#nct vampire

[mrkis]

blood & lust. (l.yy)

PAIRING: liu yangyang x reader GENRE: smut, horror WORD COUNT: 5.8k

SYNOPSIS: you're invited to one of the biggest halloween parties of the year. unbeknownst to you, the host's vampire costume isn't as fake as you think it is.

CONTENT WARNINGS: vampire!yangyang, horror aspects, minor character deaths (some are mentioned, others are briefly hinted at) heavy mentions of blood, blood sharing, blood drinking, biting, marking, dubcon themes (reader is unsure at first but yangyang is adamant), yangyang is mean and cocky, light breast play, breast biting, humping, unprotected sex, yangyang is kinda rough, he is fucking for his pleasure but you cum too, open ending? maybe?

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” You say with uncertainty, struggling to readjust the straps of the white swan wings that cling uncomfortably to your shoulders as you stare up at the decorated halloween mansion in sight. 

Carved pumpkins scattered amongst the front lawn, fake cobwebs and spiders wrapped around hedges and potted plants, fancy lights of dark purples and oranges illuminating the windows and the cracked cemented path that leads up to a wooden door that’s splattered with fake blood, the words ‘ENTER IF YOU DARE’ written in smudged black paint. You’re thoroughly impressed with the decor, but it does nothing to hide your hesitancy in entering this unknown house.

“The website said; ‘all are welcome’… This is a great idea!!” Ningning grins with excitement, adjusting her own black swan wings, her outfit perfectly matching yours despite having opposite colours. “Chenle sent me the link and you know how trustworthy he is”

Your face twists, “That’s questionable”

Ningning’s shoulders sag slightly, “You’re right… But he’s the only person we know that can get us into places like these, and I refuse to let us go to some shitty low quality halloween party again when we have the perfect opportunity right here! This is the real deal”

You hate how right she is. Not only is your shared friend Chenle remarkable at getting you both into some serious events, to which you’re unsure of how he’s even able to even do in the first place, but the last halloween party you had both attended was a complete disaster that ended with pathetic drunken fights and police turning up to shut the party down for people causing too much chaos.

You couldn’t blame Ningning for wanting one good night, especially on her (and yours) favourite night of the year. Halloween. As an icon once said: Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. It was a tradition that you both went by, digging out your savings to buy the sluttiest outfit you could find, matching ones to be exact.

Last year you went as slutty cops and robbers and the year after that it was slutty Ghostface and Michael Myers. But this year you went as white swan and black swan, sticking to your slutty theme of short dresses and showing as much skin as possible. You, admittedly, loved the tradition.

“Okay, fine, whatever” You give in a little too easily for your liking, swayed by the puppy dog eyes she’s giving you. “I’m sure I can hear the tequila shots calling out our names”

“I love you!!” Ningning squeals, smooching your cheek loudly before clasping your hand in hers to drag you up the pathway, heels scraping against the concrete.  

You’re far more impressed by the interior of the house when you step inside: another fake set of cobwebs hanging from the ceiling, fake blood splattered up the walls that you’re positive would be a pain to get off of the white paint, caution tapes stuck to doors and smoke machines hiding in every corner of the room that creates a misty atmosphere. You almost want to go around and find the person that had managed to make the perfect halloween party, but with the amount of people that overcrowd this house, you’re positive you won’t be able to even find them. 

Although being absolutely astonished by the decorations, the hairs couldn’t help but stand at the back of your neck and shiver runs down your spine when you see what’s written on the opposite side of the front door. ‘NO ONE LEAVES’. It has you feeling a little unsettled, but you know that’s the whole purpose. It’s Halloween after all. 

“BOO!” A voice screams loudly in your ear above the bass of the music that thumps from the speakers, fingers digging harshly in your ribs to catch your attention. You and Ningning jump in shock, your grip on her hand tightening as you both whiz around to find the suspect and you face Chenle who is dressed head to toe in his The Nun costume you knew he was making, fake yellowy green contacts staring at you both in amusement, screeching a laugh throw fake bloodied teeth. “Oh my god, I got you both so good—”

“You’re a dick” You grumble, but the anger washes away almost in an instant when you finally get a good look at his costume, even taking a step back to get a full view and you hum, “Impressive. Another ten out of ten this year”

“What else did you expect from me?” Chenle teases, doing a little twirl in his spot before his arm curls around Ningning’s waist to pull her close to his side. His fake rubber pointed nose nudges against Ningning’s tiara and she whines, immediately putting it back into place. “Looking slutty as always, black swan”

“And what else did you expect from me?” Ningning repeats his words and Chenle smiles proudly, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek before leading you both out of the foyer and towards a door that has bats dangling from the doorframe, but once you walk through the opening, you realise you’re in the kitchen. 

Endless amount of red coloured punch bowls fill the dining table, ice cubed hands floating above the concoction, but what throws you off the most is the empty blood bags that hang off the bowls, the spouts dipping into the drink to insinuate that the alcohol is ‘made’ out of blood. Creepy, but creative. You’re impressed yet again. 

As Chenle fixes the three of you a drink, you take it upon yourself to nosely search through the pantry, on the hunt for something more of your taste. But weirdly, and much to your dismay, everything is completely bare. There’s no other beverage in sight, or food for that matter. You find it strange even though you try to convince yourself that this was supposed to be a part of their ‘Halloween Party Plans’... you still find it odd. 

“So, which one of your rich, geeky friends owns this place?” Ningning asks the question that's resting on the tip of your tongue and you turn just in time for Chenle to hand you a drink. You take it out of his hands to nurse it in your own, staring at the liquid that stains the plastic cup. 

“None of them” Chenle passes Ningning her drink next. “Belongs to a friend of a friend. He told Kun to invite as many people as possible because this is apparently his last night in town… wants to make it a night he never forgets or something like that”

“That’s not suspicious at all” You chuckle softly, trying to make a joke out of a strange situation. “How does Kun even know this person?”

“I have no idea” Chenle shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, not seeming to care about the host as he raises his cup high. “Anyway! Cheers losers!”

“Cheers!” Ningning says with enthusiasm, knocking her cup against yours and Chenle’s before downing her drink. You say your cheers with a little less enthusiasm, bringing the beverage to your lips to take a sip and you’re instantly confused at the thick consistency that slides down the back of your throat, the taste of copper overwhelming your tastebuds. 

You grimace, coughing and rubbing your neck as you struggle to swallow the punch. Chenle and Ningning seem to have the same problem as they stare at their drinks quizzically and you take this opportunity to put the cup down, refusing to drink anymore and possibly choke to death. Although it would be fitting for Halloween, dying wasn’t exactly on your list of things to do tonight. 

You’re surprised when you see Ningning and Chenle both shrug at each other before chugging down the remains of the drink, although you shouldn’t be too surprised when you know what they’re like. As long as it gets them drunk, they’ll drink anything. 

“Definitely needs more vodka” Ninging confesses, handing her cup over to Chenle who happily refills it even though he nods his head at the suggestion. 

“He’s trying to keep it as real as possible, which is why you probably can’t taste the vodka” A voice speaks up from behind and you slightly turn to see who was talking. You’re met with a black haired male who seems a little bit older than the three of you, dressed in a white silk shirt and black pants with a black cloak hanging off his shoulders, red eyeshadow blended underneath his eyes and lips shaded the same colour. 

“Kun!” Chenle greets happily, handing the drink over to Ningning before slipping through you both to throw an arm over his broad shoulders. “Guys, you remember Kun right?”

“Briefly” Ningning eyes him suspiciously even though a smile sneaks its way onto her lips. “You’re the guy that picked up Chenle from the bar we was at last weekend”

“That’s me” Kun chuckles softly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I’m surprised you even remember that night seeming as you were too drunk to walk to your taxi”

Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”

“Aren’t you a little old to know Chenle?” You poke, arms coming up to cross over your chest as you stare at him questioningly. Chenle shoots a blank look your way, clearly unimpressed with your choice of words but all Kun does is chuckle again.

“I am. But I’ve known Chenle for quite a while… His brother and my grandfather are a part of the same company” Kun explains to you without even batting an eyelid, clamping his hand down on Chenle’s shoulder as he grins. “We’re good friends, possible upcoming CEOs—”

Ningning immediately throws up her hand to silence him, “We don’t need to hear about how rich you both are”

“Noted” Kun smiles, eyes flickering around the kitchen before they settle on Chenle. “Have you met Yangyang yet?”

“Yangyang?”

“The host. The owner of this house. He’s lurking around here somewhere… making sure everyone is having a good time” Kun’s voice trails off slightly, his eyes beginning to wander around again. Your brows furrow at that, watching him suspiciously as his face lights up, gently tugging Chenle in a certain direction out of the kitchen that has you and Ningning following closely behind. “That’s Yangyang. He’s the one that arranged this entire party”

Your eyes dart towards the person in question, seeing a blonde haired man dressed all in black with a drink in hand and a girl dressed in a nurse costume in the other, his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. The dark circles under his eyes and the pointed fangs that peek through his lips when he smiles lets you know that he’s dressed up as a vampire tonight, similar to Kun, but minus the cloak. 

You’re somewhat impressed with knowing that this is the guy that owns this incredible mansion as he seems a little young. It makes you wonder what type of person he is or what job he has to even afford a place like this, you come to a conclusion that maybe he’s in the same wealthy group as Chenle and Kun, or maybe he’s just using his parents money. 

Yangyang takes one look at the crowds that fill his humble abode before turning to the nurse hanging off his arm, dipping his head low to make eye contact with the girl as he whispers something which makes her nod slowly, allowing him to wrap his arm securely around her waist as he leads them both up the spiral staircase. 

“He wasn’t lying when he said he wants to make it a night he won’t forget” Ningning jokes and you snort, finding her comment far too funny. Chenle smiles too but Kun’s lips form in a straight line, his facial expression blank to make you unable to figure out exactly how he’s feeling which you find strange, but you don’t question it further as Ningning slips her hand in yours, dragging you through the mass of sweaty bodies to find a perfect place to dance.

Chenle tugs Kun along despite his attempts at trying to rip his wrist away from his grip, not wanting to join in on the fun but he resists after a while, allowing Chenle to sway his body back and forth as Ningning does with yours, keeping you as close to her as possible as you both happily lose yourself in the music.

“Where are you going?” Ningning shouts over the music after a few hours of dancing, lips forming into a pout as she tries to tug you back into her embrace, wanting to continue to dance with you but you shake your head, claiming how desperate you are to go relieve yourself in the bathroom. Ningning offers to come with you, wanting to stick by your side but Chenle’s already swooping in to steal her away, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs as he spins her around.

Due to Ningning being distracted, you take this opportunity to leave, muttering small apologies as you push through the crowd of people, heading up the staircase to locate the nearest bathroom, pausing in your steps every so often to stare at the portraits on the wall, admiring the unusual art of half naked bodies sprawled in different ways with a shadowed figure hovering over them, blood splattered and pouring from open wounds.

This really is the best decorated Halloween house you’ve been to. 

You’re almost out of breath as you trek up the, what seems to be, endless amount of stairs before you reach the top floor, eyeing the multiple doors to try and figure out which one could possibly lead to the bathroom and you head towards the closest one, twisting the doorknob in your grasp and pushing open the wooden door, immediately met by darkness. 

You quietly curse to yourself, stepping further into the room as you blindly reach out for the light switch, flicking the little button just as the door closes behind you, illuminating the room and granting you the access to see, but your eyes widen when you realise that this is not a bathroom… and you’re not alone in the room. 

Yangyang, you remember his name, has the nurse pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, head buried in the crevice of her neck with his hand gripping tufts of her hair, pulling so hard you’re afraid he is going to snap her neck. She remains still, blank eyes staring directly into yours, mouth slightly ajar as if she’s taking short gasps of air, trying to find her breath, but that’s not what concerns you. 

It’s the blood that’s pouring down her white nurses' outfit and dripping to the floor that does, pooling at both of their feet and creating a puddle for them to stand in. A part of you believes that this must be some sort of ‘vampire act’, that maybe he was hoping someone would walk in and capture this happening for the effect. But this seemed too realistic to you, especially with how the disgusting sounds of his mouth slurping ravishingly at her neck with low, pleasant hums. It makes you stumble back in surprise. 

Hearing the heels scrape against the floor, Yangyang retracts his head from the girl’s neck, slowly turning to look over his shoulder at you, eyes completely blacked out and you struggle to remember if he wore contacts prior to this, but your thoughts are answered when you see dark red veins slithering unhuman-like beneath his eyes as his iris turns brown and the sclera dissolves into a normal white, the black disappearing. 

Neat trick, you want to say, but the words never come, not when you’re so conflicted with what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Well… you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Yangyang speaks first, the boyish grin that slips onto his face fails to ease the nerves that bubble in your stomach, all too focused on the blood that stains his lips and drips from the corner of his mouth as he fully removes himself from the girl, her body thumping to the floor almost a little too lifeless for it to be apart of the ‘vampire act’ you had in mind.

Your attention darts down to her chest, praying that you’d see any type of movement that indicates she’s breathing or that she’ll hopefully raise her hand and give you the thumbs up to tell you all is well. But she doesn’t, and your blood immediately runs cold as you take a cautious step back, your hand flying behind you to try and find the handle of the door.

Yangyang snorts in amusement, shaking his head as he steps over her body. “The door locks from the outside, little swan… Unless, that is, you have a key”

The way he dips his bloody hand beneath the collar of his shirt to pull out a silver chain necklace with a key attached to it is almost taunting, and instead of the fear, it’s anger that rises inside of you as he begins to sway it back and forth, daring you to come closer and take it from his hands. 

“Enough with this fake act” You find your voice, even though you don’t believe your words so much anymore. You glance down at the body once again before meeting his eyes that are filled with excitement. “You win best Halloween costume of the year… happy?”

“Fake act?” He repeats with a laugh, tucking the necklace back into the collar of his shirt. “I wasn’t aware I was putting on a show”

You swallow thickly, “I think you’re taking your party and your costume too seriously—”

“Why don’t you come closer and find out how fake this costume truly is?” The change in his tone and facial expression is enough to have you spin around and try the door handle again, jiggling it with force in hopes that it would miraculously open without the need of a key. You hear him laugh at your failed attempts, not realising how close he is until you feel his chest press up against your back, moving your white swan wings out of the way so he could connect his mouth to your shoulder in a wet kiss. 

“Don’t touch me!” You spit, shoving him back with as much strength you can muster. Yangyang doesn’t move far, much to your dismay, maybe a few steps back but it was enough to create some distance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to your shoulder, frantically wiping away the blood off of your skin with a grimace. 

“I was only kissing you” Yangyang fake pouts, reaching to stroke the white swan feathers in your hair but you whack him away once again and he grins widely, tilting his head to the side as he looks at you. “Are you afraid of me, little swan?”

“No”

His grin falters slightly, face hardening. “I don’t like liars”

“Give me the key” You ignore his words, opening out the palm of your hand towards him as if he’d straight up give you the key.  You’re hoping he would. “I’ll scream if you don’t”

His brow twitches upwards, “Nobody will hear you up here”

“My friends know I left” You try again. “My friends know I left and they will come looking for me if I—”

“No they won’t” Yangyang braces his hands on either side of your head, resting against the door as he leans closer to your face. Your eyes dart down to the dried up blood around his mouth before looking back up to his eyes, trying to ignore the smell of copper that emits from his breath. “They’re already stuck”

Your heart drops as you repeat with a whisper, “Stuck?”

Yangyang hums with a nod, hand coming down to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing against your jugular, putting a slight pressure that has your heart rate picking up. “No one leaves… not even you”

“Wh—”

Your words die in the back of your throat as Yangyang lurches forward, sharp teeth piercing the skin of your neck and a silent scream rips from your lips, trying your hardest to rip this animal away from you and free yourself from the pain that spreads around your neck and chest, feeling a burn surge through your veins. Your fingers pry at his shirt with voiceless pleases, head whirling at the sounds of him ripping into flesh, vision going blurry to the point you struggle to make out the details of the bedroom. 

Yangyang retracts his mouth away from your neck suddenly and your body slumps forward, too dizzy to stand straight and he captures you with ease, letting you fall slack against his chest. Your neck feels numb, but you can still sense the blood pooling out of the wound, ruining your costume of the night. 

His hand caresses the top of your head as he walks backwards from the door, leading you both to what seems to be a bed as you’re laid down against something cushiony and soft. He climbs above you, knees resting on each side of your hips and you manage to faintly make out his face through blurred vision, tears springing in your eyes at the blood that drips down his chin. Your blood. 

“You taste absolutely divine, little swan…” Yangyang compliments. “I almost don’t want to kill you”

“Please” You pathetically whisper. “Please, let me go—don’t kill me”

“But where’s the fun in that?” Yangyang chuckles, fingers dancing across your shoulders and over your wound, making you flinch at the tenderness. Something flickers in Yangyang’s eyes as they meet yours, “Do you want to have fun with me?”

“I—”

“I can make everything go away” Yangyang says to you lowly, licking at his lips and sighing in content as he swallows the blood from his mouth. “I can make you feel good too… I can make you feel good while I’m feeding off of you, doesn’t that sound better?”

“I don’t want to die” You splutter out through tears. “Please, I don’t want to die”

“You won’t die, little swan” His voice is soft, but you know deep down that he’s lying. You’re going to die tonight. There was no way you were getting out of this alive. As if he could hear your inner thoughts, Yangyang sighs softly as he brings his wrists up to his lips, pricking the skin with the edge of his fang before forcefully shoving his arm against your lips, the blood from his wrist dripping into your mouth and on your tongue. 

You try to fight back immediately, stiff limbs trying to push him away but it was no use, not when his blood was sliding down the back of your throat. You gag instantly, the taste making your face twist and turn in disgust to which Yangyang laughs at, dropping his wrist from your lips to lean over you again, eyes watching you intently.

You’re shocked at how your body suddenly seems lighter, the slight tinge of pain in your neck disappearing into almost nothing and how your vision clears up, now being fully able to see the man that’s hovering above you clearly. Your hand shakily comes up to touch your wound and you bring your hand back to inspect, surprised to see the dried blood on your fingertips. You stopped bleeding?

“What did you do?” Your question with a whisper.

Yangyang grins at this, tilting his head to the side once again. “I told you, little swan. I can make everything go away”

Incredible, you think. You slightly wonder what else he can do but you mentally slap yourself for thinking that way, not wanting to succumb into his wants and needs. He’s going to kill you. You blink as the thought repeats in your head. He’s going to kill you. There is no way out of this. You’re going to die.

“Let’s have fun” He insists, caressing your cheek softly. “It won’t hurt anymore… It’ll feel good, I promise”

“I don’t believe you” You admit, swallowing thickly. “You’re a… you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say the word and you shake your head. “It’ll hurt”

“Does this hurt?” Yangyang asks you, taking your hand in his own hand and bringing it up to his lips, opening his mouth wide to show off his precise fangs before sinking them into your palm. You wince instantly, awaiting for the pain to come but there’s nothing, absolutely nothing. You can feel him drinking from your wound, how his tongue laps over the holes he’s created in your skin, but you don’t feel the pain you once did when he bit into your neck. 

You watch mesmerised as he drinks from you, those dark red veins appearing under his eyes again, slithering around beneath his skin as the black pools into his eyes, completely overtaking any other colour present and you feel yourself relax into the pillows, head becoming a little too fuzzy and lightheaded, but there was no pain. The pain was gone. It felt… good. Almost too good. 

A light gasp leaves your lips as you feel Yangyang’s lower half rut against your stomach during this, harsh thrusts making the bed squeak beneath your bodies, the air knocking out of your lungs. You struggle to form a sentence as Yangyang drops your hand from his mouth, letting your arm flop to the sheets motionlessly as his fingers roam over your white dress, fingers digging into the fabric before ripping the material apart with ease.

