vampire yandere!yuta is used to compelling people to get his way but unfortunately doesn’t work on oc
"Yuta?" Concern furrows your brow as soon as you open the front door to see him standing there looking distraught. "What are you doing here? What's wrong?"
"Can I come in?" Is his immediate response, a sudden tiredness washing over his features. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he looks dejected.
"Of course." The crease in your brow deepens and you open the door further for him. "Come in."
For months now, he's been a close friend to you, so you do not think twice about what he's asking you. You already know what he is, anyways, given the amount of incidents with the supernatural you've had in your town. In fact, usually Yuta is the one to help bail you out. You've just never invited him inside your home before today, mainly for your own protection, but he seems desperate tonight.
That should have been your first clue.
Walking past you, he sends you a tight smile. As you close and lock your front door, though, you fail to see the spark of smugness that flashes across his features.
When you turn your attention back to him, his face is full of woe once more.
"I repeat," you meet his gaze, "what's wrong?"
A long, exasperated sigh escapes his lips, "I just can't do it anymore."
"Do what?" If you weren't confused before, you sure as hell are now.
"I've tried everything," he begins, and at the way you tilt your head at him, he's continuing, "it's been years since I've felt like this. For anyone. I didn't even know I was still capable of it after all this time. It's suffocating."
"Not to sound like a pompous ass, but," you cross your arms, "Yuta, are you finally feeling remorse?"
"What?" He looks mildly offended by your statement. "No. Of course not."
"Then what has you so worked up?" You question, glancing at your watch. "It's nearly midnight."
"Time is relative," he replies, "especially when you get to be my age."
"Yes, yes, I get it." You roll your eyes jokingly. "You're an old man. For us humans though, time is still important."
"Regardless," he waves you off. "If you haven't noticed, I'm freaking out a bit over here."
"Right," you nod. "Sorry. Carry on."
"Like I said," he mirrors your stance, crossing his arms in front of his own chest, only with the way he's standing, he appears to be supporting his arms by the elbows rather than crossing them, "it's been a long time since I've felt like this. Years. I still can hardly wrap my head around this emotion again."
"What emotion?" Your brow furrows once more.
A brief pause before he locks gazes with yours, "love."
You blink. Once. Twice. "Love?"
"Yes," the corner of his lips twitch upwards, "love."
"Do you want to talk about it?" As soon as the question leaves your lips, you cringe. Of course he wants to talk about it, that's probably the reason he's here, not to mention how distressed he is. "Sometimes forming the thoughts into words helps to make you feel better."
"I don't even know where to begin."
"How about the first time you realized it was love again."
"That's the thing," he says. "I wouldn't be able to tell you even if I tried. I don't know when it happened, it just did. From the first moment I gazed upon them, I just knew they were the one for me. They looked past all my darkness and helped me see the light once more. They saved me, and I know for sure I've saved them more times than I can count. They make me want to be a better person, and it pains me to be away from them for any period of time."
His gaze is intense as he continues to meet your own. "I don't know when the want became a need, but I need them. I crave them like I've never done before. The urge to protect them, to be around them always is so strong that I can feel it suffocating me when I can't see them. I need them to be by my side every second of every day or I might just go crazy. They're so fragile, that if I'm not there to protect them, they could break."
"My only problem is, I don't know if they want me- need me, too." He swallows, and you watch his throat bob. "Do they feel the same? Do they know how I long for them? How much I hunger for- how much I crave their touch? The blood that flows through their veins sings to me like a siren's song whenever we're alone, and so badly do I want to indulge in that symphony with them. They tempt me every goddamn minute by breathing, and they have no idea the effect they have on me."
Your breath hitches as he takes a small step towards you, his eyes flashing.
"But the biggest question gets to be," he breathes, "would they turn if I wanted them to? Would they let me do it, so we could be bonded for eternity as we're meant to be? I don't want them to leave me. They can never leave me. They're mine."
His resounding growl echoes around your silent apartment, threatening to suffocate you with the heavy tension that now permeates the air. You swallow.
"Yuta," you reply cautiously, "I don't think some of those urges are healthy. I don't think you should act on them."
