Arxiwon's Masterlist

Welcome to my collection of stories featuring the members of Enhypen. Dive into various scenarios filled with emotion, romance, and intrigue.

Guides:

Heeseung (이희승)

Jay (박종성)

Jake (심재윤)

Sunghoon (박성훈)

Sunoo (김선우)

Jungwon (양정원)

Ni-Ki (西村力)

OT 7

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You and Jungwon had always been close. Too close. The kind of friendship where everyone just knew something was there—but neither of you had ever crossed the line. He was your sweet, reliable best friend. The one who always had your back, always put you first.

Until tonight.

Because right now? Jungwon looked ready to destroy something.

It all started at a party you didn’t even want to go to. Some guy had been getting a little too close—laughing at everything you said, touching your arm, whispering into your ear like he had a chance. You thought nothing of it. Just playful flirting.

But Jungwon? Oh, he saw red.

He’d been watching you from across the room, his jaw tight, fingers clenched into a fist against his thigh. The way the guy leaned into you, the way you let it happen—he hated it.

And when that bastard had the nerve to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear?

Jungwon snapped.

Next thing you knew, he was dragging you out of there, ignoring your protests as he pushed you into his car, slamming the door shut. The air was thick with tension, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled, his breathing uneven.

"Jungwon—” you started, but the look he shot you made your stomach flip.

"Don’t," he said, voice dangerously low. "Not fucking now."

Your throat went dry. He never cursed at you. Never spoke to you like that.

But tonight, the Jungwon sitting next to you wasn’t the boy you grew up with. He was something else entirely.

Possessive. Jealous. And he was done pretending.

"Turn around." His voice is low, dark, demanding.

You hesitate for half a second—big mistake.

Jungwon’s fingers tangle in your hair, yanking your head back. "Did I fucking stutter?"

Your stomach tightens. You barely manage to turn before he shoves you forward, pressing your chest against the cold wall.

His hands roam—greedy, possessive, completely unapologetic. One grips your hip, while the other trails up your spine, fingers curling around the back of your neck.

"This body belongs to me," he mutters, his lips ghosting over your ear. "Mine to touch. Mine to ruin."

His other hand slips between your legs, cupping you through your soaked underwear.

"Fuck," he hisses, pressing against your heat. "You’re already dripping. And you were gonna act all innocent?"

Your breath catches, but he doesn’t give you time to process anything.

Rip.

Your underwear is gone.

He doesn’t even pull it down—he fucking tears it off.

"Jungwon—"

"Shut up." His fingers slide through your slick folds, teasing, barely giving you enough. "You don’t get to say shit. Not after what you pulled tonight."

His touch is expert—just enough pressure to make you whimper, but never enough to give you what you want.

And the bastard knows it.

"You want it so bad, don’t you?" He lets out a low chuckle, his fingers circling your clit but never quite touching it. "Grinding against that guy, giggling like a dumb little slut. But look at you now—" he pushes a finger inside, slow and taunting—"dripping for me. Not him. Never him."

He adds another finger, pumping deeper, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes your knees buckle.

His other hand tightens around your throat.

"Say it," he growls, his teeth nipping at your shoulder. "Say you belong to me."

Your mind is spinning, body aching, needing more.

"Jungwon, please—"

His fingers pull out completely.

You gasp at the sudden loss, but before you can beg, he flips you around, lifting you effortlessly onto the nearest surface.

His lips crash against yours, messy, desperate, filthy.

"You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum," he mutters against your mouth.

And then—he thrusts in.

Deep. Hard. No warning.

Your body shakes, back arching, nails digging into his arms.

He groans—a sound so raw and deep it sends a shudder straight through you. "Fuck, you feel so tight."

His pace is ruthless—deep, punishing, possessive. His hands hold you in place, making sure you take everything.

"You’re mine." His grip tightens on your hips, dragging you down onto his cock with every thrust. "Fucking say it."

Your head is spinning, pleasure coiling tight.

"I—I’m yours—"

His hand wraps around your throat again, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

"Louder."

"I’m yours, Jungwon—fuck—I’m only yours!"

That’s all it takes.

He slams into you harder, deeper, pushing you right over the edge. Your body shatters, pleasure ripping through you in waves so intense you nearly sob.

Jungwon follows right after—his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate—before he buries himself deep, groaning as he fills you completely.

Silence.

Both of you panting, tangled together, skin slick with sweat.

But even now, he’s not done.

His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing your exhausted gaze to meet his.

"You think I’m done with you?" He smirks, licking his lips. "Not a fucking chance."

Your body is still trembling, overstimulated, wrecked— but Jungwon? Not satisfied.

Not yet.

He pulls out slowly, watching the way his cum drips from your swollen, abused cunt.

"Look at that," he muses, swiping two fingers through your slick folds before pushing it back inside you. "So messy. You love being filled up, don’t you?"

Your thighs twitch, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

But Jungwon? Not done playing.

His hands wrap around your waist, flipping you onto your stomach.

"On your knees," he orders, his voice low and commanding. "I’m not fucking done with you yet."

You barely have time to react before he yanks your hips up, pressing your chest into the sheets.

His cock slides along your soaked folds again, teasing, making you whimper.

"You can take more, baby," he coos, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. "You were such a brat earlier—don’t you think you should make it up to me?"

You barely manage a nod before he thrusts back in, hard enough to make you cry out.

His fingers dig into your waist, pulling you back onto his cock with every deep stroke.

"God, you’re fucking perfect," he growls, voice thick with lust. "So tight, so fucking wet—taking me like a good little slut."

Your head spins—he’s too deep, too rough, too much— but fuck, you love it.

And he knows.

He reaches forward, wrapping your hair around his fist, tugging your head back.

"You like this, don’t you?" His lips brush against your ear, breath hot. "No one else gets to fuck you like this. No one else will ever have you. Say it."

Your voice is shaky, breathless. "N-No one else—only you, Jungwon—fuck!"

His fingers slide down your stomach, circling your clit with ruthless precision.

"Good girl."

Your body clenches around him, pleasure coiling tight again— too soon, too much—

And he feels it.

"Gonna cum again already?" he taunts, laughing breathlessly. "God, you’re so easy—falling apart on my cock like a desperate little whore."

His pace increases, rough, deep, relentless— your body pushed forward with every brutal thrust.

You can’t think. Can’t breathe.

And then—you shatter.

Your orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave, body convulsing, toes curling, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

Jungwon moans—low, wrecked, completely lost in the way you squeeze around him.

"Fuck—fuck—" his pace stutters, his grip tightening as he buries himself deep one last time, groaning as he spills inside you.

His chest rises and falls against your back, skin slick with sweat.

For a moment, silence.

Just the sound of your ragged breaths, tangled together, completely wrecked.

And then—Jungwon chuckles.

"I hope you didn’t think I was done with you yet."

His fingers tighten around your waist.

"Because I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk."

Jungwon had warned you. He told you not to run, that there was no point. So when he finds you—panting, desperate, terrified—it only amuses him. He steps closer, slow and deliberate, watching you shrink against the wall. "Did you really think you could get away?" His voice is soft, almost gentle. Then, in an instant, his hand is around your throat, pinning you. "You're mine," he whispers, fangs glinting as he leans in. "And I don't like when my things try to leave me."

Heeseung lets you run. He enjoys the hunt, the thrill of chasing you through the dark forest. When he finally catches you, you're exhausted, trembling on the ground. He crouches in front of you, tilting your chin up with a smirk. "Was it fun, love?" His voice drips with amusement. "Did you enjoy making me chase you?" He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his cold fingers lingering. "Next time, I won’t be so gentle when I bring you back."

