˙⋆✮ CW: explicit language, explicit sexual content, graphic sex, dirty talk, blood, mention of period blood, jealousy, claiming, begging, sub reader, dom!Minho, vampire!Minho, oral sex (f receiving), use of strength, degradation/humiliation, begging, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mention of masochism, submissive female, age difference (Minho is like 324 years old).
MDNI!!!
Summary: As happens every year around Halloween, you and your friends enjoy visiting old abandoned places. This year, one of your best friends found an old uninhabited castle just outside the city. Rumor has it that the ghost of the last prince who lived there still wanders the castle. You aren't the type to believe in such tales, but as night falls over the castle, you can't help but feel a presence that is anything but dead... perhaps.
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«C’mon, what are you waiting for?» Zack’s voice reaches me as I stand just outside the big wooden door of this enormous castle. I don’t really fear places like this one, but I have a weird feeling in my gut, like I shouldn’t be here.
«Guys, are you sure we can get in? I mean, it could be private property or something.»
Three pairs of eyes stare at me like a second head grew out my neck.
«Bullshit. Are you scared, y/n?» Lindsay chuckles, quite amused.
«I’m not, you idiots. Just a feeling, I guess.»
«Yeah, you are your premonitions. Don’t ruin the party.» Blare chimes in.
«Tell me about it when someone will sue us cause we got inside without permission.»
Zack takes some steps, enough to grab my hand and drag me inside the old building.
«No one can sue us, y/n. The last person who lived here died 300 years ago. There’s no one in here, just a godforsaken castle and it’s waiting for us to take a look.»
As soon as we step in, a cold breeze hits my skin like a punch. Something is definitely off about this place.
Each one of us holds a flashlight, the dim light barely helps us see where we’re going. The hall is pretty big, enormous to be honest. I notice different flights of stairs, on each side. Lindsay is the first who speaks.
«This fucking place is huge.» Her voice resonates through the room and, once again, I feel like we’re crossing a line, a dangerous one. This time I keep my concern to myself. We did this many times before, I never felt like I was doing something wrong. But, right now, I’d run away from this castle and never get near it again.
«Shall we go upstairs? I bet this place has at least 20 different bedrooms.» Blare moves the flashlight toward the stairs and everyone follows her. I stand still. My legs ain’t really working and suddenly the cold breeze hits me once again, covering my body with chills.
«Guys, I’m telling you we shouldn’t-» I stop mid-sentence, when I notice they’re gone.
«No fucking way they left me behind.» I mutter to myself, as I keep looking around. Should I look for them? A subtle voice in my mind tells me I just need to walk away, but I can’t really leave them here, can I?
I take some steps towards the hallway, I don’t feel like going upstairs, I wanna stay close to the door, just in case.
The air hangs thick and cold, carrying the damp, earthy scent of decay. Every breath feels heavy, as if the castle itself is sighing around me. My flashlight beam cuts a hesitant path through the oppressive gloom, revealing more shadow than substance in these endless hallways. Dust motes dance in the harsh light, ancient sentinels disturbed from their centuries-long slumber. The stone walls are rough and unyielding beneath my fingertips, streaked with what I hope is just grime, but the patterns sometimes twist into unsettling shapes in the periphery of my vision.
Above, the ceiling is a distant, unseen presence, hinting at vaulted grandeur lost to time and encroaching darkness. Broken archways loom like gaping mouths, leading to further forgotten chambers. The floorboards beneath my boots groan with each step, a symphony of creaks and whispers that seem to echo from deep within the castle's very foundations, making me jump at every sound. There are glimpses of faded tapestries, or what used to be tapestries, now just tattered shrouds clinging desperately to the stone, their intricate stories consumed by mold and time. Empty alcoves stare out like hollow eyes, perhaps once holding statues or suits of armor, now only home to deeper pools of shadow. It feels like the castle is watching me, its cold, forgotten spirit stirring with my intrusion. Every shadow seems to hold a secret, every echo a voice from the past.
I walked too much, I should go back to the main hall, I should call my stupid friends and tell them we need to go right now. I slip my hand inside of my leather jacket pocket to grab my phone. I scroll enough to reach Zack’s number, but when I try to call, I notice there’s no signal. Fuck. My. Life.
I could wait for them outside the castle. Yeah. That’s the best option.
I turn on my heels, determined to reach the front door, but after a few steps, the breeze hits me again. This time is almost physical, and the push is strong enough to get me stumbling on my feet. I try to steady myself with the help of the nearest wall as I feel my breath catch in my throat.
