unholy touches.
dilf!Hongjoong x vampire!Reader
DATE OF RELEASE: 9th January, 2026
WORD COUNT: 4.1 K
RATING: 18+
TAGS: smut, vampire!AU, vampire!Reader, dilf!Hongjoong, fem!Reader
SMUT TAGS: dom!Hongjoong, sub!Reader, sadistic!Hongjoong, slightly bratty!Reader, oral (m. receiving), manhandling, heavy verbal degradation, slight blood play, rough PIV sex, making out
WARNINGS: age gap (Reader is technically older, but her eternal age is considerably below Hongjoong’s), minor injury
SUMMARY: You go to him when you're hungry for his blood. He satiates you in more way than one.
A/N: @lillys-bakery HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE
You stood in front of the mirror and stared at your reflection for one last time.
Looking well put-together was something you thought you had mastered over the past hundred years. Yet, tonight, you were hyperaware of the slightly uneven line of your lipstick, of how your eyelashes didn’t curl in a perfect symmetry, of the fact your hair already lost a bit of their volume. These were the smallest details that you learned to pick up on, and that nobody else would be aware of. They bothered you. You knew that, in the end, they didn’t matter. But you spent a few extra minutes trying to put yourself in a better shape, although the way you worked around these last rough edges was more out of nervousness about what was awaiting you tonight.
He always made you nervous. Not in a way that would make you want to resign – never, you were drawn to him like a moth to fire, not just to the scent of his blood, but to him as a whole. His personality. His aura.
To the way that being alone in the room with you, an immortal being, Kim Hongjoong seemed to be the ethereal one.
You swayed nervously as you waited in front of his apartment’s door. Last moments of peace. If only your heart was still beating, it would try to leap out of your chest. But you were nervous nonetheless, so much that you ran your hands up and down your arms to try and soothe yourself.
Although you spent the last few hours getting ready, you didn’t feel prepared for the moment the door clicked and swung open, Hongjoong’ eyes falling on you and a charming smile stretching across his face.
“I’m glad you made it.”
You did your best to return the smile.
“Come in. I’m finishing a drink but I will be all yours shortly.”
The large apartment was filled with shiny, black surfaces, white marble and golden accents that brought everything together. Not many personal items were on display in the large living room connected to the kitchenette, but it was very much a show-off with how clean, shiny and luxurious it looked. However, after having been here more times than you could count, you knew that other rooms were in no way worse.
There was a glass of water on the kitchenette counter that Hongjoong reached out to while you took off your coat and hung it by the entry. You watched as his throat bobbed with every sip, and smiled at the memory of teaching him to stay well hydrated before and after your encounters – he wasn’t so eager to listen to you at first, but he eventually gave in, making sure you saw him finish at least a full glass before the two of you would even sit together, just so you wouldn’t have to nag him about it.
You made your way to the black velvet couch that stood in the center of the living room, opposite of the large TV that was turned off for the time being.
Hongjoong soon joined you and sat down, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, right behind you, and stretched his neck with a groan. Your own movements were more timid as you sat closer to the edge, folding your hands in your lap. But you didn’t omit the way he tilted his head while stretching, the scent of his body breaking through the musky aroma of his cologne. Inviting. Tempting.
“How has the life been?” he asked casually, reaching to a remote and turning on the TV for some background noise before turning towards you with a smile.
“Same as ever. Nothing much changes when you’re my age” you laughed awkwardly. Hongjoong’s eyes dropped to your lips and you stuttered at the motion. “W-what about you?”
“Just business all around” he shrugged. “A lot of work, as always.”
“I hope you didn’t have too much coffee today” you grumbled. The man laughed at the memory – last time he was overworked, you consumed his blood with such amount of caffeine that your whole body was trembling for the whole next day.
“I didn’t, don’t worry. I had a full night of sleep today.”