Jay doesn't chase you—he waits. He knows you'll come crawling back. And when you do, eyes wide with fear, his arms are open, his expression unreadable. "Did you think you could live without me?" His voice is calm, but there's a dangerous edge to it. He pulls you into his lap, caging you in. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." His fangs brush against your neck, a silent warning. "Not now. Not ever."

Jake doesn’t get angry—he gets disappointed. He finds you in the city, hiding in the shadows, thinking you’re safe. He steps out of the darkness, his expression unreadable. "Running away from me?" He sighs, shaking his head. "After everything I’ve done for you?" He moves closer, his fingers ghosting over your pulse. "I guess I have to teach you a lesson now, hmm?" His lips curl into a smirk. "Maybe if I fuck you senseless, you'll finally understand you belong to me."

Sunghoon is pissed. He doesn’t say anything when he finds you—he just acts. One second, you're running. The next, your body is slammed against a wall, his cold breath fanning over your skin. "You think you’re smart, don’t you?" His voice is low, dangerous. "Thinking you could leave me?" His fingers tighten around your wrists, trapping you. "I should break your legs so you never run again." His fangs brush against your throat. "But then I wouldn’t be able to fuck you properly. And we can’t have that."

Sunoo laughs when he finds you. "Oh, sweetheart." His voice is sweet, but his eyes are sharp. "Did you really think you could escape me?" He cups your face, tilting your chin up. "That was adorable." He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before whispering, "Don’t do it again. Or I’ll have to punish you."

Ni-ki doesn’t chase you. He waits in your room, relaxed on your bed, when you finally come back—hungry, desperate, defeated. He smirks, his fangs glinting under the dim light. "Oh? You’re back?" He pats his lap. "Come here." When you hesitate, his eyes darken. "Now." You obey, climbing into his arms as he wraps himself around you. "You're never leaving me again," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your throat. "Even if I have to tie you to this bed."

The room felt suffocating. Not because it was small, not because the air was thick with tension, but because he was standing there—so close, yet unbearably out of reach.

Sunghoon’s expression was unreadable, his usual cold stare even more distant tonight. His hands were clenched at his sides like he was forcing himself to stand still. Like if he moved even an inch, he’d break. Or maybe… if he stayed any longer, he’d change his mind.

And you knew he wouldn’t allow himself that weakness.

"Just say it," you whispered, hating how weak your voice sounded.

He exhaled sharply. "I can't do this anymore."

There it was. The dagger you had been bracing for. And yet, it still carved through your ribs like your heart was made of paper.

You swallowed, hands curling into fists. "You're lying."

His jaw tightened. His lips parted, then hesitated. You could see the war behind his eyes, but you already knew the outcome.

He had already made up his mind.

"We’re not good for each other."

A cruel joke. A hollow excuse.

You let out a sharp breath, bitter laughter bubbling up despite the ache clawing at your chest. "We were good enough before."

Before the fights. Before the sleepless nights. Before the love turned into a battlefield where neither of you could surrender first.

Sunghoon’s gaze flickered, but he didn't look at you. He couldn't. "People change."

"So change back." The words slipped out, desperate, breaking. Your fingers ached to reach for him, to pull him back into you, to rewind time to when love didn’t feel like a losing game.

For the briefest second, his eyes met yours.

Raw. Broken.

Then it was gone. The wall slammed back up. "Goodbye, Y/N."

He turned.

Your heart lurched, panic clawing up your throat as you choked out, "Don't—please don’t do this."

But his footsteps didn’t falter.

No looking back. No hesitation.

And just like that, he walked out.

And you stood there, drowning in the ruins of everything you had built together.

Love had never been kind. But this? This was cruelty.

It had been years.

Years since Sunghoon had walked away. Years since you had forced yourself to move on, piece by shattered piece.

And for a while, you convinced yourself you had.

Until tonight. Until you felt his eyes burning into you from across the club.

The music was deafening, bodies moving around you in a blur of heat and sweat, but the only thing you could feel was him—standing there, watching.

Jaw clenched. Fingers gripping his drink like he wanted to shatter the glass.

Jealousy.

It rolled off him in waves, thick and suffocating. And all because of him—the man currently leaning too close, whispering something in your ear that you weren’t even hearing anymore.

Not when every nerve in your body was tuned into the man who once knew you better than anyone. The man who had ruined you for anyone else.

Then suddenly—a firm grip on your wrist. A sharp pull. The world tilting.

"We're leaving." Sunghoon’s voice was low, possessive, deadly.

The man beside you scoffed, stepping forward. "Hey, man—"

One look. That’s all it took for the guy to hesitate, stepping back like he sensed something dangerous.

Sunghoon didn’t even glance at him again. His fingers tightened around your wrist, dragging you through the crowd, past the pulsing lights, until the cool air hit your skin and the night swallowed you whole.

"What the hell is your problem?" you snapped, yanking your arm away once you were outside.

Sunghoon turned, and the way he was looking at you—like he was barely restraining himself—knocked the air from your lungs.

"You let him touch you."

Your breath hitched. "So? You lost the right to care, remember?"

His jaw ticked. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then lower, lingering on the way your dress clung to your body.

Then, he snapped.

A blur of movement. Hands grabbing. Back hitting cold metal.

He kissed you like he was starving.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful.

It was desperate. Rough. Years of frustration, of jealousy, of regret, poured into every clash of lips, every bite, every possessive pull of your hair.

His hands gripped, explored, claimed—running up your thighs, hiking your dress higher, higher—until he was lifting you onto the hood of his car, stepping between your legs like he belonged there.

Like he had never left.

"Tell me to stop," he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked, hands shaking as they slid under your dress. "Tell me you've forgotten me."

You should have.

But when he dragged his teeth along your jaw, when his fingers dipped lower, teasing, taunting, forcing out a sound that was more needy than you wanted to admit—

You knew the truth.

You hadn’t moved on at all.

And neither had he.

The moment your moan slipped out, Sunghoon lost it.

His lips crushed against yours again, teeth grazing, tongue claiming, hands gripping your thighs so tightly you knew there would be bruises. His fingers curled under your dress, yanking the fabric up to your waist, exposing more of you to the cool night air.

His breath was ragged as he pulled back just enough to growl, "I don’t care how many years it’s been. This? This is still mine."

You gasped as he pressed forward, grinding against you, his clothed hardness pressing right where you needed him most. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you arch against him.

"Fuck, Sunghoon—"

He exhaled sharply, forehead dropping against yours. "Say it again."

Your fingers tangled in his shirt, dragging him closer as you rolled your hips against his, a shameless whimper leaving your lips. "Sunghoon."

His name sounded so wrecked coming from your mouth, so full of need, that a broken groan ripped from his throat. His control snapped.

A flurry of movement—he spun you around, pressing your front against the car, one hand pushing down on your back, keeping you pinned while the other yanked at your underwear, tearing the lace with zero patience.

"You don’t get to act like you’ve moved on," he rasped against your ear, pressing his chest to your back, his hand sliding between your thighs, fingers dragging along your slick folds. "Not when you're this fucking wet for me."

You shuddered, gasping as his fingers teased, barely dipping in, spreading you open just to prove how soaked you were.

"I bet he never got you like this," Sunghoon taunted, pressing a kiss behind your ear. "Did he ever make you drip just from a kiss? From just hearing my voice?"

