Welcome to my masterlist! Here you will find all of my written works. ALL WORKS ARE FICTIONAL. Please DO NOT repost or copy. Most works are explicit so majority of them will be MDNI (unless stated otherwise). Will be updated as things are posted. Credit to ghwosting for the divider 💕
warnings: reader calls him King and he calls her Queen (both as a form of respect), pwp honestly(but barely), blood (obviously), drinking blood, unprotected sex (lotta that 🤪 but yall be safe 👁️👁️), mentions of killing, gore, slightly toxic relationship
word count: 4.3K
A/N: I honestly have nothing to say except my JB obsession might come back full force and I’m not mad at it. Been an ahgase since debut but I knew JJ Project too 😭 Anyways, I might start writing for Got7 more often but I’m not sure. Enjoy loves and thanks for reading :)
Days gone
Months passed
Years later
Centuries ahead
It’s easy to lose count when you’ve lived through eras of old and young, yet never looking out of place. Always in your prime, never worrying about your youth fading. They wrote books about your kind, dating far back to times when the only way to write a book was by hand. Things changed and the more time goes on, the less people believe those stories. That just makes it easy for you though. Easy to convince your prey to let their walls down so you can sink your teeth in their necks.
You ruled the world technically, but you weren’t necessarily obsessed with power. No, you simply lived as you wanted and all those years alive you’ve learned useful tactics and things to help you live life comfortably.
You entered your home—a castle far away from the city or much civilization—a familiar scent sweeping across your nose, sending your senses into a frenzy. “And what do I owe the pleasure of such a spontaneous visit? I thought I told you to never enter my home again without permission?”
From the corner of your eye, a figure emerges from beneath the shadows--tall and looming. “Oh how time escapes me, so much so that I simply have taken it upon myself to forget about it. And besides I'm here regarding something important so you should want to hear it.”
You scoffed as you slipped from your dress—black, long and covered in lace—only to replace it with another of similar style. You felt his eyes on you, never leaving your form as he watched intensely. You were far past being shy in front of him, your relationship had grown into something indescribable. “There is no statute of limitations on my rules, you should be gone and you should be glad I don’t kill you where you stand.”
“But I came here to apologize, would you still desire to kill me before you heard what I said? I will beg if you want.”
“Oh please, spare me the theatrics King. I have a feeding to go indulge in. Make yourself scarce in the meantime.”
He grabbed you by the wrist as you tried to push past him, halting your movements. “I see you’ve gotten beside yourself, it is I who owns you whether you like to admit it or not. A curl of my finger in your sweet cavern would have you forgetting your thirst.” He released his grip, “Don’t make me wait, hurry back.”
To an outsider, he would come across as mean or rude. Yet with his appearance—handsome, tall, authoritative—they would fight over who was to bow at his feet. Sounds like an over exaggeration but you’ve seen the likes with your own two eyes. The same ones you would roll when he smirked so victoriously. When you first met him, there was a sense of competition. Who could make their victim fall prey to their deception and manipulation first? Who would let greed overtake their ability to be rational just to feed on more than the other?
He challenged you, tested you and after so much time, you found yourself denying your attraction to it. He too tried convincing himself of otherwise but your confidence and serene nature was discernible as to how you were not so innocently claiming your dinner. From afar he would watch your calculated movements; something only years of experience could have taught you. He was growing weak, catching himself being so indulged in watching you work. You made him wish he was “normal” so he could feel your teeth sink in his neck and slowly lose his life as you were the last thing he saw.
It went on like that for a couple months before testing the waters. He followed you home—challenging you in your most vulnerable space and although still ambivalent about him, you allowed him to enter without hesitation. He knew you sensed him—felt him—prickling against your skin, igniting your nerves with a fiery sting.
“May I help you?” You sat down in one of the chairs that surrounded the large dining table. Sculpted and carved wood, shined and stained with prowess. You crossed your legs and made direct eye contact with him, seeing him up close for the first time. His looks were sinful.
