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yutafrita · 5 months

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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."

_______________

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.”

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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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hall0ween-twn · 7 months

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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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versocanibal · 29 days

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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

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bedtime-history · 3 months

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[#FCKNSTR] ⠀♱ 1896 𝒱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞ㅤܾㅤ

ii. ⠀ Stealing … Your Blood.

@venusiol on ig.

#nct moodboard #johnny nct #nct #johnny suh #messy moodboard #kpop bios #kpop moodboard #kpop layouts #nct johnny #vampire #nct 127 #bios #messy bios #short bios #random bios #rp help #᭄⢾ 𒋲 #johnny moodboard

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babbymochiiii · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆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

💋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

[ 10:30 pm ]

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neocentral · 10 months

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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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whosjunglejim4322 · 1 year

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Stay? - Vampire!Johnny

Warnings : slight mentions of violence, nfsw, pussy eating, overstimulation, kissing (bc 🥴) johnny being overly protective and also kinda spooky but in a cute way, SOFT VAMP JOHNNY AGENDA, mentions of blood because....well, maybe I AM a monster fucker

You'd allowed him in, four months ago nearly to the date. Still, he feels intrusive in nature everytime he enters your room through the balcony window. He tells himself it's mandatory, that if your shitty landlord won't get you proper locks in a vampire infested neighborhood - it's his duty to protect you.

As he did those months ago when a Strigoi almost ripped your face off, not his choice of words, but yours. In quote, "That guy almost ripped my fucking face off." In reality, the creature would have ripped your heart out, not your face. But that's a less important detail that he had chosen not to share while you were so worked up.

Your old floor doesn't creak as his footsteps careen towards your bed, where you're strewn across the sheets like you've been hit by a bus - each leg in a different direction, your face smooshed against the pillow and your arms hanging off of the bed. A chuckle echoes silently through his hollow chest as he sits on the bottom right corner of your bed, the only available space.

Normally, his presence would go unnoticed. As if a ghost bounded gracefully into your home, but the sticky midnight air is heavy on your skin, and his being is like cool morning air against your feet and ankles. It sends a shiver up your leg and then through your spine, until your eyes are fluttering open as if you've been greeted by a breeze.

"Mm, is that you Mr. Creepy?" You grumble, tired spine cracking in a few places as you roll over on your back. Mr. Creepy. You always think you're so funny, and unfortunately, you are. It's like he goes eons without smiling until he's with you.

"No, it's the big bad wolf."

You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you'd be more prepared for something snarky in return but you're far too tired, and far too entranced by the beauty that he is, right there in front of you. His ears twitch. Curse your beating heart, for its palpitations give everything away.

It's not like it's a secret, but sometimes you like to pretend you have composure around him.

Tonight is different, it is a rare occasion when you're actually awake for his visits. He hates waking you, he envies the dreams you have, the rest. However, you insist that whenever you wake up it's only because you weren't fully asleep in the first place.

"Come here, please." You beckon softly, hands reaching out for him, and like a beacon he follows despite his internal hesitation. He is like a feather above you, the cool of his skin underneath his shirt a sweet relief as your palms press against the expanse of his broad chest.

"You're dangerous, you know that? And really tempting." His lips spread into a smile against your cheek as his nose skims your skin. You giggle, tickled by his light touch. Your fingers find their way into his dark hair, using the tufts as a way to pull him closer.

"You're the one who wants to eat me, John." Your eyes connect, and his irises begin to bleed ruby upon the utterance of your words. You don't allow him to look away as he normally would, holding his face as though you have some type of strength over him at all - it's only your will that holds him steady.

"That's only partially true," he whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. "I think you'd let me, anyways."

You can't stand even the centimeter of separation between you two, and your impatience gets the better of you as you lift your neck to reach his lips, pressing them against yours and allowing yourself to be held by his arms as they wrap around your torso.

He has to practice so much control, its the sweetest of torture. You're fragile in his grip, hot and warm and throbbing. He feels the blood pumping through your veins, the thump of your heart. It's intoxicating, and - "Fuck, I'm sorry."

He disconnects from you at once before the whimper can even leave your swollen mouth, his fingertips having pressed too hard against your sides. He's by the window, wincing, trying to scope your range of emotions. He smells the blood underneath your skin, the way it's leaking from the vessels and forming a bruise.

You're pouting, whining even, and he's perplexed.

"No, come back, please. I'm okay Johnny, really." You sit up, flushed and eager and he feels horribly guilty for the way his dick is solid against his belly, for the way he wants to crawl back to you and lick you raw.

You sense his hesitation and it does nothing but infuriate you.

"Sweetheart, you don't know the things I wish to do to you right now." His voice is low, and despite the fact that he's trying to sound gentle - the predator within him can't help but to slip itself into his intonation. Your sweet eyes plead, and your body is like the sun - pulsating with this heat. If he had a soul, he'd sell it just to be able to treat you in the way he wishes he was able to, to make love to you as a man would instead of a beast.

But you, you, you're so unfazed by his monstrosity, your feet are already on the floor and you're moving towards him. Before your toes can even lift from the surface he's got you pinned to the bed by your wrists, with the gentleness that compares to how you'd hold the stem of a flower between your fingers.