Your nails scratched against the hood of his car as he slid two fingers inside you, stretching, curling, pressing against that spot that made your legs weak.

"Sunghoon, please—"

His free hand caught your throat, tilting your head back so his lips could skim over your jaw. "Please, what?"

He wanted you to beg.

Wanted to hear you admit that no one had ever made you feel like this.

And fuck—you were so close to breaking.

He pumped his fingers faster, curling them just right, rubbing his palm against your clit until you were gasping, writhing, barely holding yourself up against the car.

"I could make you come just like this," he whispered darkly, "but you don’t deserve it yet."

Before you could protest, he pulled away completely, leaving you aching, empty, desperate.

A sharp gasp left you as he flipped you around again, hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly onto the car hood.

His eyes were wild, dark, filled with something dangerous as he unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free. Thick, hard, already leaking.

He grabbed your thighs, yanking you forward until your core was aligned with him.

"Gonna take me like a good girl, or do I have to remind you who you belong to?"

Your breath hitched. "I never forgot."

That was all he needed.

With a rough thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you to the point of pain, to the point where all you could do was sob out his name.

"That’s it," he groaned, head dropping to your shoulder as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust. "So fucking tight. You missed this, didn’t you?"

You could barely think, barely breathe. But when he pulled back, just to slam into you again, harder, deeper, a shameless cry ripped from your throat.

"Say it." His grip on your hips was bruising as he thrust into you again, setting a brutal rhythm. "Say you fucking missed this."

You were trembling, nails digging into his arms. "I missed you. I missed you so much, Sunghoon—"

He broke.

Whatever restraint he had left snapped, and he fucked you like he was trying to make up for every second you had been apart.

Each thrust was punishing, every drag of his cock against your walls pulling out filthy, choked moans that he swallowed with his mouth. His tongue was everywhere—your lips, your jaw, your throat, marking you up, ruining you all over again.

"No one else gets to have you," he growled against your skin. "No one. Ever again."

Your body clenched around him, the heat in your stomach coiling tighter, higher—

"I can feel you, baby," he panted, thrusts growing erratic. "You gonna come for me? Let me feel how much you missed me?"

Your nails raked down his back, legs wrapping tighter around him. "I—fuck, Sunghoon, I’m—"

And then—he reached between you, rubbing quick, relentless circles against your clit.

Your world shattered.

The orgasm crashed into you so hard your vision went white, your body spasming as you clenched around him.

Sunghoon groaned loudly, hips stuttering, and then he was gone too—burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a wrecked, desperate growl of your name.

For a while, the only thing that existed was the sound of ragged breathing, of your pounding heartbeats trying to slow down.

Sunghoon pressed his forehead against yours, whispering your name like it was a prayer, like he was terrified to lose you again.

And maybe—just maybe—this time, he wouldn't.

The heat between you still lingered as you both tried to catch your breath, bodies still tangled together on the hood of his car. Your skin was sticky, thighs still trembling from how hard he had taken you, how deeply he had ruined you.

Sunghoon was still buried inside you, still impossibly hard, like he wasn’t done proving his point. His forehead rested against yours, dark strands of hair falling over his eyes as he let out a shaky exhale. He should have been satisfied. He should have felt victorious.

But then, your phone buzzed.

The soft glow of the screen lit up, and Sunghoon's gaze flickered down.

And just like that—his entire body stiffened.

The playful haze from before evaporated the second he saw what was on your screen.

Your wallpaper.

Not just any wallpaper.

A picture of you and another guy—laughing, standing too close, his arm slung over your shoulder like he had every right to be touching you like that.

Sunghoon's grip on your waist tightened dangerously.

Your breath hitched. "Sunghoon?"

He didn’t answer.

Instead, his fingers curled around your phone, lifting it for a better look. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle ticking. His eyes darkened, the warmth from moments ago replaced by something possessive, something dangerous.

"This is your fucking wallpaper?"

Your stomach dropped.

Before you could respond, Sunghoon scoffed—low, humorless, dripping with jealousy.

"You let him put his hands on you like this?" His voice was deathly quiet, but his grip on your thighs said everything. "You let him claim you like this while you're still dripping with me?"

Your body twitched at his words, still overly sensitive from your last orgasm.

Sunghoon noticed. Oh, he fucking noticed.

And it just made him worse.

"You think he could ever fuck you like I do?"

You barely had time to process before he pulled out of you—only to slam back in, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs.

A strangled gasp left your lips.

"Fucking answer me."

You were still reeling from the first round, and now he was giving you no chance to recover. No time to think. He was fucking into you like he was trying to overwrite every memory you had with that guy.

Like he was trying to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

Your fingers dug into his back as his pace turned brutal, as the sounds of wet skin meeting filled the night air. Your body was already too sensitive, already on the verge of breaking all over again.

"Sunghoon—!"

His hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Say it." His voice was a snarl. "Say he doesn’t matter. Say I’m the only one who gets to have you like this."

Your head was spinning, pleasure coiling tighter with every ruthless thrust.

"You are," you gasped, "Only you—fuck—please—"

That was it. That was all he needed.

He cursed, burying himself deep, his body shuddering as he chased his release. His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans, owning every little sound you made.

"Mine," he growled, "Mine. Fucking mine."

When you came, it was with his name on your tongue and his hands gripping your waist so tight it was almost bruising.

And this time—he didn’t pull away.

Your body was still trembling when Sunghoon finally pulled out of you, his hands still gripping your waist like he wasn’t ready to let go. Like he was making sure you knew—there was no escaping him now.

And maybe... you didn’t want to.

You barely had time to recover before he reached for your phone again, swiping it off the hood of the car with two fingers.

Your breath hitched. "Sunghoon—"

He was already dialing.

The contact name flashed across the screen. ‘Jihyun 💙’

Your stomach dropped.

He brought the phone to his ear, eyes locked onto yours as it rang. One ring. Two. Three.

Then—a voice.

"Hey, babe? What’s up?"

You didn’t speak.

You couldn’t.

Because Sunghoon was still staring at you—his dark eyes telling you exactly how this was about to go.

"Hello?" Jihyun’s voice was light, confused. Still clueless.

Then Sunghoon smirked.

And the next words out of his mouth? Low, dangerous, absolute.

"She’s done with you."

Your heart stopped.

"What?" Jihyun’s voice wavered. "Who the fuck is this?"

Sunghoon tilted his head, still watching you. Still waiting for you to stop him. But you didn’t.

You just sat there, lips parted, body still tingling with the aftershocks of everything he just did to you.

"I’m the reason," Sunghoon continued, voice smooth as silk, "she won’t be coming back to you tonight."

Jihyun cursed. "Who the hell do you think you are? Put her on the phone—"

Sunghoon laughed.

Not a playful laugh. Not even an amused one. It was cruel. A warning.

"She’s busy," he murmured. "Too busy screaming my name to care about yours."

Your breath caught.

Jihyun went silent.

And that’s when Sunghoon really twisted the knife.

"You should’ve known," he continued, "she was never yours to begin with."

Then—he hung up.

The phone hit the hood of the car with a soft thud, but the tension in the air? Suffocating.

You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest. "Sunghoon, I—"

His lips were on you before you could finish.

A deep, bruising kiss, one that left no room for second thoughts.

Because Sunghoon already knew.

You were his. You always had been.

And now?

There was no denying it anymore.

