doyoung + vampire!gn!reader
dollification, anal fingering, sadomasochism, mentions of blood, pet names, slight degradation
NOTE: not good bc i just came back and sorry for the spelling mistakes
“hello, your majesty! how have you been!” doyoung cheers with delight as you entered his well-kept dungeon that had windows and a fire place, one you requested as you acknowledged the palace would get too cold for a human like him. his chains jingled as he ran up up to you with boiling enthusiasm. you just came back from another exhausting trip that came with being a member of the royal family. you smiled softly seeing doyoung after what felt like a century.
doyoung was a vampire hunter—emphasis on the was. when you captured him and made him both a prisoner and servant, you made sure to work on him and change him into your little doll, as he was far too scrumptious for you to throw to the other royal vampires. you made him cook for you and had to teach him, you made him clean for you, you made him arrange your laundry, you made him make your bed in a way that you liked, you made him wear everything you wanted him to wear especially that cute lacy apron, you taught him how to resist the pain that came with your fangs piercing his neck for daily feedings, and getting on his knees and putting his pretty mouth to good use. slowly but steadily, he became your little doll, born to serve you. he wanted you the same way you wanted him, he became a slut for you the same way you were for him.
he was now infatuated with you.
“i’ve been so good, little one.” you say, petting his head as he went on his knees. doyoung always made sure to never reach your level when speaking to you, either it was because him being taller hurt your colossal ego or that you were a royal and he was equivalent to a peasant in your palace’s terms. you placed many rules for doyoung, if he dares to break any—which he did, when he was still in his hunter mindset, he would be tied down and left with marks until not even the most modest of clothes. as times passed, he slowly grew out of ever defying you, which you were grateful as he used to be quite irritable to the point you almost considered throwing him out and letting the wolves have him. “are you thirsty master?” he says, pulling his shirt down to reveal his neck, but you politely decline as a the werewolf you encountered on the way was filling enough.
“would you like me to arrange your bed. you look awfully tired your majesty?” he offered, but you declined again. you found it adorable how he would switch from master to your majesty. even if you write a little tired, you needed to be there with him more.
“do you need help, master.” doyoung says, giving you the eyes that made you wanna bend him over the nearest surface and fuck him until he can only speak in whines and whimpers. “do i?” you whisper with your face coming close to his, a cold finger holding up his chin.
with the need inside of you growing to the point of a burning sensation growing in your loins, you kiss him. he kisses back eagerly, letting your teeth bite his lips and lapping up the little bit of blood. “desperate little bitch, aren’t you?” you laugh as he whimpers, feeling him grind his hardening dick on your thigh and his fingers combined. you break the kiss, rising back up and making yourself too tall for doyoung, unless he wanted to break the rules, to come up and kiss again.
“now, pretty doll, what did i say about trying to please yourself?” you say, patronizingly. doyoung looks, ashamed, fidgeting with the chains and slightly licking the place on his lips where you bit. “speak up now, my boy, i don’t have all day.”
“don’t please yourself or attempt to please yourself without y/n’s permission to do so.” he replies, looking down at the ground. “exactly,” you smirk, picking up a paddle hanging from your side, “you know i would hate to do this but it must be necessary for your training as an outsider in my castle. those who disobey must be disciplined, for their own good.”
doyoung nods, knowing the procedure, knowing what is gonna happen only makes his dick grow harder. he stands up and slowly walks towards the table in the middle of his dungeon. he bends over it, gripping the edges to adjust himself. you bite your lips as you walk towards him, slapping the paddle gently in your palms.
“now, you must count for every slap. do you understand?” you say, teasing his ass by rubbing the front of the wooden paddle in circular motions making flying shiver. “yes, your majesty.” he whimpers, gripping harder and trying his best to keep his legs up.
“fuck!” slap “i mean four—fuck, three!”
“watch your mouth,” you say, slapping him again three times as a little punishment for that and the early two times. swearing like a sailor was a trait that doyoung will never lose, unfortunately.
once you were done, doyoung was panting with a throat weak from screaming. you giggle and bend down to kiss him, whispering how we took it like such a good little pet.
“you deserve a reward, doll.” you say, pulling down his pants seeing the marks that you stroked, causing an aroused doyoung to shudder. “ah!” doyoung screams as he feels you tease his hole, rubbing his up and down as his cock is visibly leaking with pre-cum.
“look at you—screaming like the little bitch you are.” you chuckle, slapping his ass with one hand while the other was too busy reducing him to a mess. “please put it in! please please! i wanna cum!” doyoung cries out, following with a moan as you insert two fingers in him.
this wasn’t the first time you did something like this with doyoung, but you still let him adjust knowing he was fragile. it was when he looked at you with desperate eyes that you started pumping your fingers in him. the room was now filled to the brim with your grunts and his screams.
“f-faster! harder! please!” he begged, gripping the edges harder, every harsh thrust of your finger pushed him and the table forward. “who do you belong to doyoung?” you ask, curling your fingers to hit his g-spot.
“you! i belong to you!” he cries, hot tears of pleasure running down his pretty, broken face. “i’m your doll, i’m your prisoner, i’m yours and yours only-ah!” he almost falls to his knees but you push forward, pinning him against the table to keep him up. it took only a few more minutes of stimulation for him to cum all over your fingers. you groaned as you felt him clench all over your appendages and his dick started to leak all over the floor.
“i’m sorry, your majesty.” doyoung looked back, fucked out and embarrassed, “i made a mess.” you bent down and kiss him, holding him in your arms to make him know he was safe. “it’s alright, my lovely.” you kiss his earlobe. after adjusting him up, you kiss his forehead and look him up and down.
“stay here. i’ll get the maid to run a bath for you.”
even if he was just a doll, dolls still needed to be loved and taken care of. he was your doll.