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이희승 HEESEUNG 💋 YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN? [ MDNI. ]

IN WHICH you realize you never completed your most important new year's resolution: losing your virginity. luckily, your roommate is willing to help you out with that

WARNINGS ⨯ smut, porn with a smidge of plot for context, not proofread cuz who needs that, fingering, orgasm denial (briefly), missionary, very vanilla sex, heeseung's kinda awkward #pathetic_men

WORD COUNT ⨯ 3.1k

AUTHOR'S NOTE . . . first work of the year!! sorry for taking an impromptu break so suddenly, but my works will still be coming out slowly as of now, so thank you for your patience 🫶

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“We never finished sharing our new year’s resolutions.”

You stop mid-bite into your pancakes. You and Heeseung had spent all morning making them, finally testing out the new oven you got after the last one broke down during another pancake morning. It survived, luckily. There’s only the taste-test left, but Heeseung’s comment catches you so off guard, you put the fork back down.

“New year’s resolutions?” you repeat. “You mean the ones from basically last year?”

He nods, shoving his first bite in. He hums at the taste. Success. “Yeah, we made those lists and started sharing but then—” Heeseung tilts and quirks his brow in thought. “—I can’t even remember. We probably got distracted, but either way, we never made sure we both completed our lists.”

Chuckling awkwardly, you keep your eyes on the plate. “I don’t even know if I still have mine—”

“I do,” Heeseung interrupts. “We put them in that box, remember? I found it this morning, that’s why I thought to bring them up, ha.”

“You didn’t, er, read them, did you?”

Heeseung shakes his head, chewing through another bite. “I thought it’d be fun to go through them and see what we’ve done or not.” He lightly taps his fork around his plate. “We’ve got a few days before the new year starts, no plans, I don’t know…”

“No, no, yeah, I get it,” you assure, nodding quickly. “I just, um, they were stupid. I was stupid. This year changed me, you know?”

Your roommate looks at you with a teasing glint in his eye. “Oh yeah?” He watches you nod again. “All the more reason to get them.” And before you know it, he’s rushing to his room to, you assume, get the box he’d mentioned earlier.

It’s not long before he’s practically skipping back into the kitchen-dining area bringing the box. Tossing his plate aside, he sets the box in between you two and sits back down. You’re anxious at how he unfolds the lid and pulls out two sheets of crumpled paper.

“Yours was the one with the rip at the top,” you say, reading the questions in his mind. Your face flushes as you realize that’ll only prompt him to take it out the other first.

He smiles at you before hiding his face behind the paper. He begins to read it out loud. “Resolution one: Learn how to make (good) pancakes—” Grabbing his fork, he clinks it twice against the porcelain. “Check. Number two: Make weekly savings—Check, right?”

You hum, your leg shaking beneath the table.

“Alright, and then—” He lowers the paper. Your eyes widen. “Lose my virginity?”

“Okay!” you say overenthusiastically. “See! I was being stupid, such a dumb thing to write on a new year’s resolution list, right? Haha, so funny, let’s just throw these out—”

“Wait, but we can cross this off, though, right? You had that boyfriend?”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend,” you clarify. “He was… gross. I never really liked him like that, so it just never happened. It’s whatever, I’m a virgin, okay, let’s move on. Isn’t the next thing I put down like eat more salads—”

“You’re still a virgin?”

You look at him bewildered. What was up with the intonation? Was it really shocking? Why does he even care? You suppose he’s always been the nosy type, just never assumed it would translate to this, as well.

He seems to realize the second meaning to his words and fumbles to take them back. “Okay, not like—I didn't mean it in a weird way, I’m just surprised that you’re... you know?”

“It’s… whatever,” you clarify. “It’s fine. It’ll happen at the right moment, right? That’s what they all say.” You'd shovel another bite into your mouth and you can’t help but taste the bitterness from your words with the sweetness of the syrup. “I’ll get over it when it’s done and gone.”

Heeseung clears his throat, paper discarded to the side, his eyes fixed on your plate in deep thought. “Do you…”

You raise a brow.

“Do you want my help?”

-

In your defense, you really hate being a virgin. Not that it’s embarrassing or shameful to be one, but the fact that you swore to yourself that you wouldn't be a virgin anymore since last year makes you want to crumble up inside.

You just don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your past self. Imagine her laughing at you? That’s a new low.

Which leads to this moment right now. Laying in Heeseung’s bed, in Heeseung’s room, waiting for Heeseung to come back into said room with the “supplies” he was rushing out to get.

The door slowly swings open as Heeseung pushes it with his back, his hands full. He makes eye contact with you and a pout makes its way across his lips. “You’re still wearing your clothes?”

Your eyes snap open wider. “Yes?!”