He isn’t gentle as he pulls the ruined dress from your body and the broken swan wings from your shoulders, his mouth dropping to your breast and sinking his teeth into the flesh with a guttural moan, brows furrowing at the blood that rushes down the back of his throat. You hiss at the slight sting you feel, but it morphs into something a lot more pleasurable and bearable which makes you let our airy moans of satisfaction.

It makes you sick at how much you're enjoying being ravished by a monster, how your mind overcrowds with lust and want, something you know you shouldn't be experiencing. You should be screaming, you should be pleading for him to spare you and to let you go, to fight back with a much strength as you can must, but you can't.

His teeth retract from your breast with droplets of blood rolling down his chin, dark eyes staring at you through his blond strands of hair that hang in front of his face, lips curling into a smirk that sends a wave of fear and lust through your body, goosebumps rising to your skin.

“You’re doing so good for me, little swan” Yangyang praises, tongue swiping over the wound he’s made on your breast and teasing over your nipple. You gasp, back immediately arching into his touch. Yangyang chuckles, “Are you enjoying this?”

Your voice wavers, “No”

“Liar” Yangyang snorts, head dipping down to leave wet bloody kisses down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin before breaking the surface at your navel. A whisper of his name leaves your lips involuntarily and you swear you can feel him smirk against you, hands caressing your body as he slurps hungrily and the bulge in his pants grows against your leg, desperate to be let free and touched as he ruts.

He travels further down your body, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of your panties before being torn apart, the flimsy material being carelessly thrown to the side. You’re now completely bare to him and you shiver at the cold air that hits your skin, hands splayed across the bed sheets, tugging the blanket in hopes to cover yourself but the low growl that comes from Yangyang has you dropping it instantly.

Although, when you feel his fangs graze over your mound, you shriek with a frantic shake of your head, hands flying down to his hair and gripping the roots, trying to yank him away from you but Yangyang remains still, only raising his gaze to look at you quizzically.

“No” Your voice is stern. “No, not there. Please”

“It won’t hurt” He tries to tell you but you refuse to listen, shaking your head once again and you hear the deep sigh that leaves his lips. You calm down for a brief second before you see him crane his head to the side, now choosing to sink his teeth into your inner thigh instead. You mewl at the feeling, legs snapping together and closing Yangyang in between your thighs to which he laughs at, holding your thighs with an iron grip to keep himself locked in as he feeds from you.

You grunt, tears pricking your eyes at the weird sensation of his fangs tearing through skin, slurping and lapping up the blood that’s now mixing in with your arousal that leaks from your pussy. Whether you’d like to admit it or not, you yearn to be touched by him, to make the ache between your legs disappear.

But instead, it’s his weight that disappears off of you and you stretch your neck to see what was going on, your heart thumping wildly in your chest at the sight of Yangyang unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants in inhuman speed, revealing his toned body to you. Although, your eyes zone in on the key that dangles from his necklace, just a small reach away.

“Don’t even think about it” His voice grumbles and his weight returns over your body, slotting himself between your legs that he rests upon his shoulders, bending you in a way that has your body burning and you whine at the uncomfortable feeling, trying to move yourself in a comfortable position but Yangyang’s already burying himself back into the crevice of your neck, biting down on the opposite side as his cock slides into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust to his size.

Gasps and moans combine with his low grunts and pleased hums, hips feverishly snapping against your own, his cock hitting all the right places at once which has you seeing stars in your eyes. Yangyang’s ruthless as he drinks from your neck, tongue hot on your skin as his cock plunges in and out of the warmth of your walls.

“You are unbelievable, little swan” Yangyang groans between slurps, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes that flutter with each harsh thrust. The cocky smile returns to his lips, “Feels good?”

You weakly nod, tears streaming down your face. “Yes”

“I like it when you tell the truth” Yangyang hums, pressing his hips further into yours to hit even deeper, chuckling at the way you moan loudly for him. His fast strokes have your head spinning and lolling to the side, drool seeping from your lips and onto the pillow, mixing in with the mess of your blood.

The knot in your stomach tightens with each sharp movement of his hips, nearing you towards your climax as he pounds into you, fingers fisting the hair on your head and tugging your neck to the side awkwardly to dive back into the wound, tongue lapping and sucking up the blood. It’s enough to have your orgasm hit you intensely.

Your legs tremble on his shoulders, pussy convulsing around his cock as you cum, unable to control the sounds that leave your lips as a moan rips from the back of your throat, back arching off of the bed.

Yangyang’s rhythm falters at the tightness of your pussy, jaw locking around your neck with a grunt as his dick pulsates, hot cum spurting around your walls, choking out a deep groan that rumbles in his chest as he empties inside of you.

You both lay still for a moment, the nerves returning in your belly as you await your pending doom, wondering if Yangyang would be kind enough to let you go after everything that happened. He’s still drinking from you and the pain from earlier slowly emerges, the effect his blood had on your moments prior no longer keeping you safe from the pain and discomfort. You fidget beneath him, legs dropping limply from his shoulders as you whine at the sting, it’s enough for him to remove himself from you.

“Thank you for making this a night I won't forget, little swan” Yangyang whispers to you in your ear before climbing off of you, reaching down to grab his pants from the floor to dig his hand into the pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch that reads midnight. “Looks like fun for everyone else is just beginning… Can you hear them, little swan?”

The music cuts off abruptly and a familiar scream echoes throughout the mansion, followed by others that make your body tense up. “W-wait—”

“Shhh…” He coos at you as he crawls back above your body, licking at his lips that are smudged with your blood, droplets dribbling down his chin. Yangyang cups your face in his hands, the gesture almost seeming sweet if it wasn’t for the tight grip and the slight sting of his blunt nails digging into your skull.

The sounds of the screams outside of the door makes you feel utterly sick, trying your best not to imagine what’s happening but the smirk that Yangyang gives proves that it’s nothing but good, it’s evil. A sob blubbers past your lips, tears streaming down your cheeks and Yangyang hums softly as his thumbs brush your tears away a little forcefully.

“It’s okay… It’s going to be all over soon, my little swan” His fake reassurances do nothing to calm down your nerves, already seeing through his pathetic little lies. You wish you could move to throw him off of your body but with your weakened limbs and his unbelievable strength, you know you wouldn't be able to do anything of the sort.

Yangyang dips his head down to hover over yours, his lips pushing against your own in the form of a kiss that you didn’t reciprocate, yet the metallic taste of blood sits on the tip of your tongue and the nausea hits you, throat tightening with the urge to throw up. Yangyang creates a slight distance between you, still feeling his breath fan across your face and his eyes bore into yours. The grip he has on your head becomes too much to handle and a pained squeak leaves your lips, your hands slowly coming up to wrap around his wrists but it's far too late.

A loud pop rings through your ears as he forcefully twists your head to the side, darkness immediately overcrowding your vision, dipping you into complete nothingness.

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Promise, you’ll come back for me. [PART ONE]

“Please hold me, even if it’s just for tonight.”

Parings : Vampire Host Yuta x Fem reader

Summary: After breaking off your two year long relationship with your ex, your best friend Karina decides you need to have fun again. Drink, flirt with guys, and get back in the dating scene. But her idea of a good time is a little different than yours. Leaving you at a booth with a handsome stranger for an hour, despite him being a host, something seems different about him. But what exactly.

Word Count: 7,968

Genre: Romance, Thriller, Horror, Slowburn strangers to lovers

Contains: alcohol consumption, cursing, SMUT: oral female receiving, unprotected sex (yuta pull out game hella strong), thigh riding, blood.

Authors Note: PART ONE IS FINALLY DONE. Thank you for everybody who reblogged and liked I was so surprised at all the interest this fic has gotten. I hope you all enjoy! It took me longer than I thought it would tbh I just kept adding to the plot, and I didn’t want to make this to long so i decided to make a part two that will be coming out soon! ENJOY!!

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“Come on y/n,” Karina said grabbing your hands sightly squeezing.

“I don't know, I don't think I'm ready to meet new people.” You said, eyes staring at the floor beneath you both.

“You won't have to meet new people, well you will, but it's not real! It's just pretending and if you don't like it we can leave. I think it will be fun, plus I know how much you love drinking.” She said letting go of your arm and sitting back into her seat across from you.

It really couldn't hurt having a night out, getting drunk, and forgetting. It's just the idea of a Host Club that you can't get over. You had always heard about them but they seemed so wild, you didn't know if you could handle being in a position like that. I mean, having attractive guys flirt with you and getting unlimited drinks sounded amazing but were you ready to start moving on?

“You don't have to decide right now, I just think it would be fun to go together. Plus when you were with Kun you never really got to experience things that this. Your young and hot, come on now you only live once.” She said fixing her posture and picking up her coffee cup eyes still waiting for you to show some sort of reaction. “Okay if you do decide to come with me, no pressure, I’ll pay for your hour and buy you a new outfit.”

This caught your attention.

“Okay well, now I can't turn it down if it's free.” You said finally looking up to see her glaring at you with her eyebrows raised.

“ I didn't think that would work but deal, I was thinking we could go tomorrow night. Since it'll be Friday I think all the hosts should be there so you’ll have a better selection.” She said pulling out her phone to check the time. “We still have a good two hours before most of the stores close, wanna find something now?” She said picking up her purse and stuffing her phone inside.

“Yeah sure” You both picked up all your things and left the coffee shop, following her down the strip of stores, Karina was loaded with money after selling her business so she always loved spoiling you.

After shopping till the stores were about to close you ended up finding a short deep red dress with a lace-up back that look a little too good to be on the cheaper side. However, Karina did convince you to get the Prada satin heels that were more than your rent. While shopping she explained the basics of what the host clubs involved and her past experiences.

She explained how the hosts pay more attention to the rich women hoping they spend more on their following visits so looking expensive was important. Which sounded shallow but it was their job to bring in money.

“My host is Taeyong, you'll meet him tomorrow. He’s so handsome and charming and he writes music. He's so sweet but he has such a devilish look to him. I think there’s something between us, he texts me and always asks me to come back and see him. You could always pick him, but sometimes it is nice to have someone give you their full attention. Plus there are 9 of them so you'll have tons of options. They are all so different it's really funny to see them interact.”

She goes on describing her first time and the setting and the people there, you can tell she likes Taeyong and it worries you a little bit.

“Okay well! See you tomorrow! I’m excited, I'll pick you up at 7!” You both walk your separate ways and head home.

Tucking yourself into bed you can help but worry, are you even ready to start going out again? It’s just, that this is completely different than a club or a bar, paying for somebody’s company just sounds so desperate. But I guess you can’t hate it until you try it. Rolling over onto your side you finally start to fall asleep.

Since it was a Friday you had the day off, so naturally, you slept in. There were a couple of hours until you and Karina would help out so most of your day was spent lounging. When 6 came around you started to get ready. Curling your hair, putting on makeup, wearing your favorite jewelry. You hadn’t dressed up like this in a while, it’s not that you couldn’t, Kun just wanted to keep you to himself so going out dressed up always ended in him starting an argument.

Seven rolled around and Karina pulled up to your apartment. You both look gorgeous and expensive. When you arrived the nerves started to kick in, you didn’t know what to expect it was such a strange concept but you carried on and tried to shove the anxiety down.

When you both walked in it felt like you were instantly on a different planet. The dim but beautiful lighting, the dark elegant walls, and decorations. It was quite feminine with laced trims on the curtains and couch cushions. It looks like something out of a movie. A voice pulled you back out of your thoughts,

“Please follow me this way” the tall man spoke to you and Karina. She must check in with him while you were admiring the scene.

“Miss Karina please have a seat here, Taeyong will be out to greet you shortly. Any specific drinks for tonight?”

Karina sat, setting her bag down next to her a nicely dressed man came handed her a small white towel and placed a black napkin over her lap. “Hm not yet, I’ll have to see want Tae is in the mood for.” A Small conversation started between the two.

Another man dressed the same as the first came from behind you “Miss, follow me and I’ll show you where you will be seated this evening.”

You cleared your throat to get Karina to look up at you “Just text me if you want to leave, but try to enjoy yourself y/n you deserve it.” You nodded.

Turning back to the man, you followed him to a table with a booth-style bench on one side and three chairs on the other. One light hung from the ceiling lighting up the table in front of you, but leaving the rest of the roof fairly dark. He set a menu down on your table and another man came and handed you the small towel and napkin just like he did for Karina.

You saw a tall figure walk and sit next to Karina putting his arm around her shoulder. That must be Taeyong. You couldn’t make out a face but he must be charming based on the elegant way he carried himself.

“Are you familiar with how the Host Club system works?” The man who seated you asked.

“Karina briefly explain it to me.”

“ Well since it is your first visit, we will have three Host come out at a time, we have a total of 9. Once you have met and had brief introductions with all of them we will have you choose your Shimei which is your host for your visits with us. You will not be able to switch your host so please chose carefully. They will head over soon, can I get you anything else?”

“Oh, no thanks. Thank you.” and with that, he left you alone at the table.

Not long after three men approached.

“May we sit with you? ” One spoke up, he was tall and slender with wide shoulders and a sharp jawline.

“Oh yes of course.” You could barely make eye contact with them. They were all so intimidating and with the darkened lighting you hoped they couldn’t see the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you for joining us, we are happy to have you.” Another spoke up, this one shorter, he had a youthful complexion and a sweet voice. “Have you ever been to a host club dear?”

“Oh no I haven’t it’s my first time.” The nerves started to set in, three hot guys were sitting right across from you and you had to choose one. Shit there was going to be 9, and they were just the first three and you could barely even talk to them.

“That’s okay pretty girl, we’ll teach you everything you need to know. My name is Johnny. ” The last one spoke up this time. He was even taller than the first one and had a kind smile. He looked the scariest but had such a sweet aura you couldn’t help but feel more at ease when he spoke.

“I’m Doyoung” The first one spoke up. “We hope any nerves your feelings will fade away. You look gorgeous by the way.” He offered you a smile that melted your heart. He was so attractive in a classy prince type of way. He had such a beautiful face that you’d only see in an old painting.

“So gorgeous, I hope we can get to know each other well. But most of all, I wish to know you. I’m Haechan. I’d be honored if you chose me, beautiful.” The last one spoke, his eyes looked directly into yours, he was so smooth with his words it almost felt like you were in a film. You couldn’t hold his stare, it was too much you’d thought you crumble.

“You all are so kind, I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome.” You grazed over all their faces taking in all their features. They were all so beautiful and picking just one would be devastating.

“Time is up gentlemen, please say your goodbyes.” The man who had seated you spoke up, you hadn’t even noticed he had approached your table.

“I pray this goodbye is not forever darling.” Said Doyoung as he stood with the other men. They all said their goodbyes and left swiftly off to their other guests.

“With your permission, I will send the next three hosts over.” The man spoke.

“Yes of course thank you.”

The man left and right away another set of hosts approached you and asked to be seated to which you agreed. These three were just as charming and good-looking as the last three. Taeil was quiet and kind and had the prettiest eyes, Jaehyun was more muscular and athletic looking and he spoke so seductively you thought you would explode. The last of the three was Taeyong, Karina’s host. You felt kind of bad that he was pulled away from her so you decided right away not to choose him. But when you looked over to see who was with Karina you saw her laughing with a tall blonde man which eased your guilt. After small conversations and them flirting, they left you with the weight of making a decision again. They were all so attractive and sweet, but you kept reminding yourself it wasn’t real so it wouldn’t matter who you picked in the end.

The last three arrived and you were honestly starting to feel exhausted. It was hard work talking to attractive guys and the pressure of keeping a composed graceful image was starting to tire you out.

Following the same in the last two groups, one spoke up and asked if they could join you and of course, you agreed.

“You look beautiful, I don’t know what we did to deserve you joining us.” You realized it was the tall blonde man you saw talking to Karina earlier. He looked way better up close, with bright eyes and a cheery smile. He was so handsome and cute at the same time. “I’m Jungwoo, it’s nice having you here with us.” He felt genuine and if the lighting were brighter you could have sworn he was blushing. The way he was looking into your eyes made you flustered. He was good. Maybe you’d pick him.

“Jungwoo, let us have a chance at least before you swoon her.” Another spoke up breaking your train of thought almost as if he could read your mind. “I’m Mark, but truly it’s nice having you here with us tonight.”

“I’m Yuta.” The last man spoke up. His dark eyes and stare instantly grabbed yours. He was the complete opposite of Jungwoo. “I hope you enjoy yourself tonight, after all, it’s all about you.” He smiled, but his smile was so much different than the rest. It felt almost erotic the way he stared you down. Making you want to slide down your seat and crawl away. He didn’t say much after that, but your libido was skyrocketing. the other two men carrying the conversation. Asked you where you were from and what you liked to do for fun, complementing you every chance they got. Every once in a while Yuta would add something to what the others were saying or ask a question of his own. Even though he was so quiet he was so captivating. You couldn't help but look at him even when the others would speak to you.

This time went by fast and before you knew it the man approached again and told the hosts to say their goodbyes. They say goodbye not, without trying their best to charm you of course and with that, you were left to make your decision. Who would you pick? They were all so handsome and charming and made for really good company. But you can stop thinking about Yuta. He didn’t say much, the others talked about where they were from and what they liked to do. But Yuta stayed quieted almost like he was observing you, it was a little creepy at first but it was honestly endearing and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs together from the way he wouldn’t take his eyes off of you. It feels like he was listening to everything that you were saying there was going to be a quiz. He didn’t compliment you as much as the other men but his eyes wandered from your eyes to your chest to your hands, your lips, and back up to your eyes taking in every part of you uncovered almost like a wolf to its prey. When he did sneak in a compliment you couldn’t help a blush. He was so interesting and unknown you had no choice but to pick him. 

And not long after picking your Host, he returned to spend his night with you.

“Is this your first time at a Host club?” The man across from you asks. Preparing your drinks with such attention you couldn’t help but watch his hands. His black hair falls to frame his face as he slightly leans his head down careful not to spill one drop of the dark red wine he poured you.

“I’m sorry what was that?” You said shyly avoiding his eyes and looking up to you opting to look into your lap.

“Is this your first time at a Host Club?” He repeated in such a sweet tone you’d think he had practiced it a million times. It didn’t fit his appearance. He wore an all-black suit, but removed the blazer when you both sat down, and had the first two buttons of his white shirt undone showing you just a peak of his collar bones when he moved his shoulders.

“Ah, yeah it is. My friend convinced me to come. She said it’s a fun way to get to know people.” You turned your attention back to his face finally looking up to meet his gaze. You didn’t examine his features until now, he had dark eyes almost black, his lips were perfectly shaped, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he kissed like. And he had such a strong yet feminine build. Wide shoulders with a small waist, and an awfully pale complexion. He handed you the drink with both hands making sure not to spill any.

“Oh thank you.” Take the tall glass and shake yourself out of your thoughts.

“Of course, a beautiful girl like you deserves to enjoy herself. You said you were from Osaka correct? I was born there as well” He said finishing off his glass the same he did you. You could feel your cheeks warm up again and the tension in your lower stomach build up again. You had to remind yourself it was his job to make you feel special, and god damn it was working.

You took a sip of the drink it tasted just as expensive as it looked.

“I haven’t been there in so long, I miss it“ He continued. “I haven’t met anyone from there since I moved, it must have been fate for us to meet. Let’s go back together one day,” he said with a smile.

The alcohol already buzzing in your system, Yuta refilled your glass before you could even realize it was empty. Bringing out the drunk confidence you and slowly shoving down all of your nerves. You couldn’t help playing along with his game.

“Mmm, we must be soul mates.” You replied.

“Y/n a woman as perfect as you, I could only dream of that.”