What Idol!Enhypen Would Do If They Caught Their Girlfriend Fangirling Over Another Member Instead of Them

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Husband!Jungwon – What It's Like Being Married to Him ᯓꨄ︎˚˖ ࣪

Husband!Jungwon wakes up before you most days, and instead of getting out of bed, he just watches you sleep with the softest smile. When you finally stir, he presses a lazy kiss to your forehead. “Good morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice still raspy from sleep.

Husband!Jungwon insists on making you breakfast, even if he’s half-asleep while flipping pancakes. Sometimes he messes up and pouts until you come help him. “I was trying to surprise you,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Husband!Jungwon doesn’t like you overworking yourself. The second he sees you stressed, he’s pulling you into his lap and rubbing your back. “Enough work. Your husband is right here,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

Husband!Jungwon is the type to stare at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Whether you’re dressed up or just wearing his oversized hoodie, his eyes never stop shining. When you catch him, he just grins. “Can’t help it. You’re my wife.”

“Jungwon, give me the remote.”

“No.”

“Jungwon.”

“I’m your husband. That means I make the decisions.”

“Oh really?”

“…Fine, take it.” (He just wanted to tease you.)

He’s by your side the entire time, tucking you in, making you soup, and even singing softly to help you sleep. “I don’t care if I get sick too,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That just means we can be miserable together.”

If another guy even looks at you for too long, Jungwon just raises an eyebrow, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Do you need something?” he asks the guy with a polite but firm smile. (Later, he sulks until you kiss him and remind him he's the only one for you.)

Leaves sticky notes everywhere with things like:

Lying in bed, facing each other, just talking about everything—your dreams, your fears, your favorite memories. He traces lazy circles on your skin and listens intently. “You’re my home,” he whispers before kissing your forehead.

Husband!Jungwon isn’t just your husband—he’s your best friend, your biggest supporter, your home. And every single day, he makes sure you know just how much he loves you.

Would you say yes to Husband!Jungwon? 🥰💍

Synopsis: Jay has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. And when you finally notice, you do what you do best—you take advantage of it.

Jay has always been there.

A constant. A promise. A safety net you never had to ask for.

He was the boy who remembered the little things, the one who always picked up your late-night calls, who showed up whenever you needed him—no questions asked. He knew your coffee order by heart, knew which songs made you cry, knew exactly what to say when the world felt too heavy on your shoulders.

He knew you. And he loved you.

Maybe that was his first mistake.

You were always aware of it—the way he looked at you, the way he lingered, the way he loved you so loudly even without saying it. It was obvious in every careful touch, every time he let his fingers brush yours like he was memorizing the feeling, every time he swallowed back words he was dying to say because he knew you wouldn’t say them back.

And when he finally did say it, you didn’t flinch. You didn’t look away.

Because deep down, you had always known.

"I love you."

Three simple words. So easy for him. So impossible for you.

You had smiled, soft and sweet, reaching out to take his hand in yours. "I’m not ready for a relationship, Jay."

You watched as something inside him cracked, as his fingers twitched in your hold, but he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he nodded.

"I know."

Of course he knew.

Jay always knew. Jay always accepted.

Because that’s just who he was.

The boy who would take whatever pieces of you he could get. The boy who would never ask for more, even when he deserved it.

So you let him stay.

You let him be yours on the nights you were lonely, let him kiss you in the dark where no one else could see, let him hold you in moments where his touch was the only thing that grounded you.

You let him love you.

But you never loved him back.

And he knew that, too.

But it didn’t stop him from hoping.

It didn’t stop him from waiting.

Until, one day, you stopped giving him something to wait for.

"I met someone."

You had said it so easily. Like it didn’t matter. Like it wasn’t the thing that would finally break him beyond repair.

Jay had laughed—a hollow, breathless sound—as if the words hadn’t just shattered his entire world.

"So, you’re serious about him?" His voice was calm. Too calm.

And maybe you hesitated. Maybe there was a part of you that expected him to fight for you, to ask you to stay, to tell you he would be enough.

But he didn’t.

Because even now, even as you broke him, he still refused to make you feel guilty for it.

"Yeah," you finally said. "It’s different with him."

Something in his eyes dimmed.

"Different, huh?" Jay exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, like this was just another casual conversation. Like his chest wasn’t caving in. "Guess I should’ve known."

You should have felt something. You should have felt the weight of what you were doing to him.

But you didn’t.

Because you knew that no matter how much you hurt him, no matter how far you walked away, he would never stop loving you.

And that was enough.

So you smiled.

"Take care, Jay."

Then, just like that, you left.

And Jay?

Jay stayed exactly where he always was.

Right where you left him.

Still waiting.

Noted honey <3. Preference? Mhmm from Novel that I read yep:) that's why

I'll keep in mind for the next fic, thank you somwachhh ^^

-Ruby

I'm curious thoo which one u guys prefer? Mhmmm so yep.. cz I wanna try smth different too ehe. Lemme know which perspective u guys like most :3

-Ruby

Laughter echoed through the room as You shoved at Riki’s shoulder, trying to roll him onto his back.

“You’re getting weak, Riki,” you teased, straddling his waist, your hands pushing against his chest. “I swear, you used to be stronger than this.”

Riki smirked up at you, eyes dark with something unreadable. “Oh yeah?” His voice was deceptively light, amusement laced with a dangerous edge. “You really think you’re winning, sweetheart?”

You grinned, leaning in, faces barely inches apart. “Obviously.”

And then, before you could react—everything flipped.

Riki’s hands gripped your hips, twisting both of your bodies effortlessly until you was the one on your back, wrists pinned above your head, his weight pressing you down. Your breath hitched.

“What was that about me being weak?” he murmured, voice lower now, rougher.

Your heart pounded, your body heating at the way his fingers curled around her wrists, the way his body caged hers in completely.

“Riki—”

“Shh.” His nose brushed against you, teasing, taunting. “Look at you.” His grip tightened just slightly, enough to make you squirm. “So fucking cute when you’re trapped.”

Your breath stuttered.

Something in the air shifted.

His eyes flickered from yours parted lips, and when you licked them nervously, his jaw clenched.

“Say you want me to let you go.” His voice was dangerously soft.

You swallowed hard. “I—”

His grip on your wrists loosened, but you didn’t move.

Didn’t want to.

A slow smirk spread across his lips. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

And then—he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was hungry. Demanding.

Riki devoured your lips like he’d been starving for this. His hands moved, one gripping your jaw, the other sliding to your waist, pulling your hips against his.

You gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t let you pull away. Didn’t give you a chance to think.

His tongue slid against yours, hot, filthy, claiming. He nipped at your bottom lip, tugging, sucking, teasing.

His grip on your waist turned bruising, his hips pressing down, and you felt him—hard, burning through his sweats, pressing right against you.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. “You feel that, baby?” His hips rolled, making you whimper. “That’s what you do to me.”

Your fingers found his hair, tugging, and he growled—actually fucking growled—before biting your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Mine,” he muttered against her skin, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers dragging over your stomach, your ribs, your breasts.

“Riki,” you gasped, arching into his touch.

“Yeah, baby?” He smirked, breath hot against your throat. “You like this?”

He rolled his hips again, slow, teasing.

Your nails dug into his shoulders. “Please.”

His eyes darkened. “Please what?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips swollen, wet, teasing a smirk.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

Your stomach tightened. “Please, Riki… don’t stop.”

His gaze turned feral.

Your plea barely left your lips before Riki snapped.

He crashed his mouth onto you, this time deeper, filthier, hungrier. His tongue plunged into your mouth, dominating every inch, swallowing the desperate whimpers you couldn’t hold back.