Even so, you're immobile.

"You don't scare me, you never will. I want you to kiss me again, just one more time." You're flush against him, a visceral reminder of how hungry he is for you. He groans, as if pained, and presses his pillowy mouth to yours with a force that takes your breath away.

You're enraptured by the intensity, the thrash of his tongue inside your mouth, as if he's seeking to taste every word you've ever spoken. His kisses alone feel like sex, thirsty and devout. You don't have time to put forth any effort yourself, he's taking this moment to suckle your bottom lip, then the top, in this repeated pattern until your mouth is nearly purple.

You're arching into his touch, the solidness of his form grounding you to reality so you don't float away and convince yourself this is all a sweet dream. You wiggle your wrists and he allows you room to breathe, unwrapping his slim fingers so that you can wrap your arms around his sturdy neck.

This time, when you look at him, he's different. He's still Johnny, his nose is still slender and sharp and his lips are still heart shaped and plump - but he's different. He looks like a vampire like a true vampire. Fangs have begun to protrude from behind his mouth, and he holds back the snarl that naturally wants to contort. His eyes are so dark they're like the expanse of the night sea. You're not his prey.

You're fixated, mesmerized and your hands slip down the scope of his shoulders, down past his sides and over his hard abdomen. His head cocks to the side as he hovers his lips over yours, hair tickling your cheeks.

"Careful, please." He groans, as your warm hands slip underneath his tee shirt to smooth across his belly, to revel in the slopes and planes. It feels too good, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Being with a human has never felt this way. He feels drunk.

"Open your mouth, Johnny." You ask so sweetly, he actually feels like he's the one in the lesser position of power, a choked gasp caught in his throat when your pretty pink tongue slips past your lips, and meets with the small dagger that serves as a weapon for his kind.

You don't lick it hard enough as to draw any blood, but the shiver that wracks his body is satisfying enough. When you travel to the other fang, your hand grace's over the hard bulge protruding from his bottoms, any trepidation he felt prior to walking, or floating, into your home has left him. He knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

"Can I taste you? I need to taste you." Johnny is weak against you, your hand is palming his length and he can't think straight, how odd.

"Yes, please yes." You breathe, though Johnny descends your clavicle - skipping your neck for all intensive safety purposes - before he can see you tilt your chin up, exposing your jugular to him, awaiting the sting. Instead, you're greeted by kisses that even the thin material of your tank top doesn't stop.

His hands never stray from your body, gripping your sides as he passes over your left breast, tongue toying with the hard bud through your top. The sound you let would have his heart ready to burst if he had one that was able to beat. Your arching up into him with this need, his fingertips accidentally rip through the fabric.

He doesn't apologize this time, not when he realizes you're so fucked already, you don't even have a silly or snarky comment to make about it.

His hair is a vice that your fingers cling to as he travels down to your navel, sloppy wet kisses left below and around your bellybutton. Your legs have already begun to spread, his palms traveling across your hips to the meat between your thighs where he pries them apart - greeted immediately by the scent of your arousal.

"Fuck, you're so sweet baby, all of this is for me?" He quizzes lowly, trying to take his time, to resist the urge to eat you whole as he pecks and nibbles at your flesh, relishing in the squeaks and gasps that leaves your throat at the action.

"Please, please don't stop." You beg, and for the first time, his laugh sounds sardonic.

"Don't stop? Baby I haven't even started," he kisses the crease between your thigh and your middle, holding you down to prevent the squirming that your human body instinctually resorts to when faced with pleasure. "what do you want, hmm? You want me to lick your little pussy? Is that it?"

You're taken aback by the words, by the tone he possesses. You try to clamp your legs together to relieve some of the throbbing but he's having none of that, forcing you to answer by licking the mound of your pussy through the thin little pajama shorts you have on, already tasting the sticky arousal that's been leaking and now coats your labia.

"Yes, w-want you to l-lick me." You're not sure what's come over you, why you're on the verge of tears with need but Johnny enjoys seeing you like this. A taste of how you make him feel all the time.

"That's it, that's what I wanna hear baby." He growls, cool air hitting your swollen clit as the sound of ripping fabric roars through the dark room. He has no time for the barriers between you two.

Your scent is like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's literally drooling, grateful that he's the only one who has acute vision in the dark, for he'd feel a little pathetic if you saw how hungry he is for you right at this moment. He parts your thighs even further with his elbows, leveling his face with your sex.

He uses both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, reveling in the sticky sound of your flesh separating and opening up for him - he doesn't even tease, he dives straight in, wrapping his lips around your bud and suckling with as much gentleness as his kind can muster.

You're not sure what to do with yourself, spine arching and mouth parted with a moan that is caught in your throat. Your fingers grip his raven locks fiercely, and you feel the vibration of his hum in contentment, against your clit.

"J-John! Oh!" Your mewls only further his vigor, head shaking back and forth as dines. He rears back and spits on your folds, watching it drip past your entrance and down to your ass. Once again, he has to remind himself to be gentle with you, sweet. You're so pliable underneath his ministrations.

"Mm, this pussy is mine. All mine." He groans between suckles and licks, frustrated he can't somehow just consume you completely.

Johnny decides right then, he's going to keep you.

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imma-queencard · 11 months

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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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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.