of his face. In response, he blinks once, then twice, then shakes his head and turns towards you. Giving you a sheepish smile, he apologises for zoning out.

Despite saying so, his eyes go back to staring at the flask in the same weird manner again after you put it down on the flask rack. It makes you feel confused, what is this potion?

Wanting to find some answers, you start searching through your alchemy textbook. Too occupied to pay attention to your surroundings, you don’t notice what Heeseung’s doing until it’s too late. When you do notice, he’s already got his hand on the flask and is now drinking the potion.

“Heeseung, wait, no!”

Quickly grabbing the flask away from him, you start nagging at him, “Are you crazy? What’s wrong with you? You can’t just be drinking any potion that you see, we don’t even know what this is!”

But his eyes are spaced out and you’re pretty sure that he’s a goner, not even here anymore. A drop of red liquid trails down from the corner of his mouth to his chin and he doesn’t even bother to wipe it away. He just keeps on staring at the damn flask in your hand.

Because of the way he’s acting, you’re prompted to throw the whole potion inside the sink in front of you. You hear him whine as the last drop of potion disappears into the drain.

“Goddamn, I know you’re a vampire and all but come on, don’t you have any self-control? When was the last time you feed?”

As soon as you’re done dumping the contents of the flask, you give it a shake, making sure there’s nothing left of the potion. Immediately after, you feel his body slump against you, his head buried in your neck.

Surprised at his sudden action, you take a step back in response, trying to balance yourself and him. Then, gently placing the flask down on the table, you rest your hand on his head while your other hand rests on his shoulder.

You both stay like that for a while, him not doing anything except breathing heavily in your neck and you just wondering why what the hell is going on.

Then, all of a sudden, you feel lightheaded; your heart starts beating faster and there are suddenly butterflies in your stomach. Your knees start getting weak and you have to rest your hand on the table to steady yourself. It’s also getting harder to get your eyes and brain to focus on the situation in front of you.

And then he does something; he licks the side of your neck. That’s when it hits you and you kind of realise what he’s trying to do.

“Are you trying to feed on me?”

Although he doesn’t answer you verbally, his actions tell you his answer loud and clear. As soon as you feel his fangs graze against your neck, you tightly grip his hair and roughly pull his head backwards. That earns you a sharp hiss.

In his dizzied state, he somehow manages to choke out, “Please?”

Feeling sorry for him, you wonder how long he hasn’t been feeding for him to be this desperate. As he looks at you with lustful eyes, you ask him, “Do you want me to call Jay?”

You slowly let go of your grip and continue in a soft tone, “I don’t know what to do in situations like this…”

Heeseung just stares at you intensely and licks his lips in response, most likely focusing all his energy on keeping his seductive trance on you. Closing your eyes, you do your best to control yourself since it’s obvious that it’s up to you to control the situation right now and although it’s hard to resist him, you try.

That doesn’t mean you succeed though. Because the moment he starts whining in your ear, you move him so that he’s the one leaning on the table now. Your lips quickly attach themselves to his and despite his initial shock, he melts into you rather quickly.

Moaning into your mouth, he pulls you in closer to him — so close that your bodies are pressed up against each other. As he lets your tongue ravage his, your heart begins to beats faster and your head begins to get dizzy.

Practically feeling your self-control slipping, Heeseung can’t help but smirk to himself as you start trailing kisses on his neck. He lets out a soft moan when he feels you biting his neck — he can’t help it, vampires are more sensitive than everybody else.

His body rocks into yours and although he really likes what he’s feeling right now, he’s so terribly desperate for some blood and he can’t really keep up his seductive trance on you anymore since it’s draining too much of his energy. So he lets go of his grip on you, not physically though.

Slowly, your senses start coming back to you and you blink as your eyes adjust. Taking advantage of your still dizzy state, he whispers to you in a low tone, “Want to trade?”

Despite still being a bit dizzy, his words pique your curiosity. You hum at him, encouraging him to explain what he means.

“My body for your blood.”

Okay, now you’re really interested. Since you’re back to your normal state, you’re fully aware of what’s going on and fully in control of your actions now. Still, you can’t help but blink at him, a little dazedly, not sure if you heard him correctly or not — not sure if this is just a fragment of your imagination or not.

Does he really mean that he’ll have sex with you just for a bit of your blood? This situation seems absurd to you, especially when taken into consideration how you know that Heeseung doesn’t have sex with just anybody.

It’s obvious because you’ve never once heard anybody talking about how it was like having sex with Heeseung and you’re sure that if someone did have sex with him, they would brag about it to hell. And you can’t blame them because you’d do the same. What can you say? Heeseung’s a really hot vampire.

But maybe your mind is in the gutter and he doesn’t really mean sex — which is a more logical situation. Maybe he just means doing service related stuff like carrying your bag to class or buying you lunch?

Just as you are about to ask him to clarify what he means, he whispers in your ear with the same low tone he used before, “Whatever you want from me.”

“Whatever”… that means…

Yeah, it totally means sex. And just to be sure you got the right message, he looks at you in the eye and continues, “I know you want me. You wouldn’t have been all over me if you didn’t.”

“Now, hold up. I think I should remind you that you used your seductive trance on me.”

He smirks at that. “I mean, yeah but you still wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t want me. The trance doesn’t make you do stuff you don’t want to do, you know. It just makes you honest and impulsive… like a truth serum.”

You narrow your eyes on him, contemplating your choices. Truthfully, you’re not much of a fan of getting blood sucked right out of you.

Looking at you with a pleading look, he tries to coax you into agreeing with the trade, “Please? You can have my body. Hell, do whatever you want to me. Just give me a bit of your blood. I’m so thirsty right now, please?”

There are so many questions you’d like to ask him; why you? Why not just get Jay to get him a packet of animal blood? Will it hurt? How much is he going to take? What about the side effects?

As if he can sense your thoughts, he rests his hand on your waist and pulls you in closer, “Come on, please? I’ll be a really good boy for you.”

Sighing, you tell him seriously, “Hee baby, I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

But he’s already shutting you and your thoughts up with a kiss — one that turns heated really quickly. Since he obviously doesn’t know how intense you can be, you’re going to show it to him.

