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sweetestofchaos · 4 months

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Run From Me - Three | K.TH

p. vampire!taehyung x vampire hunter!reader

g. soulmates - enemies to lovers - reincarnation

r. 18+

w. flashback - blood drinking - illusions to sex - dub con (reader is high from vampire venom) - murder

wc. 3.4k

an. divider and support banner made by @benkeibear. betaed by @theharrowing. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAEHYUNG!!!!!

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Some time in the 1920s…

The city streets are filled with bodies and chatter. Smoke blankets the night air in a fog as people try to get from place to place. Music spills out from an open door, a man dressed in a black suit smiles as patrons enter and exit the venue. The Perching Bird, an up and coming jazz club that holds many vocal talents within its walls. Voices speak softly over the live band that plays on the center stage.

In the background are beautiful maroon drapes that are tied back with golden rope that stands out against the dark wooden wainscoted walls. The floor is a cream colored marble to brighten the room, filled with tables set for two and larger groups of four. A handful of plush maroon and gold booths are pressed into the corners of the room, crisp white table cloths with beautiful flower centerpieces.

On stage a large black woman’s hair is perfectly coiffed out of her face and her green tinted hazel eyes shine in the lights. She croons the lyrics of ‘I’ve Got A Crush On You’ by Ella Fitzgerald and the bartender, Howard across the way smiles proudly. Gloria is one of their top acts and Howard loves her voice. He only works on the nights that he knows she will be there.

The scent of bourbon is strong and warm as the bartender pours a drink for another guest. He takes his eyes off the stage for a moment to thank the paying guest and flash them a coy smile. As the song ends, everyone inside claps politely and the bartender watches as Gloria leaves the stage.

From the back of the stage, a man with auburn hair parted and styled out of his face stands with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his green trousers. He wears a white button up shirt with a maroon and green striped tie. Overtop a matching green waist vest finishes off his outfit as it ties in the black and maroon two-toned oxford shoes.

The man is up next to sing and it is his first night at this club. He is a traveling entertainer, never staying in one city for too long. He is searching for a woman and has yet to find her. He got a tip from a friend of his that the woman he is looking for will be here tonight.

Gloria steps into the back and smiles at the new guy. “Break a leg out there kid,” she smiles as she walks past, patting his chest. He licks his lips and chuckles. Kid? He is far from it, but he knows he doesn’t look his age, not even close.

Hidden from view, he waits until he is called up on stage. His hands remain in his pockets and he inhales deeply, closing his eyes as he sorts through the scents in the room. Smoke, alcohol, heavy perfume…nothing stands out to him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we want you all to welcome a new talent to the stage. He comes to us with a very unique tone. Please give a warm welcome to Taehyung Kim!”

Taehyung pulls his hands from his pockets and slaps a smile onto his smooth face as he steps out into the spotlight. The band plays a simple introduction beat and Taehyung bows to the crowd before he waves and shakes the owner’s hands in thanks. He walks up to the mic and looks around with a small smile on his face, his cheeks growing in size making everyone swoon. Looking over his shoulder, Taehyung nods his head to the band and they go right into ‘Everything Happens To Me’ by Chet Baker.

The setlist is easy enough. Taehyung picked songs he knew were popular in this area like ‘Fly Me To The Moon’ by Frank Sinatra, ‘I’ll Be Seeing You’ by Billie Holiday and a few others.

Halfway through ‘Moon River’, creamy sandalwood catches in Taehyung’s throat. The cardamom spice burns his tongue while green citrus sends a shiver crawling down his spin. He takes a step back, allowing for the band to fill in the silence a little more as he tightens his grip on the mic stand.

A shadow moves in the corner of his eye and Taehyung inhales once more. You are here, finally.

Finishing the song, Taehyung turns to the band, keeping his hand over the mic as he fills them in on the new song that he wants to add to the playlist. They seem excited to play something new and Taehyung already has the owner’s permission to try it out. Turning back to the mic, Taehyung glances over at your table and your eyes are elsewhere; not even sparing him a moment of your time. Oh. His gums ache as he watches your finger glide over the thin gold chain of the diamond necklace that sits against your throat.

You are focused on the story your friend is enthusiastically retelling. You have heard it before but the details always change. Your lips spread wide, showing off your teeth as you laugh and smile. Taehyung speaks into the mic and watches as your smile drops the moment you hear his voice. Can you feel the pull? Can you hear his heart calling your name?

“This next song is one I wrote myself,” Taehyung smiles, glancing down at his feet to feign being shy. “This is for the one that got away.” He whispers, the mic hardly picking up with words. As the guitar starts to play softly, Taehyung looks back at the band one last time as he sings.

Chueokdo uimi eopsi

Naege neon sarajigo

Ijjeumedo I can't

Two backup singers fill in the gaps, their voices blending together beautifully as Taehyung keeps his face close to the mic, his hands holding on gently like he would a lover.

Let you go, let you go

Geu mari dain geoni

Hanmadiman namgigo

Huhoehamyeon

Won't you let me know? Let me know?

His finger taps to the beat as he sings. Not once losing himself as the lyrics and his voice spill into the hearts around him.

Geurae na soljikage

Da malhallae

Neoneun maeil eotteon saram eotteon gose

Myeot beonssigina mwol haneunji neol saenggakae

Lost without you, baby

The highnote casts a chill over your body, goosebumps rising as the hair on the back of your neck stands upright. Taehyung’s eyes roll upwards from the floor and whiskey brown meets honey. The words that fall from his lips have you hypnotized.

I wish you would love me again

No, I don't want nobody else

The world around you fades, nothing can be heard over the sound of Taehyung’s voice as he continues to sing. Your ears ring but the buzzing is a subtle feeling at the base of your jaw that melts into your bones. You blink once, twice…by the third time you are no longer in the club. Now you lay on a plush softness; your body sinking deeper and deeper.

Colors, so many colors blind your eyes in a kaleidoscope of unknown shapes and textures. Where are you? This isn’t the club. You cannot hear anything no matter how much you try to focus past the ceaseless humming of your veins.

Turning your head slowly, a searing pain pinches and pulls at the side of your throat making you wince. You didn’t want to move anymore than you already had. Blinking away the tears from the sudden pain, you are meat with a mahogany nightstand. It is clearly hand carved with a white doily placed on the surface. What looks to be an antique vase sits in the center with freshly cut white calla lilies.

The scent is subtle as it slowly filters into your sinuses and eases your mind. The walls are covered in a light tan wallpaper with a geometric flower pattern in dark brown. Brown furniture takes up space in the room, nothing over to the top but everything is mahogany and hand carved. It all looks to be antique, the style not quite meant for this era but beautiful nonetheless.

Little by little, the buzzing in your veins settles. The muck of your mind stills and becomes a clear mirror to reflect the night's events. You try to recall the moment you left the club and the buzzing is back, a silent partition determined to keep your memories at bay.

Your face twists up in a grimace as you lift your hand. It feels like you have swam through a swamp filled with molasses, or maybe quicksand, unable to move freely as your hand falls right back to your side. Your lips part to call for help but the words die as soon as they process in your mind. A lock clicks and icy terror locks your muscles in place. Unable to move, a whimper leaves your lips.

“You’ve awakened dear one?”

A voice deeper than the Congo river floats into your ears and the bed sinks from a new weight. Your breath stills in your chest. The bedding shifts from the weight and you can feel it against your skin. Did you sleep with this stranger? The scent of lavender and honey tickles your nose making your head ache. You hate the scent of lavender, always have ever since you were a child.

“Easy, dear one.”

Dripping water catches your attention and you struggle to turn your head towards the voice. A cool hand, warmed over by hot water, touches your cheek. You don’t recall it being cold outside, so why does this stranger’s hand feel like this? Fingertips graze your skin and you shiver as water trails down your face.

“I hoped you would still be sleeping. Forgive me? I got a little carried away.”

What is this man talking about? Who is he and what has he done to you?

“Don’t be afraid, dear one. I won’t hurt you.”

The fingers on your cheek follow the contours of your face as a warm hand cups your chin and you flinch as a wet cloth is pressed into the side of your neck. You whine, unable to scream as the feeling of red hot needles piercing your skin burns through your neck. The man hushes you softly, the low notes of his voice a quiet warning as he wipes at your neck. His touch is firm but not uncaring as the wet cloth is removed from your skin. You can hear water droplets again before the cloth touches your skin once more. Why is he cleaning you? What has he done? Why does it feel as if you’ve been attacked?

“Look at me, dear one.”

Careful hands help turn your head and you gasp. Beside you, the man from the club stares down at you with that same piercing stare. Gone is the waist vest and tie, his white shirt is unbuttoned midway down his chest, his sleeves are rolled up, exposing the smooth skin of his forearms and his hair is no longer parted neatly. It looks disheveled as if hands have run through the silky looking strands. The man’s face has hard lines, soft cheeks and dark eyes. He is what is spoken about when you hear ‘tall, dark and handsome.’ He offers a closed mouth smile, his eyes squinting slightly as his cheek softens the hard lines of his face.

Fingers ghost over your face again, touching as if they have your whole being memorized. As if they have touched you a million times before. A finger traces your upper lip before it lowers to your bottom lip and pulls at the plump skin. It feels like you are not within your own body as this man caresses you without a word. Such soft touches are for lovers not strangers…

“P-Please…”

Your voice struggles against the sand that seems to have found a place lining your throat. You want to go home. You want to promise you won’t tell anyone about him. The cloth is back on your throat, pressing a little more firmly as the man wipes at your skin. From how the water runs down the side of your neck and over your shoulder, you know that your necklace is gone. Did he take it? Is this a robbery? Tears gather at your waterline and the man frowns as he collects your tears with his thumb.

“I do not mean to frighten you, dear one.” He sighs, pulling his hand away to drop the cloth into the bowl in his lap.

You catch sight of the reddened cloth and the man’s frown deepens as your scent starts to sour.

“You have nothing to be afraid of. You are safe with me…”

The words are spoken like they have been said before. They are sincere but something deep down inside begs you to run. Run far, far away. Swallowing past the dryness in your mouth, you try again to speak. Your lips part and the man is quick to slip his hand behind your head. Slowly, he helps you sit up and raises a glass to your mouth.

Cool water floods your insides and you greedily gulp down the soothing liquid. He pulls the glass away and sets it on the nightstand, cooing as he wipes away the water that spilled from the corner of your lips. Easing you back down onto the bed, he watches as your pupils shake and dilate.

Leaning down, the man skims his nose along your jaw and kisses just below your ear, “You smell divine, dear one. I don’t think I can hold back much longer…” His lips are frosty with a subtle warmth underneath, creating goosebumps on your skin as he peppers kiss after kiss on your skin. “May I taste you again? Share with you my love again?”

You shake your head, the pain in your throat clawing at your veins as you try to sit up. Your body won’t move and when you stare at the man above you, a name falls from your lips. His eyes widen a fraction of a second and he is pulling you into his lap. His hands cup your face and he rests his forehead against yours.

“Again, dear one. Say my name again? I beg you, please?”

You can feel the stiffness of his length as you sit in this man’s lap. His name falls from your lips once more and his arms wrap around your waist. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, body shaking and you realize belatedly that he is crying. Movement comes to your limbs in an act of muscle memory as you cradle the man in your arms, one hand resting on the back of his head as your fingers smooth over his hair.

Again his name falls from your lips and you press the softest of kisses to his temple. His skin isn’t as warm as it was before. It feels colder now, the heat slowly evaporating from his pores. A dry tongue licks at the side of your neck and your fingers tangle in his hair. A firm tug makes the man moan against you.

“Taehyung.”

It’s a warning. One that Taehyung will clearly ignore, but a warning nonetheless. He kisses up the side of your neck, his nose pressing into your cheek as he fumbles to find your lips. Taking pity on the man, you guide his face upwards and capture his lips. Past the coolness of his lips, the bitter tang of something metallic makes your stomach roll in disgust. You move to draw back and Taehyung follows you.

Your lips never break apart and you groan as he kisses the very breath out of you. His hands find your waist and nails dig into the subtle flesh, pricking the skin enough to draw blood. You hisses against Taehyung’s mouth and he nips at your lower lip.

“Smell so good, dear one. So good.”

His mouth is attached to your throat before you can process his words and you cry out as teeth puncture the freshly cleaned wound. Taehyung slurps loudly as your blood rushes into his mouth. Gulp after gulp makes him moan and his skin heats up. You whine, your core throbbing and clenching around nothing.

Your mind clouds with black and white static, the whooshing rush of your blood, loud behind your ears and your hands push at Taehyung’s shirt. As his skin peaks from underneath his clothing, your hands find purchase against the strong muscles of his shoulders. You squeeze and pull him closer, you want his skin on yours.

“P-Please…Tae?” Your voice sounds miles away, a ghost of who you know yourself to be. Begging for something you have never had.

Grunting, Taehyung pulls away from your neck and crashes his lips into yours. Your blood tastes sweet and tangy, something close to a red wine. Taehyung strips himself of his shirt, sharing with you his unblemished skin, sunkissed from a time long ago. He rolls you over, hovering above as he shoves his trousers and boxer shorts down his thighs, kicking them off his legs. The heat that rests against your lower stomach is hot as your body trembles in anticipation. Taehyung grins down at you, a boxy smile with pink tinted teeth. How boyish he looks above you with mused hair and wide eyes.

“Taehyung,” You breath out, unsure of what to ask, but Taehyung takes control. He knows your body inside and out, he can and will give you everything you ask for and more. His touch is gentle and unrushed, like he has years to pull your pleasure from you again and again. There is no pain as he takes his rightful place between your legs. As his teeth sink into your neck once more, your body burns with pleasure.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, pumping harder as the blood never reaches back to recycle. Your walls tighten around Taehyung, your legs hold him close and your nails drag down his back, red lines marking the skin for only a few seconds before they disappear. How much longer will this pleasure last? You have come undone how many times? Your body feels like lead, sinking rapidly in a bottomless ocean. Your eyes flutter and the colors around you swirl, fading into a monotone of black. Your breathing is shallow and it hurts to think.

“T-Tae…”

The name falls on deaf ears and tears leak from the corners of your ears. This feeling, this heavy weight that seems to lighten with each gulp that Taehyung takes makes something deep inside crumble away bit by bit. You know this feeling. Struggling, you cup Taehyung’s cheek and stroke the apple of his cheek. His face is wet, you know that he is crying. Taehyung can feel your heart slowing and yet he cannot stop. The sweetness of your blood calls to him, warms his body twice over. It is a feeling that he has chased all throughout time.

Death bitters the blood, tainting the very source from which Taehyung drinks. He wants to stop, he knows he should stop…Your hand falls away from his face, fingertips wet with his pink tinted tears. Bitter, rotten and cold blood touches Taehyung’s tongue and he rips himself away from your neck, gagging on the taste. His tears stream down his faster, now a deep red as he cries blood. Raising his right wrist to his mouth, Taehyung bites down, tearing into the flesh and hurriedly presses the bleeding limb to your parted lips.

Blood pools in your mouth but you do not drink, there is no movement from you. Your heart is still, not a single beat fills the room. Taehyung sobs as he places his hands over your heart and starts chest compressions. You can’t die!

Repeatedly, Taehyung tries to resuscitate you, letting more blood flow into your mouth but nothing happens. He holds you in his arms and cries. His tears disappear into your hair as he wails. His heart pounds rapidly in his chest, his face is flush with the very life he stole from you and it hurts.

How can he live without you? He doesn’t want to be alone again. He just found you…please…please he didn’t mean to hurt you.

How long will it take to find you again? How soon will your soul be reborn? He will scour the Earth a million times over until he can keep you by his side. This was a mistake, Taehyung understands that now. He was too hasty and that cost you your life. He will spend an eternity begging for your forgiveness. He will find you again. He must.

#taehyung fic #taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #vampire taehyung #fic: run from me #soc taehyung #exqueuese me

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allthingskpopcentral · 1 year

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Word of the Prey - Masterlist

Pairing: 0T7x Reader, Reader x ???

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Smut, Romance, VampireAU, UniversityAU

Warnings: This story will mention blood, death, sexually explicit scenes and chapters. The story will also cover harder topics, warnings will be included in those chapters.

Word Count: In progress

Character Introduction

Chapter 1 - Gut Feeling

Chapter 2 - A Cult from Twilight?

Chapter 3 - Deja Vu

Chapter 4 - I Know What You Are

Chapter 5 - Cruel Destiny

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jooniperbonsai · 1 month

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Posting Schedule, Updates, & Announcements

Hello!

Dropping in to give some important updates and news!

First of all, I'll be heading to Seoul in a little over a week and will be gone until April 5th! My birthday happens during that span so I am finally having a much-needed vacation and celebration. I look forward to all your messages and comments because....

I've been working on Chapter 3 and that should be out before the end of this week! So far it's sitting around 10k in terms of length, but I feel like I still have a way's to go so bear with me! I want it up before my trip.

Finally, I have some exciting news:

You can anticipate at least two more fics heading your way this spring and summer. One shots? Series? Who knows, we'll just have to wait and see where these projects take me.

Coming this April:

I'll Give You the Sun (sundeity!Hoseok and moondeity!reader (afab)) (s, a, f)

"I'd give you the sun if you asked me You could have all of the time You could have the stars and the trees When dividin' up the universe You could have mine." -"j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you)" by Delaney Bailey

Destined to fulfill an ancient prophecy claiming he will ascend into greatness on the day of the kingdom's first total solar eclipse, Hoseok is jaded and cynical over his lack of choice in becoming the king and god of the Solar Kingdom. He's even less pleased that his coronation is to be shared with the future king of the Lunar Kingdom, whose family has held shaky ties with his since the creation of the universe.

But when the moon fully overtakes the sun and bathes everything in darkness, the ascension of gods and kings doesn't seem to be all the that the fates prophesied. Now Hoseok is a god, a king, and bound to you, the true Queen and Goddess of the Lunar Kingdom.

Coming Late Spring/Early Summer:

Vienna Waits for You (vampire!taehyung and vampire!reader (afab)) (s, a, f)

Slow down you crazy child Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two (oooh) When will you realize, Vienna waits for you? -"Vienna" by Billy Joel

It’s lust. It’s power. It’s drugs. It’s him. The way he can look at someone and know not just what they want, but what they need. Money, sex, freedom. It's all the same, the way humans will trade themselves away thinking they're buying time. But he knows that's how none of this works.

Time. That's something he knew you didn't have. Still, he gave it to you, even though it wasn't his to give. Now, while he owns the streets of Paris, his past choices are coming back to haunt him and he can't run from the memory of a life he once loved, and all the things he left back in Vienna, including you.

->This fic is within the same universe as My Bloody Valentine. While you don't have to read it, it'll provide a lot of context from the first one

I hope you are ready to love these characters as much I do. I am so excited to continue developing them. Despite my side ventures into other stories, I am having a blast writing Thanks for the Sub, and I hope my lovely Jin biases out there are feeling fed and appreciated (don't worry Jimin, Yoongi, and fellow Namjoon biases, there's ideas in the works for you too). I don't plan on abandoning that project any time soon.

Thanks again for all the love on past chapters of TFTS and My Bloody Valentine. Please give the next chapter of TFTS lots of love when it comes out. -h

#seokjin x reader #bts fanfic #kim seokjin #jin smut #seokjin smut #bts smut #hoseok x reader #jung hoseok #hoseok smut #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #bts fanfiction #vampire taehyung #sun god hobi

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silv3rswirls · 2 years

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Frenzy

Summary: He'd have to force himself to stop feeding; he wasn't an animal after all. Warnings: Vampire au, descriptions of blood, unedited for now

As his touch moved over the apple of your cheek his smile dropped. Thoughts of she’s cute, I suppose and perhaps I’ll choose someone else disappeared. His fingertips barely grazed your skin as the thought of tearing into you blurred his vision. To gnaw into your neck with the ferocity of an animal, while blood pooled in his mouth and spilled onto their clothing and floor. Your eyes would shoot open, maybe you'd try to push him away as his ears rang with curdled screams of agony.

He didn’t act on his fantasies.

