Satisfaction
Pairing: Jonghyun/Minho
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: a little blood.
Summary: Minho bumps into his predator at a fun night out.
A/N: Sequel to Beautiful
I’m back guys~ urgh I’m ashamed to post this fail DX so after I struggled with this for over 5 hours I finally found the will power to write some smut. Behold, le fail!
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The creature ventured into Minho’s dreams every night, leaving him traces of memories that invaded his time when he was awake. The dreams at first were frightening and horrifying, but somehow they slowly merged into dreams that aroused him, dreams that gave him pleasure and that he was guilty of dreaming about.
He woke up to find his body covered in sweat, his pajama bottoms wet. He stared at it blankly in frustration. He wanted to meet him again; he wanted to touch him, to feel his icy skin. Instead of healing, his scars developed into tiny rashes which bonded him to constant irritation, reminding him of the event that took place in his very own bedroom. He grunted as he pulls himself out of bed, slipping on a navy button up and a pair of black jeans.
The football team had recently won the championships, and for that reason the whole team had decided to celebrate downtown. Minho enters the club, moving from side to side as people here and there pushed past him. The disco lights bounced from wall to wall, the sparkly patterns swimming across the shadows of the thick crowd. It was the most popular club downtown, and given that it was a Friday night, people were stacked like crayons in a box, making it hard to even claim a cubic centimeter of oxygen to himself. As he bobbed his head to the rhythm of the music, he caught sight of his team, and hurriedly joined them on a set of deep purple couches.
“Well done Minho!”
“Great pass!” his members congratulate him as he manages a stiff smile.
The captain bulldozers him onto his seat, forcing a drink into his palm. He takes a sip, then downs the whole glass as he scans the club casually. His breath hitches and his brain stops functioning for a second as he spots a familiar figure sitting by the bar counter. His eyes widen as the person turns around. It was him. The monster, the creature that so poorly abused him. The monster that he had very nearly fantasized about every single fucking night in his dreams. The monster that was now flirting and joking with ladies, which Minho assumed to be the creature’s supper for later.
He downs his glass again when Junho refilled it, his eyesight jostling as he focused on his predator. He was quite handsome, Minho thought. Just like that night. Only now he seemed more human, the colorful lights camouflaging his pale skin tone as the shadows came to his aid, contouring his features and making him look even more perfect then he already was. He couldn’t help but to glance down at the pair of tight jeans, outlining his ass with his eyes.
When he glanced directly at him, Minho skipped a breath. Those eyes were gleaming with arrogance and amusement, and he swears he felt a spark of electricity as the other flips his hair teasingly. The music seemed to pound down onto earth with each beat, and his eyes felt heavier than before. The blonde smirked at him, strutting out of his sight and dissolving into the dancing crowd. He darts up from his seat as if on cue, and squeezed his way through the dance floor, searching for the lost figure.
“Hey beautiful.”
The same sticky voice dives into his ear.
He whipped his body around, yet there was no trace of the creature.
“Can I have this dance?”
Minho swiveled to his right ferociously, only to find himself glaring at thin air. He turns back, coming face to face with the man, the creature, the monster that invaded his thoughts everyday since that night.
He was still beautiful, his features exactly the same as the ones that were carved into his mind. Minho curls his fingers into a fist nervously as the man danced teasingly before him, swinging his thin hips and biting his cherry lips. He tells himself not to react when the other grinds against him, slipping a hand around his neck and eyeing the flesh greedily.
“I-I know what you are.” He blurts out.
The blonde stops for a while, and looks at him innocently, his eyes sparkling with danger.
“What I am? What are you talking about, Minho?”
He watched as his name rolled off the others tongue like a boulder and chilly feeling gripped his spine, rendering him speechless.
“I don’t think I’ve even seen you before….” The creatures whines, his finger poking lightly against Minho’s chest. He finally returned to his senses, and grabbed the other by the shoulders.