“Good, good boy…” The words slipped before you could stop them, because you were fixated on his lower face so much you forgot yourself for a moment. “A-ah…”
Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter and the corner of his lips lifted teasingly.
“Good boy, huh?”
From the way he shifted you could tell that the small talk was over. His hand reached to your face and tilted your lip, taking a long, knowing look at one of the sharp fangs in your mouth, retracted but still there, still present. You inhaled sharply. A shiver ran up your spine.
“Are you really old enough to call me that?” he teased. You were growing hyperaware of the warmth of his body where your knees now touched, and where his other arm was so close behind, almost closing around you. Your breath hitched.
“W-well, am I not…?” you tried saving your grace. Truly, your body was set in stone at much younger than he currently was, and even the real age didn’t prevent you from feeling like you’re the young, vulnerable woman caught in an older man’s embrace.
“You don’t look like it.”
“Looks can be deceiving. You know that. Y-you know how old I actually am.”
“So what?”
His hand traveled lower, wrapping around your throat and staying there. Gentle and unassuming, but carrying the weight that made your head spin.
“Are you even as old as you say? With the way I can imagine you blushing right now, I would say you’re barely a teen” he teased. “A virgin, to that.”
You bristled. He, of all people, should know better.
“I-I’m not-”
“I know you aren’t.” He pushed you down on the couch and crawled on top of you. You let out a whimper. It should be so easy to overpower a human, you thought. To push him back and make him submit to you by force – that’s what your nature was all about. You were predatory species, your entire point of being was to take from a prey like him.
Yet, you laid there, frozen, staring at him with your eyes wide. He must have known he was playing with fire; how could he not?
But he seemed to relish in the flames tickling his skin when he shaped them to his liking. And who were you to deny him that?
All those thoughts died in your mind when something glistened and a small pendant of a necklace slipped out of his satin dress shirt, dangling above your throat. Your eyes widened at the realization.
A cross. A silver cross.
Hongjoong caught your glance. And smirked.
“You told me crosses aren’t a problem.”
“B-but it’s made of silver.” You could almost feel the heat it resonated with.
The man leaned down a little and you held your breath.
“What will happen if it touches you?” he asked.
“It will hurt. Burn… like acid” you replied quietly.
“Is it dangerous?”
“N-no, but…”
He leaned down some more and the edge of the cross grazed your neck, making you let out a pained gasp. The sound of sizzling filled the air and you tried to squirm away, but Hongjoong’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.
“Don’t move, or it’ll happen again.”
Your chest heaved with each rapid breath you took.
“Hurts…”
“Just a little. You can take it.”
You squeezed your eyes closed. He was right. The pain wasn’t strong – it was the implication of it that terrified you more.
Something touched the raw wound on your neck, making you flinch. But the warmth was not the one of silver – it was on Hongjoong’s fingers as they brushed along the burn, watching it close slowly in front of his very eyes. Some of your blood caught on his thumb and he brought it to your face. You slowly blinked your eyes open.
Not a thought crossed your mind before you wrapped your lips around his finger. Your own blood wouldn’t suffice, no. But it wasn’t why doing this felt right. Your fangs ached dully, itching to bury in the flesh in their reach. You didn’t let the urge consume you.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked. You nodded with your eyes hazed. “How much?”
“I’m parched” you mumbled against his hand.
“Too bad.”
He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, making you whimper and try to follow, but his other hand pushed you away as he finally climbed off you, sitting back in his spot, hands resting on his thighs as he waited for you to regain your composure and sit back up.
You calmed down your breath, forcing yourself to sit up and pretend that the whole ordeal didn’t impact you like it did. As nonchalantly as you could muster, you smoothened the fabric of your dress and wiped the sealed skin of your neck, now only soiled with remains of blood, but no longer open.
You glared at him while trying to get your hair in order. Hongjoong’s gentle glance never left you, watching you with genuine curiosity.
“Why did you do that?” you grumbled.
“I was curious” he admitted innocently.