It’s just his job. It’s just his job. He wants money. You paid for him to treat you like this, but no matter how many times you tell yourself, you couldn’t stop the reaction your already blushed face showed. The butterflies in your stomach and sexual tension you were sure was only one-sided were starting to make you nauseous. 

He saw your heated reaction at his compliment, his signal to place his hand atop yours. Sending chills down your spine, it’s been so long since you’ve had a romantic experience with a man let alone felt turned on by a stranger. But that’s not what caught your attention, why were his hands so cold?

Yuta sensed this immediately, “I apologize, I had just poured your drink I didn’t even think about how cold my hands much be.” He didn’t bother pulling his hands back, instead, he began to trace circles around the area near your thumb.

“It’s okay. But can I, can I just say something personal?”

Strong expensive alcohol is not your friend.

“Of course y/n. Tell me anything” Those eyes, dark and intense made you want to tell him everything you’ve ever thought.

“I just got out of a relationship, he was such a dick Yuta. I wasn’t happy but it was still so hard to leave him. We had been together for so long and I haven’t been flirted with or called pretty in such a long time, and you are so handsome and nice and your friends are so handsome and nice and I feel like I’m in a movie. And these drinks are so good I haven’t drank in years it feels like and I feel like there are butterflies in my stomach and I can’t get them out.” What the fuck was wrong with you?

He pulled his hands back but didn’t stop looking at you. Readjusting his posture his face looked like he was searching for what to say to your drunken word vomit.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have told you all that, oh my god I’m so embarrassing.” You crossed your arms down on the table and laid your head on top of them trying to manifest a phone call to have an excuse to leave with whatever dignity you had left.

“Don’t apologize.” He spoke up, placing his hand on your cheek and slowly leading your head back up to level with him. “There is nothing to be sorry about. I understand this is a little out of your comfort zone. I’m here for you. Tell me everything, I want to know it all. ” He sounded so fucking genuine. How were you gonna say no?

Before you knew it your hour was up and you were wasted. Face now flushed a deep red and hair slightly messy from how often you adjusted it. Words are slurred and vision starting to blur your peripheral vision.

“I can only pray you to come back to see me y/n. There’s something special between us. You are my soul mate after all.” Yuta stood up from the table excusing himself before you could process what he even said.

“Y/n come on it’s time for us to leave grab your bag. Jesus, you wasted as fuck.” Karina came up from behind you helping you stand from the booth.

“Yuta was so nice Karina. I had such a good time he listened to me and made me yummy drinks he was so handsome and perfect he told me he’s my soul mate. How much do I have to pay him for him to be my boyfriend forever.” Half of your weight was on Karina as she lead you to her car.

“Well, your soul mate left you his number,” Karina said placing your bags into the car and beginning to drive off. “Maybe he’ll message you wedding plans.” You couldn’t her sarcasm with how wasted you were.

Your phone dinged.

An unknown number - Please come back soon y/n I miss you. -Yuta

Before you could reply your eyes felt so heavy and you fell asleep, leaving him waiting for a reply.

The next morning was rough. Head pounding and body sore, it had been a while since you had gotten so incredibly wasted. How did the hosts do this every night? Yuta had drunk more than you had but he seemed far better off than you.

Yuta.

How could you forget about the club last night? You pretty much told him your whole life story, good and bad parts. How could you ever face him again? Well, I guess you didn’t have to. The only times you could see him is by paying for his time. Oh my god, his text.

You still hadn’t replied. Pulling out your phone you had a few texts from Karina as well.

Karina - Hey love how are you feeling?

Karina - Text when you wake up

Karina - Also did Yuta text you yet?

Karina - Drink water

Then you saw the text from the unknown number. Yuta’s text.

Unknown Uumber - Please come back soon y/n I miss you. -Yuta

You honestly didn’t know if you could handle seeing him again, with the memories you had from last night and the pounding headache you had, you were drinking a lot. You had no idea what you told him or did with him. God only knows what drunk you decide he was worthy of knowing. You didn’t have to answer him, but part of you still wanted to talk to him. See him again. He was so enticing, so addicting. You had to see him again.

It hasn’t been a day and you already need me back?

It didn’t take him long at all to respond. God damn.

unknown number - I waited for your text all night, why did you take so long?

I was wasted.

unknown number - That’s no excuse. Come back tonight I want to see you. And I know you want to see me.

You do realize I don’t have endless dollars to pay to see you every night?

unknown number - I need you.

The tingling feeling came back. You set your phone down, this next visit wouldn’t be free and you’d have to pay per hour, plus drinks for you and Yuta. Not that you didn’t mind, buying Yuta a drink. It’s just that it would add up eventually and your job was too cheap to give you a good enough raise to spend money so carelessly. Shaking out of your thoughts your phone dinged again, this time it was someone different.

Kun - Hey y/n, can we talk?

Fuck no. No way. Yuta spending all the cash in your wallet was a much better option than this. Opening the chat below it you typed

I’ll be there tonight, wear something cute for me.

And with that, you got out of bed.

This time you decided to dress more casually, well if a long black body con dress with red heels was casual.

Around 7 pm you walked into the host club this time without Karina’s company, you thought I'd be way busier with it being a Saturday night but it was surprisingly bare. With exception of a few women and men tucked away in their seats joined by the gorgeous men you recognized from the night before.

You felt a little more confident this time. Knowing your way around and what to expect you didn’t feel as nervous as the night before. Most of all your excitement to see Yuta blurred out all other thoughts and emotions you had.

Sitting down at a different seat this time you waited for Yuta to arrive. It was fancier and deeper into the giant room. The lighting above was small and resembled a chandler and was brighter than the light from before.

Waiting for Yuta to arrive you looked threw the small menu that listed what drinks were available for the night when footsteps approached you caught your attention. Instead of Yuta, it was the tall blonde man from the night before, will a small smile he asked to sit with you instead.

“Hello y/n I'm Jungwoo, do you remember me?” He said, voice soft and eyes almost begging you to say yes.

“Oh yeah, of course, you were the cute one with the jokes.”

“Y/n you flatter me, Yuta will be here any moment, do you mind if I join you two for a little while?” He asked.

“Yeah totally” You didn’t mean it, “I’d love for you to stay.” Lies. You wanted Yuta to yourself.

And as if God had heard your thoughts Yuta walked up from behind the man across from you.

“Hello y/n. I’m so happy your back. I missed that smile of yours” Yuta said smiling like he did the night before. Tonight he was wearing black slacks with a black silk button-up, the same two top buttons undone but this time a small silver chain necklace wrapped around the base of his neck complimenting his collarbones. To be brutally honest you wanted to ravish him.

All sexual thoughts aside the night were honestly going great, conversation came easy with all of you (mostly you and Jungwoo) being buzzed. Jungwoo made great company and he was such a cute drunk, flirty and funny, and at one point he even stood up and danced with you in the middle of the room pulling and swinging you around, both of you laughing loud enough for everyone to hear you. Yuta sitting quietly watching everything unfold. But after the first 20 minutes passed Jungwoo left, leaving you and Yuta finally alone.

“Jungwoo’s a sweetheart,” Yuta spoke now that you two had a table to yourselves.

You hummed in response. Take another sip of your cocktail.

“I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking about you.” He spoke so casually, like it was just a normal phrase. But when you looked up to see his face he was serious, eyes darkened and eyes staring into yours.

Chills shot down your spin.

“Mmm, I'm not sure either.” Letting any words that came to the head spill out of your mouth, if he was truly serious about his feelings you had to play hard to get, and if he was just fishing for a reaction you needed to play it cool.

“Y/n don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about me. You don’t hide your sexual frustrations very well my dear.”

You nearly spit out your entire drink and died right then.

“I have no clue what you're talking about.” You replied trying to hide your state of panic. He fucking read you like a book. “Your mind went somewhere dirty if you think I've gotten aroused from any of our conversations.”

“Oh yeah? You’ve been staring at my lips all night, and don’t think I can’t see your wandering eyes.” He leaned forward almost meeting your face at the other side of the table. “Are the butterflies still trapped y/n? Do need some help letting go?”

Yuta was inches from your face now, you could lean back and escape him but you couldn't back down. Not when he was patronizing you. Trying as hard as you could to keep a poker face you didn’t dare budge.

“Jungwoo’s cute, maybe he’ll help me without making me pay.” You sighed leaning back away from Yuta letting your back hit the cold seat.

“Jungwoo isn’t your soul mate y/n. There’s only so much he could help with.” Yuta leaned back into his seat taking a sip from his drink turning his gaze somewhere else.

Trying to follow where his eyes looked the man from before came to inform you that your time was up and it was time to say your goodbyes. Before Yuta could leave first you stood up hugging him and rapping your arms around his neck.

“You know how to reach me.”

And with that you left, leaving him standing alone.

Not long after you arrived home your phone buzzed.

unknown number - If the butterflies come back, I know a remedy to keep them away. I could show you at my place. Tomorrow night? I’ll pay for drinks.

You did not think that would work…

Send the address. I’ll be there at 8.

Falling asleep, you were more than satisfied that you made him crack first.

When it came time to head to Yuta’s you debated on whether or not to dress up again. He wanted to hook up just as much as you did. So your favorite dark red matching set was a must. And you settled for a black mini dress and heels.

Typing in Yuta’s address you headed over to his place. He lived across town in the expensive rich people neighborhood, which wasn’t a surprise.

“Are you having her over?” Mark’s loud voice made Yuta jump from the other side of the phone.

“Yes I am, there’s no need to YELL into the phone Mark,” Yuta replied.

“It’s just not like you to meet up with women outside of work, now that I think about it you’ve never hooked up with a customer,” Mark said.

“Well I liked her, and I'm not even sure if we’ll hook up,” Yuta said finishing getting ready, anticipating your arrival.

“If you aren’t going to fuck her what is this? Don’t tell me you're going to drink from her. She was cute I'll be so sad.” Mark’s voice echoed over the phone.

“No I’m not going to drink from her, I just wanted to have a beautiful woman over that’s all. What happens, happens.” Bringing out his nice wine glasses and fixing his hair in the mirror for the 5th time, Yuta tries to hang up.

“Wait. Yuta doesn’t tell me this is what I think it is.”

“And what do you think this is?” Yuta answered annoyed by Mark's stubbornness.

“She’s not your soul mate.” Mark's voice was cold and stern.

“Mark I don’t want to talk about this. I have to go.”

“Yuta listens to me, you can’t base every choice you make off of visions and prayers and promises from him.”

“Who said I was? Plus Mark thinks about it, he told me on the 6th day of the 6th month the 6th woman would be her. That’s y/n. He has never been wrong Mark and you know this. If it’s true and y/n is my soulmate she can turn me back.”

“Yuta when has devil ever had our side, look what he did to us.”

A knock came on Yuta’s door, with only one option of who it could be. “She’s here Mark, goodbye.”

Pulling up to Yuta’s house it was way nicer than you thought, huge and painted a dark grey. Before you could even knock Yuta had opened the door.

“Y/n welcome. Come inside, please.” His smile was warm and charming making you want to eat him alive right then and there.

“Thanks. I was so shocked when I saw your house, to be honest. It’s so nice, makes my place look like a dump.” Following him inside.

“Don’t say that y/n I'm sure your place is great. We’ll go there next, yeah?” Pulling out a chair at his dinner table for you to sit. Once you did he pushed you in. Next? He already wanted there to be the next time?

“I know you usually drink wine, want anything stronger? I have it all.” He spoke pulling a few bottles from a shelf along with two glasses.

“I’m good with anything, I trust you.” Turning your body to face him.

The night went amazing, sharing drinks and stories. You both lightly buzzed but not drunk enough to not enjoy yourself to the fullest. The conversation was so easy and simple that it felt like you had known Yuta your whole life. He told you more about his past and childhood but tended to avoid the topic of his job. Which you understood.

As the night went on you both continued drinking and somehow moved over to the couch where you sat a little too close for this to just be two friends causally drinking together. His hands started to explode your thighs running his hand up and down and causally tracing circles around your knees as he talked. The tension was thick and you both started to make the conversation and your movements riskier. The butterflies were back. 

“Y/n if you're going to try to seduce me at least touch me back,” he said smirking at your cheeks heating up.

It was true you had been flirting and talking him up all night but you hadn’t touched him other than your shoulder touching his. Shifting your body to face him you moved to straddle him. Causing your dress to slightly rise your legs giving me more to touch.

“Well that was easier than I thought.” he laughed, tracing his hand down the sides of your torso down to your waist and holding you there, bodies now pressed against each other. Your eyes were half open and breath heavy, still trying to focus your mind on anything but the feeling between your thighs.

“Can I kiss you?“ Yuta’s voice was deep and soft almost a whisper, but with how close your faces were it was like it spoke it into your soul.

Nodding your head, he placed his hand on the bottom of your chin guiding your lips to his and filling the leftover space between you two, tasting the alcohol on his tongue.

His kiss was soft and gentle, intimate. You knew you both wanted to go farther, touch and feel every part of each other. Explore each other’s desires but with how he was kissing you it felt almost like it was your first time. You couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited like he had just stolen your first kiss. His other hand was still placed on your hip you moved your hands to hold his face and neck, slowly grabbing onto his hair to try to get as close as you could.

Finally, he broke the kiss, both of you trying to catch your breath. He moved to your jaw kissing every part of you he could reach, moving down your neck and to your collar bones.

You couldn’t help but shutter, your hands moving to start unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly pushing it off his shoulders.

“Ride my thigh.” he said pulling off the rest of his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.”

Your eyes widened you couldn’t hide the obvious shock on your face. You had never done it before, but by the feeling of him under you, you weren’t at all opposed. He slightly lifted you moving you to sit on his thigh and grabbing your waist. Holding onto his shoulders pulling him into another kiss he started to guide your hips on his thigh rocking you back and forth. Causing the friction of his pants on your clit to make you moan. He held you down more forcing your legs to spread even wider on him, grinding down against him and deepening the kiss.

“Yuta, it feels so good.” breathing heavily, moving your hips faster feeling your orgasm start to build in the pit of your stomach. He moved his hand from your waist to under your panties and onto your clit making you gasp against his mouth.

“Cum baby, I know you want to” Voice low and erotic sending you straight into your orgasm moving your head in his neck moaning and panting. Yuta still holding your hips guiding you.

Reaching down in between you, your palmed at his cock making him throw his head back into the cushion. 

“Mmm not here. Bedroom.” Grabbing your hand he led you to his room. It was dark with only the moonlight from the open window. Just enough light to see the man in front of you. Guiding you down, Yuta laid on top of you caging you into the pillows. You removed your dress while he went back to kissing down your chest, helping you pull it off. 

“Take this off?” He asked running his finger down the strap of your bra.

You sat up slightly undoing the clip in the back and throwing your bra somewhere across the room pulling Yuta by the neck back down on top of you. Chest to chest, you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

“Yuta want you now, please. Please don’t make me beg for you.” Your eyes were full of lust staring back up at him. Arching your back trying to get anything from him that you could.

“No need to beg beautiful, I’ll do anything you say.” Kissing down your chest to your stomach, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most. He moved lower down the bed not breaking eye contact. Gently grabbing your knees and partying your legs for him.

“For somebody so cocky your so needy.” He said slowly pulling down your panties and tossing them on the floor. “Mouth or fingers baby.”

“Anything Yuta please whatever you want just need you.” You sounded like a bitch in the heat but damn it it’s been weeks since you’ve slept with someone and Yuta’s sexy ass had you worked up so much you’d die if he didn’t make you cum again in the next 5 minutes.

Before you could say anything else you felt Yuta press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“Yuta ple-“ you couldn't even finish your sentence when you finally felt his mouth on your clit sucking and kissing. Adding two fingerings into you with ease fucking in and out of you.

“God Yuta please don’t stop keep going feels so good” You couldn’t keep still he was giving you everything you craved and more squirming trying to grind yourself against his fingers and tongue.

“Feel good baby? I swear you were made for me” Yuta placed his hand on your stomach holding you in place. Your next orgasm building quick with how perfectly he was hitting every spot inside of you.

“Close Yuta please keep going.” voice shaking and breathy with pleasure. “Mmm, I'm gonna-” before you could finish you came on Yuta’s tongue sending shivers down your spine and taking all the breath out of your body. Yuta still working his fingers helping you ride out your pleasure.

“Yuta need you now please, wanna feel you in me.” Grabbing his face and lifting him back to you kissing him harder this time tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled down his underwear freeing his already hard cock. Running your hand down his chest and between his legs you started stroking him while he kissed you stopping at the tip to run your finger over his slit, making him moan into your mouth.

“Y/n please don’t tease me. Wanna be inside.” Breathy and whiny he groped your breast pinching and squeezing. “Gonna fuck you now. Need you.”

“Need you too, Yuta” Kissing him hard, lips teeth, and tongue all crashing into each other with hunger.

He guided his cock into you slowly stretching you making you moan into his mouth and grind down against him. Wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“Fuck you feel so good baby taking me so well.” Moving in out of you faster now. Stroking perfectly to hit every spot making your stomach flip and feeling your third orgasm start to build.

He fucked into you so perfectly, he was rough but in a way where it still felt like he was making love with you. Moving his hand down to your clit tracing circles making your back arch and head roll back.

“Y/n I'm close.” Yuta let out a breathy moan still keeping up his pace. God damn where is this stamina coming from?

“So close, keep going please.” Feeling like you were about to burst yet again, Yuta kissed your jaw and breathed onto your neck ripping your third orgasm out of you.

“Fuck y/n your gonna be the death of me” thrusting himself as deep as he could then pulling out and cuming onto your stomach and chest.

He was glowing in the moonlight, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, chest rising and falling and arms strained for holding himself above you. He rolled over and collapsed next to you on the bed.

Grabbing your hand and holding it, kissing the back of it. “Thank you y/n”

Turning to face him you leaned over kissing him.

“I should probably be thanking you, that was probably the best orgasm I've ever had. No more butterflies, for now at least”

“Now you're just feeding my ego y/n. I’m kinda sad they're gone, hopefully, they come back soon. I want to do this again.” He said starting to forget what he originally wanted to say. “Want to shower? It’s late I was thinking you could stay the night. I can give you some close and I'll sleep on the couch. If you don’t want to I understand I don’t want to “Kissing him again to cut him off.

“A shower would be nice, id love to stay. And you were just inside me so sleeping together is a must. As long as I get to be the big spoon.”

“Deal.” He said smiling helping you up and showing you to the bathroom. He grabbed your towels and clothes and left to shower in the guest bathroom leaving you alone in the room. Slightly disappointed he didn’t ask to join you.

The sex was fucking amazing. Yuta was amazing. You couldn’t help but start to feel like maybe you two could become more. You trusted him with your body, who you didn’t let many see. And you trusted him with your feelings which even fewer people knew about. He made you feel safe and cared for, which Kun, never did. He was always so busy with work or other plans you didn’t even remember the last time you two had been intimate without the influence of alcohol.

Drying off and getting dressed in the clothes he left you, you tried to shake off the growing feelings you were feeling for him. What if he just wanted sex and nothing else? I mean you weren’t at all opposed to hooking up again but part of you craved the emotional side of him. You didn’t know a lot about him besides what little information he shared, he was so mysterious.

After settling down into the bed and grabbing your phone from your bag, Yuta walked in. Dressed in only black sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

“Hi” you spoke up sitting up to face him.

“Hi” he smiled, if it weren’t so dark you could almost make out his cheeks turning red.

Crawling inside the covers, he lay facing you looking up into your eyes. “I’m not sure if you were planning on leaving early, but if you do I have some food in the fridge help yourself, and you are welcome to anything in my closet if you don’t want to wear your dress out tomorrow morning.”

