✮⋆｡°✩ hot spot! - matz x fem reader
⋆ ˚｡𖦹 smut mdni, vampire blood used as an aphrodisiac so slightly dubcon but reader is also very excited so not really but tagging just in case, vampire matz! so everything that comes with vampires like predator/prey dynamics and a LOT OF FUN cliche vampire stuff, some brief backstory about vampires in this universe but not really, threesome, mean dom hongjoong and condescending dom hwa, orgasm control & denial, blood kink, biting kink, unprotected p in v, pull out method, matz kiss once, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, that's all i'm saying now go and enjoy it for urself
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⋆ ˚｡𖦹 a/n SURPRISE! @an-annyeoing-writer i am ur secret admirer <3 this is my instalment for my lovely deej aka @everyonewooeverywhere 's fic exchange event, and a fic i had a bunch of fun with!! i have to also cred @sangis-puppy for discussing this with me as i wrote LOL rev i hope u love it as much as i do i am obsessed with them..
It’s hard to remember why you decided to come here.
If it was a typical night out, it’d be different. Normally, you and your friends are dressed up in your cutest outfits with your cutest cherry lip gloss and headed to one of your regular clubs in the city. There’s a strip of many, lined with any vibe you could ever want; cocktails, hard liquor, anything. The music is decent enough, the drinks aren’t too expensive, and most importantly - it’s safe.
It’s a lot safer than what people typically call hot spots floating around these days, the places where vampires spend their time. Ever since the existence of vampires was confirmed to the general public, there’s been as much fear as there has been fixation, so the typical hanging out spots of vampires are regularly discussed and known. You’ve been warned to stay away from these places - the dark lighting, heavy bassline, threatening as much as alluring type of clubs - because it’s dangerous for humans, although plenty of thrill-seeking humans go there anyway.
You’ve always felt like it’s not such a black and white predator-prey dynamic, but that doesn’t mean you’re not standing outside of the nightclub with a tinge of anxiety in your chest. What if the stories are true? What if a vampire uses some sort of mythical power to lure you away from everything you’ve ever known, to compel you to let them feed on you and rid you of any purity you may still have lingering?
Still, you remind yourself that’s silly and you’re safe - you can spot them from a mile away, but not for what one may assume. They’re not walking around at night in centuries old clothing with pale skin and blood glistening fangs protruding over a swollen, heavy bottom lip - they’re just like humans, really, but they have a specific aura. There’s something about them, whether it be expensive designer clothing styled with the expertise of someone who’s spent thousands of years doing so or radiant skin that doesn’t quite look real; it’s something otherworldly that sets them aside from everyone else.
But more importantly, vampires simply aren’t as bothered with humans as you assumed them to be. A few vampires have strutted past you and your friends tonight as you wait outside in the queue, dressed in dark materials and nails long and sharp, but it seems the availability of blood banks and willing donors after the big announcement has left them pretty docile. They don’t snarl and growl like the legends say - in fact, they seem pretty damn uninterested.
The bouncer on the door even displays little pointy white teeth as she checks your IDs and raises an eyebrow at Jihyo who’s dyed her hair and looks a little different. Still, she shoots you a nod, arms crossing back over her strong chest and lets the three of you inside the club.
Well, it’s exactly what you imagined. Red lights drape the partygoers and inside of the club, and the interior is like a church, with stone pillars and arches overseeing everything. You have to teeter downstairs on unstable platform heels to the actual main part, tugging at the bottom of your dress like it’ll help the way it rides up with your movement.
The bass only gets louder when you enter the room with the dancefloor, crowds of people inhibiting your movements so you’re almost locked in the little space you have. Curiosity strikes you and you want to move through the crowd to walk around, check the other rooms now that you know it can’t be that bad, but your friends drag you off to the bar.
“Don’t tell me the cocktails are vampire-themed,” You quip, and Jihyo elbows you, scoffing.
“Get into the mood, please,” She waves a hand in your face, grin bright and hair swept into a perfect ponytail, “the music is good, the atmosphere is good, the place is packed and it’s only midnight. I told you Sana was onto something about this place!”
Sana chirps up from your other side, already leaning onto the bar, “I’ve come here a few times! It only gets better later, you know, we should stay as long as possible.”
It’s surprisingly not sticky like your regular places are when you lean on the bar next to her, and although there’s a lot of people at the bar the bartender doesn’t take a long time to get to you. Jihyo orders you three drinks, something sweet with the kick of too much alcohol, and the three of you take to the dancefloor with drinks in hand.
“Do vampires even drink?” Jihyo murmurs, staring at the drink in hand.
Sana hums, “The ones here do, from what I’ve seen.”
You swear there’s something else floating in there, glittery and tempting and unknown, but when you swirl your glass it disappears. Taking a swig, you know when it hits your tongue that it’s just your typical vodka and lemonade, but that doesn’t change the clenching in your gut that something just isn’t right, like something’s looming and you haven’t gotten the ability to see it yet.
Still, Jihyo was right - the club is beyond busy even though it’s early, and the song is slowly getting you moving in your spot. The dancefloor twinkles, entrancing as you all move to it, and within minutes you’re dancing with your girls, the uneasy feeling leaving your body as literally no one bothers you. It’s beginning to become apparent that this spot might be even better than your usual places; despite the dark, gloomy atmosphere outside and as you walk in it’s pretty inviting once you’re in there, and they’re playing classics that you haven’t heard in years.
A few drinks and a few songs later, you’re reasonably buzzed from the amount of vodka in your system and feeling even more free. Sana wobbles off to the bar again, a little too tipsy to walk in a straight line, and you and Jihyo take the time to look around the club.
The main part you’re stood in is pretty centre, so you get to look around and take everything in. A DJ at the front, pretty generic but she’s focused on the task at hand, crop top short enough to show a navel piercing that glints in the lights - she seems to peruse the dancefloor at who the attendees for tonight are.
What catches your attention is the sections beyond the area you’re in, the VIP booths that seem to be obscured by curtains, yet you can see shadows moving behind them, clearly occupied. You dare to wonder what’s going on behind there. Your vision tracks through it all until you land on an area right at the edge, just over from the bar but with the curtains open, where two men stand in the entryway. You feel a pair of eyes on you before you fully register who it is - the culprit is right there, in that end section, long hair falling over his forehead in black waves.