Taehyung swallowed, throat painfully dry all of a sudden. Blinking until his vision unblurred he was met with you still sound asleep beside him. Arm curled over your stomach and head turned away, soft twirls of hair just waiting to be pushed away from your neck just for him. There was no blood spilling from you, all Taehyung could find were faint droplets sliding against his tongue from where his fangs had retracted and dug into it. He stood, clearing his throat and turning away.

He couldn’t remember the last time such violent thoughts passed through his head. His family wasn’t like that- they weren’t animals. Control over one's shelf was a pride, taking a long time to master, but in the end, it led his bloodline to one of the oldest, most well-renowned in the vampiric world. They weren’t animals like others; hunting for sport, leaving mangled bodies carelessly, draining every drop they could get. Taehyung fed when he was hungry, for enjoyment from time to time. But never had the desire to tear apart a poor soul caught him.

“I’m just hungry,” he told himself, his appetite had worsened lately. “Just feed and get it over with” he turned back to you, swiftly coming to sit beside you. With an arm settled around your waist, he held you up and let your head fall to the side. He brushed your hair away and with eyes laid upon supple skin, a hand upon your own as he dips down. The soft beat of your pulse rang in his ears as his lips caress your neck and search for the perfect spot; fangs retracting when he finds it. He pauses just for a moment- until he can’t stand it anymore. His fangs break skin with no resistance and a rush muddies his head, a feeling he’s not familiar with when it came to feeding. His brow crinkles, blood spilling into his mouth as he hums in contentment; fangs sinking deeper into your neck as he slips into a frenzy of hunger. It’s messy, dribbles of blood and saliva drop against your dress and slide to the pristine bed sheets.

He knows that it's time to stop, but he struggles to let you go.

His resistance had crumbled the moment he made up his mind about feeding from you. How amazing was it that a few delicate touches would undo his composure? All previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now there is only one desire, one wish, and Taehyung can faintly recognize his mistake in giving in.

It feels almost painful to pry himself away, but the thought of draining you and leaving you limp and lifeless was enough to force himself away. He stands, watching your body fall against the bed, crimson stained what seemed to be everything. Blood drips from his parted lips, his breathing heavy as he backs away; fearful he really had killed you.

But he can see the soft rise of your chest, the sleep he had put you under still working wonders as he lets out a sigh. He sits beside you once again. The red that had spilled onto his sheets was breathtaking as he watched the last few slip from the bite wound.

#bts #bts reactions #bts imagine #bts x reader #v #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts v #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung imagine #vampire taehyung #vampire taehyung x reader

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hisunshiine · 10 months

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Everlast Series Masterlist

🧛🏻 𝐸𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱

⟢ pairing: vampire!tae x human!reader ⟢ word count: 1,024 ⟢ genre + warnings: historical vampire au || nsfw 18+, minor angst, smut, fluff (smangst © & smluff © are we surprised?); major character ‘dying’ & blood consumption (vampire au so obvs, but i’d rather tag it to be safe than sorry), neck biting, unprotected sex, creampie, cuddling ⟢ summary: You seek out an Everlast that you have fallen for in the hopes that he can stop you from turning 30 & make you his forever.

🧛🏻 𝐸𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔑𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 | 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔩

→ pairing: Royal!Tae x Royal!OC → word count: 4,768 words → genre + warnings: historical vampire au || nsfw 18+, unrequited love, vampire au, fantasy au, smut, angst; Major Character Death (vampires obvs), blood, fangs, wounds, fatal injury described, briefly mentioned dead animal, minor character deaths (vamps gotta eat!) secrets & deceit, explicit smut: breath play, edging, impact play, degradation/humiliation, primal play, fingering, cream pie → summary: Kim Taehyung, the Lord of Aeternalis, is injured on a hunt to protect his town. Extreme measures are taken to save his life, but at the cost of everything he loves.

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yoongsisbae · 2 years

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Christmas with a Vampire | KTH

There once was a time when holidays were warm and special, Taehyung remembers. To you, even in his coldness, Taehyung is all you need for Christmas.

Vampire!Taehyung x reader Cyberpunk Futuristic AU

OOP CHRISTMAS IN JULY YALL. I FINISHED MY XMAS SERIES 6 MONTHS LATER LMFAO OOP IDC I AM PROUD OF MYSELF TBH 2022 HAS BEEN ROUGH

Warnings: emo vampire taehyung, human reader who is also kinda emo, a bit of fluff a bit of angst, smut, blood, bloodplay, multiple orgasms, oral sex, rough sex

Word count: 6k

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The bionic metal band around your wrist dings with a reminder. “Oh, it’s Christmas tomorrow.”

It didn’t particularly excite you. Every week had another “holiday,” another excuse to consume and buy and show off gifts and hold parties and participate in another tireless celebration.

You were over it.

Which is probably why you spent most of your nights away from the Top City, away from the shopping malls and quick markets and the endless fake façade of cheerfulness.

Instead, you stayed at the Underground.

Nothing was censored here, packaged prettily with fake promises of happiness, everything was raw and real and made you feel alive, really alive, because down in the Underground, where you could actually walk on dirt and grass instead of concrete and metal, you appreciated life because you were reminded of your mortality every day.

But you didn’t feel unsafe, because you had Taehyung.

“Did you hear me?” Of course Taehyung can hear you, Taehyung could hear a pin drop in a crowded room, he could hear your escalating heartbeat when his lips graze your collarbone, the soft exhale of pleasure from your lips, the air rushing into your lungs as you inhale.

He hums against your warm skin and presses his thumb against your throat, enjoying the way your pulse jumps, a steady throbbing rhythm, hungry for the sweet liquid rushing underneath.

Taehyung was another consequence of a city where sunlight rarely reached. In the darkness, monsters lived.

“Did you want a present?”

You snort, adjusting yourself on Taehyung’s lap. “No, just more time.”

Taehyung licks his lips, “As you wish.” He presses his lips to your throat, sucking softly, conditioning your body with pleasure before inflicting his bite, a delicious torture you’ve become addicted to. He pulls your body closer, his fangs protracting, piercing.

You felt the rush of being alive while held tightly in Taehyung’s arms.

“What about you?” you suppress the urge to pull away, it was only instinctual to try to preserve your life, standing on the edge of heights unimaginable staring into death, the strongest legs would buckle. Yours tighten around Taehyung’s spread thighs, succumbing to the euphoric feeling blood loss provided. “Did you want anything special?”

He doesn’t answer you, only drinks. Takes until his thirst is quenched, until your muscles relax, heavy head resting against his. He takes you to his bed, covers you in blankets, whispering “You’re all I need.”

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“Tell me more, how it was like,” you ask.

Taehyung pulls the layers of fabric off your body. Slowly, teasingly. All the layered clothing was necessary to deal with the drastic shifts in temperature outside. The days went from hot to freezing so quickly that those who chose to venture outside needed attire that was chameleon to the current climate.

Though, it was inconsequential to Taehyung, his body was always cold, his attire consisted of relics of the past, he dressed like the characters in the old 21st century movies you loved.

“We would travel to visit our families for the New Year. My mother would cook food all day, prep the night before. It took a long time, it was a labor of love. I can still remember the taste of her food.”

Home-cooking for you consisted of reheating prepackaged food, you think about what your life could have been if you had been born decades ago, would you be happier or more inconvenienced? Everything was already cut, pre-portioned, and pre-packaged for your needs. You’ve never even held a whole fruit or vegetable, never.

“What was your favorite food?” You play with his jacket, the worn fabric was soft and frayed, yet fit him perfectly.

“Hmm” He thinks of old old times, friends around a campfire, a real fire with logs burning, remembering the sulfuric smell of smoke, “if I could eat fried chicken again or barbecue beef-”

“I still can’t believe people used to eat animals, how barbaric.”

“Did you forget I’m a vampire and you, my love,” he says as he pulls off your last piece of clothing, “are an animal in technicality.”

“Yes, but you don’t eat me.”

“Hmm I don’t?” Taehyung teases, licking down your naked torso until he settles between your legs.

“You know what I mean–oh!”

---

“Merry Christmas,” you yawn, stretching.

The vampire pulls you into his side, wishing you a merry Christmas. You close your eyes and let your arms stay stretched as Taehyung kisses your exposed skin.

You liked being around him, it was so quiet here, so quiet. There were no bells or whistles repeating endlessly, chirpy voices constantly trying to get your attention and sell you something, just the quiet stillness of his quarters, Taehyung’s deep husky voice telling you about a distant memory in the softest manner.

“Can I ask you something?”

Taehyung smiles against your skin, nodding.

“If I asked you to turn me, would you?”

“No.” You expected this reaction, Taehyung only started biting you not too long ago.

“I thought you loved me.”

“I love you more than anything in this world. That’s why I will never do such a thing.”

“I don’t want to grow old while you grow out of love,” you admit, “I don’t want to lose you.” You stare into his red eyes, color so deep in his contentedness it could now be mistaken for brown. “It could be my…Christmas present,” you suggest.

Taehyung struggles with his response, “No, anything but that.”

You wanted to say something smart, something digging, like, ‘if you don’t do it I will find someone else to bite me,’ so desperate to not let him go. You could never let someone else feed from you now, you know. The act had become too intimate for you, but if he were to think it-

You strum your fingers across his chest, where his heart would beat. Another Christmas, then another new year, another year older, even if his venom renewed you, slowed the effects of your mortality, you still aged along while Taehyung stayed perfectly preserved and beautiful. “What if I were to turn…suddenly?” you ask in an offhandedly way, testing him. You knew the price was too high for someone like you, and those who offered to turn humans for what you could give were true monsters.

Taehyung runs his cold finger along your cheek, so warm and full, veins with blood and life. Never, he thought, he could never take such beauty away. “No,” he says in warning.

“But I-”

“Is this the kind of life you want to live forever? Our kind lives in places no one else wants to, in the lowest level, you want to live like this forever? Never seeing the sun, never reaching the top again, it will never even be a possibility for you anymore.”

“It could change, get better. One day vampires could be accepted-”

“It doesn’t get better, it never does.” For Taehyung, you were the only good thing, kindness, left in his life.

You sigh, “Alright, alright. I can’t stand the holidays. It’s so...depressing.”

Taehyung felt a nagging sense of unease. You were upset at him, but you were alive, huffing out an annoyed breath, but breathing. He places his lips against your arm, not a kiss, just a small gesture of adoration, a skinship.

“Want to see something?”

---

When you first met Taehyung, stumbling upon him after a night out drinking in your favorite Underground club, you knew exactly what he was. Vampires were a special kind of beauty, notoriously intimidating and alluring.

Taehyung wasn’t the first you’ve met, not even the first you let bite you, but he was the first who intrigued you, made you question your own prejudices regarding his kind.

He wasn’t like the typical vampire of the Underground. Those who patroned this club would gaudily flaunt their assets on the dance floor, quite the spectacle, it was what this particular club was known for. Humans would flock to them, dance with them, practically beg them to bite their necks, to notice them.

Like all things, vampirism became a valuable commodity, but their powers made them frustratingly unable to be regulated by the Top City. Their communities grew in the darkness and with so many willing donors, they thrived. But this particular one, you noticed slumped in the corner, looked tired. Vampires were never tired!

You first noticed him under dark neon blue club lights where shadows gyrated, a sea of bodies with sweat dripping down their skin, you danced down your path to him.

You moved through the crowd and every once in a while, you would see a pair of red eyes twinkling, like a black widow casting out a web and luring their meals closer with their beauty. Until you stood in front of his particular glowing red orbs, a cold expression peering back at you, quite indifferently. You laughed.

You laughed because he acted so irritated to be there.

You laughed and for an inexplicable reason, your laughter sent him years and years backwards, to a past Taehyung had truly forgotten. If Taehyung’s heart could beat, it would have skipped in rhythm at your laugh, your smile, and the roll of your eyes.

You turned back to the dance floor, but his icy grip held onto your wrist, cooling your skin, and for another inexplicable reason you felt instead heated from within at the contact. In this kind of place, where curious hands were always wandering, a stranger’s touch did not phase you. However this one time, with his long fingers placed secure around your wrist paired with his intense red stare, had you stopped, the loud music turned into a mere muffle and the bodies surrounding you ghosts.

You tilted your head to look closer at the odd vampire, your human eyes unable to see the slight soften in his expression under dark club lights, too impressed by the red glow in his eyes, too taken by his impeccably styled hair, the dark curls framing his sharp features, sharpness only more prominent under the blue cast, and his clothes so alien to everyone else’s, body covered by a tailored suit where you and everyone else showed off skin.

“Did you want to dance?” you ask softly, knowing his hearing could pick up your voice through the noise, “or drink?”

Taehyung hesitated. You noticed this time, when his eyes looked down at the ground and his lips tightened covering his fangs, hiding his true nature. “...or something else?”

He deliberates and bends down, places his lips so close to your ear you can feel the tickle of his hair against your cheek. “I want you.”

If one were to look at the pair of you it would look as if you fell victim to the vampire’s allure, the way he wrapped himself around you as you stood, his head tilted over your shoulder, eyes glowing at the others in warning, as if to say, ‘she’s mine.’ But it wasn’t so, it was you who had him wrapped around your finger, and all it took was a tug, an offer, a chance to get closer and smell and feel and taste what makes you so uniquely you.

The vampire in his old old old age was stubborn, and you in your young and never died age was stupidly fearless. It was a thrill to be held by him. You suggested some place more private.

A private room. Quiet. The swoosh and click of the automatic door shutting and only your breathing could be heard. A simple room with a simple purpose, holding a bed and a small loveseat placed at the foot, and a wall-length screen that displayed a fireplace.

You took a seat and wiped the sweat off the sides of your neck and brow. “Did you w-”

“You’re from the Top City,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he were a detective solving a case, placing a hand inside his pants pocket.

“Lots of people are from the Top City,” you laugh. “And I’m not-”

He sits down, reaches for your wrists and moves the bionic band slightly, showing off the lighter skin underneath, a faint tan line only those in the highest city would have. You brush him off, “I work in the city, I live in the lower, and I stay down here.”

“I will never understand you visitors-” he says bitterly, he did not understand why someone like you would risk your life to be in the company of dangerous beings like him.

“Is that why I’m here,” you challenge, “so you can better understand me?”

“Why did you come up to me?”

You tilt your head at the vampire, suppressing a laugh. His question made you think, you hadn’t expected to think, you really were not expecting to do much thinking at all. You had wanted to only act on your desires, he was a vampire after all. You had expected him to bite you and fuck you, not look at you with concern.

You exhale, “Why did I come up to you?” You had only planned to get drunk and dance, if someone had come up to you and asked you for more, you wouldn’t have shied away, but why did you search him out? “You looked so-” lonely, wanting a friend, no, that wasn’t what pulled you to him. “-out of place.” You turned to look at him, the dim lights and simulated fire still shadowed his features. “I can’t explain it,” you shake your head, “but I guess that happens often with vampires, right? We are just drawn to you.”

In truth, Taehyung was not actively hunting like the other vampires. He was old, jaded, even by their standards. He only came this particular night because he hadn’t left his home in months, for him time dragged along. Yet when he thought of all the time passed, all those years gone like a blink, things now moving quicker than ever before, it was too much. So he stopped thinking of the past, tried living, gave up living, tried not living, gave up that as well, and then went out for a drink. Alcohol. Not expecting another kind of drink, not expecting you, a reminder of his past.

“What’s your name?” you ask softly, if he was going to ask you questions, you were going to as well.

“Taehyung...yours?”

“Y/n.” you smile. “Taehyung, are we to sit here and…talk?”

“What did you want from me?”

You laugh. Such an odd creature he was! Vampires usually cut right to the chase, they ravaged you, took what they needed and gave you a parting gift, a taste of their immortality and the best sex of your life. Never have you had an encounter go this way, a vampire, a man, ask what you wanted from him?

“Hold on a second.” You grab the room controller, tapping its screen until the fireplace changes to a sunset, the glowing sun takes over the entire wall. It’s massive, mesmerizing, a bright scene of yellows and oranges and reds. Golden light fills the room, “There. Better. I can see you.”

“I haven’t seen this in a long time.”

“The real thing is so much better, do you remember?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never seen one like this though,” you sigh, watching as the sun kisses the sea, a bird flying in from the left of the wall and disappearing out the right. You watched sunsets through tinted windows disappearing behind metal fixtures and dark clouds. “Look at the water. Can you believe it was like that?”

Taehyung smiles, his fangs on display. “I’ve been there before, when I was human, the ocean, the beach.”

“When exactly did you turn?!” you laugh.

---

It was funny how after the first night you met, time for Taehyung changed again. The next day couldn’t come quicker for Taehyung. That night you asked him questions about his life, the details came back to him slowly with each answer. You, so human, so fragile, fell asleep in his arms, awoke and he was gone.

He found you this time, dancing, laughing with another woman.

“You came back,” you exclaimed, after seeing him again. He grabbed you, impatient, the old unfamiliar emotion resurfacing inside of him.

“Wait wait wait,” you laugh, “Are we going to do more than just talk again?”

He pulls you to him, answering your question with a kiss. It was warm even if his lips were not, it was hot, scalding, burning, a hot lamp exploding from a surge. His kiss rained down sparks across your body, your insides buzzed, your legs weakened, you were truly shocked by his passion.

The time in the private room was different this second night, it was Taehyung holding you close, listening to your body instead.

“Change that please,” you ask him, motioning to the digital fireplace, scooting up the bed, legs splayed out for him. He grabs the controller, tapping quickly. “What’s that?”

“The Eiffel tower.”

“It’s beautiful.” You look at the lit up structure against the night sky as Taehyung lays over you, kissing the soft skin of your neck, opening your legs wider.

“Something these screens will never get right is how small you feel in comparison looking at it.”

“I wish I could have seen it when it was like this. What was it like, seeing it from the ground?”

“It made you feel…sentimental.”

He repositions himself, lips dragging along your shoulder, licking across your skin, hands pulling the pleather fabric of your club dress lower, unclasping your bra, all his attention on your body.

His touch has you gasping, moaning, the way his tongue circles the sensitive skin on your breasts, fingers pulling on your nipples, kneading the flesh.

Your legs held tight around his waist until he pulled them open, thumb running along the center or your panties. He kept pressure, teasingly moving back and forth, feeling your writhe and pulse underneath him.

“Where do you like to bite?” you murmur.

“I’m not going to bite you,” he says, pulling away.

“You’re not?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “not tonight.”

“Can you resist?” you tease, biting your lip.

He presses his thumb against your nub, rubbing in tight circles, forcing your head back, body shaking from his touch. “I’ve had years of practice.” he smirks, pulling your panties off and pocketing the fabric for later.

You felt vulnerable and exposed as he watched your wet center, red eyes seeming to glow even more. He unbuttoned his shirt too slowly, your thighs shifting inward. Taehyung pressed them open again in response. Skillfully undressing himself with one hand, he held one leg up, finger pressing into the artery in your thigh, absentmindedly licking his lips as you grow wetter.

And then he decides to press his nose to your sex, face lost between your legs, licking every inch of you, tongue pressing inside and out until you scream his name.

He undid his belt, found himself pressed back to the length of your body as you kiss him hungry for more, rolling your hips up wanting to feel him. You gasp when he finally enters you, closing your eyes in ecstasy as he fills you.

You whine for air against his lips, the vampire forgetting to let you breathe, too focused on how you feel, wet and warm around him.

He thrusts in quick, hard, steady, forehead against the side of your head, thinning his restraint, pressing his instinct to bite you. You didn’t help, arching your back, turning your neck as you wailed for him, the smell of your sweat and lust all around him as you gripped onto his back.

“I’m going to come,” you stutter, clenching rhythmically around him. He lets go too, his fangs pierce the pillow underneath your head, tearing it. And you laugh breathlessly.

That was the start of you relationship with a vampire, seeking each other out every night, learning each others likes and dislikes, a very human relationship as it were, as he never bit you. In the beginning it made you worry, made you jealous, was he drinking from someone else instead? He almost lost you in an attempt to keep you, protect you from himself.

---

“I'm giving you my permission.”

“Not tonight-”

“Then when?” you raise your voice, “You’re a vampire-”

“Can’t I just be a man with you?”

You cross your arms, looking away. “You can, of course.” Sighing, you add, “Okay then, bite whom you want, I have to go.” You left abruptly.

