Beautiful
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: PG-15 ---> Nc - 17 <-- Holy CRAP what happened to my non rated writing!!?
Summary: Someone pays Minho a visit, deep into the night.
A/N: I don’t know why, but somehow the entire thing screams sexual innuendo.
For some reason this was more…intense than smut for me. And it will forever be a mystery why D: RDD era hair btw.
:))
A milky beam of moonlight sliced into the darkness of the room. The night was soft and quiet, and had left Minho sleeping soundly after his tiring football practice. He grumbled into his sleep, snoring peacefully, lying flat on his back/
He had no idea what was going to befall him.
A muted touch on the window creaked the fragile frame open. A dark figure overshadowed the withered moon and slipped in, placing its footsteps carefully as it reached the foot of a white bed.
Three long fingers danced across the creamy bed sheets, twirling in amusing patterns, tracing its nails up its unfortunate victim. A ghostly smile sewed itself onto those thin lips. Only one thought was on its mind as it caressed the smooth expanse of skin connecting the head and body.
Dinner.
It dipped its head down, allowing its blond graduated hair to cower above his eyes, reflecting weak streaks of light. Just in time, a pair of dark toffee eyes flutter open and stared at his predator. He…T-that c-creature….
Beautiful. The boy thought as he stared deep into those piercing copper-tinted eyes, admiring those highly placed cheekbones and his pale, marble-like skin. He reached his rough hand out from the warm covers, lifting it up to touch that face.
His heart was pounding against its tight cage, blood pumping vigorously through his arteries as the valves in his veins clamped open and shut. He was scared. He wasn’t the type to like nightmares. But if nightmares can ever be beautiful like this creature before him, he would gladly allow them to penetrate his sleep each long night. The figure didn’t move, he didn’t even bother to flinch as they made contact, its eyes looking down at him in a patronizing and amused manner. The football player slid his sweaty palm along its flawless cheek, awed and frightened at the coldness that emitted from the touch, at how hard and…inhumane it felt.
This was not a nightmare.
It was reality.
His uncontrollable nerves led his fingers down the jagged jaw line, up the sharp chin, and ran his fingertips across those delicate rosy lips. He gasped as the creature smirked, revealing two ashen fangs as a low chuckle rumbled out of those sinful lips. The voice was sticky and sweet, just like honey, trapping his nerve racking mind into a hollow pot of darkness. He swallowed the musky scent lingering in the still air, silently protesting as its hand clasped itself around his, bringing it closer to his mouth. His hand trembled as he tried to pull it back, only to whimper painfully as it yanked harshly on his finger, leading it to its teeth.
A thin gush of human blood invaded his mouth in no time. It took him much effort to stop himself from choking from the alluring taste of the red liquid that was so rich, earthly and delicious. The aroma wafted into his nose and stayed there, refusing to leave. He wanted more. He needed more. He released the captivated hand, letting it plunge limply onto the mattress, watching as drops of blood turned the fabric scarlet red.
He grinned, looming over the chocolate haired boy, toying with his thick locks. Its victim struggled to speak, his voice locked inside him, only croaking out a few words dryly.
“W-ho…what are you?”
His question was labeled as rhetorical as the blonde haired creature widened his grin even more, show casing his pearly teeth and the two horrifying canines. A sudden gust of wind swept across the room, and the curtains on the window flapped excitedly against air, as if waiting for something to happen.
It caught hold of his neck and whispered tauntingly into his earlobe.
“You’ve got a wonderful neck, Minho.”
How he knew his name was a mystery. He could hear the creature smirking against his reddening ears, his own heart hammering against his body as a wet silky tongue darted out and licked his throat, dragging it southwards before stopping at his collarbones, tracing them in smoky patterns. He stifles a quiet moan as a cold breath blew on it, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down anxiously as the creature muttered against it.
“But you’ve got even tastier blood”
Those eyes seemed to capture him. He was lost in under his spell, the hairs at the back of his neck standing upright, his expression blank as he stared at the beautiful man, horrified.
