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[jllybllyy]

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[hyunchans]

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[seungminogie]

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[minchns]

[namtan]

BANG CHAN 'RUN IT' WORLD TOUR — 260726

[imfoive]

today’s story: THIS & THAT

[namtan]

SKZ CODE ⟡ Travel Log in Busan #3

[papawolfchris]

When he matches your freak...

[yonglixx]

Felix＜RUN IT SEOUL＞ OFFICIAL MERCH MAKING FILM♡

[unanuvola]

🌸🐛

[papawolfchris]

Rockstar... HYUNJIN in SKZ-Talker Ep.82

[strayalivekid]

body art

just a short drabble about hyunjin's kink to mark your whole body and use you as a living canvas

mdni!

warnings: f! reader, sexual content, biting, marking, fingering, mentions of jerking off

wc: 597

listen, hyunjin has a thing for marking you, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your pretty skin.

he likes using you as his personal canvas, making you his one true masterpiece.

he invited you over to the dance studio one night, wanting to "show you his new solo choreography". he's already jerked off the thought of you once that day. but it wasn't enough. he needed to see you, to touch you, to fucking smell you.

and you came over, no questions asked, at one in the morning, looking all sleepy and adorable. fuck, he's so obsessed with you. he closed the door of the practice room behind you, hands grabbing your shirt desperately. "let me see." he murmurs, voice low, eyes glued to your body.

you knew he was referring to the marks he's left on you last time. they were already fading, only a light shade of yellow. you lift your shirt over your head, his eyes scanning your chest, stomach, shoulders. "they're almost gone..." he whispered, his fingers tracing the outlines of the bite marks on your shoulders. "i need to fix that." he murmured, eyes meeting yours hungrily. "hyunjin—" you moaned his name so very softly, it shattered him completely. his hands gripped your hair, pulling your face towards him harshly, his lips crashing into yours. he walked you backwards until your back hits the mirror, tongue pushing into your mouth, claiming.

you kissed him back, his hands roaming over your bare skin, groaning into your mouth. "paint me again, hyunjin. please—" that one little beg undid him completely. his cock was rock hard in his sweatpants, pressing against you. he fucking wants to paint you again. purple, pink, red. marks trailing over your tits, hips, thighs, neck. this wasn't about fucking. this was about creating his masterpiece.

he buried his face in your neck, teeth sinking into your pulse point immediately, making you moan out. his hands moved to your back, unclasping your bra, revealing the fading love bites on your tits. his teeth and lips trailed over your collarbones, down to your chest, biting the soft flesh, making you gasp in surprise. he only bit harder, marking you immediately, his fingers pinching your nipples roughly as he sucked hard, leaving purple marks on your skin.

and you couldn't help yourself but beg him for his fingers. inside you. while he paints your body. his eyes darkened immediately, pupils swallowing his brown eyes. the way you looked at him so desperately, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, voice thin with need. and you fucking begged. so beautifully.

"keep looking at me like that." he groaned, already fumbling with your pants. he ripped it off, helping you step out of it, hand immediately covering your soaked cunt. he slapped it once, harsh, making you jolt.

he kissed your shoulders, fingers sliding through your wet folds. he bit down hard when he slipped one digit inside, groaning against your skin at how smoothly his finger slid through your wetness. he added another finger, curling them, finding your g-spot, making you cry out.

he grabbed you, spun you around, your hands bracing against the mirror, his fingers still fucking you mercilessly. the other hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your head back. he wanted you to see the masterpiece he's already created on your body. the hickeys, the bite marks, the reddened skin from his rough treatment.

"look at yourself," he growled against your ear. "look at how fucking pretty i'm making you." his thumb pressed hard against your clit, rubbing roughly.

"you're my fucking art."

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[astrasng]

SUNBURNT II HWANG HYUNJIN

sypnosis: pathetic hyunjin is craving for some attention to cool him off, are you willing to help him out in a summer hot day like this?