“Just wanted a hint as to what makes you do your job so well.”
You scoffed amusedly as you sipped on that delicious red liquid. “Know you nothing about patience and control?” You stood from your seat, drink still in hand, rounding the table and entering another room.
“And what do you know about control?” He was right on your heels—such an intimidating and sensual aura.
You turned around, looking up in order to make eye contact. “Much more than you seem to be willing to give me credit for. I can control you if I wanted.” There was so much unspoken sexual tension that you couldn’t cut through even with the sharpest blade.
“Yeah?” He took the beverage from your hand and tilted your chin with his finger. “Show me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, your tongue replaced them. The kiss was hungry, raw and a long time coming. It was like you wanted to suffocate each other—steal the other’s breath away.
You pushed at his chest to guide him to your sleeping chamber. Once inside, he lifted you, hands immediately falling to your hips. He sat and laid back onto your plush king sized bed. You lead his hands that laid on your thighs up higher, wanting him to feel every inch. With alternating big and small circles, you gyrate your hips, pressing down onto his growing bulge. Little mewls left your lips feeling yourself grow wet just from the eye contact he was making. Never have you had someone make you feel this shy like you were under a microscope--like he could see the arousal building from within and spilling out onto his pants.
He sat up, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. Then, nipping at your jaw and eventually to your neck. “Skin so sweet like nothing I’ve ever had before.” You weren’t sure if he was smelling you or kissing you, but it all seemed so feral. You were making him crave something he’s only had for the first time.
He stifled a moan when you reach between you and rubbed the ever hardening spot in his pants. He was already working on getting your clothes off of you and himself, that by the time your hand made contact with his dick, you were both completely naked. You eased your way down on his length, hissing at the stretch. He brushed his hands down your back, embracing your body, craving to be closer than he already was. Everything about you was rousing but perhaps he shouldn’t have underestimated the sheer pull and attraction he would have to a vampire like you.
He’d heard of your kind—bloodsucking, ruthless killers. He thought everyone who had told him that must have already fallen prey to the hypnotic seduction that vampires were so well known for. A demon like him held himself to a high standard and calling another being a ruthless killer sounded like something he needed to confirm. That’s when he coincidentally stumbled upon you, laughing and pulling your victim further into your trap. After witnessing your methods, he realized you weren’t called such because you were like him—unforgiving and brash—you did it in a way no one would see coming yet didn’t reject when it happened.
He thought no way it was hard to tell when you were slipping deep in infatuation, but here he was, trying to stop himself from cumming feeling your pussy squeeze him like he was your lifeline. You were bouncing on him, an erotic plap sound every time your skin connected to his. Your hair draping past your shoulders and over your breasts like it wanted to tease him. He reached up and gathered your hair into his fist, roughly pulling back, making you arch further.
“Are you understanding now? Why they let me do whatever I want to them?” You say breathlessly, trying to stay in the right headspace. But he filled you so well, every drag of his dick pulling your sanity from you. He thrust up into you viciously, pulling harder on your hair and biting and sucking on your nipples causing your jaw to go slack and for nothing but moans to tumble from your lips.
“Maybe I will if you bite me.”
You clenched harder around him. There was no benefit to you or him to be fed on, he simply wanted it for his own pleasure. You leaned forward, running a tongue over your sharp canines and punctured the flesh on his neck. A chill ran down your spine when the first few drops fell on your tongue. Usually you only fed on humans because they tasted the best, but there was something about this—so forbidden and dangerous, that made it taste like a once in a lifetime treat. He was throbbing so hard that it was becoming painful but he’s never been so turned on.
You held some of his blood in your mouth and when he looked at you, he open his mouth and let you drool the red liquid in. His grip on your hips tightened, guaranteed to leave bruises. Your arousal was at an all time high. He doesn’t even know what it tasted like because he was so focused on making you cum. He needed it so badly; to feel and to see you reach your climax. You were panting heavily, feeling your skin burn with every kiss to your cervix.