His hands were everywhere—one gripping your waist so tight you'd have bruises, the other slipping beneath your shirt, fingers dragging over bare skin.

You gasped when his thumb brushed over your nipple, already sensitive through your thin bra.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, voice wrecked. “You always this needy for me?”

His teeth scraped against her jaw, down to your neck, biting hard enough to make you gasp before soothing the sting with his tongue.

You arched under him, your fingers tangling into his hair, tugging just to hear that delicious growl vibrate from his chest.

“Oh, you like that?” His smirk pressed against your skin. “You wanna play rough, sweetheart?”

And then, in one move, he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head.

Completely helpless beneath him.

Your breath hitched.

Riki leaned down, nose brushing against yours, his weight pressing her deep into the mattress.

“I should’ve done this sooner,” he murmured, his free hand trailing lower, slipping beneath your shorts.

Your body jerked at the first teasing stroke over your clothed core, the friction sending a shockwave through you.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” His voice was a mix of amusement and pure, raw desire. “Is this what you wanted?”

You bit her lip, turning your head away.

That was a mistake.

Riki gripped her chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Use your words, baby.” His fingers rubbed slow circles over the damp fabric, making your hips buck. “Tell me how bad you need me.”

Your body was on fire. The way he held you down, the way he controlled every touch, every movement—it was driving you insane.

“Riki, please,” you gasped.

His smirk was pure sin.

“That’s my girl.”

And then, he shoved your shorts aside and slid his fingers beneath the fabric.

You choked on a moan, back arching when he dragged his fingers through your folds, feeling just how fucking wrecked you already was.

“Fuck, baby. So wet for me. I could just slide right in, couldn’t I?” His voice was low, teasing.

You whimpered, your thighs trembling as his fingers dipped lower, pressing right against your clit.

Your reaction was immediate—hips jerking up, chasing the pressure, but Riki pulled away, smirking.

“Nah-uh. Be patient.”

You whined, struggling against his grip, but he just laughed, enjoying every second of your frustration.

“God, look at you. You love this, don’t you?” His fingers slid lower, teasing your entrance, barely pushing in.

Your breath was ragged. “Please.”

He tilted his head. “Please, what?”

“More. Riki—fuck, please—”

That was all he needed.

With a dark chuckle, he slammed two fingers inside you, hard and deep.

Your moan was loud, borderline pornographic, and Riki groaned right along with you.

“Holy shit—so fucking tight.”

He didn’t hold back.

Thrusting, curling, scissoring his fingers deep inside her, Riki set a brutal rhythm, his hand moving slick and filthy between your thighs.

His grip on your wrists didn’t loosen—not even when you thrashed beneath him, begging for more.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, watching you fall apart. “Take it. Take everything I give you.”

Your walls clenched around his fingers, and he grinned.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

You was already too close, your body coiling tight like a bowstring, ready to snap.

Riki leaned down, lips brushing against yours, teasing. “Go on. Come for me. Make a mess, baby.”

With a final deep, curling stroke, you shattered—your body trembling, legs shaking, breathless moans spilling from her lips.

And Riki?

He just fucking watched her, smirking, enjoying every second of her ruin.

“Goddamn.” His voice was wrecked, full of admiration. “That was so fucking pretty.”

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He finally let go of your wrists, only to yank his hoodie over his head, tossing it aside.

Your dazed eyes widened as you took in the sight of him—flushed skin, toned abs, the dark hunger in his gaze.

And the outline of his cock straining hard against his sweats.

You licked your lips, and Riki caught it immediately.

His smirk turned wicked.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He reached down, tugging his sweats low enough to free himself.

Your mouth went dry.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

Your breath hitched as he freed himself, thick and heavy in his hand, fingers curling around his shaft, lazily stroking.

Riki watched you, eyes dark with hunger, his lips curling as he took in the way your thighs pressed together, desperate for more.

"You want it, don’t you?" His voice was low, teasing, dripping with sin.

You nodded, barely able to breathe, but that wasn’t enough for him.

"Use your words, baby," he murmured, gripping his cock at the base, giving it a slow pump. "Tell me how bad you want me to stretch this pretty pussy open."

Your cheeks burned, but the throbbing between your legs was unbearable. "Riki, please," you gasped. "I need you. I need you inside me—please."

"Fuck." His breath came out ragged, his composure barely holding. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me."

He grabbed your thighs, yanking them apart with no warning, spreading you wide open beneath him.

A sharp gasp left your lips, but before you could react, he pushed the tip right against your entrance, teasing, rubbing, coating himself in your slick.

"Riki—"

Your plea was cut off with a sharp cry as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself inside you in one brutal thrust.

Your back arched off the bed, nails digging into his arms, mouth falling open in a silent scream as he stretched you wide, inch by inch.

"Fucking hell—so tight," he groaned, head falling forward, jaw clenched as your walls squeezed him like a vice.

You could barely think, barely breathe—the feeling of him, so deep, so thick, was too much and not enough all at once.

Riki leaned down, forehead pressed against yours, voice rough and breathless. "You feel that, baby? How fucking deep I am?"

You only answer was a desperate whimper, your hands flying to his back, nails raking down his skin.

That made him snap.

"Yeah? You like being fucking split open on my cock?"

Without another word, he drew his hips back and slammed into you again, rough and relentless.

Your cry turned into a choked moan, body trembling beneath him as he set a brutal rhythm, each thrust knocking the breath from your lungs.

"So fucking wet," he hissed through gritted teeth, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again. "Listen to that, baby. So messy. So filthy. All for me."

You was gone, wrecked, ruined. The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet, obscene noises filling the room—it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

Riki grabbed your leg, throwing it over his shoulder, sinking even deeper.

You sobbed his name, legs trembling, the new angle making every thrust hit that spot inside you that had her vision going white.

"Fuck yeah, take it," he growled, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "You were made for this, weren’t you? For me. To take my cock like a good fucking girl."

You could only moan in response, too far gone to fight it, too lost in the pleasure to care.

Riki's fingers slid between them, pressing against your clit, rubbing fast, filthy circles.

Your body convulsed, pleasure crashing into you with brutal force.

"Oh my god—Riki, I—"

"Fucking come," he growled, thrusting harder, faster, chasing his own high. "Come all over my cock, baby. Now."

And just like that, you shattered—pleasure slamming into you so violently you saw stars.

Your body locked up, walls clenching down on him, and Riki let out a deep, guttural groan, his thrusts turning erratic.

"Shit—gonna fill you up," he panted, slamming into you one last time before burying himself deep, spilling inside you.

You felt everything—the warmth flooding you, the way his body trembled against yours, the raw heat of it all.

For a moment, the world was silent, the only sound their ragged, uneven breathing.

Riki finally let out a breathless laugh, forehead dropping against her shoulder. "Holy fuck."

You could barely respond, your body still trembling, completely wrecked beneath him.

But then he lifted his head, and his dark, wicked smirk made your stomach drop.

"You think we’re done?" he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Your eyes widened. "Riki, I—"

"Nah, sweetheart." His fingers slid between your legs again, pressing against your overstimulated clit, making her jolt with a cry.

"We're just getting started."

The way he was watching you sent a shiver down your spine. Sunghoon sat back against the couch, legs spread, jaw tight, fingers digging into his thigh like he was holding himself back from something dangerous.

You knew that look.

It was the same one he gave guys at bars who got too close to you, the same one he had when someone dared to put their hands on you during a party. But this time, it was directed at you.

And all because you had been laughing a little too much with someone else.

You bit your lip, tilting your head. “What’s your problem?”