+18 MDNI, helpless hyunjin, dry humping, sensory play, dirty talk lol it is so hot wc: 1.7k

as always, enjoy ! ♡

You wish you could name a more pleasurable and beautiful scenery then Hyunjin sprawled out under you on the comfort of the vacation bed, whimpering and tossing around in agony from his painful sunburn he had gotten from the sun for being out all day without SPF. 

But you really can’t, because when you look down at his red, sweaty and sticky skin you can’t think about anything else other than his whines and guttural moans into the pillow as he tries his best not to let his body touch the sheets too much. The bridge of his nose is glowing in a pinkish-redish color, his long hair pushes away from his face as beads of sweat roll down his temple while his eyes are closed shut. You’d just gotten back from the shopping spree you had with your vacationing friends, finding your boyfriend lying dead in your shared bed like he had been murdered. The shirt of his is long forgotten, somewhere laying behind you around the dresser, his swimming trunks loosely hanging on his hips like he didn’t have any more power left to take them off. 

“Baby?” You call out, finally slowly approaching your boyfriend after standing in the doorway for the last 10 minutes. The bag on your shoulder slides off to the ground with a soft thud and you take a seat on the bed, next to Hyunjin’s leg. He picks his head up slightly, his eyes narrowed from the tiredness and he whines once again. 

“Don’t even look at me. I look like a giant tomato.” He grunts, his voice raspy and tired, the back of his hand covering his eyes as he tries to hide from you. You chuckle and caress his leg, kicking your shoes off in the process. 

“Aww, did you get sunburnt?” You tease him, ever so slightly scraping his thigh as he squirms under your touch. “Hey,” he cuts you off, pulling his leg away from your hand. “not cool, you know how fast I can get burnt.” 

You choke back a smile and let out a sigh. “I mean…you look so pretty like this. All red and helpless. Laying in the darkness of our room~” 

“I told you it’s not funny!” He turns around to hide from you, laying on his stomach as he groans into the pillow once again as you can’t help but chuckle. Now as his back is on display, you can clearly see the faint lines decorating his back from the sheets pressing against him, his red skin scorching hot when you touch it. “If you find it so hilarious, can’t you at least help me to cool it off?” Hyunjin mumbles into the material, his arms flexing next to his head as he grips the sheets harder. You caress his back slightly, tilting your head to the side as you admire his goosebumps rising on it. “Sure. With what though?” You reply shortly after you leave his skin alone. 

“There’s some aloe vera in the bathroom, I just couldn’t get up and get it. Can you please apply it on my back?” 

The tone in his voice that gets you, really. The way he worded please just got your stomach flip upside down. The way he lifted himself up by his arms to sit in front of you had your head spinning. When all he was able to do was to let out sighs after sighs when you put the cool gel on his sensitive, hot skin. If pain was pleasure, this was heaven. At least for you, but not short after you started pressing kisses on his nape before applying the gel, Hyunjin started to get even more nervous and fidgety. 

“Everything alright?” You whisper, your hand now working its way to his torso. He jumps slightly at the sudden temperature change, clearing his throat slightly. “Poor baby, you’re so sensitive,” you add, hands working the gel into his skin letting your nails scrape him from time to time as you speak. “how can you be so forgetful sometimes?” The moment those words hit his ears he knew he was gone for. That tone reminded him of so many things he felt his cock harden in his trunks, his heart slowly picking up the pace and his hands now more sweatier than they were before. He swallows and straightens up, one of his hands once again gripping the sheets. “I-I’m sorry, I totally forgot today..” He stutters but quickly covers it with a cough, feeling your hand teasing at his sides now. “I guess, you not being here….clearly messed with my head.” He adds on, biting his lips to keep his subtle moans back. 

Hyunjin can hear you let out a sigh, feeling your breath hitting his bare back. “Good thing I’m here now, right?” You press a feather-like kiss under his ear, making him shiver against you. Before he could even answer, you gently turn and push by his shoulders so now he’s laying under you on his back,sitting comfortably directly on his crotch as the sundress you are wearing keeps little to nothing to the eye. The sudden position visibly throws him off as his breath hitches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle here.” 