“You won’t mind if…. I relieved my self, would you…”
Minho stiffens visibly under his captivator as he licks the contours of his ear, that devious tongue dipping in and out of the little canyons, drawing strings of distorted moans from his victim.
“…Minho.”
The way he said his name sounded so sinful, so desperate and lustful. He couldn’t call for help; no one was home, and no one would believe him anyway. He found himself squeaking out a pitched ‘no’, as drops of cold sweat rolled down the slopes of his cheeks. He braced himself and closed his eyes tightly.
“No…please don’t’…”
The attacker smiled deviously as he simply jerked Minho’s head to a side, giving no interest to the boy’s protest. He placed his warm tongue abnormally on top of a running vein, as he liked to kill off his victim by sucking on a more vulnerable artery. He prepares the area roughly with a few teasing licks and calming kisses, feeling his mouth water as he looked at the milky neck before him.
The boy looked so helpless beneath him, yet he was not a bit sorry, but was even more excited by it. The creature could feel his blood swimming desperately under his neck to find a kind capillary that would save them from their fate. So tempting. He dug into his throat eagerly, ignoring the whimpers and cries from the other.
His chest felt like it was burning. He blinked back tears that were forming from the searing pain, the sharp pricks that seemed to scorch the surface of his skin. He wanted to push the Vampire off him, he wanted to run away, he wanted this to be a dream, to be unreal, he wanted this to disappear. There was pain, terror, as well as pleasure and arousal all mixed into a big pot of confusion as he succumbed to the creature’s abuse.
The blood sucker gripped tightly onto his shirt, almost pulling him up by it as he sucked all life out of him. He wanted to scream, to screech, to shout, but he felt too weak and lost to do anything. The creature arched down onto the bed, climbing swiftly onto it as he straddled him to hold him in place, placing a hand suggestively above his aching groin and the other under his neck.
I guess beds to have multiple uses after all.
It was too much. His body couldn’t contain the pain that was spreading through him like an angry plyroclastic flow. He threw a glance upwards, his body stammering as those bronze-brown eyes smirked at him with predatory blood lust, his fingers tangling into his hair as he continued his feasting.
He sank his fangs even deeper, clawing greedily at the flesh to get what he wanted. The blood was luscious. It was a poison, a drug, one that once you had a drop of, you could never get enough of. He sensed, he knew that the human was nearly dry, but he didn’t care. He sucked even deeper, occasionally darting his tongue out to lick stray pellets of wet blood around the wound, grinning like the cat that caught the mouse.
Minho opens and closes his eyes rapidly, sweating through his eyelids. He tries to clear his fuzzy sight and push away the darkness that was spreading across his eyes, but the blur of exhaustion was twisting his room upside down, and with one final struggle of refusal he looks into those captivating irises one last time as those eyes swirled him into darkness.
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It was a dream. He told himself as he woke up next morning, resisting to open his eyes to see the truth for himself. He could feel the sunlight radiating into the room. It was morning. Nothing happened, nothing happened. Hesitantly, he rubbed at his eyelids, blinking them open, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. He shook his head to try and shake away the pain, looking around him in horror, slowly taking in the bloodstained sheets, the opened window and the budding soreness on his neck.
He checked himself up the mirror, inspecting the twin marks. They were healing. Not ferociously, but healing. He had no idea creatures like that man existed. He felt horrified, yet honoured that he had the chance to experience its living routines without dying. He pulled on his uniform and hitched the collar up, covering the scars. That would do for the day.
As the night arrived, he helped his father out in their family’s restaurant, when a familiar pair of eyes caught his attention. Him. They were staring from the slightly opened gap of the restaurant door, those criminal lips tightened into a smirk. He looked away, wiping away imaginary sweat from his forehead, and looked back.
He was gone.
How was it? God it felt like porn at some point while I was writing this wtf.
Ps. I just felt like using some geog/ biological jargon, I don’t even know why XD
This was sitting around my desktop for AGES. It had meant to be posted earlier, but I edited the characters and diction for my anime fic by the same title, so…now I de-edited it, it’s this! -throws confetti-
Sequel anyone?