Taehyung did not know how to feel, he felt coldness inside him like never before after your short stay. He missed you. The next night, when he searched for you in your usual spot, you were not there. He realized you were not anywhere in the night club, and for the first time in a long time, needing to find you, Taehyung used his vampire senses to search you out instead.

And he did find you, in a smaller club in the Underground, dancing with another man, bodies moving sensually, lost in the music and unaware of anyone else. The man moved too smoothly, rolled his body so precisely to the rhythm of the beat, Taehyung knew he was not just a mere man.

You rolled your hips into his, let this strange vampire hold your waist, your shoulder, the back of your head, all places Taehyung cherished. When the vampire bent down closer to your neck, Taehyung filled with anger, rage, bloodlust.

“Y/n.”

You look up surprised, moving towards Taehyung, only to be pulled back by your dance partner. Taehyung bared his fangs, glowering, moving too fast for even the other vampire to stop him.

Fights were common, no one flinched, but you stopped Taehyung before he hurt the other vampire. A human, putting yourself in between two vampires, like an overzealous puppy in the path of two lions, it was a sight that drew attention.

It was the most danger you have unknowingly put yourself in, yet you looked into Taehyung’s blazing red eyes only worried for him, Taehyung who would have ripped the other vampire to shreds if he were not scared you would never look at him like that again.

He led you away to safety, to his home. It was the first time you were in his home. To you it looked like a museum, with furniture made of wood instead of steel and plastic, electronics that you have never seen.

“Tell me why,” Taehyung asks slowly, “Why were you there with him?”

“I wasn’t with him, I was only dancing-”

“Do you think I cannot hear your heartbeat rise when you lie?” the vampire asks quietly, he won’t look at you, and you can feel his tempered anger.

“That is not fair-”

“What is not ‘fair’ is the way you haunt me...” he says, his cold demeanor cracking into emotion so unbridled, so human. “...the way I want you-” He studies your lips, the breath leaving and entering.

“I want you too,” you reach for his cheek, thumb caressing his lips, passing over his fang, you press the tip of your thumb into the sharp point.

Taehyung holds your wrist tight, yanking your hand away, but it’s too late, you’ve done it, pierced your skin and allowed your blood to flow in his presence.

“It’s okay, Taehyung, I want it.” you sigh, trying not to wince at the grip he holds to still you.

You reach your free hand to smooth down his eyebrows, scrunched in pain and discontent. “Please?”

“It will hurt you. It is not an act of love.”

You hesitate, “I don’t care, I don’t want you to bite anyone else.”

Taehyung relaxes for the first time tonight, finally understanding your behavior. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

You smile, “Then I guess you will just have to kiss it better.”

You let him suck the blood off your thumb, a small taste that had his body reeling, his resolve wavering.

He kisses your palm tenderly, and then quickly, before he changes his mind once more, pierces the plump flesh under your thumb.

It’s messy, blood runs down your arm, he licks your palm, blood across his lips and cheeks. Pulling you down to the rug, he kisses your arm, smearing blood from his lips and then licking your skin clean until he’s over you. He finally drags his lips away, softly sighing at how good it feels to taste you.

You open your legs, placing them around his frame. He moves quickly, quicker than humanly possible, tearing your clothes away and his clothes next, he’s pressing inside you before you react, mouth pressed into crook of your neck, fangs piercing you again.

You clench around him as he drinks, and you feel so good and tight, your blood so sweet and addicting, Taehyung doesn’t know if he can stop himself now, he whimpers against your skin as you breath quickens.

You concentrate on something other than the pain, instead you feel the weight of his body on yours and the fullness inside you. When you reach for his shoulders, his instinct makes him grab your hands, hold you down so you can’t stop him from feeding.

Your limbs tighten, your heartbeat quickens causing the blood to flow more freely, and he moans against you, lips suctioned your your throat.

He rolls his hips, shifting inside you, sucking harder on his bite. You cry out and he is taken out of his bloodlust briefly, finally pulling away.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, chest heaving, “Don’t stop now.”

---

He held up a dried leaf, deep red color in the center with brown crinkled edges. You didn’t know how to feel, holding the delicate paper-like leaf. It was an amazing sight.

“How is it still intact, after all these years?”

“I dried it. It is like me, frozen in time, not dead nor alive.” He says, watching you. “Do you want to see a flower?”

You nod, trying not to cry and moisten the delicate leaf.

He showed you dried marigolds, pansies, violets, dahlias, even a rose. So many beautiful flowers. He then showed you pictures on an old screen, where the flowers were so much more vibrant and colorful than the ones around you, and Taehyung stood, the bouquet to his face, his skin tanned and his smile without fangs.

“Do you have pictures of your Christmas?” you ask.

He smiles, and taps the screen until a new set appears. Taehyung smiling bright in the daylight, wearing a large stuffed jacket and mittens in the snow. “Back then it only used to snow in the winter.”

He scrolls to a family photo, so many smiling faces. You felt inadequate, you did not have the liveliness like those in his photos, you wished you were as happy and carefree as them, as he used to be. He did not deserve to be punished by being with someone like you for all eternity.

“Do you see why I cannot turn you?” Taehyung wanted you to understand what you would be missing, a life with a family that he could not give you. Happiness in a world where he was no longer invited into.

“Once you’ve been around as long as I have...” He massages the muscles of your back. “You realize just how those precious all those moments are.”

You nod solemnly. “I love you...” you look over to him, holding his gaze.

“I love you too.” He kisses you, distracting you from your sad thoughts.

In the Top City you made sure to cover your bite marks, this morning with a festive red ribbon. You made double credits during the holiday, which meant you could afford something nice to give to Taehyung, but what could you possibly get someone who has seen and done it all?

“I heard it’s a scam,” you say, skeptical. “How can I be sure it works?”

The dealer smiles wide, “Oh it works, I have seen it first hand.”

You look at the dealer’s sun lotion. “How many credits then?”

“I don’t trade in credits, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I said, I have first hand experience,” he smiles again, this time with protracted fangs.

“H-How?” You would be impressed if he did not frighten you. You heard rumors that vampires found ways to hide among the living. You asked your friend for leads on a shop that catered to a certain kind of patron, but you had not expected the dealer to be more than human.

“A good file for these,” he flicks his tongue over his fangs, “and a strong sun barrier,” he motions to the bottle, “you would be surprised what we can get away with.”

He was close to you, in your personal space. “It’s actually safer here, where they would least expect someone like me, most are too busy admiring my good looks to notice things like contacts,” he smirks.

“But the heartbeat monitors? The temperature scanners?”

“There are always ways around things like that, but what I want to know is why you want such things.”

“It is a present.”

He laughs loudly, “A present? Like a gift? Unbeholden?” He laughs again, “I would like to meet this vampire who you think deserves such a gift.”

“If you help me you can.”

“I will help you, but like I said, it will cost you, and not credits.”

“I can’t,” you look away, “I can’t betray him.”

“Ahh so that is it,” he says knowingly, but it does not change his mind and his desire to drink from you. “Just think of it as a transaction, nothing more, I’m sure he will understand,” he smiles slyly.

“L-Let me think about it.”

The vampire moves too quickly for you, blocking your exit. “Wait a moment, I will need some collateral, now that you know what I am. How can I trust you if you do not buy something from me?” He moves closer to you with each word, until you are pressed against his counter with no where to go.

“Please don’t do this, you cannot bite me.”

He looks down at your neck, covered in red fabric, smelling the imprint of Taehyung underneath. “It would be too troublesome to take from someone so precious to one of my kind, I agree...” He smells your hair, pressing himself closer. “But there are always ways around…”

---

“Taehyung?” You find him drinking at the bar, waiting. You smile at the way he slouches, drinks slowly, so out of place amongst the crowd. “Did you want to visit an old spot?”

“Did you want me to change the screen?” Taehyung asks once alone in the familiar private room.

“No, it’s fitting, don’t you think?” admiring the fireplace, designed into a holiday hearth with stocking and garland. You pull out a small box from your pocket. “Here, for you.”

He carefully unwraps your gift “What is this?”

“So you can see the day again,” you smile, hopeful.

“How do you know it will work?” He inspects the bottle.

“Well, it worked for other vampires.”

“How do you know?”

You hold your breath, something Taehyung notices immediately. He also notices something else, paying closer attention to you, the sweet iron scent of your blood present.

“Taehyung!”

He grips your forearm and the smell increases tenfold as he lifts your sleeve to a bandage.

“It’s just a cut,” you look into his worried eyes as his expression changes, hardens. He can smell it, so faint, on your skin, the presence of another vampire. “Do you like the present?” And suddenly he realizes what you did for him.

“I told you, you’re all I need.” His voice was so low and soft, you could barely hear his word above the simulated fire.

“And when I’m dead, what will you do?”

Taehyung unravels your bandage to a cut that extends the length of your forearm.

“I doesn’t hurt,” you assure him, “Let us at least enjoy our time together. You said you couldn’t visit the Top City, I found a way. The New Year is around the corner, we can celebrate it together wherever we want.”

You’re excited, yet cautious, knowing Taehyung was ultimately upset with what you did. “There are other vampires there you could learn from.”

Taehyung winces with the new information, thinking of how much danger you have put yourself in. “Vampires like the one who hurt you?”

“He didn’t hurt me, he ended up being nice actually...a little rough around the edges, like you,” you say lightly. You remembered how the dealer, unable to heal you with his bite as it was ‘off-limits,’ gave you food bars for the blood loss instead, joked about being a nurse. “Much louder,” you laugh, easing Taehyung’s worries a bit, “His name is Jin, I will give you his contact if you promise not to start a fight.”

“You need to learn to be more careful,” he licks the dried blood across your arm, covering any lingering scent with his own.

“If I was careful we wouldn’t have met,” you tease.

Taehyung sighs, what is he going to do with you, so willing to push your boundaries and test your mortality. Perhaps you were right, he thought, only you were foolish enough to fall in love with a monster.

“You are sometimes...infuriating.”

You laugh at his candidness. “And you are so stubborn, but I love you.”

He smiles at your earnestness. “Come here,” he calls you, with one long finger beckoning you over, pulling you to him as if he were pulling a string connected right to your heart.

You move over his lap, melting into this embrace. You never stopped being amazed at how secure you felt in his arms as he lifted you up easily and placed you atop the bed. You undressed for him, removing everything until only the red ribbon around your neck remained, red matching his eyes.

You kept your arms over your chest, your scar prominently displayed. Taehyung would usually wait until the end, but he decided to bite you now to heal the ugly scar. He pulls your arms away, holding you still as he let his fangs pierce your chest, mouth over your nipple, licking the sensitive bud to mute the pain, let pleasure overtake you instead.

The scar heals but Taehyung doesn’t stop drinking. After knowing you were touched, he needed to claim you, succumbing to the part of him that wanted to mark you as his, moving to your other nipple, exacting the same kind of torturous pleasure.

A series of whines and moans escapes your lips from the dull ache, the pressure building between your legs as Taehyung sucks and licks. Your moans becoming louder until he finally breaks away, wanting more of you. He licks the blood from his lips, moaning low, “Let me have you.”

He shifts your body onto your stomach, massaging your back. And lower and lower, taking him time admiring the jiggle and movement of your body.

“Yes.” You whine as he smoothly presses himself inside.

Taehyung was exceptional at giving you pleasure, he has had hundreds of years to perfect his technique, and a desire to make you scream, crazed for him.

He holds your hip in one hand and your arms behind your back in the other, moving your body over his length, a hard pace that knocks your deeper into the pillows.

His sex was rough, steadily building your tolerance up, deep thrusts that knocked the air out of you and made you forget everything but his name and yours, until your body spasmed without any thought other than how good he felt inside you.

And then Taehyung, not tired, not with you, holds your body tight, kissing your skin, biting softly while he enters you again, using skilled fingers to send you into bliss again. See, as much as he craved your blood, you craved him as well.

Taehyung hums a low melody, waking you. A Christmas song you’ve heard a hundred times before, but never sounding as soothing and sweet as it does sung out by Taehyung’s low timber, dragging out the melody like he never wants the song and this moment to end.

“You, baby. All I want for Christmas is you.”

You hum along, smiling. “Still no?”

“I love you,” he says after finishing the classic, “I don’t want to lose you, but I cannot curse you like this.”

“We still have time.” You weren’t giving up, but you won’t push him, not tonight. “This won’t be the last Christmas.”

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 year

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vampire tae x fem reader plz 🫣 need something kinky LOL 🫦🫶

So I'm not doing full fics but here's what I'm thinking

1. Stalks her on her on her way home for weeks. He originally intended for her to be a quick snack. But something about the way that she walks intrigues him.

2. Maybe it's something about the way she stops to feed the homeless dog or how she doesn't seem to notice her surroundings and yet flinches when somebody walks past her.

3. He approaches her on a Friday night when she's at a bar with her friends. She comments on how he looks familiar but she can't place him. He laughs it away and talks about how it must have been in her dreams.

4. He convinces himself, he is just playing with her. Making for a more entertaining meal in the long run. Everyone likes dinner and a movie.

5. And then suddenly they're six dates in and the urge to bite her just isn't as strong. He finds himself listening to her talk about the most mundane things and being entertained.

6. They date for 6 months before she even finds out. He's a vampire. He very strategically makes it so she can never see him during daytime and she never puts two and two together because who the f*** believes in vampires. He tells her he has a job that goes from six to six and it's impossible for him to get away 6 days a week. And on the 7th day he has to do something with his family or whatever. It definitely helps that it is September when they meet and the days are getting shorter. But 6 months in the days are getting longer again and it's getting harder for him to come up with excuses to not come out in the daytime. So he just tells her.

7. She doesn't believe him. She doesn't get lost. Absolutely not taking any that b******* thinks it's a joke that he's come up with. So he bites her. Only a little bite, just a little nibble.

8. And she becomes obsessed with the feeling of being fed on. Sex becomes a lot more interesting. Now he is able to bite her and mark her and claim her as his.

9. Originally, he just has some kind of plan to keep her as a concubine, but the longer that together he realises that he could quite easily spend forever with her.

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rainbowsuitcase · 1 year

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Old vampire Yoongi who's trying so hard to keep up with the times vs young vampire Taehyung who's pretending to be ancient because it’s fun.

Yoongi hates Taehyung for spreading historical inaccuracies and Taehyung makes fun of Yoongi for not understanding emojis.

#bit #taegi #enemies to lovers #but like comedic #vampire taehyung #vampire yoongi #i love these new pics #also wtf is yoongi doing #TELL MEEEE

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kth1 · 1 year

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BR: Red Eyes (m) | KTH

Red Eyes [Taehyung x Reader]

⟶ Genre: Vampire Au | Smut | 18+ ⟶ WC: 20k+ ⟶ Warnings: slight sugar daddy taehyung, slight dom/sub themes, shower scene, soft massaging, featuring vamp!jin and vamp!jungkook, oral (f), fingering, biting, name-calling, descriptions of rough sex, blood warning, nipple play, creampie, semi aftercare, vamp blood can be used as a heal and could be a hallucinogen, etc ⟶ Summary: You begin to figure out that Taehyung is a man of his word. Slowly but surely you’re slipping further into the expanse of his expensive world. But are you willing to accept? ⟶ Beta: Thank you all for assisting me through this fic and pointing out the areas I need to work on. This has come a long way but I'm happy to get it out into the world! @amourtae @jeonjcngkook @caelesjjk ⟶ Author’s note: Surprise! Over a year and a half later after the release Black Ravens, I finally decided to dedicate myself to a series! I never stopped thinking about the what ifs with vampire Tae, especially the one I wrote. I hope people give love to this, I really do. If I forgot any warnings, please contact me.

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It’s dark beneath your eyelids, but you’re too lazy to open them.

Something — a distant noise of some sort — stirs you from your sleep.

The smell of burnt incense mixed with freshly turned earth fills your nostrils as you take in a heavy breath. Your head rolls to the side, landing on an even softer cool plush of — what feels like — a pillow crafted by the Gods themselves. It cradles your head delicately, like placing a newborn baby down in its crib for a sweet night.

Deep voices whisper about; hushed tones purposely low to avoid your ears. It all sounds faint, muffled from your hazy sleep-state. You couldn’t care less about what’s to be said. The bed you're residing in feels like it stretches for miles as it makes sure to hold you captive in its undeniable comfort anyways.

There’s no question how much your body is begging for rest; you can barely move to a new position without a strong ache protesting against your muscles. The comforter draped over your limp body is cool to the touch, a soft fur-like fabric cuddling every inch of your body. Thankfully, it hordes all your body heat underneath it.

But, who dares disturb your slumber at this time?

It’s hard to make out the words each voice speaks at first. Both are deep with respect, conducting a tune to your ears like a lullaby.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive.”

“She’s not going to be happy about her.”

You register the melodic tune of one of those voices. No doubt in your mind it sounds exactly like Taehyung. Oddly, with that knowledge of his presence you feel slightly more at ease. Ready to admit defeat to Mr. Sandman with no hesitation.

“Just… don’t worry about it. It’s my choice, not hers.”

There’s a pause between the two voices. It feels as if you caught yourself napping and missed out on the rest of their conversation. You beg your own body to get comfortable once again, clutching your arms needily around a nearby pillow as you hold it closer to your frame. The soreness of your muscles ache, body feeling beaten and ravaged. You feel the tightness of your neck and back grinding with the way you bend, objecting to any sudden or harsh movements.

The pain comes from the last thing you remember – being pinned down and clutched by a leeching vampire by the name of Taehyung.

A single palm comes resting against the top of your head, lengthy cool fingers pet away the stray hairs falling into your face. You feel frozen from the gesture, though the hand feels like it’s encouraging you.

With a voice that reaches straight to your bones, you hear the calming words, “Go back to sleep, kitten.”

You’re not positive when you fully come back to your senses. Blaming the sweltering heat rising from under the covers, you push off the fabrics piece by piece until only a thin sheet rests over your frame. The uncomfortable tightness in your lower abdomen constantly reminds you of an urgent need, begging for you to relieve the tension before it becomes too painful holding it in. Once your eyes flutter open, wiping away the hard crusts that formed, you begin to ponder your surroundings.

A burning fireplace sits at the far end of the room, crackling wood bends at the fire’s warmth. Ash gray walls surround you, hinted with intricate etchings on the baseboards and a collection of black and white paintings. A sheer black canopy falls loose off the top of the bed frame, draping down around the mattress of which you still lay.

Everything that you set your eyes upon just screams the word expensive.

You don’t recall a place as such, most definitely not your own room nor any from Black Ravens. As you start to search for answers, you twist your head to view a row of black blinds shut tight against a large window. Perhaps seeing outside would help, maybe you can recognize the area.

Slowly, you’re able to shift your body up the bed even though your pain argues against the actions. When your legs manage to hang off the side, seconds from your feet touching the darkened wood flooring, a soft noise startles you.

To your left, nearly blending in with the curtain of the bed, stares two copper eyes. The sound you hear is nothing but a soft meow from an observing cat batting its tail slowly. Its whiskers pucker as it sniffs the air just before it stands up, stretching its lengthy limbs and scooting itself off the covers. You watch the line of its path straight to the crack of a doorway as its paws pad softly against the flooring.

Through the opening crease, you notice the amenities of a bathroom. Instantly, it reminds you of how badly your body needs to be taken care of, and now with direction, you follow the innocent feline into the separate room.

You wince at the light that clicks on, blinding your sight momentarily and causing you to stumble into the side of the sink’s counter. You curse under your breath, hand covering your eyes until you bypass the cat which sits promptly up on a towel drawer until you find the seat of the toilet.

Surprisingly, you find that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Only an abnormally large plain shirt thrown on you, loose like a dress and drops low to accommodate your body and covering the important parts. You recognize it as one of Black Raven’s “cover up” shirts, mainly worn after a participant's clothes have been ruined. You hoist the fabric upon sitting down, ready to do your deed, until you lock eyes with the waiting cat.

“Are you just going to sit there and watch me?” Your poor fragile voice sounds more hoarse than you anticipated. Your vocal cords strain roughly.

You huff to yourself, shaking your head a little at the ridiculousness of questioning the animal. But as if it understands you, it turns its head away from you as if you’re not good enough for its attention.

Your eyes scan down and disapprove of all the markings left on your legs, wounds all pinched shut and coating over with fresh layers of scabs. One bite mark looks particularly angry, it hurts to the touch. As you lift the fabric on your body higher, you notice more.