Two pairs of eyes are on you, to be exact, two dark pairs that you swear to god you’ve seen before. When you wrack your brain, you can’t recall despite the fact they seem so familiar, and the men are still staring at you - one shorter, one taller, clad in all sorts of black leather and tight, dark clothing that your thighs start to tremble. It’s like they work together, their eyes wracking your frame with a million promises that go unsaid, their minds working silently. The shorter man’s lips curve up when he sees you looking back at them.
Radiant skin, an otherworldly aura - you know exactly what they are, but you’d be damned if you didn’t say they look beautiful, so enticing that you feel some sort of gravitational pull towards them, a feeling strong and all consuming that makes you need.
They’re positioned on the side of the club, up towards the VIP booths that you examined but separate, like they booked an area all to themselves. While the entrance is covered in black-out curtains intended to save privacy, the two men have hooked the curtains to the side and you can see inside the booth. There’s a leather couch, an abundance of burgundy-coloured drinks, and rolled up notes that you can only imagine the purpose of.
Jihyo’s talking to you. You hadn’t realised, but you slowly fade back into reality, and she’s flailing, trying to get your attention. “What are you looking at?” She shrieks, spinning next to you to follow your line of sight. It doesn’t take long for Sana to join her too, three drinks in two hands, and the impressed hums they let out are nothing short of embarrassing. “Oh, I see. You should go over there.”
“Definitely,” Sana says, and you notice the men haven’t even acknowledged them - they’re staring right at you still, and the taller man’s eyes follow the straw in your drink as you lead it back to your lips. You wonder what’s got them so interested in you, considering the vampires’ flippant attitudes outside - these men look beyond insatiable in comparison. She laughs in disbelief, “oh, you’re going over there. Like, now.”
You side eye them, mumbling behind your glass in a way that you’re hoping the men can’t see, “They’re vampires.”
“Even more reason,” Jihyo shoves you, pushing you forward before you can retort. “We’ll see you when you’re done.”
It’s a bad idea. It’s such a bad idea, especially given everything you know, how vampires can hurt you and compel you to do things you’d never do normally. However, you just can’t seem to help yourself - you down the rest of your drink, sliding the empty glass onto the bar before you’re walking right over to where the men stand.
The shorter man is laughing before you even get there. You feel embarrassed for a moment, but the taller man cocks his head towards you in interest, as if he can’t believe you’ve made the first move - as if he can’t believe you’re brave enough to. You can’t believe it either, but you stand at the entrance to their section like you belong there with them.
“Mm, can we help you, love?” The taller man speaks, almost accusatory like they weren’t the ones staring at you. His voice is smooth, steady, just barely audible over the music. The shorter man has retreated to the table, arms stretched over the back of the sofa and legs stretched out in front of him, the picture of confidence. He swirls his drink in his glass as he watches you, a smirk pulling at his lips like he knows you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.
You flush, and the taller man reaches out to bring your attention back to him, pushing your hair behind your ear. Up close, he’s ethereal, shoulder length hair that falls in dark layers around his sculpted face. His lips are full and with a pronounced cupid’s bow, causing your eyes to linger just a second too long - he sees it, lips quirking with amusement.
The silence is causing you to hesitate, and you want to turn around and leave, abort the mission completely, but he speaks again. “I’m Seonghwa,” He says, and you think it’s a pretty name to match a pretty face. “That’s Hongjoong. He’s friendly, I promise.”
Hongjoong turns to you with a grin that looks more predatory than friendly, and Seonghwa ushers you over to the table. You don’t miss how he pulls the curtains down behind you once you walk in, obscuring the three of you from the rest of the club - are the rest of the booths full of vampires with their picks for the night? The idea doesn’t make you uneasy, rather exciting you; deep down, there’s something within you that is raving that you may be their pick.
The leather of the sofa is a little too hard when you fall down upon it, dress rolling up a little, and you’re not surprised to see Hongjoong is just as pretty up close too. His hair is messy, dark brown and long enough to almost obscure his pretty, feline eyes, and when he finally drops his smile his lips are pouty, almost cute if you didn’t know who he is - what he is. When he finally speaks, his voice is level, commanding, so strong you’re not sure you can find your own.
“Do you want a drink, sweetheart?”
“I..” You hesitate, glancing at the liquid. What exactly are they drinking? You were still a little tipsy from the pregame, and the drinks that the girls got you at the bar are going straight to your head now that you’re in the company of the two most attractive men you’ve ever met. It’s hard to formulate ideas and Seonghwa blinks, tilting his head again before he finally meets your gaze on the large pitcher in the middle of the table.
He bursts out laughing. “Oh,” He chortles, clapping his hands together. “Did you- sorry, did you think we were drinking blood? Honey, this is rum.”
“Well…” you start, “you’re- y’know.”
It’s Hongjoong’s turn to chuckle, sipping his drink again before he finally turns to you. Instead of letting his friend pour you a drink, he hands you his own glass and you leave a pretty lipgloss stain when you taste some. It’s nice, a little bitter for you but the men seem happy enough drinking it, and you’re honestly just pleased that it’s not human blood.
“What do you know about vampires?” Hongjoong asks, tone teasing, “I mean, surely not a lot. You approached two on your own in a nightclub and then you thought we were drinking blood in here. You seem pretty dumb, little thing.”
It’s said flippantly, but neither of them miss how a shiver runs down your spine - how could they? Hongjoong’s brow lilts in intrigue and Seonghwa takes a sip of his own drink, perching himself on the seat across from you both. He spreads his lithe thighs, too relaxed in the company of someone he doesn’t know - you suppose it’s easy for them.
“I know enough,” When you speak, your voice is quiet, but sure. They hang off your every word, quiet and interested, “you don’t need to hurt people, not really.”
“Mm, you’re right, we don’t need to,” Seonghwa leans forward, elbows on his knees. “We like to, though, me and Hongjoong.”
