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Genre: fluff, comfort Words: 1.816  Prompt: freshly turned vampire Jaemin x human reader (feat. vampire Jeno)

Warnings: blood, injuries, drugs? does ancient vampire blood count as drugs?

A/N: This is the fic prompted by that cute Jaemin fantaken pic where his fangs were really visible to me 🥰 Everyone, say thank you to @horanghoe who beta read this for me and to @flowerboykun who encouraged me to write this 😈 And yes, they're probably all in love with each other

“Jaemin,” you groaned, trying to shove him away from you but to no avail, he wasn’t budging a single bit, his arms wound tightly around your middle and his face buried in your neck. “But it hurts,” he whined, his teeth scraping over the sensitive skin of your neck, not hard enough to pull any blood but hard enough to sting and make you flinch. “I know, baby.” Sighing, you reached into his hair to scratch at his scalp which always helped to soothe the newly turned vampire, melting beneath your touch like a kitten. But not today it seemed, as his body didn’t release any tension.  “No, you don’t. It hurts. It always hurts. And you-,” he interrupted himself with a deep inhale, pressing his nose into your neck, “You smell so good.” “Hey...” “Please,” he interrupted you, his voice bordering on a whimper, “Just a little bit. I swear I won’t take much.” “You’re not supposed to, baby,” you tried to soothe him. Turning towards him,  you gently cupped his cheeks so you could pry him from your neck. The book you had been trying to read lay forgotten on the covers of the big four-poster. “Look at me, Jaemin.” 

“Please. They hurt,” he whispered, referring to his fangs that he had yet to gain control over. When he finally met your eyes with a pleading look, the black of his pupils almost swallowed the red color of his irises. “Baby, you can’t,” you repeated quietly yet firmly, tenderly stroking his cheekbones and pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. In a way, you felt for him. It was like telling a lioness not to kill the hurt gazelle lying right beside her while her stomach was rumbling. But Jaemin had to learn to control his new body. If he got used to feeding too often now, it would only make his bloodlust more intense once he was older. “Please,” he begged, tears gathering in his eyes, making them shine in the low light of the oil lamp on the bedside table, “I need to.” “Baby. You don’t need to feed yet. Not for a couple of days. Your eyes are still clear an-“

It was like the fledgling hadn't heard a single word you had told him, nipping on your finger that still stroked his cheek, Jaemin’s reflexes so fast that he caught it between his teeth, which made a groan spill past his lips from somewhere deep in his chest when he finally got some kind of relief on his canine. “Jaem-,” you gasped, trying to jerk away but his grip wasn’t yielding, strong like iron. “Need to,” he slurred, his eyes fluttering shut, long lashes casting shadows over his cheeks as he sunk one of his sharp fangs into your finger. Pain shot up your arm, piercing through your body before Jaemin’s venom soothed the sting, numbing you from the sensation. “Darling,” you sighed, feeling how his jaws clamped down, his fang sinking deeper into your flesh to ease his own pain, tearing the muscles and tendons below your skin without a single care. “Come on. Let go.” Stubbornly shaking his head, Jaemin squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, his tongue working around the wound to lap up any blood that had spilled, getting more of his venom into your system in the process which made you completely numb towards the pain you should be feeling. 

“Jaemin,” a deep voice suddenly boomed through the dimly lit room, startling both you and the fledgling, “Let her go.” Not able to disobey the words of his sire, Jaemin loosened his jaws, a moan stumbling from his throat when the taste of your blood flooded his tongue. “Release her,” his sire demanded again, finally stepping from the shadows, his eyebrows pulled together as his dark eyes bored into Jaemin’s, demanding nothing less than submission from his fledgling. With a pathetic wine, Jaemin did as he was told with shaking hands, immediately averting his gaze like a kid that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“It hurts, Jeno,” he tried to explain himself but the older vampire didn’t even pay him any attention, sitting down on your other side and taking your injured hand between his cold ones, not paying any mind to how your blood was staining his sheets or his white blouse as it dripped from your wound. “How’s the pain?” “He didn’t attack me. I let him,” you clarified instead of answering his question, searching Jeno’s dark eyes to figure out if he was truly angry with Jaemin. But his eyes were as closed off as ever, not giving any clues about how he was feeling. But their color was so dark, you knew that he was the one who needed to feed soon; and yet he hadn’t reacted to your blood in the slightest. “Hmm,” he simply hummed, examining the wound Jaemin had left behind. Jaemin sat on your other side, frozen in place as his eyes fixated on where your blood was dripping down Jeno’s wrist. His tongue darted out to lick over his lips and his nostrils flared up so he could scent the air but other than that, he wasn’t moving a muscle. “You don’t feel it?” “No,” you replied truthfully, which should have been weird. You could see the wound on your finger. A neat rip right next to the bone where the fledgling had sunk his fang into. It should hurt but you didn’t feel a thing. It was like the finger wasn’t even part of you. “Your venom is potent,” Jeno mused, finally meeting Jaemin’s eyes who winced and averted his gaze as if he had been struck, trying to make his broad frame look smaller. “I’ll heal it,” the old vampire promised, a gentle smile curling his eyes into little half-moons, “And then we’ll speak.” “They hurt. It still hurts,” you heard Jaemin mumble under his breath which meant that Jeno must have been able to hear it crystal clear but chose to ignore his fledgling yet again. 

