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mrkis · 1 year

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blood & lust. (l.yy)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your face twists, “That’s questionable”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ningning shrugs her shoulders, “I surprise myself sometimes”

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

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

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

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

“Yangyang?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your voice wavers, “No”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Parings : Vampire Host Yuta x Fem reader

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

Word Count: 7,968

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This caught your attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Karina briefly explain it to me.”

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

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

Not long after three men approached.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes of course thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strong expensive alcohol is not your friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your phone dinged.

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

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

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

Yuta.

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

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

Karina - Hey love how are you feeling?

Karina - Text when you wake up

Karina - Also did Yuta text you yet?

Karina - Drink water

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was wasted.

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

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

unknown number - I need you.

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

Kun - Hey y/n, can we talk?

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

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

And with that, you got out of bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chills shot down your spin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know how to reach me.”

And with that you left, leaving him standing alone.

Not long after you arrived home your phone buzzed.

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

You did not think that would work…

Send the address. I’ll be there at 8.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning to face him you leaned over kissing him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight y/n.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dollhouse

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

Genre: Angst, dark fantasy

WC: 6.5k

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

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

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

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You were going to get fired.

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

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

You blinked, “what?”

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

“I killed the vampire cleanly and quickly-.”

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

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

“Not a lot, so hurry up.” -----------

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost felt bad about having to kill him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y-yes, absolutely."

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You arrived at 9:12pm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have to kill him, Irene.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would you tell me where he is?”

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

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

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

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

——-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

————-

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you shattered it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Instead, you burst out laughing.

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

“Come-.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You were awake, but kept your eyes shut.

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

And, yet, you failed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

_______

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

You needed to breathe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As strong as me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yunogf · 1 year

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

10.25.2021

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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versocanibal · 26 days

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

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

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bedtime-history · 3 months

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[#FCKNSTR] ⠀♱ 1896 𝒱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞ㅤܾㅤ

ii. ⠀ Stealing … Your Blood.

@venusiol on ig.

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

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babbymochiiii · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 1

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

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

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

✨ main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🌕 MOON TAEIL: 1 WORK IN THE MAKING!

🐱 JOHNNY SUH:

Confession Letter: Johnny Suh

↪︎.3k words

↪︎ college student Johnny, reader insert, mention of stalking

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

When He Replaces You: Johnny Suh

↪︎ 1.6k words

↪︎ non idol Johnny, reader insert, angst

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

💋Angel: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 703 words

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

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

🔞Birthday Surpirse: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎ 1.7k words

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

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

🌹 LEE TAEYONG:

Saved: Lee Taeyong

↪︎ .6k words

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

↪︎ Synopsis: where he saves you from embarrassment

🐙 NAKAMOTO YUTA:

Music Taste: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ .6k words

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

↪︎ Synopsis: he likes the taste of your music

🔞Caught: Nakamoto Yuta

↪︎ 1k words

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

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

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

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

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

💋Tongue Piercing: NAKAMOTO YUTA

↪︎ 506 words

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

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

💋 YUTA AS A ROCKSTAR:

↪︎ rockstar! yuta x afab! reader

🐻 QIAN KUN:

Excuse Me?: Qian Kun

↪︎ .7k words

↪︎ idol kun, reader insert, comedy, sexual tension

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

🐰 KIM DOYOUNG:

🔞 I Just Wanna Be Yours: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 5k words

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

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

Burn: DOYOUNG & YUTA

↪︎ 697 words

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

↪︎ they kidnap you and you have consent panic attacks

🔞Tag Team: Kim Doyoung

↪︎ 1.6k words

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

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

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

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

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

🧸 Calm: KIM DOYOUNG

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

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

↪︎word count: 717 words

🐱 TEN LEE:

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt.1

↪︎ 1.9k words

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

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

On My Youth: TEN LEE pt. 2

↪︎ 1.7k

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

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

🍑 JUNG JAEHYUN:

🔞Sir: Jung Jaehyun

↪︎ 1.1k words

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

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

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

💋Valentines With Jaehyun

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

🐥 DONG SICHENG:

[ 01:19 pm]

🐶 KIM JUNGWOO:

🔞Strawberry Sunday: DOJAEJUNG

↪︎ 12.6k words

[ 10:30 pm ]

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neocentral · 9 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stay? - Vampire!Johnny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even so, you're immobile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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