“Taehyung really went to town on me…” you mumble to yourself.

Bruises litter your hip, even a scratch mark rakes down your waist. If you weren’t so into the pleasurable state of sex, you’re sure all these blemishes would have been more painful. More noticeable.

Pieces of your memory mold back together the more you wake up. Finishing yourself with the toilet, you find yourself staring far too long into the lengthy mirror above the sink. You study the discolored markings, how drained your face looks as it stares back at you in the reflection. The liveliness of your body looks as dull as ever, these grotesque markings are no help at all thanks to Taehyung.

Well… you remember three were from his elusive coven mate, Jimin.

The clear glass of the shower door calls your attention in the background of your scenery. What you would give to shove your entire face under the showerhead and watch the water swirl down the drainage pipe. To have the hot water cascade across your cold skin and to be engulfed by the steam hovering your own body.

However, those blissful thoughts snap in two when the cat meows at you once again.

It stands proudly, jumping down and out the door. When it doesn’t feel your presence following suit, it calls to you again.

So the cat is leading you around now, is it?

It paces quickly to another door hidden from the view of the bed and begins scratching at the bottom edge of the frame. The poor thing must have been locked inside of here with no way out, you think.

Ignoring the pains pricking at your muscles, you step up to the door to twist the crystalline knob and open it just enough for the feline to step through. The crack is just enough to give you a view of a lengthy hallway, endlessly trailing to God knows where.

You close the door as silently as possible before rushing yourself back to the bathroom for that heavenly shower you desperately need. Collecting all the materials you may want to use, mainly a few towels to wash and dry your body that you found in a nearby closet, you briskly twist the shower’s nozzle and test the temperature of the running water.

“You’re awake,” a deep voice comes out from behind you.

It nearly causes you to jump forward into the glass shower door, but luckily you catch yourself from being too dramatic.

“I… uh –”

“– Good evening,” Taehyung smiles. His eyes trail your figure, watching the way you hold the towels closer to your body the moment you look back at him. “How are you feeling, kitten?”

You nod slowly while you take a more casual stance as you face him. His gorgeous hazel eyes melt you like butter sitting in the sun for too long, turning liquidy the longer you stare back into those crisp irises.

“Not going to speak?” He lifts an eyebrow as he takes a step inside the bathroom. His foot kicks the door closed behind him as he begins to shrug out of the denim jacket he wears. The fabric collides with the tile floor below as he continues his actions with other pieces of his clothing. “It’s quite alright. Take your time warming up to me.”

“A–Are you going to take a shower?” You blink at him, trying to process the reason why one by one his clothes are being thrown off his body. He doesn’t hesitate at all, minding you no business as all you can do is watch him as you stand there stunned.

“We are,” he tosses you a toothy grin.

The second his underwear slinks down his lengthy legs you immediately shoot your eyes up to the ceiling. As if you have never seen this man naked before and that you owe him the decency of privacy. Or maybe, you are just too terribly nervous with how fast paced and nonchalant the situation turned into.

“We?” You repeat with a higher tone than anticipated.

He chuckles softly, combing his fingers through his hair to push back those curly strands before looking at you. He hums in approval as he steps in front of you, hands coming to touch along your arms. You smell a whiff of his woodsy aroma, a scent you can never pinpoint, but it is the only smell you associate this vampire with.

Unique to him and him alone.

There’s amusement on his face as he looks over you, pulling your body closer to his until you’re pressed against his front.

“Is someone worked up?” He quizzes you as one hand comes down to clasp the hem of the massively oversized shirt you’re wearing. “I can hear your heart racing. I bet you can hear it too.”

He’s swift at pulling the towels away from your arms, and even quicker with pulling up the material of your shirt even when you protest a second too late. It is up and over your head before you realize it, clasping your arms across your chest and immediately burying yourself into his frame to hide any inch of yourself that you can.

“Tae!” You screech. All your muscles yell back at you with all of the sudden movements your body makes. “Wait, no. Please!”

He places his large hand on the side of your head, tilting your face to look at his. The other palm soothes over your back and down your spine, pressing you softly into him as the two of you stand there completely bare.

“There, there, kitten. You’re safe with me,” he grins as he turns your head, hooking his thumb under your jaw. His eyes trail over the marks on your body, humming to himself every time he spots a discoloration to your skin. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have been out for a while and I haven’t been able to properly wash you.”

Lightly, he places a kiss on your temple.

“What do you mean I’ve ‘been out for a while’?”

You watch through the corner of your eyes at the way his free hand opens the glass door and reaches in to twist the nozzle. Water comes rushing out of the top of the area, replicating a waterfall from a cluster of rocks. Matching tiling from the floor compliments the earthy coloring of the walls. A few eucalyptus plants hang from one small section right above a built-in slab that serves as a seat or placement for shower products.

“You’ve been asleep for about a day and a half,” he admits.

Taehyung inhales deeply against your hairline, placing one last peck to your head before moving the two of you into this extravagant shower. Surprisingly, the water didn’t need time to warm up – instantly being the perfect temperature to heat up your cold body. He allows you to step under first, letting you rinse off. The more your body intakes the new found warmth the more it loosens up your muscles.

“Really?” You chirp back with astonishment, voice cracking angrily at the force. “Wait, it’s Sunday now?”

Before you can step away, Taehyung holds you in place with his hands. He joins you under the falling water, dipping his face under the rushing liquid before whipping it away.

“Really.”

“Where are all my things? I’m not supposed to be here. I had plans for… Oh, he’s going to ki –”

Taehyung hushes you, using his hands to knead into your arms and up to your shoulders. “Don’t worry. All of your belongings are with me. I took care of your absence by replying to your friend and letting them know you weren’t feeling well. Besides,” he grins when your body twists in pain from the massage he is giving you, “I did a number on you and I told you I’m going to take care of you.”

His hands are like corrupting black magic, wielding you like a puppet. You’re not sure what to blame between the ache in your muscles or tiredness you continue to feel, but the sorcery of twists and turns his fingertips do to you makes you thaw completely into his palms. Making you forget how important your plans are and falling head over heels for the tall vampire before you.

You’ll deal with the consequences of your failed plans later.

“Where does it hurt?” He speaks softly as he tests out areas of your back and neck.

You respond in the same tone, fluttering your eyes whenever he flicks over a taut muscle, “Everywhere.”

He pulls you forward along with him, taking the opportunity to sit himself down on the stone slab and you sideways on his lap. Taehyung is faster than you, as usual; his quick movements allow him to snatch a loofah and bar of soap all while pressing a button on the side of the wall. It changes the location and direction of waterflow. He grips a metal faucet that hooks off from the wall, twisting it from its hinge and dragging the spray of water to aim across you.

Taehyung analyzes each bite wound on your body as the spongy loofa glides over them. If it were any other time, you’d begin to feel a nervous tension between the oddly domesticated silence the two of you share – but for now you bask in the attention. Savoring every small caring detail he gives you.

“Is this your home?” You question as your eyes are trained to the tiles below.

“One of many,” he responds.

“It’s nice…” you trail off.

You feel shy with the way his lengthy fingers flutter over your skin with the soap, washing away the surface scuffs and leaving suds in its path. He hums a ‘thank you’, chuckling at the way he places his face closer to yours on purpose to make you show your bashful side.

He notices how you still hover your midriff, already given up on hiding your breasts by placing your arms and hands strategically over areas of your body you’re not ready to expose just yet. Taehyung gives you your space, even though he’s infiltrated the majority of it.

“I’ve arranged for one of my servants to gather you some basic necessities, but within the month you’ll be brought out to shop for whatever you’d like. I’d advise you to rest well until you fully recover, take your time adjusting.”

“You… you didn’t need to do that for me,” you twist your head to finally look at him.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the way Taehyung looks, regardless of what setting or lighting he’s portrayed in. He always has been nothing but beautiful, drop dead gorgeous. But right now, he stares back at you with sincere eyes, wet curly locks that twist every which way, and beads of water trailing down the sides of his face. For a second, you completely forget about the conversation. Admiring only him and the glow of his perfectly sculpted features.

“What do you mean by ‘adjusting’?”

Slowly, your body starts leaning closer to the vampire. Your eyes are set on his parted lips, pretty and round. He allows you to inch closer, seeing how blindly you wish to kiss him.

“Your life,” his voice drops an octave. Even his Adam’s apple bobs with the way he speaks. He’s nothing but serious, eyes scanning down your face to your neck and collarbones. “You’re mine now. Your current life needs to change to be with me,” he grins.

“I… What? Tae, I can’t just do something so drastic like that,” you scrunch your eyebrows together. “I have so much going on, you don’t have a single clue.”

“But I do,” he hushes you with a kiss. It catches you off guard with how warm his lips feel against yours. “I’ve known about you for a while now, kitten. Your records at Black Ravens only told me so much. I had to do some studying.” Taehyung’s hand sneaks up to the back of your neck, lightly tugging on your skull to tilt your head back. He takes the handheld showerhead to wash over your hair, damping it in preparation for shampoo and conditioner. “You’ll adjust well, I believe. I have everything you could ever need.”

“Tae…”

“I care for you, Y/n. I really do,” he soothes over his words with the trickling water. “I’m sorry for taking you in on such short notice, but I would have never left you bleeding out on a Black Raven’s bed. I want you to know I had nothing but true and good intentions while I took you back to the comfort of my home. I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable in any way,” he speaks with sincerity and kindness. Taehyung’s voice remains soft as if he’s speaking to a worried child. “Please know that I wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.”

Taehyung doesn’t allow you to process much further because he twists you in your place, making you face forward and away from him. He lathers up your hair delicately as you remain quiet; you try processing what all has been said to you as he rinses and repeats the action with his shower products.

There’s something in the back of your mind that concerns you, sends you a word of caution the more you ponder over everything you have going on with your life. Family, friends, working towards your career, classes, and beautiful memories. Did you really just wish yourself away from all of those by accepting Taehyung?

As if he can read the stress levels radiating off of your body, Taehyung speaks up. “We can talk more about it later,” he soothes, petting your head. “Relax with me. Tell me, are you in any pain from these?” He references the array of bite marks as his finger lightly trails across them.

You shake your head no, not worried about the small blemishes compared to how fatigue your body feels. It’s not the first time you have had multiple wounds like this on your body.

“I’m okay. Just tired,” your eyes flicker down to your lap. The mark between your thighs still emits a dull pain. “Well, there’s this one.”

You feel Taehyung’s chin rest on your shoulder, peering down from behind you to see where your fingers point to. They lightly prod at the nasty scab that sticks out, softened by the water of the shower.

“Would you let me fix it for you?”

You’re confused with what he’s asking you, questioning him with how on earth he plans to fix your wound. He snakes his hand over your thigh, prying it apart from the other to view the full blemish. Briskly, he removes the crusts that cover the openings and rips open a faint batch of blood. You flinch with the action, seething between your teeth.

“It’ll be fine. You won’t feel a thing in a few seconds,” he laughs.

Taehyung then pricks his thumb on one of his fangs, drawing his own scarlet blood. It drips lazily down his finger as you watch him with awe. He places it over the bite mark, and like a miracle, you watch before your eyes how the small puncture wounds on your leg seal together in seconds.

“What the – How? Where did it go?”

Your hand scoots past Taehyung’s to press into the soft flesh of your thigh. The mark disappeared completely before your eyes. Even the litter of marks around the area tend to fade with each passing second.

“Give it a little bit and your body will be healed up. It was only a little bit, but it will still do its job.”

“Tae,” you begin with a shake of your head. “Tae, where did the bite mark go?”

He sighs as he cages his arms around your frame, hugging you from behind.

“A vampire’s blood gives us various abilities… and is our life essence. Healing is one of many things it can do for a human.”

“Can it save people too?”

Taehyung’s fingers find yours before interlocking them together. He allows the water to cascade down on the two of you, holding another in an embrace of comfort.

“Depends on your definition of saving. It’s not a known existence to the world. Many people are unaware of the abilities of a vampire’s blood and we try to keep it that way for several reasons,” he licks his lips between words, “How are you feeling?”

You breathe as you absentmindedly take in the information while staring at the steam collected on the shower’s door. Yes, your muscles seem to have untensed faster than you think they would have without this magic blood. But you remain skeptical about it.

“I’m alright,” you state.

Taehyung makes a disgruntled noise beside you as his thumbs run circles on the tops of your hands. You’re unaware of the shift in his mood but you soon discover his eyes roaming back to a few marks in the junction of your neck.

“I’m afraid to give you more,” he huffs. His lips come dangerously close to your outer ear as he continues to talk to you. “Too much vampire blood and it can cause several different effects. Even a small dose can heighten your senses,” he smirks as goosebumps grow on your skin, “increase ones strength,” he whispers as he squeezes you tighter in his hold, “and can even make sexual experience a lot more… intense.”

You swallow hard at his words. Each delectable syllable tingles your eardrums. The way his hands slide over your skin heats you up even further without doing much at all. Your body feels good, very good, with what tiny bit of blood was given to you. Denying its influence to your body is a foolish thing to think about.

Taehyung finds amusement as he watches you battle with whichever thoughts flood your mind. You feel as if you’re in a cloud of nothingness – or is that just the visible steam fogging up around you to blame? Each bead of water heightens those sensations radiating in your body. Your heart beats faster with each ticking moment.

“I do warn you, each person gets affected differently. It also depends on the dosage. Many humans take it as a drug to see hallucinations and to feel something, to feel more. It’s powerful, but it eventually dies down. Becomes addictive. Even taken in a large dose… the human can metaphysically or spiritually bond with the vampire they drink from. The vampire community has kept the healing properties a secret so it wouldn’t encourage humans to hunt vampires for their blood.”

Turning your head, you’re met with a pair of beautifully crafted hazel eyes. They stare deep into yours, catching your gaze and begging for you to not break it. Penetrating you in your spot. When Taehyung hears no response from you, he pushes the topic further while his eyes trail down to your lips.

“I can trust you, can’t I?”

You part your lips to speak, though nothing comes out. You’re nearly mesmerized by how Taehyung looks. A deep cardinal desire picks at your brain as your eyes can over his features, admiring the beauty before you. You feel sweltering hot as if your skin is threatening to melt off your bones.

Blinking hazily at his face, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. You can’t describe exactly what you are feeling; it’s like you are drunk and high at the same time but with no negative effects. Your mouth runs dry, parched from how thirsty you’ve become in the matter of minutes.

“Y/n?” Taehyung’s smooth baritone voice flutters your heart as he speaks your name.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you mutter under your breath.

Your fingers press firmly to pull his head closer to yours. Lips seeking him with no questions asked, planting them securely against his. There’s an eagerness scratching in the back of your head. You fight to twist your body on his lap, grounded by the two strong palms now resting on either side of your hips.

“Are you aroused, my little kitten?”

His mouth hovers yours, mere centimeters away. The accusation stirs you, how guilty you suddenly feel. You want nothing more than to tangle your tongue with his at this very moment. Your breath shudders when you inhale; it feels as if you were catching your breath after running a marathon.

You don’t need to answer Taehyung, your actions speak louder than any word that can come out of your groggy throat. Fluttering your eyes shut, you pull him to reconnect his lips to yours. Your tongue stretches into his mouth, licking past his teeth and meeting his with a warm greeting.

He hums a small laugh, his smirk unable to hide his high spirits.

“Kitten, I don’t want to use this against you. I was only trying to heal you up. Plus, aren’t you exhausted…” Taehyung takes a hand and travels it toward the apex of your thighs, “Down here?”

His thumb toys with the idea of running it along the bend of your thigh, edging it closer towards your crotch. The sensation feels otherworldly, magical. Heighted to a new extreme as the water trickling down above you feels like you’re under a waterfall.

Each physical sensation blesses your nerve endings, making them vibrate with mirth throughout your skin. A strangled moan escapes your mouth when you allow a curse to fall out of your lips.

“Fuck,” you breathe. Your chest rises and falls with desperation. “Fuck, don’t…”

Taehyung hums, his face pressing against yours and he nudges your head to lean back against his shoulder.

“Don’t what?” He whispers, halting his actions. “I won’t touch you –”

“Don’t stop,” you seethe through your teeth.

He witnesses the way your nipples stand erect. How the twitch of your legs help open them wider as if you’re welcoming his hand to slide further. Your heart pounds with every waking moment, beating hard on the inside of your ribcage as your body sends itself into a state of bliss. You can imagine yourself in a rainforest, hearing tropical birds chirping as the smells of fresh mulch and soil fill your nostrils. Sun rays beaming down bright against your skin as you lounge yourself atop a lily pad floating on a pond. Bold, vibrant colors paint the world around you, and the only thing pulling you back to reality is the man splitting your legs wider with his feet as he leans you back against his chest.

“What are you seeing?” He questions calmly, unable to read the blown out pupils of your eyes.

Taehyung uses one hand to grip your chin softly, tilting your head to look up at him. With the vampiric blood dancing in your system, his features look even more amplified. More gorgeous – and you’re unsure exactly how. Taehyung glows like how you imagine an angel might, ethereal and stunning. His eyes twinkle like a thousand little suns having a fiesta together.

“You,” you admit. “I only see you.”

Taehyung keeps his focus on you, wanting to give you the ultimate pleasure you deserve. He’s sure to keep slow and not push the limits; he is aware of the draw-backs of what happens with a human on vampire blood. He wants to show you how he intends on keeping his promise of taking care of you to all ends, even when he is ignoring his own hard-on pressing against your backside. Maybe one day he’ll experiment sex with his blood in your system, if you so wish it, but for now – he knows you only need the bare minimum of happiness.

Seeing as you can have everything and anything you want right now.

Taehyung’s hand drops down to collect your breast in his palm. He doesn’t even need to toy with it much at all before having you gasp out loud from the sensation. Your nipples remain painfully erect, calling to Taehyung to stroke over them one by one just to turn up your pleasure some more.

You groan with excitement and feel your body quake with shivers running down your spine. Your hands rush to grab at him, moaning out a plea for him to continue his actions.

“Touch me, please.”

He shushes you as his other hand reaches for the detachable showerhead. From underneath you, his feet hook around your ankles to spread your legs wider. The heat of the shower touches your exposed pussy, revealing the dampened mess between your folds. It doesn’t last long there, not with how Taehyung runs the showerhead over your body. Teasing your skin all over before centering it above your cunt.

The blasts of water jetting out of each rubber hole presses against your lower lips and clit. A constant pressure applied right to the place you needed it the most. Your grip tightens as you inhale a whine, swallowing harshly as your body undergoes the sudden and shocking impact. You shake in Taehyung’s hold while reaching down between your legs to grip his wrist. His strength holds you back as his other palm latches over your mouth, muffling your beautiful whines and keeping you pressed against his body.

He rubs the showerhead over you slowly at a deliciously dangerous pace. Taehyung’s lips kiss against the side of your neck while you strangle a moan that fails to escape.

“That’s it…” he coos. “Accept it. Let your body fall into it.”

You screw your eyes tight as the words laced into your ears hit you. Beckoning your orgasm to release instantaneously and rolling over you like a bulldozer. Taehyung supports your body no matter which way you convulse; he’ll make sure you ride it out with no worries.

The hand placed over your mouth catches all your weeps and sobs, muting you from the world. Your nails pierce into Taehyung’s wrist as you anchor yourself, holding onto him for dear life. It’s as if the waterfall you once were under sweeps you off your feet and drifts you out and over the rocky slopes of a river and into a bottomless pit of an ocean. Where those raging rapids of your orgasm begin to calm down and smooth out into slow luscious waves. Sailing you out into the void on the surface of the water.

“Kitten?”

You hear Taehyung’s voice echo in your head. It sounds beautiful and serene, his voice coaxing over your senses as if it’s the only thing able to ground you.

Your chest heaves as you catch your breath through the thick steam of the shower. Collapsing your head back against Taehyung’s shoulder, you relish in the pure bliss of everything around you. His hand slips from your mouth to guide your jaw towards him as he simultaneously removes the showerhead from between your legs and back to the hook nearby. A soft, yet playful smile, dresses his beautiful lips. Even his eyes flash delight and mirth.

“You’re so sexy when you enjoy yourself,” he comments.