So Minho can ‘rape’ Jjong back? OMG what am I saying -.-‘’
Rating: PG-15 ---> Nc - 17 <-- Holy CRAP what happened to my non rated writing!!?
Summary: Someone pays Minho a visit, deep into the night.
A/N: I don’t know why, but somehow the entire thing screams sexual innuendo.
For some reason this was more…intense than smut for me. And it will forever be a mystery why D: RDD era hair btw.
:))
A milky beam of moonlight sliced into the darkness of the room. The night was soft and quiet, and had left Minho sleeping soundly after his tiring football practice. He grumbled into his sleep, snoring peacefully, lying flat on his back/
He had no idea what was going to befall him.
A muted touch on the window creaked the fragile frame open. A dark figure overshadowed the withered moon and slipped in, placing its footsteps carefully as it reached the foot of a white bed.
Three long fingers danced across the creamy bed sheets, twirling in amusing patterns, tracing its nails up its unfortunate victim. A ghostly smile sewed itself onto those thin lips. Only one thought was on its mind as it caressed the smooth expanse of skin connecting the head and body.
Dinner.
It dipped its head down, allowing its blond graduated hair to cower above his eyes, reflecting weak streaks of light. Just in time, a pair of dark toffee eyes flutter open and stared at his predator. He…T-that c-creature….
Beautiful. The boy thought as he stared deep into those piercing copper-tinted eyes, admiring those highly placed cheekbones and his pale, marble-like skin. He reached his rough hand out from the warm covers, lifting it up to touch that face.
His heart was pounding against its tight cage, blood pumping vigorously through his arteries as the valves in his veins clamped open and shut. He was scared. He wasn’t the type to like nightmares. But if nightmares can ever be beautiful like this creature before him, he would gladly allow them to penetrate his sleep each long night. The figure didn’t move, he didn’t even bother to flinch as they made contact, its eyes looking down at him in a patronizing and amused manner. The football player slid his sweaty palm along its flawless cheek, awed and frightened at the coldness that emitted from the touch, at how hard and…inhumane it felt.
This was not a nightmare.
It was reality.
His uncontrollable nerves led his fingers down the jagged jaw line, up the sharp chin, and ran his fingertips across those delicate rosy lips. He gasped as the creature smirked, revealing two ashen fangs as a low chuckle rumbled out of those sinful lips. The voice was sticky and sweet, just like honey, trapping his nerve racking mind into a hollow pot of darkness. He swallowed the musky scent lingering in the still air, silently protesting as its hand clasped itself around his, bringing it closer to his mouth. His hand trembled as he tried to pull it back, only to whimper painfully as it yanked harshly on his finger, leading it to its teeth.
A thin gush of human blood invaded his mouth in no time. It took him much effort to stop himself from choking from the alluring taste of the red liquid that was so rich, earthly and delicious. The aroma wafted into his nose and stayed there, refusing to leave. He wanted more. He needed more. He released the captivated hand, letting it plunge limply onto the mattress, watching as drops of blood turned the fabric scarlet red.
He grinned, looming over the chocolate haired boy, toying with his thick locks. Its victim struggled to speak, his voice locked inside him, only croaking out a few words dryly.
“W-ho…what are you?”
His question was labeled as rhetorical as the blonde haired creature widened his grin even more, show casing his pearly teeth and the two horrifying canines. A sudden gust of wind swept across the room, and the curtains on the window flapped excitedly against air, as if waiting for something to happen.
It caught hold of his neck and whispered tauntingly into his earlobe.
“You’ve got a wonderful neck, Minho.”
How he knew his name was a mystery. He could hear the creature smirking against his reddening ears, his own heart hammering against his body as a wet silky tongue darted out and licked his throat, dragging it southwards before stopping at his collarbones, tracing them in smoky patterns. He stifles a quiet moan as a cold breath blew on it, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down anxiously as the creature muttered against it.
“But you’ve got even tastier blood”
Those eyes seemed to capture him. He was lost in under his spell, the hairs at the back of his neck standing upright, his expression blank as he stared at the beautiful man, horrified.
“You won’t mind if…. I relieved my self, would you…”
Minho stiffens visibly under his captivator as he licks the contours of his ear, that devious tongue dipping in and out of the little canyons, drawing strings of distorted moans from his victim.
