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the first thing to come to my mind seeing this particular still was 1970s/ 1980s detectives jake and sunghoon.

having detectives park sunghoon sim jaeyu work on the murder case of your husband, unable to find any clue or suspect and so the case is left cold, a mystery to the untimely death of your husband

and when you pack up everything and leave the country, everyone takes pity on you, feeling sorry for being widowed at such a young age, unable to thrive in a place that is nothing but a memory of your dear late husband, not knowing you're in a foreign land, celebrating effortlessly getting away with the murder of your husband, with your partners in crime, detectives jake and sunghoon,... busy being filled with two big dicks at once

Such A Monster

monster!jake sim [enhypen] x reader [afab] // smut

concept: you've always been afraid of the dark. you had no idea how right you were to be. the creature lurking there has motives you would never have imagined...

w/c: 5.9k

warning: monster au, monsterfucking, demonic creature, use of it/its pronouns for the monster, mind manipulation, dream manipulation; sexually explicit content, dub con, monster tongue, vaginal sex, monster cock, monster cum, unprotected sex*, creampie, term of endearment [pretty]

You were terrified of the dark as a child. In the pitch blackness of your bedroom everything seemed monstrous. Everything seemed like it was coming for you. The shadows would play tricks on your eyes, looking like something was always reaching out towards you, going to get you. Even when your parents put a nightlight in your bedroom the shadows that would come from the dancing blue and purple lights felt horrifying, like they were tendrils reaching out to grab you. You would spend long nights hiding under your covers, cowering until eventually sleep would come for you.

“There’s a monster! A monster under my bed!” You would insist to your parents, your father indulging you. He would get down on the floor and check underneath every single night but every single night you would say the same thing. Or it was in your closet. Or outside your window. And every night your dad would say, “See, honey, there’s nothing there.” 

“No, it’s there! There’s a monster!” You would cry, hiding under your covers. 

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing there,” he would insist, sitting on the edge of your bed, brushing your hair from your face. “Nothing’s gonna get you. You’re perfectly safe. There’s no monster.” 

This went on for a long time. Your sibling would call you crybaby, your parents indulged you for, honestly, far too long. Your dad told you he wasn’t going to look under your bed or in your closet when you turned ten, saying, “You’re too old for this! You know there’s no such thing as monsters!” He removed your nightlight and closed the door, leaving you in the pitch blackness of your bedroom.

Eventually, you started to grow out of it. The darkness is scary but as you got older you stopped seeing something sinister around every corner. You still don’t watch scary movies, you won’t entertain ghost stories, the idea of true crime isn’t even something you can handle. You’re pretty scared of everything, admittedly, the hours spent in the darkness as a child making you anxious. Still, you can sleep in relative comfort most nights, it’s not too bad. You no longer fear that when you close your eyes that there’s going to be a monster under your bed, something that’s going to creep out from the darkness and grab you. 

“I’m staying the night with my boyfriend,” your roommate tells you over breakfast. You lift a brow at her, your roommate smiling gently. “He has the night off from work so we’re going to, uh… watch a movie.” 

“You can say have sex, I’m not a kid,” you say and she giggles. 

“You’re just a little innocent sometimes, that’s all,” she says, patting your head on her way back to her bedroom. “Scared of the dark and all.” 

“When I was ten!” You insist, turning your head to call out her, your roommate slipping back into her bedroom. “Lots of kids are scared of the dark!” 

“You’re still scared of the dark!” She yells back, coming out of her room with her overnight bag on her shoulder. “You don’t watch horror movies, you hate true crime,” she drops the bag on the table and you roll your eyes, shoveling another spoonful of eggs into your mouth, “you cried when you thought I was going to play SAW during one of our movie nights.” 

“I hate the SAW movies, they’re just gory!” She rolls her eyes at you, walking back into the kitchen. “Lots of people don’t like horror movies. They’re nightmare inducing!” 

“Okay,” she says, but she sounds more condescending than anything. “Just don’t be scared tonight when I don’t come home.” 

“I’m a big girl. I think I can be alone in the apartment for one night,” you insist. 

Before you climb into bed that night, you double check to make sure the door is double locked, the balcony door too, and all the windows are locked. There’s nothing dangerous, you know it, but it’s always good to be cautious. It’s always good to just make sure that everything is locked up and nothing is outside. You pull all the blinds, turn on your favorite Studio Ghibli movie and crawl under your covers. You’ll fall asleep in no time, you’re sure of it. 

Your roommate doesn’t come home at all and you do, eventually, drift off. As you suspected, it’s not that hard and you fall asleep to the relaxing sounds of the movie, the music of the credits a soft soundtrack in the background. You knew sleeping wouldn’t be that hard and manage to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, comfortable underneath your covers. 

The bed creaks suddenly, in the middle of the night but it doesn’t rouse you. You’re still completely asleep until the bed suddenly shakes. You wake up with a start, clutching your blankets to your chest. The room is still, the bedroom is quiet, the music from the DVD menu playing softly. Your eyes dart around in the darkness, trying to figure out what might have shaken your bed. You can’t see anything in the dark, you reach for your phone on the nightstand, only for your bed to tremble again. 

You gasp, curling up in the middle of your bed. You don’t dare touch the edges of your mattress, petrified by what might be lurking in the dark. You’re shaking, looking around in an effort to figure out what might be in the darkness, what is touching your bed. You can’t see anything though, your television offering only the smallest amount of light to your bedroom, the screen having gone dim. 