“Well, you satisfied your curiosity, so you can put it away now” you glared at the pendant on his chest instead. It rested against his skin so effortlessly you could almost believe it was harmless.
“Ask me nicely.”
Your hands froze mid-air as you just finished smoothening your hair to your best ability, and you slowly put them down in your lap, swallowing down your pride.
“Could you, please, put away all the silver that is currently within your range?” you drawled carefully. “And, while at it, all the garlic, too.”
Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter at your last words. But he didn’t oppose this time, pulling the silver chain over his head and carelessly throwing it inside the drawer by the couch. You let out a sigh of relief.
“Could we just…?”
“Hm?”
“I told you I’m parched.”
“Hmm.”
He leaned back lazily. Another stretch of his neck – exposing the throat; you had no doubt now that the teasing was all on purpose, riling you up slowly and making your mouth water.
“Earn it.”
He glanced at you. There was no smile on his face now – only business. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“You want to suck my blood” he drawled lazily. “Suck something else first.”
Although physically unable to blush, you were certain your expression said it all. Hongjoong didn’t budge.
And you didn’t expect him to.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Not really. Not by a long shot. It started slow – the way he allowed it to, and the way you were able to take. He stretched his presence into your comfort zone at a respectful pace, going further and further until you, yourself, forgot what your limits initially were. You didn’t imagine going back now. But it still astounded you that you made it this far.
You scooted a bit closer to him on the velvet couch, your fingers brushing his thigh, clad in black slacks that laid on his silhouette in this effortlessly perfect way, as though there was no way anything could ever look bad on him, anyway. Hongjoong leaned back, watching you intently, but not making a move to guide you – not for now, clearly curious as to what approach you would take.
And you knew what approach would feel right.
You weren’t about to leave his apartment in as pristine shape as you entered it, anyway. Might as well make the loss worth it – you thought, leaving the soft couch and sinking to your knees, making your way between Hongjoong’s legs, pushing his thighs apart to sit comfortably.
You looked up at him with a small smile in the corner of your lip.
“You’re quite confident about letting me have you in my mouth” you joked lightly. “What if I bite you down here?” You allowed your hand to move to his crotch, grazing his bulge with your nails. It made him return the smile.
“You wouldn’t.”
“How do you know that?”
“I trained you well, didn’t I?” He leaned forward, fingers grasping your chin, nails digging into your skin a bit more than necessary. “Or should we get back to basics? Should I fuck your face until you forget how to use those pretty little fangs of yours? Or bend you over so they are simply useless when I take that wet, undead cunt?”
Your breath caught in your throat at the crude words.
But there was no denying that you were growing wet from them, and Hongjoong knew how to push your buttons just about right. How to tease you, how to make you feel inferior in the sweetest way, maybe especially because you didn’t get to feel this way during your immortal life all that much.
As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, he let out a short, breathy laughter, before releasing your chin and leaning back, elbows resting on the backrest behind.
“Get to it.”
Your movements were careful at first, hands shaky as you reached towards the zipper, eyes fixated on the work in front of you because if you only glanced up towards Hongjoong himself, there was no way you would be able to focus on the task. You undid his slacks slowly, trying to steady your breath all the while.
You pulled down his boxers, and your mouth salivated. He was already semi-hard and your insides throbbed at the realization that he was impacted by you just as much as you were by him. It was a praise in itself, a recognition that you so desperately needed. Hongjoong’s attention was everything. If only you could please him in one way or another, gods, what else was there to want?
You felt yourself melt underneath him as you took him in your manicured hand, your lips pressing against his shaft with an expression of cult-like devotion. You dared a single look at his face – relaxed, yet fixated on you with intent. His fingers flexed in the air, a single white gold ring catching the light of the crystal chandelier above your heads.
You licked a long strip up his underside, your nails grazing him ever so slightly before you took the tip in your mouth. Your eyes closed, your thoughts slipping away at the familiarity of his shape and taste.