He shoots you a look. "A little more sympathy from you would be nice."
"Well, what do you want me to do?" You huff, slightly exasperatedly.
"What I want," he straightens, his gaze freezing you to your spot as you look into his eyes, completely mesmerized, "is you."
"I want you to want me, to need me like I need you. I want you to love me like I am in love with you."
You're unable to say anything as you watch him begin stalking towards you, each step accented by his low voice, demanding your attention and calling you to fixate solely on him.
"I want you to never leave my side; to think only of me, because I am the only one you will ever need. I want you to beg me to drink your blood, and then once I've had a taste of that sweet nectar flooding through your veins, I want you to beg for mine. I want you to beg me to turn you, to bond yourself to me and I to you, and then when all of that is done, I want you to promise me that you'll never leave me. That you'll never need another like you need me. I need to hear you say that you are mine and I am yours, and nothing will ever change that. I need to hear you say how desperate for me you are as I am for you."
By now, he's standing right before you, arms on either side of your head as he traps you against the door, pressing the front of this body into yours. He watches your pupils dilate ever so slightly as his words sink in, and he smirks. He's won.
"Tell me that you love me," he breathes, leaning in so that his lips are barely grazing yours, "and then I want you to kiss me. Kiss me with all the passion of a thousand burning suns, like I am the very air you need to breathe. Kiss me, until the break of dawn."
Yuta allows his words to sink in, waiting with bated breath until he'll be able to feel the press of your lips against his own with the desperation he so craves from you. It's only a matter of time before that happens, and when it does, he knows he's going to savour ever moment, because finally, he has you. Finally, he's won.
A moment passes. And then another, and another. Except, the press of your lips against his never comes. His brow furrows.
"Yeah, I'm not going to do that," your voice nearly sends him to his knees, and not in the way he had wanted, or planned.
Immediately, his head is reeling back, looking at you with wide eyes, lips parted ever so slightly in shock.
"But... How?"
You don't drink vervain, nor do you wear anything related to that wretched plant. He was sure he had you, the signs were all there. So, how did his compulsion not work on you?
"Get off of me."
Yuta is so stunned that you actually manage to shove him off of you. Stumbling back a few paces, he continues to stare at you with wide eyes, and when you reach his gaze, there's a twisted sense of awe hiding behind the look of pure disbelief he wears.
"You need to leave," you tell him, voice low as your hands begin to shake, "right now."
He blinks, tilting his head slightly at you. "You know I'd never hurt you."
"Your actions say otherwise." You spit, whole body trembling now as fear courses through your veins. He was going to compel you to love him, to turn into a vampire for him. No, he did compel you. Only, for some reason, it didn't work. You refuse to meet his gaze. "Get out of my apartment."
He takes a step towards you and you tense, making him freeze mid step, "Darling, don't be like this. We can talk about this."
"Like how we talked about you wanting me to love you?" You scoff. "Oh wait, you just decided to try and compel me instead."
"This isn't how I planned things going," he sighs.
"No, I bet you didn't," you laugh dryly. "Now, get out of my house."
Yuta's lips purse into a thin line, "you know I can't do that."
"Like hell you can't!" You watch him appear in front of you in the blink of an eye, and your breath hitches in your throat. "Don't come any closer!"
"Darling," he hums, condescendingly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest as he buries his head into the side of your neck, "please don't be like that. I made a mistake. We can work this out."
His words from earlier echo through your mind and you begin to panic, saying the first thing that comes to mind, "I revoke your invitation into this house."
Immediately, Yuta tenses. Whole body trembling, he pulls away to look into your eyes, and you see a look there akin to a crazed wild animal, but more than all of that, a hurt wild animal.
"What have you done?" His voice is strained, veins appearing on his neck as the pressure begins to suffocate him from the inside out.
In a flash, he's rushed past you and back out into the hallway, your front door hanging open as he heaves air into his lungs from just beyond the threshold. Once he's finally regained his senses, he turns his dark gaze back on you.