Delicately, his lips press onto yours once again. His mouth feels possessive, like he’s ready to eat you entirely. Meanwhile, his hands cage around you, pressing into your skin and holding you flush against his front.

The compliment floods you with a wave of embarrassment. Vulnerable and under the penetrating gaze of a vampire who can literally do whatever he wants with you at any given moment.

“T-Thanks…” you hush your words against his plump lips.

“Anytime,” Taehyung smiles.

He allows you a moment's rest just to relax with him; he completely ignores his strong hard-on pinched between your two bodies. A malicious and violent being – from what you’ve grown to know – makes you skeptical on how such a tender and soft man Taehyung truly can be. Even when he has only displayed his dominating sides… seeing something like this throws your head into a spin of confusion.

It surprises you.

But you don’t question any of his actions. Taehyung shows no real threat, not now… now when you’re dripping wet and naked on top of him, shaking from a mouthwatering orgasm that took less than a minute to achieve under a new influence.

On top of that, you only had the smallest amount of his blood in your system. You can’t even imagine how more would affect you.

“Let’s finish cleaning the rest of you off,” he addresses as he grabs a conditioner bottle. “I’m sure by now my servant has fixed you with some food and something to wear.”

Taehyung takes his time with you, holding you close every step of the way. He caters to you as if you are a broken doll. Careful to not break you further, but graceful enough to make you feel his compassion with every tender touch.

He whips you away with his spoiling behavior. Washes you from head to toe; peppering affectionate kisses across your skin.

Perhaps this is his way of apologizing.

When the two of you finally exit the bathroom, disregarding the trail of wet feet marks that follow you out the door, you’re welcomed with newly found clothes on a properly made bed. A small tray of juice and small food sits on a small desk. You stroll towards the mattress, happy to not feel your body aching with every movement. You plop down on the side of the bed as your eyes scan the laid out clothing, still wrapped up in your towel.

Taehyung moves steadily over to his closet. His robe hugs around his frame as his arms search aimlessly through his drawers and hung up clothing. You can see him shuffling through fabric after fabric, analyzing and processing which colors to coordinate with another.

“I’m afraid I have some business to attend to tonight,” he drones out. He sounds less than enthused about whatever it is he has to do. “I’ll be back before dawn. Feel free to wander the house. I’ll entrust you with Jin.”

You blink over at him, giving Taehyung a puzzled face when he catches your wandering gaze.

“Wait, what? Hold on, I have a few questions before you disappear on me.”

The tone in your voice shows how concerned you are feeling. Disorientated feels like an understatement.

Taehyung walks out of his closet with a pair of dress shoes and suit pieces hanging off of a few hangers in his hands. A camel tan jacket and matching pants paired up with a white button up long sleeve and black gucci shoes. He tosses them on the bed beside you as he hums.

“What questions do you have for me, kitten?”

He tilts his head as his eyes find yours. He raises his eyebrows with all attention on you. He stands at the foot of the bed, legs spread in a stance to make him look wider. Like he’s making a statement without having said it. Crude humor you think, especially when his long lengthy fingers begin tightening around the band holding his robe together. He toys with the idea of teasing you by pulling it out of its knot and allowing the material to lax naturally. Opening a slit that reveals his skin from chest all the way down to between his legs.

You stare at him with determination and a bit of fear. Because you’d be damned if you admired the view of his hanging appendage that he shamelessly gives opportunity for you to see.

“I… I – You’re coming back when?” You stumble over your words momentarily.

“Dawn.”

The audacity of his whole demeanor spills out confidence and carelessness all at the same time. He smirks when you finally direct your line of sight to something far away from him. It’s the only way you know how to talk with him without feeling some kind of way.

In your peripheral you can see Taehyung shrugging off the material of his robe and allowing it to drop down to the ground. He stands there naked and you’re well aware of it. You tighten your grip on your towel involuntarily as you concentrate on your speech.

“What time is it now?”

“Sometime after the sunset.”

“That’s… not helpful. Where’s my phone? All of my belongings that I had at Black Ravens. They’re not here? I also need to go back home.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh as he slips up his trousers and buttons them securely. The humor laced in his voice throws you off as you try to stay serious on the matter.

“It means it’s sometime at night,” he grins. His hands run through his hair, brushing out the damped tendrils away from his face. “Your belongings are with me. No need to worry about them right now, kitten.”

He’s dismissive. You also notice the way he ignores the last thing you said, which twists your curiosity even more.

“Tae. I need my phone,” you state.

Slowly, he rounds about the bed to your side. Taehyung steps in your line of sight and moves closer to you. He’s sliding an arm through the sleeve of his button up as he fixes his stance before you. His finger comes out to tap under your chin, beckoning you to look up to him.

Your eyes scan across the sliver of his stomach all the way up towards his sharp collar bones. His neck looks desirable, kissable. But when you meet his hooded eyes, you feel heat strike your nerves. His face shows no signs of that playful humor lingering in his voice as he stares down at you.

“I’ll tell you what. Be a good kitten for me and stay here until I get back. Then I’ll give back your phone and bring you home.”

You hesitate to respond to him. The scowl that covers your face shows your displeasure and frustration. The split second you go to twist your head out of Taehyung’s finger, he grips your jaw.

Taehyung levels himself with you, bending down to look you straight into your eyes. His eyes look hazed over with some sort of clouded anger as they bore into yours.

“Y/n. I need you to stay here for me,” his voice drops to a stern ring. It shakes you all the way to the core. “Do you understand?”

You shake your head slowly as you accept his request. There are no words that can describe the things Taehyung’s presence does to you, let alone his words alone. The way it always feels like he has a claim over you. The way he can boss and control you with just a simple snap of his finger if he demands it.

A creeping smirk grows on Taehyung’s pleased face. The importance of subordination and lack of patience is something you note in the back of your head.

“Good girl,” he praises. Taehyung leans in more to place one last kiss to your lips, humming satisfaction as he gets his way. “Now, behave,” he warns as he removes himself from you.

“Why don’t you go choose a necklace for me from one of the valet boxes I have in the closet,” he insists as he sits himself down to focus on slipping into his shoes.

You remain propped right in your spot on his bed as you clutch the cloth of the towel surrounding you. Watching the back of Taehyung’s head, you find yourself frozen in place from wanting to move.

“Who’s Jin?”

Visibly, you can see the way Taehyung’s shoulders shrug as if he’s letting out a sigh. He shakes his head to himself as he finishes putting on the last piece of his clothing – his jacket – and adjusts the cufflinks.

“My eldest brother.”

After Taehyung leaves you alone in his bedroom, you sit for a while before wanting to actually make yourself presentable. You feel sluggish, whether it be from tiredness or the lazy state your body settles in after having that mind-blowing orgasm from a showerhead. Of course, you take your time moving around his room. You even take a few more bathroom visits to finalize your look with whatever toiletries you manage to find.

You grow bored of the bedroom surroundings just how you grow bored of the lack of social interaction. Placed in an area that you are completely unknown to, the only person you’ve managed to see is Taehyung. Even when he claims there is a servant on-hand, they’ve yet to come back to the room at all. Leaving you curious about what lies outside of the bedroom door… and hungry with the need for food.

The door opens gracefully, it doesn’t even creak at the hinges when it swings. You’re met with an empty hall, only simplistic flower paintings hang in an orderly fashion along the length of the wall. You take a look up and down the expanse, seeing as you’re smackdab right in the middle of the hall.

From the right, it looks to be a dead end. A lonely black counter sits at the far end wall with one singular clear vase set in the middle and a mirror secured to the wall. To your left, there’s an opening far beyond you can see.

Your feet step haphazardly as you trail down the wooden flooring. It smells like any other normal house would, just with a hint of cleaning solution lingering in the air. Nothing seems out of place, everything perfectly set in alignment. Not even a speck of dust flies in the air throughout the illumination of the bright lights above.

Eventually, you creep further into the house. You find yourself walking into an empty entranceway, the front door completely black in color with a golden handle. All the windows are boarded up, seal tight. The reminder of Taehyung’s request echoes in your mind, telling you not to leave.

That he needs you here.

You stare at the door for longer than you admit, mind racing with interest. But you're drawn to a muffle noise that resounds in the air. It snaps your attention to another direction. As if the house itself is your usher, the walls guide you away from the front door and down the next corridor.

Emerging around a corner, you instantly see a countertop with a display of utensils laid out. The closer you step, the more of the kitchen is presented to your eyes. An island sink and stove, refrigerator, and at least two tall cabinets that are presumably filled with food.

Your mouth begins to water with the ideas of something fresh, something delicious. Maybe a set of snacks are waiting for you just inside those doors.

However, you still aren’t forgetting the strange noises you hear that continue to grow as you step into the kitchen.

You come faced with a window in the wall above a section in the kitchen. It peaks into some sort of gathering area, like a living room you guess. But what you see isn’t anything you expect.

The muffled noises are from people. They are in front of a fireplace, lit to a bright flame, yet they’re either half or completely naked. A woman is on her knees right before a male standing tall. His hands are mangled within her auburn locks, guiding her head vigorously into his pelvis. The noises you heard, are nonother than two people fucking – face-fucking. Their moans and aggressive groans amplify the longer you stare.

His backside mainly faces you; you can barely make the features of these two strangers. His sharp calves flex through his tight jeans as he balances himself, so does his marvelous thighs. The elastic band around his thin waist hangs enough to expose his member, plunging deep into the willing woman’s mouth.

But the scene itself makes you fumble over your footing as you back away. You accidentally slap your arm against the countertop as you try to anchor yourself from falling over, knocking into the array of utensils and causing a ruckus.

It surely gains the male’s attention as you watch his head look over his shoulder abruptly. Dark locks hang over his ruby red eyes as a piercing gaze penetrates you where you feebly stand. Blood smears across his parted mouth, sharp teeth bearing themselves to you.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes look back at him. Widened and scared.

His hips continue to roll into the woman’s face while his hands keep guiding the head of the woman onto his cock. You can’t see it, but you can surely hear the way the woman gags around something several times. It’s rough, you can tell with the type of savagery the male puts into his thrusts. But she sucks it in like she's drunk on lust; bite marks littering her flesh.

“I-I, uh –” you stutter as you hoist yourself up into a normal stance. Your hands scurry across the countertop to gather the utensils in a haste as the leering gaze of the male glares at you.

“I am so sorry!” you blurt out.

The second you look down, you feel a gust of wind beside you. To your right, a bare chest enters your peripheral view. A masculine hand slaps itself down on top of yours, pinning you to the countertop. Even with a quick yank, you cannot move a single centimeter away from the weighting pressure on top of your hand.

You scream out a yelp of pain before your eyes snap to the man who leans in beside you. Bright scarlet eyes stare at you like a dagger ready to pierce skin. Blood dribbles down his chin and drops to his smooth chest as he smiles a devilish smile down at you. He doesn’t even have the decency to cover up his hardened cock, it stands out of his pant’s zipper as they lay low on his dainty waist. You’re embarrassed to even take in the sight of the sculpted abdomen of the male, let alone the proud dickhead pointing right at you.

Quickly, he makes his way around your frame to corner you against the island countertop. Both his arms cage you in, barricading your body against two hard places.

Fear strikes all your nerves, quickening your heart rate and causing a panic.

“J-Jin?”

The name comes out shaky, just like how your limbs begin to do. You quiver between the male and the countertop. He leans in, grinning to himself as his eyes scan up and down your body. He presses himself closer, even brushing his hardened dick against your front.

“I can be Jin if you want me to, baby,” his voice comes out deadly and smooth. It curls your insides, sends red alert noises in your brain.

Instantly, it tells you that his identity must not be Taehyung's eldest brother. Now, you’re concerned with who exactly this other vampire is.

Taehyung never mentioned someone else.

“Stop!”

You try to squirm out of the male’s hold. You’re being violated in so many ways by this unwanted presence. Even the fist you form with your free hand does nothing to the side of the male’s face. It only creates a loud smacking sound as your knuckles contact his jaw.

The man tilts his head back to level it with yours. Any sign of amusement he has completely vanishes. His nose scrunches as he inhales deeply.

“You’re going to regret –”

“– Jungkook!”

A voice cracks through the intense male before you. His gaze fades out momentarily as he listens to the call of his name. His shoulders rise with irritation and aggression.

Another male’s hand comes to grab Jungkook’s forearm before ripping it away from surrounding you. He easily pushes the attacker off, giving a few feet space between the two of you.

“Don’t,” the newest male warns as he stares back at the other.

The male’s back is away from you, but you can tell he’s taller in stance. He, too, has dark hair – at least it looks styled. His body is lathered in a light blue silk shirt that’s tucked into black dress pants and a thin belt. He radiates authority with the way he stands.

“Jungkook,” he warns as he senses the vampire getting agitated. “I command you to not lay a single finger on her. You’re not allowed to harm her in any way.”

They exchange a heated stare with another. However, to your surprise, you notice Jungkook standing straighter. Submission. A cocky, yet pissed off look, suits his face as he uses the opportunity to tuck himself back inside his pants and zip his zipper.

His eyes glance over to you, frozen and unable to move from your spot, while he expresses his annoyance towards you.

“With all those little noises I heard earlier, I expected you to be another whore.”

The male in the blue shirt swiftly and fluidly backhands Jungkook in a blink of an eye. The power alone splits Jungkook’s cheek open, blood spraying out with the movement of Jungkook’s head.

You stare in shock, tears brimming in your eyes. Slowly, you are able to edge your body away from the counter and back the way you come. But you’re halted in your tracks by the male in the blue shirt.

“Stay, Y/n,” he calls out.

It’s the first time he faces you, turning in his spot as he adjusts the sleeve of his shirt. You’re met with another gorgeous looking male, almost too serene. You can peg Taehyung for ethereal, but this man seems to outstand any words you can form.

He looks at you with serious and determined eyes. They’re a delicious brown pecan color, kind to look at.

“I’m Jin,” he begins to explain as he looks back at Jungkook. “I apologize for the rudeness from my progeny. He is still a child. I assure you, he won’t bother you again.”

You look back at Jin worriedly. Afraid to look over at the blood-covered Jungkook and afraid to go against Jin’s request.

“Jungkook,” the elder male cocks his head to the side. “Go clean up your mess in the living room. Clean yourself up while you’re at it. She’s our company.”

As Jungkook goes to turn on his heel without a second thought, Jin speaks to him again.

“But first,” his tone lingers in the air above everyone’s heads, “Apologize to Y/n. After all, she isn’t a whore like you assumed.”

You can tell the resistance on Jungkook’s face when he turns back. Those scarlet eyes that once penetrated your soul dwell down to a sterling gray color. They’re clouded with uncertainty and anger, but if you look past all his chiseled nakedness and gruesome bloodstains across his body he doesn’t look quite as scary.

Very handsome matter of fact; yet his actions alone already painted him in such a dull light that you’re completely comfortable not exploring any more details about him.

Jungkook stares at you through the corner of his eye, fueled with displeasure as he’s forced to obey Jin.

“Sorry.”

The apology comes out dry, you’re aware it’s definitely not sincere. You say nothing in response. But from the smug grin Jin has on his face, you can tell he’s enjoying the control.

“Now, carry on,” Jin waves with his hand. He takes a step towards you as he continues to talk to Jungkook. “The one in the living room leaves the house alive, Jungkook,” he reminds. “We don’t want any mistakes like last time.”

You watch as Jungkook disappears from the kitchen and returns to the auburn haired woman who has collapsed on the floor. If you look through the opened wall window you will be able to see the way Jungkook lazily picks up the fallen woman.

Jin steps around the kitchen to look throughout some of the cabinets and shelving units. He hums to himself while he searches.

“I admit, you had me thinking you’d stay cooped up in that room all night for a second there. You must be hungry, hm? I’m sure we have something in here for you.”

He peaks over at you, who is still lingering in the same stunned spot, and gives you a pained expression.

“You can come closer. It may be hard, with what you just witnessed, but try to get comfortable. I’m not going to do anything to you.”

You swallow thickly while your eyes flicker over from Jungkook to Jin. You’re uncertain, as you should be, but the moments you just endured still feels very much real for you. It shakes your core.

“What about him?” You nod towards Jungkook’s direction.

There’s a small pleased grin that creeps up on Jungkook’s face at your question while he hoists the woman up and over his shoulder. She mumbles words you cannot understand, whether it be another language or a very thick accent. But Jungkook never looks back to you, his mind is on other things now.

“He won’t hurt you,” Jin exhales. He gathers together some eggs from inside the fridge and a few pieces of meat. “I’ve commanded him. So even if he wanted to, he’s bound to listen to my order.”

You take a step in to lean against the nearest wall. Though you see Jin wave you on towards a stool sitting across from where he settled to cook at. Slowly, you tip-toe over to where Jin’s pointed look guides you.

“Because you ‘commanded’ him?”

Jin works around the built-in electric stove with a few pans on the heated plates. He cracks open an egg, then two.

“I am his maker. I have that ability over him,” he says. “Jungkook is still a newborn. Doesn’t have much control over everything just yet. Incredible strength… insufferable lack of tolerance to the rules of the world though. It’s a bit of a challenge but he has much more training to do.”

“What do you mean you’re his maker?”

The eggs sizzle in the pan as Jin continues to add random pieces of food to it. Some form of omelet from the looks of it. It already smells appetizing and it’s not even fully cooked yet.

“I turned him into a vampire,” he says nonchalantly.

Jin softly smiles as he flips over the egg to fry the other side. He gathers you a glass of water, but tells you that there are options of juice in the refrigerator. The cup clinks down on the countertop right next to a plate Jin grabs.

“There’s forks in the drawer beside you,” Jin voices. “Now tell me how our little Taehyung came to find you.”

The neatly made omelet slides out of the pan and onto your plate before you. Jin hands over salt and pepper shakers as well as a napkin for you. After he turns off the stove and briefly cleans up the area he works at, he rests back on the opposite counter with crossed arms. He waits for you to happily take your food while waiting for your response.

You feel your stomach twist in eagerness, starving to taste the deliciously made food. With your fork, you cut into the omelet before stabbing the first piece and placing the appetizing egg into your mouth.

“Black Ravens,” you state in between bites.

“Ah –,” Jin smiles. “Interesting.”

Jin watches you, analyzes you. His haunting beauty would normally make you nervous, kind of like how it is when you first got to learn about Taehyung. You can’t place your finger on it, but somehow you feel the needed trust your mind wants to be reassured you are in good hands.

“How long?”

You stop chewing your food as you look at Jin. A puzzled look begins to carve itself on your face.

“How long have you worked at Black Ravens?” He clarifies.

You’re nearly done with your plate of food by now. Even the glass of water beside you sits half empty as you straighten your posture in the seat you sit at.

“A few months…” you ponder more to yourself as you recollect the memories.

“Resorting to a job like that… my curiosity is getting the better of me,” Jin hums again. Suddenly, you see a flash of something black run across the floor before it hops up on the counter beside Jin. He smiles warmly, petting the frisky feline that stares back with its round eyes. “Did you join Black Ravens for money or pleasure? Or perhaps… it turned into a bit of both?”

You don’t answer the question, seeing as Jin gives you a knowing look as he looks you up and down. He already knows. The question is deemed rhetorical. You shouldn’t be here if it is strictly for money… Now would you?

“Is that your cat?”

“Her name is Stella,” Jin affirms as he gives the feline soft scratches under her chin. “I’m sure she kept you company while you were asleep, she enjoys Taehyung’s room for whatever reason.”

You nod briefly, smiling to yourself. Stella had kept you accompanied more than just at your bedside. But she is friendly in the end.

“She did,” you admit. You admire the stark black shorthair who purrs into Jin’s palm. Thoroughly enjoying the pets and love he shows her.

Gracefully, Stella hops from counter to counter. Jumping towards you as she sniffs the air. She inspects the residue on your plate as she steps closer to you. Leisurely, Stella makes her own room on the island by laying down just in front of you. Her tale wags with sass as she stares back at Jin across the kitchen.

You lightly pet her from head to tail. Making sure not to offend her with any temping tummy rubs.

Jin grins from ear to ear as he reads the house cat language. He’s entertained with the attitude, it gives Stella characterization.

“She enjoys you,” he comments. “Lucky for you.”

“Maybe it’s because I work with animals…” you trail off.