To your horror, a hand creeps up from over the edge of your bed at the foot of it. The hand is human but pitch black, only the light from your television offering you enough light to see it. Long fingers attached to a wide palm, a narrow wrist slowly makes its way over the edge of your bed. You’re frozen to the spot, watching as a second hand suddenly comes up as well, both hands clenching in your blankets. They grip at the edge of your covers, pulling like they’re trying to drag the rest of itself out from the darkness under your bed. 

Your bed trembles and you curl up tighter, pulling your blanket over your head. You press a hand over your mouth, trying to keep silent despite the tears building in your eyes. You don’t dare move, breathing is hard as you wait. Terror fills you, horrified at what you might find if you remove your blanket. You close your eyes tightly, squeezing them shut in the hopes that when you open them, it’ll all be gone. 

You wake up in the morning with a gasp. You push your covers back, looking at the edge of your bed. Nothing is strange, everything is normal, down to the DVD menu still quietly playing in the background. Your heart is beating loudly in your ears, rabbiting in your chest as you look around the room, terrified. Nothing is amiss, everything is the same as when you originally climbed into bed last night. You run a hand over your face, trying to forget whatever that horrifying nightmare was last night. It had to be a nightmare.

When you climb out of bed, you hesitate. You drop to the floor, looking underneath your bed. Your shoe and coat storage boxes are all that’s underneath there, nothing out of the ordinary. You sit up with a huff, shaking your head. No, it was a dream. Just a nightmare. That’s all. 

Still, it haunts you. What the hell were you watching the other day that would cause such a terrifying dream? You don’t watch that kind of stuff and you don’t dare bring it up to your roommate when she comes home. All she’ll do is make fun of you, telling you that you’re so cute and innocent, and can’t be left alone at all. It was a nightmare, people have nightmares all the time you tell yourself. Maybe you psyched yourself out about your roommate being gone, you were anxious. It happens.

Even when you go to bed that night, even though you’re nervous, your roommate is right down the hall. It’s fine, nothing’s going to happen. You settle down in your bed, turn on your sleep playlist and will yourself to go to sleep. 

When you wake up in the morning, nothing is strange, you didn’t even dream. It was a nightmare. You’re satisfied by the lack of dream last night and continue with your day. Stupid. It was just a nightmare. 

Nothing comes from your terrifying experience, you keep on with work, you and yout roommate continue to have dinner together, a few movie nights, you don’t even think about it. It isn’t until your roommate tells you she’s going to her boyfriend’s again that it comes back to you. It flits by in your mind, the hands on your blankets, the shaking of your bed, but it goes just as quickly as it came. It was a nightmare, it’s fine. Surely that’s not going to happen again.

When you go to bed you close up the apartment tightly and crawl into your bed. No movie tonight, you’ll just go to sleep. You’ve been sleeping well with your sleep playlist, that’s all you need. You turn out the light, turn on your music and settle down underneath your covers. Sleep comes easily to you, sure that you’ll sleep the whole night through. 

In the middle of the night, your bed shakes. Your eyes snap open. The room is pitch black, you’re still lying down, and don’t even move. You take a long deep breath, letting it out slowly. It’s a nightmare, just close your eyes, you’ll fall right back asleep. So you do, sure that if you just ignore it it’ll go away. It’s all in your head. 

The bed shakes again, keeping you awake. Your eyes open again and this time you sit up. The room is dark, your eyes adjust slowly to the darkness, making out the shape of your bed, your desk in the corner, the door. The hand that appears over the edge of the bed. 

You freeze up, watching as the hand clenches in your blankets yet again, then a second hand joins it. You watch in fear as the nightmare repeats itself, the hand fisting your covers, pulling as if to pull itself, whatever it is, out from under your bed. You swallow, unable to turn away. Maybe if you let it play out… maybe this time, if it just happens, it’ll be over. 

The black hands fade away to normal arms, the complexion hard to make out but not the pitch black of the hands, like their hands have been painted halfway up the forearm. Arms connected to shoulders, connected to a head of jet black hair. You watch with wide eyes as the creature, whatever it is, pulls itself out from under your covers. It drags itself over the edge of the bed, movements jerky and uneven, like it’s not used to moving. You watch with bated breath as it uses the blankets, grabbing at them as a way to drag itself even further, up the bed. Towards you. 

The figure starts to reveal itself to you, like that of a man, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and hips. Its draped in cloth, like black satin, shimmering in the non-light of your room. You watch as it brings its whole body onto the bed, rolling onto its stomach. It keeps their head down, turned towards the covers as it crawls up towards you. You curl up towards the head of your bed, gasping for air as the creature drags itself towards you, humanoid but moving so strangely, like it isn’t fully in control of its own movements yet. 

“What’s wrong?” It whispers. Its voice is rough, deep, rasping. You swallow, trying to stay away from it but it gets closer. It still doesn’t raise its head. “Don’t be scared, pretty,” it hisses, grabbing you around the ankle. 

You open your mouth to scream, terrified, but it’s on you in a second. It moves all wrong, crawling over you animalistically, body contorting in horrifying ways. Its other hand covers your mouth. It’s damp, like it’s really covered with tacky paint as it clamps over your mouth. When you look at it, you realize it’s looking right at you. 