You stumble backwards, heart near bursting out of your chest as you watch him slowly get back onto his feet. If you thought he looked crazed before, he looks absolutely insane now, especially with that all too familiar smirk pulling at his features.
"Oh, Darling," he chuckles, "you've just made the worst mistake of your life. I may no longer be allowed in, but as soon as you come out, I will be waiting. I have eternity, after all." He lets his gaze trail slowly, deliberately over your figure, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his eyes flash. "Let's see how long you last."
You swallow, his words sinking into your entire being and sending a chill right down to your bones. Horror paints your features as his words from earlier flash through your mind.
What have you done?
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Hello :) Can I pls request alpha yan! Mark finding his human mate?
The feeling had hit him like a truck. Mark should know, he was literally struck by one just as he felt the bond snap into place.
A few of his pack mates had gone for a run and he decided to tag along. As they were crossing the mountain pass which curved ever so dangerously towards the steep drop below where the forest resides, he caught an unfamiliar scent in the air. It had distracted him, enough so that he didn't register the honk of the oncoming vehicle, nor the flash of bright lights rounding the corner.
Mark had gone flying, his pack mates howling as he had landed with a harsh thud on the side of the road. Blood soaked the ground around him as his brothers had surrounded him, but through all the haze of pain, only one thing was on his mind. He had finally found you. After so long searching, you, his mate, had finally appeared.
Euphoria doesn't even begin to describe what he was feeling, and soon the pain faded, only leaving a dull ache in his bones.
One thought kept flitting through his mind, over and over again as his brothers practically dragged him back home. Mark needed to find you. He needed to meet you and finally see you in person. Here you were, so close to him, yet still so far away due to his carelessness.
Two weeks later, after he had fully healed and received a stern lecture on the safety of his well being from Taeyong, Johnny, and Haechan, he was finally able to trace your scent. Oh, how tempting it had been, too. The call of the bond urging him to sneak out while he was recovering to find you, to claim you like he so badly wanted and was meant to do.
He followed your scent to a small coffee shop in town, seeing you sitting by the window reading a book, and he swears his whole world stopped. There you were, the literal definition of perfection in his eyes, so oblivious to the longing pair of eyes that watched you from across the street. So unaware of the gaze that now beheld his entire world.
Mark was never one to drink much coffee, but he forced himself to make his way over and order something. You had looked up when he had walked walked in, the bell above the door chiming in time with his racing heart as he did his best to act oblivious.
Your gaze was like a warmth upon his skin, like basking in the sun's rays on a spring day in his favourite meadow as the wind ruffles through his fur and the birds sing all around him. It was then that he could see a glimpse of the future. His future together with you, sitting in that meadow with him and brushing your fingers through his hair.
The image of you looking at him with such a tender gaze, one full of love and affection, of longing and want, but more than all of that, of happiness nearly sends him to his knees right then and there. In fact, he's so distracted by his little fantasy, he barely registers his name being called out once his drink is ready. One thing he does notice, however, is the way your gaze lingers on his form as he leaves the coffee shop, despite every instinct within himself screaming for him to turn back, to stay with you by your side where he's meant to be. Where he's always meant to be.
And so, it continues like this for a few weeks back and forth. Mark trying desperately to take things slow, to court you in a proper setting the way modern times call for. The last thing he wants to do is scare you off before things truly even begin between the both of you. After all, once he has you, you'll have all of eternity with one another to figure things out.
You don't traverse the coffee shop every day, much to Mark's disappointment, but when you do, he always makes sure to make an appearance. Some days, he arrives to find you sitting in that same spot by the window, reading a new book or working on something on your laptop. Other times, you're just sitting there, watching the street from your spot and enjoying your drink. Either way, you can always count on Mark to be keeping a close eye on you in some way or other. Whether it be from over the top of his own book he's brought with him, or under the guise of listening to music while enjoying his drink, he always makes sure he knows exactly what you're doing.
There have even been a few times where Mark has followed you home. Taking on the form of his wolf, he stalks through the shadows, keeping a close eye on you and keeping you safe. Protecting you is his number one priority, and fuck, if he ever let anything happen to you he would never be able to forgive himself, let alone live with the consequences.