Your breath catches in your throat. They don’t look any less unsure at your hesitation, only curious, like they’ve waited their entire lifetimes for your answer. You stare at Seonghwa, and then Hongjoong - where have you seen these eyes before?
“L-like,” You stammer, “in what way?”
“Do you know what a little vampire blood does to a human, love?” The taller man’s voice captures your attention. “Just a little bit - not nearly enough to turn you - can make you a horny little love. Even pain feels good. Anything feels good. It can make you beg, even when you’ve cum so much your cunt feels numb, did you ever hear that?”
You stare. You hadn’t heard that, no, but now the idea of the two was seeming even more enticing, if it was possible.
“If you want us to stop, you can tell us to stop,” Hongjoong offers you, and it’s comforting knowing that they’re not totally deranged, but you would never want to tell them to stop. Crossing your legs, you take another sip of the other man’s drink and hand it back to him - his gloves brush you on the way and you don’t know what it is but you want more, inhaling deep, swallowing hard enough for them to notice. He beams, and you swear his eyes flash red for a second, “ooh, I don’t think you do though, do you?”
They notice everything, and you feel like you can’t hide at all.
“So, would you like some, sweetheart?” Hongjoong’s voice is closer now, right at your ear, and it sends shivers through you, down to the tips of your toes. “I think you’d be gorgeous with us inside you,” a thinly veiled innuendo, but you moan too easily, and he laughs, excited with something you’re a little scared of underneath, “mm, why don’t you come here, let me have a look at you properly.”
He’s already had enough of a look, you think, sat next to you for so long, but he pats his lap and you follow. Slinging one leg over his lap, completely ignorant to the happenings of the nightclub behind you, you face Hongjoong. He grips your jaw with two gloved fingers, turning you this way and that like he’s not just going to devour you as soon as he can.
In fact, he leans in just a little closer to look at your eyes, at the way they dilate from something - arousal, fear - and you swear you see two pointy teeth come out to nip at a surly lower lip. His legs spread further, and with the movement you feel him dig into your core underneath your dress, making you squirm where you’re sat. He’s already hard. You wonder if Seonghwa is, too, and the idea of having these two vampires so hot for you… your gut burns.
“Pretty,” He murmurs, and one thumb comes out to dip between your lips, past them into your mouth. It runs over your tongue, and you taste the buttery leather - it doesn’t taste of a lot, the rum perhaps, and he knocks your mouth open to look at your teeth. “Look at these,” he smiles, and you can’t help it; you nip his teeth, gentle but teasing, and he gasps playfully, falling for it, “wow. She bites, Hwa.”
“That’s nice,” He says, almost uninterested. When he crowds into your space, front against your back, you feel his cock, hard and firm against your back that tells you he’s very much interested. He takes your chin from Hongjoong’s hold to pull your head back towards him. You gaze at him upside down, and he smiles, gentle but threatening, “do you want some of this now, love?”
He’s holding a vial, small and clear, with a red liquid moving around inside. This time, you’re sure it’s blood, and you’re even more sure that it’s vampire blood like they were talking about earlier. One of theirs, you presume, but you’re too eager to question it - your lips part, tongue lolling out dumbly as he pops off the cap. Both men look delighted at your eagerness, Seonghwa letting out a little noise of appreciation as he grips your chin.
The cap falls somewhere and rolls on the floor, neither of the men questioning it as Hongjoong’s hands move to your waist to keep you steady. Seonghwa’s fingers hold you more firmly, and he taps once, twice, on the end of the vial, two drops of metallic hitting your tastebuds that have you wanting to screw your face up.
Your head immediately rocks back forwards, eyes scrunching shut as you adjust to the taste. While your ears ring, Hongjoong leans back, gets more comfortable against the sofa and you feel the telltale dip of Seonghwa settling next to him. It’s overwhelming for a moment, and you swallow hard, hoping to get rid of the taste; it’s too much, too strong, too-
Oh.
“Oh my god,” Your hands go to Hongjoong’s chest before you can help yourself, and this time they both watch your pupils dilate, eyes fixated way too intently on yours. A telltale burning spins in your gut, like the same feeling you get when you’ve been building an orgasm and you’re finally, finally about to let go, except the bubble never pops - your hands move eagerly, impulsively. You’re rocking your hips before you can help it, grinding your cunt down against that bulge you’d tried so hard to ignore, sharp whine hitting your ears before you realise you’ve opened your mouth, “fu-uck, oh my- oh, please-”
“How much did you give her, Hwa?” Hongjoong’s voice is gruff, but not at all displeased, his hands moving down the slope of your waist to the plush of your hips, fingers digging in. The pressure guides you to move against him and you feel feverish, desperate, head falling back as your hips fuck forwards. Your pussy starts to slick in your panties, messy and pathetic and ultimately untouched despite your intense movements against his clothed erection, and it builds and builds and never pops.
“Two drops,” Hwa muses, voice level, staring at where you buck against his friend. Your dress rocks up properly from the movement, exposing your panties and where you’re leaking through the fabric, onto Hongjoong’s undoubtedly expensive leather trousers. You run your hands down, over the plush pectorals and over his arms and back down to his belt - even touching him like this feels euphoric, your mouth opening in another strangled noise.
Hongjoong chuckles, seemingly unaffected by your frantic behaviour, “That’s all it took? She really is a slut, isn’t she? Gonna let us bite you tonight too, pretty?”
The idea makes your head spin, and you nod eagerly, “G’na- gonna let you bite me, if you want, would’ve anyway-”
“Would you, little love?” Seonghwa says, and it’s the first time he sounds affected, eyes flickering to the curve of your neck. He reaches over with slender fingers to brush the hair off of your neck, exposing the skin there, and runs one fingernail up as if he can’t wait to split it open. “Isn’t that good to know, Joong?” He’s pleased, lips curving, “she’s just that eager. I think she’d let us do anything to her.”
Seonghwa’s teeth poke out, and you gasp, nodding, eager. Hongjoong’s hand moves suddenly to your neck where his friend’s lips lay, covering the flesh where he intended to bite you, eyeing his friend with a loaded glance.