What the fuck is going on?
Maybe I’m afraid, maybe I’m just going nuts, but right now the only smart thing I can think about is to speak with whatever is in there. Cause I bet my ass I’m not alone here.
«Hello. I’m sorry to bother, I told my friends we shouldn’t have come inside, but, you know, they’re just curious and adventurous. They don’t wanna ruin the place or anything like that. Neither do I. I actually want to leave. Okay?»
I’m definitely out of my mind.
A few seconds pass, but they feel like eternity. What did I expect? I’m just struck by the castle, the situation itself.
When I’m about to keep walking, I hear a male voice. Soft, yet sharp. It doesn’t belong to either Zack or Blaire. I’m positive it is someone around his 30s tho, not older, the voice is really too soft to be on old man.
«It’s not very polite to walk in someone’s house without permission, do you concur with me?»
«Yeah, I do. I’m deeply sorry, mortified actually.»
Maybe Zack lied to me just to convince me it was okay to get in. Maybe this place belongs to someone.
«Your so-called friends left you behind. They got to my chambers and when they heard a crack from the window, they just ran downstairs, straight to the door.»
I can’t believe it. They would never.
«Maybe they’re looking for me- they couldn’t possibly-»
I feel my eyes getting teary; not from sadness, but frustration. I’m always the one who gets to know things last in the group. I’m the one they don’t call when they organise cinema dates, or picnics or whatever. But I can’t believe they ran away, leaving me in a place like this, without a car ride to go back home.
«I see. Once again, I’m sorry for what we did. I’ll totally understand if you’re going to press charges.»
«Press… charges?» His voice feels like those words are foreign to him.
«Yeah, sue us for trespassing. I’ll understand. My friends told me no one has lived here for many years and I believed them. I would’ve never come here if I knew someone lives here.»
Silence lingers in the air, suddenly I realise I’m not scared, not anymore. I lower the flashlight, defeated.
«They didn’t lie. No one lives here, not anymore.»
«But still, you’re the owner, right?»
«You can say that, but I feel more like a prisoner if I have to be honest.»
My stomach twists. Here we go again, the weird feeling comes back quickly.
«I’m not mad you’re here, miss, it’s been so long since I got the chance to talk to someone.»
The rational side of me tells me I should run as fast as possible, but the other suggests me to keep talking, to find out more.
«My condition is … we can say unique, quite particular. People wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t accept my nature.»
«This is the part where you confess you’re a serial killer before you kill me?» Of course, sarcasm is the only power I have when I don’t know what to do.
«I won’t hurt you, miss. You’re talking to me, it’s a precious gift, after years of silence and loneliness.»
I stand speechless. Why does he talk like that? Who is he?
«Why don’t you show yourself? It’s easy to talk face to face.»
«You’d run away. I’m savouring this small conversation for now, it’s… refreshing.»
«As I told you, my condition is particular.»
«I’m not that easy to scare.»
«Seemed quite the opposite a few moments ago.»
«Don’t get me wrong, the castle is pretty suggestive, and I kept feeling a weird feeling rising in my guts. But now that I know someone is here, I feel better.» I’m not lying, maybe I’m crazy, but it’s true.
«Cause you haven't seen me yet.»
«If it’s something about your appearance, I don’t really care. I don’t judge people from the way they look.»
«What if I tell you that I’m a monster? Someone who people, family, used to call an abomination?»
«People can be cruel. You can’t be this bad. You seem very polite and it’s hard to believe that someone who speaks like that is a monster.»
«I don’t know if you would say the same after seeing me.»
«Try me. I mean, I can’t be entirely sane if I showed up in a place like this just to have a fun evening, right?»
Silence returns to hover in the immense corridor, and for a moment, I’m almost convinced that he doesn’t really want to show himself. I’m about to give up, but suddenly, I notice the candelabras attached to the walls light up, illuminating the hallway. When I lower my eyes again, a figure is walking toward me, with an incredibly elegant stride. He’s not very tall, but his physique is well-defined, perfectly wrapped in white robes. The cold breeze brushes against my skin again as soon as he is close enough for me to see his face. His hair, also white, falls gracefully over his face with features that are regal yet gentle, his diaphanous skin appears perfect. My breath catches. Probably, we don’t know the same meaning of the word “monster”, because the person in front of me looks like a real prince with such captivating beauty.
Zack said the last person who lived in this castle died 300 years ago.