“Open up,” Jeno gently told you, bringing his own wrist to his lips. And even if you weren’t bound to Jeno like Jaemin was, you didn’t have it in you to disobey and obediently tilted your head back and opened up your mouth when he guided you with a cool hand on your jaw. “Thank you, darling,” the vampire whispered before he broke the skin of his wrist with his sharp teeth, holding the bleeding flesh over your lips so a handful of droplets could drip onto your tongue. You were too familiar with the iron taste by now to cringe anymore, simply swallowing it down when Jeno deemed it enough. “I’m sorry this happened,” he whispered, gently pressing his stained lips to your still bleeding finger which would mend itself back together soon thanks to Jeno’s old blood. “It’s okay,” you whispered back, the rush of Jeno’s blood already getting to your head, making the room around you spin. He was old and his blood sang with the power he held as it coursed through your body. “Lay down for me, darling,” he smiled, gently guiding you down to lay against the plush cushions. 

“Don’t be so hard on him,” you wished, reaching your uninjured hand out towards Jaemin to lovingly stroke a strand of pale hair from his eyes, “It’s not easy to be  a fledgling.” Like a wounded animal, Jaemin leaned into your touch, nuzzling into your palm. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, finally meeting his sire’s eye, “It just hurts so bad.” “I know, sweetheart,” Jeno sighed, bringing his still bleeding wrist up again, where the blood that had seeped from the wound was gathering in his palm, “Drink. It’ll soothe the ache.” At that, Jaemin’s eyes widened almost comically which in turn made Jeno smile fondly. Jeno hadn’t let Jaemin drink a single drop of his blood ever since the night he had turned him. Not to calm him down when he had first woken up nor when he had tried to push the limits of his new body and injured himself. “Drink up and then close the wound for me.” Zeroing in on the dark crimson liquid, the fledgling licked his lips. “Drink,” Jeno urged him on. That command seemed to do the trick, making Jaemin jump into action who pursed his lips to greedily swallow the potent blood, licking and sucking on Jeno’s palm and wrist until he had coaxed the ivory skin to mend itself together again and the crimson was no longer staining his sire’s skin. 

“Do they still hurt?” Jeno asked quietly, swiping his thumb over Jaemin’s lips, prying them open to probe against the fledgling’s fangs. Despite closing his lips around the finger and playfully biting it, Jaemin slowly shook his head, only releasing the digit when Jeno pressed down on his tongue. “Rest,” he ordered, fleetingly pressing his lips to Jaemin’s forehead, “Both of you.” Smiling lopsidedly, Jaemin followed the command easily. His sire’s blood sang inside of his veins as he curled up next to you, his cold body longing for the heat of your own. 

“Don’t leave,” you mumbled weakly, winding your arms around Jaemin to hold him close. He immediately buried his face in your neck again but unlike before, his jaws were slack and his lips soft as they kissed your pulse. “I’ll be here once you wake up, I promise,” the older vampire whispered, pulling a blanket over the both of you, something akin to love sparkling in his dark eyes. “Stay,” Jaemin slurred as well. If there was something his body craved more than blood and warmth, it was the touch of his sire. “Sleep, little one,” Jeno chuckled as if his fledgling had said something absurd, “Don’t fight it, I let you drink a lot.” “Stay,” he repeated himself, sluggishly attempting to grab Jeno to pull him close, “For me.” “For you?” Jeno repeated. “Mhmm,” Jaemin hummed. You could feel how his lashes fluttered against your skin, giggling at the ticklish feeling. “I’m too lenient with you,” the older vampire sighed but rid himself of his blouse that had gotten dirtied with blood anyways, lying down to curl his strong arms around Jaemin’s middle so his back was flush against Jeno’s unmoving chest. 

“This is nice,” the fledgling sighed, going boneless between your warmth and the touch of his sire. “Will you sleep now?” Jeno simply asked, his amused smile audible in his voice but was left without an answer, instead hearing how his fledgling’s deep breaths that he technically didn’t need to take anymore mingled with yours. Sleep didn’t find the old vampire easily but as he felt the sun rise over the horizon, his mind was already drifting off into sweet nothingness, lured to sleep by your heartbeat and Jaemin’s shallow breaths.