“We’re gonna have sex, Y/N, your clothes aren’t supposed to be on.” He smiles at you as he sets down lube and condoms.

A wave of relief washes over you when you realize he’s just teasing. Heeseung’s a gentleman, but it’s not like you've gotten the chance to know the side of him you two swore to never let you meet. He could’ve been a weirdo creep for all you knew, as long as he was paying his half of the rent it never mattered until right now.

“Do you want me to turn around when you take them off?” Yep, just the same old awkwardly sweet Heeseung you’ve always known.

You smile, albeit nervously. “You’ll see me naked anyway, might as well put on a strip performance to get you in the mood.”

He laughs at your sarcasm, then points to the lights. “We could turn those off if you want.”

For a moment, you consider it. If not for the hopes of Heeseung seeing the least possible, but for the ambiance. Do people leave the lights on or off during sex? Not like you know. Ultimately, you shake your head, getting off from the bed and sticking your hands under the hem of your shirt. “Ready?” you ask him, though the question is more internalized.

His hum is muffled by his hands reaching at the collar of his shirt.

At once, you two pull your shirts off together.

Standing bare chest to bare chest - with bra - you eye him carefully. “You take your shirt off from the top?”

“What?”

You mirrored his previous action. “You took your collar and pulled your head through the neck hole first—” your words muffle as you reenact it sloppily. “Normal people take their arms out first.”

Heeseung stiffles a laugh behind his hand. “Aren’t you supposed to try to seduce me?”

“Is this not sexy?”

“Oh, please, go on, you’re making me hard.”

The two of you laugh and you realize you’re not so nervous anymore. The anxious jitters left your hands and you can feel your muscles relaxing. It’s just Heeseung. Just Heeseung.

As he recovers from a fit of laughter, you look at him in a way you haven’t taken the chance to ever since you met almost two years ago. His arms that flex when he wraps them around himself. His smile which switches to a sly smirk when he’s resisting the urge to laugh louder. His hair that falls neatly into place, over his eyes that glint to the point you can’t take your gaze away from them.

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

He’s attractive. Yeah, that’s been obvious.

Your type? Maybe…

But this is different. And, oh god, he’s going to have sex with you.

Heeseung clears his throat, snapping you out of your daze.

“Pants?” he asks cautiously. His eyes are brimmed with concern, probably sensing your confused thoughts, clearly not understanding what you’re telling yourself.

You respond by tugging at your sweatpant laces, letting them drop down dramatically. Heeseung keeps his eyes glued to your movement, eyes widening at the sight of your bare legs and white panties. He quickly reaches for his belt.

To your surprise, you can see that he’s, at the very least, getting hard. Maybe it’s nerves. You try not to think too much about the possible influence the sight of your almost-bare body has on him.

Still, to test the waters and ease or completely disrupt your mind, you ask, “Can you help me with my bra?”

He fumbles an answer, you’re pretty sure you hear a ‘yes’ through his blabs, as he kicks out of his pants fully and stumbles to your side of the bed. You turn your back to him, giving him the cue by raising your hair away from the clasp.

Shivers run down your spine at his gentle, warm touch on your skin. You never knew you were sensitive, but with every simple movement, every brush against your back has you feeling goosebumps running up your arms.

Heeseung’s breath is hollow behind you.

When the clasp is finally undone, you pull your arms out of the straps, letting the material drop to the floor with your other discarded clothes.

You turn to face Heeseung, his eyes saying more than any words could mean. Stunned, he asks, “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you whisper in return, eyes drifting down to his mouth.

He doesn't hesitate to lean in. His arms naturally slide around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as his lips hungrily crash into yours. You gasp through the initial shock of ferocity, relaxing into his hold with your hands coming up to the nape of his neck.

His fingers squeeze your skin pulling a sound from your mouth, muffled by his lips. You don’t even notice the way his knees push you back until you’re laying on the bed, lips still attached to Heeseung’s, but even those pull away eventually. You almost get up onto your elbows to chase after his touch, but stop yourself at the sight of his intense gaze.

Your gazes lock with each other for a moment, before he finally breaks contact to rush to the bedside cabinet where the lube bottle sits. He pours a generous amount on his fingers, rubbing the gel slowly. He eyes the way it reflects the light and this one reaction makes you think he’s never seen it before, but you doubt it — you’ve heard his sexual escapades thanks to your graciously thin walls.

“I’m going to finger you first,” Heeseung interrupts your thoughts.

You simply hum in return, letting your legs fall apart for him to get back into place, between them.

Heeseung has one hand on your thigh, the other levitates over your skin with nearly-dripping lube, but his eyes are on yours, waiting for another nod before he can continue.

Giving him the signal, you aren’t prepared for the chill that runs down your spine at the cold sensation of the lube on your sensitive skin. Soon enough, though, your gasps turn to gentle hums as Heeseung draws little circles on your bare pussy.