Sunghoon didn’t move, just stared, his tongue running over his teeth like he was deciding something. “You really wanna know?”

You crossed your arms, heart hammering as you forced yourself to hold his gaze. “Yeah. I do.”

A low chuckle. Dark. Unamused.

“Alright.”

And then he was on you.

In a blur, Sunghoon grabbed your wrist and yanked you forward, twisting your body until you tumbled onto the couch, right beneath him. Your back hit the cushions as he climbed over you, caging you in, his breath hot against your skin.

“You really think I didn’t see that?” he murmured, his fingers sliding up your thigh, pushing the hem of your skirt higher. “The way you smiled at him. The way you let him get close.”

Your breath hitched. “Sunghoon—”

A sharp nip at your jaw made you gasp. “No. Don’t fucking say my name like that when you were looking at another man a second ago.” His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His pupils were blown, his lips slightly parted, and fuck—he looked hungry.

“You’re mad over nothing,” you whispered, but your body betrayed you, arching up when his thigh pressed between your legs.

“Nothing?” His laugh was dark, low. “Then why are you shaking, baby?”

You were shaking.

Sunghoon leaned in, brushing his nose along the curve of your jaw. “Wanna know what’s funny?” His lips grazed your ear. “He’ll never get to see you like this. No one else will.” His teeth scraped your skin. “Because you’re mine.”

Your stomach clenched at the possessiveness dripping from his voice.

“Say it.”

You swallowed. “S-Sunghoon—”

His hand slid between your legs, fingers pressing over the damp fabric of your panties. Your body jolted, a whimper slipping past your lips.

“Not my name, sweetheart.” His fingers teased, rubbing slow, lazy circles. “Say what I wanna hear.”

You bit your lip, too stubborn to give in so easily.

Bad idea.

Sunghoon growled under his breath and suddenly yanked your panties to the side, dragging a single finger along your slick folds.

Your back arched. “Fuck—!”

“Try again,” he murmured, smirking against your throat.

Your mind was spinning. Your skin was on fire. Sunghoon’s touch was relentless, teasing and slow, but you could feel the threat in his movements—the silent warning that if you didn’t give him what he wanted, he’d make you.

“Yours,” you finally gasped, gripping his shoulders. “I’m yours, Sunghoon.”

A satisfied hum. His fingers pressed deeper.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “And I’m gonna make damn sure you never forget it.”

And then, all hell broke loose.

Sunghoon crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he pushed two fingers inside you, stretching you without warning. You clawed at his back, body jerking, but he just pinned you harder, thrusting his fingers at a brutal pace.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to watch your expression twist in pleasure. “God, look at you. Dripping all over my hand. You love this, don’t you?”

You could barely think straight, the heat of his body, the roughness of his hands, the way his knee was pressing down to keep you spread wide for him—it was too much.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers, and you barely had time to whimper before he was yanking your top off, exposing you completely. His hands were everywhere, gripping, touching, owning.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking just hard enough to make you jolt. “Mine.”

You gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair as he devoured you, his hands sliding down to undo his belt. Your heart pounded, anticipation making you dizzy, especially when he pulled back just enough to let you see the way he was fisting his cock, stroking himself as he looked down at you.

“Gonna let me ruin you, sweetheart?” His voice was low, dark with need. “Gonna let me fuck you so good you never even think about another man again?”

Your walls clenched around nothing, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. “Yes—please—”

Sunghoon groaned, grabbing your thighs and dragging you closer.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he was inside you, stretching you open with one sharp thrust, making you cry out as he buried himself to the hilt.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, his grip on your waist bruising. “So fucking tight,” he growled, rocking his hips slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. “Gonna ruin you, baby. Gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

His pace was ruthless.

He fucked you like he wanted to brand himself into your soul, each thrust deep, hard, making you arch and claw at his back.

“Who owns you?” he gritted out, his breath ragged against your ear.

“You—”

His hips slammed into yours. “Louder.”

“You—fuck—Sunghoon, you!”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Damn right.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “Now be a good girl…” He kissed you, slow and filthy, his hips rolling in an unforgiving rhythm.

“…and take it.”

Sunghoon was losing his mind.

The way you clenched around him, your body arching up, the wrecked look on your face—it was all too much. His control was slipping, his jaw tight as he watched you fall apart under him.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

“You think I’m gonna stop here, sweetheart?” he murmured, dragging his tongue along your jaw before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. “Nah. I’m gonna take my time with you.”

His grip on your throat tightened as he snapped his hips forward, pulling a sob from your lips.

Sunghoon groaned. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

You were so fucking loud, your moans echoing in the room, and fuck if it didn’t make his cock twitch inside you.

“Sunghoon—”

“Shhh.” His thumb brushed over your swollen lips, his pace slowing to an agonizing grind, making you whimper beneath him. “You’re so fucking needy.” He smirked as you writhed under him, desperate. “Wanna come, baby?”

You nodded frantically, body trembling.

His smirk widened. “Beg for it.”

You let out a broken sob, fingers digging into his arms. “Please—Sunghoon, please—I need—”

Slap.

Your gasp filled the air as the sharp sting of his palm against your thigh left a burning imprint.

“Not good enough,” he growled. “Try again.”

Tears welled in your eyes, frustration and need overwhelming you. “Please—fuck—I need you, Hoon. Need you so bad, wanna come all over your cock—please, please—”

Sunghoon’s groan was pure sin.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gripping your waist as he slammed back into you, the force making the couch creak. “That’s what I fucking like.”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, pinning you beneath him as he fucked you raw, each thrust hitting deep, bruising, relentless.

“Mine,” he rasped, his lips brushing yours. “You’re fucking mine, you hear me?”

You nodded, sobbing against his mouth.

Sunghoon groaned, kissing you hard, messy, filthy, swallowing every cry as he ruined you completely.

And when you finally shattered, legs shaking, body convulsing, he didn’t stop.

“Too much?” he murmured, watching your blissed-out expression.

You whimpered, nodding weakly.

His grin was downright feral. “Tough luck, baby.” His hips rolled, forcing you through it, making you cry out as your overstimulated body jolted beneath him.

“Sunghoon—!”

“That’s right, say my fucking name.”

His hand found your clit, rubbing fast, merciless, dragging out another shattering orgasm before he finally groaned deep in his chest and came, spilling inside you as he buried himself as deep as he could go.

Sunghoon collapsed onto you, chest heaving, his breath warm against your throat.

For a moment, the only sound was your ragged breathing.

Then—

“You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured, voice hoarse but still dripping with possession. “I’m not done with you.”

Your eyes widened. “Hoon—”

He grinned.

“Round two, sweetheart.”

And just like that, he was flipping you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up, positioning himself at your entrance again—

You barely had time to breathe before he was sliding back in.

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Ni-ki’s vision tunneled the moment he saw it. Another vampire—someone who wasn’t him—had his fangs buried in your neck, his hands gripping your waist far too intimately. A low, guttural growl rumbled from Ni-ki’s chest, something primal and possessive snapping inside him as his nails dug into his palms.

He was by your side in an instant, yanking the other vampire off you with an unforgiving force. The intruder barely had time to react before Ni-ki had him pinned against the nearest wall, his forearm pressing against the other’s throat.

“You really had the audacity, huh?” Ni-ki’s voice was dangerously low, laced with venom. His eyes glowed an eerie crimson, pupils dilated in fury. “Touch what’s mine again, and I’ll rip your heart out.”

The other vampire, despite his clear struggle, let out a choked laugh. “Didn’t seem like she was resisting that much.”