And as you make that promise you let the cooling gel pour right onto his skin, his body immediately jumping at the coldness and his hands instinctively grip at your waist. He groans when he feels your core pressing against his hard-on, his hips helplessly grinding up into you like his own body is not aching from a different pain. “Shit, baby -” A small moan escapes him, his now bloodshot eyes following your every move against him. 

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.” 

You smear the slimy gel all over his stomach and chest, slowly massaging it into his skin, slowing down your movements especially around his chest area just to see the reaction screaming off of his face as you mercilessly tease his sensitive nipples. “I’m - fuck - baby w-what are you - ?” Hyunjin moans shamelessly, now his fully erected cock thrusting up into you from all the squirming and turning he’s doing under your touch. “I told you I would take care of you, didn’t I?” You repeat the same motion, now your fingers shamelessly circling his nipples. “Are they sensitive too?” The purr of your voice nearly brings him over the edge, his knuckles almost white as he grips your hips harder, pressing your own body down against him. 

Hyunjin choked on his own spit, mumbling under his breath. “D-don’t tease me….please, baby.”  

You knew exactly how fucking crazy you were driving him, practically feeling his precum oozing out of his tip as he grinded against you harder and harder. His breathing picked up the faster as you moved against him, rocking hips and circling hands moving together as all he could do was to moan and whimper under you. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck - fuuck,” he mumbled when your hands sled down further towards his trunks, now gripping the material to let his fully erected cock hitting the room’s cold air. “Nononono, please not there I-” His helpless pleas go right through you. 

“Shh, don’t you want my help baby? To make the pain go away? To make it all better?” Effortlessly, you lean down and press kisses on his chest, on his collarbones, and on his jaw as your hand wraps around his length. You let out a groan as you feel his girth between your hand, his prominent veins immediately throbbing with need as you continue kissing him. You smear remaining gel on your hands onto his cock, swifting your hand up and down in an agonizingly slow pace. “I swear I’ll make it all better~” 

It's like his own body disobeys him, he tries and tries to keep his voice back as much as he can, keeping his hips in place to not cum too fast but then there you are - alluring voice and hands working wonders on him as you bring him closer to his release. “I-I don’t think I can hold much longer -” He whimpers, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. 

His hands cover too much at once, but nothing at the same time, his fingers finding the edge of your dress to pull it over your head just to see your naked body on top of him. “Fuck, no bra?” He questions, his hands cupping your breasts before you could even answer. The breathy moan hits his ears at the same time your clothed pussy grinds down onto his lubed up cock, his sensitive pink tip flushed against his wet stomach. 

“Nghn- baby ~” You moan, the mutual pleasure now getting to your body too as it’s his turn to massage your nipples. All you can see, feel, and hear is him. Him him him. It’s so raw, looking down you see his tip oozing from his precum right onto his wet stomach as you drag your clothed pussy along his shaft, his muscles flexing while trying to keep you on top of him. And oh, his beautiful face shining in pure pain from dragging his climax out so far and his skin feeling everything at once. At every move or breath he feels his skin tighten on him, your hips rubbing together with his as you chase your own release along with him. It hits him all too deep and together - your voice and moans twisting in his stomach when he feels you cum untouched - your panties soaked from all the liquids mixing together. Hyunjin can’t help but whine at this point, feeling his climax approaching incredibly fast as you throw and toss your head in pleasure. 

“That’s it pretty…” he pants, his pubic bone pressing against where you are aching just as the same as him. “take it, take all of me, baby.” 

You loved how sensual it was, going perfectly along with his burning body in the cool set room so he can cool off, - but instead here he finds you moaning his name as you both reach your climax together. Hot white ropes of cum paint your panties and his stomach, his hands now gripping your back and the nape of your neck to bring you down for a deep kiss, moaning into each other's mouth while running out of breath. 

Here you lay with your forgetful boyfriend, sticky and hot skin pressing together under the AC, while you still try to calm and cool his burnt skin off in desperation continuously all night. 