“This okay?”

You nod needily.

One finger finally intrudes, swimming through your walls and curls to find that certain spot. Your hips roll into it—you never thought it'd be this different from your own fingers.

“More,” you whimper.

“Already?” Heeseung teases, but you can hear partial genuinity in his tone.

Wordlessly, your hand reaches down to his, pulling at it to get another finger inside of you.

Heeseung chuckles in disbelief, but doesn't disobey your request.

Two fingers in and you’re letting soft gasps escape your lips, eyes already threatening to roll back at the rhythmic pattern Heeseung’s keeping up. He pushes in, pulls out, pushes back in and curls into you. You match his pace with your hips, hoping to deepen his touch. He’s so close, so close to where you need him.

Meanwhile, his thumb rolls gently over your clit to ease the tension of the stretch. It helps, making your head spin and forcing you to focus entirely on the pleasure you feel, rather than the pain.

Heeseung doesn't warn you when he slips in a third, but you’re busy throwing your head back, moaning to tell him off for it.

“Fuck,” you whisper to the ceiling. “‘Is so good.”

Your back arches as Heeseung’s fingers reach your G-spot, curling and tickling the bundle of nerves, ripping out more muffled moans, your hand thrown to your mouth not to disturb the neighbours.

“Right there!” you moan. “Right—shit, yes—Right there!” When he keeps at it, you can't hold on much longer. “Fuck, I’m so close—”

And then it’s gone.

All the pleasure is ripped away from you as Heeseung pulls out of you coldly, barely looking your way as he turns to the bedside cabinet.

“Hey,” you whine, albeit childishly.

It’s as if something clicks and he turns back to you. “Sorry,” he singsongs out. “I didn’t want you to come so soon, I still have to actually fuck you, right?”

You pout, but ultimately he’s right. That’s what you're here for. “Fine.”

He fumbles with the condom packet, eventually giving up at going at it with his lubed-fingers and rips the package with his teeth.

“I could’ve helped,” you tell him, smiling teasingly.

“I got it. I got it.” He waves his hand at you before he uses that same hand to roll down the condom and—Holy. Shit. He’s packing.

You never took the time to think about his size, though you probably would've determined it was a decent size from the outline of it when he's chilling on the couch with sweats on.

But now that it's out, hard and flush against his toned abs? You take a deep breath and try not to think too much about how it must taste, how it’d feel to have him down your throat—as if you even know how to give a proper blowjob. Maybe he could guide you, holding your head from the back and pushing it back and forth rhythmically up and down his cock and—

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I asked if you’re sure about this?”

He’s pumping his cock as he asks. You resist the urge to lick your lips.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m ready.” And there’s no lie in your words.

Heeseung crawls back onto the bed once more, staying on his knees when his body is lined up with yours. He nods to himself and you before lining up his dick with your entrance, one hand falling to the side of your head, the other resting on your lower stomach as he pushes in slowly.

The intrusion is unfamiliar. The stretch hurts more than expected. Yet, your mouth is agape in frozen pleasure — Heeseung let his hand fall lower and is now drawing circles on your clit to ease the tension.

He keeps his thumb on your pussy while slowing his movement to a stop. “Tell me when I can move.”

Instead of relaxing into the stretch, preparing yourself for more friction, you focus entirely on Heeseung’s movements on your clit. Rolling the bud of pleasure between his two fingers, your eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

You test the waters by flexing your core muscles, squeezing your walls against Heeseung’s cock.

“Fuck,” he groans, snapping his hips forward at once, but he quickly stops himself. Heeseung looks up at you with cutely worried wide eyes. “Shit, sorry—Are you okay?”

You giggle. “Go!” you say between laughs, rolling your hips down to get him going.

He doesn't need to be told twice. He quickly resumes his previous thrust, your legs are naturally pushed apart to give him more access—moans spill from your lips at the newfound depth he reaches.

Heeseung’s head dips, his hair falling over his face, but does nothing to hide his expressions. You watch him for a moment, reveling in how good your pussy is making him feel. You clench around him again and his mouth falls open. He lets out the most harmonious sound you never expected from him but want to hear again and again.

So, you roll your hips into his, until your lower stomachs are threatening to brush against each other, until Heeseung lowers from his hands to elbows, and your bodies are flushed against each other. Your skins are sticky with sweat, but you can’t be bothered. Not with his rhythmic thrusts reaching so deep inside of you. Not with his fingers still playing with your clit, torturing the bud with nonstop pleasure. Not with his lips so close to your mouth, and your head pulling itself upward to capture them in another kiss.

