Love Bites

Love Bites

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat–even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.

Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.

Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis. 

You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.

So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part. 

But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.

So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.

So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:

Oh shit.

“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.

Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”

He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”

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that other night

pairing: sub!vernon x dom!gn!reader

contains: two idiots in love that need to learn how to communicate properly, lots of dry humping and grinding, vernon being a virgin, reader having a vagina, vanilla sex, vaginal sex, a glimpse of top!vernon at the very end

a/n: i’ve been fighting for my fucking life trying to figure this mf out, i hope this is it.

you and vernon were at your place chilling since you both had a day off. your bodies were currently squished against each other on the couch as you quietly enjoyed the movie.

“y/n?”

you hum in acknowledgment, deciding to ignore the hint of distraught in his tone, hoping you were just imagining it.

“why…” he pauses like he’s contemplating whether he should just drop what he’s about to ask but continues nonetheless, “why haven’t you kissed me again like the way you did that other night?”

you turn your head to look him in the eye with a frown on your face.

“huh?”

you can tell that he’s displeased by the fact that you don’t know what he means and that he’ll have to specify.

“you know that other night when we came back from that one award show…” he trails off, hoping you’ll get what he’s trying to say and you start ruminating on what he- oh. that night.

you guys had made out before but you had been particularly hot-blooded after witnessing his performance that night. when the two of you came back, you pushed him against the first wall you encountered and feverishly kissed him, your hands holding his hips. vernon definitely enjoyed all the attention but it’s when he felt your hand going for his belt that one of his hands moved from your shoulders to harshly grab your wrist, which alarmed you and made you stop. when you pulled away, he was panting and had this surprised look on his face that was all flushed. this made you let go of his hips, murmur a sorry and when he failed to say anything in return, you walked off to the bathroom to take a shower, thinking you guys weren’t on the same page.

you sit up so you could properly look at him.

“well, i backed off because it felt like i went too fast and i didn’t want to make you any more uncomfortable.”

he copies your movements by also sitting up.

“well, that was because you took me by surprise and i didn’t know how to- i mean i’ve never- i just didn't know what to do,” he takes a moment to slowly breathe in and continues, “i wouldn't have minded had you continued.”

the both of you sit in silence as the realisation of how all of this could’ve been avoided if you had just talked downs on you.

another moment passes and you speak up again.

“do you… want to give it another try?”

“we could do that, yes. only if you want to though. i know i want to.”

a small smile appears on your face as you nod in response.

you slowly lean in to kiss him, careful not to overwhelm him this time and he melts into it.

you move to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss, prompting him to place his hands on your hips. you cup his face and deepen the kiss, relishing in the way he spontaneously follows your lead.

you pull away and let your lips brush against his as you whisper, “can i kiss your neck?”

“yes please,” he whispers back.

you lean down and start off with feather-like kisses along his jaw, slowly working him up.

you go lower until you can feel the goosebumps on his neck against your lips, making you smile into the skin. you softly suck on his skin and you hear him exhale loudly, encouraging you to continue. as you suck a few more hickeys onto his skin, you feel him shift under you until his hard-on pokes against your thigh and like they had a mind of their own, your hips grind down hard, making vernon gasp and his grip on your hips tighten.

“you liked that?” you ask, lips grazing his skin.

“yeah, a lot,” he replies as his hips buck up, taunting you to do it again and you do.

the two of you start to tentatively hump each other, gradually speeding it up until you’re both panting loudly. you’re now looking into each other’s eyes, as if the other might disappear if you look away for even an instance. your hands are tangled in his hair while his refuse to leave your hips and slowly but surely, noises start to slip past vernon’s lips. they’re quiet and little but they’re there and you hear them nonetheless.

“enjoying ourselves, are we?” you inquire.

“definitely.” and though it was only one word, you could tell he had struggled to get it out. he was also ridiculously hard by now so wanting to give him some time to calm down knowing he’d burst if you kept going, you (unwillingly) stopped your movements.

his hips stutter and eventually come to a stop too.