As your tongue goes to explore every inch of his mouth, he lets out a soft moan, not even bothering to fight for dominance. By the time you pull away from him and rest your forehead on his, one of your hands is already palming him through his pants while the other covers his mouth, forcing him to stay quiet.

He can’t help but whine as he slightly grinds into your hand, his breathing heavy and his eyes full of lust. His hands leave your waist — one goes to your wrist (the one that’s palming him), gripping it tightly while the other goes on the table behind him for support. You push your palm against him more and he whines again, throwing his head back.

Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whisper to him, “Are you really that desperate so much that you’re willing to whore yourself out just for some blood?”

Unable to deny, he can only nod and gasp in response, his grip on your wrist tightens.

“So desperate that you’re willing to be my slut, huh?”

You feel him shiver for a bit before he nods again. He stares at you with half-lidded eyes for a while until you finally get the memo that he wants to say something. Letting him speak, you move your hand that was on his mouth to play with the neckline of his t-shirt.

“But like, can we not do it here?”

You laugh at that. “Where then?”

“My room?”

How could you ever say no to this man? You give him a nod in agreement but something crosses your mind — you’re curious about one thing.

“What are you gonna do about this though?” He bites his lip as you say that, his ears turning a soft shade of red as you continue to press your hand against the bulge in his pants.

Quickly taking off his black jacket, you take a step back from him as he ties the arms around his waist. It doesn’t hide much but it’ll do. Besides, you don’t really care much about it. That’s more of a him problem.

“There, let’s go.” Grabbing your hand in his, he starts pulling you to the door but you, being a responsible university student, remind him, “Hee baby, I know you’re impatient but we gotta clean up first.”

He groans at that. Nevertheless, he doesn’t complain and quickly cleans everything up with you.

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The walk to his room is quick since it’s quite close to the lab. When you both get there, he asks you to wait outside for a moment. It’s not a big deal for you so you wait outside in the hallway while he does whatever he’s doing, maybe doing some last-minute cleaning.

By the time the door opens again — which isn’t long, a confused Jay steps out. He notices you standing there and you see a spark of realisation in his eyes, the confusion on his face disappears instantly.

“Hey, Jay.”

He smiles at you and just laughs in response, saying he’ll be back at 10 and to have fun. You watch as his silhouette disappears out of your view and by that time, Heeseung’s already pulling you into his room.

Once you’re inside, he traps you against the door, body pressing against yours, his hands on your hips and his thigh in between your legs. His lips immediately meet yours in a fierce and passionate kiss.

It doesn’t take him long before he pulls away from you and starts kissing down your neck. It feels good and you love neck kisses but you know what he’s trying to do.

Keeping your guard up, you run your hand through his hair and grind into his thigh. He starts licking the side of your neck and you don’t know how he’s so good at this, he almost makes you forget, almost makes you drop your guard down with every move of his tongue against your neck.

Fortunately for you, you feel it immediately; the feeling of his fangs against your skin. It prompts you to grip his hair and roughly pull it back. He whines in response. “Be patient. You don’t get a taste of me until you’ve earned it, understand?”

You let go of your grip on his hair as he hums, signalling his understanding of the situation.

“Now get on the bed.”

“What are you going to do if I say no?” He says as he gives you a teasing smile.

Oh? So he wants to be a bit of a brat now, huh?

Well, that’s perfectly fine with you, you’ll put him in his place. Grabbing his hips, you forcefully push and move him back. He stumbles a bit as you guide him to his bed — at least, you hope it’s his bed, it seems like it’s his bed.

Eventually, you push him and he falls into it. Wasting no time, you climb on top of him. Pinning his hands down on both sides of his head, you bring your lips near his ear and say to him, “If you’re gonna be a brat, Heeseung, just know that I make brats cry.”

He doesn’t get a chance to reply to you because you’re already kissing him again, all hot and rough. It makes him hard to keep up with you and eventually he just lets you kiss him like that, your tongue once again exploring his mouth. Your hands push down on his and he laces them together, moaning a bit when he feels you push his hands harder against the sheets.

Pulling away from him, you press your leg against the budge in his pants and start trailing kisses down his neck. When he feels your tongue on his neck, he can’t help but throw his head back as he grinds into your leg. It makes you lose control, he makes you lose control. You just want to ruin him, hear his sweet voice beg for you.

“Fuck, we need a safe word because I want to ruin you so bad you don’t even know.”

It’s when you start biting he starts getting noisy. All his gasps and moans start coming out but he manages to choke out the first word that comes into his head, “Apple.”

“Our safe word is apple?”

Heeseung feels his heart beat faster at that, your words repeat in his head; our safe word is apple? God, he wants to do this again with you and he’s not even talking about sex since you two haven’t even gotten there yet. He just wants to be with you, spend time with you, make you happy, make you feel good. And although it’s obvious that Heeseung’s not the type to have sex just for fun but for you, he doesn’t care. He’d let you use his body any time… because it’s yours anyway, he thinks.

He doesn’t want to scare you off or ruin the moment though, so he keeps his question for another time and tells you, “Yeah.”

“Say it again,” you say as your hand lets go of his and starts palming him.

“A-apple,” he stutters, his head starting to get hazy.

“Good boy.”

He practically melts at your praise. It looks like you just found out one of his kinks. Your mind is already starting to think of ways to use that to your advantage because one thing’s for sure; you’re gonna make him beg. You’re not sure if that’s gonna be easy or hard but that’s what makes it fun.

Sitting up, you straddle him. Your hands move to unbutton his pants but just as you’re about to free his dick, you hear a phone ring. A bit annoyed, you look in the direction where the sound is coming from.

“Undress. By the time I come back, I want you naked,” you say to him as you make your way towards the phone.

He doesn’t even tell you that it’s his phone and not yours, he doesn’t really care either way. Besides, he’s curious about what you’re going to say.

You find the phone on his desk, amongst other stuff including books, pencils and even empty blood bags that you pay no attention to. You put the phone at your ear as soon as you accept the call, not even looking at the caller ID.