Your hands snake to the back of his head, curling into his messy hair and pulling gently to bring him closer to you. His free hand finds its way into your hair, too, pushing the flyaways back into the rest of the mess, away from your face, before it rests gently on your neck, guiding you in the kiss.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispers into your mouth as your walls clench around him again.

Your head spins at his low tone, pleasure bubbling in your stomach in a way it never has before. “I’m—Shit—I’m so close!”

Heeseung takes this as a signal to speed up his fingers on your clit, and slows down his thrusts, deepening them with each push in.

“Come on, come for me.”

And you do.

So much, like never before.

Your back arches into him, head thrown back, letting out a sinful string of moans. You’d curse from the pleasure, but your thoughts aren't coherent enough to form words.

You’re frozen in place, legs shaking as Heeseung pulls out to finish himself off. He jerks off into the condom on top of your wasted body, coming undone as soon as your dazed eyes meet his hungry gaze.

He doubles over, landing on his hand, face mere inches away from yours. “Fuck,” he says.

“Fuck,” you repeat, a giggle in your tone.

“Congratulations,” he says, rolling onto his back to be laying beside you. “You’re no longer a virgin.”

Your weak arms raise in a small celebration. “Yay.”

“How was it?”

You can’t even respond, hands coming up to cover your flushed face. You can feel Heeseung’s smirk behind them.

“I’ll take that as good.” Then, after a beat. “Does that mean you'd want to do it again?”

Your hands fall flat to your sides in one quick movement. “What?”

“There’s so much more I can teach you.”

“No,” you say while shaking your head. He looks defeated, you almost want to reach up and pet him like a dog. “Not until you buy me dinner.”

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jiwoong was at his friends house hanging out besides them his friends sister was there as well jiwoong was always attracted to you and he kinda made it obvious.. you were extremely needy even a vibrator wasn’t helping so you heard him go to the kitchen so you went and told him you needed help with something in your room once he was in there you started taking off your clothes and so did he

zhanghao was at the store looking for pop rocks he saw this one video of a girl using it on her bf so he wanted to try it with you he also decided to buy you a cute little outfit to wear while you try the candy because you been asking for something new for awhile now but after trying the candy let’s just say this wouldn’t be your last time doing this!

hanbin was secretly excited about you trying on your old school uniform for him you were both just friends so he just remained normal until you came out the bathroom with the uniform on clearly you’ve grown it’s a little small on you and he also notices you aren’t wearing any underwear.. this was his breaking point and he couldn’t hold back any longer

matthew went to your house because your family invited him over for dinner to celebrate him debuting your family know you and him have been best friends since you were both kids so when he spent the night they didn’t think him sleeping in your room was weird at all so you were both left alone

taerae loves squirting so when one of his friends told him about you he couldn’t stop thinking of you so he got your number and texted you and you obviously thought he was extremely cute so you agreed to everything he said and he was addicted to you

ricky was trying to figure out if you were being nice because you’re staff or because you want him you always payed extra attention to him and he definitely noticed so when there was a party for the and and all the members he thought he would try to figure it out and flirt back with you and he figured he was right all along when you invited him over to your place

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⟡⏱ 8pm ⟡₊⊹ Seunghan ff ⏱⟡

⏰ pairing: ꜱᴇᴜɴɢʜᴀɴ!ʙꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɢꜰ!ᴀꜰᴀʙ | ⏰ wc: 9⃞  1⃞0⃞ | ⏰ cw: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ⏰ plot: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"I miss you," Seunghan said as you answered the phone.

"You miss me? Already? You just saw me yesterday."

"I know...but I really wanna see you again..."

"Right now?"

"Yeah," he chuckled softly.

"It's literally 8pm."

"So? I'm already outside."

"You're what?!" you exclaimed before hopping off the couch and running to the window.

"Waiting for you in my car," you could hear the smile in his cheery tone as you peeked at him through the blinds.

"But I'm already in my pajamas," you whined.

"I don't care. You're just gonna come lay with me anyways."

It was obvious that Seunghan wasn't taking no for an answer. "Hmm, okay. I'll be out in a second," you chuckled.

"Great!" he chimed. "Love you."

"Love you too," you smiled before hanging up. You texted your roommate, letting her know you wouldn't be coming home tonight.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiled as you walked out of your house rolling your eyes as you wore one of his shirts and a pair of black sweatpants you threw on at the last minute. For the entire ride, Seunghan held your hand, occasionally lifting it to his lips and placing gentle kisses on the back.

When you finally made it to his house, you snuggled up with him on the sofa to watch a movie. To be specific, 'Batman Begins.' He always enjoyed binging Christian Bale movies with you.

You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. At this point, you had already taken off your sweatpants and your bra leaving you with only a pair of panties and his t-shirt. Honestly, you were way more comfortable like this anyway.

On another note, Seunghan loved having this much access to you.