It doesn’t matter how, just somehow :)

a/n: no words. just sending this to my bestie @arunainluv happy nameday

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

@ astrasng 2026

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[unanuvola]

SKZ IT TAPE "DO IT" TRAILER 𓆩🖤𓆪 "THIS&THAT" TRAILER

[xobangchan]

unveil track: farming 'this&that'

[lisexe]

Red Wine and Silk Sheets

Pairing: vampire!bangchan X fem!reader

Genre: nsfw, sexual content, mentions of alcohol, dubcon(?), biting,mating mark, romance, vampire au

Words: 3,458

🌱a/n: this was my promised smut fic i wrote like forever ago but never finished cuz i had some mental health stuff going on at the time. But here it is completed finally so I hope you guys enjoy!

There she was.

The pretty female he had been after for such a long time. Chris stood shrouded in shadows, his back against the brick of the alleyway as he watched her smoke at a table in the park just across the street from him. You were the complete opposite of Chris, your gorgeous long hair, wide doe eyes, and smattering of freckles across your nose giving you an angelic look while Chris looked straight from hell. Which he was.

Chris found it utterly thrilling that soon he would be able to corrupt the angel that walked among men, walked the streets and walked past Chris nearly everyday. She was too pretty to drain in some alleyway, no. Chan wanted to take her home and to bed, hear her scream in pleasure and then drain every drop of crimson life force from her veins, to feel her struggling grow weaker as he grew closer to death. It had been a long time since he held someone and experienced one of the few pleasures of man as no one had been deemed worthy enough for him. The beautiful angel however, had to be corrupted. In more ways than one.

Chris pushed off the wall and crossed the street, his eyes never leaving the younger woman as he crept along the tree line and emerged, standing a few feet from the other side of the picnic table. You looked up from your cigarette, pretty pink lips parted in a perfect O as you blew smoke out of the corner of your mouth, your eyebrow quirked as you take in the taller man with a white iris wearing all black.

“Can I help you?”

The angel’s voice was startlingly sweet, honey practically dripping off her lips as she smiled up at the taller man. Chris smiled slowly, reveling in the way that you blinked and seemed to be starstruck by the sight of him. Number one perk of being a vampire, humans found them extremely seductive and undeniably attractive. It was as if they wanted to die. Chan slid onto the bench across from you, deftly flipping open the top of your cigarette pack and lighting one up, blowing smoke into your face and grinning when you blinked slowly at him. You were just too adorable. The streetlight behind you lit your hair up like a halo, and the freckles on your cheeks resembled the stars in the night sky.

“I’m Chris,” Chan purred lowly, his voice smooth like red wine and sex on a summer night, his eyes raking over the woman across from him and his lips working their way into a grin at the way your ears flushed pink. “You’re absolutely gorgeous by the way. You look….” Chris paused for a moment, letting his eyes roam suggestively over your form. “Angelic.” You blush all the way down to your chest, your pretty freckled cheeks turning into strawberries. You fidget nervously with the lid on your pink lighter, the small click of the lid filling the awkward silence while you stare at something devastatingly interesting just behind Chris’s head to stave off the awkwardness. Chris shoots his hand out and clamps it over yours, cutting off the noise and making you let out a yelp of surprise. “Your partner must be pretty lucky to have such a pretty girl like you, don't you think?” Chris says, his voice resuming the deep sultry tone of earlier while his fingers ghost over the delicate skin of your knuckles. Of course Chris knew there was no partner, that you floated through life blissfully unaware of all the looks you received, how many girls and boys alike undressed you with their eyes, all the dirty thoughts that filled the minds of the disgusting older gentlemen. But you didn’t need to be aware of that fun little tidbit of information.

You look up immediately, eyes wide and innocent, and shake your head, your bangs bouncing around your cheeks. “No. No partner.” Chris tilts his head to the side and smirks, his hands circling your small wrists and bringing them to his lips for a gentle kiss. “No? Then maybe, I could interest you in going with me for a drink?” Chris wasn’t one to usually take his meals out for drinks, it tainted the taste of the blood. You had to be different, Chris reasoned. You were too sweet but not quite naive enough to willingly go back to a stranger’s apartment without at least getting to know them a little first.