The sound of a feminine voice whining captures your attention, “Heeseung baby, finally you picked up my calls! Where are you?”

Feeling a bit weirded out, you look at the phone. You give a quiet chuckle when you realise that Heeseung didn’t even save this person’s number. You’re about to look back at Heeseung until you feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his naked body.

He feels so good like this — his built chest pressing against your back, his head in your neck, you feel his hard-on against your back too. He’s being a brat again because one of his hands is starting to grope your breasts underneath your shirt while the other starts making its way to your cunt.

“Who is it?” He whispers to you as he plays with your boob, kneading it in his hand. His other hand is already underneath your underwear and he’s rubbing circles against your wet cunt. He’s so good at this too and you let him continue while you return your attention to the person on the other side of the call.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” You ask, not even hiding your heavy breathing.

The person seems outraged, given by their tone of voice when they reply, “Who the fuck are you and why are you answering Heeseung’s phone?”

It makes you want to laugh but before you’re able to do that, Heeseung inserts a finger inside you and starts kissing your neck. His grip on your breast tightens as he pinches your nipple, all the while thrusting his finger as deep as it can go inside you.

You don’t even bother to hide your moan, telling him to keep going, “Yeah, just like that Hee baby. God, you’re doing so good, you feel so good.”

Feeling his dick twitch against your back from the praise that you gave him, he continues his actions with more intensity. You’re sure that he can hear the other person on the line and you’re not sure what their relationship is but you don’t care because right now, Heeseung is yours and you’re gonna make this person know that.

Meanwhile, this person is more than outraged, even more so when you tell her, “Sorry babe, Heeseung’s mine,” and hang up the call. When you finally put down the phone, Heeseung starts speaking.

“Sorry about that, I don’t know her, she’s been stalking me like crazy. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he says in his usual soft tone, worried that you might get the wrong idea.

But you really couldn’t care less. You grab his hands and reluctantly pull them off you. Then, you spin around so that you’re now facing him. He quickly breaks eye contact with you, knowing that he’s gonna get it now for being a brat… and yet he can’t contain the thrill and excitement in him. It makes him smile teasingly at you despite not being able to look you in the eye.

Grabbing his face in your hand, you make him look at you. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the intensity in your eyes. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him in closer to you. He thought you were going to kiss him but instead you only pull his head closer because you wanted to whisper something in his ear, “Is there any way that I could mark you?”

He bites his lip at that. The thought of you marking him turns him on more than he’d like to admit. He’d love for you to be able to leave marks on his skin and he’d definitely show it off, he doesn’t care who sees, he wants everyone to know that only you can mark him, that he belongs to somebody and that somebody just happens to be you. But alas, there’s not really any way to mark a vampire if you’re human.

“I… I don’t think so,” he tells you softly after thinking about it, “My skin would heal way too quickly.”

Just to be sure, you try it out. Your lips attach themselves to his neck and as you bite hard on it, a loud gasp falls out of his mouth. He doesn’t complain though and albeit you know that you probably shouldn’t take advantage of that, you still do.

So you bite him again, this time, sucking hard on his skin right after. He holds onto you as you do that to keep himself steady, trembling a bit. When you’re done, you pull away to look at it.

Unfortunately, he’s telling the truth. You watch as the bruise you left quickly heals itself, turning a shade of red back to the colour of his skin. In your opinion, it healed itself way too quickly for a vampire who hasn’t fed in like a week… but then again, you’re not a vampire so what do you know?

He notices you pouting and suddenly remembers something, “Um… but there is… scent?”

“Scent?”

“Yeah, scent. Um, a human probably won’t notice it but others would.

That’s true though. Despite being full human, you already know that everyone else’s sense of smell is very sensitive, so sensitive that they can probably smell you on him from miles away. Okay, that’s obviously an exaggeration but yeah, that works… you guess.

“How long does it last?”

“A couple of days, I guess.”

“Is there really no other way?”

“Not unless you’re a vampire too,” he bares his fangs at you with a smile right after he says that.

Hm, fair enough. Deciding to let it go, you tell him to get on the bed as you start taking your clothes off. Surprisingly, he obeys and does so rather quickly with no teasing comments whatsoever. So he can be obedient, you think to yourself. That means he’ll beg.

He sits down at the edge of the bed and watches you strip down. You don’t have to look at him to know that his eyes are hungry, just taking in every single inch of your bare skin. Pulling down your soaked underwear, you finally make your way towards him.

You know he wants you on top of him. That’s obvious, he’s ready to pull you down onto the bed with him but you have other plans. As soon as you’re standing in front of him, his hands go out to touch your waist but you swat them away.

As he looks up at you in desperation, you grip his hair, throw one leg over his shoulder and pull him into your cunt. Like an obedient puppy, he immediately parts his lips and starts eating you out — licking into you, sucking on your clit, lapping at your juices. You can’t help but moan at the sensation of his tongue on your cunt.

It takes him a while to figure out what you like but he eventually gets there. Your grip on his hair tightens and you start panting when he starts tongue-fucking you.

The feel of his hot tongue inside you just drives you insane. It makes you grind against his face. When he pulls his tongue out to swirl it in circles around your cunt, you’re unable to stop yourself from inserting two of your fingers inside you.

The thrusting of your fingers combined with the sensation of his tongue on you drives you to the edge. There’s a knot in your stomach and you can feel your climax approaching.

Heeseung feels it too and he intensifies his actions to help you get there. You pull his face into your cunt and he moans, the vibrations sending you to a frenzy so much that you start rambling, “Damn, you’re so good at this. Keep going, baby. I’m so close. You’re doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my god.”

With three fingers inside you and a final thrust, along with Heeseung sucking your clit, you let out a loud moan when you finally reach your climax.

Your legs start to weaken and for a moment, you’re worried that you might fall but he has you, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist and thigh. He keeps on eating you out as you ride the waves of your orgasm, lapping up all the juices coming out of you.