The legends circulating on the internet and among the city’s elders, speak of the ghost of the last prince belonging to the Lee family, a noble Korean dynasty. Some members chose to move here following a family disagreement.
Now that this boy is just a few steps away from me, however, he doesn’t look like a ghost at all.
«I don’t understand, you’re a perfectly normal guy. Why were you afraid to show yourself?»
He smiles bitterly, and his big brown eyes seem to hide, not quite well, a lot of melancholy.
«The sooner I show you, the better. Just know that you can leave; I won’t keep you here against your will. As I said, I don’t want to hurt you, miss.»
Perhaps a second passes, perhaps two, I couldn’t say. His amber eyes turn the color of gold, and his canines lengthen by several centimeters, scratching his lower lip.
He is not a ghost at all.
Maybe he’s a vampire. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point.
Perhaps a normal person would take off running, but I’m not afraid. I mean, if he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already, right?
«Damn, you are, you are—»
«You can say it, I’m a monster.»
«No, I was about to say, damn, you’re drop-dead gorgeous.»
«What? What does that mean?»
«I find you incredibly beautiful. I don’t know if I’m crazy, or rather, probably I am... but I really can’t find anything horrifying about you.»
His appearance returns to its initial state, and his brown eyes look at me with a new light. Hope.
«Do you really mean that? No one—not that I’ve spoken to many people in the last 300 years, but—no one has ever referred to me that way since I became like this.» «I’m sorry, I gather you have suffered a lot. You know, vampires are fascinating creatures nowadays; people write books about them, make movies even. Vampires work differently in each one of these fictional worlds. I don’t know if they truly reflect reality, considering that until a few seconds ago, they didn’t exist for me.»
«I know what they say, that vampires kill humans to feed on them, but it’s not exactly like that. Not for me, at least.»
«Would you like to tell me how it works? I’d love to know more.»
«You really don’t want to leave?»
«I don’t.. It would be rude to abandon such a pleasant conversation, don’t you think?» «You are different, miss. What is your name?»
«Y/n. And what is your name, prince?»
Since that night, I’ve come back to the castle every single day. My friends aren’t my friends anymore, after what they’ve done, I shut them off. I never mentioned my encounter with Minho, they wouldn’t understand.
I don’t really care about his nature, I’m sorry he had to be alone all the time, cause he surely doesn’t deserve it.
He told me how the whole vampire thing works and I was both stunned and sorry for him.
When he was 14 his family found out he had a terminal illness, so they tried their best to make him survive cause he was the only heir. When doctors told them he was going to die, they denied the truth and started looking for an alternative solution.Years passed by, they almost lost hope. They’ve been told about an old witch who could’ve helped him and they made her come to their castle. She made an ancient ritual, some sort of a black magic one. It did work, but after that Minho wasn’t the same. He wasn’t either dead or alive. He was in a kind of limbo, he needed blood to survive and his skin became hypersensitive to sunlight. He couldn’t control his blood thirst at first, so he ended up hurting his own family. After a few weeks, they left him alone in the castle and he never saw them again.
He eventually learned how to haunt animals and after years of loneliness he didn’t feel the urge to hurt humans anymore. He just wanted someone to talk with, he wanted to feel human again.
I can’t deny him that mere act of kindness. He’s amazing, smart, and gentle. I knew I was falling for him when he greeted me with a hug when he understood I would be back every single day to spend time with him.
«Minho! I’m here, I brought my laptop so we can watch some movies!»
A few seconds later, I see his figure approaching, but this time, he doesn’t come any closer.
«What? Why?» Did I do something to piss him?
«I’m not going anywhere, not until you tell me why you don’t want me here.» Now I’m the one who’s pissed.
His eyes are glowing more than ever, pure honey dripping from his eyes.
«You’re bleeding. I can smell it. I’m usually able to control my hunger, but the smell on you is too strong. I don’t wanna harm you. Please, go away.»
«But I’m not wounded I-» Oh, shit. I’m not hurt, and I was too stupid to think about it. I’m on my period, and of course he can smell it. I’m probably torturing him just by standing here.
«I’m sorry- I didn’t think about it, I didn’t imagine it could affect you.»
«You don’t have to be sorry, for god’s sake. I’m the one who’s a monster.»
«You’re not. You’re just different.»
I'm about to listen to him, when a perverse thought creeps into my mind.
«What if I wanted to stay?»
«I’m serious. You wouldn't be taking anything from me that I wouldn't naturally expel anyway.»
«Do you realize what’s coming out of your mouth?»