“Oh. Well, I usually don’t wake up early, I wasn’t planning on sneaking away. You can’t get rid of me that easily Yuta.” You said shuffling down the pillow and getting to eye level with him. “Roll over.” You said twirling your finger.

“Wait what,” he said taken aback by your statement.

“I said I'm the big spoon, roll over so I can cuddle you.”

“OH. To be honest I thought that was your way of telling me you were sick of looking at my face.” He sat up rolling himself to face the wall.

“Mmm never. You're too pretty.” You said cuddling up to his back wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Y/n you flatter me so, oh shit wait.” he sat up, closing the window and moving the black curtains that hung beside them to cover any light that could come threw.

Climbing back into bed and back into your arms, “It’s hard for me to sleep when there’s any light, so could you keep the curtains closed in the morning.” he said.

“Oh yeah of course. What are you afraid of the sun Yuta.” running your hand up and down his chest, resting your head in between his neck and the pillow.

“Something like that,” he said holding your hands that laid on his chest.

“Mmm okay. Goodnight Yuta.” You whispered in his ear drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight y/n.”

Yuta's eyes shot open, a now dark inhuman red shade. His body went stiff realizing you two had moved to lay on your backs with you holding onto his side. Skin pale and body aching and tingling and head dizzy he moved out of your grasp and out into the living room. Searching his shelf for anything he could drink to fix his physical state. Tonight was his night to feed but it slipped his mind with how much he wanted to spend the night with you. Trying to find anything he might have left in case of emergency he only found a small vile. Not enough to feed off of. He needed blood and fast it had been a week since he last had any. Leaving him weak and desperate for anything he could get. He could go out and find somebody, surely somebody was out walking alone at night. No, he might wake you up.

Oh… there was always you. That would do the trick.

Walking back into his bedroom he saw your sleeping figure under his sheets. Breathing in your scent eyes full of hunger and desire. He could always have you. Bending over using his hand to push back the hair in front of your face, and pulling down his t-shirt from your neck. He craved you, knowing your sweet taste would replenish him and bring him back to his normal state. 

He couldn't, trying to come to his sense. Shaking himself from the thoughts that clouded his mind. Trying to reason with himself didn't work, fangs starting to bare from his teeth, mouth-watering. He slowly moved his mouth to where he once kissed your delicate neck, opening his mouth and biting down tasting what sweetly ran threw your veins.

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[osono-s]

☆ steal my blood and steal my heart  ༺  ♰  ༻

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[deryicantwait]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: NCT (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Suh Youngho | Johnny/Qian Kun Characters: Qian Kun, Suh Youngho | Johnny, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul | Ten Additional Tags: Minor Lee Jeno/Xiao De Jun | Xiao Jun, wayv members make cameos at one point, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Fluff and Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Smut, Fluff, Blood Drinking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Aftercare, Vampire Suh Youngho | Johnny, and poor horny human kun, Porn with Feelings Summary:

(...) Kun is rather mild in his kinks — not entirely vanilla, but then again, certainly nothing as scandalous as having his blood sucked out of him.

Johnny Suh, however, poses a very tempting threat to those convictions. 

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[dracatyo]

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[nochecanibal]

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[yutafrita]

Dollhouse

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half-vampire!Sungchan x Vampire Hunter!Reader (she/her; femme presenting)

Genre: Angst, dark fantasy

WC: 6.5k

Synopsis: You, an elite vampire hunter, have been assigned to take down the son of the infamous vampire, the puppeteer.

TW PLEASE READ: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! +18 ONLY. Excessive swearing, obsessive behaviors, stalking, a lot of gore, mentions of bullying, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, murder, suggestive/ sexual themes, dubcon heavily implied, violence/ threatened violence, death of family. Please proceed with caution.

I do not believe that any person written into this fic or any of my fics acts at all like these characters here. Their real life counterparts are just my inspiration and are utilized as actors for the story. No ill will is intended.

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You were going to get fired.

You felt it in your bones. Your leg wouldn’t stop fidgeting as you sat in Irene’s office, the crest of the organization looming over you making you feel small. 

Irene walked in, her face cold as stone as she threw a file in front of you before she sat on her chair, “this is your new job.”

You blinked, “what?”

“Initially, I was going to give it to Seulgi and put you on probation-.”

“I killed the vampire cleanly and quickly-.”

“And in front of another human,” Irene cut you off before pinching the bridge of her nose, “look. An insider told us that  you would work best for this job, and,” she sighed before opening the manilla folder, “I think they’re right. The puppeteer has been missing for months after we had finally devised a plan to take the motherfucker out.”

You squinted as you looked over the carefully collected information before you asked, “how much time do I have?”

“Not a lot, so hurry up.” -----------

The library was warm and inviting. It was a small public library that matched the small town it was nestled in. Even when agents were sent weeks ago, they all agreed- it was entirely unremarkable, which made him an even stranger anomaly. The town itself was often forgotten on maps and glossed over, but as you entered the library, you were in awe of the coziness. 

It was almost too easy to find out everything about him. Graduated from community college in library sciences. No one had a single mean thing to say about him… ever. Apparently he hadn’t been in a long term relationship in years either. Your angle had written itself to ensnare him without much help from anyone else in the organization.

You sauntered in slowly, your heels muffled by the dusty carpet as you slowly approached the center table where he sat. You had on a loose fitting dress that stopped at your calves, a low cut top that was still mildly conservative, your dark sunglasses, and your freshly done hair wrapped in a silk bandana.

You found it difficult to hold back your laughter as he locked eyes with you. He was processing a few returned books when he dropped his stamp to fully stare at you. You gave yourself permission to smirk once you made it to the desk, leaning against it to allow him to take full stock of you. His big brown eyes were scanning over every part of you, and by the tremble of his jaw you could tell he was fully trying to hold himself back.

"Hi sir, could you help me out?" your voice was low, and you watched as his dropped jaw slowly lifted. He blinked quickly, looking between your chest and lips before he cleared his throat and looked away, his ears now an embarrassing shade of red. The council had perfectly planned every minute detail down to the final strand of hair, and he was reacting even more deliciously than anticipated. 

It was almost too easy how much he was falling like putty in your hands.

"O-Of... of course! How can I help, miss?"

You removed your sunglasses and placed your hand on his chest where his name tag sat.

"Well... Sungchan," you smiled, tracing your fingers over his name before placing them back to your side, "I'm currently working on a project for a research course."

You began spouting off on a topic you knew Sungchan was absolutely fascinated by. The Vampire Hunter Council had done extensive research on the half-human bastard off-spring of the missing high profile leader of the Vampires. The puppeteer’s son’s eyes were still rounded, hanging onto every word coming out from between your glossy lips as you spoke.

After you finished, there was a pause, and then, "you're perfect."

"I'm sorry?" you pretended to not hear his mutter as you batted your eyelashes at him. He was half-vampire, but as far as you could tell either his vampiric side was fully dormant or barely did much- there were no reports of missing humans in the area, didn’t seem to have his father’s gifts, he was not nocturnal, and didn't bare any fangs.

You almost felt bad about having to kill him.

Even if Sungchan didn't know his monster of a father, it was still an absolute shame to vampires to have your offspring be murdered, and you planned to bring Sungchan's head to the feet of the Puppeteer. At least, that’s the plan. You’ll have to lob Sungchan’s head off after using him as bait to bring the puppeteer out from hiding. 

Sungchan had led you to the back of the library, his large hands holding several books and tapes for you.

“You seem to know a lot… are you busy later? I would love to pick your brain,” You were nearly purring, your hands squeezing his forearm. Cold. Not as cold as other vampires you’ve suckered into thinking you’re weak before killing them, but still colder than an average human. Was this the only way his vampiric side showed?

“No! I mean… I’m not I…” Sungchan was sputtering out now, his free hand pushing up his glasses.  “I- I would love to help you.”

“Hm… are those prescriptions?” You asked, your fingers moving to tap the bridge of his glasses and watch his breathing hitch. Vampires typically had enhanced vision, and while he was only half-human, none of his medical records showed that he had any possible visual impairments.

“N-no they’re for the uh… blue light…” his muttered, clearly flustered. After he led you back to the front desk he began typing away at the computer before nervously looking back up. "Do you have your library card?"

Before you left the vampire hunters council headquarters, you were given every bit of fake identification you would need and this indeed included a library card.

"I... I've never seen you around here before," he was clearly racking his head to remember you as he continued the check out process. He had read off your fake name, and you watched him mutter it to himself to commit it to memory.

"I got it somewhere else in the county," you fibbed, "so. I'll see you at the diner at 9?"

"Y-yes, absolutely."

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You arrived at 9:12pm.

Sungchan sat in the corner in a small red booth with a bouquet of flowers, twiddling his thumbs upon your entrance. There were only three other patrons at the small diner, all at the counter with their backs to you as they stared up at the old television set playing a hockey game.

According to your research, Sungchan had gone on a few dates with a few people he went to the local high school with- so between his bashfulness, innocence, and likely exhaustion with his small dating pool, his eagerness to see you made sense. It was also something you and the rest of the vampire hunters council were banking on. You needed him to be obsessed with you- to post you online, for everyone in town to see you with the librarian, and allow this information to trickle up to his father. You were a top level hunter and were well hated enough by Vampires that this would not be overlooked- especially not by the Puppeteer.

"You look so handsome," you complimented, sitting across from the nervous young man. You were late on purpose- aiming to put him more on edge. You were in a tight mini dress and a pair of combat boots. A combination in your daily life you wouldn’t normally pick, but from his internet history seemed to be outfit pieces he really loved on women.

“Th-Thank you,” he then shoved the bouquet towards you, “these are for you.”

“Roses,” you hummed, staring down at the perfectly red petals, “you’re so sweet, thank you.”

“Um s-so roses are a great way to convey joy, friendship… passion,” he scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “They’re beautiful and uh… reminded me of you.”

“Roses are my favorite… are you a mind reader Sungchan?” you playfully reached across the table and tapped his shoulder. Lying was easier when you got to mix in the truth. Roses were your favorite, but they were also a part of the crest of the Vampiric Hunters for their scent is supposed to keep vampires at bay.

It seemed to also be another way that Sungchan’s vampiric side didn’t bare its teeth.

Sungchan was sickly sweet. As the weeks passed, each time you would go on a date he would bring either flowers, a book regarding your paper, or a poem he had written for you.

You were inside the motel you were crashing at, recounting this to the president of the hunters.

“Has anyone heard from the puppeteer?” you asked. A part of you was starting to genuinely feel guilty- Sungchan was so human. He ate human food, lounged in the sun, and even seemed to have a heartbeat.

You had considered that his vampiric powers had simply never awoken, and that they never would. This was highly uncommon in vampire hybrids, but genetics were fickle, so Sungchan wouldn’t be an exception if he really just seemed fully human despite having a vampire dad.

“No, but it seems like he’s still giving orders through his lackeys. There was even a small scourge of his puppets tearing up a small town,” Irene recounted, “Remember to keep him sweet on you.”

“Did I not read to you this latest poem? The last stanza was talking about how he wants to fuck me and keep me with him forever.”

“Wow, that’s a little creepy… and maybe sweet?”

“His face was all red when I teased him about it.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him yet.”

“I have to kill him, Irene.”

“That has never stopped you before,” she noted. Irene was right of course. Vampires tended to be overly sexual creatures, so seducing them often led to placing them in more vulnerable positions that could allow you to take advantage of them. 

“Fair,” you muttered, glancing out the window to see the same person who walks their dog at this time every night passing the street across the motel. This town was sleepy and boring, but it was almost odd how scheduled everyone was. No car accidents ever, the same groupings of people throughout town all in the same places. Static.

After you hung up with Irene, you moved across the room to the stack of books you checked out from the library all those weeks ago. They were due soon, and you were planning to swing by the library to drop them off with Sungchan while also sweet talking him with stupid facts you had picked up.

You flitted through the last book you hadn’t opened yet and paused. Crammed in between a few pages was a tightly folded note. Curious, you unraveled it. In extremely messy handwriting and covering the entire sheet was one sentence.

Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die. Write forever until I die.

You squinted and scoffed. Likely it was a kid in detention that was assigned to write out whatever was on the board and instead did this as a weird joke. Without much thought you tossed it into the trash.

Still. You had a shiver run down your spine. Wrapping yourself up in a coat, and grabbing the ice bucket you stepped out of your room. Maybe a walk around the motel would make you feel better about having to kill the kid who didn’t ask to be born. 

The ice machine sat in the lobby and was usually only manned by the same two people who would hardly look up from their books. You filled it up and looked back over to see the young man again reading Slaughter-house five.

“Yknow, Vonnegut has written other books,” you joked. The young man flinched, his grip tightening on the book to a point that his knuckles were white. Yet, he didn’t speak or react in any other way. You frowned, and returned to your room.

“Do you like the stars?” Sungchan had asked the following night as you helped him close up at the library. 

“Hm, they are pretty, yes,” you hummed, sitting on the edge of the desk. Just like the other nights you had helped Sungchan, the same patrons who seemed to be there every night, left at the same time in the same fashion, all with the same smile and wave to the librarian as they exited.

“I… Do you wanna go into my truck and look at them?” he asked, and you noted he was avoiding your gaze as the red tint on his ears shone.

“I’m a lady, Sungchan,” you pouted, watching as he seemed to jump, “I hope you’re not… expecting anything.”

He was so easy to fluster. It wasn’t even just to keep him obsessed with you at this point- it was because you found it downright exciting. He was so cute as he jumped up from his seat.

“I would never expect anything from you that you don’t want.”

Sungchan was soft and sweet. Your job as a hunter didn’t allow for much dating outside of your profession, and most other hunters were too preoccupied to give romance much attention. Every minute you spent with Sungchan gave you the delusion that you could leave the life of being a hunter and runaway together. You could protect him, and be happy. But then, you were reminded of the oath you gave, your few friendships, and the fact that you have been lying to Sungchan, and you’re brought back down to earth.

You laid on the trunk bed with Sungchan. He drove out a few miles to empty farmland and covered the trunk bed in pillows and blankets. The stars shone bright in the sky, and you looked up to see Sungchan staring up with a smile on his face. He was beautiful with stars reflecting themselves in his eyes.

“My Mom used to take me out here all the time,” he started, his voice a whisper. “I would get bullied a lot in school, so on the weekends when all of the other kids would hang out, my mom would bring me out here and tell me stories.”

“I’m sorry kids were so cruel to you,” you were sincere, squeezing his arm as you laid on his chest, “do… you have any favorite stories? I’d love to hear them.”

“It’s okay- I got to be the bigger person in the end,” you swear you could hear a smirk, but you were too comfortable to check, “but stories… well. She would always tell me this one story whenever I was really down.”

He cleared his throat, kissed the top of your head, and started working from his memory, “there was once a sickly, meek child. He had a hard time gathering his breath, and struggled to keep up with other kids his age. Running was especially a challenge, and his legs would often give out as his peers would run off, laughing at him. He was clumsy, and his limbs were so stiff and wooden. He began to be known as the puppet because of this. Between the torture of the other children, and the torture of his own body, the boy fell deathly ill. The local doctor told the boy’s mother that her son only had a few hours left at best- but, if she gave her own life, her son could live forever.”

Sungchan paused, and you could hear him swallow thickly before continuing, “the mother begged for there to be another way. It was just her and her boy- while her son could live forever, how was he going to grow fully into a capable young man without a guiding hand? The doctor assured the mother though, that the son wouldn’t be alone. He will create a new family of his own one day.”

“And so, the boy was not only given the gift of eternal life, but also another, even more special gift,” he hummed a bit then, “can you take a guess?”

There was a chill that raced down your spine. You sat your chin on his chest, meeting his eyes. You absolutely could take a guess- a real guess, but you decided to continue playing dumb, “hmmm, flying? So he could fly far away from the bullies?”

Sungchan chuckled before he kissed the tip of your nose, “no, but that’s a great guess. The boy was able to control the minds of those bullies, so they could never be cruel to anyone ever again.”

“The puppet became the puppeteer,” you froze, unable to stop yourself. His mother presented this story, and Sungchan had it fully memorized without realizing that the puppeteer was his own father.

“Yeah,” Sungchan was quiet before he met your gaze. “I know you won’t be here forever, but I wish you could stay. I want to know everything about you. Did your parents tell you stories at night?”

“My parents died when I was very young,” you confessed, “they were killed in a home invasion.”

This was partially the truth. Your parents were killed in a home invasion of a pair of twin vampires who slaughtered them mercilessly. You were in the room next door when it happened, hiding under the bed until it was over. The hunters arrived hours later, and you were then adopted into their ranks.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. That’s not fair,” he squeezed you closely and you shrugged.

“Can’t change the past,” you shrugged, forcing a smile.

Despite your own hesitations, you gave in to Sungchan’s begging, and stayed the night at his place. You couldn’t sleep though, and after you were sure he was knocked out, you stepped outside to the back of the apartment complex to call your closest friend.

“Seulgi… he’s a human,” you whisper cried. The back of Sungchan’s apartment complex held a small forest, and seemed to absorb any bit of light the complex offered.

“And you’re sure he’s not manipulating you?”

“You know I can always spot that shit. Remember the orphanage?”

“Vampires turning young children into vampires so they could more easily kidnap humans… you spotted it faster than Irene did,” Seulgi conceited. There was a rustle in the trees and you froze. Your small wooden stake was always hidden somewhere on your person, this time in the lining of your jacket.

“It’s your job, though. Think of the lives you’ll save by bringing the puppeteer out of the shadows.”

“I’ve gotta go,” you hung up, shoving your phone back into your pocket and sliding out the stake. The forest was quiet, and for a moment you thought you imagined it.

Then, a hand holding a clean white napkin appeared before the rest of their body followed.

“I’m not here to attack, just have a chat,” Yuta had a mischievous grin as he skipped out from the forest and towards you. Yuta was a five hundred year old vampire who had climbed the Royal ranks due to his ability to game information. He was never a liar, but just someone who knew how to use knowledge to his advantage.

“You miss me?” You taunted, arms crossed.

“Of course,” he simpered, now fully in your view as the lighting coated him. He was inhumanely handsome, which was to be expected. “However, that’s not why I’m here.”

“And why are you here? Yknow, most people drive past this tiny little town and yet…” you let your voice trail off, an eyebrow raised as you studied his features. 

“I’m one of the few people that know about Sungchan, the puppeteer has kept his half-human son under wraps for a while. How did the hunters find him?” 

“Ah, so you want information from me?” You chuckled at his nerve.

“Hm, I think we can exchange actually,” he raised his eyebrow, and your eyes widened instinctually. Now this was very appealing. “You see, I pop in every few months to see how the young man is doing. Check him out from a far. Then, I write out a report, and give it to his dear old daddy.”

“Why would you tell me where he is?” 

“Hm, perhaps I have my own ulterior motives for leading a top hunter directly to him,” Yuta then took out an envelope from his shirt pocket. “Tell me our leak, and I’ll tell you what you want.”

“It wasn’t a leak,” you rolled your eyes, “Sungchan did one of those family ancestry online dna things. We utilized it see if there was any human-vampire matches… he just popped up one day.”

“God, is there no such thing as data privacy anymore?” Yuta sucked his fangs before extending the envelope towards you. “I hope you are prepared to face the true wrath of the puppeteer.”

You slid back upstairs after a short while, the envelope tucked into your jacket.

——-

Yuta was a fucking liar. The address made no sense- it was clearly just Sungchan’s apartment. You wanted to rip your hair out- how could you be so stupid?

While Sungchan was at work you looked through every crevice of his place, and the only off putting thing you could find was his high school yearbook. God, the kids were so cruel to him. Sungchan couldn’t hurt a damn fly now as a fully grown man, let alone defend himself against the relentless bullies he faced.