When you finally get back to your senses, you notice the whole room smells like sex now and you know you have to apologise to Jay later. It seems the smell has intoxicated both you and Heeseung. You see his eyes start getting hazy, no doubt his mind is a bit dizzy too.

You push him down on the bed and press your body against his. Gripping his cock with one hand, you say in his ear, “I was going to punish you for being a brat.”

He moans and bucks into your hand as you start stroking it quickly, “But you’ve been good and you did well. So I guess I’m letting you off this time.”

He whines your name in your ear as you speed up the pace and you continue, “Do you think you’ve been a good boy?”

Throwing his head back and letting out a loud moan, he nods and says, “ Yes.”

You chuckle at that, you know he hasn’t been very good. Recalling that phone call scene earlier, you continue to pump him while your other hand starts playing with his nipples. “Really? I don’t think so though? Remember that phone call scene earlier?”

He drags out a moan, he can’t focus when you’re being like this to him. Deciding to tease him for a bit just like how he teased you earlier, you start leaving bruises on his neck with your mouth — at least, you attempt to.

And albeit your attempt will forever be just an attempt, it’s still fun to see him squirm under you. His every reaction is delicious, every moan, every hiss, the look on his face when your fingers play with his tip, the look on his face when you pinch his nipples, ugh, you just love it.

Eventually, he tells you he’s close and you increase your intensity and pace. Right at the last moment right before he’s about to cum, you stop touching him completely, pulling your hands away from him.

He whines your name loudly at the loss of your touch and his orgasm. Staring at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands beside each side of his head, he breathes heavily as he contemplates what to do.

But before he could do anything, you’re already sitting up. “You got a condom?”

He nods and replies, “Yeah, at the desk.”

“Good, because if you don’t, I would’ve edge you 5 times before I let you cum,” you say as you get off of him and make your way towards his desk.

Hiding the upper part of his face with his arm, he bites his swollen lip and tries to calm himself down because if he doesn’t calm down, he’s going to cum real fast. Being a vampire doesn’t help, nor you edging him because now he’s the most sensitive he’s ever been.

Breathe in, breathe out, he tells himself.

“Here you go.” You toss him the condom.

You watch him put it on as you tell him, “By the way, I threw away the empty blood bags, I don’t know why you didn’t throw them in the trash.”

“Ah, yeah, I forgot about them,” he sheepishly replies.

“Clean up after yourself, that’s been there for at least a couple of days, no?”

He looks at you in confusion, but before he can comment on it further, you’re back on top of him. You ask him if he’s ready and he grabs your hips and replies, “Wait, no, I’m so sensitive, give me a minute, please.”

Of course, you don’t listen to him. Instead, you continuously grind your cunt into his dick and relish in the reactions and sounds that he makes. He grinds into you too, his body rocking into yours as he arches his back from the pleasure.

Fuck, he’s not even inside you yet but he can already feel his orgasm coming. He’s so close and his jerky movements and constant moaning are proof of that.

Meanwhile, you, you’re soaking wet again. You want his dick inside you yet you vowed to yourself that you won’t put his dick inside you unless he begs for it. So you keep grinding against him.

Suddenly, you feel his hands grab your hips, you hear him say your name in an exasperated tone. “Please, I’m so close, please.”

It’s so fun watching him like this, all wrecked and desperate, desperate to be inside you, desperate to cum. You can’t help but tease him again, he’s just so cute like this. He brings out the sadist in you.

You don’t stop until his orgasm comes close again. For the second time this evening, you stop him from cumming, lifting yourself off of him right before he was about to cum.

“Shit.”

It’s the first time you hear him swear. Despite swearing, the tone of his voice is still soft like usual. He even manages to make swear words sound soft. It makes you want to hear him swear again but you’ve already been cruel to him enough for the day. You stare at him in slight awe as you let him compose himself for a minute.

When he gets back to his senses, he starts groaning. His hand covers the front of his face again. Just by looking at him, you know that you’ve already broken him so much that he’s just begging non-stop now.

He’s a mess under you as he begs you desperately, “Please don’t do this to me, please, please don’t do this to me, please-”

“Shh… okay, okay, I got you.”

“Please.”

You hum at him as you insert his dick inside you. Moaning at the feeling of him filling you up, you start moving. Your movements are rushed since you don’t want to torture him any longer. Heeseung doesn’t stop begging you, he just gets louder as time goes on, moaning in between pleas every time you thrust into him.

He doesn’t even have the energy to thrust into you anymore so you adjust yourself a bit so that he could hit your g-spot. A couple of thrusts later and the familiar feeling comes to you again, the knot in your stomach — you’re close.

“You’re close?” you ask him.

He nods his head in response, begging you to let him cum and to not edge him again. You kiss him and that shuts him up — well not really because he doesn’t stop moaning, but he does stop speaking.

As your tongue swirls with his, you pinch his nipples one last time and that’s enough to send him on the edge. He arches his back into you and gasps as he finally gets his release. You keep going, helping him ride the waves of his orgasm and soon, you’re cumming too.

Slowing down your movements, you eventually lay on top of him, panting in his ear. Heeseung’s arms wrap around you, he’s panting too and still has a dazed just-been-fucked look on his face.

Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he says to you in a soft voice, “Thank you.”

It’s obvious that he’s spent and you’re glad you both had a good time. You run your hand through his hair and give him tons of praises, “No, no, thank you for being so good to me. You did so well, such a good boy for me, thank you so much. I’m sorry if I went too far.”

He laughs at that, the laugh you usually hear coming from him — rich and cheerful, like it could light up the whole world. You’ve heard it before, it’s hard to miss it since his laugh is melodic and catches your attention all the time… but you’ve never made him laugh, this is the first time.

Feeling a bit of warmth inside you, you smile at him as he whispers, “It was fun… I enjoyed it.”

Can we do it again later? It doesn’t have to be just this one time. He wants to say that to you but he’s scared that you’ll reject him, scared that he’ll blow his chances. So instead, he bites his lip and keeps his mouth shut.

Suddenly, you remember the deal you two had. “Oh yeah, you can have some of my blood now I guess.”

His laidback teasing personality begins to make its comeback as he smirks at you and says in a teasing tone, “Oh? But I’m full though.”