“w-why did you stop?” he puffs while looking at you with pleading eyes. cute.

“vernon, sweetheart.”

“yes?” what could you possibly ask him that was more important than what you w-

“do you want to have sex with me?”

his eyes widen and he feels like the air has been knocked out of his lungs as those eight words swirl around his head.

“say no if you don’t want to, babe. we can continue what we were doing or just go back to watching the movie,” you tell him as you gently play with his hair, “just need to know that we’re on the same page.”

“yes, i’d like to… have sex with you. do you want to have sex with me?” he asks back with an awkward smile on his face.

you nod as a small smile cracks past your lips.

you stand up and extend your hand to him, “wanna continue this in the bedroom?”

he smiles and nods, taking your hand in his and follows you.

when the two of you get to the bedroom, you grab his hips, pull him in so your body is trapped between his and the door and resume kissing him. he whines into your lips and cups your face. the kiss quickly heats as you feel his hips grind against yours. you pull away and you can see the confusion on his face appear and be gone again when you start undressing yourself. he naturally imitates you until you two are left in your underwear. you look down and notice a wet patch on his boxers and feel yourself throb at the sight.

“go lay down on the bed.”

he immediately obeys and you follow not far behind. you straddle his thighs and go for another check-in.

“how are we feeling?”

his lips are swollen and red from all the kissing. his pupils are dilated and his chest is heaving irregularly.

“good. i want to continue. you?”

“good. i want to continue as well.”

this would’ve been a sweet moment if you both weren’t so distracted by the throbbing in between your legs. you move up until you’re sitting on his cock and when you feel how hard he is with the layer of his pants removed and he feels how damp your underwear is, you groan and his hips jerk up. this sets off another session of desperate grinding and messy kissing as your breathing becomes uneven. though this time it doesn’t last that long.

“i want- i want you, y/n,” he pants against your lips. you hum in agreement, too engrossed with how his dick slides back and forth against your clothed folds but you slow down and knowing that having him in you will feel ten times better.

“let me grab a condom,” you announce before leaning to the side to grab one in the drawer of your nightstand, inhaling sharply at how his cock presses just right against your clit.

“can i remove your underwear?”

“yes, please.” his voice is higher than usual and he hears just how desperate he currently is, knowing you probably heard it too but you don’t seem to mind.

you lift your body off of his hips and help him remove his underwear. when that’s done, the realisation of the fact that he’s now naked in front of you hits him like a brick but he tries to put up a front, fighting the urge to hide himself. his face however, that was now red as a tomato, completely betrayes him.

you grab his cock so you can slide the condom on him, his hips twitching despite how gentle you are with your touches. while one of your hands holds his cock upright, the other pulls your underwear to the side, not bothered to properly remove it and then slowly slide down his cock. he chokes out a moan, the first one since you’ve started and grabs a handful of the sheets. when you’re sat back down, you take a moment before resuming.

“can i move?”

he hums in a high pitched and desperate tone.

you suppress a smirk that threatens to appear on your lips and start to rock your hips at a moderately slow pace.

he exhales softly and closes his eyes, hands going back to rest on your hips as yours go to his wrists for support.

“god, you feel amazing,” he whines, not bothered by how aroused he sounds anymore.

you wanted to reply but you were too busy pushing the thought of just fucking him right there and then out of your mind.

you gently pick up the pace, making him turn his head, bury his head into a pillow and moan into it. you let yourself get lost in the feeling as you close your eyes too and keep picking up the pace.

“fuck,” you breathe as you let one of your hands let go of his wrist to play with your clit. you increasingly get louder too and vernon notices. his head quickly turns back to look at you and your blissed out look and pretty sounds make his hips snap up at yours as he sweetly moans out your name. you doubt that that move was calculated but it hit a spot so you honestly couldn’t care less.