“I wish you could stay here with me forever,” he whispered as he placed kisses on your forehead and squeezed you tighter.

“Me too,” you smiled, looking up to meet his eyes. You watched his expression soften from the sweet look plastered across your face.

You felt his fingers slightly trace your neck before stopping at your chin. He bit his lip softly as he admired you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as he abruptly turned the tv off.

“I want you to climb on top of me,” you turned around to straddle his hips, placing your hands on his abs because you didn’t know where else to put them.

He slid his hands up your folded legs before grabbing your hands and interlacing your fingers. “You always look so perfect sitting on top of me like this,” his words caused you to blush and turn away.

“Hmm and I love how you get all shy when I compliment you,” he hummed, pulling you closer without warning. You braced yourself against his chest with your hands as he gripped onto your thighs.

His warmth traveled up your spine and stopped at your waist. He pulled your body closer to his as he teased your lips in a playful, yet sensual way. You enjoyed his sweet lips as he deepened the kiss before sitting up to pull your shirt up.

He sucked on the flesh of your tit as you began moving your hips back and forth—with his guidance of course. “Ngh!” You yelped, grabbing a bit of his hair. He had clamped onto you a little harder.

“Sorry, baby,” he kissed the spot he had just bitten. “But I know how much you like it when it hurts,” he hummed against you wet skin.

He continued to play with your tits before turning to place his feet on the ground as you remained on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pressed himself against your growing heat.

You loved how playful and sexy he looked right now, switching between kissing and sucking your lips and neck. You knew exactly what was coming next when he lifted you up just enough for him to slide his pants down, exposing his eager, throbbing dick.

He placed his hands on your hips as you slowly lowered onto him. His hot tip met you entrance and began pushing through. You moaned as every inch went deeper into you.

He felt you clenched around him as he guided your hips back and forth. You quickly adjusted to his size as you were extremely wet. He threw his head back as you took over and began riding him on your own.

You listened as his breaths quickened. “Mmm fuck you feel so good baby,” he groaned as your lewd noises filled the air. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you pumped his length deeper into you. This position allowed him to hit your g-spot easier. You sped up as you came all over him.

Immediately after you climaxed, you focused your throbbing cunt on his tip which brought him closer to finishing.

He nearly tossed you over the sofa as he grabbed you and thrusted into your pussy. “You sound so pretty when I fuck you like this,” he panted as you were moaning mess.

It wasn’t long before you heard desperate moans escape his lips as he struggled to maintain a calm breathing pattern. “Mmm!” He moaned in your ear as you felt his hot seed spill inside of you.

His dick was covered in his cum and your juices. Exhausted you fell asleep with his cock deep inside you as he held the back of your head.

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over-stepping.

“but tonight, you belong to me.”

you come to him after breaking with your boyfriend. he’s been waiting for this moment ever since you moved in with him. a moment of vulnerability. a moment for him to overstep a few boundaries. but it’s all to make you feel better. after-all, that’s what he’s here for to make you feel better. but nothing changes. it never does.

song eunseok. ft lee sohee.

angst. smut. no verbal “yes” so dub-con to be safe

your knuckles started to ache, fingers trembling as you gripped onto the doorknob of his room. the sound of his bed creaking and someone elses’ moans slipped under the crack of the door — someone else was in there with him. an intense ringing in your ears and the sudden urge to vomit came crashing over your body just at the mere thought of what you would witness if you opened that door. it had to be a sick joke, it was a sick joke. right? you weren’t hearing what you thought you were hearing — no this isn’t right. this isn’t how it’s supposed to play out. no, he’s supposed to be yours. who else can he possibly have in his bed? how could he do this to you. he told you that he wouldn’t do it again.

sohee — a sweetheart, but also a fuck-ass liar. a cheater who can’t keep his word to save his stupid life. but he’s still a sweetheart.

what a lame gimmick. but how did it get to this?

tonight was an exciting night. a very exciting night. so exciting that it had you seated in front of the vanity in your room, makeup thrown across the surface. clothes tossed around in heaps and music blasting through the enclosed space. you were getting ready to go and see sohee. it had been weeks since the last visit — even though you lived no more than twenty minutes apart. but he said he needed his space here and there.

and who were you to not give that to him?

in the midst of beating your face to perfection, you failed to realize the sound of your creaky bedroom door opening and your roommate, eunseok, sliding in. situating himself into your bed in the process. the alarmingly loud thud of his body meeting your mattress made you whip around in the seat — grasping onto the loose t-shirt that framed your body from shock after realizing what the noise was.