Looking at him in confusion, you reply, “But weren’t you desperate for some blood earlier? When was the last time you feed?”

“just a few minutes ago, when I got in my room.”

You look at him confusedly, as if looking at him would answer all the questions in your head and would explain everything that you’re not understanding. Sensing your confusion, he continues, “Jay got me some blood packets and I drank them before I let you in.”

Oh. “But the deal?”

Perking up at you, he can’t help his genuine smile when he tells you, “Next time then. I’ll call you when I’m hungry.”

Chuckling at that, you agree with him. After all, he did give you a good time. Plus, you’re not the kind of person to break off a deal when you’ve already had your fill.

You move to get off him but he won’t let you, wrapping his arms around you tighter and whining in your neck. “Stay with me… unless you got somewhere to be?”

“It’s getting dark.”

“I’ll walk you home.” A moment of silence passes by and he continues, “Please?”

How can you say no to this man? Especially when he’s giving you such a pleading look with his cute doe eyes. You nod at him and let him pull you back into him. Despite his built body, he feels really soft �� just like his personality, and you relax into him as time goes by, enjoying the moment you have left with him before Jay comes back.

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clrkive · 4 months ago

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Omg this is so-

「 🖤 」：summer miracle [2/2]

genre: smut⠀ (☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞ 18+ only!!

pairing: dom!reader x sub!heeseung

warnings: dom/sub, unprotected sex (use condoms plz~), worshipping, cursing

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in the dimness of the room, illuminated only by moonlight, it seems as if time has stopped. the shining of the stars, the quiet rustle of the tree crowns, the sounds of grasshoppers whispering in the grass, everything creates some kind of mystical, magical halo of a dream, a completely different universe. you kiss heeseung once, twice, three times, and it's not enough for you, because the guy lying under you is definitely almost the most precious thing you have.

someone could start convincing you that saying such big words about some kind of first love is utter madness, but you just brush off these thoughts, tasting heeseung's warm tongue around your tongue again and again. madness?

madness is the obvious need with which you pull your lover's sweater with your fingers and mumble when he moves closer to you so that you can remove this unnecessary, seemingly superfluous item of clothing from him. why do you need clothes now, at a time when more than anything else in the world you want to enjoy your boy the way he is, without embellishments?

you gently kiss his lips one more time and pull away to evaluate the results of your efforts: his slightly swollen lips, disheveled hair and a bright blush that you can see even in the dim light.

so beautiful and so yours, absolutely perfect from whatever side you look.

everything about him, from the top of his head to his toes, seems divine, and you can't wait to at least mentally return him to where he most likely comes from - to heaven.

a smile blooms on your face, and heeseung seems to be lost, not knowing what exactly makes you so happy. his eyes widen slightly in a bambi-like way, he periodically looks away while you are looking at him, and then begins to cover his already naked chest, not knowing where to put himself. you're laughing.

“baby, do you wanna hide?”

“you're laughing at me..”

“i'm laughing because i'm happy..”

your words pierce through his heart, and he raises his big doe eyes to you again, spreading out in a happy, embarrassed smile. his body's twitching slightly and you seem to know why. so greedy for praise, heeseung reacts to everything, and each of his reactions is special, you know that for sure, so without wasting time, you bend over to him and kiss his warm cheek. he giggles faintly as you descend along the jaw line to the neck, starting to cover it with light, wet kisses.

hee's breathing gets off, and he bends his back, hugging you by the shoulders, if only you wouldn't stop giving him your love and warmth. he needs your every glance, every touch to his already heated, sensitive skin, every new word and every praise. he is ready to beg you, plead and persuade you as much as necessary, so long as your eyes are always on him and look at him with unfailing love.

but your lips already say a lot when you just let him know how much he means to you, or when you leave as many kisses on his body as possible. in fact, kissing his body is literally your hobby, which you will never give up, and which you will never get tired of, just like heeseung will never get tired of exhaling a little audibly when you decide to bite his skin a little or leave an imperceptible, rapidly passing hickey somewhere in the shoulder area, just like now. it's a kind of harmony between the two of you, unbreakable and eternal, like a galaxy.

“baby, do you mind moving to the pillows?”

your question sounds more like a command, that's why hee obediently nods, immediately moving to a sitting position, and you manage to catch the moment to kiss his forehead and whisper "good boy". just this petname makes him shudder once more, and you grin, realizing what a range of feelings you make him experience. you're proud of yourself.

he looks up at you again and, slightly pursing his lips, says, “kiss me, please.”

his pure, brilliant gaze, full of a million stars, inflames you even more, and you, gently cupping his cheeks in your palms, lean towards him to kiss him once again, however, this kiss is special. your lips lightly touch his ones, and you suck them a little for a few seconds before you look away and see the open gaze of two huge eyes again. heeseung's silent, and you are silent too, which means that we need to move on.

you crawl away to the side of the pillows and, sitting comfortably on them, lure heeseung to you with just a brisk movement of your index finger. he quickly gets to you and kneels in front of you - exactly in the very position that you love so much. the boy seems so big when he's above you, but this is just an illusion, and in front of you is still your beloved flower hee, blushing so sweetly from just your gaze.

being naked suits him, that's a fact. you appraisingly run your eyes along his torso, to his chest and then to his neck, smiling in anticipation of everything you can do with him today. he notices the way you look at him, and is a little embarrassed, once again trying to cover his chest with his hands. you're frowning.

“baby, no.”

he hesitates a little, not knowing what to do. are you happy with him? maybe you don't like something? imaginary anxiety takes over him and he seems to get lost in sensations, but as soon as your warm hands grab on his sides and slightly squeeze the skin, he instantly relaxes, all his negative thoughts dissolve like cigarette smoke. are you honest with him?