“you’re doing so good angel,” and as those words leave your lips, you feel his cock twitch in you. oh.

“don’t say that. please, don’t say that”

his grip on your hips tighten so bad, his fingertips could burn through your skin. you open your eyes to take a look at him. the veins along his neck are prominent and the skin is flushed. his breathing is laboured and his eyes are screwed shut. he’s close and he’s trying his very best to hold back.

“sweetheart, you don’t have to hold back, you know. you can just enjoy yourself.”

“yeah but you-“ he voice cracks as a whimper interrupts him but you don’t need to hear the rest of the sentence to know what he’s trying to say.

“it’s okay vernon, you’ll get many other chances to make me cum. it doesn’t have to be right now,” you reassure and he seems to be convinced, though you doubt he could’ve held back much longer anyway.

you feel his cock violently throb in you as he throws his head back and rocks your hips to meet the frantic movements of his, making you unexpectedly clench down on him, ultimately sending him over the edge.

“fuck, y/n!” he screams, voice cracking again.

your hand moves from his wrist to his chest for better support as he continues to ride out his high as sweet whimpers and whines continuously stream past his lips.

he gradually slows down and when his hips have come to a stop and his breathing has calmed down, he opens his eyes to look at you.

he weakly calls your name.

“yes?” you try to sound as composed as you can, though you feel hot all over.

“i’m gonna make you cum so hard next time, you’ll forget the names of your exes,” he says softly, determination present in his tone.

you chuckle at that and lean down, letting your body rest against his chest to catch your breath before you start cleaning the saccharine mess that has been made.

content warning: jealousy ments, bdsm descriptions (afab!reader, choking, pegging w fake cum dildo thing, ments of brat taming, ments of pet play/use of “kitty/kitten”, bodywriting, maso!jeonghan, degradation), camshow ments 

[23:47] jeonghan was pissed.

you had both gone to a party to close off a long week of paper writing and teaching during grad school. both of you had been invited and had came together, but as he went to grab you both drinks (just a cup of juice for you, since you were driving), he began flirting with other people. he even made eye contact with you while a girl tried to get his number, but you just smiled at him. it’s like you didn’t care.

he wanted you to care, wanted to make you jealous, wanted you to hurt him in the way he wanted to be hurt.

he’s quiet in the car ride home; you drove home after an hour and a half of being there, with your right hand on his lower thigh and left on the wheel. he doesn’t react positively, moving your hand off of him, making you frown.

“something on your mind, love?” you murmur, making the turn into the next intersection.

he pauses, shifts to look at you, and says, “why didn’t you stop me tonight?”

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Our First Time

Mark Lee X Reader, ft. Johnny | Smut, Fluff | 4.6k | College AU

Summary: Considering your boyfriend never dares to take the initiative to go further than your usual make-out sessions, you have to do the part to actually be in charge of the relationship.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, Mark Lee losing his virginity while being extremely awkward and utterly cute about it, oral sex, fingering, failed fluff (idk man this is just basically me being a thirsty hoe over morkly)

“Remember the suit you wore when we went to your aunt’s wedding?”

Your boyfriend, who has been together with you for almost a year by now, hums in response, not really giving you any glance as he’s busy tapping his pen to his lips, thinking about writing the next lyric for the song he’s composing. Mark Lee has his chest pressed against his acoustic guitar, his hair’s a bit messy and slightly parted to the side, showing his forehead. Considering how close he’s sitting on the floor next to you, you can tell how half of the collar of his washed-out denim jacket stands up, brushing against the end of his dark hair.

“Yeah, what about it?” He continues asking when he notices that you’re waiting for a proper answer. He slips his guitar pick back between his fingers and tries a few chords to match his lyrics.

“I just dreamt about you fucking me from behind while wearing that suit.”

Mark strums his guitar too hard out of shock, making his instrument flies away from his lap, hitting the marbled floor with a sudden loud noise.