It’s… handsome. With full lips, a wide nose, big eyes. Its facial features are that of a perfectly handsome man, looking down at you with half lidded eyes. At least, it would be, if it weren’t for the mouthful of sharp teeth you can see through its parted lips and the blackness of its eyes. Its eyes are fully black, completely pitch black, framed by long lashes. You gasp and it tightens its hand over your mouth tighter. 

“Aren’t I handsome?” It rasps. “I made myself handsome for you, pretty.” You breathe a sob against its hand as it trails a free hand up your leg, towards the end of your short sleep shorts. “So pretty.” It dips its fingers underneath the end hem of your shorts, fingertips pushing up the inside of your thigh. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping that it’ll make it all end. “Don’t worry, pretty. This won’t be the last you’ll see of me.” A cold, chilling kiss is pressed to your cheek before darkness consumes you. 

You wake up with a gasp, touching yourself all over. It’s gone, whatever you experienced last night, it’s all over. Whatever that… thing was, that was touching you, it’s gone. You try to catch your breath, try to erase the thought from your mind but you just can’t. You can’t forget it, especially not the way it looked at you, the way it touched you, the way it… kissed you. Like it wanted you. 

Like it was going to have you. 

“You good?” Your roommate asks when you finally come out of your room, having come back from her boyfriend’s place early. You startle, surprised to see her in the kitchen. “Hey, just me,” she says, raising her hand in mock surrender, surprised that you startled so hard. “You look kind of pale. You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you say. “Nightmare, I guess.” She clicks her tongue at you but doesn’t offer anything else. You sit down at the table, running a hand over your face. Yeah, nightmare. That’s all it was. 

This dream haunts you even more than the last one. It sits in your brain for days after the fact, sleeping is more difficult than ever. You wake up every couple of hours, the image of that monstrous face flashing through your mind. It’s all you can think about. The cold, damp feeling of that kiss against your cheek, the damp hand against your mouth, keeping you quiet. Sometimes you wake up from nightmares, you know these ones are definitely nightmares, they’re not as well formed as… the others.

Some of them are “innocent” with it grabbing at your body, dragging you down the bed, ignoring your cries for help as it pulls you under the bed with it. Those are manageable, if terrifying. You can fight it off sometimes, clawing your way across the floor as it tries to drag you, kicking and screaming, under the dark maw of your bed. Others are worse, though.

You wake up gasping for air from dreams of it tearing your clothes from your body, imagining blackened claws at the tips of those fingers ripping your clothing to sheds. It forces you down against the bed, sharp teeth brushing your throat as it kisses you, mouthing at your neck, down your bare chest. These ones devolve into it touching you between your legs, cupping your breasts, wet mouth dragging over your stomach. You thrash helplessly as it holds you down, whispering, “So pretty,” in your ear as it touches you. 

You can never figure those dreams out. Sometimes you even wake up wet, horrified but dripping at the idea of it all. You can’t determine if you’re more terrified or turned on when you realize this. 

You’re quietly thankful that your roommate doesn’t stay with her boyfriend for at least a month. It gives you plenty of time to put that… creature to the back of your mind. You almost forget about it because there’s no way it’s even real. It’s just a nightmare, you have them sometimes. You start to sleep better, you push it all away and you feel safe, knowing she’s there. Knowing that if it were to show up, she would be there, she would hear your screams. You’re safe with her around. You don’t have to worry about anything and eventually, it all starts to fade into the background. It becomes just a passing thought, just another bad dream. 

Until she says she’s going to stay with her boyfriend again. 

“Oh?” You ask, voice breaking. You clear your throat awkwardly, hoping she didn’t notice. 

“He’s been working nothing but overtime lately, he could really do with staying in and taking better care of himself,” she grumbles, packing her overnight bag. “I swear, I don’t know what to do with him. He’s always working himself so hard,” she mumbles, more to herself than you. You’re still stuck on the fact that you’re going to be alone though. 

“Oh,” you say. “Well… uhm… actually…” She straightens up, looking at you and you hesitate.

What are you supposed to say? I think a creature lives under my bed and it comes out and gets me when you’re not here? You would sound insane, you can’t say that to her. Besides, it’s her boyfriend. Of course she wants to spend time with him, especially if he’s been working hard. No, you can’t ask her to stay, no matter how much you want to. 

“Uhm, nevermind,” you shake your head. “Have fun. Tell him I said hi.” 

“Alright,” she laughs, confused. “I don’t think we’re gonna be doing a lot of talking though…” 

“That you could’ve kept to yourself,” you comment, rolling your eyes and turning back to your breakfast. She laughs behind you. 

When you go to bed that night you pause in the doorway of your bedroom. You glance back at the front door, locked tight, the balcony too, all the windows. You locked everything up. You get down to your knees, checking under your bed. Just your shoe and coat storage boxes are under there. Your apartment, your room, everything is safe. Everything is locked up, there’s nothing under your bed. You feel like you’re ten years old again and get back to your feet, rubbing a hand over your face. 

“C’mon, there’s no one here,” you mumble to yourself. “Just go to bed. It’s just a nightmare.” 