“Stop pretending, Dracula.”
“Dear me, now that’s not very nice, is it? I doubt that Dracula was even half as hot as me, you should know better.”
Minho tries to control himself as the other pouts, his blonde fringe framing his puppy eyes perfectly. He squeaks as the other lurches forward abruptly, and moans silently as the shorter gently licks the scars, leaving a thin coat of saliva over them.
“There. All better.”
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Minho has no clear idea of what he was doing when he shoves the vampire against the wall of a dingy alley, his mind murky as a pot of inky water. His hands tremble, not knowing what to do as the other looked at him expectantly. After what seemed like a millennium had passed, he finally pulled the other in for a rough and sloppy kiss, tangling their tongues together as he gripped his collar roughly. Minho whimpers as the blonde bites down onto his bottom lip, licking the spilled blood sensuously, a flicker of bloodlust returning to his eyes.
“I’m J-jonghyun.”
The other mutters thirstily as Minho’s tongue strokes his jaw line tenderly, marking his milky neck with neat little bites. Jonghyun slithers his hand under Minho’s shirt, his fingers dancing along the other’s toned stomach like a professional pianist. Minho gasps as he feels a sharp nail dig into his chest, his blood seeping freshly through his thin shirt. Jonghyun licks his ruby lips hungrily and rips off the buttons to Minho’s shirt, sucking his right chest predatorily, occasionally teasing the other’s nipple.
“Jonghyun…” Minho moans raspily.
Minho presses against him harshly, and Jonghyun gasps as a prominent bulge rubs against his crotch. He pulls Minho down by his neck, kissing his cheek lightly before whispering huskily into his ear.
“Minho-yah….” The other moans as Jonghyun palms the front of his jeans, linking his pinkies around his belt loops.
“Want me to suck you dry?”
Minho looses his balance and plants his arms on either sides of Jonghyun’s neck, wrinkling his brows at the sexual pun. Jonghyun laughs, and leans against the wall, enjoying how Minho crumbled down. His smile…the brunette thinks as a thin blush crept up his neck. The way the other’s eyes twinkle and his hidden dimples appear shyly as he smiles was precious. He leans down and caresses Jonghyun’s icy cheek,
taking the blondes hand with the other, leading it to his crotch, then adjusts himself so that his neck was pregnable to the other. Jonghyun looks up to him, his eyes questioning him of his actions. Minho shrugs, and beckons Jonghyun towards him as he digs opens his old scars hastily.
He was allowing the other to use him, this time by his own will.
Jonghyun attempts to shut his nose out from the alluring smell of Minho’s pure blood.
He chokes from the rich, seductive aroma of the red substance and he pushes against Minho’s chest to control himself.
“I..I…Minho…”
Fuck my life. He thinks as Minho’s blood runs down his hand, separating into different little trails as they wind through the lines of his barren skin, sliding their way along like new born serpents.
Finally succumbing to the temptation, he rams his ashen fangs into the previous scars, sinking them deep into the tunnels as he grasps the back of Minho’s neck for support. The blood extinguishes his carnivorous brain chemistry, being a satisfaction to his inhumane needs.
Minho flinches as the fangs dig into his neck, the searing pain greeting him once more as his heart hits against his bleeding chest rapidly. His world turns and swirls upside down once more, his thoughts lost inside Jonghyun’s dark, starving eyes. Jonghyun wipes his palm across his chest, smearing the blood onto his hand. He unzips Minho’s jeans and slips his bloody hand into the other’s boxers, wrapping it around Minho’s aching arousal. Minho groans in pleasure, glad that he was touched in an area other than his neck. He nudges Jonghyun’s hand desperately, quietly begging for more, hissing when the other swipes his tip with a spark of force, his knees wobbling as Jonghyun strokes him in a gradual pace.
“…Jonghyun…” a muffled moan erupts from his lips as the other teases his balls, pinching his inner thighs harshly.