«I know, it’s crazy. But it's you, and I trust you.»
«You shouldn’t.» He falls silent, his golden eyes locking onto mine as if trying to read my soul. The air thickens, charged with something deeper than hunger. I know this will be the beginning of the end for me, but I don’t care. I wanna know what it feels like, to be under his control, under his body.
«You’re not just offering blood.» He murmurs. «You’re offering intimacy, a forbidden connection. If I give in I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.»
He reaches me in less than a second, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. My body starts to tingle just being this close to him.
He leans in close, lips nearly brushing mine.
«I held back so long, and then you came here that night and you made me question everything again. If I taste you… I won’t let you go. You’ll be mine. Not for a night, but forever.»
«I wanna be yours. I yearned for you since the beginning, since the first time you showed yourself. I don’t care about the consequences. I’d accept living here if that means I can have you.»
«You’re out of your mind, y/n.»
«Are you sure? Last chance to back out.»
«I’m sure. Let me be yours.»
His hand cups my chin, tilting it back to expose the soft, pulsing skin of my throat. He studies it for a moment as if memorizing it.
«Close your eyes.» He commands. His voice is husky, tinged with desire.
When I obey, I feel him press his body against mine; a cold, strong cage. He leans down, his lips tracing a path from my earlobe to the hollow of my throat. His tongue flicks out, tasting your skin, an intimate, tantalizing touch.
I feel him grabbing my body like I weigh nothing more than a feather, then everything goes blurry and windy.
Next thing I know, I’m laying down in his bed, his body towering over mine.
He draws my flush against him, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, the other tracing a cool path down my chest. The contrast of his cold touch against my warm skin makes me shiver with anticipation.
His lips find that sensitive spot just below my ear, the tip of his fang grazing my earlobe. He can probably feel my pulse quicken, a steady thrum that calls out to his hunger. His hand slides down to cup my backside, pulling me even closer. His whisper is hot against my ear, suddenly, he’s not the polite prince I knew. He’s hungry, needy, commanding.
«You’re so responsive, like you were waiting for this, y/n.»
His hand continues its journey, sliding beneath the hem of my shirt, till he tosses it off. His icy touch travels across my bare skin, making me shiver and I don’t know if it’s due to coldness or pleasure. His lips move from my ear to my neck, leaving a trail of cool, damp kisses along the way. His lips find my bare breasts and I arch against his body, seeking more.
He pushes me into the mattress, his strength doesn’t leave space for me to move or even breathe. His hands move with a new urgency now, seeking skin to feel, touch.
«How badly do you want this, y/n?»
«I need this, so bad. I need you, please, Minho, I need you.»
He smirks, maybe satisfied by my pleading tone. His hand, which had been resting on my breast, suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head to the side, exposing more of my neck.
«You’re begging. How pretty.» He whispers in my ear and I’m not able to hold back a moan.
The hunger in his eyes has grown into a burning inferno, barely restrained by his carefully constructed veneer of cool indifference.
«You’ll have me, miss. But first... I want to hear my name on your lips once more. Beg me, make me feel how much you waited for this, you little perverted woman.»
«Minho, I’m begging you, please. Please touch me, eat me- whatever you want! I’m yours please, please.»
«Tell me exactly what you need.»
He grip my hair tightly, pulling a bit more, enough to get a whimper out of me.
«Tell me. Where. You. Want. Me.»
«Between my legs, please, need you there.»
He smirks again. «Between your thighs uh? Then let me tell you real quick what I’m gonna do.»
He rips my pants and my panties off, so I’m completely bare under him now. He parts, not so gentle, my legs just to make enough room for himself to settle down between them.
«I’m gonna drink from this sweet little pussy till I’m satisfied and then I’m gonna make you cum so many times you won’t be able to think. How does that sound?»
I can’t answer, my breath is gone just like my ability to speak.
«What? Cat got your tongue?» He slaps my thigh enough to make me cry out his name.
«Sounds perfect. Please, whatever you want.»
«So desperate, are you? I like that. Gonna give you so much pleasure.»
His words are enough to send another shudder down my spine. He can feel how much I want this, how my body reacts to his touch. He draws back slightly, his hands roaming freely all over my hips and thighs.
His nose presses into my lower tummy, inhaling my scent deeply. His breath is ragged now, desire and hunger warring within him. A low growl rumbles in his chest, like an animal on the brink of snapping. He speaks again, his voice barely recognizable as his own. Rough. Primitive.