Chris watches as you seem to lose the ability to form sentences, stammering incoherently and blushing furiously, the tips of your ears bright red. You fumble with the lighter, nearly dropping it when you try to shove it into the leather purse at his side. Chris rises slowly, offering his arm for you to take as he guides you away from the park and towards the city, the monster inside him howling with delight at the prospect of a future meal.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, pet. I know a place.”

After a short stroll through the downtown, Chris slows your pair to a halt in front of an upscale bar, smooth jazz and the scent of expensive perfume leaking from the doorway and offering customers a taste of high society. Chris guides you through the open doorway, cool air blasting them immediately and ruffling your hair, settling it around your ears and making you look more regal than ever. Chris swears under his breath, adjusting himself subtly. It had been a long time since a mortal had given his physical being a reaction. a rather strong reaction at that, with the way his cock gave an interested twitch in his slacks. He pushed those feelings aside for the time being, instead wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to a secluded corner of the bar where he flagged down the bartender and ordered their drinks.

Chris could barely contain his excitement. It had been so long since he got to toy with his meals, especially one as beautiful as the woman sitting next to him who was trying and failing to hide her adoring stare. He couldn’t help but memorize every inch of you, watching the way your pulse fluttered under the pale skin of your throat, the veins that delicately wound up the side of your face like vines, the beautiful pools of blood that rose to the surface of the mortal’s cheeks whenever Chris embarrassed you. Chris’s very soul was clawing at him, urging him to take you apart piece by piece right in the bar, to rip open the gorgeous skin of your throat and drink the blood that poured from the wound. but still Chris sat patiently, watching the angel on earth ramble on about nothing while you sipped your cocktail and cast flirty, half-lidded glances at the man.

It wasn’t long before the glasses had been drained and all conversations had been had, the night seemingly coming to an end with you cuddled up to Chris, your back against his chest. Chris murmured in your ear, gesturing to the door and winding his hand with yours, tugging you back outside and into the street. The temperature had dropped, leaving the tip of your nose red with the cold. Chris found it adorable. Your pair walked leisurely, Chris's coat draped around your shoulders to protect you from the cold.

Chris came to a sudden stop in the middle of the street, gripping your arm tight and using it as leverage to turn you around, tugging you to his chest and causing you to gasp. “Come home with me tonight.” Chris purred lowly, his voice wrapping your brain like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day. You look up and nod, your gaze so full of trust that Chris had to choke back a laugh as he took you by the arm and slowly led you away towards his apartment building. You were sunshine incarnate, talking and laughing with Chris as if you had known him all his life. Chris felt- different. It felt like you had taken a hold of his heart and was dousing it in all the very things that Chris despised. Gentleness. Love. Happiness. He pushed the thoughts away and pulled you closer, cold fingers pushing up your shirt and brushing the bare skin of your torso, grinning as you jumped away, letting out a whine. Oh, how Chris desperately wanted to see what other pretty noises he could coax from your angelic throat. He herded you into the elevator, sliding his penthouse key into the slot as the doors slid closed before turning back to you who were now shaking, your nose bright pink from the cold. Chris moved closer, crowding your space and forcing you back against the wall, the slight dousing of freckles that covered your face on full display against the redness of your cheeks.

Chris ghosts a breath over your ear, large hands coming up to brush across your small hips and pull you flush against Chris’s thighs. A low needy noise escapes your throat, voice breathy and wrecked as you clung to Chris. “You know,” Chris started lowly, his lips brushing your ear, “I’ve been thinking about what pretty sounds you would make all night.” Delicate fingers brush along your waist, moving up along your sides to push up the fabric of your blouse up and over your chest, the vampire’s thumbs tracing gentle circles over your nipples. You immediately cry out, your back arching off the elevator wall and hands twisting in Chris’s shirt, pretty whines and moans spilling from your lips as you writhe under Chris’s skilled hands. Chris smirks and leans in, attaching his lips to your neck and fighting the urge to drink from you right there in the elevator as he sucks hickeys into your skin, deep purple and red blooming instantly across the pale porcelain.