You were hitting a dead end. No other vampires had made their way to the town since Yuta a month ago, Sungchan had completely become infatuated with you, and you were becoming too close to the half-breed. 

One night, after he returned from work, you bought a bottle of wine. You had hoped potentially getting him a little drunk could coax any memory of his father out. He had spoken at length about how great his mother was, but shrugged off any prodding you made about his dad. It didn’t help that Irene was breathing down your neck, and Seulgi was struggling to keep her at bay.

“It’s not too strong, is it? I’m not good with alcohol,” He giggled as he helped you uncork the bottle.

“It’s not strong,” you lied as he took out two untouched wine glasses from the cabinet.

“Oh, can you grab me my phone? I left it in the bathroom,” he smiled. Without a second thought, you maneuvered to the bathroom to take it off the counter. While you still on occasion stayed at the motel, Sungchan was incredibly needy. And since your job was to keep him interested in you, you felt inclined to bend to his will, especially when he didn’t care about anything else you did. You still hadn’t even slept with him yet, much to Seulgi’s and your own surprise.

No messages on Sungchan’s phone, or calls, as per usual. You knew he didn’t have a ton of friends or anything, but it was still… weird. No one else in town spoke to you unless it was more than a word and you initiated it. Everything here had felt fake, but without any real reason to be suspicious, you couldn’t really share your concerns. A town full of people, and yet it still felt empty to you.

Seulgi was busy keeping Irene from slashing your throat, so your own phone has been dull as of late. Maybe Sungchan just sincerely didn’t use his phone, ever, unless it was to speak to you.

“Here, Sungie,” you placed it on the counter, and took the drink he handed off to you. You took a large sip and frowned slightly to yourself.

“Everything okay?” He tilted his head, his beautiful brown eyes filled with concern.

“No I guess I just left the wine under the sun for too long,” you reason, taking another sip. It was a little funky, as if the wine had soured.

“Ah, maybe. All wine tastes the same to me,” he took a sip of his own, and you noticed the small dimple that formed and disappeared.

“What are you ssssmiling about?” You asked. Your words came out more slurred than you’d like. You were a strong drinker, but you also haven’t been drinking as much lately. Maybe that’s why the wine was hitting you faster than usual?

Sungchan leaned a little closer, his hand holding your chin up, “how long were you planning to lie to me?”

Your eyelids were heavy, and you leaned your head fully on his hand as you slowly processed what he said, “I… haven’t -.”

“You thought that I wouldn’t notice a pair of hunters in my town following me around?” He squeezed your chin and you yelped in surprise. You were fighting your body now, trying to stay awake despite whatever he put in your drink. “I’ve been waiting for you… for so long. I’ve planned it all and yet… you still won’t be honest with me. That’s okay though. I’ll forgive you.”

————-

You don’t remember meeting Sungchan, but he remembered you.

Years ago, Sungchan had done a solo trip to the big city, and wanted to test his world. Everyone did what he said at all times- how far could he push this gift?

“That’ll be $4.26 for your coffee, sir.”

“This coffee is free for me,” Sungchan hummed. He didn’t ever have to do extra work to make this gift pop in- whatever his wish was, as long as it was physically possible, was his command. 

“Yes, your coffee is free,” the man nodded as Sungchan walked off. 

This is how Sungchan lived life. He had gotten the entire shit town he lived in to follow his every whim. The world was his giant dollhouse. 

Until you shattered it.

Sungchan was able to control the folks working the front desk at the nicest hotel he could find. He was set up in the best possible suite, and sat one night at their rooftop lounge that overlooked the concrete city.

“It’s a great view,” a voice above the chatter of other guests caught his attention. You wore a simple dark t shirt and dark pants, and spared him a smile as you leaned against the railing with him.

“Yeah,” was all Sungchan offered. It was difficult to force himself to engage in conversations anymore, but you were pretty enough that he didn’t feel like shooing you away.

“What brings you here?” You asked, your gaze still set on the city below.

“Hm, I’m on a journey of self-discovery. You?”

“I’m here for work,” you replied. Sungchan looked at you again. Your voice was nice, you were attractive, and he didn’t have other plans.

“Come to my room with me,” he spoke, moving off the railing. Instead of your eyes losing their sparkle and glazing over, though, you stayed just as you were.

Instead, you burst out laughing.

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, unmoving. He froze. Maybe he didn’t say it loud enough.

“Come-.”

“You wish. Maybe buy me a drink next time,” you gently shoved his arm, and then disappeared out of the lounge.

Sungchan was frozen, his eyes not moving from where you once stood next to him. After what felt like hours, he rushed downstairs to the concierge and got your information.

You were made for Sungchan, you had to be. Why else would the universe deliver him the exciting puzzle that was you? A vampire hunter since childhood was now the only being Sungchan, a half-vampire, couldn’t control. It was fate. To him, you were star crossed lovers, destined for one another despite the complications.

Sungchan had discovered his parentage early in life. He was able to easily get his mother to tell him the truth about his father since she, like everyone else, was susceptible to their gifts. 

So, his next steps to get you trapped, were set.

Sungchan had been using the town he lived in as a dollhouse for years beforehand. He loved testing the limits of his abilities, and had hoped that it would one day awaken his proper vampiric powers. In the meantime, though, he would use the citizens to cultivate a proper image for the hunters to happen upon.

Having every town member edit their social medias. Perfectly crafting and tailoring his existence to seem like a shy, bullied child. Make sure every person in town, if ever approached, all know exactly what to say. All that was left was to get a few vampires that knew their way around the hunters so Sungchan could fully execute his plan.

———-

You were awake, but kept your eyes shut.

It was a technique learned early in your hunter training, but one you didn’t ever use. You didn’t lose the upper hand often enough to be foolishly knocked out.

And, yet, you failed.

“Your breathing is uneven and your heart rate spiked,” his voice sent a chill down your spine.

You cracked open your eyes. You were laid on a plush mattress, and Sungchan sat at the corner of the bed, his eyes unmoving from you. 

You wanted to die. Sungchan’s big, beautiful brown eyes that you had become prey for, were gone and replaced with your worst fear. Ruby red eyes, and they were fixed on you.

“You awakened me,” he cooed, crawling towards where you laid. Your eyes searched the space frantically for anything to defend yourself with. Your wrists were bound by rope, and you had been stripped down and changed into a completely different outfit without any of your hidden weapons. The bed you sat on was on top of a metal bed frame, and the wooden nightstands didn’t offer a quick change into a stake. You sat there, like a piece of fresh meat as he now hovered over you. “I want to show you something.”

Sungchan tossed you over his shoulder like you were nothing, taunting you with his newly found vampiric strength. You were reeling.

“You were out cold for three days. I didn’t think what I added to the wine would do that much,” he chuckled as he carried you past beautiful marble flooring and down a few sets of staircases. You were trying to create a mental map, but he was going too fast for you to get much down. “I’m so happy you’re finally here so I can show you your gift.”

Like you were a child, Sungchan placed you on your feet and turned you around. You gagged, staring at the horrific site in front of you. It had to have been months judging by the level of decay, and this matched up with your previous information.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Sungchan snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tightly to him, “the old, fake puppeteer is dead. Now, the hunters don’t need you to pull him out of the shadows.”

“Y-You’re the puppeteer now,” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut. Yuta wasn’t being a dick- he was helping you.

“I had to throw the hunters off our scent-.”

“There is no- Sungchan what the fuck?” you broke from his grasp, terrified and searching the basement area for anything you could use to kill the monster in front of you. “You… you were a human-.”

“And bringing you to your new home awakened me fully!” he was so joyful as he said this, the dread consuming you.

“I was only with you so I could bring,” you glanced at the horrible sight of his slain father, “him down. I was going to kill you.”

“You don’t get it,” he whispered. He looked away, and for a moment you swore his dead eyes were going to shed tears before he met your gaze with a dead glare. “I have planned everything so I could have you. I stole my father’s empire, I had the head of the hunters controlled into giving you this fake assignment…”

As he paused, you decided to make a run towards the basement stairs. You were desperate, and that desperation had made you stupid. Sungchan caught you within an instant, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other squeezing your wrist with an iron grip.

“I didn’t want it to come down to this,” he pouted, “that friend of yours… I have it set that if you escape from me, she’ll burn down the hunters headquarters with herself inside.”

“Seulgi?” you whispered, eyes wide with terror.

“Don’t you get it, though? We are meant to be!” he was smiling as if he did not threaten your livelihood. “Ever since that day in the hotel when you told me no! You’re the only person in the world who did- and you’re a hunter! You are the Juliet to my Romeo!”

“They both die at the end you fucking idiot,” you replied through gritted teeth. 

He let go of your wrist, and instead gripped under your chin with his cold hand, “we’re going to have to work on how you speak to me my love.”

Then, you remembered him. The encounter was so brief and so small to you, and yet, it seemed to be absolutely defining for Sungchan to a point that you became his whole focus. Now, your knees trembled as your fate settled. 

You set your gaze down, submitting as he let go of your chin.

“See? This is good. I have your favorite foods, and everything you could ever need here,” he squeezed you to his chest, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to cry. “I know you hate cooking, so I have a team of chefs here just for you.”

“Not of their own will,” you bit, and you felt his grip on you tighten before he forced out a hearty laugh.

“These people are all dolls. Now that I’ve taken over my father’s empire…” his voice trailed off. “Nothing in this world matters except for us.”

_______

You snuck onto the rooftop one night. Sungchan had fallen asleep next to you, and you had managed to slip out. Despite the chill in the air, it was not nearly as cold as when you would be forced to be by his side. Before his vampiric powers awakened, he was still slightly colder, but now it was like being next to dry ice.

You needed to breathe.

You missed Seulgi. You hated seeing the glazed over eyes of the people Sungchan took from god knows where. You hated having to be around the monster of a man. 

You hated yourself, especially, for feeling so weak and succumbing to him.

You stared down at the plethora of bites lining your arms, and lifted a hand to touch the ones on your neck that were still fresh. You couldn’t even bring yourself to poke at the ones that lined your upper thighs. You choked back a sob, the wind of the night air rustling through your hair as you stared at the fresh blood Sungchan had managed to leave behind after feeding from you. 

You had let a monster inside of you, and the worst part was that you liked it. Sungchan was very clear about the fact that he had been studying you- everything about you. How you took your tea, how you liked to sleep curled up in a ball, and how to properly pleasure you. He had been studying you for years- knowing exactly how you seduced other vampires and how you would get yourself off. It was already an unfair advantage. This, coupled with the fact that being bitten by a vampire has the same effect on your brain as an orgasm, you were pretty much subdued physically as often as possible by him. And it felt fucking incredible- addictive, even. You hated yourself for being so weak. Weak to a point that you’d be begging for him to fuck you, just like he dreamed you would. Just like he hoped, you’d become his little doll. The shame was becoming unbearable.

You stared out at the surrounding area. In the darkness, all you could tell was that there was no city at all nearby, the light pollution nonexistent as you were able to see all the stars clearly. You were previously able to piece together that this residence used to be Sungchan’s father’s, but he had decided this was best for you. Maybe he was right, in a way. You felt like you were meant to die the night your parents did, so being here with Sungchan was a way to repair that broken strand of fate.

You heard footsteps and turned towards the door. It was one of the housekeepers Sungchan had around the property.

“Hello,” you stared blankly. This woman, like every other servant in the manor was instructed to not speak to you under any circumstances. She smiled awkwardly and within the blink of an eye, was in front of you. 

Instinctually, you went to the pocket of your jacket for your stake. Of course, though, there was nothing. You were unarmed, and physically at your weakest.

She knocked you down to your back, and began dragging you by your hair towards the edge of the roof. The height was only a few stories so it wouldn’t be enough to kill you, but certainly hurt you enough to make killing you quicker for her.

You were clawing at her hands, tears streaming down your cheeks as you fought for your life. You hadn’t made it this far with Sungchan only to be killed by someone else.

She shoved your head over the edge as a wicked grin formed on her face. You sent a swift kick to the back of her knees, causing her to let go of your hair. You stood up and ran towards the door only to then see Sungchan standing there, eyes bright red in anger. 

The woman let out a yelp of fear before you heard a sickening crunch. Sungchan had, without a drop of hesitation, lobbed the head off the vampire and was holding her by her scalp.

“I’ll have another servant pick this up.” he tossed her head off the side of the manor as if it was a crumpled piece of paper. He wrapped you in an embrace, the blood of the woman that landed on his chest now coating you.

“I don’t have anything to protect myself with,” you replied. You were desperate. Maybe, you thought, you could use his obsession with you to get him to give you a stake under the guise of self-preservation. Shit, even some vervain would be useful.

“You’re right…” he whispered, letting go of your embrace and holding you at an arm's length. He brushed the hair stuck to your face away, as you were still sniffling. His hand lowered to the bite marks on your throat. “I’ll make it so that you’re as strong as me.”

As strong as me.

“Sungchan no-!” you were struggling as Sungchan held you with one hand gripping the back of your neck. In the dim moonlight, you watched as his fangs pierced his wrist and exposed his blood.

“No, please!” You had hit a new low, begging for your life.

“I need you safe… and I need you by my side forever,” his voice was melodic as he shoved his wrist into your mouth. You were struggling as he jammed it in as deeply as possible, but you refused to swallow. In your struggle, you two had collapsed onto the ground. He had you fully pinned down, and seemed to relish the fear and disgust in your eyes as is his other hand moved to pinch your nose.

“You know you want to,” he purred, his lips now next to your ear. You were running out of air and the tears and snot were running down your face as you vigorously tried to shake your head no. “I know you love the power you feel when I bite you. When you get to boss the servants around. You’re mine. And now…”

You gulped, your eyes wide in horror as realization set in. His blood flowed down your throat, an ambrosial taste of iron now flooding your tongue and throat.

“Now… you’ll be your whole self with me. Forever.”

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[yunogf]

movie posters for NCT 127s gothic horror film “Favorite”

10.25.2021

#nctinc #nct 127 #gfx #mine*works #mine*gfx #i tried . #i didnt have a plot in mind when i made these so i dont totally love them but the mv is v uninspiring so #the 4th one is v twilight breaking dawn-ish hopefully the tumblrinas like that <3 #first one isnt giving vampire so much as 90s action romance movie oh well #pretend theyre all horror movie-esque #also the lyrics r so dramatic lmao

[hall0ween-twn]

roommates!renchenji and jisungs ur bf and whenever renle hear the two of you fucking all they can do is just laugh about how weak they think jisungs dick game is when in reality his dick game is crazy. but renle manage to convince jisung that they can teach him how to fuck u even better. and then when then they actually get to teaching him they can't keep it in their pants and need to use all of ur holes

and like u said, renle are vamps and jisung is a vampwolf hybrid hehe

man.. taking turns with all your holes too.. you're literally boneless by the time they're finished with you. throat so sore, ass and pussy keeps contracting, never ending cum gushing out.

the boys are so big too, cocks stretching you out and reaching all the best places. both renjun and chenle dreamt about taking you too, making you sob on their cocks as they fucked senselessly into you. and jisung? he literally dies the first time his pushes his cock into your tight ass, growling and digging his nails deeply into your skin. you're HIS and you can't forget that, even when you're so cock drunk.

it's a wonder how you can even take jisung to begin with. his cock was already huge before getting bit by chenle.

oh to live on a deserted island in a beautiful victorian mansion with my hot werewolf vampire-bitten boyfriend with his equally as hot vampire (boy)friends.

#[twn] halloween wonderland #[twn] hard thoughts #[twn] vampire!renjun #[twn] vampire!chenle #[twn] vampwolf!jisung #[twn] ask #[bestie] jenoslutie #renjun smut #chenle smut #nct jisung smut #jisung smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #kpop smut

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a kiss is the beginning of cannibalism.

#jeno icons #1950s #canibalism #archive moodboard #jeno moodboard #spotify #messy moodboard #symbols #moodboard nct #nct dream #vampire #dark moodboard #fypシ

[bedtime-history]

[#FCKNSTR] ⠀♱ 1896 𝒱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞ㅤܾㅤ

ii. ⠀ Stealing … Your Blood.

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[babbymochiiii]

⋆⁺₊⋆NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 1

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

✨note: here you will find writing for the 10 eldest members! In part two 👇🏼 you’ll find the 10 youngest members!

⭐️ note 2: please let it be known that this is only part 1 for part 2 the link is here

✨ main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🌕 MOON TAEIL: 1 WORK IN THE MAKING!

🐱 JOHNNY SUH:

Confession Letter: Johnny Suh

↪︎.3k words

↪︎ college student Johnny, reader insert, mention of stalking

↪︎ Synopsis: you give him a confession letter and he ends up being a stalker…

When He Replaces You: Johnny Suh

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ non idol Johnny, reader insert, angst

↪︎ Synopsis: where Johnny kept going to the cafe you worked at after everything ended

💋Angel: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 703 words

↪︎ angel! Johnny x ngs! reader, suggestive context about the one-night stand and the memories from that night they had together

↪︎synopsis: you had a one-night stand with angel! Johnny, to which you try to leave without him noticing, but he ends up cornering you ;)

🔞Birthday Surpirse: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 1.7k words

↪︎ idol! Johnny x afab! reader, smut, fluff, romance, established relationship, Johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom Johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

🌹 LEE TAEYONG:

Saved: Lee Taeyong

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ taeyong, reader insert, publicly being embarrassed, romance, fluff-ish

↪︎ Synopsis: where he saves you from embarrassment

🐙 NAKAMOTO YUTA:

Music Taste: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ .6k words

↪︎ non specific pairing, comedy, idol group NCT 127, second hand embarrassment,

↪︎ Synopsis: he likes the taste of your music

🔞Caught: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ 1k words

↪︎ NCT college au, heavy make outs, hickies, dry hunping, almost oral (f receiving), getting caught, smut

↪︎ Synopsis: you were heading to bed when you head a thump upstairs.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ Synopsis: they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎ 506 words

↪︎ idol yuta, reader insert, comedy, suggestive context about the piercing

↪︎ Synopsis: where you tell yuta about the speculations NCTzens have been making about a supposed tongue piercing, to which he admits.

💋 YUTA AS A ROCKSTAR:

↪︎ rockstar! yuta x afab! reader

🐻 QIAN KUN:

Excuse Me?: Qian Kun

↪︎ .7k words

↪︎ idol kun, reader insert, comedy, sexual tension

↪︎ Synopsis: you were caught saying something the moment he walked into the room.

🐰 KIM DOYOUNG:

🔞 I Just Wanna Be Yours: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 5k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, smut, angst, best friends to lovers, believing feelings are one sided, slight mention of an abusive adult, drinking and getting “drunk,” mention of sleeping with idols, make out, hickies, biting, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex without condom (y’all wrap that shit up we don’t want anything), call count of 3 times for daddy, after care.

↪︎ Synopsis: Upon getting drunk with one another, true feelings come spilling out.

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

↪︎ yandere yuta and doyoung, reader insert, angst, panic attacks, indecisive thoughts, manipulation

↪︎ they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

🔞Tag Team: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ idol doyoung, reader insert, reader’s best friend, smut, oral (m), a pretty heavy make out between reader and best friend (only once-), giving that sloppy toppy, DOYOUNG wanting to take control but couldn’t because the reader is >///< being dominant for the situation, slight possessiveness, just filth LMAO

↪︎ Synopsis: everyone’s been sharing the same sexual fantasy

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

↪︎ non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

↪︎synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

🧸 Calm: KIM DOYOUNG

↪︎synopsis: you had a really exhausting day at work and your boyfriend Doyoung knew exactly what you needed to help you feel better.