«You smell so good. So sweet. I won’t hold back, y/n. I can’t. Not with you, not after how willing you kept coming to me.»
He traces my wet folds with his fingers, drawing a moan out of me.
His voice is low and husky, a primal edge to it that makes me shiver. He’s so close now, his touch electric against your warm skin. His breath comes in shallow pants, betraying just how much control he’s exerting to keep himself from ravishing you right this very second. He looks at me from below, the hunger in his eyes undeniable, the need for my blood and my body almost feverish.
«Tell me, y/n... say you want me.»
His grip tightens on my thighs, I’m sure he’s gonna leave bruises but I couldn’t care less. His fangs scrape against the skin of my hip more roughly now, seeking what they so desperately need.
«I want you, Minho. More than anything, please.»
He grabs my ass and lifts me enough to sink his face between my thighs without too much effort.
I let out a scream as soon as his tongue traces my fold in one, slow lick.
A guttural moan rumbles against your core as he tastes me like a starved man. His fangs graze my flesh enough to tease pain into pleasure. One hand remains clamped on my ass, holding me in place while the other finds its way up to pinch a nipple, making me moan again.
«You taste... divine.» He growls between licks, voice muffled by my flesh. «Even better than I imagined.»
He starts moving faster now, tongue circling hard and deep, the rhythm building like a storm. His nose presses against my clit with each upward thrust of his mouth as he drinks avidly from my entrance.
«Minho! Fuck- Ah! Please don’t stop!»
«Oh darling, I’ve barely started.» He lets out a dark, possessive growl that vibrates straight through my core, bringing me close to the edge. He doesn’t stop, when I begin to shake under his touch.
«Say my name.» He demands, pulling back just enough to drag his fangs lightly across my clit, sharp enough to sting, sweet enough to make me sob.
«Say my name when I make you come.» And without waiting, he plunges two fingers inside me while his tongue works relentless circles, rough, deep, claiming every inch like he owns it.
«You’re dripping… trembling… all for me.» His voice is raw with hunger, not just for blood now, but for my reactions. «Come for me, y/n. Let me drink both your blood and juices till you have no more left.»
My whole body tenses up and before I can even realise it, I’m cumming all over his tongue.
«So sweet… gonna drink it all, gonna make you feel good all over again.» He pulls back only for a moment, enough to let me see his chin covered in blood and sticky wetness.
«Go ahead, I- I can take it.»
«You have no idea what you’ve gotten into.» A dark, feral growl rumbles from his chest and I moan just by the sight.
He doesn’t hesitate; he crashes back between my thighs, mouth sealing over you with a desperate hunger that borders on worship.
His tongue works me deep and hard, lapping at the mix of blood and arousal like it’s his last meal. His fangs drag gently, just enough to tease, sending electric jolts through my overstimulated core.
«Mmm… yes…» He moans against me and my legs shake violently. «Come again for me… let me taste every drop.»
He’s possessive, relentless, I waken a vampire who’s feasting on more than just blood now. He’s consuming my soul with every flick of his tongue, claiming every gasp as his own.
«Yeah, I can feel this sweet pussy clench like a vice. Cum for me, y/n, let me feel it.»
His commanding tone is enough to make me reach the climax again, like I’ve never experienced it before.
He swallows my release with an almost violent greed, as if he can’t get enough. His body trembles against mine, a shudder that runs through his whole frame. When he finally pulls away, he’s not yet satiated. If anything, he looks hungrier, almost delirious with need.
He stands on his knees, towering over me like a predator sizing up his prey. His eyes are dark—almost wild. His voice is a low rasp when he finally speaks.
He undresses himself quickly, ripping off his robes, showing me his pale, toned body. I feel myself drool just looking at his muscle tone.
His whole body pinning me against the bed just a moment later, his lean body pressing against mine, making me feel his hard, thick cock pressing against my thigh. I can feel his cold skin against mine, the hard planes of muscle tense with barely contained violence. He’s breathing hard, as if trying to steady his hunger. Even after drinking my blood, he seems far from sated. He’s ravenous, like he’d devour me whole if he could. His gaze locks onto my neck, then my lips, and then my eyes again.
«I need you. All of you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, your blood will flow even faster out that pretty hole and then I’m gonna drink again. And again.»
«Take me, please, just take it all.»
«Poor thing, so desperate for me. You want me? Want my cock to rip you open, uh?»
«Right, say my fucking name like you mean it.»
He leans down, his face only inches from mine, his voice a rough, raw whisper that sends chills racing across my skin. His lips almost brush mine as he speaks, his breath still rough with need.