You crawl under your blankets after turning out the lights, turning on your sleep playlist. The apartment is quiet, you can hear the hum of the dishwasher that you started before bed, the soft sound of the wind outside your window, but that’s all. Your sleep playlist lulls you into a sense of security. You’re fine. And you need to get some sleep if you’re going to work in the morning. 

With a sigh, you settle down, pulling your blankets up to your chin. You’re plenty safe. There’s no such thing as monsters. There’s nothing under your bed. 

The bed shaking wakes you up. Your eyes snap open in the darkness of your bedroom. The bed trembles underneath you and you swallow, pulling your blanket up further. If you don’t move, if you don’t react, maybe it’ll go away? Maybe you’ll just sleep through it. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut, hoping for it to end. 

Hands grab the end of your blankets, causing you to flinch away. You curl up in a fetal position at the top of your bed, keeping your blankets tucked up against your chest. Hesitantly, you look over the edge of the blanket to see the hands that have been haunting you for weeks creeping their way up the blankets. They fist the covers, dragging the body attached to them up over the edge of the bed, head and shoulders, a familiar head of black hair. The body moves… faster? You’re not sure but it feels like it’s moving towards you at a much faster rate than last time as you shrink back against your pillows. 

The body still moves strangely, contorting monstrously, shambling across your bed as it pulls itself up onto it. It’s so far from normal you’re petrified, watching with fear as it gets closer and closer to you. The creature drags itself across the bed, crawling towards you, blackened fingers grabbing at the bedding as it approaches. 

“So pretty,” it rasps, the voice that it speaks with sending shivers down your spine. “Did you miss me?” 

“What… are you?” You ask, words trembling out of you. It’s the first time you’ve ever spoken to it. It stops, halfway up the bed, slowly lifting its head. Its lips are parted, a plush pink that directly contrasts the sharp maw it hides inside. Its eyes are still pitch black, shiny like marbles, complete blackness inside the sockets, but framed with long eyelashes.

“You don’t recognize me?” It asks. It crawls further forward, nearly on top of you. You shrink back against your headboard as it leans over the top of you. It looks down at you, almost affectionately? You’re not sure, but under its empty eyed gaze you feel frozen, too terrified to move. It lifts a hand, dragging a finger down the side of your face. You bite your lip, forcing yourself not to flinch away. “I’m yours, pretty. I’ve always been yours.” 

“What…” you swallow. “What do you want from me?” 

“I just want you.” It tucks its fingertip under your chin, tilting your chin up. You look up at it, into those black eyes. “Let me have you, pretty.” 

You don’t know a damn thing about this creature. You don’t know what it wants, what it truly wants, from you. It’s a demon, it looks at you like it could devour you or keep you or kiss you, you’re not sure. All you know is that it’s attached to you, it wants you, alone. It only shows up when you’re alone, and your heart trembles in your chest. Still, you lick your lips, watch as its marble eyes shift as though watching you do it. Slowly, you nod your head to it, curiosity pulling at you. 

“What do I call you?” You whisper. 

“Jaeyun,” it whispers, the word rasping out of it. “And I’ll keep calling you pretty.” It closes the distance between you, pressing its lips to yours. 

It’s chilling, cool and clammy against your mouth. You gasp into its mouth, too scared to move. You know it has sharp teeth, you don’t know what to do, how do you kiss a creature? It doesn’t seem to care though, cupping your jaw in its hand and pressing its thumb into the hinge. Your mouth falls open, forced to drop your jaw, causing you to feel something slick and slippery slither its way into your mouth. You grab at its shoulders, trying to push it off of you but it’s stronger, holding you in place.

It takes you a second to realize, but a shiver runs through you when you realize, that’s it’s tongue. Jaeyun’s tongue is fucking into your mouth, dragging along yours, slithering around the roof of your mouth, towards your throat. It pushes forward, causing you to choke on it, the appendage literally fucking your throat. Your eyes squeeze shut, letting it take what it wants from your mouth. Impossibly, the feeling of it pushing against the back of your tongue, the desperate press of it trying to get to your throat, it causes you to rub your thighs together. You can feel yourself getting wet. 

While it tongue fucks you, Jaeyun’s free hand slides down your front. It touches from your shoulder down your chest, ghosting over your breast. You whimper into its mouth as its fingertips brush over your nipple. It jerks its hand back, as though unfamiliar with humans. When it pulls back from your mouth, you watch as its tongue slips back into its mouth, long and dextrous and pink. You gasp for air as it touches you again, cupping your breast in its hand over your shirt. You’re braless, your nipple hardening underneath the fabric as it caresses you, squeezing and fondling your breast. You moan softly, letting it touch you. 

“Your body is so sensitive,” it rasps, letting its fingertips touch over your breast gently. “I like that about you.” 

It kisses you again, tongue immediately pressing between your lips again. It catches you off guard, having to open your mouth against its advances as it drags its hand down your body, fisting the bottom of your shirt so it can push it up your body. You arch underneath it, Jaeyun’s hands immediately going to your breasts. You moan into its mouth as it grabs at your chest, groping at your breasts. Its fingers immediately find your hard nipples, pebbling under its fingertips, pinching and pulling at them. You can feel yourself getting wetter, whining into its mouth as it fucks your mouth with its tongue, toying with your sensitive tits. 

“Please,” you gasp into its mouth, forcing it away from your mouth. “Please, I need more.” 

“More?” Jaeyun whispers. “How much more?” 