You took your time, slowly accommodating your throat to his thickness, setting an unhurried pace that you knew he could melt into, and when you glanced up once again, his own eyes were closed, silhouette relaxed, head leaning back in a way that exposed his delicious throat.
Your eyes caught a glimpse of a single vein pulsing right beneath his skin, a drop of sweat, tempting, calling you in… And before you realized, your fangs extended, and you rapidly pulled away, eyes widening at the hiss of pain just above you.
You- You nicked him. Your hands covered your mouth in panic. Your eyes shot up to meet his own, now fixated on you with a scowl on his face.
But then your gaze caught the smallest streak of blood running down the side of his length, and your eyes clouded for a second, your body leaning forward before you could even utter a thought.
Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you away before you reached him again. You whined.
“Really?” he scoffed, pushing you off him and onto the floor. You felt terror run through you at the brief thought of rejection.
But then you looked up and you saw his own eyes, flickering with something dangerous, but hungry, unsatiated.
And he was, undeniably, still hard.
Out of the chest pocket of his dress shirt, he pulled out a handkerchief. You watched intently as he brought the cloth to the wound. His blood, mixed with precum and your own saliva, soaked into the white fabric. Your eyes didn’t leave it for a second.
“Come here.”
You didn’t think before obeying.
Grabbing the back of your neck, Hongjoong shoved the dirty fabric in your mouth, and you moaned when the faintest flavor of his blood hit your tongue, although barely there, dissolved, impossible to satiate yourself with.
Without missing a beat, he pushed you onto the couch next to him, onto your hands and knees. You breathed heavily, still dazed, still fixated on nothing but the taste in your mouth. Hongjoong’s hands closed on your hips, fingers digging in as he leaned forward, hovering right above you. He clicked his tongue and a shiver ran down your spine, your back arching as you twisted your neck, trying to reach to him with your mouth. Hongjoong gripped you tighter.
“You’re a dumb slut, you know that, darling?” he seethed. “You didn’t even apologize. Blood-hungry, cock-hungry, either way you just need something in your mouth.” Whatever you tried to say, came out muffled around the fabric of Hongjoong’s handkerchief and turned into a whimper when his hand suddenly came down hard against your ass. “What was that? You can’t speak, you can’t do anything right, what are you, a mutt?”
His fingers moved, feeling you up through the wrinkled fabric of your dress, before closing around the back of your neck and pushing it down. Your elbows bent under the pressure, your cheek pressing into the black velvet of the couch.
“Stay.” The single word, spoken with almost-indifference, made your mind fog, and the position of pure submission, with your face down and arse up, only amplified that sensation. You felt the bottom of your dress being lifted until it no longer kept your lower half hidden, and Hongjoong hesitated only for a moment before pressing his hand against the last barrier – your lacy underwear. Your breath came out uneven when you unwittingly pressed back against him, and this one time he didn’t take it away, his own breaths heavy when you ground yourself against his palm. Your panties were already been soaked through, and he was touching the cold wetness now, so unnatural to what a human body should feel like.
It was less than a minute before he decided you’d had enough and grabbed the lace, pulling it down and off hastily. Not waiting any longer – you didn’t think either of you had any patience left – he lined up at your entrance, and you pushed back against him again. Your loud moan mixed with his barely-contained one.
“Fuck…”
“Joong…” You barely recognized your own voice, muffled through the handkerchief, a pathetic whine, so needy; an utter surrender.
Seemingly unable to hold back any longer, the man buried his length in you, all at once. Your fingers closed around nothing at the painful stretch. Shallow, strained breaths. You would heal in no time, you knew it, Hongjoong knew it, and that seemed to spur him on, pushing as far into you as he could, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly as your body accommodated to his shape once again.
“There you go…” he whispered.
As if already knowing exactly the moment you’re ready, maybe from the way your body started relaxing for just a second it had, he pulled out almost completely and pushed in once again, roughly, and then once again, with even more force, until he set up a fast pace, with intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs.