↪︎warnings: mental exhaustion, mention of people complaining and yelling, crying

↪︎word count: 717 words

🐱 TEN LEE:

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt.1

↪︎ 1.9k words

↪︎ idol! ten lee x ngs! reader ft. xiaojun, angst, crying, conflicted feelings, minor yelling, confronting on ten’s bs, break up, more crying, just angst and more angst

↪︎synopsis: you’ve noticed ten has been weird ever since his recent comeback, and with one text message it confirmed everything. But you weren’t going to let him do that to you through the phone so you confront him in person.

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt. 2

↪︎ 1.7k

↪︎idol! ten lee x ngs! reader, angst, missing one another, more crying, confrontation, minor yelling, even ore crying…it’s a lot of painful memories for the two folks, some sort of hopeful outcome for the two..?

↪︎synopsis: ten goes to your apartment to speak to you in person about everything that is going on between the two of you…will things clear up between you both?

🍑 JUNG JAEHYUN:

🔞Sir: Jung Jaehyun

↪︎ 1.1k words

↪︎ Jaehyun, reader insert (non gender), smut, dom!Jaehyun, being tied up, edging?, 2 call count of Sir, someone walking in, choking, palming, fingering/stroking, etc.

↪︎ Synopsis: you and Jaehyun have a secret fling, to which some of the members of 127 are getting suspicious.

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

↪︎ non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

↪︎synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

💋Valentines With Jaehyun

↪︎ established relationship! Jaehyun x reader; a little something something or v-day and for jaehyun’s birthday! 💌

🐥 DONG SICHENG:

[ 01:19 pm]

🐶 KIM JUNGWOO:

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

↪︎ non idol! doyoung, jaehyun, jungwoo x female! reader 🔞smut, some romance, some fluff, angst? public sex (2), slightly dom jungwoo, reader is a lil slutty for them, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight choking, cream pie (2), doyoung being a complete softy for you, doyoung being a pantie sniffer, pussy worshiping, "just the tip" scenario, doyoung is literally on his knees for you babes, mean but "soft" dom jaehyun, jaehyun humiliating you, dirty talk with some name calling, dacryphilia, sir count (1), oral (m & f), "threesome" (m x f x m) its more like a eiffel tower, voyeurism, after care, hand job, established relationship | pet names for reader: jungwoo: puppy, doyoung: bunny, jaehyun: baby | pet names from reader to them: jungwoo: Woo, doyoung: Doi, jaehyun: Jae

↪︎synopsis: Doyoung, Jungwoo, and Jaehyun each have a crush on you, while you do like 'em as well, but in order to find out if your shy nature with them is because you also feel the same way, they take things to the next level, by themselves and together.

[ 10:30 pm ]

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[neocentral]

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: vampire!jaemin x reader, brief mention of blood

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jaemin nosed at your throat, his burning breath contrasting his icy skin as he pressed himself against you. your hands gripped his muscular biceps as he slid his hands up and down your back, almost as if you tried to keep him at a distance despite craving him.

he took a deep breath, releasing it with a content sigh. you suddenly felt his tongue along the crevice of your neck. you shift in his lap, "jaem, not there."

jaemin simply huffed. then, a gentle bite, not enough to break the fragile skin but enough to have you squirming, longing for the sting and the pleasure that came with the sensation of him sucking your blood. "why not? you smell," he paused, sliding his nose along your veins gently, "so good here. so strong, so sweet."

you almost gave in, leaning your head to give him better access. you felt him grin, almost able to see the way his pearly fangs are exposed and his pink lips quirk upwards despite not being able to see him. you gave a gentle shake of your head as his tongue drags across the spot he was nosing at in the way he always does before the bite. "no, not again." you stop to think, aware of his persistent ways, "hurts..."

jaemin let out a breathy laugh, alternating between running his tongue over your heated flesh and nosing at it, deeply taking in your scent. "no, it doesn't. you like it here." he gently presses his teeth against you until you feel the pressure of his sharp teeth again, "you like it when i almost suck you dry. when i can fuck you just the way you like, when you're numb and weak."

you whine, recalling the many times it had occurred before, you roll your hips as his cold thigh flexes against your heat. "okay... fine. one last time."

jaemin grins again, sliding his freezing fingers up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he finally sinks his teeth into your neck, spilling blood.

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[staincastle]

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[imma-queencard]

Claiming what's mine.

Vampire Yuta Nct x Female Reader ft Mark.

Syn: Yuta had enough of your ignorance. He chose to take matter in his hands. To give you a glimpse. There is no point of delaying unless he wants you taken away by another man.

P.s: I completed my 100 followers on tumblr. I started writing on tumblr during lockdown and got carried away from tumblr for my medical studies. And,I wrote a piece after ages(actual ages!🥺). Okay,so,yeah, I love yuta so freaking much!I just got crushed over yuta so hard that it made me write for him. Omo. Enjoy.

You took your daily alley to reach your apartment faster. It was one of your daily route. The alley was never crowded, occasionally two or three people would pass by and you were one of those. You were afraid of hearing the stories of vampires running around the city. You tried not to trust them but still a chill ran down your spine thinking about the word 'vampire'. But what would if you get to see a creature flyin-

"AAAAAH!"You screamed when a man jumped out behind one of the pillars blocking your path. Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Yuta Nakamoto approaching you.

You huffed in relief,"Yuta! That's you! I was so scared!" You said panting hard. He just looked at you with a vacant look. You had known yuta for almost like two years? You met him in a bakery shop where he invited you to watch his football match that evening. From that day,he had been a friend of yours whom you trusted with your life.

"You alright yuta?" You ask touching his elbow. He surely looked a bit off. You looked into his eyes. His eyes were strange. Very strange. A different Yuta than the yuta you knew as your buddy.

"Y/N..what are you doing here.. This late?" he asked staring at you. You suddenly felt uncomfortable with the way he was looking at you.

"Mark needed help so i'm returning home now?" You replied. Your coworker Mark could be so careless sometimes. You were about to say him how tiring it was for you to work up this late in his project but swallowed a lump seeing his eye changing it's color when he heard the name of Mark.

"You really don’t understand, do you? " he asked twisting the corner of his lips "Always into Mark. Mark is this, Mark is that.. Disgusting!" he spat. "We will end his chapter today,won't we?"smirked taking slow steps towards you. You instantly took a few steps back.

"Yu-yuta.. Your eyes..." you whispered staring into his now red eyes. His aura seemed so different.

He didnt respond to your words rather took another step forward and laughed,"So naive to understand that you are already claimed. " His fangs flashed under the moonlight while smirking.

You furrowed hearing his words. "wha-what are you?" You asked in shock when he suddenly appeared in front of you in a blink. Light speed!

"What do you think I'm,sweetie?" he chuckled plucking one of your hair strands behind your ear.

Vampire. Your pupil dilated in fear.

You cursed yourself for befriending a random man that day.. But you thought you knew him very well... You cursed yourself again for not listening to your mom and for not bringing the stake with you.

"Your scent...." he sniffed the air. "His scent.." he growled and gripped your wrist making you winch in pain. Your fingers instinctively moving inside your bag to find the stake hoping maybe it was with you in any chance or in any miracle. Maybe you didnt leave it at home.

"Left the stake inside your house,kitty?tsk tsk.." he smirked and gripped your chin to face you towards him. He ran his tongue over his lips as his eyes travelled from your frightened eyes to your lips," I never wanted to end up claiming my little kitty like that..We need something comfortable for the night, don't we?" He chuckled seeing you close your eyes in fear. You tried to move away your face to the opposite side earning a growl.

"Don't defy me.." he whispered huskily snaking his cold arms around your waist to pull you closer. Your whole body trembled feeling his body against yours. Your body is under fire despite his cold hands wrapping around you,securing you in his charm.

"Yuta.. Please.." you murmured helplessly.

"What?You rather want Mark's body pressed up against you like that?" he asked and pinched your chin. His eyes glowing all red. His canines trying to come out and mark what was his. Only his.

"No.. Leave me please.." you managed to utter. He chuckled at your words, "Don't beg me like this darling..with those puppy eyes."

"Wha-" your words cut off when all of a sudden your back pressing up against a wall inside the alley with his body grinding against you.

"Open those damn eyes. Look straight into my eyes and tell me what do you see there." he said and pulled his face down to give a quick peck on your lips then trailing your clavicle with his tongue. You cry out in fear gripping his forearm tight,your knees wobbling. It felt so right though it was so full of wrong.

"Plea-please yuta.. Don't bi-bite"

"Ooh darling. You are meant to be bitten by me..mmmh you smell so good. Your engorging veins make me go all crazy...make me do the things which we only should do behind a closed door." Your ears turned red in embarrassment as he kept cooing into your ear like petting a child with compliments,"You're so tiny to fit into my arms,sweetie.. So tiny that I fear of breaking you into thousand ruined pieces. The pieces that I,only I,Yuta Nakamoto can repair with his fingers.."

He smirked staring into your eyes,"I know I make your knees weak like a feather,sweetie.."

"Just say you want me the way I want you. Just mutter those simple words to me,baby. Tell me you love me,you worship me,you want me,you are in need of me." he demanded pressing your arms over your head. Pinning you completely against the wall.

"I-I hate you!" You screamed, cheeks all red.

"Noo! Fucki-don't you dare little one.." he hissed showing off his fangs,aiming at your neck,"Don't tempt me on this night of full moon! You dont want me?Whom do you want?That pathetic weak Maark?"

"Are we really choosing that pathetic,weak,human shit over me?" He asked looking at you. You looked away blinking and muttered,"at least he knows how to treat a woman which you completely lack of."

"So I never treated you right in these days,hmm? Or It's just your eyes always fixated on him so much that you overlook my every attempt to reach your heart,huh?" he asked pushing his knee between your knees. Your breath hitched. You looked at him. He was looking dangerously both hot and detrimental at the same time. You whimpered in his scent when he sniffed your carotid artery,brushing your skin with his cold yet delicate lips,"answer me senorita.." he murmured placing a wet kiss over your carotid artery.

"I fucking tried to court you like a gentleman.. Letting you wander of as you please without claiming what's mine on the very first day," he paused. "And in return what I got? You returning home every single night wearing another man's scent plastered all over your body...hmm?" he said in one go with a fierce look fixed upon you.

You moaned hearing those words earning a giggle from him,"does he make you weak like this? Throbbing at every single word left my sinister lips.."

"No-nonsense.." you mumbled looking away in embarrassment and pushed him lightly. He chuckled and let go of you. He knew what exactly he was doing to you. Compelling you,seducing you to his den. Like his little prey. Cooing the prey into his den to savor it well like a real hunter.

You bit down your lips and adjust your dress which he managed to take it upwards to your thighs. You shivered feeling his intense stare at you. You gulped when you see him approaching you again.

"St-stop"

"Run,my love. Just run as fast as you can before I take you right here" he laughed brushing his hair with his hand. You gave him one last look and started running towards your home.

"Go home and take the stake with you. I want to see how this piece of wooden shit stops me from claiming what's mine." he whispered into your ear while running past you.

You stopped in your tracks. You watched him getting vanished from the alley with his inhumane speed. You sighed in frustration because you clearly knew his destination. Not other than. Your home.

You knew no matter how and wherever you ran,you would always ended up in his cage. He would be waiting for you there like a hunter.

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[imnotjaesblog]

Come to Me Like, You'll Swallow Me Up

Starring: Yuta Nakamoto

Genre: Enemies to Lover, Angst, Smut (Dom.Yuta, Semi Sub Y/n). Fluff. Little of a slow burn.

Warning: Smoking, Choking, and Glass Breaking.

Words: 11k

MINORS DO NOT READ

Yuta paced back and forth in his chamber. His index finger tapped against his chin. He chewed on his bottom-lip heels rubbing against the red velvet carpet. The fire at the fireplace cracked lighting up the specific area of the room Yuta was away from. He anticipated your arrival in his bedroom. Wondering what you had done with so many other rooms.

Maybe you didn't choose his room because you knew where it was. You wanted to keep your distance from him because you disliked him. Yuta's bluntness always seemed to get him in trouble. Always so outspoken and two steps ahead of everyone else. What irked most people about him was his inability to care about what anyone else did or thought of him.

Accept right now. Now he wondered if you really truly disliked him. He got the overall vibe from you that you weren't interested, but then again there were times you remained in the room when he walked him. Your eyes followed his frame when he left or instead of leaving the room, you stayed to argue with him. Maybe that meant something, Yuta wasn't the best at expressing his emotions. He walked back to his window halting his pacing. It was bad for his head. It made him overthink and resulted in a very painful headache. He looked out the window promising to himself he'd get you to not be afraid of him. That was the conclusion he came to. Like most people, you were scared of him. He didn't want that for himself or you. Not only for the transition to work but as someone who desired to even be your friend he didn't want you to be scared of him. Maybe there was a way to fix that, he just had to try.

And it's like the Gods were listening. When he looked down he saw you curiously disappearing into the Blood Maze. With wide eyes and a sudden rush, he fled his chambers and went down to find you before you got too far, lost in the Blood Maze.

When he ran down the stairs past the Golden Earth he ran to the golden gates in front of the Blood Maze. For the first time, no one was guarding them. He cursed to himself seeing the ajar open the gate. He ran down the small steps and pushed the gate open. Clouds covered the sunlight. The once bright morning had become a gloomy afternoon. It seemed to always rain more often than not ever since they moved here. At least it helped the garden.

You wondered endlessly around the Blood Maze following the sound of what was only known as a cry. The crying grew louder as you wandered through the maze searching for the person that cried a loud cry. It wasn't a cry of sadness, help, or pain. A cry of longing and loneliness. Your fingers touched the red bushes on the wall. "Hello!" you called searching endlessly throughout the long maze. "I am here to help you! Tell me where you are!" you shouted over the loud thunder. The roses once white covered in red only known as blood. As you picked up your pace you heard rustling behind you. You hadn't turned your head instead you kept running in the direction of the crying.

Meanwhile, Yuta was on your tail. He could smell your scent from miles away. He knew the direction you were going in. Thankfully running to the opposite end of the maze far from the building that connected to it. You were running into the West Wing courtyard where the blood fountain was placed.

Thunder could be heard from the skies above. Small raindrops that patted on leaves turned into large ones strong enough to break them from their branches. Yuta saw when you turned the corner. He knew you had to be chasing something. The maze was designed to draw you in. A sorcerer cursed it to hold the same abilities as the vampires. You felt a need to run towards it instead of away even when you knew you should. It worked in the vampire's favor. Able to draw in small animals to feast on, however, most humans who traveled in never returned. Which is why it was so heavily gated. You ran out of the maze rain pouring down your body. It poured so hard you tried to wipe your eyes to see but your vision was blurry from the added fog. You walked among the grass of the courtyard where you saw a light post. You hung to it looking around from the person you had heard crying. The crying had stopped and all you heard was the rain that plopped onto the black metal benches and on statues. The Foutain in the middle hidden by the fog began to overflow. Irene from afar had shut the blood that poured out draining the blood so the two would not mix.

Yuta stepped out of the maze searching for you. Hair and clothes sticking to him he worriedly searched. He knew the maze was no place for a human. It drains your energy, most humans went hours without realizing how long they traveled in the maze. When found your body limp on the light post he ran to you. He checked your face seeing your eyes half open. He cursed to himself swinging you over his shoulder and running to the nearest entrance. He stepped onto the glass floor feeling his legs wobble. It wasn't because of your size, he just hadn't had anything to eat yet. Irene and Yeri came to his side followed by Seulgi. They took you from his arms while Wendy and Joy carried him to his chambers so he may eat.

When you woke you jerked from your bed. Irene ran to your side but hadn't asked if you were okay. Her lips didn't move she just stared at you with concerned eyes. You looked into hers breathing rather heavily. Your heart raced a nightmare flowed through your slumber. Blood and death, caused not by the vampires but by you. You tried to shake your mind off the evil thoughts but couldn't. Seulgi came to your side with a glass of water. She handed it to you and you accepted in thanking her once you gulped it down. They also changed your clothes for you and fixed your hair. "Thank you," you said. Seulgi only nodded taking the cup from your hands. "I haven't had much time to thank you for everything you've done for me," You said to the three girls. Yeri smiled shaking her head waving her hand motioning to you that it was alright. These girls were already used to it.

"And if you don't mind me asking…" you trailed looking at each girl and then back at Irene who sat next to your bed. They all waited for you to speak. "Why is it that I've never heard you speak? You are all silent. I've never end heard you breathe. Are you vampires too?" you asked. Seulgi shook her head and smiled bringing a cool rag to your head. You gently pushed her hand away. "Why don't you speak?" you asked looking directly into her eyes. She sat back caught off guard by your boldness. Just as she was about to speak the door opened and Yuta came in.

"Y/n your awake," he said walking further inside the bedroom. He looked less pale than he did this morning, more refreshed. The three girls bowed leaving the room to just Yuta and you. He watched as they left. They closed the door behind them. You feel less comfortable sitting up on the bed you laid in. You cleared your throat as Yuta lit up a cigarette by the fireplace. Once it lit he walked back to you sitting in a chair not far from your bed. You eyed him from your spot.

"What? Mad that I didn't sit with you?" he teased cigarette between his teeth. You scoffed pushing the warm blanket past your legs and grabbing your phone. You hadn't checked your phone in days. When you opened it you saw so many missed calls and texts from Jeno. Eyes widened you opened them reading them to yourself.

May 6th, 2023 10:23 pm Jeno- I miss you

May 7th, 2023 3:09 am Jeno- I'm sorry if that was lame. I just miss you.

May 10th, 2023 7:12 am Jeno- I was thinking if it would be okay if I came over? There are some things I want to get off my chest.

May 10th, 2023 3:00 pm Jeno- Just forget it then. I wanted to fix things with you but this is exactly what I'm talking about.

May 11th, 2023 5:06 am Jeno- I'm sorry. Can we just talk?

May 15th, 2023 7:15 pm Jeno-I saw those flowers you like. Thought of you.

May 16th, 2023 Today at 1:02 am Jeno: If you want me to leave you alone just tell me. But if not please there's something I need to tell you. It's about those guys you hang out with. Read

Jeno-…

Jeno- I saw you read my texts. Please met me at our old spot. Read.

You went to answer but the sound of glass meeting the table followed by a loud sigh caught your attention. You turned to see Yuta's glass placed on the table and cigarette in his hand. He chuckled placing the cigarette down, a grin wide spread on his cheeks. "Pathetic," he said taking another puff. "What?" you asked. Yuta raised a brow at you, legs crossing over the other. "Are you that clueless or are you doing it on purpose?" he asked hand holding the cigarette motioning to you and then your phone. "He's begging for your attention not because he feels bad but because you won't bite. Yet here you are ready to respond," He says taking another swig of his drink.

You held your phone down. "How did you know it was him? Did you open my phone?" you asked turning as Yuta stood up from his seat. He shook his head pushing the chair in and standing at the end of the small table hand leaning on a chair. "I don't have to read your messages I can tell by your body language. By the look on your face and to be honest, your phone has gone off like crazy, and being that you two just broke up not too long ago, guilty by association it leads me to believe it's him," he said.

"Or am I wrong?" he asks. You roll your eyes and stick your phone in your pocket. Letting out a huff you decide you didn't want to argue with him again today. You made your way to the door ready to turn the knob until you felt a hand on your wrist. "What do you want from me Yuta?" you ask still focusing on the golden door knob. You don't move and neither does he. He keeps his hand over your wrist preventing you from turning the knob. "Am I wrong?" he asks again. "Wrong about what? Jeno? You already guessed correctly," you said back still turned to him. When you realize he won't let go you let out a frustrated sigh. "Look I don't know what you want from me but if this is how you plan to keep talking to me then this isn't gonna work. A friendship, relationship even us being friendly neighbors won't come true if you keep treating me this way," you say honestly but still avoided his eyes. He remained silent and listened to every word.