“…Minho.”
The way he said his name sounded so sinful, so desperate and lustful. He couldn’t call for help; no one was home, and no one would believe him anyway. He found himself squeaking out a pitched ‘no’, as drops of cold sweat rolled down the slopes of his cheeks. He braced himself and closed his eyes tightly.
“No…please don’t’…”
The attacker smiled deviously as he simply jerked Minho’s head to a side, giving no interest to the boy’s protest. He placed his warm tongue abnormally on top of a running vein, as he liked to kill off his victim by sucking on a more vulnerable artery. He prepares the area roughly with a few teasing licks and calming kisses, feeling his mouth water as he looked at the milky neck before him.
The boy looked so helpless beneath him, yet he was not a bit sorry, but was even more excited by it. The creature could feel his blood swimming desperately under his neck to find a kind capillary that would save them from their fate. So tempting. He dug into his throat eagerly, ignoring the whimpers and cries from the other.
His chest felt like it was burning. He blinked back tears that were forming from the searing pain, the sharp pricks that seemed to scorch the surface of his skin. He wanted to push the Vampire off him, he wanted to run away, he wanted this to be a dream, to be unreal, he wanted this to disappear. There was pain, terror, as well as pleasure and arousal all mixed into a big pot of confusion as he succumbed to the creature’s abuse.
The blood sucker gripped tightly onto his shirt, almost pulling him up by it as he sucked all life out of him. He wanted to scream, to screech, to shout, but he felt too weak and lost to do anything. The creature arched down onto the bed, climbing swiftly onto it as he straddled him to hold him in place, placing a hand suggestively above his aching groin and the other under his neck.
I guess beds to have multiple uses after all.
It was too much. His body couldn’t contain the pain that was spreading through him like an angry plyroclastic flow. He threw a glance upwards, his body stammering as those bronze-brown eyes smirked at him with predatory blood lust, his fingers tangling into his hair as he continued his feasting.
He sank his fangs even deeper, clawing greedily at the flesh to get what he wanted. The blood was luscious. It was a poison, a drug, one that once you had a drop of, you could never get enough of. He sensed, he knew that the human was nearly dry, but he didn’t care. He sucked even deeper, occasionally darting his tongue out to lick stray pellets of wet blood around the wound, grinning like the cat that caught the mouse.
Minho opens and closes his eyes rapidly, sweating through his eyelids. He tries to clear his fuzzy sight and push away the darkness that was spreading across his eyes, but the blur of exhaustion was twisting his room upside down, and with one final struggle of refusal he looks into those captivating irises one last time as those eyes swirled him into darkness.
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It was a dream. He told himself as he woke up next morning, resisting to open his eyes to see the truth for himself. He could feel the sunlight radiating into the room. It was morning. Nothing happened, nothing happened. Hesitantly, he rubbed at his eyelids, blinking them open, momentarily blinded by the sunlight. He shook his head to try and shake away the pain, looking around him in horror, slowly taking in the bloodstained sheets, the opened window and the budding soreness on his neck.
He checked himself up the mirror, inspecting the twin marks. They were healing. Not ferociously, but healing. He had no idea creatures like that man existed. He felt horrified, yet honoured that he had the chance to experience its living routines without dying. He pulled on his uniform and hitched the collar up, covering the scars. That would do for the day.
As the night arrived, he helped his father out in their family’s restaurant, when a familiar pair of eyes caught his attention. Him. They were staring from the slightly opened gap of the restaurant door, those criminal lips tightened into a smirk. He looked away, wiping away imaginary sweat from his forehead, and looked back.
He was gone.
How was it? God it felt like porn at some point while I was writing this wtf.
Ps. I just felt like using some geog/ biological jargon, I don’t even know why XD
This was sitting around my desktop for AGES. It had meant to be posted earlier, but I edited the characters and diction for my anime fic by the same title, so…now I de-edited it, it’s this! -throws confetti-
Sequel anyone?
So Minho can ‘rape’ Jjong back? OMG what am I saying -.-‘’