The elevator opens to the penthouse with a quiet ding, and Chris lifts you, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you into the bedroom, dropping you unceremoniously on the bed. You look up at him, cheeks flushed as you lay sprawled on the bed, chest heaving and your hair flared out around your head like a halo. Chris pauses over you, tugging his tie loose and discarding it in the room. He ghosted his lips over the shell of your ear, nibbling at your lobe and smirking when you twitch, a surprised squeal escaping your lips. “Tell me you want this.” Chris pulled back, his hand on your chin. “Tell me you want it or I stop.” Chris may be a vampire, but he wasn’t an asshole. He wanted to hear how much his food wanted to be played with.

You look up and reach for him, your nails digging into the vampire’s shoulders and you pull him down to your level, kissing and licking across his neck while desperate pleas tumble from your lips. “please, please fuck me- Chris-” His name had barely crossed your lips before Chris was on you, yanking your hips down against his own while he shed his button-up, tossing it aside and leaning down to claim your mouth hungrily. You squeak, your voice raising in pitch with your growing desperation, clawing at the vamp’s back when Chris bites down gently on your lip. Chris pulled back, watching as small pinpricks of blood welled on the surface of your lip, leaning in to lick them clean and moaning from the taste as his hands ghosts up over your thighs, pulling them apart. Chris looked up, watching carefully as he slipped off your skirt and panties , whistling lowly at the damp spot on the cotton of your underwear. He leans in, spitting on your entrance and grinning wickedly when you keen loud, your hole fluttering around nothing. “Aw, yeah, does my little angel need something inside her?” Chris cooed, fingers rubbing gently at your clit while he gently presses two against your entrance. You nod, your hair sweaty and sticking to your forehead already despite barely being touched. Your knuckles were pale against the dark sheets of Chris’s bed from your tight grip, and your head thrown back against the pillows, tears smearing mascara under your eyes. You were quivering, already fucked out and you’d barely been touched yet. Chris smirked, his lips twitching as he finally pushed a finger into you, watching your face contort in pleasure at finally having something wedged deep inside you. Chris was throbbing in his slacks, desperate to finally slam home and feel you squeeze him tight, but still he worked you open slowly, his finger curling just right and pressing against where you were the most sensitive. You cry out and arch, your nails digging into the sheets and your thighs shaking as Chris rubbed your G-spot over and over, stretching you open just enough to slip a second finger in. Chris’s beast was screaming, salivating at the thrum of life flowing beneath the pale porcelain skin that made the thin skin of your throat jump with your pulse. He couldn’t eat you yet, not while his dinner looked so wrecked and gorgeous in front of him, waiting to be ruined even further with your pathetic gaze set on Chris, mascara running down your cheeks and your hair a mess.

“P-please-“ you hiccup, reaching for the brunette between your thighs. “Need you now-“ Chris held up a hand to silence you and he smiled, canines reflecting in the dim lighting and making you whimper as he leaned in and licked a flat stripe up your pussy, circling your clit slowly with his tongue and dragging it down to press the tip inside you. Your hands fly to Chris’s hair as he eats you out, your nails digging painfully into the older’s scalp and tugging him closer to your hole. A deep groan spilled past Chris’s lips, vibrating through you and making you squirm, gasping for release as Chris thrust his tongue into you over and over, stroking your walls and coaxing you closer to climax by the second. It had been long, much too long since Chris’s body had any kind physical release, and the mere act of holding his meal down and hearing you scream out in pleasure was enough to have his balls drawing up tight. But he couldn’t come yet, not while the angel under his hands was still empty and wanting.