Jonghyun slurps up the hemoglobin, sucking harder on Minho’s blood vessel, occasionally stopping to press his lips against Minho’s and decorating his neck with angry marks to allow the vein to recover. He pants as his hunger gets closer to being neutralized, a sheet of cold sweat running down his body. He feels the concrete wall pulsating behind as Minho’s heartbeat echoes throughout the chambers of his ears, his brain losing its sense of direction as he blindly follows the rhythm, pumping Minho’s cock in time to the steady thumps of his heart.
Jonghyun moans as Minho’s heart rate speeds up from his touch, causing more blood to flow continuously into his inviting mouth. He increases the speed of his hand, the strings of clenched moans and soft whimpers emitting from the taller telling him that he was close to his peak. Minho piles his bodyweight onto the wall as his legs turn into tofu, his eyes spinning as pleasure coiled up in his lower abdomen. He arches his back when Jonghyun gives him a final tug, coming all over the other’s blood-smeared hand.
Jonghyun chuckles breathily, pulling his hand out from Minho’s jeans and giving the bloody mixture an experimental lick. Minho eyes at him and groans at the sight. He waits painfully as Jonghyun licks each of his fingers clean, running his devious tongue up and down the structure of his hand, finally finishing with his pinky. Minho leans in for a messy kiss and winced slightly as Jonghyun touches his wounds apologetically.
“God…I’m so sorry.”
Minho catches Jonghyun’s hand in his.
“My fault.”
Jonghyun flashes him a dark grin, reverting back to his mysterious vampire self. He slips carefully out of Minho’s grasp.
“Can we…can we meet again?” Minho asks, glancing at the vampire in his disheveled state.
“Your blood’s too delicious for us to not meet, Minho.”
The football player watches as the vampire walks down the alley, disappearing into the darkness like the nocturnal creature that he is. He smiles thinly to himself.
Till next time.
A/n: So erm..Happy Chinese new year!!! I got some lai see today :) I hope you guys enjoyed this ! please do comment, it makes my day ^^
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warning: a little blood.
Summary: Minho bumps into his predator at a fun night out.
A/N: Sequel to Beautiful
I’m back guys~ urgh I’m ashamed to post this fail DX so after I struggled with this for over 5 hours I finally found the will power to write some smut. Behold, le fail!
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The creature ventured into Minho’s dreams every night, leaving him traces of memories that invaded his time when he was awake. The dreams at first were frightening and horrifying, but somehow they slowly merged into dreams that aroused him, dreams that gave him pleasure and that he was guilty of dreaming about.
He woke up to find his body covered in sweat, his pajama bottoms wet. He stared at it blankly in frustration. He wanted to meet him again; he wanted to touch him, to feel his icy skin. Instead of healing, his scars developed into tiny rashes which bonded him to constant irritation, reminding him of the event that took place in his very own bedroom. He grunted as he pulls himself out of bed, slipping on a navy button up and a pair of black jeans.
The football team had recently won the championships, and for that reason the whole team had decided to celebrate downtown. Minho enters the club, moving from side to side as people here and there pushed past him. The disco lights bounced from wall to wall, the sparkly patterns swimming across the shadows of the thick crowd. It was the most popular club downtown, and given that it was a Friday night, people were stacked like crayons in a box, making it hard to even claim a cubic centimeter of oxygen to himself. As he bobbed his head to the rhythm of the music, he caught sight of his team, and hurriedly joined them on a set of deep purple couches.
“Well done Minho!”
“Great pass!” his members congratulate him as he manages a stiff smile.
The captain bulldozers him onto his seat, forcing a drink into his palm. He takes a sip, then downs the whole glass as he scans the club casually. His breath hitches and his brain stops functioning for a second as he spots a familiar figure sitting by the bar counter. His eyes widen as the person turns around. It was him. The monster, the creature that so poorly abused him. The monster that he had very nearly fantasized about every single fucking night in his dreams. The monster that was now flirting and joking with ladies, which Minho assumed to be the creature’s supper for later.