“I…I…”
He knew what you were trying so hard to tell him, “Jaebeom. My name, say it when you cum.”
He was pushing in so deep that you felt like you were going to split in half. It felt so so good. The knot in your stomach pulled tighter, impossibly so, and before you knew it you were screaming his name as your orgasm finally came crashing down. It was like music to his ears. He couldn’t hold back anymore, a curse under his breath and he was spilling loads of his release into you.
And that was history. He put you in positions you didn’t know existed in almost every room in your house. Back to back he visited and eventually you were nothing less than a couple but neither of you bothered to announce it. That was for multiple reasons and there was no point in dwelling on it.
You had been hunting this one man for a few months, subtly making him fall for you. You always “ended up” in the same places as he did—frequenting the cafe, a bar right on the edge of town, even the gas station he would go to just because it was 10 cents cheaper. Every time, he blamed it on it being a “small world”, but you knew what you were doing. It was much easier to do with men than women obviously, but some basically fell into the palm of your hands without having to do much.
He finally asked you on a date, his words being “there’s just something about you that I can’t shake and I would hate myself forever if I don’t ask you out.”
You had to act surprised and dare you say honored to have him want to go on a date with you. It was so close now, you could almost taste it. It would be a pleasure to drain him and leave him with nothing. To see an empty vessel of a man with not even a drop to power his soul. There was only but so much feeding on cattle or other farm animals could do to quench that thirst.
He’d taken you to a fancy restaurant, dressed in what you presumed to be his finest clothing. You on the other hand wore something simple yet elegant and to the untrained eye, something expensive. A corset around your waist to accentuate your breasts that sat comfortably in a keyhole top covered in lace. Form fitting and slightly above the knee was the skirt you wore. Everything had been planned strategically.
You subtly teased him throughout the conversations—a finger caressing his hand or arm, a mistaken foot to rub against his shin as you switched positions or the slight lean over the table to grant him another look at your chest. You knew what came next, all you had to do was wait for the date to be over. He’d offer to take you his home since it was already so late, offer that you come inside and then speak smooth words of seductions to get you out of your clothes.
But little did he know, you were running the show. You would be the one left standing at the end of the performance. He was simply nothing but tonight’s meal and yet he knew nothing of it. As soon as the date was over, he expressed his excitement to meet with you again and it would only be kind to offer you a ride home. Midway through, he mentioned something about the time and how as the gentleman he is, wouldn't feel safe letting you spend the night alone. He was right where you wanted him. On the doorstep to his home, he leaned in to kiss you but the kiss never came.
A warm, wet feeling splattered at your exposed legs and the scent of something only you truly smelled filled your nose. When you opened your eyes, the man had been reduced to nothing but a puddle of his own blood and chunks of flesh. Your dinner had been ruined after all this hard work you put in. Your blood boiled with rage and you already knew the cause of this failure.
“Show yourself before I become more angry than I already am.” You barely made it through your sentence without a snarl.
In the darkness of the night, he stood leaned against the brick of the house, licking the pure liquid gold from his long claws. “Indeed he tastes quite good, I suppose that's why you pursued him, yes? The smell must have been insatiable.”
“And would you care to explain why you decided it was best to interfere with my work? I have nev-“
“Ah ah ah” he enunciated each sound with a sway of his finger, “I should stop you before you become dishonest. Indeed you have foiled my plans once before.” He walked up to you, revealing himself in his true form, standing much taller than he usually does.
“Yet I’ve never gone this far. How do you plan on repaying me? Shall you grant me another human whom I may be just as satisfied with?”
He stood in front of you, hands resting on each of your hips and he leaned down slightly. "I can give you everything you need but you have to let me handle it."
"Am I incapable of doing it on my own?"