“I think we need to go home,” he gushes, too fast, a little more panicked than you’ve heard him. The vampire at your neck pauses, before he seems to come back into himself and hum deeply. “Hwa,” Hongjoong murmurs, “you can’t do that here, you know that.”
The other man tilts his head, considering, “Let’s take her back to ours.”
It’s said without an ounce of thought as to what you’d want to do, but you assume they know, can tell by the way your hands roam on Hongjoong and you grab Seonghwa’s waist with one hand, pulling him into you both, hips bucking in short, stuttered movements.
The shorter man huffs out a laugh, hand weaving through your hair and pulling, just slightly. “I think she likes that idea,” his hand smooths down your dress, over your tummy, landing on the soft plush at the bottom, “this little pussy can’t help but move on me, can it? So pathetic.”
You wail. If you grind just right, rubbing your clit against his leather trousers you swear you can cum, if he gives you a little bit, grinds up into you, keeps talking to you like that. He seems to know that’s all you’d need to fall over, and he nudges you off his lap with his knuckles and stands up straight like his cock isn’t tenting his pants. It looks big, thick and promising and your legs fall apart without realising, exposing what’s underneath your dress - simple, cotton panties that are definitely soaked.
Just a few blocks away, Seonghwa says. He seems decisive that you’re coming back with them after your little show, and you wouldn’t have it any other way - you follow them out of the club, leaving the bottles and glasses behind you like they own the place, and you briefly see Jihyo and Sana occupied with their own counterparts for the night. Oh well, you suppose a text will suffice - they seemed to have thought you were safe enough with these men, and although you’re not too sure, you’re the one trailing behind them outside of the club with a stupid little smile on your face.
As soon as you’re outside, Seonghwa lights a cigarette and Hongjoong hands him a lighter from his pocket. The fresh air has you feeling a little clearer, vampire blood wearing off, but surely you can’t be seeing a vampire smoke right now.
“Can you even get addicted to things?” You blurt.
Hongjoong’s eyebrow lilts. “It’s a habit. He smoked when he was human, and he still smokes now.”
He inhales, scratching the back of his head before pointing down the street. You suppose Hongjoong’s right, but it still makes you laugh. He sets off on the journey, leaving you and Hongjoong walking behind him. You’re a lot less colder than earlier with your liquid confidence but the man next to you still takes his leather jacket off and puts it over your shoulders wordlessly, hand wrapping around your waist, keeping you steady and warm.
They were right - it really was a few blocks away, their house, and you’re affronted by how normal it looks.
Their house is modern; it’s sleek and dark and tempting, just like its owners, but painfully normal, and you kick off your uncomfortable shoes at the door next to a potted plant. Without your heels, you feel at a disadvantage, shorter than you were before, but you have no other choice than to walk in and make yourself at home. The sofa is a lot more comfortable than the one in the club, softer fabric and not dipping as much when you sit on it, and Hongjoong walks over to their kitchen and pulls out three glasses.
You wonder if they do this a lot, bringing pretty humans home and taking them apart so nicely they can’t think of anything other than coming back, staying forever, being theirs. It’s already on your mind and they haven’t even touched you properly yet.
Seonghwa sits next to you, legs akimbo. You’re able to see them better now that you’re out of the club, lighting bright - it would be too jarring if they weren’t so fucking beautiful. Turning to Seonghwa, your eyes follow the soft slope of his nose, down to full, plush lips that form as he has a conversation with his friend; you’re not paying attention, wanting so earnestly that you think you might die before they touch you.
A glass of something - whiskey, you think - is placed down on the glass coffee table in front of you, but you don’t touch it, preferring to focus on the men. Hongjoong gives Seonghwa a glass and he sips it, humming at the taste before he finally turns towards you.
His voice cuts through the tension, “What do you want us to do to you tonight?”
What do you want them to do? That’s something you can answer, moreso now that you’ve got your wits about you again, eyes flickering to his lips to give him enough nonverbal consent as you can - you want them to do fucking everything.
With another sip of his drink, he stands up sharply, offering you a hand. Hongjoong’s already gone somewhere, you realise, the shorter man gone from the living room.
Taking Seonghwa’s hand before you can doubt yourself, you decide you’ve already come this far, and he takes you further, leading you down the hallway to the bedroom. Every joke you had stored about vampires not sleeping dies on your lips as soon as you see it, the large bed and pretty much nothing else in the room. The bedposts are clad in canopies just like the club, the mattress clad in dark, satin sheets and with one of your men for the night perched on the edge. He looks satisfied, like he knew this was coming, and Seonghwa leads you to sit on the bed.
“If you need us to stop at any point-”
“I know,” You cut the taller man off, situating in front of him on the bed. The vampire blood has pretty much worn off by now but your gut is still clenching, arousal building up from the simple idea of you having these two men at once, although you can’t help all of the questions you still have. “Do you do this often?”
“Do what often?” Hongjoong says from in front of you, lips curling up like he knows exactly what you mean.
Seonghwa’s hands move to your dress, pulling the fabric up just enough to your waist to expose your panties. “Um,” you start, breath heavy, “bring- bring humans back, and-”
“Oh, that?” He says, eyes dropping to between your legs. You’re know you’ve soaked through the cotton already, and you’re definite his eyes flicker red this time, telling you that he sees it. You squirm with embarrassment. “No, we don’t. Humans break too easy.”
“More like you’re too heavy-handed,” Seonghwa murmurs like an afterthought. His hands roam over your body, too warm for someone who’s meant to be cold. His fingers hook in your panties, teasing, and Hongjoong sips on his drink, content to watch for now. “Should I take these off?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, and Hongjoong’s head tilts. Without him needing to say anything, you straighten up a little, toes curling into the sheets, “yes, please, Seonghwa.”
The “good girl” you get from them both is enough to make you preen, and the man behind you rewards you with taking off your panties, like he was waiting for his friend to tell him he was allowed.
“Keep this up for me,” he motions, and your hands move to your dress, obediently holding it up just enough to show your core. You’re wet, you can feel it - the arousal slicks up to your swollen bud and down past your pussy, dripping to the other hole between your asscheeks. It’s killing you that neither of them are touching you, so content with waiting, letting you feel the tension.