He downs his glass again when Junho refilled it, his eyesight jostling as he focused on his predator. He was quite handsome, Minho thought. Just like that night. Only now he seemed more human, the colorful lights camouflaging his pale skin tone as the shadows came to his aid, contouring his features and making him look even more perfect then he already was. He couldn’t help but to glance down at the pair of tight jeans, outlining his ass with his eyes.
When he glanced directly at him, Minho skipped a breath. Those eyes were gleaming with arrogance and amusement, and he swears he felt a spark of electricity as the other flips his hair teasingly. The music seemed to pound down onto earth with each beat, and his eyes felt heavier than before. The blonde smirked at him, strutting out of his sight and dissolving into the dancing crowd. He darts up from his seat as if on cue, and squeezed his way through the dance floor, searching for the lost figure.
“Hey beautiful.”
The same sticky voice dives into his ear.
He whipped his body around, yet there was no trace of the creature.
“Can I have this dance?”
Minho swiveled to his right ferociously, only to find himself glaring at thin air. He turns back, coming face to face with the man, the creature, the monster that invaded his thoughts everyday since that night.
He was still beautiful, his features exactly the same as the ones that were carved into his mind. Minho curls his fingers into a fist nervously as the man danced teasingly before him, swinging his thin hips and biting his cherry lips. He tells himself not to react when the other grinds against him, slipping a hand around his neck and eyeing the flesh greedily.
“I-I know what you are.” He blurts out.
The blonde stops for a while, and looks at him innocently, his eyes sparkling with danger.
“What I am? What are you talking about, Minho?”
He watched as his name rolled off the others tongue like a boulder and chilly feeling gripped his spine, rendering him speechless.
“I don’t think I’ve even seen you before….” The creatures whines, his finger poking lightly against Minho’s chest. He finally returned to his senses, and grabbed the other by the shoulders.
“Stop pretending, Dracula.”
“Dear me, now that’s not very nice, is it? I doubt that Dracula was even half as hot as me, you should know better.”
Minho tries to control himself as the other pouts, his blonde fringe framing his puppy eyes perfectly. He squeaks as the other lurches forward abruptly, and moans silently as the shorter gently licks the scars, leaving a thin coat of saliva over them.
“There. All better.”
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Minho has no clear idea of what he was doing when he shoves the vampire against the wall of a dingy alley, his mind murky as a pot of inky water. His hands tremble, not knowing what to do as the other looked at him expectantly. After what seemed like a millennium had passed, he finally pulled the other in for a rough and sloppy kiss, tangling their tongues together as he gripped his collar roughly. Minho whimpers as the blonde bites down onto his bottom lip, licking the spilled blood sensuously, a flicker of bloodlust returning to his eyes.
“I’m J-jonghyun.”
The other mutters thirstily as Minho’s tongue strokes his jaw line tenderly, marking his milky neck with neat little bites. Jonghyun slithers his hand under Minho’s shirt, his fingers dancing along the other’s toned stomach like a professional pianist. Minho gasps as he feels a sharp nail dig into his chest, his blood seeping freshly through his thin shirt. Jonghyun licks his ruby lips hungrily and rips off the buttons to Minho’s shirt, sucking his right chest predatorily, occasionally teasing the other’s nipple.
“Jonghyun…” Minho moans raspily.
Minho presses against him harshly, and Jonghyun gasps as a prominent bulge rubs against his crotch. He pulls Minho down by his neck, kissing his cheek lightly before whispering huskily into his ear.
“Minho-yah….” The other moans as Jonghyun palms the front of his jeans, linking his pinkies around his belt loops.
“Want me to suck you dry?”