He held you tighter. "Nonsense! You are already aware that you're far from that. I just think—"
"You're telling me you did all this because of jealousy?" You saw right through him. It didn't matter if he told you, you already knew what the problem was. You knew this day would come but you didn't expect him to go about it in such a disrespectful manner. His feelings were filling his head with audacity that wouldn't get him what he wanted from you. "I think it's time we go our separate ways King, I want you out of my sight. Don't bother visiting my home unless you bring me a year's worth of feed."
Apparently he had taken that as a joke, because here he was 3 months later still standing in your home as if you hadn't told him to leave before you left. You can't say you didn't miss him but you also didn’t tolerate the nonsense he was engaging in. You knew why he was here and how much the jealousy and possessiveness was fighting its way to the forefront. You’d been hunting again and to him it seemed so soon. So soon for him to try and get over the first man.
“Still here I see..” You said in a low tone but loud enough for him to hear. “You know I know why you’re here, so get on with it.”
“I told you I wanted to apologize…and to see where your head is.”
Your eyes shifted in his direction, not too far away from rolling but it’s almost as if none of this surprised you. “Where my head has been? Where has your head been these past few months King? What is it? You sat down opposite of him at the same table he would fuck you on all those months ago, a filled glass in you hand. “What bothers you so much about what I do all of a sudden?”
“All this talk of interference when we could work together? Would it be a sin for people to see us together Queen? We could take what we want without having to play this waiting game constantly."
"You amuse me, you truly do. We both know how easily taste can change if you kill too quickly. Besides, where is the fun in an immediate death?"
“Fun? You do nothing but seduce these men with your high, perky breasts and ethereal looks. It's only fun for you, they’re stupid and oblivious to your actions.”
You chuckle as you swirl your finger in the blood filled glass. “And what does that make you?” You take a few steps closer to him, closing the gap between you, pressing your chest into him. “Hmm? Would you prefer obsessed or dumb? At least these men don’t know what I’m doing to them—you actually let me.” You take a sip from the cup, red staining and coating your tongue. You look up at him as you lick a bloody stripe up his exposed chest. “Perhaps I need a reminder of what’s the difference between you and them.”
His gaze grew dark and his lips twitched into an eerie smirk. Spinning you around, one hand wrapped around your throat while the other roamed your body. “Is that so? Then who am I to deny a request?” He roughly fondled your breasts, your nipples hardening by the second. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, pinching and rolling them between his fingers to hear a whimper fall from your lips. Then slowly, he ran his hand down your side to your thigh, rubbing upwards and around to the plump of your ass.
“All men are weak to curves but yours especially…” he used the sharpness of his nail to cut the seam on the side of your dress, revealing your bare skin. “How can one not be obsessed?” He kissed and sucked on the skin from your neck and made his way down to the tear in your dress. Taking his time kissing the flesh, he ripped the fabric some more to give him better access to your thighs. Small nips and bites making your breath quicken and your head hazy. As he did with his hand earlier, he moved your dress out of the way to get to the back of you, running his tongue up your thigh and to your ass. “Bend over.”
Surely did you oblige, wasting no time pressing your chest to the cold wood of your table. Just the smell of your wetness had him feeling so untamed. He spread your folds and stuck his tongue into you as deep as it could go. He knew exactly how to take your breath away. You couldn’t contain your moans the more he kept going; not a single place going missed by his tongue. He slurped you up like he hadn’t been fed in centuries. You reached back and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging every time he nipped at your clit. The pleasure coursed through your body down to your curling toes. He dug his nails into your skin, piercing the flesh but he didn’t care and neither did you, as long as you stayed nice and spread open wide. A harsh smack then two, leaving behind red handprints in its wake.
Your throat felt dry and your chest felt tight, the early signs of an impending orgasm making its way to you. Stomach coiling tight, ready to snap in moments but he suddenly stopped and when you turned your whole body around to see him, he looked as if he could eat you whole. “Do I look satisfied? Lay back.” His voice was octaves deeper. Oh, he had completely lost control and now you must bear the consequences of teasing him and making him go mad.