Seonghwa’s fingers finally dip down between your legs, forming a vee up your folds and just barely brushing against the pudge of your clit - you whine, knuckles whiting where they hold your dress up and Hongjoong just watches, across from you both with the two top buttons of his shirt undone, drink in hand.
“How’s she looking?” The man behind you says, quiet in your ear but seemingly loud enough for Hongjoong to hear it - he lets out a noise of amusement in response, placing his glass down on the table. It clatters, glass on glass sharp against your ears, and Seonghwa’s fingers continue their inspection; your legs tremble as they slide down to your hole, prodding teasingly, but you’re in such a position that all you can do is sit there and take it, Seonghwa’s forearm firm around your tummy. You’re convinced this was intentional.
Hongjoong rises from his seat, feet heavy as he struts over to the two of you. He’s on his knees in a beat, pretty face only a few inches from your cunt, and your hips buck desperately.
“I’m not eating it, little thing,” He chuckles, reaching up to swipe his own thumb through your arousal, making a few tight, quick circles around your clit. It wracks a moan from your chest, hoarse and so airy you’re a little embarrassed, but he coos at you, “how long have you been this wet? Since before we gave you that blood?”
“W-way before, since- since I saw you,” You admit, chest heaving, and he rewards you a few more circles against your bud. Seonghwa keeps you spread, and when his friend gives you a few more touches at a rhythm that makes your eyes cross he pulls your thigh back towards him, forcing you to take it. “I- it’s so sensitive there, please-”
“Side effect, honey,” Seonghwa says it like you’re stupid, and you nod dumbly because you’d believe anything he said right now, proving his point. “Why don’t you just feel it, hm? Try not to cum though, yeah?”
It feels impossible right now. Hongjoong’s thumb circles your clit, fast and steady like he knows exactly how to take you apart already, and your hole gushes dumbly down onto their bed. You’re making a mess, you know you are, squirming and writhing on a vampire’s lap while his just-as-dangerous friend rubs your pussy better than your own hands ever could, but you can’t help it - you moan and whine and whimper, hands impatiently moving from your dress to grip at Seonghwa’s thighs.
“We told you we’d make you a horny little thing, but this,” Hongjoong eyes your cunt, looking nothing but thrilled, “this is pathetic. I bet you want to cum so bad already, little clit so fucking swollen you can’t take it.”
It brings your brain back to life, remembering what Seonghwa said, digging your nails into the leather on his thighs with a sharp buck of your hips, “w-why- why can’t I cum?”
“Why would you be allowed to cum already?” Seonghwa laughs mirthlessly. “Have you earned it? I don’t think you have.”
Your head spins. Hongjoong presses down further, slides his hand down until he’s pushing two fingers into your pussy, past the initial resistance and deep until he can curve his fingers up, forcing through slick and mess to reach that spot.
“Mm, she hasn’t,” He says, “all she’s done is been a slut all night. I think she could use learning some manners. Learning how to wait for things, especially.”
His fingers tap against your g-spot and your jaw drops, thighs threatening to close where they’re held apart, voice warbling, “but I w-wanna cum.”
“You do?” Hongjoong laughs, “are you close?”
Voice raising higher, your bottom lip trembles, nodding, the tension in your stomach building with each curl of his fingers, “mmhm!”
His fingers leave you, and although it’s your first proper edge it feels cruel, mean, and your gasp is accompanied by a harsh clenching of your hole around nothing. Slick cascades down your folds, ignored, and you cry out, head rolling on Seonghwa’s shoulder. He shushes you gently, stroking your hair.
“Soon, honey, soon,” He says, and you’re not convinced but you’re still coming down from a denied orgasm and can’t understand fully. “How did that feel?”
“H-hurt,” you strain, and the shorter vampire flicks your clit to laugh at the way you squeak. “It hurt, I- I don’t- I wanna cum-”
His hand still strokes you, kissing at your hairline and down your face until he presses his lips against yours - you hadn’t even realised they hadn’t kissed you but now it feels like a reward, Seonghwa’s tongue claiming your mouth while you lean at an awkward angle to get more. You can’t help the feverish moan you let out, coming down from a harsh edge and being given a pretty man’s lips; it would fully overtake your senses if not for the feeling of the other man moving between your legs. He keeps your jaw positioned against him, hold firm, distracting you with wet, dominating kisses.
You whimper into his mouth, legs still so open, and the feeling of something wet hitting your folds makes you try to pull away and watch.
“No, don’t you worry about that,” He murmurs, and you see the flickering of his teeth - your back arches, skin almost tingling with the need to have him bite you, drink your blood, be his favourite. He rewards you with a nip to your lower lip, just strong enough to break the skin. As soon as the blood hits his tongue he moans, so deep and strangled that you moan right back, scrambling at his arms.
A wet suck on your pussy, and your hips surge far away from him and towards whatever that was. He finally lets you go, your chin smudged with your own blood, eyes fluttering open to see Hongjoong between your legs.
His tongue flicks over your clit, fast and precise, eyes moving up to you and landing directly on your to gauge your reaction.
You’re loud, face crumpling in ecstasy, moans tumbling from your lips quicker than you realise, hand moving to his hair to keep him right there so you can chase it. He lets you, surprisingly enough, groaning at the sensation and rewarding you with his tongue delving deeper into your folds, sucking arousal straight from your hole to spit it back on your pussy again.
The other man seems to savour the taste of your blood on his tongue, licking over his own lips to make sure that he’s gotten as much as he can before moving from behind you. Without the sturdiness of his body behind you, you’re left to fall against the sheets, and your hands automatically come to the pillow, grabbing and pulling and almost ripping your nails right through the fabric.
Seonghwa settles between your legs, right next to Hongjoong. You’re not able to question it because he noses at Hongjoong’s cheek until he looks at him with lust-filled eyes, your slick drowning his chin and his surly lips. The loss of stimulation doesn’t have long enough to bother you because the shorter man pulls at Seonghwa’s hair, yanking him towards him and enveloping him in a messy, spit-filled kiss, both of them sharing the taste of your blood and arousal.