“i'm heavy..”

this phrase doesn't bother you, because you expected to hear it, so you sigh, pressing hard on his sides so that he sits down. hee resists, fearing that he might cause you discomfort, but soon gives up and slowly sinks onto your stomach, feeling how soft it is. the heaviness of his body feels magical, you literally melt from the mere thought that lee heeseung himself, an angel of angels, is sitting on you and trying to bring his legs together, embarrassed by the whole position as a whole. it's too good to be true.

he's embarrassed, doesn't know where to put his hands, worries, and you notice it. your hands keep stroking his sides, calming him down while he gets used to you and the thought that he's not heavy enough to crush you. there's a gentle smile on your face, so when your boy dares to look up at you, you infect him, and he smiles back, “i'm sorry, i just really don't want you to be hurt.”

you giggle a little and shake your head, lifting your palms a little higher to his ribs, “baby, i'm always sure of my words, so don't worry, i really like it when you sit like that.”

your words instill confidence in him and hee happily nods, starting to fidget to sit more comfortably and finally freeze, waiting for what you will do next.

you relax and forget about everything, gently stroking your boy's skin here and there, drawing different kinds of patterns on it, wondering how he can be real at all. your eyes continually rise to his face, and you meet a gaze, full of love, curiosity, puzzlement, and it amuses you. he's so cute when he's waiting for your command.

“what would you like?”

this simple question puts heeseung at a dead end, and he pouts, starting to think seriously. what would he want? maybe some buns? your kiss? to hug you? to go on a picnic? it turns out that there are a lot of things in his head that he would like, so he just shrugs and smiles, shaking his head, “i dunno, i'd like a lot of things.”

you laugh and stroke his sides again, smiling lazily. such a naive, funny boy heeseung, and only your boy, definitely. you'd like to give him the whole world, but the world is so small to express all your love, so you just tilt your head to the side and raise your eyebrows.

“are you confused?”

“Yeah.”

“okay, then i'll decide what we're going to do today.”

heeseung doesn't immediately understand what you mean, but as soon as the realization hits him, he presses his lips together and opens his eyes wide, staring at you. your kind smile knocks him down, and he puffs out his cheeks a little again, “I wanna be on the bottom, kiss you longer, and i also want your hand, damn, just touch me, please..”

whether it's a confession or not, it works for you flawlessly, and the next second you're sitting up straight and wrapping your arms around his hips, squeezing him so that he can't budge. your head bends down to his stomach and you look up at him one more time, touching the warm skin with your lips and starting kissing every centimeter, not letting out of sight of either ribs or muscles. such touches seem to be something new to him, and he smiles, feeling something warm and viscous running through his veins. is it love?

heeseung doesn't know, he just hugs you back and runs one hand into the thick of your hair, starting to gently massage your scalp every time your lips make a smacking sound of a kiss.

“y/n, you love me so much, i'll never stop being grateful.”

he's your angel. the best, the most gentle and the most wonderful in everything he does. you kiss him again and again, inch by inch, squeezing his body in your arms as if your life depends on him, although it already depends. he is your life.

while your lips dance on his flesh, heeseung continues stroking your head, smiling gently at you. you make him feel so free, so good, so in love that he just can't contain his feelings, weaving his fingers with your curls, “you are my life, i want to be with you until the end of the world.”

his whisper seems to you deafeningly loud, screaming, but you just smile and tear yourself away from him for a few seconds to look into his eyes and fall in love with him again.

“i'm only yours..”

“and i'm only yours.”

“i want you, heeseung.”

“please take me.”

you don't need to be asked twice. overcome with desire, you gently, but still with force, push heeseung forward of you and, when he falls on the soft mattress, you hover over him. your stare, already quite wild and predatory, burns through him and forces him to start thinking about what exactly you want to do today. his rich imagination draws everything in great detail, and this makes his hips tremble. pants and underwear become uncomfortably tight, and he looks up at you again, starting to whine softly, “can i take them off?”

silly. you'd be taking them off anyway, so you just nod and kiss his forehead, “sure, i'll do it.”

heeseung's confused by this phrase, because he isn't small and can undress himself, but the whole atmosphere's so romantic and delicate, he doesn't want to ruin it, so he only nods, and then, noticing that you were still in your dress, reaches out to hook his fingers over his hem and pull down, smiling, “then i'll undress you.”

his voice sounds so happy, you nod in agreement, and after he calms down and lies back again, you kiss his temple and, burying your nose in it, begin to unbutton his pants with one hand. it's hard for you, hee notices it and covers your fingers with his, looking at you, waiting for permission, “can i?”

you kiss his temple again and let him unbutton and take off his pants and underwear on his own, without any help from you, as he wanted. already an unnecessary piece of fabric flies off to the side, somewhere on the floor, and now that heeseung's in your hands again, you can calmly examine him and smile, noticing that he's already fully aroused as much as possible.

the tip, shining in the moonlight, the veins clearly protruding, everything about him is perfect. he seems surprised too.

“i just love it when you praise me, so sometimes i get excited because of it..”

"it's very cute, I love you,” you whisper, not taking your eyes off his tip, swaying slightly from the slightest movement, wanting to see with your own eyes whether the power of your words over him is really that strong. at the phrase "I love you", hee's entire cock twitches and releases a small but noticeable drop of precum, which remains there without falling down.

excitement's born in your heart, and you, kissing heeseung's cheek again, begin to whisper somewhere near his ear, “when i first saw you, i thought you were an angel. you are so beautiful when we swim together, and you have such a wonderful mind, i'm falling in love with you more and more, my boy, you are the best of all and there is no one better for me than you.”

your eyes are closely watching his every reaction , but heeseung himself.. if you'd just look at his face now, you'd understand how red he has become. every time you make another confession, you make him raise his head and look at you, at how lovingly you examine him, how you kiss him, how you touch him. he doesn't notice his cock begin to release more and more precum, starting dripping on his stomach and leaving an unpleasant, sticky trail.

and you notice everything, and, God, how much you like your boy and how his body reacts to you. you can't wait to feel him inside you as soon as possible, to feel how perfectly he fits into you, how perfectly you fit each other, so you kiss his temple one more time before you wrap your palm around his shaft and start slowly moving up and down, feeling something sticky between your fingers.

heeseung responds to every stimulation, moaning softly simply because of how perfectly you pick up the rhythm, how well you know exactly what he needs and when. your attentiveness, coupled with the ability to do magical things, he melts like an ice cream, rolling his eyes every now and then when you squeeze him harder. your touches create wonderful chemistry, and soon he gets lost, his melodious voice fills your head, heart, and the whole house as a whole, and you accelerate, wanting to hear him again and again, louder and louder.

he doesn't deny you, even when you start playing with the tempo, intending to tease him, he continues to whine, silently begging you to continue. and you can't refuse him, because he's your boy.