“What?”

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( JUDGING COVERS. )

ミ☆ books are made to be read, not just skimmed.

⤷ PAIRING poly bangtan x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 2.5k

⤷ REQUESTED

male reader with bangtan. reader being all tough looking with tattoos piercing leather jackets tall and all but who owns small little kittens

there are bad rumours about you. bad rumours that can’t actually be all that bad, since people seem to flock to you like seagulls to a dropped chip: hungrily, and relentlessly.

not many people have the pleasure to say they’re friends with you – and ‘not many’ means none. you’re easy to spot in a crowd and hard to talk to. brave individuals often wander up to you, hoping for your number or a short but passionate flame, only to be met with a frosty glare.

tall, quiet, with tattoos that peek out under your sleeves each time you reach up to adjust your hat – the dangerous, careless aura you radiate does little to give what you so crave. it just pulls you farther and farther away from glorious silence.

it’s a friday evening, and namjoon’s just clocked off. his shift at the little bookshop on a side street is officially over. the shop’s run by an old couple who had been instantly taken with namjoon’s courteous manner and his resume, the latter of which was so splendid it deserved a place on a pedestal in a lit-up glass box.

later, he would come to wonder if they hired him specifically because their ladder was on its last legs.

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“Yoongi returns home as the man by your side and has to come to terms with his new role as your ruling partner. It turns out to be quite the difficult task as half of the court still sees him as the unruly warrior with the ugly face. His new Queen and lover however is willing to fight the world for him and She is hellbound to show him and everyone around them just how beautiful he is.”

Pairing: Warrior!Yoongi x Queen!Reader 

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut 

Warnings: subby!Yoongi, domish!Reader, slurs, the court being judgemental, but she is there to stand up for her man, casual nudity, sharing a bath together, handjobs, grinding, oral (m. & f.recieving), multiple orgasms (m. & f. recieving), edging, it’s sensual love making, he kneels for her in a sexy way, some hairplay, blonde Daechwita!Yoongi because he still haunts my mind

Wordcount: 13.5k

a/n: You guys wanted a second part to A Tiger’s Judgement and quite honestly warrior!Yoongi didn’t want to leave my mind either so I decided to spoil you guys! I didn’t think that the second part could ruin me more than the first one, but it did and I am ruined. 🤧💜

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They welcomed her with cheers and happy singing. It seemed that they had waited for her return. Yoongi watched as they hugged her and as she hugged them back with a smile on her face. Yoongi listened as they welcomed her with praises to the goddesses and how she told them that she missed them. 

She told him that she was worried about their reactions. She worried that they wouldn’t accept her back, that another ruler had already taken the castle and that she would be sent away and damned to a life of nothingness. 

Yoongi felt glad that none of her worries became reality. His warriors reclaimed the castle in her name and the people were safe and healthy. They welcomed her back gladly and just one night later a big coronation ceremony was held. They all came, the court, her remaining family, his warriors, the people. They all came and celebrated the return of the princess and her new role as the Queen. Food and drink was plenty and the music was lively. 

Her siblings are with them. Her younger brother sits with his little sister as they are playing war with wooden toys. Her younger sister was dancing with her lover and just this moment the last of her siblings turns away from her after finishing the conversation. 

She turns to him then. 

“How are you liking the food?” you ask him. 

“It’s good, I was really hungry”, he says, taking a bite of his pork ribs. They had a rich flavour and the meat was juicy. Yoongi had missed the taste quite a lot. 

You watch him chew with fondness in your eyes, “I’m glad you enjoy it, eat a lot Sire. I want you leaving the festivities with your stomach aching from too much food.”

He nods his head in obedience, “I will try.” 

You give him a quick smile and touch his thigh under the table. Yoongi feels himself shiver at the touch, but attempts not to let it show. 

“My Queen”, one of the court’s members steals your attention from him. 

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