“Mm, fuck, tastes good,” He moans, sucking on Seonghwa’s bottom lip. You moan at the sight, hips bucking for something, anything, but the two men continue to fuck each other’s mouths with their tongues, lips meeting in a heavy exchange - they’ve done this before, you’re sure, too natural in the way they take over each other’s lips.
It only lasts a second longer before they’re pulling away, only this time both men’s lips are on you, Seonghwa sucking your labia into his mouth and letting them go with a wet pop. Hongjoong moves up to your clit, sucking it into his mouth harshly and giving you the stimulation you need, almost too much but not enough. Your body starts to slick with sweat, too warm in your dress but unable to do anything but take it, both men’s tongues swirling around your cunt like they’ve done it a million times.
“Oh- oh my god,” you cry out, in disbelief at the sight in front of you. Both men’s heads move against you, mouths wet and sloppy against your core. Seonghwa moves to lick over your clit, quick kitten licks that have you chasing the pleasure, itching to hold them against you - you imagine they wouldn’t let that slide now that they’re both down there, having their fix. Gripping onto the pillow with another sharp noise, you buck your hips against them, staring down at the mess of tongues and slick that ruin you. It feels so good, so messy but so imprecise and if you just have a little bit more on your clit- “fuck, fuck, feels so good, I-”
“You’ll take what you’re fucking given,” Hongjoong pulls off enough to say, and it’s said so simply that there’s no room to argue. You try to stop squirming but you can’t help it, toes curling and messy cunt rocking to meet their mouths, Hongjoong darting his tongue inside your hole to clean you from the inside. The new sensation makes you gasp, fingers tightening where they grip the pillow, and he does it again, again, curling it a little to see the way you moan, loud and broken.
When their eyes flit up to you this time, you’re surprised to see they’re both fully red now, hungry, dangerous. Seonghwa’s fingertips reach your mound, pulling back to expose your clit to their mouths. It’s too much, too sensitive, and when he sucks over it again you realise you’re dangerously close to cumming. A brief, bratty thought flashes through your mind - could you just let go? - but you remember who they are, what they’re giving you, what they’ve promised to do. You’d rather stay on their good sides if it means getting all of that.
“I’m- I’m close again,” you breathe, and Seonghwa hums, sucking on your clit like it’s a damn popsicle. He doesn’t stop, pushing you right to the brink, and the other man reaches up and slides two fingers past your folds just to really torture you. It’s the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to do, avoiding moving so that the tiniest thing doesn’t send you over the edge. You whine when he taps against your g-spot, shaking your head so rapidly you make yourself dizzy, hips trying to crawl away from the pleasure.
“So good she’s denying herself now,” Seonghwa murmurs, stroking your mound, “don’t be cruel, Joong, look at her trying so hard.”
The man in question does look, eyes round and amused and so red as he watches your struggle. You squirm and writhe until he eventually slides his fingers out, and you fly backwards from the precipice so fast it makes you sob wetly, tears begging to fall from your eyes. Seonghwa pecks your clit softly; Hongjoong doesn’t look bothered, leaning back on his haunches to finally pull some of his clothes off.
You’re exposed to a lot of skin, plush yet firm muscle that begs your hands to touch it when he unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the floor. Seonghwa enters your vision, looming over you and making quick work of your dress - it’s like something goes unsaid, like they know what they both want to do to you and when. It lands on the floor next to Hongjoong’s shirt and you’re moved onto your tummy, automatically scrambling onto your hands and knees with an arch to your back that has the taller man groaning in appreciation.
The sound of a belt buckle is loud, mocking to your ears as you can’t see anything. You hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor again, and then the feeling of a man behind you - not as much of a presence, so you assume Hongjoong, slighter but firmer; heavy-handed too, if the harsh slap he lands on your ass is anything to go by.
Knees crawl closer to you on the bed. Seonghwa positions himself in front of you, shirt now gone too - you wonder when he did that, but you’re so overwhelmed by the men and their two edges have you so dizzy that you can’t question it, mumbling blissfully. You’re able to watch him undo his belt, his trousers being pushed down to his ankles and further onto the floor, his boxers being moved just under his balls to expose his cock.
Seonghwa’s cock is long, thick enough to make your mouth water but not so thick that you think taking him will be a challenge. In fact, your pussy gushes wetly looking at it, the way his tan, erect shaft lays in a smattering of dark hair that leads up to his navel. He grips his base, shows it to you because he can see you can’t stop looking; the way he starts to pump it inches away from your face is cruel.
You inhale sharply at the feeling of a cockhead swiping through your folds, intentionally teasing but capturing your attention effortlessly. Hongjoong’s hand comes down on the small of your back, firm, “do you want it, sweetheart?”
“Yeees,” you writhe eagerly, Seonghwa’s hand coming into your hair to keep you still. He jerks his shaft inches from your face and moves your head onto his thigh, and you lick your lips, wanting nothing more than to be stuffed from both ends. Will they let you cum now? You have a feeling it’s a no, but still, “want it. Gimme both, lemme- wanna cum on it, please-”
“Greedy bitch,” Hongjoong laughs, using his thumb to push his shaft downwards. The tip just about catches on your hole and you whine, thighs shaking as you try to move back towards him - his hand keeps you still, keeping you between him and his friend of eternity. “What did I tell you?” He asks, and your head spins, unknowing of anything but getting yourself full, “stop thinking with your cunt. We’ll decide when you cum, if you cum.”
He’s playing with you, you’re sure, but you’re also sure that he’s mean enough to leave you high and dry once he’s finished using you if you’re not good. With your eyes fluttering shut, you let out a loud whimper of defeat, and he chuckles again from behind you.
“That’s right, quiet now.”
If Seonghwa’s bothered by his friend’s teasing he doesn’t show it, hand tightening at his head and focusing on pleasuring himself. It’s daunting, the way his head rolls back against the headboard but his eyes stay on you, the strings of drool that fall past your lips at the sight, wetting the sparse hair on his thigh. His grip tightens in your hair, tongue curling over his teeth and you see them, sharp and protruding now, and it’s too much to take.
“Please,” You gasp, “please, please, please, fuck, I’ll beg, I-”
“You are begging,” Hongjoong hums, “it’s not very good, though. Beg better. Beg better for me to shove my cock in your little human pussy.”