You take its hand from your breast, guiding it down your body. It lets you, letting you bring its hand all the way down your body. You part your legs, pressing his hand against your clothed cunt. You press its palm against where you’re dampening your underwear, and you whimper. 

“Touch me here.” 

“Take off your clothes.” 

“What about you?” You gasp. “I don’t know what you look like.” 

“I’m handsome,” it promises you, words rasping out between parted lips. “I made myself handsome for you.” 

“Then let me see.” 

Jaeyun doesn’t stop you as you reach for its clothes, an amorphous swath of black satin wraps its body, which you push at to reveal its body to you. It watches you with half lidded, unblinking eyes as you unwrap it. You reveal a sculpted chest and toned stomach as you push it down its torso. A perfect v line comes into view as you keep going, revealing its hips and then, your mouth goes dry, a thick, heavy cock between its legs. 

It’s not like a normal cock, bigger than average, thick at the base, tapering to a thin, pointed tip. You push the fabric away, touching it gently. It doesn’t even blink as you do so, trailing your finger along the length of him. Jaeyun’s cock is so long you’re not even sure if it would fit inside of you, your fingertip touching the tapered tip. It twitches under your fingertip, a pearl of black liquid forming at the slit. 

“Do you like it?” It whispers as you look up at its face in surprise. “Would you like it inside of you?” 

“God, please.” 

It kisses you furiously, grabbing at your shorts and tearing them down your legs along with your panties. You gasp into its mouth, allowing it to thrust its tongue into your mouth again. You moan as the slick appendage pushes between your lips, dragging over your tongue, tasting you desperately. It doesn’t seem to care at all about your shirt, instead dragging you closer as soon as your shorts are gone. You’re surprised by its sudden insistence, like your desire is all Jaeyun needed to truly have you. 

“Where?” It growls into your mouth. 

You pull it in closer, settling back into the pillows. It follows you, leaning over you, thick cock protruding lewdly from between its thighs. You part your legs further, around its hips, wrapping your fingers around its cock to guide it closer to you. Black eyes stare into yours, hands grabbing at your hips. You can feel it when the tapered tip nudges against your clit, a little moan escaping you. You guide it down, towards your entrance and then wrap your hands around Jaeyun’s hips, pulling it towards you. 

Its cock sinks into you slowly, stretching you the further it gets. Jaeyun stares down at you, pushing and pushing until it feels like its cock is pressing against your cervix, and still it keeps going. You gasp, walls protesting against the stretch as it pushes in until Jaeyun’s hips are flush to yours. Your eyes roll back as it pulls back just a little, only to shove it back inside of you. You yelp, head thrown back into the pillows. 

“Fuck!” You cry out. 

“You sound pretty like this,” it groans. “You feel good around me. You like it when I’m inside of you?” Jaeyun asks, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Yes,” you cry, “yes, yes. Jaeyun, yes. I like you inside of me.” 

“I’m glad,” it rasps into your throat. “Because I like being inside of you. I’m gonna make you mine.” 

You don’t know what that means but you do know that you can barely breathe as it pulls back, snapping its hips forward again, fucking you hard and rough. Your mouth falls open, little noises escaping you at the crest of every thrust, the tapered tip of the cock inside of you pressing hard against your walls. It feels like its cock is bullying its way further inside of you every time it fucks into you, thrusting into your pussy with reckless abandon. Your thoughts are scattered, the only thing you can focus on being the tight pressure of hands on your hips, the sound of growls in your ear as it fucks you animalistically. 

“You’re⁠— you’re⁠— oh God.” 

“Not God,” it bites out. “Not God inside of your body. Not even close.” Jaeyun grinds its cock deep into you and you nearly sob, cunt pulsing around it. It grabs you by the jaw, forcing you to look at it. Its black eyes glow red in the shape of irises, your heart beating in your throat when you see it. “I’m going to fill you with something so unholy,” it growls out. 

“Please,” you gasp out. “Please, Jaeyun.” 

“Mine,” it hisses out. “My pretty thing.” 

It fucks harder into you, tilting his hips further down into yours. You do scream this time, Jaeyun cupping a hand over your mouth to muffle your shouts. Its cock shoves so hard into you, fucking deep into your pussy, like it’s trying to fuck as far into your body as physically possible. You cry out, tears building in your eyes as it stretches you out, pain and pleasure mixing dangerously in your hips, settling hotly in your body. You’re going to come, you’re going to come on this damn thing’s cock. 

You slip a hand down between your bodies, desperate to get off. You touch your clit, rubbing hard at the sensitive bundle of nerves, trying so hard to come. It pushes your hand away, making you sob into the hand covering your mouth, only to take over for you. It’s clumsy, unused to it, but still it presses its fingers firmly into your clit, rubbing hard against the nerves. You whine into the hand, back arching, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, your cunt spasming around the cock splitting you open. 

“That’s it,” Jaeyun groans. “Make me fill you.” 

Distantly, you’re aware of the feeling of the cock inside of you pulsing. You can feel the wet trickle of something inside of you, thick and heavy. The hand on your mouth drops away as Jaeyun groans above you, hips rocking into yours. 

“I see now,” it groans. “I know why humans do this.” It leans down, kissing your lax mouth. “I like you, pretty. I’m gonna like keeping you.” 

Your eyes flutter closed, your whole body pulsing with your heart beat. 