You squeak, giving no warning as you abruptly spill your release all over Chris’s hand and your thighs, your release dripping slowly while you hid your face in your hands, embarrassed. Chris slowly withdrew his tongue, smirking at your embarrassment and reaching up to gently tug his hands away. “Don’t be embarrassed baby~” Chris purred, brushing his fingers lower across the gentle fluttering of your pulse point, leaning in to kiss it gently. gentle teeth graze across your skin, drawing more moans from your throat, the soft clink of Chris’s belt coming undone filling the air, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. Chris spreads you open, whistling lowly as he rubs himself against you, his head thrown back as pleasure crawls up his spine and floods his mind, hips rutting faster of their own accord. You whimper under him, arching into the mattress and wiggling your hips, begging for more. Chris pulls back, looking down at you for a moment before lining himself up, slowly pushing into you who lay boneless on the mattress, your fingers flexing in the sheets as he stretches you open. Your mouth drops open, no sound coming out as you let Chris slide into you, burying you head into the mattress and moaning wantonly at how full you feel of the man above you. Chris laughed lowly, bending over you and dragging his lips wetly across your neck, tongue darting out to lap at your pulse. He dragged his hand up your chest to wrap around your throat, not choking but holding you steady, watching the way your eyes rolled back into your skull when he began to piston his hips, pushing all the way in slowly before pulling out, slamming home in a single thrust. You cry out, your body being pushed up the bed as you scrambled for anything you could cling to. Chris pinned your arms to the bed, his thrusts slow and deep, punching the air from your lungs every time he pushed deeper into you. He buries his face into your neck, closing his lips around the delicate skin of your throat and letting his fangs sink in deep, your piercing scream of pain falling on deaf ears as Chris drinks from you, his hands leaving finger-shaped bruises along your arms and waist. You convulse under him and shove at him weakly with your knee, but the more blood that the vampire consumed, the less you struggled until your vision was swimming around the edges and the world seemed drained of color. With one final effort you free one hand and yank at his hair, but Chris just laughs darkly and sinks his teeth in deeper. You feel his tongue on your neck as you slip into unconsciousness, and a hand closes gently around your throat.

“You’re never getting rid of me now sweetheart.”

You come to swaddled in blankets, still in the bed where Chris had laid you. Your neck throbs with each pulse of your heart, and you wince, clamping a hand over it to feel two small raised marks in the flesh. The bed’s been remade, fresh sheets and pillows replacing the ones from earlier and lit candles are dotted about the room. You grab a blanket and drape it around yourself, slipping out of bed and padding out into the living room where you spot the man from earlier cooking, the black satin sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up past his elbows. He turns at your arrival and gives you a once over, and seemingly satisfied, turns back to the stove.

"You're awake.”

His voice was low and smooth, somehow even richer than before, and you blink in surprise before stepping closer and pulling the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you kill me? You could’ve, but you didn’t.”

You remember the feeling of being split open and drank from, the feeling of your veins being sucked dry like a raisin. You felt like you should definitely be dead. Chris turned to look at you, his eyes darkening and his lips curling into a smirk. He hums and abandons the stove in favor of pulling you close and wrapping a hand around your waist, tilting your chin to force you to look at him.

"Because, doll,” he purred, leaning in close to murmur in your ear, “in all my years trapped on this godforsaken earth, I’ve never met someone who entrances me quite like you do. Or tastes the way you do for that matter. In both regards.”

He pulls back to grin devilishly, and nips at your ear. You look up at him in shock, but find yourself leaning into his touch, the weight of his large palm on your waist somewhat comforting in the midst of your whirlwind of emotions. You stay quiet for a moment, processing his words, before looking back up at him.

“And what if I didn’t want that?”

Chris hums, reaching down to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, fingers trailing down your jaw to cup your face.

“But that’s not true, is it. You’re thrilled about this, aren’t you sweetheart.”

You blush down to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself, pulling the blanket closer with it. It was true you’d been waiting for the right person to enter your life, having gone through a series of partners but never feeling that rush you had been looking for. Chris certainly thrilled you, and you were interested to see what happened. So instead you just nod, sitting yourself at the counter and letting the vamp set a plate of food down in front you. He circles the counter and wraps himself around you, nipping at your neck hard enough that little drops of blood welled at the surface, his hand sliding down to intertwine with yours.

“You’re mine sweetheart. You’re never leaving me."

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