It’s embarrassing how quickly you respond. “Mm- mm, fuck, please, please, please, want it so bad, want you to- want you to fuck me, bite me, claim me, please, I’ll be yours, both of you-”
He doesn’t say anything, no praise, no confirmation of your hard work - he slides home in one deep thrust, cock so thick your pussy has to stretch to accommodate it despite his fingers spreading you open earlier. It feels like everything you’ve ever wanted, one thrust taking you apart and putting you back together again, and he doesn’t wait; he starts to fuck you vigorously, hips kicking up a rhythm against the plush of your ass.
“Tight little thing, aren’t you?” He sounds unaffected, tone level, “wet enough to drip down to my fucking balls, too. How’s it feel?”
“Mm, I- oh, oh-”
“Yeah,” he smiles, and pushes your head onto Seonghwa’s cock. It’s silent permission for you to start, and you immediately surge forwards to suckle around the head. After his teasing it’s leaking pearlescent drops, and you lick straight from the piss slit with your tongue, swirling it around the head with a delighted moan. Seonghwa swallows hard, sighing, and although you want to take your time Hongjoong grips onto your hips tighter and fucks into you so hard your head slides down the other man’s length too quickly, too fast, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. “Oh, sorry,” he laughs, “did you think you were in control then? Gag on it.”
You moan, delighted, pussy throbbing so hard Hongjoong feels it and lets out a sharp inhale, sucking his teeth. He starts to bounce against you quicker, fucking you down his friend’s cock, and Seonghwa’s hands move to your hair to control your movements a little more.
Managing to breathe through your nose for the most part, it isn’t too bad, but Seonghwa’s dick is long and it hits the back of your throat so hard you wince and whine through the pain. He bucks his hips upwards, full lips parting in silent, eager little breaths and fucking against the back of your mouth a few more times before he lets you up for air. As soon as your head hits his thigh again, you start whining, too full of Hongjoong’s cock still and Seonghwa laughs breathlessly.
“Shit, you’re just like this, aren’t you?” He grips himself at the base, slapping his cock against your cheek, “don’t even need the blood,” he murmurs, in awe, “you’re just this fucking desperate.”
Hongjoong’s thumb slides down, just barely passing over where his cock stretches you, and the extra stimulation reminds you of your ruined orgasms. You begin to babble something incoherent, some form of pleading, and he sighs wetly and hooks it into your gummy hole alongside his shaft. The stretch is too much - you let out a loud squeal, feet kicking where they lay and he has to pin you down with his hips while Seonghwa teases himself in front of you, starting to strip his shaft again.
You land on your tummy, Hongjoong fucking into you without abandon, and the sheets just barely brush against the pudge of your clit. Suddenly, you’re sobbing, too sensitive and too close, trying to writhe away from the pleasure but the pressure of his body keeps you there.
“I- too much, please, I’m close-”
“Just a little more,” Seonghwa groans, forcing his cockhead past your lips again, “suck on this and stay quiet, honey.”
You’re barely suckling on it, but it’s something to focus on while you try to quell your orgasm. Your thighs burn and your cunt drools but you have to be good, have to do what they say, or- well, you’re not sure, but the need to please them is stronger than any need you have to cum. Seonghwa moves your head on his shaft, softly up and down just to keep him sated for now, and you hum and whine around a full mouth.
“F-fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” Hongjoong breathes, and it’s the first time you hear him sound affected. His hips snap into your ass, eyes fixated on the way the flesh ripples every time, and he fucks inside of your wet cunt a few more times before he pulls out with a sharp inhale. You hear the sound of him stripping his shaft, slick wet noises that make your ears turn red because you’re responsible for that, and on a tight grip upwards you feel the beginnings of his release. “Fuck, yeah, mm- there you go, honey, t-there you go.”
He sounds almost soft, but you know better, the hot strips of his white cum burning his mark into the small of your back. It drips down your skin when you squirm from the feeling of it, and he smears it down to your ass, messy and territorial.
Seonghwa pulls you down to the base of his shaft once more, so deep your eyes water, and then he rips your head up by your hair sharply.
“On your back,” He urges, cheeks flushed and teeth permanently out now, so sharp but alluring. They nip at your jugular when you listen to him, rolling onto your back despite the mess undoubtedly staining their bedsheets. He pushes your thigh back to your chest, long hair cascading over his forehead, gripping the base of his dick firmly, just barely angled downwards to your pussy, “do you want it, my love?”
“Please,” you groan, hole sore but so desperate, clenching rhythmically where it tries to pull him inside. “Please, give it to me, please-”
“I’m not that mean,” He murmurs, clearly referring to his counterpart - Hongjoong only laughs, sprawled on the bed naked with his cock softening against his muscled thigh. The sight causes a fire to burn in your gut; you want them both again, but you’re also very aware of the fact you haven’t cum yet, and Seonghwa seems like he might give that to you. With your leg pulled back, you’re spread open, and from Hongjoong’s ministrations it doesn’t take a lot to shove his cock inside, impatient and longer than the last one you took, so deep it knocks into your cervix when he’s fully inside and you squeal, hands moving to his shoulders for purchase. “Fuck, you are wet,” he says, other hand moving to your tummy to keep you flat, “how much of that is from our blood?”
“I-” he starts moving, and you gasp sharply, eyebrows knitting in a moan of pleasure. He’s good at this, just like Hongjoong was, and after a few hesitant thrusts he’s able to aim specifically at the spot that makes your eyes cross. “Fuck, I- it’s just from you, please-”
“I know, I know, I shouldn’t tease you,” He coos, hand smoothing over your hair. He starts to fuck you quicker, rocking against you at such a pace that you can’t help the way your orgasm starts to build already, pussy gushing a river and smearing over his pubes, his happy trail, his thighs. You start to buck your hips from the delicious sight, clit burning with need, hands gripping onto him for dear life. “I’m gonna let you,” he says, like he knows you were wondering, “you’ve waited so long, hm? I know, baby, let me make it happen.”