"You always tease me and make me feel so low. You say the most spine-chilling things sometimes and I don't understand why. Do you like people being scared of you? Do you like the fact that you are unapproachable? Listen, I know you have been very kind to me when it comes to me staying here and I have no right to tell you what to do or where to go in your own home but I will no longer let you talk to me like I'm one of your brothers. You can't scare me or boss me around like you do to them, okay?" You say holding back a few breaths just so you wouldn't overspill on your words. If you said too much he could use it against you later on to tease you or entice you to fight with him.

"I don't know how to speak with you. You are very complicated," he said eyes focused on the back of your head. You turned to face him and he stepped back but his hand still remained above yours. You didn't understand what he meant. You had been everything but complicated. You weren't submissive but you weren't rude or confusing. You never overcomplicated things so what was he talking about?

You scoffed. "Complicated? Are you even listening to yourself? You don't know me at all Yuta," You shook your head in disbelief. You let your head fall, and you felt the headache approaching. Taking your health into account you decided to pull your hand away and leave. You opened the door turning your head slightly. "I was looking forward to all of us becoming close. Maybe we can if You weren't so complicated," You said walking out into the hallway and closing the door behind you leaving Yuta alone.

You had found yourself in Doyoung's chamber which Jaehyun was in but left to take care of something. He left you alone with Doyoung which was a bit awkward. It had been a minute since you were both alone together.

"Doyoung," you said looking at him from the window where you sat. His nose which was once stuck in a book quickly turned up in your direction. "Yes?" he asked. You played with your fingers feeling the small frog in your throat. You were never this nervous around anyone, not even when you published your first book. You let out a breath avoiding his eyes and looked towards the sun that peeked through the gray clouds. "What's the real reason you haven't spoken to me?" you asked still keeping your eyes away from him. "I deserve to know," you said. Doyoung smiled setting the book down and coming in your direction. You stay on the bay window the velvet couch underneath you tickling your exposed skin from the new dress you were wearing. Doyoung came behind you sitting down and holding you in his arms. Your head lay pressed against his chest while you played with the hem of your yellow dress. He closed his eyes while he rest his arms around you. "I still think of you," he whispered softly into your ear. His warm breath fanning your neck. He smiled against your skin seeing the faint marks of his teeth on your neck just below your ear. "I want to spend all my time with you," he said lips dangerously close to your neck. "But your not only mine," he said.

You thought about his words. You turned your neck to face him hands over his arms. "You avoided me to give your brothers a chance?" you asked. His eyes were closed but he nodded. You turned back it all making sense now. No wonder Yuta sent you to Jaehyun that morning and not Doyoung. They took turns getting to know you and them instead of all at once. You widened your eyes realizing today might have been your day with Yuta. No wonder he didn't send you anywhere. There's nowhere else to go. Then you remembered the argument you two shared and slouch into Doyoung's arms. "What's the matter? he asked swaying side to side slowly with you in his arms. You sighed. "I fought with Yuta again. We can't seem to get along," You said. Yuta chuckled opening his eyes and feeling the slight burn from the sun. It faded once a cloud covered the bright star. "My brother had the hardest time dealing with people. You see he's had the saddest story of all of us. He isn't used to people loving him as much as they fear him," he said keeping you in his cool embrace.

"He doesn't exactly know how to deal with power. He's always had it. Once the leader of the thieves and now the eldest brother he's used to being in charge. He doesn't know what to do when something or someone more powerful is around him," he said. You sat up turning to face him hand on his chest. You raised a brow once you met his eyes. "So I'm complicated because I'm powerful? That doesn't make much sense," you said. Doyoung chuckled eyes now opened. He shrugged nodding his head. "When you put it that way it does not. He has no sense most times when he is dealing with someone like you. Remember you are the key to saving and ending his life, that is a lot of power to hold whether you realize it or not," he said making sure you understand the ability you had over all of them. They desired, trusted, and loved you, not only because you were you but because of the power you held. Which also made them just as scared of you as you were of them.

You knew what Doyoung meant. No questions needed to be asked he was clear as day. Yuta was sacred of you not you of him. I mean of course he made you nervous and made you jump here and there but you weren't deathly afraid of him. Most times you felt bad for him and his brothers. Yuta and Doyoung never choose this life for themselves and Jaehyun had no other choice if he wanted to survive alongside them and not become a meal. Maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh to him, it's just sometimes all he does is egg you on. Doyoung pulled away from you and your eyes followed him. He pulled an invitation out of his pocket. "There is a ball we are hosting tonight. People from all over the world will be joining us," he said handing you the letter. You took the beige envelope with the red stamp from his hands. "You are invited," he said bowing to you. He stood back up a smile on his face. "Also," he said turning to his side. He pulled out a signal rose. "Will you accompany me to the ball?" he asked bowing again, letting one knee touch the ground. He held his hand out to use, and you place your hand in his. He didn't hold it until you responded. You nodded sometimes you forget he used to be a prince. "I will accompany you to tonight's ball," you said. He held your hand in his standing up. Your body followed his and his grin was wide.

"Great now you may go dress shopping with Yuta," He said nonchalantly. Your heart fell and your eyes widened. "I'm sorry what?" you asked unable to hold it in. Doyoung nodded watching as your hand fell from his. "Yuta will help you find a dress for tonight. Jaehyun is taking care of something in the cellar and I had to prepare the party. Yuta is the only one available to tend to your needs," he said letting his hand settle behind his back. He knew you two weren't getting along but he couldn't be selfish with you even though he wanted to be. He wanted to take you and run off. He wanted to be the only one to touch you and kiss you. He wanted to be the only one to love you even when you were old and grey. But instead, he shared the same dreams with his brothers.

"Irene or Yeri can't take me?" you asked. You silently begged him to say yes. You still weren't ready to be confronted with Yuta. Doyoung shook his head. "They will be here, accept Selugi. She will travel with you but you have to go with one of us," he said. "Why?" you asked crossing your arms over your chest. "Because we must buy the dress for you. And anything else you'd like," he said making his way to the door. He grabbed his jacket helping you put it on. If he couldn't be with you, he'd give you a piece of himself like Yuta had done the first night you arrived to stay. You sighed adjusting the sleeves, they slipped past your hands but it wasn't too bad. "Are you sure I can't go with you or Jaehyun?" you asked for the final time, hoping the answer would be different. Doyoung shook his head. "I'm sorry but he is the only one. And it is only a dress you'll be back in no time!" he said trying to lift your spirits.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him making your way to the exit.

When you arrived downstairs alongside Doyoung you saw the car parked just outside the front entrance. You sighed stepping closer and closer to the vehicle that Yuta leaned on. With a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes and an umbrella over his head, he removed the cigarette from his lips, taking one last hit before he threw it away. He grinned once you arrived teeth on his display. Doyoung walked you up to Yuta holding his own umbrella. "I shall see you later tonight," Doyoung said placing his hand on the small of your back. He leaned down, kissing just below your ear before he walked away, leaving you to Yuta.

"Are you ready?" he asked. You sighed covering the sun from your eyes. The rain had cleared up. Most days the rain didn't last as long, only about an hour or two before it cleared. The skies weren't blue but they weren't dark anymore either. They were cloudy but the sun still peeked through the clouds every once in a while. "Let's just get this over with, okay? I didn't choose to be here," You said walking to the opposite side of the car. Yuta chuckled leaning off the car door. He opened it sitting behind Seulgi who sat in the driver's seat. She had closed the umbrella placing it in the passenger seat beside her. Yuta removed his sunglasses putting them back in the case. "Don't you need them?" You asked. He shook his head tapping on the dark windows. "These are tinted. They block the sun," he said. You nodded turning away. You placed your elbow by the window and your head on your hand looking at the scenery as you drove to pick out a gown.

"Do you like it here?" Yuta asked fifteen minutes into the drive. The silence he usually welcomed but right now it was killing him. This would never work if he didn't just get over himself and talk to you like a normal person. "Huh?" you asked lost in your own thoughts for a brief moment before he interrupted. "Do you like it here? With us?" he asked again. You looked over at him, his eyes already on yours. "Oh," you said turning away slowly back to the window. You nodded. "Yeah, I do. It can be fun," You responded. Yuta nodded his head a small smile on his face. He wished he was a better host to you, but he's glad his brothers have done well.

"I'm happy to hear that. I wouldn't want your stay to be uncomfortable or make you feel unwelcomed," he said mushing whatever words he could think of to form a proper or somewhat proper sentence. "Really? All you've done is make me feel uncomfortable," You responded back thinking to yourself all the times Yuta flirted with you or teased you about something. All the times he called you out on your behavior, like the morning with Doyoung. Or read your mind and told you what you were thinking. Yuta sighed he was starting to become frustrated. To him, this is what made you complicated. He was making an effort and you refused to see it! Were you just blind or were you doing it on propose? He looked over at Seulgi through the mirror. She shook her head at him, pursing her lips then nudged her head at you. Yuta shrugged back unsure of what to do.

You kept your eyes away starting to feel bored with the long car ride. You weren't sure where you were going or how long it'd take to get there. You could take a nap to pass the time but you didn't feel tired so instead you counted the cars that drove past you. Yuta sighed tongue swiping through his bottom lip as he thought of something to say. "Look, Y/n I really meant what I said. I want this to be enjoyable for you," he looked back into the mirror as he spoke making contact with Seulgi. She nudged her head again to continue with his confession. You smiled to yourself, he was actually trying. He sighed. "And it was never my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. So I'd like to say I'm sorry for how I've acted towards you. I've been a terrible host and I'm sorry," he apologized head turned away from you in embarrassment. You turned to face him. His head was low and no longer looking in your direction.

"It's alright," you said causing Yuta to lift his head up surprised eyes finding yours. "Really?" he asked. He couldn't believe it was that easy. You forgave him so fast, he had fully convinced himself he'd have to give you the moon for your forgiveness. You chuckled showing off your beautiful smile to him. "Look I can tell your trying to make things better and I appreciate it. However, this doesn't mean all is forgiven. We still got some work to do," you said causing Yuta to smile.

You both had finally arrived to pick out a dress. Yuta had taken you to a bouquet owned by a little old woman. Her husband owned the tailor shop where the boys would get their suits. They had each promised the old woman that one day they would bring someone in whether it was to have a dress or a suit made for their lover. Yuta was fulfilling his promise today with you.

When you both walked inside Seulgi remained by the chair next to the door. The old woman was used to Seulgi by this point and her odd behavior. She usually left her alone with a glass of water beside her since she didn't speak to her. Then again she didn't speak to anyone. When you arrived first the old lady came from behind the counter after seeing Yuta walk in behind you. She smiled brightly as she greeted Yuta. She turned to you sending you a smile and then looked back to Yuta. "Who might this be?" she asked looking back at you. She looked you up and down then back at Yuta. "This is my friend Y/n she's here for one of your gowns. My brothers and I are hosting a ball, but I wanted you to make her something special," he said. You glanced at him for a couple more seconds than you intended to. Yuta wanted to bring you here? Being that he is friendly with the old lady this place must be important to him in some way. The old lady turned back to you and smiled. She clasped her hands together. "Oh, that is lovely. So thoughtful of you Yuta," she said touching his arm. A small hint of pink bloomed on Yuta's cheeks but he hid it turning away to greet the old lady's husband.

After some time of trying dresses on and off you couldn't seem to find the right one. Yuta had left with the older man to try on his suit leaving you with the old woman whose name you learned is Jennifer. Jennifer had helped you into and out of many different gowns and made the same faces you did when you didn't like one or when one just didn't feel right. "Maybe pink?" she asked looking at you through the long mirror. You were currently in dress number eight and it was a gold dress. It just didn't fit the overall vibe you were hoping for. You shook your head turning to the small steps to get off the stand. Jennifer helped you unzip the dress and let you get changed behind the curtain. As you got changed Yuta returned in his suit that wasn't hundred percent finished yet, it was almost there but Jennifer's husband Lewis took a break.

"How's everything?" he asked sitting next to Jennifer on the cream-colored couch. Jennifer sighed shaking her head. "Not very well. We haven't decided on a dress yet," she said looking in the direction of the curtains that rustled every so often. She sighed again watching the curtains. "I hope this is one," she said smiling to herself. Yuta leaned down to her. "I picked this one out myself. I think it will be perfect," she said excited to see you in the gown she picked out just for you. Yuta knew Jennifer had an eye for fashion and was just like her husband. It's why he's continued to come here for so long. He knew her grandparents when they first opened the bouquet. She had her mother's eye for fashion. She took care of him and he took care of her. She knew of his secret identity outside of what he presented to the world. She knew what he was and his brothers but she promised to never tell, and never did.

"Do you like her?" Jennifer asked out of the blue. Yuta's felt his heart leap for a moment. He brushed off his nerves with a scoff. Jennifer pursed her lips at his reaction swaying to herself. She was no fool, she knew when a man fancied a girl. She could tell he had it bad for you, from the moment you walked in and he insisted she cancel any appointments to tend to your needs. Even booked you a private room to try on the dresses when most girls only book the room for their sweet fifteen, sixteen, or wedding.

"What?" Yuta asked still shocked by the sudden question. Jennifer chuckled cheekbones rising. "What? Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?" she asked slight attitude in her voice. She turned to Yuta looking into his eyes. "It's very obvious you like her," she said sitting closer to him. "Why not ask her out?" she asked nudging his arm. Yuta shook his head and adjusted his perfectly fine shirt.

"No no," he waved his hand. "I can't see doesn't feel the same," he said hurt by his own words. Jennifer sighed patting his back. "I'm sure that's not true. I saw the way she looked at you and the way you looked at her. And I've been around for a long time just like you have so I'm surprised you still haven't picked up on these things," she said chuckling her wrinkles meeting under her eyes. Yuta chuckled back nodding his head. He was older than her but she will always be smarter than he is when it comes to romance. I mean it's been many decades for him and he still isn't married. Jennifer has been with Lewis for over forty years and has three kids so clearly she has done well in that department of life.

"Okay, I think this one looks good!" you shouted from behind the curtain. Jennifer touched Yuta's hand telling him to stay to get his reaction to the dress. She told him it was to get his opinion but really she just wanted to see his reaction to your beauty. She nodded standing up and waiting for you to come out. "Okay show us dear," she replied making sure she wasn't blocking Yuta's view. The curtain pulled back and you came out in a deep purple ball gown. The hem of the skirt is covered with black lace.

The cut on the front of the dress exposed the tops of your breast but they didn't spill out instead they rested along with the corset preventing them from moving. The dress is outlined in black lace and dark sparkles at the end of the gown made you look enchanting. Yuta's eyes widened, jaw falling to the floor as you stepped outside. You looked just as beautiful as you did yesterday. You looked just as gorgeous as you did at the previous ball. You looked just as perfect as the night he first saw you move into your home next to his. He stood up eyes meeting your eyes. He made sure his mouth had closed but his eyes couldn't help but wander all over you. He admired you for the beauty you are. Your eyes, lips, skin, smell, body and hair everything perfect. However, you looked like no matter what, you were perfect to him. Jennifer smiled a blush on her cheeks as she watched the two of you interact. She figured her work was done, you had found your dress. She quietly walked away and waited for you both a the resister.

"You look…" he began but the words died on his tongue. He had never been this speechless in his entire life. He didn't know what to say or think in the presence of you on a normal day but imagine now. Now standing before home dressed like an absolute queen. He felt like the only appropriate thing to do was get on his knees and beg for you to allow him to even look at you. But instead, he didn't and continued to take in your sight.

"Do you like it?" you asked swaying around so the dress would dance with your frame. You smiled turning to the mirror and seeing the dress for yourself. Perfect you thought. This was the perfect dress for you to wear tonight. Yuta still hadn't answered your question but you really hadn't noticed. Not until you asked again drawing him from his trance. "Yuta?" you called. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes met yours. "Yes?" he asked.

"Do you like it?" you asked again a bright smile on your face. You enjoyed parties and couldn't wait to wear this dress tonight. You waited for his response as he twirled in the dress to pass the long seconds. You didn't need his approval but it would be nice to hear he liked it at least. "Yuta?-"

"It looks alright," he said gulping. You scoffed stepping away from him. Alright? You looked alright? I mean you understand he didn't have to say something crazy I mean your not his lover but he was never shy to flirt with you before. All you wanted was to hear something nice, maybe that you looked pretty in the dress like a normal person would say if you looked nice. But what was a description like alright supposed to do for you? You walked off behind the curtain a little hurt by Yuta's words. Yuta had finally come to his senses realizing what he said. He went to chase after you but realized it was too late. Soon you came out in your old clothes. Yuta bought the dress and you both drove back to the manor and once again awkward car ride.

When you walked into an empty bedroom to get dressed you were welcomed by Irene and Wendy. They stood next to a vanity holding a hair brush and some makeup. The girls smiled when you walked in greeting you with a wave. You walked in annoyed the door busting open. The door seconds from closing was busted open again by a frustrated Yuta right on your tail. The two girls took this as their time to leave. They brushed past the two of you ushering Yeri to leave as she, unaware went to join in getting you ready. Wendy closed the door behind her and left down the hallway until you were ready. You huffed when you saw Yuta behind you. "Why are you following me?! I thought I told you to leave me alone!" you shouted at him your hands waving around in anger.

"Why must you make my life difficult?!" you shouted at him again. Your hands slammed on the table in front of you. You let out a frustrated huff as your nails scraped against the table forming into two fists. You felt your head start to pound from the tension in the room. "Difficult?!" Yuta asked stepping closer to you, boot heels pressing into the carpet.

"I am not difficult! You, my dear on the other hand are quite difficult," he said chest heaving. He shook his head in disbelief small strands of hair falling in front of his forehead. Your face felt hot, full of anger. Everything you've felt over the last couple of months was erupting to the surface. Every sly comment and argument boiling up to the surface after being suppressed for so long was coming out of you because of Yuta.

"I am difficult? I can not believe that you can stand there and tell me that I am the difficult one. Yuta I've been with you all for months and every time I see you or speak to you you've never once said anything nice to me. You speak to me like I'm some scared lonely puppy who you believe will do everything you say like your brothers do!" Your fingers rubbed your temples. You felt your head pounding as fast as your heart.

"And let me be clear I do not expect anything from you. I do not expect a formal welcome or a kiss on the cheek. I do not expect a profession of love but what I do want, the only thing I want from you is to treat me like a decent human being. You haven't even taken to the chance to get to know me, to possibly become my friend," you took a pause for breath. "But I will not beg you. I will not beg you to treat me right nor be my friend," you said gathering yourself to leave. After tonight you were going back to your home and staying away from here, at least from Yuta.

You went to leave turning away from Yuta and completely shutting him out. You have had enough of this treat me. If you wouldn't take it from Jeno, you certainly were not going to take it from Yuta. Who did he even think he was? You thought as you reached the door turning the knob. Was he out of his mind-?

“You sleep on your right side because it’s more comfortable," he began lighting a cigarette. He took a puff and then held it down to his side. He nodded to himself his body turned to his side towards the window. Once he let out the smoke he began again. "You have a beauty mark right under your eye but it’s usually hidden under your makeup so you draw it back in. Your skin is sensitive so you make sure to have extra sunscreen when going outside. You have a small scar on your shoulder and another on your hand. You hate cigarettes and can’t stand that I have one right now. You love to watch movies and read books-“

“Everyone watches movies-“ you protested now looking in his direction. “Yea but you dream of one of your books becoming a movie someday so that everyone can experience the stories you tell,” he said. He paid for a moment eyes finding yours. “You love the color green and you hate the color yellow. You prefer winter over summer because when wearing a swimsuit you are insecure even though you have nothing to stress about. You enjoy traveling but would rather stay inside. You prefer cookies over cake and cupcakes over pie. You like how the color purple looks on you but not pink. You have a mole on your left thigh in the shape of a cloud,�� he paused letting out a breath. Frustrated hands flew around when he spoke.