“oh my god, you can’t do that seok.” catching your breath, throwing a makeup brush towards his direction before turning back to face the mirror. remembering that you were using that brush, you just huffed while looking for another one. as you searched, the same object that you used to attack him was being thrown right back at you — striking the back of your head.

getting into his feet, eunseoks’ laughter got closer and closer until he was hovering over you. leaning his body onto the back of your chair, he planted his hands onto the table. scanning the contents before making eye contact with you through the mirror. “what are you dolling up for anyway? i don’t remember you mentioning anything important this week.” his confusion mixed with curiosity lead to his hands grabbing some random blush that you had discarded. examining the product as he waited.

“getting ready to see sohee. he invited me over.” responding in a low tone as you focused on getting your liner to match each other. elbows resting up on the vanity as you tried to keep steady. being so focused on your eyelids that you just barely missed the male rolling his eyes. just barely though. “what are you rolling your eyes for??” questioning him, you placed the pen down, looking at him through the mirror once more. waiting to hear whatever bullshit opinion he has floating around his head.

“come on, you know why.” lowering his chin down onto your head, you stayed silent — waiting for him to further elaborate. sighing, eunseok continued, “he admitted to cheating on you, not just once but multiple times yn. and you’re still so quick to run back to him. and then you come to me begging me to tell you what to do, and every single fucking time i-“ his rant was cut short by the buzzing of your phone. hands darting to pick up the device, sohees’ name glowed on the screen. swiping to open the text, it was almost as if the world came crashing down and bursted into flames. nothing could have prepared you for the moment he would breakup with you over text.

so much for a peaceful day.

pushing yourself from out the the seat, you were out the door before eunseok could even react. throwing on a a pair of beatup af1s and one of eunseoks’ jackets that hung near the door — still in your pajama shorts. fumbling with your car keys as the cold night air hit your body. his words on loop in your mind as you turned on the car.

this isn’t gonna work anymore.

body hot, you darted through the doors of his apartment complex. sweat lining your face as you beelined up to the elevator, heads turning as you rushed through the once peaceful lobby. once at your destination, your movements didn’t slow. only quickening as the pads of your fingers smashed against the elevator button. breath low and heavy, mouth dry and legs weak — you waited for the machine to reach your floor. mechanical doors opening, you pushed your body into the tight space, the judge-mental stares of the recent occupants lingering on your body as you desperately, frantically abused button to the 8th floor. body trembling, you stood in front of the sliding doors.

you looked like a lunatic.

but that was the least of your concerns, all you could think about was his text. the text that sent you spiraling in a matter of seconds. the text that would be the reason you drove through the streets like a loon. he wanted to cut it off, but no. no he can’t do that. he’s yours and you’ll do anything to keep it that way. the ding of the elevator snapped you out from the manic episode, paranoia, you were experiencing. tripping over your own two feet, you sprinted down the corridor — finally reaching apartment 119. feet heavy, you stood idle.

an unsettling feeling flooding your senses. fingers twitching as your eyes burned holes into the wood that you walked through so many times in the past. the door that you were pushed up against after the first date. the door that he shoved your body out of whenever he was upset. the same frame where you sobbed and screamed at him after catching him messing around for the first time.

the door that you always crawled back to.

it all made your heart throb as you twisted the discolored metal. allowing yourself into the space, the strong, nearly sickening smell of cashmere and vanilla made your head spin. the home was dark, but the layout was engraved into your mind — due to spending multiple nights hastily undressing in the pitch black and finding yourself in his room. making way to said room, your feet brushed against a heap of clothing that laid abandoned in the hall. then it hit you, the creaking of his bed-frame and muffled yet ear-splitting moans drowning out the harsh sound of your footsteps hitting his hardwood floor.

holding onto the knob of his room, your heart beat pounded and throbbed in your ears. hot tears getting ready to stream down your puffy cheeks as you listened to the shameless groans that seeped from the cracks of the wood and into your ears — going straight to the deepest depths of your heart and giving the organ a good punch. it was like a slap in the face, this couldn’t be how it ends. no it’s not, you’re just hallucinating.

but you’re not.

a choked out cry of his name gave you whiplash. also giving you the strength you needed to swing open the only thing that was holding you back from the truth. the truth that would inevitably lead to the death of your heart. the truth that would make your breath get stuck in your throat. the sight was like a kick to the gut, staring at the way his hips kept moving even when his face tilted up to meet yours — that sweet smile plastered on his face as his hand was stationed ontop of his latest flings head.

it was as if time had stopped, and you were stuck watching your everything, replace you faster than you could blink. your stomach contracted and ached. legs weakening at the urge to vomit crept up on you before you could even register the feeling in your mind.

stumbling back, your body hit the wall — sending a harsh shockwave down your spine. hands wrapping around your own waist, the option to cry or scream bounced around your mind like a pinball. cheeks hot and puffy, eyes red and swollen, lips parted in pure, raw horror — your body started to hyperventilate instead. blinking away any tears that attempted to escape your irritated and itchy eyes, it was all too much. your balance was fucked — stumbling over nothing, you pushed yourself through his home and out the front door. not bothering to close it as you held onto the wall while trying to find the elevator. it was almost as if you’re whole body was shutting down and the hallway kept getting longer.