“damn, you're so beautiful when you moan. i love you so much with all my heart.”

“fuck.." heeseung drops a short curse, and then begins to put his face under your kisses, not wanting to be without them for a minute, not a second. you understand his intention, starting showering his cheeks, cheekbones and eyes with various kisses, while your hand speeds up and down, forcing heeseung to open his mouth every now and then while you kiss him. he's so pretty when he's loud.

his hands are somewhere around you, he pulls you closer and closer, raising a clouded gaze to your face, wanting to know what you are thinking about when you touch him this way.

however, he doesn't have so much time to think, since you, already ready to take him to the moon, the movement of your hand's incredibly fast, feeling and hearing how his excited cock squelches in your hand.

heeseung's moans loudly and, admittedly, no off-key sound. his talent to control his voice even in such situations amazes you, and you give his cheek another kiss, smiling. your talented boy can't do something not perfect. and it doesn't matter at all that your hand is already numb from the incessant stimulation, it doesn't matter now. only he's important. he's always important.

you both feel how his member, filled to the limit with blood, begins to tremble invitingly in your hand, wanting to splash out the white liquid accumulated inside. his thighs also go numb, his head stops thinking, and he arches his back even more. quite impatient. and as hot as the summer sun.

you catch yourself thinking that you really want to be gentle with him today, your heart is filled with that same lingering, warm feeling, your hand freezes. heeseung can't help but react to this, wordlessly. his hips begin to give a little in the direction of your hand, wanting to get the desired stimulation again, he shivers all over, not wanting this feeling of tension to fade away somewhere in the lower abdomen, not today.

you can't delay, you know that for sure, so you have to quickly get away from your boy and seriously look him in the eye. his whole body freezes, he sweats for the umpteenth time in the evening, and tenses up, looking into your still burning eyes, “did i do something wrong?”

this simple, uncomplicated, but such a native babble sounds so tender and frightened that you instantly change your facial expression to the usual one and shake your head, smiling, “no, no, you're doing good. i just want you to lie down on the pillows.”

this's more of a statement than an order, and heeseung knows for sure that after such words, some kind of incomprehensible caress is bound to follow, so he quickly nods to you and does everything as you ask: crawls to the opposite side of the bed, to the headboard, and leans back on the pillows, spreading his legs in front of you. probably nothing bothers him anymore, because right now all he can think about is you.

his precise reaction pleases you, and you relax even more when you lie down on your stomach and bend down to his hips, covering every inch of him with kisses. the tip tastes salty, but it bothers you last of all, because the way heeseung behaves worths more attention. you catch an incredible ecstasy when he closes his eyes once again and moans loudly, or when his hips pass through a wave of convulsions, screaming to you about how much he needs you.

your tongue wraps around every vein, accompanied by loud, pleasant moans, similar to the music of your heart. he surpasses himself, he draws you closer to him, then stops you to make his pleasure last longer. the steady rhythm of your tongue plunges every cell of his body into some unimaginable wave and he bends towards you, you alone, wanting to finally feel relief.

“mmmh, y/n, i'm close..”

a barely audible sob escapes from his lips, like a signal, like a red rag for an angry bull. you catch every letter on the fly and increase the tempo, take its entire length as deeply as you can, all in order to feel something hot and abundant flowing down your throat to hear how loud hee can become.

he came.

and you too, for sure.

while you were slowly, gently helping heeseung to recover from a completely stunning orgasm, you realized that your whole fuse had passed and you could again feel not only passion to heeseung, but also, for example, how unpleasantly the fabric of underwear sticks to your labia. slimy, thoroughly soaked fabric. damn, you have to hurry.

as soon as your lips come off his tip, his hands, quite strong, wrap around you and pull you to him for a kiss. hot lips feel magical even despite its salty aftertaste. you feel how hot his body is, how his heart's beating, and again you catch yourself thinking that you are incredibly eager to feel him inside.

while your boy is diligently engaged in your lips, you begin to slowly unbutton your dress, your fingers shake and you get a little annoyed, giving the kiss a more aggressive shade. hee feels it, and doesn't even know if it's good or bad, he just gives in to you. good boy.

when all your buttons are already undone, you slowly break off the kiss. your lover sighs a little disappointed before looking up at you and smiling, slipping his hands under the hem to feel how warm your thighs are, “i love you so much..”

his words wrap you in a kind of cocoon and you smile back, relaxing under his touch, “and I love you, baby."

you kiss him on the forehead again, and he pulls the dress down, trying to take it off you, but alas, it doesn't work out without your help. it flies away to his clothes only after you quickly take off your sleeves from your shoulders and pull them down so that nothing prevents you from pulling it off the way heeseung originally wanted. only the underwear is left.

hee looks around your body, runs along the straps of your bra, studies the hem of the underwear and licks his lips, struggling in anticipation.

“do you like it?”

“you are the most beautiful in the world.”

“you are also the most beautiful, my boy.”

this short exchange of love gives you both enough energy, and you slowly take off everything you have on. your hands slowly slide along your body, trying to do everything quickly and beautifully, and your boy just looks at you, noisily swallowing when you expose your skin even more.

he admires everything about you, you're like a dream that has come down from the pages of an old book or a painting from a museum, so incredible and giving new, previously unknown feelings. his gaze then moves away, then rushes straight at you, examining each detail. his cheeks are burning treacherously, he shyly strokes your thigh with his hand, as if checking if you are really here, in flesh. you're just smiling.

finally, both of you are naked and feel the coolness of this night. cold walls of your "box" seem to be trying to calm your ardor, but this is impossible. as soon as you lean over heeseung again to kiss his forehead, he hugs you with both hands as hard as he can, causing you to fall on his chest in surprise. you don't know why, so you just hug him back, nuzzling his neck and kissing him. he buries his nose in your hair, inhales your scent and closes his eyes, enjoying.