“Do you now?”

“I work in a vet’s office. Started as a receptionist then wanted to become a veterinary technician. Now I want to be a veterinarian.”

“So a stable job and you still work at Black Ravens?”

“I needed the money. College funds here aren’t cheap… and I'm barely getting by with my position at the vet's office. Not with the cost of living and bills to pay.”

Jin nods agreeably.

“So he agreed to pay for you. In return for…?”

“Who? Taehyung? No. It’s not like that,” you furrow your brows.

“You came here with several bite marks on you. I’m surprised to see they’re all gone,” Jin comments on your appearance. “You must mean something for Taehyung to willingly shed blood.”

You’re all washed up and clothed. You can’t imagine the state of your body after collapsing in the Black Raven’s feeding room, but you’re sure it wasn’t a pretty sight. With Jin’s perception, you assume that maybe he was the other person in the room when you were barely awake in Taehyung’s bed.

“I don’t know what he wants with me,” you state. “I barely know him. He is just a regular at Black Ravens. Last night…last night was the first time he really opened up. And it wasn’t much. I knew he was an expensive client, but I didn’t know he was the owner.”

“The coven owns Black Ravens. Not just him. It’s in fact under my name,” Jin smiles. He scoffs as he finally takes your used dishware and places it in the sink. He runs the faucet water and adds a dab of soap before shutting the water off. “This kid… he’s something else. I’m sorry if Taehyung did anything unpleasant towards you.”

“I don’t think anything was necessarily unpleasant. I think he brought me back here because of the other vampire. He was more… more determined with his –”

“– There’s another?”

Jin’s hands rest on the edges of the countertop as he leans in towards you. His interest spikes and you can see it on his face.

You sigh to yourself as you continue to pet Stella, “Yeah. His name is Jimin? Taehyung interrupted the feeding.”

“Ah,” Jin laughs. His eyebrows raise to his hairline as the man chuckles lightly. “Oh, Jimin. Well I can understand why Taehyung brought you here now. Those two seem to always be at it.”

“I could tell Taehyung wasn’t happy with him,” you half-laugh with him.

“He’s never happy with him,” Jin exaggerates. Though with the glint in his eye, you feel like he's telling you he’s serious.

“Can I ask why?”

There’s a moment of silence that passes between you and Jin. The only noise you hear is the constant purring of Stella as she lounges her lengthy body across the counter space. You see the way Jin’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, giving you the hint to not press anymore on the topic.

“When you feel comfortable, I’d advise you to ask Taehyung himself. It’s not my business to spread,” Jin quickly looks down at the watch on his wrist to gauge the time. “He should return sometime in the next two hours, before daybreak.”

Jin walks himself around the island you sit at, his palm facing up toward you to take. He steps beside you with a duchenne smile; he nearly looks like a charmed prince giving you his blessing. Excitement is evident, and you fall for his swift persuasion.

“Now before then, let me accompany you around the mansion. I imagine you’ll be here more often than you think. I promise to steer you away from Jungkook.”

After a tour around the neo-gothic styled modern mansion from Jin, the two of you entertained each other until you settled yourself on one of the expensive couches in the family room. You listened and talked with Jin, shared some small enlightening topics but nothing too detailed. Throughout your walkthrough you managed to meet a few of the house servants, one of which delivered you some clothes to change into. You truly must be so tired, because during the midst of conversation you have dozed off; being just a mere human would explain it.

You remember rising from your slumber with a few taps to your nose. Your vision is blurred at first until it adjusts to the figure before you.

In front of you, you’re met by the toothy smile of Taehyung – bent by the knees to level his body with yours. His hazel eyes greet you with mirth as he raises his eyebrows.

“Good morning, kitten,” his deep baritone voice rings in your ears. His palm cradles the underside of your chin, thumb rubbing softly along the edge of your jaw. “Still tired?”

It warms your heart and flutters the wings of the butterflies that fly in your stomach. Seeing him instantly makes you want to leap across an ocean to hug him, but you catch yourself from doing anything.

Because you’re not sure why you’re feeling the strong desire to touch him. How his presence feels all too familiar and safe.

You blink at him, taking in the beautiful features across his ageless face. What excites you even more is how Taehyung seems completely delighted to see you once again.

“Just a little,” you admit.

It’s subtle in the way he licks his lips. He brushes his fingers past your ear to sway strands of your hair away from your neck. Taehyung senses your brief fit of worry but assures you that he is only just checking as a precaution.

“Let me get you back home,” he states coolly. Holding up your cellphone with his other hand, he dangles the near-dead device in front of your face. “I keep my promises.”

A sting of anger zaps through your body as you recall Taehyung holding your electronic hostage all this time – along with all your valuables you had carried with you to Black Ravens. With vigilance, you grip the phone from his lengthy fingers. You tap on the screen to see the battery life of the device, but you fear opening it up near him.

“Come,” he requests with a wiggle of his forefinger.

He stands up as he straightens out the wrinkles in the jacket you saw him leave in. Taehyung grabs hold of a set of keys left on a glass end table as his heels click on the floor below him. He practically drips pure gold with the weight of each stride. Lavished in the finest clothes, you appreciate the view of Taehyung walking away from you.

You make sure to apologize to Jin about falling asleep as you walk out the door after Taehyung. He doesn’t seem like he minds, even though he watches you leave with caution in his eyes.

The dark chilly early morning greets you as well as a gust of brisk wind. Small puddles cover the walkway from a fresh drizzle of rain. The sun hasn’t even peaked itself through the sky yet but it leaves a pretty view; a deep blue melting into the beginnings of a soft peach orange. A perfect crescent moon floats right above the layout of trees surrounding the thicket of woods with roaming dark clouds. A guarantee of scattered storms for the oncoming day.

You appreciate the outside of the house as you step behind Taehyung’s long strides. Abstract designs correspond and compliment another in colors of black, browns, and beiges. The windows show clean glass but continue to be boarded up for the forthcoming sunlight. Hidden in nothing but dense forest, you’re led to ponder how deep you are from the city you live in.

Taehyung ushers you over to the passenger side of a matte black Mercedes AMG GT coupe. Each window is tinted, shutting out any light. His eyes watch you as you place your foot through the door, but his hand grabs your arm before you can descend down into the seat.

“Hey,” his voice is low. Taehyung draws your attention to him, his eyes leer down through his long lashes. “Are you feeling better?”

You swallow while nodding your head. The wind wisps the loose waves of Taehyung’s black hair in front of his forehead. It exposes his eyes more, makes you fall in love with how asymmetric they are to another. One monolid and the other a double eyelid; giving his overall appearance a striking aura.

“I do,” you softly smile.

Taehyung’s eyes trail down to the curve of your lips. They linger there while silence skirts around the two of you; the only noises are of early birds chirping and the breeze running through the leaves overhead.

You can feel the intensity radiating from him. Yet, Taehyung does nothing about it. He releases his grip on your arm to let you into the car, pushing the door shut after you settle in.

Taehyung enters through the driver’s side, fitting comfortably in as his fingers begin toying with the screen on the dashboard and glowing widgets on the center console. The interior is smooth, a cool black color surrounds you entirely. He starts the engine up with a press of a button.

“What’s your address?”

He looks over to you as one arm reaches towards the steering wheel while the other hovers towards the screen of the dashboard. Taehyung tilts his head towards you, a creeping smile plays at the corners of his lips. One eyebrow quirks your way and you instantly feel captivated by him.

Taehyung’s vehicle takes you through aimless roads among more aimless roads until you find yourself nearing a familiar area. The highway takes you closer towards exit signs that welcome you. Numbers flash overhead, warning you as you approach your turnoff as you admire the view of the beautiful sky. Light rain trickles on the windshield the deeper Taehyung drives you into your residential city. It’s only one exit off from the notorious Black Ravens; roughly a 25 minute drive from place to place without traffic in the way.

The directions call out to Taehyung as the two of you sit in comfortable silence. Your head leans on the headrest as you stare out the window. Taehyung’s palm comfortably resting on your bare thigh; hardly covered by the overlength tee shirt you were dressed in.

“Can I ask how you were able to talk to my friend?” You look down at your phone clutched in your palm. You hesitate to open the device, having half a mind to think Taehyung already went through the contents. “Did he call?”

Taehyung’s features never change in the slightest while humming to a tune. Even his thumb taps lightly over the steering wheel while the vehicle cruises down the lengthy road.

“Your phone recognized your face when you were asleep which then unlocked the screen,” he says calmly. “He did not call. I only responded through text about your absence.”

You sigh while adjusting yourself in your seat. Hands fidgeting with the cellular device, but you choose not to look. Afraid to read the disappointment – if any – that may be messaged in the thread you share with your friend.

Even when you contemplate with yourself, Taehyung is attentive to you. Analyzing and watching the way your body language speaks.

“What’s got you so worried? Is the guy someone you’re involved with?”

You scrunch your eyebrows together at the thought. Immediately, you follow with a curt response – diminishing any existence of that being an idea for you.

“Not at all. He’s my best friend.”

Taehyung remains quiet, but you thank him for not entertaining the idea further. You also express your gratitude for letting your friend know you aren’t around.

Shortly, you arrive at your destination as rain begins to pour. Taehyung parks on the curb of the street in front of your apartment; his car sticking out like a sore thumb among the rest of the inexpensive cars around. It looks and feels completely out of place. But at least he has a car, unlike you who’s become accustomed to your local bus stops.

Before you can even reach your handle, Taehyung turns off the ignition and is out of the driver’s side. Stepping around the front of the car to approach your door. The weather doesn’t phase him one bit.

“Mademoiselle,” he smirks as he assists you exiting his car. He’s even kind enough to shut the door behind you and gather a bag of your belongings from the trunk of his vehicle.

You can’t help but smile to yourself from the pampering. Little do you know, this is only the beginnings of his hospitality and generosity.

Fishing out your set of keys out of a side pocket of your canvas bag, you fumble between the metals before finding the appropriate one to slide through the lock of your door. Taehyung stands ideally behind you, but his presence is very much evident. The tension back at the mansion carried all the way here, to the entrance of your home.

He stands closer in your proximity, you feel as if he’s practically breathing down your neck. But in reality, upon turning to look at him after twisting your door handle, he’s further away than you expect. Taehyung’s eyes scan the darkness of your house through the crack of your door.

“I, um…” you begin. You turn more to face Taehyung, tightening your hold on your bag.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper.

Taehyung’s eyes flick over to you, those hazel irises drip so wickedly. They’re unmatched and unfair; you have never seen anything quite like them before. There’s something magical about them.

“I told you I’ll take care of you, kitten,” he half-laughs.

His deep voice shakes your core, makes you feel smaller in the spot you stand. Taehyung’s fingers grip your jaw before you can turn away from his gaze.

“No need to thank me,” his eyes stare down to your lips as you aimlessly blink at him. “What do you want next?”

Your breath hitches, “What do you mean?”

Taehyung’s tongue comes to swipe over his lips before biting back a smile. He stops himself from rolling his eyes, but instead he takes his thumb and lightly pulls down your bottom lip.

“You look at me with these desperate eyes sometimes, and whenever you do – I can’t stop myself from thinking about them. So, what do you want me to do next? Are we just going to stand here under the cold rain or are you going to invite me inside?”

He sighs when he senses the way your heart rate paces even faster. Taehyung steps closer to you, eyes narrowing through his pretty long eyelashes. You would give anything and everything for him to kiss you right then and there. Plant his delicious soft lips straight onto yours and eat you up. You’re unsure what you are to Taehyung, and it feels weird seeing him in a different setting other than Black Ravens… but it doesn’t take him much persuasion to get what he wants.

Because simply… it is the same thing you want as well. Whether you like to admit it or not.

You nod your head softly while your hand pushes your door open wider. He allows you the opportunity to walk into your apartment, giving you three steps into the hall before he clears his throat. Turning on your foot, you notice he’s still at the door frame – unable to step through.

“You need to invite me,” he raises his eyebrows.

You scrunch yours in return, unable to process why you need to say it. You thought your body language already let him know he’s accepted to come inside.

“Why?”

“It’s a weird thing with vampires. We need to be invited in when a house is privately owned by a human. And seeing as you are a tenant, you technically are signed onto a portion of this house. Making you a partial owner.”

Taehyung leans against the doorframe with his hands as he speaks with you. The gloomy darkness of the weather trickles around him, giving his aura a more sinful look. His soft curls in his hair begin to lose their volume as rain soaks up portions of his locks. But you do not miss the flash of red that beats in his eyes under the blanket of his bangs.

You should be scared; that’s what all the world tells you when it comes to vampires. A selfish, devious, and vicious creature of the night. They take what they want, live how they wish. If they really wanted to, you’re positive they could corrupt the entire planet with their virus.

But when you stare back at Taehyung with a pounding beat to your heart, your fear is nothing but full of excitement. The dread of knowing and not knowing what comes next with him electrifies you. How somehow, in some way, this nightly beast has already tainted you.

Staring back, you swallow thickly before your mouth opens up with an open invitation.

“Please come inside.”

Within a blink of an eye, Taehyung moves himself in front of you, dropping your bag of belongings with a thud. His arms envelop your body as one of his hands snake along the back of your neck. The tips of his fingers graze over your scalp softly, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Taehyung smiles to himself as he presses your body against his, ripping the breath right from your lungs with a salivary kiss.

He comes with such force that it nearly knocks you off of your feet, but Taehyung is there to hold you. His wicked tongue presses through the seam of your lips and past your teeth, tasting you as much as he can as his body backs you up deeper into your apartment. It’s small, comfortable and affordable for one living person to stay in. So it doesn’t take very long for Taehyung to figure out the placement of your bedroom the second his eyes scan over the living room that sits only a two-seat couch and entertainment center with a television propped on it. One lone entryway shows signs of counter space and a fridge whereas the single door adjacent to there remains cracked open.

Taehyung’s hands touch and grope along your body, squeezing at the necessary areas like your curves and thighs. You match the pace of his tongue with your own, devouring the taste of him as your feet stumble the more he pushes you through your living space.

“Ignore my apartment,” you meekly speak between breaths.

It’s slightly a mess and there is no way in hell you are expecting company this early in the morning.

“I’m not focusing on your apartment,” he bites – literally – as his teeth nip at your bottom lip.

Taehyung’s fingers toy with the hem of the tee shirt, raising it higher up to expose your bottom half. He places his palm along the side of your hip, nails scratching over your skin as he continues to escort you into your room.

“Tae –”

“– Mmf,” he mumbles as his lips press against the corner of your mouth.

Even in the darkness of your room, Taehyung expertly maneuvers the two of you around as if he’s been here before. Knowing the exact places to step and weave your bodies around until he’s able to support you onto your bed.

“Tae, wait!” You chirp the moment your thighs hit your mattress.

You sit down while Taehyung’s face follows, placing fluttering kisses along your jawline and pressing into the side of your neck. It sparks heat to your body, a sensitive spot you naturally go weak at. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the expensive material to the side as if it isn’t worth anything to him.

“Let me have you,” he persuades with each tangible kiss of his lips. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?”

Your heart flutters as your mind fogs with ideas of pleasure and pain. Even in the short amount of time, you feel drunk on the idea of Taehyung bedding you once again. The idea of him being in your bed and not some rented out room feels more intimate.

More special.

“I just,” you stutter as you feel Taehyung’s teeth grind over your sensitive skin. His breath heats you up as it fans out of his mouth. “Usually, I’m more prepared for something like this.”

“Your body says otherwise,” he mocks lightly.

“No, not like that. I mean, this morning I was just so tired. I wasn’t… I didn’t pay attention,” you mumble to yourself more than to Taehyung. Creeping anxiety builds in your chest the more you ponder about your appearance.

“Kitten, are you scared about this?” Taehyung smirks against your neck when his hand forces your legs open enough to cup your pussy. His palm pressing firmly against it, the moistened arousal leaks gleefully onto him as he slowly rubs his entire hand up and down.

It’s abrasive, yet you love it. Your mouth drops open with a gasp, hands baring you upright as they shoot out to stop your body from falling backwards onto your bed. You shiver with the contact, breath hitched in your throat as warmth takes over your entire body.

“This will never bother me, kitten. Your sweet pussy will always be delicious regardless of how maintained you are here. But I am flattered with the thought of you wanting to please me,” he says truthfully.

Taehyung gathers your hands in his, linking them across another as his fingers grip your wrists tightly. He pulls out a small scarf from the pocket of his pants, placing the blue silk fabric over your skin.

“Hold still,” he speaks calmly.

He binds your wrists together, snuggly. It’s comfortable, but tight enough to keep you locked in. Unable to break free from the constraints.

Taehyung hoists your body up with him, ushering you completely to lay normally on your mattress. He eyes the small bars of your headboard with a grin plastered on his face.

He guides your hands above your head, “Hold it,” he commands.

Your hands grip a single metal bar, linking your fingers to keep hold of yourself. It feels like a usual practice between you and Taehyung. There isn’t a time you don’t remember when Taehyung hasn’t tied your limbs up before indulging himself on your body. Limiting your access to him even though he’s inches away from you. Frankly, you never thought too much into it – assuming he has a strong kink for bondage. You have no complaints because you’re guilty of experiencing some of your own while entwining your body with his.

You breathe deeply, chest rising and falling as you stare over Taehyung who kneels near the end of your bed. He edges closer to you, crawling his way up the length of your body as he drinks you in. Dim lighting and musical rain drops cascade on the windows as the air in your room thickens.

“I’m going to try something new,” he begins as his fingers skim up the side of your body. “I need you to trust me,” Taehyung coaxes with his baritone tune.

The moment you see Taehyung shift towards your bedside table, you begin to panic.

“Go easy on me,” you beg.

Taehyung quirks an eyebrow toward you, amusement evident in his features. He continues to grab hold of a small candle that sits comfortably on your table, dust collected on the top of it showing that you’ve hardly used the poor thing.

“Hm,” he fake ponders to himself. “Why? Was the last time too much for you?”

Taehyung lights the candle with a match set laying beside it, giving a warm comfortable glow to a small portion of your room. He laughs to himself, but assures you with a kind gesture of cuffing your cheek that he’ll be kinder to you.

“I’m only teasing,” he comments. Taehyung lowers himself level with you; his body slots itself between your thighs as he holds himself over your chest. Slowly, he lowers his face to meet yours; his eyes grow to a warm red. “I know what your body can handle. If I see you in any way uncomfortable, I’ll stop myself. I won’t push you like I did the other night.”

“I’m just sore,” you bite back a smile. “Even after the shower and after having some of your… When you gave me a bit of your blood.”

Taehyung hums in acknowledgement. “It was only a very small bit, if I had given you more then you’d probably be suited for a different type of night,” he winks, “But don’t worry, kitten, I’ll take good care of you if you let me have you.”

You nod your head as you swallow heavily. Instinctively, you grip the bar in your grasp tighter. Slowly, Taehyung connects his lips to yours once again. This time it’s softer, tentative. He feels like a cloud of smoke infiltrating your nostrils. Inflaming your lungs and airways all throughout your body.

As if you breathe him in as another source of life. Where oxygen cannot even compete.

“Can I hear you say it?”

You chase his mouth as he pulls away to look down at you. Your eyes are drawn to the sharp teeth that stand out in his mouth, how they protrude eagerly. Ready to draw blood.

“You can have me… On one condition,” you speak up.

“Oh?” Taehyung smiles. His palm drags from your thigh up to your lower stomach, moving your shirt up along your body. “You’re not really in a position to negotiate with me,” he smirks.

“You said we’d talk about what you meant by ‘adjusting’.”

“And you want to talk about that now?”

“Well,” you blink up at him, “We haven’t had the chance to yet.”

Taehyung sighs as his hand rests on your stomach, circling small traces into your skin with his fingertips. His eyes grow redder, more hungrier, the longer you hold him back.

“Kitten, I’m not sure you understand the severity of this situation. I don’t expect you to know. I can’t afford to lose you now that I finally have you,” he says while analyzing your face. “But for clarity, I need you to know that everything you see right now – your bed, this room, your apartment… You don’t need anymore if you just let me take care of you.”

Taehyung’s hand eventually slides up to cuff one of your breasts, drawing your clouded mind out from the worries that dwell in the deepest corners of your brain. He squeezes it firmly, earning a soft hum from you.