You wake up in the morning, tucked down into your blankets, alone. You’re fully dressed, feeling heavy with exhaustion. When you sit up, you blink your eyes hard, trying to sort through the fog. You must’ve slept harder than you thought, dreamless. You wrack your brain for a dream, but nothing floats to the surface. Alright, well, you’ve had worse nights, that’s for damn sure. 

You climb out of bed and head for the shower to get ready for the day. You prepare your towels, turn on the water and toss your clothes in the hamper. In the shower, you wet your hair, tipping your head back under the stream, eyes closed. In the water, you don’t notice the trail of wetness that drips down your thigh, down your calf, washing down the drain. Your eyes closed, the water running over your body, you don’t see the slick trail of black that trickles out of you.

“What do you think?” Your roommate asks and you purse your lips, staring at the crop top she has in her hands. “They have a different color too, if you hate it.” 

“Is it for me?” You ask, confused. 

“I don’t wear crop tops,” she says and you roll your eyes. 

“While you ponder my wardrobe, I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you say, pointing over your shoulder to the food court. She waves you off, still going through the racks. You roll your eyes, stepping away to head for the food court. There are some upsides to going to the mall these days, even if they are kind of a thing of the past. You slip through the crowds, headed for the Starbucks sitting out in the middle of it. 

You stumble as someone bumps into you, startled. They turn, grabbing you gently by the shoulder. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” they apologize. You look up to see a guy, a very handsome guy, looking at you. He smiles shyly at you, all bright white teeth and wide, earnest eyes. “I wasn’t looking where I was going. That’s- that’s my fault. Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you say, blinking a couple of times. Why is he so… familiar? “Have we met before?” 

“Huh? Uh… I don’t think so,” he says, taking his hands back. “I mean… I would remember someone as pretty as you.” 

“Oh, that a line?” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest, lifting a brow. 

“No!” He says and you watch as his confidence seems to crumble, tone flustered. He’s cute. “I⁠— uh, I’m not making a very good impression, huh?” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, let me try again. I’m Jake. I don’t believe we’ve met. And you are?” He asks, offering a hand. 

“Y/N,” you say, taking the hand offered. 

“Well, Y/N, I see I have gotten in your way. May I… buy you a coffee or something, to make it up to you?” He offers. You smile at him. 

“I would like that,” you agree. He turns slightly, waving to the Starbucks kiosk. You step ahead of him, glancing back over your shoulder. He watches you step ahead of him, his smile melting into a smirk when you look away again. When he blinks, his eyes flash black, only to turn back to brown when he blinks again, following after you.

a/n: *with this being a monster fic i thought it was well within my liberties to depict unprotected sex, but please remember to engage in responsible sexual practices like the use of condoms and contraceptives. remember: safe sex saves lives! <3 i hope you enjoyed my first foray into monsterfucking, i fully plan to write more, this one was very fun!

taesan and sunghoon as each other’s siblings mean so much to me, you don’t understand!!

i just picture the typical boyfriend’s brother snooping into you and his brother doing god knows what in the bedroom for them both..

taesan was used to sunghoon bringing over his girlfriend at home, hanging out in the comfort of his bedroom— then midnight came. every single time the clock struck midnight, that’s when taesan would hear the bed creaking and the muffled moans through the walls.

he paid no mind to whatever happened in his brother’s room not until you came waltzing into sunghoon’s life and that’s when taesan paid a little more attention towards sunghoon and his slutty girlfriends.

sunghoon had you on your knees in his bedroom, hands forcing your head up and down his cock as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him off. he was rough, brutally rough as he bucked his hips into your mouth which had you gagging as his cockhead poked your throat.

“taesan-ah, i can fucking see you— fuck, don’t be a pussy and just come inside.” sunghoon groaned as he saw taesan watching as you sucked his brother off through the opened door, sunghoon grunts when you whine around his cock when you heard him call out to his own brother.

sunghoon hisses as he keeps your head still, nose buried in his trimmed pubes, you gag repeatedly as sunghoon keeps you still, eyes trained on his brother who shamelessly walked into the room and even shut the door behind him.

afraid to look his brother in the eye, taesan kept his eyes trained on you, oh how he wished he had you on his knees just for him.

“come on, slut. show my brother how much of a slut you are.”

[13:04]

Sidekick

That's what his friends called him whenever you are with him. They saw how he was took for granted by you. But, he denied it harshly when they said he should not interact with you anymore. That it is unhealthy at this point to be with you.

You love him, you said it everyday and he knew you were saying the truth.

You will not lying to him.

Right?

"Heeseung, come on. We have proof that she is cheating. Look, Jungwon caught this."

Heeseung stared at the clear picture of you and Yeonjun were kissing. He felt hurt. He didn't want to accept this. The photo must been edited. No way you will do this to him. You said you love him.

"No, this...this probably other girl. Probably Jungwon got mistaken."

"FOR FUCK SAKE!! Goddamn it, Heeseung. How long are you gonna denied this??! The picture is fucking clear yet you wanted to act blind? She doesn't love you!!! She's cheat-"

Heeseung only saw red around him. He punched his bestfriend, Jay few times until the male is too weak to stop him. He felt betrayed that Heeseung care more on you than him.

"She loves me. She will not leave me and I will not leave her."