“i love you so much, y/n..”

“my baby..”

“you're my moon.”

he whispers softly, but you hear, and his words give you the strength to pull away from him and take his face in your hands, stroking his cheeks with the pads of your fingers, “and you are my sun."

a second, two, and your lips collide, melting you both in the fire of mutual love. your hips slide pleasantly along his length, and he hums, thrusting his hips forward, striving to feel more. you have to lower your hand down for a while to properly direct his tip towards your crotch, and for a couple of moments you both strangle moans into each other's lips, finally feeling what you've been dreaming about all evening. he feels how you squeeze him with your walls, and you feel how each of his veins pulsates, and you both feel too good.

you start rocking your hips almost immediately, not wanting to slow down for a second after such a long wait, and heeseung, it seems, also doesn't intend to give in. his hips are moving towards yours, you are like a wave that strives in a single rhythm, destroying everything in its path. incredibly beautiful, crazy obsession.

when the oxygen in your lungs runs out, you and hee have a few minutes to enjoy each other's sounds. he groans loudly, incredibly loudly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back so that you have full access to his neck, which you use without any doubt. your lips kiss the protruding veins, every one, his collarbones, muscles, everything your lips touch. he fits you so perfectly, like a puzzle, and you want to reward him for it.

“fuck, hee, i feel so good..” it falls from your lips as soon as he slightly changes the angle and touches your sensitive area, even if he does it by pure chance.

it seems to you that no one will ever be better than him.

no one.

when he returns his head to its normal position, you notice how his lips shine from all the saliva that is about to flow, and you smile, accelerating your movements. heeseung has succumbed to euphoria so much that he can barely keep up with you, and you feel good from this thought. you kiss his forehead, temples, head, while he snuggles up to you as to the dearest person in the world, kisses your chest and neck.

everything is so good that you forget that there is still life around you. the clouds outside the window, the rain drumming on the glass in huge drops, nothing matters. only your boy is clinging to you, moaning and shaking his whole body, not wanting to let you go a millimeter further. so cute.

It's impossible not to say that you are also starting to slowly lose energy, but for the sake of hee, you can hold out longer. the rhythm of your hips becomes slower, you feel guilty for not being able to pick up the same pace again, but then, quite unexpectedly, both of heeseung's palms grab your hips and he begins to help you, lifting and lowering your body with the effort of his hands.

you are amazed at how quickly this boy recovers, he is amazing. and this is not his only quality.

as you are increasing the pace, you notice that heeseung never leaves your neck, and you feel so warm and nice that you kiss his head and stroked his hair in between deaf groans, “don't stop, i love you so much, my good boy..”

“good boy” is a kind of drug for heeseung, these two words cause him to lose all shame, his mind, to lose everything and be ready to succumb to only you, to please you and love you. that's what he does. he changes your positions in a fraction of a second, turning you on your back, straight on the warm pillows, as he hovers over you. what a brat!

you're already getting ready to stop him and teach him a lesson, but the expression on his face he looks at you, forces you to give up any indignation. his raised eyebrows, lips compressed between his teeth and closed eyes scream about how well you are doing to him, and you are pierced by pride for you. you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he has no escape routes left, and tilt him towards you.

he involuntarily opens his eyes, looks at you with fogged, unfocused eyes, as if he had just woken up, and you fall in love with him again. your lips gently touch the bridge of his nose, whispering, “my good boy, you're the best.”

and he just whines softly and bends down to your neck again, insatiably inhaling your scent. wild forest and pine needles.

hi hips begin to move many times faster than yours, and you slowly lose control of yourself, squeezing him in your arms, twisting his hair around your fingers. you two become one, all your atoms collide and form a small big bang, creating a new, unfamiliar world inside both of you. you feel attraction, gravity, no matter what, every time your lips connect or your hips collide with each other at high speed.

will you last long? no. heeseung gets louder when you squeeze him harder than usual, and this causes a tight knot to tie somewhere in his stomach area. he moans into your neck and squeezes your hips hard, mewling, “i'm gonna cum..”

you understand him, it seems to you that you've never felt so full and good, so you just nod and smile, “yes, me too, just a little more..”

“let's do it together..”

his moans inflame your heart again and you nod. he stops swinging wildly and switches to shorter, but strong thrusts without pulling out of you. his tip hits the most sensitive area with precision, and you already feel yourself turning into a mess under the stars that flash before your eyes.

your grip tightens, his too, and here you are, like two supernovae, exploding, destroying everything around you. you devour each other like black holes, kissing with fierce force. heeseung doesn't stop pushing inside you, feeling the way his sperm spreads through your womb so nicely, and you are glad.

you don't have any power to respond in any way, and by inertia you stroke his hair, closing your eyes with pleasure, getting lost in these lazy, wet touches of his tongue to yours. heeseung seems to run out of strength, too, falling on your chest and hugging you as tightly as the remnants of energy allow. so gentle.

sweaty, tired, but so happy, you two cuddle each other, not knowing which phrase to start a dialogue with, feeling somewhat too happy to talk. hee still doesn't take his cock out of you, not wanting to part with the warmth, and you just gently squeeze it, slowly relaxing.

“we have never done this without protection..”

“yeah, i regrets it, it feels so good now..”

“i worry about your body..”

“don't worry, baby, everything will be fine.”

you calm him down with light movements of your palm, and he nods, raising his head to give you a warm, gentle kiss on the neck, “you're so beautiful, i love you.”

his words are already drowning your heart and you, leaning towards him, whisper, “and I love you, my princess.”

he manages to blush even more at his favourite petname, and you catch the moment to seal your love on his lips for the umpteenth time this evening with a gentle, but so hot kiss.

forever.

in your new, personal galaxy.

in your new, personal summer.

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rin: i dunno if i like it or not... 👉👈 thanks @heenotes for the info about "princess" and inspiration

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