The one night, not two days ago, you had left your window open.
Mark knew it wasn't right to snoop, but those urges were just so strong, whispering for him to make sure that you were safe. After all, if he could get in, so could someone else. Honestly, it's a good thing he is around to protect you; what would you do without him?
Under the stillness of the moon, he had snuck into your bedroom.
As soon as his feet touched the floor, his eyes had flashed and he knew that this was probably a mistake. If your scent had affected him before, being directly surrounded by it now made him absolutely feral.
Taking a cautious step towards you, sleeping so soundly on your bed and blissfully unaware as to the monster creeping through your room, his hands had twitched. The urge to reach out and touch you, to run his fingers over that delicate skin he so badly wanted to feel beneath his own was overwhelming.
Over and over again, he could hear his beast growling in his mind.
Mine.
Mate.
My Mate.
Mine.
With each step towards you, Mark was finding it harder and harder to control himself. Oh, how easy it would be to take you now. To say to hell with his original notion of taking things slow and just claim you as his own. It's what most of his brothers were telling him to do, anyways...
But, no. He can wait. He would never do that to you; force that upon you. You're worth it, and he is not a wild animal. Besides, it's only a matter of time now before you're his and he's yours, just like it was always meant to be.
That still didn't stop him from taking a piece of your clothing, though. For safe keeping, of course.
After that night, Mark started getting more bold. He started glancing at you more when he entered the shop. (A great decision on his part, honestly, his heart nearly combusted the first time you smiled at him). It became sort of routine at this point, for him to enter, meet your gaze, for you to smile back, or even his favourite, shoot him a little wave.
He even started to follow you home in his human form. Still keeping to the shadows, obviously, Mark would trail you, indulging in his fantasies of the day where you'd be going home together instead of just by yourself.
It was on one of these nights that everything went horribly wrong.
Mark had been feeling pretty good about the events of the evening. He got lucky, and the book he had brought with him had managed to be the same book you had just started to read. You had shared a quick little chuckle at that, and Mark had been over the moon. Knowing that he was the one who made you smile, to express such joy through your laughter was a feeling like no other.
All of that bliss had quickly shattered, though, when he realized that he wasn't the only one following you home that night.
The guy- the human- had been on you in an instant, pulling you into the darkness of the alleyway just before your house. Mark could hear your frantic heartbeats, the fear rolling off of you in waves as your pleas to let you go had fallen on seemingly deaf ears.
It had taken Mark no less than a second to rip that disgusting excuse of a human off of you. A second later to tear into his throat with his teeth, a snarl escaping him as his eyes flashed that all too familiar golden hue.
Spitting out the bitter chunk of flesh from his mouth, Mark felt a certain sense of pride swell in his chest. A smugness settled over him at being able to protect you, and prove to you just how well he could keep you safe.
He had turned to you then, blood running down his chin, and smiled.
"It's okay," he cooed, wrapping you in his arms as you trembled like a leaf in the wind. "I'm here now. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you."
Instead of feeling gratitude from you, that same fear permeated the air, making his brow furrow in confusion. Carefully, he began to brush his hand over your hair in what he assumed to be a comforting gesture. This only made you shake harder.
"You-" your voice came out small, barely audible over the fear you felt, "you're that guy from the cafe."
"Mark." His voice was firm, and he felt you tense within his grasp. "My name is Mark."
"Mark." Your lips parted ever so slightly, and finally, you stopped shaking despite terror still lacing your every word. "What do you want from me?"
The way his name sounded falling from your lips nearly sent him to his knees. His head had fallen into the side of your neck, practically using you to support himself as those all too familiar urges washed over him once more. He nearly groaned.
Only, as he took a deep inhale to answer you, he froze. A growl, low and feral tore from his throat. "That bastard's scent is still on you."
You froze, your blood running cold as you felt Mark press himself deeper into you, his face burying itself fully into the side of your neck. If didn't know any better, you'd say he had started almost nuzzling his face against your skin, smearing blood in his wake.
Finally, he acts on his urges.
"Mine." He growls, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you even closer. "All mine.You're mine."
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