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You were cooking two pack of ramen. Today has been the most tiring day and you need lot of foods. It could be more fun if you can eat your mum's cooking. Living alone sometimes has disadvantage.

You turned off the stove at the same time you heard knock from the door. Quickly, you walked to open it while wondering who will be on your door at midnight.

"Hee...Heeseung...."

His existence quite shocked you but what's more shocking was his clothes stained with blood. The strong iron smell made you uneasy and want to puke.

"What are you-"

"It's not true, right?"

"What?"

He stepped closer and you stepped back from him. This sight of him terrified you so much. You yelped when he suddenly cupped your cheeks with his bloodied hands.

"You only love me, right? You only love and not someone else and totally not Yeonjun, right?"

"Heeseung, what are you doing? What happened to you?"

He now changed his position to kneel in front of you holding your legs so you can't run.

"I went to Yeonjun and asked him because I knew you will not betray me but- but he kept provoking me. He kept saying I should left you because I am not worth it to you. He is such an asshole so I don't have a choice but to kill him. I know you are not cheating on me with that bastard."

He rested his head on your thighs while you went speechless on what he said just now. You looked to your left there was a vase. Quite big and enough to knock person out. But, instead of taking it and smash Heeseung's head, you peeled away yourself from Heeseung and hugged him closer.

"You love me. I knew it you love me not him."

"Yes, I love you so much, Heeseung."

The smell of iron is not bothering you anymore as he snuggled himself on your neck seeking for comfort.

"Don't leave me. I will do anything for you. Just please don't leave me."

People can call him sidekick or anything they want. Heeseung doesn't care about that. What matters is you and him together.

"Alright, Heeseung. I will not leave you anymore."

After all, he is sidekick that worships you.

Ohooo hehe okay did you guys notice the bite me lyrics🤭😂 I hope you guys enjoy this. Please give lots of love😼😼I will do my best to help you enjoy the story

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can you please write about bf!hoon or bf!jake letting the other one fuck you and they watch or even join in😖

I honestly HATE this. I have no motivation 😫

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Third Person POV~

Today has to have been the most annoying day of your life. You'd been out with Sunghoon all day, and his best friend, Jaeyun. It had to have been excruciating. 

Sunghoon decided today of all days to test you by making you wear a vibrator. He was enjoying seeing you struggle in front of his best friend, a person you'd become very close to since you and Sunghoon started dating.

You'd just come from lunch and it was terrible, the pressure of sitting down made the vibrations worse and Sunghoon wasn't helping, changing the setting from low to high at the most random times.

Now you were in a jewelry store, and Sunghoon had decided to turn the vibrator to it's highest setting. You had immediately gripped Jake's arm, biting your lip as you held back a moan.

 "Are you okay?.." Jake glance between you and Sunghoon, cheeks going red as he noticed the smirk on Sunghoon's face. You had let go of his jacket, apologizing before glaring at Sunghoon.

"I'm fine..." You had stood up straight once Sunghoon put the vibrator back on a lower setting, sighing as you glanced at Jake, hoping he wouldn't notice. 

By the stupid grin on Sunghoon's face, you could tell he probably did which made you more embarrassed than you already were. "Sunghoon, can I talk to you?..." 

Sunghoon simply nodded, following you out of the store, leaving Jake puzzled. "Hoon, I really can't keep doing this. Jake is suspicious already.."

 "Okay, and?.. He's not gonna say anything.. He's too scared to." He smiles, leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Unless you want him to fuck you.." He smiles, pulling you closer as he cups your jaw. "Stop smiling so hard around him and maybe I'll go easy on you."

He then walked back into the store as you sighed, gathering your composure before following behind him.

 "You guys good?.." Jake asked as Sunghoon nodded. "She's great." Sunghoon mumbled, his tone coming off slightly aggressive as you apologized to Jake. By the heightened vibration you could tell that was a bad idea.

Eventually you'd all left, heading back home as you dragged Sunghoon to his room. "I literally hate you." You'd sat on the bed, running your hands through your hair as Sunghoon laughed. "Mad you didn't get to cum?"

 "No.. I'm mad because you kept embarrassing me in front of Jake." You argued as he scoffed, pushing you to lay down, his hand wrapping itself around your throat. "Why the fuck do you care about what he thinks?.. Do you want him to fuck you that bad?.."

 "No, what the hell are you on about?" You ask, gripping his wrist as he sighed. "We'll see about that.." He slides his hand up your bare thigh and then beneath your skirt, rubbing your clit through the wet silk of your underwear. 

 "Fucking whore.." He smiles, sliding your panties off of you as he spreads your legs. "So pretty, baby.." He smiles, removing the vibrator that had been leaving you on edge all day. He tossed it across the bed before sliding two fingers inside you. "So tight.. Just like I like it baby.."

 "Sunghoon.. Please.." You whine, gripping his wrist as he levels himself between your legs. "Shut up." He gripped your wrists, pinning them down as he went down on you, licking into your heat. His tongue pressed flat against your clit as he sucked on the sensitive skin, his free hand sliding in and out of you as he finger fucked you.

He had momentarily pulled away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he placed it in your hands. "Text Jake, tell him to come to my room."

 "Sunghoon, no.. Please.." You glanced at him, noticing how serious he was. "Since when do sluts get a say?.. Do what I fucking told you to."