To seduce you further into the realms of sin, he raises the material of your shirt completely above your chest so he can begin placing soft and tender kisses to your cleavage. His mouth engulfs your flesh wherever it lands, sucking in pieces of your skin as his tongue slides around.

He latches himself on one of your nipples, biting the bud with his front teeth. Taehyung repeats his actions to your other boob, making sure to give the same loving treatment.

“You’re mine,” he states smoothly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. Treat you just how you need to be treated,” – he kisses your sternum – “I want you to be with me. But I won’t expect this to happen so soon,” – he kisses lower, down towards your stomach – “I’ll take my time with you.”

“Tae,” you breathe in with a gasp. His lips travel even more lower, tickling your stomach with promises of him moving down toward the apex of your thighs.

He looks up at the call of his name, his stunning red eyes shining in the low glow of the candle’s light. How do they do that? You’re not sure. But they reflect like a beautiful moonlight, tainted in a devious red. Taehyung’s tongue reaches out of his mouth to lick your stomach, swiping a long line of saliva across your skin.

Taehyung does nothing but entices you. Tempts you to crack under his ministrations like a good girl he knows you are. You’ve done it so many times already, it’s no surprise when you finally cave in.

Before Taehyung can descend down between your thighs, he leans back up to give you one last parting kiss.

His voice shakes your core when he speaks next. His control over you stimulates such a thrill in your entire being that you’re wiggling with anticipation while waiting for him to ravage you.

“I want you to forget your surroundings and only think of me,” his hands continue to pull the fabric of your shirt higher.

Taehyung continues to slide the length up your arms, nearly flipping the material inside-out – but it’s enough to cover your face entirely. Blocking your sight from seeing anything as it shields you. Your chest rises and falls with early signs of labored breath as the material creates a cone around your (thankfully your arms help keep it loose and not tight) around your head.

“Kitten, I want you to only focus on me. My touch, my voice, my smell,” he lists one right after another with the perfect level of desire.

“– Feel me.”

“Okay,” you breathe out, feeling the heat of your breath envelop your narrow space.

Keeping your eyes open or shut has no difference when you can’t see anything around you. You’re forced to use your other senses as if you’re in survival mode. Every other one heightens their abilities to accommodate the restricted one.

You feel Taehyung’s head move as his body shifts to lay flatter against you. His hands touch you tenderly, but possessively. Making sure that every inch of your undamaged skin gets the attention it deserves.

The chill of his cool fingers almost tickle you with how soft they are when they map their way around your body. Drawing lines and circles as if he’s sketching out his game plan. Rising goosebumps to your skin and hardening your nipples once he slithers his way towards your belly button.

Taehyung smiles to himself, watching the way your body reacts to his minuscule touches. His body slots nicely between your legs, spreading them and leaving your core open for his hand to slide down between you two. He teases the idea of touching you between your lips, using his fingertips to run around your lower region. But he doesn’t dive deeper for you, even when you voluntarily open your legs wider to give him the hint.

“You’re being so good right now,” he comments with a low chuckle. It makes you mewl on the inside, chest tightening at the small praise. Taehyung’s two fingers dip low enough to spread open your lower lips, exposing your pussy to his view. It’s leaking slightly with a shiny sheen of arousal.

“You smell so good right now too.”

Your breath hitches when you feel Taehyung grip your clit between his two fingers. It’s soft, but jolts your body nonetheless. Your hips jerk towards him, body rising as you twitch in your place.

“Shit,” you curse between your teeth.

“Easy,” he warns as he releases your clit, “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, kitten.”

Taehyung leans down as he laughs, lips kissing across the skin of your torso. Your arms twitch, something in you wanting to immediately wrap your arms around him but you know better not to. So you tighten your grip on your headboard’s bar, your nails threatening your skin to forewarn you to stay sane.

To stay alert.

Suddenly, you feel a hot sensation touch your chest. It stings and lingers there in a sparking burn. You twist your body, but Taehyung pins you down.

Another hot feeling hits your skin again, this time between your breasts, and you groan at the impact. You gasp as it trickles down towards your navel, cursing Taehyung’s name as you squirm.

“What is that?” You question through parted lips. Your breath creates a thick air under your shirt, making it harder to breathe comfortably. “Tae?”

“Just pouring some candle wax,” he announces as he drips some more across your left nipple.

You cough at the prickling pain, body begging to be soothed by a cool touch. When the candle wax hardens after it chills, it sticks to your skin as if it belongs there.

Taehyung’s thumb runs across your skin to pluck the dried wax off of you, only to repeat dripping some more in the same areas.

“How does it feel, kitten?” He questions curiously. Taehyung places the candle back down on the table beside the bed, “Do you like it better than my mouth?”

“It’s nice,” you admit as you breathe heavier. Your body feels like it’s under the summer’s sun at its highest point in the sky, melting in the heat of its raging light.

“It’s different,” you add.

Taehyung’s lips skim over your skin, outline the edges of your body as he creeps closer to your neck. His free hand runs over the curves of your side while the other makes its way back down to the junction of your thighs.

You swallow thickly when you feel Taehyung’s head press against your shoulder and neck, inserting himself so he can breathe against the material that separates the two of you.

“And my mouth?” He repeats with a hint of annoyance.

His fingers slide further down, finding the dip of your pussy to swivel his fingertips across the entrance into your vagina. He teases and torments you with the possibility of plunging them straight into your core, but he’s waiting for your response.

“I love your mouth,” you sigh.

Your pussy clenches around nothing yet, just greedy to gain pleasure. Taehyung hums his acknowledgement, smirking into your skin as he applies further pressure with his fingers.

He groans softly while he lays his head against your chest, listening to your rapid beating heart. You’re worked up, being winded tight like a gear cranking to its last knot.

“You better,” he purrs as he finally dips his two fingers into your pussy, “Because you’re making me quite thirsty.”

A moan escapes your mouth when you feel his digits vanish inside of you, touching you against your wet velvet walls. They glide effortlessly, sinking straight to the knuckles before pressing up.

“Fuck,” you slur like an person intoxicated. You haven’t had a lick of alcohol yet you feel the dizzy spins as if you had. It’s just your body trying to comprehend reality.

Taehyung turns his head, shoving his face against your chest to find one of your tits. He mouths the mound, flicking his tongue around your nipple while simultaneously thrusting his digits into you. He pumps slowly, gathering your dripping juice around the base of his fingers while wetting your breast to tease your body.

You moan with pleasure. Trying to battle your inner needs of wanting to move. Needing to follow his guide whichever way he desires to have you. Taehyung sucks in your nipple, twisting it lightly with his teeth and taunting the idea of his fangs piercing you. You keel over, even when pinned down, at the contact. Your shirt becomes like a hot-box of heat; your face tingles with nerves and light traces of sweat. You feel Taehyung as much as he truly wants you to. Exactly how he expects you to.

His palm slides hard into your cunt, knocking your body with the force and waking up your neglected clit. You choke out a moan of pleasure and huff a laugh at yourself.

“Can I taste you?” He smiles against your skin. You know what he’s requesting, and you gladly want to give it to him. “Right here?” He emphasizes with a kiss on the thicker side of your breast.

He also persuades you with the slow rubbing of his fingers pressing into your vaginal canal. It’s enticing, beckoning you to surrender to him.

“Please,” you chuckle. You toss your head to the side, hoping to find an airway that gives you fresher air. “Please bite me.”

Upon request, he takes no chances in wasting time. His teeth sink delicately into your flesh, poking open two puncture wounds to access your warm blood. He groans when the flavor touches his tongue, nearly animalistic at first. Though Taehyung controls that beastly side of him, never losing his focus on getting what he wants all the while he pleasures you to the extreme.

You’d be lying if you said his noises of indulging in your blood scares you. In some way, it fuels your mind that you’re desirable and tasty. At least, it confirms that he’s relying on you at this very moment. That you are needed and wanted.

And knowing this, you smile with the pain. Smirking as creases in your forehead form with anguish from the throbbing wound surrounded by Taehyung’s mouth. He pushes his fingers further in you, using his palm to roll flat against your clit as he sucks in your bleeding blood.

He can hear the way your breath begins to pick up and he likes it. Taehyung continues to bite into another section of your tit without notice, dragging out more blood from you.

“Delicious,” he comments while his tongue laps up a small trail of blood that escapes.

The obvious sucking of your skin slowly bruises from his lavishing lips. But he pulls away momentarily to admire the small grotesque scene.

Your hips roll into the pace of his fingers, cunt clutching with a vise grip. You can feel a coil deep inside of you twisting tighter the more he fingers you. The bed below you shifts as you feel Taehyung move his body to lay between your legs. His lips kiss your hips before descending closer to your pussy as he keeps his fingers lodged in you.

“Is this what you want too?” His voice comes out gravelly as he draws attention to your engorged clit. Blowing softly against it.

You pinch your legs together as much as you can given the fact Taehyung is placed between them. A small whine, very low, comes out of your nose. How your pussy practically sucks his fingers in further, he doesn’t need to hear the words of affirmation to know how badly your body wants him.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “I want it!”

“You want my mouth here?” He asks, annoying you and leading you on at the same time with his teasing.

Taehyung continues to move his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, but the tiny contact of the tip of his tongue touching your clit for a second – and only one second – has you rolling up into him with fever.

“Yes!” You peep up louder, voice gruff as you practically pant under the fabric of your shirt.

You thrash your head around, trying your damn hardest to obey his silent no touching rule. You huff when you begin to feel his lips on your inner thigh, away from the place you really want him.

“Tae, please put your mouth on me,” you whisper as you jerk your hips towards him.

He giggles to himself when his mouth hovers over the soft flesh of your thigh, using his hand to prop your leg up. You feel the cool lick of his tongue as he tastes your skin again, running his lips over the area as he prepares for his meal.

“Oh, I will,” he says with a smile.

With that, he takes a bite into your thigh. It’s not as rough as the last time, but still, it stings the same. The more you struggle, releasing a sharp yelp from your mouth, the worse the pain becomes. It not only shocks you, but you find yourself immediately shooting your tied hands down towards the area of the prickling burn. Your shirt moves with you, releasing your face into the fresh air of your room and granting you the chance to breathe freely. Your body thrusts up; a call to Taehyung has your eyes watering for a split second until you see the sharp daggers of his blunt red eyes looking up from where he’s latched onto you.

Your hands are centimeters away from his head before you stop yourself from nearly touching him. He startles you with a single look, daring you to defy his command.

Slowly, he releases his mouth from your thigh and his eyes never leave yours. He doesn’t even bother to blink when he withdraws his fingers from you as well. Though you stay there, sitting up in your spot on the bed as Taehyung takes his leisure time to level his head with yours. You feel small pieces of your hair sticking to the sides of your face and back of your neck, but from the way the vampire glares at you – you are sure the rest of the hair on your body sticks straight up.

Blood dribbles down the corner of his parted mouth as Taehyung leans closer to you. If it were any other time you would be admiring the way his luscious black locks have been pushed back from his forehead, exposing his full beauty even in the dimly lit room. But for now you feel like a prey being stalked by its apex predator – cornered with nowhere left to run.

Frozen in place, you muster the courage to blurt out a cracked, “I-I’m sorry!”

Taehyung cups your jaw abruptly, forcing your mouth open with how he places his fingers. The two digits he put inside of your pussy now presses past your teeth and down on your tongue. Forcing you to taste your own flavor.

“I know you are, kitten,” he expresses with a cracked smile. “You just want so much right now, don’t you? But,” Taehyung uses his hold on your head to lean you back down to the pillows, “You’re not allowed to.”

You nod your head as you understand his words. He’s right after all. You practically want everything when it comes to him, don’t you? With the record list between the two of you, it's always Taehyung who has ultimate control.

“Now,” – he grabs your bounded hands once again and lifts them above your head – “I will litter your skin with my bite if you even think about breaking my rule. I will not clean you up. I will not heal you like I did earlier. You’ll be left looking like a mutilated mess. Do you understand me?”

Fucking Hell… You do! You completely and entirely understand him. And you most certainly believe every word spoken.

Why is it that he can say such things and place such control over you and get away with it all? While not one other person in your life can make you break like this… Or make you feel so down and dirty?

“Yes,” you manage to speak with two fingers pressing onto your tongue, “I won’t do it.”

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, removing his fingers from your mouth. “You know when you behave, I give you more.”

“And I like that…” you confess, heat rising to your cheeks.

Taehyung lifts your leg by the underside of your knee to hook around his shoulder. He grins from ear to ear with how you own up to enjoying his treatments. His eyes peer down to the leaking blood from his bite mark, watching how it smears against anything it touches.

“You’ve sedated me for now, my little kitten, but I’ll be coming back for more. That is a promise,” he whispers in his low baritone voice.

He freely removes the button from his pants before sliding his bottoms down enough to release himself. His cock hangs from his body, proud and erect. The length alone can tell anyone that it’s a heavy appendage. His free hand wraps around the base to begin stroking himself as he looks over your naked body. You’re so far beyond distracted that you don’t notice how he stares at you watching him touch himself. Lost in the appreciation of how he touches himself with you in his mind.

You mentally prepare yourself for having his cock impale you. Clenching erratically the more you ponder the way his dick will stretch your pussy open.

“Do you want this?” He quips up the question with a smug smile.

The more he pumps himself, squeezing tightly at the head of his dick, the more his breath begins to match yours. He leans himself closer, bending your leg with his advance toward you. His cock inches away from your cunt makes you wring your hands together.

“Fuck, yes! Yes I do,” you express with passion.

Taehyung slaps the underside of his cock against your spread pussy, tapping it in a taunting manner. He even pushes it roughly against you, mushing his hardened dick on top of your clit and rubbing himself against you.

Your body is so desperate that you’re arching your back and hips to accommodate the angles you need to try and get Taehyung to slip right into your entrance. A poor attempt at getting what you want, even though you’ve clearly stated the obvious.

“Taehyung, please!” you nearly yell at him.

Who cares about your neighbors? Who cares what time it is right now? All you care about is having Taehyung fulfill your carnal desires by plugging you up with his lengthy cock.

A harsh slap hits your asscheek. You whine at the contact while Taehyung groans.

“So eager,” he comments as he angles his cockhead against your entrance. “What happened to being my good girl?” he snorts. “I’ll leave you high and dry. I can make sure you won't finish yourself off either. Is that what you want?”

“No!” you drone. Tossing your head to the side, you purposely expose more of your neck toward him. “I’m just so ready to go – to cum. You can do anything, just please let me cum.”

Taehyung leans down enough to meet your face, his lips brushing against your cheek as he stretches your leg. You can feel the tension of his cock resting right at your hole, hardly enough to break open your wall and slide itself inside. But he gives it to you, just how you want it.

With one tiny push of his hips, Taehyung enters you. Stretching your elastic walls open and diving into your wetness.

“So generous,” he judges. His mouth kisses down your jawline and meets the column of your neck. Blood rushes through your vein that protrudes out enough for him to kiss. “Offering me your neck so freely?” Your heart skips a beat thinking he’ll take the bait and sink his fangs into you, but Taehyung does no such thing. Instead, he softly kisses you right above your pulsepoint. Sucking your skin in a delicate caress as his cock plunges to the hilt.

He fills you up so nicely, so fully. Sometimes it even feels like it’s too much – although right now it feels just right. He feels incredibly right.

You gasp out loud, even stutter a moan as you adjust to his cock. Your nails dig into your palms with the tension built up inside of you. With one single thrust, Taehyung already has your body feeling like it’s levitating. Primed to lift itself all the way to rapturous pleasure.

“Fuck –” you curse with a cloudy brain, “– you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” Taehyung hums as he drags his cock out of you. He waits a moment before sliding himself back in – in one easy stride for his hips to slap into you.

You tighten each and every time he does. Pacing himself to his own beat as his mouth caresses the side of your neck. You’re forced to tense your body with anticipation. Strained like how your vocal cords were the other night when he showed you no mercy.

There’s a particular thrust that has your body jerking toward Taehyung to meet his cock. Whether it be the angle he adjusted himself with or your body finally calling the shots on its own behalf, you’re unsure.

But you do feel the knot building deep inside your abdomen winding itself tighter and tighter. Hardening the longer and harder Taehyung pushes himself up in you, seconds from combusting.

“Do you feel me?” Taehyung quizzes.

His question feels completely stupid… of course you can feel him. How could you possibly not at a time like this?

Taehyung’s hand snakes up to touch your tit, squeezing the round of it and swiping away the trickling bloodspill.

“Yeah, I do…” you groan.

“Good.”

Taehyung leans himself up to get a better look at your body once again. His knees hold his body upright as your leg dangles over his shoulder while the other rests open toward the other side of his body. He grips one hand around your thigh as the other hovers over your lower abdomen. He slants his palm so that his thumb can reach your clit while the rest of his hand can push down against you.

He’s slow and sensual about it while applying pressure to make it feel tighter for you. You dare to peek over at how he looks hovering above you. The candle’s flame does nothing but illuminate his beautiful features in a sexy light. His mouth hangs open as he breathes out short breaths while his hips swing into you naturally.

You can feel yourself losing your vision the closer you’re pushed to the edge of your release. With all the help Taehyung gives you, there are no complications to reaching that divine orgasm.

“I’m gonna – I’m gonna!” you warn with every last bit of rationality inside of you.

Your nails scratch hard into your clenching fists as you’re hit with a wave of tingly delight. Thumping sensations blast through your nerves while heat floods your entire body. You tighten your body as it tries to figure out how to correspond to the sensations, wriggling in your spot as Taehyung holds you firm.

Taehyung’s name leaves your lips in a moan as your body shakes. You sweat and pant while he fucks you through your orgasm, smiling down at your writhing body while he continues to impale you with his cock.

“It’s so lovely to see you enjoying yourself,” he praises. But even he is holding himself back on indulging himself further and from tearing another orgasm out of you. He'll do one right after another if your body will allow it, but he knows you're in no shape for that. Taehyung can feel how you feel.

He slows his strokes as he witnesses streaks of cum dress his thick shaft. Taehyung pulls out only halfway for his palm to wrap around his base to stroke himself.

“W-Why’d you stop?” You turn to look at him with concern.

“You’re tight against me,” he comments as he slightly nudges his cock into you again. “If I pry you open again, it’ll hurt.”

“I can handle it!” You retort. “It’s ok, we’ve done it before!”

Taehyung huffs as his hand continues to jerk the rest of his cock. He stares into your eyes when he recites the word ‘no’ to you. You can feel how his fist smacks lightly into your cunt as he flicks his wrist along his shaft.

“Next time,” he declares in a low tone. You can sense that he’s drawing near to his own climax from the pace of his tugs. “But for right now just lay here and look pretty for me.”

It doesn’t take much longer for Taehyung’s breath to catch up to speed. For his orgasm to roll into him and his semen to spill inside and over your cunt as he pulls out. His short-winded noises breeze into the air around you as he presses his cockhead against his cum, rubbing it messily around the folds of your pussy.

Your pet name drips softly out of his parted lips with a deep groan. Taehyung stares down at the junction of your thighs, admiring the lewd painting he’s created with the mess of you two.

A hand cradles your face while the other begins to untie the scarf around your wrists. He softly strokes your cheek with his thumb, basking in the warmth of your body.

“Do you have anything you can eat in your kitchen? Any natural juices? I’ll grab some while I look around for something to clean you up with.”

The sun begins to beam just a tad through the blinds in your room. The cloudy sky keeps most of the rays at bay, but it serves as a reminder to Taehyung that he must find coverage away from the scorching light when it decides to shine.

“I don’t have much, I usually purchase things from the local convenience store down the road.”

You watch as Taehyung redresses himself as he shuffles around your room. He analyzes his surroundings, peeks at some of your looming decorations and unkept closet and dresser. While he makes himself presentable once again, all you can manage is swiftly pulling the oversized shirt back down your body and ignoring the slippery mess that’s mushed between your thighs.

“Stay,” he orders. His finger points to you.

“Tae, I’m fine. I can walk,” you reassure as you lean up, letting your legs hang off the edge of the bed.

Globs of cum spread more between your thighs the more you move around. But your independence is a hard trait to shake down when you’re used to doing most things on your own.