His milky white irises, his long growing nails and the nubs of horns. He held you down by the throat and if you so pleased, you could give him a run for his money strength wise. However, it was the dominance and authority you craved and he gave it to you like no other. He caressed your cheek with his thumb, trailing it over to your lips. You opened your mouth, allowing him to press down on your tongue before encapsulating it with your lips—sucking slowly, sensually.
A small, low growl rumbled in his chest. No one could compare to the way you warmed his entire being, down down down to his dark soul. Had he known any better, he would say you made him human-- a mortal with a pure heart and good intentions. But that’s something you shared; a wicked eternity with no remorse. He only grew harder just thinking about it. You truly were his forever and you were content with that knowledge. He rubbed the head of his dick through your slickness, watching you bite down on your lip to try and keep calm. But no, he wanted you screaming, wanted your cheeks stained with tears. You looked down just as he entered you in one go causing you both to moan. Your knuckles turned white with the grip you had on the edge of the table, trying to stabilize yourself from his wild and deep thrusts, but it was no use, he was in control.
He held onto the back of your head and made you keep eye contact with him. “Look at you, that arrogant facade broken into tiny pieces once I get my hands on you.” He reached down to rub quick, harsh circles on your clit and had it not been for him holding onto you, your head would have fallen back.
“Jaebeom—please, I—ah.”
“See Queen, this is the difference between me and them.” His pace quickened to an unbelievable rhythm. “They moan your name and you moan mine.” You two were a thread of promises, formed in the shape of an infinity symbol. A tightly wound knot in between, each side wrapped around each other’s finger. There was no one like the other in each of your times alive. The only ones able to use each other’s weaknesses as strengths. The words that left his mouth were true; no one else had the privilege of their name being called so seductively. “Say it again. Say it again and I’ll let you cum all night.”
“J-Jaebeom—“ you had no strength left to say anything else. The pleasure consumed you, not letting you go in its grasp. It was always like this with him, filling your head with nothing but him. His hand held onto your thigh all while trying to push himself deeper than he already was. You couldn’t help but clench feeling the slight stinging pain but that made it all the more pleasurable. “Don’t stop Jaebeom, please!”
He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned more into you; hitting even deeper than before. “Open those eyes my love, let me see the sanity vanish within you.” With hooded lids, you looked at him like he told you to and he smiled warmly. “That’s it…love it when you look at me like that.”
A few more thrusts and you were fluttering against him as you reached your high. His lips were all over your neck and chest as he held you down, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm and get closer to his. It wasn’t long before he was emptying himself into you with a few groans. Without pulling out, he carried you to your bed and laid with your chest pressed against his. There was a quiet silence between you, letting your breaths even out before saying anything.
“You know, the idea weighs heavily on my mind.” He was speaking in a much softer tone now, almost quiet as if he was talking to himself.
“What idea?” You mindlessly drew patterns on his arm that slung across your waist.
“The idea that it would be better if we were betrothed.”
You halted your movements and turned around to check for sincerity in his eyes. “You want to marry me?”
“Can you not say the same Queen? I must have better reasoning for being so jealous about you than just lust.”
You sat with that thought for a moment before answering. Yes, it has been a thought on multiple occasions but you simply did not let it simmer for longer than it needed to. “Well of course I can, but we both know we are not to marry outside of our kind.”
“And who says we can’t? Surely it’s not a punishable act. We follow rules because we want to not because we have to and if so, I want you to be my wife so there should be no contest.”
“Rebellious as always my love.” You cupped his cheek in your hand and he melted into your touch. “If there was a time I chose to break the rules, it would definitely be for this but are you ready to face the consequences that come with such? I can’t say I’m not up for the challenge.”
“Then marry me. Be mine and allow me to be yours for eternity. I swear I will grant you nothing but my loyalty and love.” He grabbed your hand that laid against his cheek and gave it a squeeze. “If you do not wish to do so now, I am content with waiting until you are.”
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