It’s a promise that he makes quick work of, both of his hands pushing your legs into a vee. It allows him to fuck you deeper, shaft slick as it moves in and out of you, his lips parting in a moan as he watches it. It doesn’t take long to get the same sensation Hongjoong gave you, hands gripping your trembling thighs as he picks up the pace, “Fuck, so warm, how did you- how did you last so long?”
“I didn’t get my cock sucked by her,” Hongjoong says, head tilting as he perceives you. Your eyes water, so close but not allowed to let go until they say, and he smiles, pleased, “looks like she’s broken in now, Hwa. She’s gonna cry for it.”
“Oh, yeah?” Seonghwa’s breath stutters, thumb and finger gripping your cheeks and squishing them like he’s scolding a child. A shiver runs through you at the treatment, tears spilling over, and your arousal starts to cream at the base of his cock, a white ring that has him groaning. “Should we let you cum, honey? Have you earned it?”
“Have, I have,” you manage, nails digging deep, and he groans at the feeling, kissing you again so hard his teeth bite against your lower lip without him meaning to. When he tastes your blood again he sucks it, straight from the plush of your lip, something painful that has your orgasm threatening to break, about to shatter you from the inside out - you can’t take it anymore, writhing, humping your cunt on his cock, “please, I- I can’t, I’m gonna-”
Seonghwa doesn’t look at his friend for permission this time. He pulls away, mouth slick with the dark red, metallic liquid, and starts to rock into you so hard you start to cry. His cock hits that spot inside you deliciously, over and over, more intense than anything you’ve felt in your life, and you can’t even warn him. Your pussy starts to quiver, walls clenching around him in warning, and he doesn’t stop, fucking you in just the right way to pull you over the edge with him.
“F-fuck, I-” you gasp, trembling. The sensation overwhelms every single one of your senses, finally letting go after so long of being their plaything, and your cunt clenches down hard on his cock as you cum. It’s so tight it stops him from moving, but he grinds his pubic bone against you in small, aborted thrusts, just enough to keep you writhing and riding it out, moaning high and airy in your throat.
Your hole relaxes once you’ve finished soaking him, rivulets of wet stringing his pubes together and his breath hits your neck. He starts to fuck you without abandon again, your pussy screaming in overstimulation but you want him to cum so badly you’d take it three times over, legs falling uselessly against the bed, nails scratching down his torso.
“Just a b-bit more, my love,” he sounds apologetic, his thrusts proving otherwise, cock digging into your cervix hard. You whine, and he kisses the noise away, smearing blood over your lips, dropping his head back to your neck. If you focus on the pleasure enough, you’re sure that you can come again, but another sensation distracts you - Hongjoong, the other side of your neck, still naked and still soft but with something else flickering in those red eyes.
You realise too late. Soft lips press against either side in a gentle kiss, one each, and then two sets of teeth dig in hard enough to break skin. Seonghwa pulls out, cumming messily on your pussy in his way of marking you, and the two men let out satisfied groans when your blood hits their tastebuds.
You wonder if this is what they wanted all along. As your vision goes black, you realise it’s definitely what you wanted.
Waking up, you blink sleep out of your eyes. It was clearly a good sleep, because god, you feel heavy, limbs tired and taking what feels like an age to move. While they warm up you notice the taste in your mouth, something sour that tells you that you may have drunk more than you remember because you had definitely forgotten to brush your teeth last night.
Speaking of last night… you’re still trying to wake up, but it seems to be a bit of a blur. You remember getting to the club with your friends, and talking a bit with those men, and then having a few more drinks, and then… what happened then? It feels like a dream, like you didn’t really go, like the entire night wasn’t real. When you open your eyes, you’ll surely see the same walls of your bedroom, the same pyjamas you wore the night before-
You open your eyes, and you’re definitely not in your bedroom.
Where your room has your band posters and desk with all of your trinkets, you seem to be in some sort of extension of the nightclub you were in last night, room draped with dark reds and black satins. The bed is the comfiest thing you’ve had the pleasure of laying on, where the mattress and blanket seem to dip and cling wherever you move like sand, and although the burgundy canopy obscures your vision you can see other furniture around the room. Dark wood mostly fills the room up, solid, sturdy furniture that looks as clean as it is old, and there’s a man sitting in the corner of the room staring at you.
There’s a man sitting in the corner of the room staring at you.
With the survival instincts of a gnat, you surge forwards and yank the canopy away, facing your intruder. Unmoving, he stares at you knowingly and you blink wildly, hair sticking up every which way, before it comes to you.
“Seonghwa,” you murmur, “shit, I almost-”
“Almost forgot?” He says, amused, “it happens. How did you sleep?”
“Amazingly,” you admit, “I-”
Something clicks in your brain. When you turn around, looking behind you, a shorter man with a pleased little smile is gazing at you, not at all tired and with something in his eyes that has your gut burning again.
You remember. Two men- no, not men, two vampires, and they took you apart and made you cum so good that you never want to leave. Is this what everyone had been warning you about?
Seonghwa rises from his seat. “Did you want anything for food? You must be starving, love.”
It has you faltering. Starving. You are starving, but there’s something else to it, a carnal need that can only be sated by-
“Get back into bed,” you urge. Seonghwa doesn’t look surprised, already moving to the canopy and pulling it aside to let himself onto the mattress. “I- can we-”
Hongjoong tuts, “You really are dumb. All it took was one good fucking, huh? Now you’re running away with the bad men, nowhere to be seen ever again-”
You grip him by the forearm, pulling him on top of you. Instead of showing shock, his grin forms predatory, slow like it has all the time in the world, and you see those two teeth poking out again. It reminds you of last night, and your eyes flicker to your chest, where you can see the remnants of a plethora of two-prong shaped holes.
“I want it again,” you blurt, “want more-”
“Right,” Seonghwa grins, decisive, crawling onto the bed. He’s already ridding his shirt again, exposing planes of tan skin that make your mouth water. His teeth stick out at you, something that should be threatening but it only causes you to whimper in need. “And you know how to ask nicely, don’t you? Not as dumb as you pretend to be.”
Hongjoong finds this amusing.
“Mm, she is, but she still knows better,” his hand pulls at your hair hard. “Where are those manners we taught you last night?”