head spinning, vision blurred— you finally found the hunk of metal. looking down at your feet, your thumb smashed the button, while your other arm tightened around your body. this whole experience made you sick to your stomach, it was almost as if you could puke there and then. the ding of the elevator making your head snap up. the doors sliding open at an agonizingly slow rate — almost as if it was trying to drag out the torture that you were feeling. as you dragged yourself into the elevator, the echo of your name rang out. he was coming and he was moving quick. desperately hitting the lobby button, your body slid down the wall when the doors closed and you started to descend onto the lower floors.

maybe eunseok was right, he won’t change.

dragging yourself through the now empty lobby, all you wanted to do was curl up and die. but it was bound to happen and in all honesty — it was your fault for being him. over and over again, he would lie and you would believe him. falling back into the same trap, that same cycle of misery. you just wanted to believe he would change.

because how can the sweetest boy you know, be one of the sickest people to ever exist?

leaning back in your drivers seat, your face was covered in tears and your balled up fist repeatedly attacked the flesh of your thighs. the skin bruising with every hit, voice cracking with each staggered breath you took in. lips raw from your teeth sinking into them in weak attempts to hold back hiccups.

eunseok sat waiting in the living room, watching as your little dot on his map got closer to your shared apartment. leaning into the cushions of the couch, he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. the sight of you rushing out to try and salvage a relationship that should have been scrapped months ago. he would never say it to your face, bur he truly found you pathetic — a pretty girl who was too trusting. too afraid of losing people who only brought her down. a girl who yearns for the slightest bit of affection, comfort, love. glancing back down at the device, your little blue dot was right outside the door. probably trying to collect yourself before having to face eunseok again.

taking it upon himself, eunseok walked over to the door, pulling it open to be met with a startled you. eyes glossed over, eyeliner running down your face, bottom lip tucked under your teeth — it was a sight straight from a 80s romance novel. eyes scanning your body, his gaze lingered on the way your lips quivered ever so slightly.

expanding his arms, your body came crashing into his. clawing onto his shoulders while his arms held onto your waist. leading you back into the home, closing the door in the process. eunseok allowed you to weep and breakdown into him. swaying side to side in an attempt to soothe your mind — it almost made him feel bad for you. but how could he when all he did was tell you how you should, needed to leave him. being the mediator in your life was getting exhausting, and he truly didn’t know how much more he could put up with.

pulling away, he took the time to swipe at any tears that lingered. then leading you into your room. only for you two to stand there. back turned to him, you slowly glanced over your shoulder to stare at him. so many words being spoken through a simple gesture — until was now leading you to his. there, you waited until he was seated. laying your head in his lap, curling up into a ball as his fingers brushed loose strands of hair from your face. the sound of cars zooming below his cracked open window and the dim city lights leaking into the dark room, past the partly opened curtains. your shallow breathing paired with sniffles filling whatever empty space remained. it

“what did i tell you?” brushing his fingers over your warm cheeks, it came to no surprise when you started rambling incoherent and unfinished sentences, trying to defend yourself. sitting up in front of the male, you could feel yourself get worked up all over again. the waterworks starting up again as you started gasping for air as if it was getting forcefully sucked from out of your chest with every sentence. “i thought he would change, i really did.” face scrunched up in discomfort, eunseok pulled you onto his lap — head falling into the crook of his neck as he massaged your back. continuing to spew out senseless sentences that fell onto deaf ears. the feeling of your tears soaking his shirt for the second, but not the last, time tonight. hooking your arms around his neck in an attempt to stabilize yourself, eunseok moved his hands down to your hips. pushing them down ever so slightly. if you weren’t a mess, it would have been obvious what he was trying to do.

“it’s okay, i got you.” shifting beneath you, the now painfully obvious tent of his shorts rubbed against your thigh. lifting your head, there was a weird tension. attempting to slide off his lap, eunseoks grip only tightened. “let me help you, you’ll feel so much better afterwards, m’kay?” whispering into your ear, he pushed your body down onto his bed. hovering over above you for a moment before crashing his lips down onto yours. nipping and tugging at the already raw skin while his hands forced down your shorts, slipping them all your legs and onto his floor. hands on either side of your head, all you could physically do was let him undress your lower half, too weak from hysteria to even attempt to move.

removing himself from your body, eunseok got off the bed. standing on the side, he gripped onto your ankles — dragging your body to the edge and standing in between them. but he couldn’t help but watch, stare at the way your chest slowly moved up and down with each shaky breath. the way you shifted and writhed under his touch. it all went straight to his dick.

surprising, right? no? ok.

tugging down at his shorts, he pulled them down just enough for his dick to spring up. placing a hand onto your hip, eunseok used his other to drag his tip against your panties. leaving a wet-patch in its wake. a lazy smile on his lips as he teased and teased. slapping your thinly clothed cunt with his length. sliding his other hand down, he pushed the fabric aside, lining himself up with your heat.