Minho looses his balance and plants his arms on either sides of Jonghyun’s neck, wrinkling his brows at the sexual pun. Jonghyun laughs, and leans against the wall, enjoying how Minho crumbled down. His smile…the brunette thinks as a thin blush crept up his neck. The way the other’s eyes twinkle and his hidden dimples appear shyly as he smiles was precious. He leans down and caresses Jonghyun’s icy cheek,
taking the blondes hand with the other, leading it to his crotch, then adjusts himself so that his neck was pregnable to the other. Jonghyun looks up to him, his eyes questioning him of his actions. Minho shrugs, and beckons Jonghyun towards him as he digs opens his old scars hastily.
He was allowing the other to use him, this time by his own will.
Jonghyun attempts to shut his nose out from the alluring smell of Minho’s pure blood.
He chokes from the rich, seductive aroma of the red substance and he pushes against Minho’s chest to control himself.
“I..I…Minho…”
Fuck my life. He thinks as Minho’s blood runs down his hand, separating into different little trails as they wind through the lines of his barren skin, sliding their way along like new born serpents.
Finally succumbing to the temptation, he rams his ashen fangs into the previous scars, sinking them deep into the tunnels as he grasps the back of Minho’s neck for support. The blood extinguishes his carnivorous brain chemistry, being a satisfaction to his inhumane needs.
Minho flinches as the fangs dig into his neck, the searing pain greeting him once more as his heart hits against his bleeding chest rapidly. His world turns and swirls upside down once more, his thoughts lost inside Jonghyun’s dark, starving eyes. Jonghyun wipes his palm across his chest, smearing the blood onto his hand. He unzips Minho’s jeans and slips his bloody hand into the other’s boxers, wrapping it around Minho’s aching arousal. Minho groans in pleasure, glad that he was touched in an area other than his neck. He nudges Jonghyun’s hand desperately, quietly begging for more, hissing when the other swipes his tip with a spark of force, his knees wobbling as Jonghyun strokes him in a gradual pace.
“…Jonghyun…” a muffled moan erupts from his lips as the other teases his balls, pinching his inner thighs harshly.
Jonghyun slurps up the hemoglobin, sucking harder on Minho’s blood vessel, occasionally stopping to press his lips against Minho’s and decorating his neck with angry marks to allow the vein to recover. He pants as his hunger gets closer to being neutralized, a sheet of cold sweat running down his body. He feels the concrete wall pulsating behind as Minho’s heartbeat echoes throughout the chambers of his ears, his brain losing its sense of direction as he blindly follows the rhythm, pumping Minho’s cock in time to the steady thumps of his heart.
Jonghyun moans as Minho’s heart rate speeds up from his touch, causing more blood to flow continuously into his inviting mouth. He increases the speed of his hand, the strings of clenched moans and soft whimpers emitting from the taller telling him that he was close to his peak. Minho piles his bodyweight onto the wall as his legs turn into tofu, his eyes spinning as pleasure coiled up in his lower abdomen. He arches his back when Jonghyun gives him a final tug, coming all over the other’s blood-smeared hand.
Jonghyun chuckles breathily, pulling his hand out from Minho’s jeans and giving the bloody mixture an experimental lick. Minho eyes at him and groans at the sight. He waits painfully as Jonghyun licks each of his fingers clean, running his devious tongue up and down the structure of his hand, finally finishing with his pinky. Minho leans in for a messy kiss and winced slightly as Jonghyun touches his wounds apologetically.
“God…I’m so sorry.”
Minho catches Jonghyun’s hand in his.
“My fault.”
Jonghyun flashes him a dark grin, reverting back to his mysterious vampire self. He slips carefully out of Minho’s grasp.
“Can we…can we meet again?” Minho asks, glancing at the vampire in his disheveled state.
“Your blood’s too delicious for us to not meet, Minho.”
The football player watches as the vampire walks down the alley, disappearing into the darkness like the nocturnal creature that he is. He smiles thinly to himself.
Till next time.
A/n: So erm..Happy Chinese new year!!! I got some lai see today :) I hope you guys enjoyed this ! please do comment, it makes my day ^^