The second you push up and off the mattress, a swift hand lands on your shoulder to hold you down. Firmly, Taehyung holds you in your sitting position, eyes which turn back to their normal state drills his demand into yours.

“Just… stay. I’ll be back in two seconds.”

Frustration fuels you momentarily. Within a flash, you witness how Taehyung’s body nearly vanishes with unimaginable speed. Your bedroom door swings with the wind once he returns.

A small cup filled with cool water, topped with two ice cubes, is presented before you. One small towel from your bathroom sink is clutched in his other hand. With a pointed look, you take the generous liquid from him as he maneuvers his body closer to you.

“Sip on that for now,” he requests. “And spread your legs so I can clean you up.”

Taehyung is already pushing your thighs apart before you can reject him. Cloth delicately running over your skin and whipping up what remains he’s left on you. The sensitivity that runs through your lower region makes you wince slightly from the pressure of his hand. You tip the glass to your lips, taking a few sips of icy water to cool you down.

It’s weird. Having someone do nearly everything for you. It almost makes you feel useless or unskilled. But that’s the stubborn mindset you’ve gained within your years of growth; adjusting to your world and what experiences you had to endure. The individuality of yourself is what makes you feel important; you never really enjoyed depending on others as guilt washed over you. So you learned to take care of yourself – for the most part. Figuring out life how most try to do, and keep trying to do.

But as you stare at the way Taehyung, a man you are slowly getting to know – someone who is completely willing to sweep you off your feet and treat you like you’re untouchable to everyone but him, takes care of you… You begin to feel the slightest of ease when you allow him to take control. Not allowing you to lift a single finger.

“All clean,” Taehyung comments with his soothing voice. He inspects the wound on your thigh, tracing the outline of his bite with his forefinger. “I hope you don’t mind me leaving these here. It’ll be a nice reminder for you.”

You feel heat prick at your cheeks from his statement. A flush of embarrassment creeping out from within.

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you murmur under your breath.

He cracks a smile at that, surely pleased with himself. Taehyung gently tosses the used towel towards a pile of laundry you’ve yet to wash while returning his attention back toward you.

“I want to give you something,” he begins. His hand slips through a pocket in his jacket to pull out his wallet. He flips through the folds until his fingers land on a plastic card, yanking it out and handing it over to you. “Take this and treat yourself while I’m gone. Whatever you want or need.”

You stare at the credit card with a dumbfounded look to your face. With a quick shake of your head, you automatically decline the offer.

“I don’t need that,” you state.

As your hand pushes him away, somehow, Taehyung fiddles his fingers with yours. Managing to slip the card from his grasp and into yours. He squeezes your palm around the thin card, not taking rejection for an answer.

“Keep it, you need to get yourself some proper groceries. Unless you want me to send over a servant to do it for you. Your choice.”

“... This doesn’t feel much like a choice.”

Taehyung huffs a laugh, patting your head with amusement. His smile could light up the night sky when he’s like this; getting his way that is.

“Tae, I really can’t take this –”

“– Kitten, I want you to have this,” he reasons. His hand slides down the side of your face and cups your jaw. “I won’t be around for the next few days. But consider this as a part of your ‘adjusting’. Get used to me wanting to pamper you and please, let me take care of you.”

You blink up into Taehyung’s eyes that flicker in the dim candle light left on your bedside table. The softening sun rays glow in your room as light rain trickles against the windows. Taehyung looks not only handsome but he also looks more real. Especially when the shadows on his face somehow add warmth to his complexion and his beautiful eyes soften with genuinity.

There’s a feeling in your heart that strains against giving in to such a proposal. Even though the idea of having everything done for you sounds pleasing, wouldn’t it become boring to have no reason? To not do something on your own? Would the constant displays of service become not enough and unsatisfying for you in the end?

Any normal person would say this is something too good to be true. To take up on the offer. But there is something blocking you from fully accepting Taehyung.

You’re not ready yet.

Taehyung sighs out of his nostrils when you remain mute. He straightens his posture and retracts his hand from your jawline.

“It’s there if you need it,” he references to the card still in your hand. “I placed my contact information in your phone also.” Taehyung turns to leave your room, talking over his shoulder to you as he departs.

Something pulls against your heart as you see his back fade further away from you.

“Wait!” You frantically stand up. You take nearly three steps until you run into the back of Taehyung who freezes in his spot, twisting his head to look down at you. Your fist manages to grab a hold of the sleeve to his jacket, alerting him with a quick tug. “I’m sorry!” – you begin with uncertainty in your voice – “I just… I just don’t know what’s happening. What could happen. I don’t know what this all means or what will come of this.”

“Kitten,” Taehyung quietly speaks. “I’ve already told you. I’ll give you whatever you want. I can see you need to process it more and I won’t rush you. Sadly, I must head out. The day isn’t a vampire’s friend. But do know, little kitten,” he takes a finger and dances it along the length of your arm and down towards your wrist. Taehyung lifts the back of your hand to his mouth, placing an everlasting kiss to your skin. “You’re already mine.”

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Run From Me - Two | K.TY

p. vampire!taehyung x vampire hunter!reader

g. soulmates - enemies to lovers - reincarnation - unrequited love

r. 18+

w. depictions of sorrow - mentions of murder

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The fear in your eyes, that look of pure distrust and hatred. It burned him from the inside out.

It killed him to speak sure words but he couldn’t hold back any longer. How long have you lived this life of murder? How many of his brethren have you slaughtered like sheep? Yes, he loved you. He had loved you through all and every minute that he saw you. He cherished whatever time he had with you. Today was no different. As he held you in his arms, inhaled your sweet scent and felt your pulse beat against his own cold dead heart…he loved you.

He watched as you fled from his sight. He heard your boot steps thud against the hardwood flooring of his home as you ran, creating a larger distance with each step. The front door was yanked open and slammed shut, the bolt catching, causing the wooden door to bounce against the wall harshly. Taehyung was sure there would be a dent the size of the door handle. From the window he watched you run out into the rain, your body getting soaked in seconds. His fingers twitched and he clenched them at his sides. What right had he to drag you back into his home? He had threatened you after all. This was his fault, was it not?

He cursed himself as your body grew smaller and smaller in the storm. The distance between the two of you was uncomfortable to say the least. A dull tug at the string of fate around his heart that connected him to you could be felt. He hadn’t meant to lose his temper but to see you standing before him with a wooden stake…it brought up old memories that he only wished he could forget. Has he proved you right after all? Had he finally become the monster you had painted him to be?

A flat huff of a laugh slipped past his lips and he turned his back on the window. You ran away from him. Again. What did this make, now? How many times had he let you slip through his fingers? As much as he loved to tease, the game of cat and mouse had long since lost its humor. This new game, this punishment…Taehyung hated it. Almost as much as he hated himself. He lowered himself into the blood red velvet settee and draped an arm over his eyes as he sighed.

“When will this misery end?” Taehyung questioned out loud. “Have we not suffered enough?!” His voice rose as he spoke to the air. There was no reply and he laughed bitterly, his arm dropped now to his heart. It beat, faintly. The only sign that while he was a vampire, he was still able to feel.

“Damn you!” He growled as a murky red film blurred his vision. “Damn you and your love!” He cried as red tinted tears streamed down the sides of his face.

You ran. Downpour be damned! You had no choice, no matter what Taehyung had told you. You knew better than to trust a vampire. Why would a monster such as himself ever speak the truth? You didn’t bother to return to your home, opting to stay in a hotel for the night to buy yourself a little time. You needed to disappear and regroup. You couldn’t fight Taehyung on your own. You needed help.

The following morning, you made multiple calls from different burner phones and gave generous tips to people who were willing to make a few easy dollars. They acted as runners between your friends and yourself. By six at night, you had a new identity and a plane ticket to Luxembourg. You hired a professional hair and makeup artist to give you a makeover, turning you into someone that even Taehyung wouldn’t recognize. It was a magic trick that you haven’t had to do very often. This only maddened you farther because you felt like you were wasting money, but it was for the safety of all mankind in the end.

You needed help and there was one man on your mind. Twenty-one hours and thirty minutes from Seoul, South Korea to Luxembourg, Luxembourg; with two layovers. You were exhausted. The plane ride was filled with turbulence and you couldn’t sleep well. When you arrived there was a car waiting for you. Silently, you climbed into the backseat and stared out the window as the car pulled off.

The partition stayed up the whole ride and you were thankful. You did not have the strength to converse with anyone at this moment in time. Your mind was stuck on Taehyung’s words. What did they mean? Well, you guess it didn't really matter now, had it?

The city, famed for its fortified medieval appearance, slowly became scarce the farther the car drove until you came upon houses with vast amounts of land in between them. The car came to a rolling stop in front of a set of wrought iron gates. The gates slowly swung open and the car crawled uphill to a small manor that sat alone surrounded by forest. It felt like you should have been visiting someone of royal blood, but no.

You were here for Ji Sung, an old friend of your family. The man was a warlock, a very powerful one at that. He would often help your father on hunts and taught your mother everything she knew about healing those who were infected by a vampire’s bite.

As the car stopped in front of the stone manor, you rubbed at your chest. Your heart felt heavy, like it had been turned to stone. The front door of the manor opened as you climbed out of the car, and there stood Ji Sung in all his glory. The older man was handsome. His features were sharp and strong, you knew he had been a real looker when he was younger. His hair was a dark onyx that rivaled the night sky, cut low and styled out of his face. Brown eyes were whiskey warm and his smile was disarming. The car pulled off and Ji Sung opened his arms wide to you.

“Welcome, welcome! Come in!” Ji Sung waved you into his home and you hurried up the steps, not waiting to keep the older man waiting. He ushered you inside, a hand hovered over your lower back as he shut the door behind the two of you.

His home was impressive. It felt like you had been transported right into the renaissance era. You fought the urge to call Ji Sung ‘Lord’ and the thought made your lip twitch. Ji Sung gave you a quick tour of his home before he showed you to your room and informed you of when dinner would be ready. You thanked him and locked your bedroom door, only after you heard his footsteps retreat. You were ready to rest.

The bed was huge; the white oak ornate hand carved headboard created the perfect vision of rest with a soft and plush pale blue upholstered footboard that matched the headboard perfectly. The bedding was a mix of blue silks and white cotton. A delicate look for such a massive room decorated throughout in white oak furnishings, cream colored rugs and blue accents.

As you stripped off your pants and crawled into the bed, your body seemingly gained a hundred pounds as you dropped into the cloud-like mattress. Grabbing the edge of a blanket, you rolled yourself into a human burrito and promptly drifted into the land of dreams.

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Word of The Prey

Chapter 5 - Cruel Destiny

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, mentions of violence and injuries.

Pairing: OT7x reader, ???x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

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When you opened the door, a lifeless body laid at your feet. There was a moment of uncertainty about the poor soul dropped on your doorstep but there was a distinguishing feature that made your heart drop to your stomach. Peeking out from under the sleeve of his coat, the bold tattoos that you spent hours looking at earlier in the day were staring back at you.

You let out a small scream which alerted the rest of the boys, before anyone could say anything else, Jin grabbed his body and pulled him into the kitchen, and placed him on the kitchen table. Jungkook was still unconscious, your mind started to race, you had only seen him a few hours prior, what had happened between then and now. You are brought out of your thoughts when Yoongi grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake “_____, Jungkook needs you, I need you” he said staring into your eyes. You give your head a shake, before directing your attention to the two other boys standing over Jungkook. “Jin, I need you to grab all the blood bags you can carry, Hobi I need you to bring me my herbs and salves from the medicine cabinet” you say a little louder than you intended. Jin was gone in a flash, but there was a slight hesitation from Hobi. “Which herbs do you want ?” He questioned, your focus had shifted from Hobi to Jungkook’s form without even looking in Hobi’s direction. You just yell “All of them!”.

With the distractions gone, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s torso, feeling the broken ribs practically protruding from his body. Without even realizing you ripped the shirt from his chest placing your hand directly on his chest. You feel your own energy and power move from your body and you direct it into his. Pushing his body to heal itself.

Time seemed to have stood still. Your hands are still on Jungkook’s body, you can slowly feel his ribs shift back into place, but he is still unconscious. Jin and Hobi finally return with what you sent them for. You direct Jin to start feeding the blood bags into his mouth, pouring little bits under his tongue, rubbing his throat slightly to encourage him to swallow. Hobi carried two baskets with the mixed herbs and salves that you have collected over the years. With one hand still on Jungkook’s chest, the other rummages through the basket searching for the herbs you need. You take both hands and rip up some of the herbs and mix it with the blood that Jin is pouring into his mouth.

You rub the mixture on to all the open wounds that covered his body. You quickly realized you were running out of everything, the blood bags were almost gone, your herbs were down to the last batch, you placed both hands on Jungkook's torso and put your entire focus and energy into him. You feel your legs start to get weak but you push through the feeling, putting your weight on to the table in front of you. It wasn’t until you felt your knees buckle that you remembered there were three other people in the room with you.

You felt a light hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see Yoongi, his eyes two black orbs. You heard a low feral growl come from him as you watched him pierce his wrist with his teeth. He motioned for Jin to open his mouth and carefully allowed for three droplets to fall into his gaping mouth.

You were too busy watching Yoongi try to save your new found friend that you hadn’t noticed Hobi grabbing you by the arms and holding you up. The four of you stood in silence, hoping that it would work. Yoongi had switched spots with Hobi, now holding you when you noticed his arm was still dripping with blood. You weakly wrap your hand around his wrist and use the little remaining energy you had to close the wound on his arm. You could feel Yoongi shaking his head, no words were exchanged between the two of you and you watched Jungkook’s still lifeless body.

The four of you sit in deafening silence for what feels like eternity. No one dared to make a sound, all eyes were trained on Jungkook’s body looking for any sign of life. You could feel the tears starting to brim on your waterline, threatening to spill over the top. You felt sick to your stomach like something from inside of you was being ripped away. You had closed your eyes for a moment to gather some strength when you heard Jin yell “His hand moved!”your eyes opened and you were met with Jungkook’s gaze. He was barely conscious but he was conscious.

You moved towards Jungkook, placing your hands back on his chest, using the little remainder of energy that you held, Jungkook’s wounds were closing and you could feel his bones shifting back into place. Jungkook gave a small smile, grateful for everything you had done, that was the last thing you saw before your vision went black.

Your brain was swirling, it felt like you were falling, but the ground wasn’t getting any closer. You could feel the wind around your head and the crying of a child that made your heart ache. A crying child, wailing for someone, your head was pounding, your mind confused on what to feel. Where were you, were you dreaming? You were very confused, what was the last thing you remembered? The crying continued around you, but the wind had finally stopped.

The crying got louder as you remembered Jungkook’s lifeless body laying on your kitchen table. You remembered the heart wrenching feeling you had in your chest when he laid there lifeless. Why did you feel like that? Why is the crying getting louder, you look around trying to see anything but darkness surrounds you. You want to scream and cry and curse whoever has cursed you with this immortality.

You can feel the tears burning your cheeks, your heart felt like it was going to be ripped from your chest, when you heard the soft voice of someone familiar. “C’mon Kid, you have to wake up, the boys need you, I need you”. There was only one person who called you Kid, Yoongi. The crying started to get softer till it was barely a soft whine, darkness still surrounded you but your head had stopped pounding. A sense of relief flooded through your body, the reason you were initially unsure. Then you remembered before everything went black, Jungkook smiled, he was alright, you had managed to save him.

That is when the voice returned, “_____, wake up, you’re scaring me, please” It was Yoongi again, his voice was softer this time, his voice laced with concern. With the little energy you had, you pushed through the darkness, following Yoongi’s voice, slowly the darkness started to get lighter.

The room around you started to become clearer, you weren’t in your room as you were expecting, rather you were Yoongi’s bed.

You slowly opened your eyes, even the dim light in his bedroom was like bright beams of light. Yoongi’s eyes met yours the moment you opened your eyes, his eyes were filled with worry and his eyes were red from crying. You had known Yoongi for over two centuries and you had never seen him cry.

It was like a wave of relief broke over Yoongi, tears continued to fall down his cheeks. You raise your hand to cup his cheek, and wipe away the stray tears. You felt the upturn of his mouth as he smiled at your actions. “You scared me there Kid” he said barely above a whisper. You go to say something but your throat is dry, you swallow trying to get the words out. Yoongi passed you a glass of water, bringing it up to your lips.

You take a sip, “How’s Jungkook? Is he okay?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded, “he’s in your bed, we didn’t know where else to put him” you nodded to his words. Knowing that Jungkook is safe and no longer on death’s doorstep, you can let the emotions that had been built up for the past few hours out.

The tears started falling down your cheeks, the look of concern returned to Yoongi’s face. “Kid, what’s going on?” you both sat in silence for a moment before you told him about what you experienced when you passed out. You recalled the intensity of the crying, how it almost turned to screaming at one point. You remembered the feeling when you thought Jungkook was going to die, the feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest.

Yoongi’s face held a scowl as you continued to tell him how you felt. Before he spoke, he passed you a blood bag, forcing you to drink before continuing your conversation. You sat up and drank the blood bag, checking the date, it was fresh just yesterday it was collected. The blood brought back some of your energy but not enough to satisfy Yoongi. He pulled you onto his chest, running his hand along your back.

“Now Kid, I need you to tell me about Jungkook, and how he came to be one of us” he said as his tone turned serious. You look up at his face, resisting the urge to touch his face, you take a breath before starting to talk. “He was walking home from volleyball practice when he was drawn into the woods because he heard a baby crying, he was knocked out and woke up with a huge chunk missing from his arm and his heart no longer beating” you said, no longer able to keep Yoongi’s gaze.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Yoongi digested the information you had just given him. The silence gave you a moment to start thinking again about how you felt when you found Jungkook on your doorstep.

“Hey, Kid, look at me, what’s on your mind” he questioned, titling your face towards him. Through tears you tell him about how you felt like your dormant heart was going to be ripped from your chest. This information piqued his interest, similar to your thoughts about the similarities between both yours and Jungkook’s turning.

You both returned to silence as Yoongi was running his fingers through your hair. The sensation was calming, your mind was still racing about the feelings you had while trying to save Jungkook. You were about to open your mouth to say something but Yoongi laid there with his eyes closed humming softly. You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift to sleep, suddenly your eyes get heavier and you realize that Yoongi was helping you sleep. Normally you would resist but tonight the help was welcomed.

The night went by and before you knew it the light was beaming through the small window in Yoongi’s basement bedroom. You opened your eyes to Yoongi’s watching your every move. There was a comfortable silence between you both, a small smile crept up your face. You were the first to break the silence “I wanted to ask you this last night but, did you find anything in the lore you were researching” you questioned, there was silence before he spoke.

“You know me and lore, I don’t like it because it’s often far from the truth,” he said, his tone flat. You nodded agreeing with his words. Part of you wanted to continue with the questions, but something was telling you not to press further.

What you didn’t know was Yoongi hadn’t been asleep. His mind was racing the entire night, replaying the words you spoke before you drifted to sleep. Yoongi had been keeping details from you, about how you came to be like him, he was terrified to tell you as he can’t risk losing you. He has also been keeping secrets from his past away from you. He can bear the thought of the look on your face if you knew that he was involved with the monsters that were killing young students before their experiments hit an immoral level.

Yoongi closes his eyes for the first time all night, his stomach filled with dread. He knows he has to tell you but now there are more pressing issues.

You looked up at Yoongi, you could tell he was deep in thought, his brow was pressed together and he was biting at his bottom lip. You aren’t sure what takes over you but you pulled yourself into his lap, grabbing his face in your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You pulled away and there was a surprised look on Yoongi’s face. “What was that for” he questioned, a small smirk appeared on his face.

You smiled “Thank you for taking care of me”. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him, rather you got up and started your way towards the bathroom “I’m going to have a shower, you’re more than welcome to join me” you say throwing your t-shirt in his direction. You had barely turned around when you heard the scurry of his feet across the floor.

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Vampire Tae ✨🩸🤍Drawing time: 23 Hours ✨

Got a little ambitious with the lighting again haha. Still learning but it's fun to play around with. Also, was fun trying out a winter theme, perfect for Tae 🤍

And I'm happy I got something done in time for his bday too haha 💖

Hope y'all enjoy this one too. Going to most likely do Jimin next✨

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