That was it. Ni-ki’s control snapped. He struck the vampire hard enough to send him crashing to the floor, his entire body shaking with rage. But then—your voice.

“Ni-ki, stop!”

His head whipped toward you, eyes still dark with fury. But the anger only reignited when he saw the way you clutched your neck, your skin marked with fresh punctures. The scent of your blood lingered in the air, mixing with that vampire’s scent, and Ni-ki’s jealousy twisted into something ugly.

He was in front of you in a flash, gripping your arms tightly—not enough to bruise, but enough that you gasped. “Why did you let him do that?” His voice wavered between anger and something almost broken. His grip tightened, his jaw clenched. “You’re mine. He had no right—”

“Riki… you’re hurting me.”

The moment those words left your lips, it was as if all the rage drained out of him at once. His hands instantly let go, eyes widening in horror as he took a step back. You were rubbing your arms where he’d held you too hard, and guilt hit him like a tidal wave.

“Baby, I—” His voice cracked as he reached for you again, this time with trembling hands. But he hesitated, afraid to touch you, afraid of himself. “I didn’t mean to. I—” He let out a shaky breath, his hands curling into fists before he forced them open again.

He looked so devastated, so lost, that your anger wavered. “Ni-ki…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice barely audible. His eyes met yours, filled with regret and self-loathing. “I was just so—so mad, and I wasn’t thinking, and I should never—” His breath hitched, and his hand gently cupped your cheek this time, his touch featherlight as if you might break.

You sighed, leaning into his warmth, and his body instantly relaxed just a little. His thumb ghosted over your skin, his expression pained. “Please, tell me you’re okay,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” you assured him softly. “Just… next time, don’t let your jealousy get the best of you, alright?”

He nodded, swallowing hard before pulling you into his arms—this time, with nothing but gentleness. “I’ll never let it happen again,” he promised, voice trembling. And you knew he meant it.

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Jungwon is quiet. Too quiet. He doesn’t lash out immediately, doesn’t make a scene. Instead, he watches—memorizing the way this thing dares to flirt with what belongs to him. When the fool finally touches your arm, that’s when Jungwon moves. In an instant, he’s in front of you, his hand gripping the creature’s throat. "You must be blind," he murmurs, his nails digging into their flesh. "Or just incredibly stupid." He turns to you, his dark eyes burning with something dangerous. "Did you like that? Having someone else’s attention?" His grip tightens, his voice turning into a warning. "I’ll make sure you never need it again."

Heeseung doesn’t give warnings. The moment he catches the scent of another creature near you, he acts. One second, they’re standing in front of you, flirting with that pathetic confidence. The next, they’re on their knees, coughing up blood. "Oh, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt?" Heeseung tilts his head, smiling down at them. "That’s my mate you’re talking to." His gaze shifts to you, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unless you want me to let them live?" He waits, watching you tremble before he finally leans down, whispering into the creature’s ear. "You should run. Before I change my mind."

Jay doesn’t like competition—especially when it comes to you. The moment he senses someone else’s attention on you, he’s already behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. "Are they bothering you, love?" he asks, though his tone is anything but kind. When the other creature doesn’t immediately back off, Jay chuckles, his fangs glinting under the moonlight. "You must have a death wish." Within seconds, he has them pinned against a wall, his claws pressing against their throat. "I don’t share." He leans in closer, his voice dark. "If I see you near them again, I’ll rip you apart."

Jake pretends he’s unbothered. He lets the creature talk to you, even smiles when they flirt. But you can feel the shift in the air—the way his grip on your wrist tightens, the way his body tenses. And then, just as the other person reaches for you, Jake laughs. "Oh, you’re serious?" His eyes glow with amusement, but there’s something cruel in his smirk. He steps forward, casually placing himself between you and them. "You really thought you had a chance? With my mate?" He sighs, shaking his head. "I almost feel bad for you." Almost.

Sunghoon’s jealousy is cold. He doesn’t yell, doesn’t lose control. Instead, he simply appears next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Isn’t this cute?" he murmurs, looking the other creature up and down. "You must be feeling brave today." When they try to speak, Sunghoon raises a hand, silencing them. "No, really. I want to know. What made you think you could talk to them?" His fingers tighten around your waist, his nails pressing into your skin. "Because I promise you won’t make that mistake again."

Sunoo is amused. He watches with a smirk as the creature tries to flirt, even giggles when they attempt to impress you. But his eyes… his eyes tell a different story. "You’re funny," he says, stepping between you. "And incredibly dumb." He leans in, his voice turning sharp. "Do you know what happens to things that touch what’s mine?" The air shifts, turning colder. When he finally steps back, the creature is frozen in place, their body trembling with fear. Sunoo turns to you, smiling sweetly. "Let’s go, love. I’m bored of this one."

Ni-ki plays with his prey. He lets the other creature flirt, even encourages it. But the moment they touch you, he reacts. "Oops." His voice is mocking as he catches their wrist, twisting it just enough to make them wince. "You really shouldn’t have done that." He leans in, whispering into their ear. "Now I have to make an example out of you." He turns to you, grinning. "Close your eyes, love. You don’t want to see what happens next."

The dance studio was silent—except for the sound of your ragged breaths and Ni-ki’s sharp exhale.

For the past hour, you had been at each other’s throats, arguing over footwork, musicality, who was right and who was wrong.

Both of you were geniuses. Both of you were stubborn as hell.

Which meant that neither of you wanted to back down.

Ni-ki stepped closer, eyes dark, challenging. "You’re offbeat."

You scoffed, glaring up at him. "No, I’m not. You’re just too slow."

His jaw ticked. "You wanna say that again?"

Your heart pounded, but you held your ground. "You heard me."

The tension between you two had been building for weeks. Every practice was a battle of egos, of dominance, of unspoken heat.

And now?

Ni-ki was done playing.

"Alright," he murmured, voice dropping an octave. "Let’s settle this another way, then."

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist, spinning you around, pressing your back against the mirror.

Your breath hitched.

"Wh—what are you doing?"

Ni-ki leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "You’ve been testing me this whole time," he murmured, his fingers trailing down your arm, gripping your waist. "I think it’s time I test you back."

Your stomach tightened.

His hand slipped under your shirt, his palm warm, teasing.

"Let’s see if you can keep up now, princess."

The mirror was cold against your back, a sharp contrast to the heat rolling off Ni-ki’s body as he pressed in closer.

"You love pissing me off, don’t you?" he murmured, his lips grazing your ear, his voice low and dangerous.

Your heart pounded.

"You’re the one who started it," you shot back, but your voice wasn’t as sharp as before. Not when his hands were trailing down your waist, gripping your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you shiver.

Ni-ki chuckled. "No, princess," he whispered. "You started this the moment you thought you could challenge me."

Then—he grabbed your chin, tilting your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His eyes were dark, intense, filled with something that made your stomach tighten.

"You wanna keep running that mouth?" he asked. "Or should I give you something better to do with it?"

The mirror behind you was cold, but it was nothing compared to the fire spreading through your body as Ni-ki pressed you against it, his tall frame towering over yours. His grip on your waist was firm, fingers digging in like he was staking his claim.

"You love running your mouth, don’t you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

Your stomach tightened, but you refused to let him have the last word. "Maybe I do. Got a problem with that?"

Ni-ki chuckled—a low, dark sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Yeah, princess, I do." His knee nudged between your thighs, spreading them apart effortlessly. "But I know exactly how to shut you up."