“You smell like Rosemary but when a person gets really close to you they can smell the sweetness of vanilla from your skin. You prefer to always be clean and fresh every morning and night and your soap is honey-scented. You don’t wear much perfume and prefer gold jewelry or silver. When you can’t sleep at night sometimes you hum a song to yourself that I assume someone very close to you used to sing. You have long lashes but you struggle to curl them. Your eyes sparkle every time they meet mine and you hate driving and only do it when you have to,” he said eyes staring into yours.

"I know you are in love with my brothers and they are in love with just as much as my heart longs for you," he said as he moved closer to you now inches away from you. The door that was once opened slowly closed as the knob slipped through your fingers. "My heart longs for like it has for no other. You are everything I am not, you are better because of this you deserve the absolute world," he said cigarette long gone. He stepped closer to you hovering over you. You looked up into his eyes and saw that same sparkle he was talking about before. You felt the tears slip out of your eyes and past your hot cheeks at not only his profession of love but that he paid attention. He knew every detail about you and knew everything about you. Unaware of his love for you, you didn't know what else to do but grab him by his face and kiss him.

He held his hands on your hips pulling you closer to his frame. He ran his hands down to the back of your thighs patting the back of them. You jumped and he caught you wrapping your legs around his waist. He smiled into the kiss as he pressed you up against the bookshelf behind you. Knocking down different old books Jaehyun left for storage, not even paying attention as they fell to the ground. Yuta kissed down from your lips holding your jaw steady as he sucked and licked the skin from your jaw to your neck. Your head fell back hitting some books behind you. You didn't even feel the pain of the books. Lost in Yuta's touch your eyes fluttered closed as he sucked on your warm skin.

He smirked watching the beautiful reactions you gave him. "Are you going to do well for me baby? Gonna let me ruin you?" he asked essence of lust and tease laced in his voice. You nodded feeling the wetness that slipped past your thighs, forming a pool in your panties. "I can smell you," Yuta whispered against your neck. His hand held the back of your head cradling it in his large hand. You felt your whole body become warm at his comment, feeling shy all of a sudden. You tried to hide your face away but Yuta's hold was too strong to move away. "You smell so good baby," he placed a kiss on your neck. His hand left your head sliding down your body and palming you through your pants. You moaned at the contact from his fingers. He wasn't even fully touching you yet and already you were becoming undone in his arms.

"I wanna taste you, baby. You'll let me taste you right?" he asked dark lustful eyes looking into yours. He began to pull up the skirt of your yellow dress gripping at your plush thighs. His nails dragged down your skin tickling you as he waited for your answer. You felt the flutter in your stomach appear when he placed you over his tightening bludge. The only thing covering you were your panties and his black dress pants. He trusted against you letting you know exactly how hard and ready he was for you.

"You feel so good like this baby. I can feel how wet you are," he let his eyes flutter shut as he kept his slow moments with his hips on your pussy. A hushed moan escaped your lips causing him to grin. He opened his eyes looking at where your legs were spread for him letting his cock rub against you. He yanked you from the bookshelf, walking to the vanity. He threw everything off, all the makeup and hair products landing hard on the floor. He kicked the vanity chair back with you in his arms lips attached to yours. The chair fell hard against the floor one of the legs breaking. But Yuta or you didn’t care, you didn’t even hear it. He sat you on top of the vanity spreading your legs wide as he looked deeply into your eyes. He leaned down letting your dress rise up to your waist as he slightly lifted your legs to fit more comfortably around him. He kissed down your thighs meeting your ankles. He kissed and sucked his way back up not missing an inch of your skin. He sucked on your plush thighs kissing or licking any bruises he made on his journey to you. He got closer and closer to your clothed pussy taking a whiff of you. He hummed in pleasure letting his head fall slightly back. He always wondered how your taste was. He was jealous his brothers had you before he did but if there was anything good from being last, he'd make sure he would be the one you won't forget.

He leaned closer biting your clit over your panties. You moaned jerking forward at the new feeling of shock waves he had sent you. You watched as he flicked your clit with his tongue over your wet stained baby blue panties. He used his fingers to spread your folds watching as the fabric stretched over you only covering the inner folds. He lifted your panties up moving them to the side. Eye to eye with your erect clit he licked his lips diving forward. Your head felt back at the feeling of his lips attaching to your clit. His tongue and mouth moved so deliciously against you.

Hands finding his hair yanking and pulling on the red locks. He grunted into your pussy at the feeling of your hands. You moved your hips against him riding his tongue. He groaned cursing out loud spreading your folds. He licked his lips again. "That's right baby fucking ride my tongue," he said diving back in. You felt a pool of wetness gushes out of you at his words. Never in your life did someone ever talk to you so dirty. I mean, of course, Jaehyun and Doyoung sweet-talked you very well but this was different. But this was different, Yuta was different. It felt messier and dirtier. It felt wrong and forbidden to be doing this as you'd get in trouble. You felt a rush of excitement go through your body as he continued his assault on your soaking pussy. “Yuta please,” you pleaded head falling back further into the glass mirror behind you. Your hand that supported you knocked down some lipsticks and their stands. Yuta didn’t stop instead he brought two fingers forward teasing your hole. He slipped one inside thrusting slowly at first picking up speed. Once you were comfortable he added another curling them and grazing your g-spot.

You moaned out loud feeling the vanity shifting with your weight. You didn’t pay any mind to it though. To lose in Yuta to be aware of how dangerous this position was for you. “Yuta I’m gonna…”you moaned again feeling the speed of his fingers increase, his tongue matching along with them.

“Cum for me,” he demanded in a dark voice. His voice and touch were laced with everything but innocence. You came all over his mouth. Yuta sucked and licked whatever he could. Using his fingers to scoop whatever he missed. He sucked in his fingers tasting the remains of your juice on them. His eyes closed shut as he savored the taste. “So sweet,” he said to himself. He meant to say it in his mind but it slipped. “Like Doyoung said,” you felt your cheeks become warm at his comment. You may have recently overheard a conversation the two shared in the library together one late night after spending another thrilling evening with Jaehyun.

There was a bed on your left but Yuta wasted no time in unbuttoning his dress shirt. The silk black fabric slipped off his skin exposing his carved-out chest. Your hands reached up and touched his cool skin. He bit his lip as he watched your fingers dance around his body. The pads of your fingers create an electronic shock throughout his body. Just from your touch, he became high. He never wanted a day to go by again where he couldn’t touch you, even if it was just to hold your hand.

You pulled your hand away to pull your dress over your head. Yuta reached around moving closer to your body and stationed between your legs. His lips were dangerously close to your neck as his arms reached around to unclasp your beige bra. You could feel the faint warm breaths releasing from his pink-plumped lips. You sighed in relief as the tight bra straps fell down your shoulders and onto the ground.

He kissed down your shoulder, past your collar bone engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked and kissed your breast as he massaged the other. He made sure this memory of you would be engraved in his mind for later when the night fell and he grew lonely. He teased your other nipple pulling on it. The one in his mouth he played with biting it and sucking it. You moaned hand finding his red locks again and pulling him towards you. You allowed one of your hands the freedom to slide down his tone chest, past his abs, and to his slacks.

You unzipped his slacks letting them fall down his waist. Now left in black boxers you pulled those down too. His dick sprung free and your mouth watered at the sight. Yuta continued to suck on your breasts hips rutting into straight air. You mewled against your breast when you reached your hand down to stroke him. You licked your lips tugging your bottom lip between your teeth. You imagine him inside you stretching you deliciously. Fucking you so hard the mirror behind you broke into a million pieces. Him groaning and moaning loud in your ear as you yanked on his hair from how good he made you feel. Clenching around him when you came close to coming and seeing the way his brows would furrow from the feeling of your tight, wet pussy.

Yuta groaned louder against you. Your thoughts were so strong he could picture them in his own mind. You forcefully pulled him forward pulling your panties down as he stared into your eyes. Lips and eyes both glossy, he was completely drunk off you. The struggle beneath him of you trying to take off your panties broke his haze. He looked down immediately ripping off the underwear and discarding the pieces somewhere in the room. He grabbed his dick bringing it to your folds. Your arm wrapped around his neck for support even though he had his arm wrapped around your waist. He wouldn’t let you fall.

“That’s right, baby you gonna be good for Yuta? Hm? Gonna let me fuck you so good my brothers can hear?” He teased taking his tip and rubbing circles around your clit. You let out a loud moan and Yuta groaned eyes rolling back. “Yes baby let them hear how good I make you feel,” he slurred as you began rutting your hips to add to the friction he was giving you. Yuta groaned he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was so close to cumming.

No longer able to wait he pulled back letting his dick meet your entrance. He slowly pushed in jaw slack as he watched himself disappear inside you. Inch by inch he felt warmer and warmer as the space grew tighter and tighter inside him. The velvet walls sucked him up as he sat fully inside you. “Fuck,” you both said letting out a satisfied sigh in unison. You both knew this was long overdue for the two of you.

“I’m still mad at you,” you said looking into his eyes. Yuta’s has changed. He was trying to be nice before, not letting himself go too much. He knows sex between a human and a vampire could be threatening to a human but he would be gentle with you. Of course, he’d still play a little but nothing too crazy. However, it seems like you have other plans in mind. Maybe you didn’t want to make love. Maybe he needed to give you a good fucking. God knows he needs it too.

Your comment drove him insane, you were still angry at him even though he was inside you ready to fuck you dumb. He ate your pussy (Which he’d do again even if you hated him). He bought you a pretty dress and you were still mad.

“Mad? Why?” He asked attitude in his tone. You cocked a brow up. “Because you're doing alright,” you said using this as the opportunity to get back at him. He slowly moved forward and you let out a moan as he adjusted himself inside you. Both legs were in his hands as he slowly moved in and out of you. Your chest began to rise up and down, your heartbeat slowly becoming quicker. He chuckled darkly keeping his thrust at a limited speed.

“So your still mad about what I said even though I told you I loved you?” He asked slowly thrusting inside you. You tried to form a sentence but your brain slowly turned into mush. You nodded trying to piece together a coherent sentence. “That…was about…” you paused to take in a breath as he moved a little faster. “You said… I looked alright….,” you started but failed. He felt so good inside you and he wasn’t even fucking you yet. Just letting you adjust to his size and girth.

“So what is it that you want my dear?” He asked raising a brow, poking the inside of his mouth. “You want the truth?” He asked cockily coming close to your face as he continued his agonizingly slow thrust. You nodded your lip between your teeth. “Words my darling,” he teased halting his movements.

“I want the truth Yuta,” you said looking into his dark eyes. He nodded sending you a smile. “Okay I’ll give it to you,” he positioned your legs one over one shoulder and one over the other spreading you even more. He sunk deeper inside you causing both your breaths to hitch. The new angle allowed him to explore new places. “Well for starters I think you're beautiful,” he thrusted once. “I think you're sexy,” he thrust again.

“And I most definitely think you're more than alright,” he said thrusting again. You shook your head. “No good enough,” you said talking more about his lack of thrust than words. You didn’t need another confession you just wanted him to fuck you. He shook his head feeling annoyed. “Skews this,” he said giving you exactly what you wanted.

He thrust into you hard and fast causing your moans to choke, clumping in your throat. His hand held your waist tightly pressing into your skin to hold you down. The other moved its way past your breast and around your neck. Your head fell back in pleasure eyes shutting as he fucked into you at record speed. Tight fingers squeezed around your throat cutting your airflow for a moment. Teeth gritted and eyes black Yuta possessed by a lust demon fucked you dumb. His cock hits every spot and angle perfectly inside you. No one had ever fucked you like this before. They were always so careful with you, which you appreciated but sometimes you just wanted to be thrown around a room.

You wanted to destroy every pretty thing in sight. Ruin it and let the high of how good it felt consume your body even if it was just for a brief moment. Yuta was giving you that. That rush of enjoyment you get from destroying the piece of art you absolutely hate. Accept you didn’t hate Yuta, you never did. You just disliked him, but now you can’t seem to get him off your mind.

“Yuta Fuck,” you clawed at his shoulders and back. Forgetting all about the ball you were supposed to attend alongside Doyoung as Yuta sucked on your neck. You felt his sharp teeth brace your warm skin sending a shiver down your spine. Yuta licked but he didn’t bite respecting your decision to not let him draw blood. But your neck smell so sweet. He knew your blood was the perfect mix of what he needed. However, being around you began to make him realize that maybe he didn’t want to transition yet.

Not until he’d live a life with you.

Reality had hit him like a moving train and now he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the life you two could live. He lifted you off the vanity with the cracked mirror. He threw you onto the bed flipping you over watching as your ass jiggled. You giggled feeling his hands all over your skin molding your ass as he aligned himself at your entrance. Taking you from behind he imagined you were alone together in the manor, just you two living here together. He’d fuck you like this every day and night if it’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t be against you saying no, but he definitely would fight you if you said yes to letting him make love to you.

His teeth’s gritted as your hips snapped against his pelvis. He let out a groan watching as he disappeared inside you. Thunder roared from outside. Heavy rain fell on the ground as you came closer and closer to cumming. The lightning and thunder clashed together creating flashes of light in the room. You clenched around Yuta feeling your climax approaching faster and faster. Yuta flipped you over slipping right back inside you, both your juice mixing together making it easy for him to slip inside you.

He brought his thumb to your clit rubbing fast circles to match his thrust. “Come on baby cum for Yuta. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you cum, again,” he said a smirk on his face. His eyes looked down into your eyes. Your jaw hung open, no words or thoughts escaping. Instead just a series of whimpers and moans that left your throat. “Yuta I’m gonna cum,” you moaned pulling him closer to you. You felt the bed beneath you start to shake. One of the legs snapped in half causing one side of the bed to fall to the ground. But that didn’t stop Yuta instead he lifted you both into the air leaving the broken bed on the floor.

You clenched around him again as you came hard all over his cock. He groaned out loud his head falling back and eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your cum coax his dick. He brought his finger down to your entrance taking some of your cum that leaked out onto his long fingers and putting them inside your mouth. You tasted yourself as you road out your high slightly biting on his fingers. Once you were done Yuta pulled his fingers out feeling himself draw closer. You clenched and unclenched around him starting to feel the over-sensitivity. Yuta gritted his teeth as he inched closer to his climax.

“Yuta please fill me up,” you begged looking up into his eyes. “Yuta please cum inside me,” you ushered him helping him to his climax. His jaw fell open as a series of curses left his wet lips. He came hard inside you painting your walls white. After some time he slowly slipped out of you leaning down to place a kiss on your neck. “How was that?” He asked gently placing you back down on the lopsided bed. You rolled your eyes letting your body fall to the side. “It was alright,” you teased for the final time. Yuta scoffed standing up to clean himself and then you. Then in your moment of relaxation, you realized you were properly late to the ball. You jumped up still naked to check your phone. You only had an hour to get ready. You ran inside the bathroom where Yuta held a warm wet cloth in his hand. He watched as you jumped inside the bathtub to clean yourself. Yuta chuckled remembering the ball he was going to take you to.

Doyoung was a pretty good brother.

After Yuta helped you with your bath you were ready for the ball dressed and made to look like a queen thanks to Irene, Yeri, and Wendy. You were confused at first why Doyoung didn’t come looking for you but Yuta couldn’t help but tell you it was always planned for him to take you. You didn’t mind going with Yuta though. He held your arm in his as he walked you down the stairs. He had left you to get ready in his own chambers with the help of Seulgi. When you both arrived at the ballroom Yuta took you around to meet the guest. You dance with him, and him occasionally letting Doyoung and Jaehyun dance with you. After some time you began to feel tired and when to the kitchen for some air. When you arrived you poured yourself a glass of water but as you brought it to your lips you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to see Irene and all the girls around her. “There’s something we need to tell you,” Seulgi said turning her head to make sure no one was around listening. She turned back to you her hand still placed on your shoulder a stern look on her face. The girls behind her held pursed lips with concerned faces behind her. “But we can’t tell you her,” she said. Still caught off guard by hearing them speak for the first time you blinked a couple of times trying to under the situation. “I’m sorry what? This is the first time you speak to me and it’s bad news?” You saw forming the words into a question. Wendy sighed coming next to Irene. “It’s about the boys,” she said arms crossed over her chest. She also turned around to see if anyone was listening.

“They're not who they say they are. You need to come with us,” she said taking your hand and guiding you to the kitchen door. You pulled away almost dropping your glass of water. “What are you talking about? The boys are fine,” you said holding your ground. “They wouldn’t hurt me,” you said sure yourself. If they wanted to hurt you they-“

“Would have done it by now. Is that what your thinking?” Wendy asked coming from behind Irene. You widened your eyes feeling your cup start to slip. “Your in danger Y/n. You have to trust us,” Joy said coming forward Irene and Yeri following behind her. Just as Yeri went to speak or rather warn you Yuta walked in. He was searching for you and smiled when he discovered you. However, his smile fell at the sight of the room. Raising a brow he came to your side standing slightly in front of you.

“What are you all doing here? Shouldn’t you be tending to the guest?” He asked them but really it was an order. The girls remained silent bowing to him, sparing you one last glance before they walked away.

“Wait!” You shouted causing everyone to stop. You chuckled rubbing your forehead. “I believe I’ve miss placed my phone,” you lied shaking your head in disbelief. You looked over at Seulgi a smile on your face. “Say? Seulgi will you help me find it?” You asked. She paused a moment looking at Yuta, the girls then you. She nodded coming beside you and taking your arm to help you walk through the door in your dress. “Thank you now tell me where I need to look?” You asked as you both walked out passing by Yuta.

Since you arrived you have been filled to the brim with so many unanswered questions. You've been staying in this large, old, creepy manor and knew nothing about it or the men who lived inside. You know they were vampires but what else? Everything you asked them a question they either changed the topic or answered your question with a question. You were tired of the half-ass responses you'd receive from them. You were almost here all alone and the curiosity of exploring began to frighten you. Sometimes you'd hear crying coming from the Blood Maze or the cellar. Other nights rain would fall so heavy it flood the grounds making it hard to explore the large parts of the garden you haven't even seen yet.

With all these unanswered questions they expected you to trust them. To perform a blood ritual to turn them back into humans but every time you asked about it they only tried to convince you to do it. Speaking to you nicely and giving you gifts to change your focus. Yet you still had no idea how the ritual would affect you. Would you become a vampire like them? Would you die in the process? So many unanswered questions, that maybe, just maybe Seulgi and the girls could answer.

They didn’t think much of it and headed back to the party, he’d wait for you there. He ushered the girls to get back to work but one by one they’d started to disappear again looking for you and Seulgi. They were tired of this life. They were tired of being ordered around for as long as they have. It’s time they live their own lives, free from this dreadful chateau and to a fulfilling life. They tried years ago but suffered great consequences. Now with being able to talk to you, they hoped that this time their plans would work. They knew of the power you held. Irene could feel it the minute she met you outside on your doorstep.

They just hoped you’d help them and not those evil blood suckers you called your lovers.

“She will help us,” Wendy said to Yeri who held her hand tightly as they searched for you in the large, old chateau.

“She will,”

To Be Continued…

I hope you enjoyed Part 4 of my 5 Part Series. Things are taking a dark turn for Y/n. Let’s hope in the Next and Final part she chooses the right path.

Overall this was one of my favorite pieces to write. As someone who’s always enjoyed writing I feel like a lot of my work I’ve never been able to fully enjoy. But working as hard as I did in this final piece really was able to lift my spirits and inspire me to continue with part 5.

Also, a fun fact Jennifer and Lewis are the two main characters in the video game I loved.

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