“you’re gonna feel so much better, just let me do all the work.” pushing himself past your folds, the ache that you once had was replaced with a slight pain. it had been awhile since you even thought of having sex, refraining from such activities with the knowledge of sohees frequent relations. holding onto your ankles, eunseok folded your legs until they were touching your chest, giving himself the view that he had been longing to see. taking in the sight of you sucking him back in every time he pulled out. ignoring the way you called his name, telling him it was too much.

“you’ll adjust, just take it.” with every word, eunseok snipped his lips against your ass. causing a string of hoarse moans and whine leaving your lips. he was the silent type, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t losing his mind. collecting his composure, he continued speaking you through it, “i’m just here to make you feel better, you’re doing so well baby.” but you didn’t feel better, yeah you felt good. but you couldn’t help that your heart still longed for someone who didn’t care for you, while someone else was between your thighs.

maybe he’ll pick up the phone once this is over.

yana here- hi. heh. the way this took me barely a full day to finish and i thought it would take like 3. the idea was lingering in my mind all week, i started writing it at like 3PM yesterday, then stopped. continued at like 11 and finished right now! it’s currently 4PM. i hope you liked it, idk i liked writing it. kinda mad at myself for making sohee such a bitch but then its hot so idc. also, another abrupt ending because i like the idea of not finishing what i started. dont get mad at me or i’ll cry.

my baby lives in shades of cool

►DANCING WITH THE DEVIL #004 [Sunghoon.] — teaser

Previous Parts ‣ #001 | ‣ #002 | ‣ #003

Abstract: Eight years have passed since you betrayed Park Sunghoon, leaving his fate shrouded in uncertainty. You thought you'd left that world behind, but the serial killings in the capital city —which bore a haunting resemblance to that in your past—pulled you right back into the shadows you once escaped. What began as a quest to prove your worth soon unraveled into something far more sinister: a labyrinthine network of power, deceit, and danger hidden beneath a veneer of opulence. Now, amidst the grandeur of a castle steeped in blood-soaked tradition, you find yourself, once again, entangled with Sunghoon—a ghost from your past whose motives remain as inscrutable as ever. The stakes are now higher, the games deadlier, and survival feels like chasing a mirage. As you navigate a web of twisted rituals and deadly alliances, the tension between you and Sunghoon ignites once again. But this time, the game is different. With whispers of betrayal and lingering wounds threatening to consume you both, you must decide if trust is a risk worth taking—because in doing so, you are not just exposing the truths they've hidden, but also the feelings you’ve fought so hard to suppress and bury.

Genre: vampire!sunghoon | horror | thriller | fantasy | romance (or is it? 😋)

Status: currently being drafted

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Author's Note ((if you want a teaser, read me lol)):

Ack, I can't believe I came back (for the last time, probably).

I have written almost 20k and I think this is 70% of the story in my head already. To give you a teaser of it: if you like the gothic and eerie ambience of this series, Part 4 is on another scale -- I bring you right at the nexus of that vampire world (yknow castles, full moons, venetian masks, a ball, lots of fangs and deaths). If you like the tension between Sunghoon and y/n, I can assure you THAT is something that will never die from this series BUT lemme just say this time, the tension is different. I think thus far, the tension and dynamics between them has always been very much an attempt at one-upping the other -- fiery and chaotic, fuelled by emotions they didn’t want to admit even to themselves ((if there were any emotions there is 👀)). But in part 4, the tension has matured -- leaning more into proximity, vulnerability, and unspoken questions. It's less about winning or one-upping each other and more about unraveling hidden truths and struggling with the emotional weight of their past and present. Basically, here's another moodboard because boiii, I needed the main moodboard to have Sunghoon's beautiful face all over so I can't fit the other "important" pics hahah

And that is about as much as what I'll give you hahaha. I really plan to end the series with this part so it will stop haunting us ((me especially)) so I hope your interests has not waned and if you're new to this, I hope this sparks you to read from the beginning hehe

If you're interested to know about the creative process behind this. You can read on: it was effing torturous. It was very hard to think of how to reunite these two in a way that is not cliche nor rushed. It was even harder to try and make them realistically not want to kill each other after the ending of Part 3. Hence why it took me so long. On top of that, I was juggling a full-time work and very recently, academics so you can just imagine. But I digress, hopefully Part 4 will be a good ending to this ((whether it ends positively or not 👀))

-A.