«Tell me you need me. Tell me you ache for me and only me. Tell me you’ll give everything to me. That you’re going to stay here with me forever and I’ll give you more than you can imagine.»
«Yes, Yes. I’ll stay, I promise, but please, fuck me, I need you. I need you Minho.»
«Then I’m going to make you come apart on my cock.» He growls, voice rough and dark. «Again and again, until you’re sobbing my name, until your thighs are shaking too hard to hold me.»
He rolls his hips against me, pressing harder this time; thick length grinding against my soaked core. The friction makes me whimper, and he growls in response.
«You’ll be screaming my name so loud they can hear you even if we’re far away from everyone. No one else will ever dare touch what’s mine.»
Then, he finally drives into me with raw, desperate force, in one deep, claiming thrust after another, no longer holding back anything. The bed bucks beneath me as he fucks me like a he’s possessed by a supernatural force.
Like a beast who will die before letting go.
The pleasure is all-consuming. It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before; this raw, possessive claiming that feels like being lit from the inside. I’m burning, and I’ve never been so glad to burn for someone.
He’s watching you like a man enchanted, like he never saw a woman that way. And maybe he didn’t, I never asked, I don’t care as long as he keeps doing it like that. As long as I’m the only one who gets to see him like that. The fire in his eyes isn’t just lust… it’s pure hunger.
I arch against him, wrapping both my arms and legs around his body.
«Minho- Minho please. Feels so good.»
«You too, y/n. Clenching so hard around me you’re sucking my cock all inside you, like you wanna keep it there.»
«Such a needy pussy you have, mh? Only for me to fuck it, for me to drink it.»
His hand slips between our bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that makes me cry out with pleasure.
«So close- too sensitive but so close!»
«That’s it.» He growls, voice thick with desire. «You’re so close, aren’t you? So wet for me, so tight around my cock… mine, all fucking mine.»
His thumb circles faster, enough to make me scream, while his hips keep driving into me, deep and relentless.
«Feel me?» He demands, leaning down to bite my shoulder gently. «This cock is yours. This body is yours. I’m all yours.» He growls again. «Now let go. Cum all over my cock while I claim your soul.»
I can’t help but obey, my body tensing for the third time as I reach the climax.
My body goes numb as I melt against the mattress. I can’t even look at him, my eyelids are heavy.
«You have to stay with me, y/n. I’m not done yet.»
«No- Minho, please, I can’t. Too much.»
«You asked for it, now you’re going to take it.»
He crawls down between my legs again and without a warning he gets back to my folds, lapping mercilessly.
I try to push him away from his shoulders, but he’s too strong. He keeps pushing his tongue inside my entrance to suck all the blood and the juices that are coming out, as his nose brushes against my overstimulated clit.
«Please, Minho, I can’t- it’s too much.» Tears are streaming down my face but he doesn’t seem to care.
He keeps sucking, licking and growling against my puffy lips till my hips begin to buckle up against his face, out of my control.
«See? You can take another one. Cum all over my face, y/n. Give it to me.»
And I can’t deny him. Even if I’m completely spent, I cum again, my body jerking on the bed.
He licks me clean but before I can say anything, my sight goes black.
When I wake up, I’m still in the bed, but my body is clean and covered with a soft blanket. I lift my eyes enough to see that I’m cuddled against his chest.
«Hey, you’re awake. How are you feeling?»
«I’m sorry. I really did a number on you, didn’t I?»
«It’s fine… For a moment I thought it was just a dream.»
«So… you think you’re really going to stay?»
He looks at me, this time, I can see my prince back. His sweet and tender eyes are nothing but warm.
«I want you to stay… even if it’s selfish. Even though I’m sorry… I should’ve controlled myself earlier.»
«Don’t be sorry. You just made one thing wrong.»
«I wanted to do it while I was lucid enough to tell you something before I claimed these beautiful lips.»
«I’ve been waiting for my not so alive heart to beat like this for centuries. Now… I truly understand what being alive really means.»
«Yes. Now, that you’re in my arms and I know I’d do anything to keep you here… I know that being alive is to be able to love. Thank you, y/n, you really bring me back to life.»
And before I even begin to understand the deep meaning behind his words, his lips are sweetly kissing mine, and I can swear it’s not only my heart beating now, but his too.
Hello! This is my first os, pls be nice! Also english it's not my first language but I hope I did well enough. I'm gonna post more soon! Enjoy <3