Before you could fire back, his lips crashed against yours, stealing your breath, stealing your thoughts. The kiss was anything but gentle. It was dominant, commanding—just like him. His tongue forced its way into your mouth, teasing, tasting, taking.

You barely noticed when his hands slid under your shirt, palming your bare skin, making you shudder at the contrast of warmth and roughness. He pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips, "You think you’re in control here? Cute."

A gasp left you when he spun you around, pressing your front against the mirror. Your hands braced against the glass as his body caged you in, his chest flush against your back.

"Look at you," he muttered, his reflection meeting your dazed eyes. His fingers trailed down your spine, slow and deliberate, sending a wave of anticipation straight to your core. "So damn stubborn. So desperate to prove yourself. But right now? Right now, you’re mine."

The words sent a pulse of heat straight between your legs.

Ni-ki wasted no time. His hands slid lower, dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. "Already soaked?" he smirked against your neck. "Guess you like being put in your place after all."

Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped between your folds, teasing, circling but never quite giving you what you needed. "Ni-ki—"

"What was that?" He tightened his grip on your hip. "Not so mouthy now, huh?" His fingers sank into you with ease, stretching, curling, working you open at an unforgiving pace.

Your knees buckled, a moan tearing from your throat. But Ni-ki didn’t let you fall—he held you in place, forcing you to watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.

"You’re gonna watch yourself get ruined," he ordered, thrusting his fingers deeper, faster. "Wanna see exactly how fucking good I make you feel."

Your hands clawed at the mirror, desperate to hold onto something as pleasure crashed over you. "Ni-ki—please—"

He chuckled, pulling his fingers out just as you were about to break. You whined at the loss, but before you could complain, he was undoing his belt, the soft clink sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

"You’re gonna take everything I give you," he murmured, his voice dark with promise. "And you’re gonna thank me for it."

Then, without warning, he thrust inside you, stretching you wide, filling you to the brim. The shock of it had your head snapping back against his shoulder, your mouth parting in a silent scream.

"That’s it," Ni-ki groaned, his grip on your hips bruising, grounding you as he set a ruthless pace. "So tight, so fucking perfect."

The sounds filling the practice room were obscene—the slap of skin, the ragged breaths, the sharp cries spilling from your lips every time he drove deeper.

Ni-ki watched you through the mirror, his gaze dark and possessive. "Look at you," he murmured. "Getting fucked against the same mirror you were talking shit in front of. How does it feel, princess? Still think you can challenge me?"

You barely registered his words, too lost in the white-hot pleasure flooding every inch of your body.

Ni-ki wasn’t just fucking you—he was wrecking you.

His fingers found your clit, rubbing in tight, punishing circles. "Come for me, baby," he whispered, lips grazing your ear. "Come while you watch yourself fall apart."

The coil in your stomach snapped, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you trembling, gasping his name.

Ni-ki groaned, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep, spilling inside you with a low curse.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the heavy rise and fall of your breaths.

Then, Ni-ki turned you around, cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "You’re mine now. Understood?"

Your lips parted, still hazy, still breathless. "Y-yeah."

His thumb brushed over your swollen lips before he smirked. "Good. Now, be a good girl and clean up the mess we made before someone walks in."

Your stomach flipped. This was far from over.

The lights were blinding, the cheers deafening, but nothing drowned out the way Ni-ki’s hand slid over your waist as you both walked off stage.

The performance had been electrifying, the tension still crackling between you two, but Ni-ki? He looked way too smug.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Still feeling me, princess? Bet you are."

Your stomach flipped, your body instantly remembering exactly what he did to you in that practice room.

"Shut up," you hissed, trying to put space between you, but Ni-ki only smirked, fingers pressing lightly at your hip.

"You were shaking up there," he mused, voice dripping with amusement. "What was it, hmm? Nerves? Or was it because you could still feel me inside you?"

Your breath hitched, and he caught it—of course, he did.

Ni-ki chuckled, a dark, knowing sound that made your knees weak all over again. "Thought so."

The rest of the crew was still around, cameras still rolling, and yet he had the audacity to trace his fingers along your spine, barely touching, but enough to make you shiver.

"You look so pretty like this," he murmured, his lips just barely brushing your jaw as he moved past you. "All breathless, all worked up… and I haven't even touched you properly yet."

Your fingers curled into fists. "Ni-ki—"

He turned his head slightly, eyes dark with something unreadable. "Careful, princess. Keep tempting me, and I'll have to remind you who you belong to."

Then, with a final smirk, he walked off—leaving you standing there, hot, flustered, and painfully aware that this wasn’t over.

🩸 What Happens When Their Mate Tries to Run Away? | Vampire!Enhypen AU 🩸

Jungwon doesn’t chase. He doesn’t need to. The moment you step outside the safe walls of his home, he already knows where you’re going, where you’re hiding, and how long it’ll take before you break. You’re his mate—his property—and he’ll make sure you understand that. When he finally appears in front of you, blocking your escape, his crimson eyes glow with disappointment. "You thought you could leave me?" His voice is soft, almost sad. But the way he grips your wrist, pulling you against his chest, tells you otherwise. "You don’t run from me, love. Now I have to teach you why."

He lets you go—for now. Watching from the shadows, waiting for you to realize how helpless you are without him. The world is cruel, but he was always kind to you, wasn't he? When exhaustion weighs you down and fear creeps in, he finally steps forward, smirking as you flinch. "Had fun out there?" Heeseung coos, brushing a cold finger down your cheek. "You look so tired, so weak. I should punish you for trying to leave me, but… you already suffered enough, didn’t you?" He gathers you into his arms, whispering against your neck, "I’ll make sure you never think about leaving me again."

Jay is furious. The moment he realizes you're gone, everything in his path is destroyed—doors ripped from their hinges, furniture shattered into splinters. When he finds you, heart pounding in fear, his anger softens into something more dangerous. "Why did you do this?" His voice shakes, but his hands are steady as he traps you against the wall. "After everything, you still think you can live without me?" His fangs scrape against your neck, a silent warning. "You’re mine. If I have to lock you up to remind you of that, I will."

Jake laughs when he catches you. Not because it’s funny, but because he knew this would happen. He gave you everything—love, warmth, protection—yet you still ran. "You really think I’d let you go?" His hands tighten around your waist as he pulls you into his lap. "You must be crazy, love. Or maybe you just want to be punished." His fangs press against your skin, his voice dropping into a whisper. "I think it’s time you learned what happens when you disobey me."

Sunghoon doesn’t say a word when he finds you. He just stands there, staring, his eyes void of emotion. The silence is worse than if he had yelled. Slowly, he steps forward, and before you can react, you’re pinned to the ground, his cold hands wrapped around your throat. "You broke my heart." His grip tightens just enough to make you gasp. "Now I think it’s only fair I break you in return."

Sunoo acts like it doesn’t bother him. "You were always such a bad girl, weren’t you?" He sighs dramatically, crouching down in front of you. His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his glowing eyes. "I should be mad. But really, I just feel sorry for you. You thought you could run from me?" He giggles, shaking his head. "That’s adorable, love. But now you have to pay the price for hurting my feelings."

Ni-ki takes his time. He tracks you for hours, enjoying the chase. When he finally finds you, he doesn’t grab you right away. No, he just watches—letting you think you still have a chance. And then, in the blink of an eye, he’s behind you, his breath hot against your ear. "Keep running." His voice is deep, filled with amusement. "I like it when you make things fun for me." But the moment you try to move, his arms are around you, locking you in place. "Game over, sweetheart. Now let’s go home."