Your body barely held itself up, only focused on trying to stay afloat during whatever Hongjoong decided to put you through. Your eyes were shut tightly, the tension in you growing rapidly, begging to be released. The sounds of your strained breaths and whimpers around your makeshift gag mixed with the ragged panting somewhere behind you and the noise of skin against skin, all doused in the scent of sex with that faint hue of Hongjoong’s blood that never quite dissipated. Were your fangs out or not, you weren’t even able to tell, not when your mind was hazed with pleasure and submission, with the sweet sensation of being dependent, taken apart and ruined.
And when you felt you would fall apart completely, Hongjoong suddenly pulled out of you; everything pulsed, everything still moved, hungry for more and relentless, when he snatched the handkerchief from your mouth and threw it aside, then sat on the couch and pulled you on top of him, one hand guiding his cock back into you when the other cupped your cheek, suddenly so desperate, suddenly just as needy as you were, filled with craving that only you could satiate. With remains of his pride and control thrown out the window, pulling you in closer as if he could not get enough.
His hold set the pace you did your best to follow, but now, with your eyes meeting from up close, you were barely aware of anything else. Your hands cupped his face, leaning down and making your lips meet in a messy, unsynchronized kiss.
“Bite me” he groaned against your mouth, a command, but with that hue of plea and desperation that made you ride him faster, more fiercely. A moan of your name slipped past Hongjoong’s lips as he tilted his head backwards, baring his throat to you, all sweaty, all inviting, all fucked out.
Your teeth bared on instinct, the hunger no longer possible to contain. You held on for just a moment, savoring the sight. So close now. You leaned in closer. Breathed in.
Your teeth buried in his neck.
The sweet ichor flooded your mouth and you moaned, the overwhelming sensation, melted with Hongjoong’s own pained groan, making you come undone on top of him, your muscles clenching, your teeth sinking deeper. Not even a few seconds later Hongjoong came as well, filling you, with everything he had, both your cunt and your mouth now full of him, full of Hongjoong, full of this luxurious goodness that you could kill for to keep all to yourself. You rode out both of your orgasms, letting the sensation take over. So good. So palatable.
And as the things gradually came to a still, you didn’t stop to take, filling yourself up to the brim.
“Enough, darling. Enough.”
Hongjoong’s hand patted your thigh gently and you reacted instantly, pulling your teeth out carefully. His expression was hazed, as though only half-present, but a small smile ghosted in the corner of his lip, a bit teasing, a bit of that fire he always had. He was slightly pale, and his hair was all tousled, and you didn’t even notice when you disheveled his shirt, now almost completely unbuttoned, showing all the sweat that ran down his chest. You wondered just how much more fucked out you must have looked right now.
You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.
“You’re really something else, Joong.” A smile broke out on his face and you mirrored it with your own. “You make it so easy to forget I’m the invincible one.”
“Not exactly invincible, huh” he smirked, his fingers reaching to brush your throat, where his silver cross had burned you before. You narrowed your eyes at him.
“That wasn’t funny.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be. I told you I was curious. I meant it.” He caressed the skin gently now, rubbing it carefully, although he barely had any strength to hold himself up. “But I’m sorry. I should have asked first.”
You smiled proudly.
“I think I like you like this” you suddenly announced and the man blinked in confusion. “Don’t take me wrong, I liked you before, too. But, you are pretty cute when you lose some of that ego.”
A breathy laughter left him, before his hand dropped back to your waist, holding you just a bit closer for now. He was slowly falling asleep, and maybe, just maybe, you were enjoying that vulnerable version of him too much to keep him up.
“I will clean up and make you some sweet tea” you announced, finally climbing off his lap.
“Mhm…”
Hongjoong’s eyes were already closed, and you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss into his forehead.
Even barely conscious, disheveled and sweaty, with smallest strands of blood running down his neck, to you, Kim Hongjoong still looked ethereal.
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