"Sunghoon, I don't wanna fuck Jake." You mumble as he chuckles, sitting up properly. "See.. I never actually said I was calling him for that. So you must have some desire to fuck my best friend."

"I never said that.." You mumble as he smirks, leaning down towards your ear. "Well I wanna see it.. You'll do it for me, won't you baby?.." He asked as you sighed. "Okay..."

You had opened his phone, texting Jake as instructed as he smiled, leaning in to kiss you as he slid his hands up your shirt.

The door had opened swiftly, and Sunghoon smirked against your lips, pressing himself further against you.

Jake on the other hand was stunned. All he could see was you pent beneath Sunghoon, your silk underwear hanging on your ankle, and you and Sunghoon engaged in a heated makeout. 

All the heat from his cheeks just seemed to rush down to his dick. "S-Sunghoon.. Why'd you text me?"  He stuttered out as Sunghoon pulled away from you before getting off of the bed. 

 "I wanna watch you fuck my girlfriend." He said plainly as Jake's eyes widened. "What?!" He yelled as Sunghoon sighed. "I didn't stutter."

"Sunghoon.. Why would I fuck your girlfriend?.." He asked as Sunghoon scoffed. "You've been eye fucking her all day. Let this be your one time to fuck my girlfriend."

"Sunghoon.. I don't know..." He seems unsure, but on the other hand.. Fucking you is better than getting off to your moans on the other side of the wall. 

It takes a second to think before Jake is sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. Sunghoon is sitting in his desk chair just a few feet from the bed, watching contentedly.

"Can I touch you?.." Jake asks, wanting to make sure your comfortable as you nod silently, watching his hand trail up your thigh. He moves, sitting between your legs as leans down to kiss you, his lips pressing eagerly against yours.

You had gasped against his lips, only giving him more access to slot his tongue into your mouth as he gripped your waist, his hands sliding up your torso to cup your breasts through your bra. 

Sunghoon crossed one leg over the other, watching as you finally gained the courage to touch Jake, tugging on his shirt.

Jake pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, toned torso on full display as he pulled your shirt off as well, trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

"You can fucking ruin her for all I care, but if I see a single hickey that I didn't leave, you're both screwed." Sunghoon voiced as Jake simply nodded. He gave you a short kiss before pushing your skirt up once more. His fingers immediately moved to teasingly press against your clit before pushing into your wetness. It was like you could feel every vein as he fingered you, his fingers moving in slow drags that only made you more needy.

 "Jake.. Please.." You were eager, and Jake was wanting as well. He took one more glance at Sunghoon before sliding his sweat pants down his hips, his underwear following.

You watched his dick hit his stomach, tall and erect, dripping at the tip. He wasn't as big as Sunghoon, but he was still big. He glanced you again, looking for any sign of discontent before turning towards Sunghoon.

 "Do you have a condom?.." He asked as Sunghoon shook his head. "She likes it better without." He answers as you sigh. "I'm on birth control, can you just hurry up?"

Jake had only nodded, pressing his against your hole as he pushed in slowly, only stopping when his hips pressed against yours. Both of you had let out a satisfied moan as Jake began to move his hips slowly, gauging your reaction which was nothing short of a turn on.

Jake had never had feelings for you, you're Sunghoon's girlfriend, but he can't say that he's never had a sexual thought about you. Especially since he can hear the Sunghoon talks to you through the wall. He feels desperate everytime he's using his hand, but thinking of how Sunghoon fucks you. But now, he's the one fucking you and it feels unreal.

"Jake.. Faster.. Please." You let out a whiny moan as Jake quickens his pace, spreading your legs further to watch himself slide in and out of you. 

Sunghoon almost gets jealous, undoing his belt as he climbs onto the bed, kneeling by your head. "Aren't you having fun.. You slut." He laughed, freeing his dick of its restraint within his pants, pressing his tip to your lips. "Suck it."

You had immediately obeyed, moaning around him as Jake continued to pound into you, his tip reaching deep inside you. 

 "I'm gonna cum..." Jake is moaning, fucking you harder as Sunghoon raises an eyebrow. "Don't cum." He orders as Jake slows his thrusts,groaning when you clench around him. "Sunghoon.. Please." He asks as Sunghoon shakes his head. "You're fucking my girlfriend by my rules."

Sunghoon forces his dick further into your mouth, watching you struggle as you squirm, gripping Sunghoon's thigh.

He pulls out, cupping your cheek. "Good girl... Wanna cum?.. Hm?" He asks as you nod. "Please, hoonie?.. I've been so good."

 "I guess you have.. You're much brattier with me." He scoffs as Jake muffles his own moan, his hips stuttering against yours. "Fuck.. I'm gonna cum." He whimpers almost as Sunghoon smirks, rubbing your clit. "Should I let him cum, baby?..."

You nod, wanting to climax yourself. It's mostly because you wanna see how Jake's face twists when be orgasms, but you also want this whole thing to be over.

"Okay, you can cum. But make sure to pull out." Sunghoon edicts as Jake nods regaining his pace. The combination of Jake fucking you and Sunghoon rubbing your clit leads you through your orgasm. Eventually Jake pulls out as well, his cum littering your stomach in spurts as he reaches his peak.

You're already tired, but the sudden switch of Sunghoon and Jake tells you that you're no where near done.

"Wake up, baby.. We have so much farther to go.. You didn't think it was over yet, did you?..."