Kinktober 2025 Days 4, 5, and 6 - Paranormal/Vampire
Park Min-su x GenderNeutral!Vampire!Reader
Warnings: Biting; Blood Licking/Drinking; Coming untouched; Alluding to Stalking; Yandere-esque behavior; Min-Su is your very own personal blood bank; biting kink; lmk if I missed anything !!
Song Vibe: First Time- Hozier
A/N: I am definitely going to expand on this more in the future. I say, knowing I will probably never touch this fic again... No but seriously if anyone wants any more vampire stuff (doesn't have to be Minsu btw) then I would be so pumped to write it after Kinktober is over!! Just lmk :3 It also doesn't have to be smut. I would be so down for some vampire fluff/angst :))
You had been nervous telling your beloved little boyfriend about your secret. He was so sweet, so innocent. You tried so hard to keep this dark, twisted side of you from him. But as the weeks turned to months, you realized it was much harder to hide this from a lover than you had thought.
Contrary to popular belief, most modern-day vampires weren't murderers. You had standards, morals, just like anyone else. There were some underground networks where you could get your blood pre-packaged from hospitals, blood banks, that sort of thing. However, drinking straight from the source did taste better. Thankfully, there were plenty of freaks out there who were into that sort of thing. They got off, and you got to feed.
But after dating Min-su for a few months, it became harder and harder to hide your secret meet-ups. You could sense how worried he was whenever you had to take another call from "nobody", or when you were texting "just an old friend". So, you had three options. Stop the meetups and tell Min-su your condition, keep meeting with your sources and hope for the best with Min-su, or stop your meeting and attempt to keep your cravings for fresh blood hidden.
You chose the final option, because of course you did.
The result? Min-su becoming even more worried as you got more and more frustrated, more and more angry. You stopped telling him good morning, greeting him with a grunt and a glance. You stopped with your little nicknames for him and asking about his day. You stopped initiating any form of intimacy, in fear that you might accidentally snap and bite him.
He hesitated to ask about it, assuming you were just having an off day, week, month. He assumed you would talk to him if you wanted him to know, he didn't want to pry, especially since he was so scared to lose you.
It wasn't until he walked into your apartment one afternoon, bringing some takeout that he knew you would just end up pushing around your plate, and saw you pacing the living room. The kitchen was in disarray, plates shattered on the ground, the sparse contents of your fridge thrown about the floor. Cabinets were thrown open, as if you were looking for something.
He set the takeout boxes on the kitchen counter, walking over to you. Before he could set a hand on your shoulder to try and stop your pacing, you turned to him, and that's when he saw it.
Your eyes.
They were red, black veins protruding around them.
You darted to the other side of the room, croaking at him to leave, that it wasn't safe there.
It was that day that you told him what you were. The monster that you were made into. How starving you were for fresh blood, how you had run out of the bags you kept in the fridge, the vials in the cabinets.
You sat and explained to him how you had become a vampire, who had turned you. How for the first 50 years of living like this, you loathed your existence. How the 30 after was better, but only slightly. Until you met him.
He made your existence feel a little more bearable. He made you truly understand what life was all about, and how you were actually happy to not have died that night, all those years ago.
Understandably, he was shocked. He thought, as any rational person would, that vampires weren't real. That they were something made up, used in horror films and teen romance novels.
Mostly, he was upset that you hadn't told him sooner, that you had kept such a big part of yourself from him. He understood, he reassured you of that, but he was still a bit disappointed that he didn't know sooner. It almost made you laugh, the absurdity of it.
It was then that he asked the question, the one you dreaded from the moment you heard him walk in.
"Are you... thirsty? Right now?" His voice was quiet, barely a whisper.
Almost as if he were scared to ask.
You were just as scared to answer.
"Yes. Min-su, I am very, very, thirsty," You croaked out, your throat sore and dry, "You should leave. I don't want to hurt you, Su."
That was when he proposed something. Something you shouldn't have accepted.
"You can, um, drink from me. If you wanted? I don't mind, seriously. I mean, I give blood all the time so it really isn't any different. And honestly it would probably be easier than giving blood. I hate needles, and I mean all you would have to do it bite-" He started rambling, in pure, nervous, Min-Su fashion, until you cut him off, placing your hand on his.
"Do you even understand what you are offering up? Once you do this, once you give in to me like that... I don't think I'll ever stop craving you. God, I love you so fucking much, I can't stand just being away from you, can you even imagine what it would be like if I got to taste you?" You asked, voice laced with longing and need.
You knew that once you started, it would be hard to stop. You knew he would never be able to leave you. The people you met up with every so often to drink from were nothing. You didn't care about them, their blood just a means to an end. But Min-Su? He was different. You hadn't even gotten to taste him and you were obsessed. You followed him to work every morning, unbeknownst to him. You knew his daily schedule, forward and backward. You knew his friends, family. You even started writing down whatever you could find on people he used to know, ex's, old employers, childhood friends, that sort of thing. You knew it was creepy, wrong. Exactly something a monster like yourself was expected to do. But you couldn't help it. You were more than obsessed. You needed him more than anything in this world. More than the blood you drank, which is why you had gone so long without it to begin with.
If you went through with drinking from him, you would be tied to him for the rest of his life, whether he liked it or not. You would follow him to the ends of the Earth, he would never escape.
Yet, when he began nodding in his acceptance, signing his fate, you couldn't stop yourself from gently, slowly, bringing his wrist to your mouth. From dragging your lips over his pulse, feeling it quicken at the touch. You glanced up at him, making eye contact. He looked confident, despite having a vampire kissing his pulse.
Then you bit down, softly, with your canines. You felt him wince, but as blood began to ooze out of his wrist, you couldn't be bothered to care. Your tongue dragged along the two circular punctures on his wrist, the sweet, yet metallic taste of blood overtaking your senses. You groaned against his skin, wrapping your lips around him and sucking, forcing more blood into your mouth, coating your tongue.
You had never tasted blood so divine, so addicting. You forced yourself to pull away, blood dripping down the corner of your mouth. You didn't want to over-do it, to drink more than was safe.
You looked up at him, your eyes seeming to go back to normal, not quite so red, the black veins receding back wherever they came from. He looked mesmerized. You expected him to look scared, to run, to look at you like a monster.
He looked at you like you were a goddess, like you hung the moon.
"I'm sorry, I didn't warn you or anything. Are you hurt? Does the bite hurt, Su?" You asked, your mind coming back to you, worry about him filling your head.
"What? I'm fine, great. Didn't even hurt much, y'know? I mean, it did hurt, but not in a bad way?" Min-su explained, blood rushing to his cheeks.
You chuckled, softly, understanding what he meant. It was the same feeling all of the other donors felt when you bit into them.
Ecstasy. Arousal. Whatever you wanted to call it. It overtook your senses to the point where the pain was barely even a thought.
That was how you got to where you are now, a few months later. Min-su had practically taken over as your free-use blood bank. He wore it like a badge of honor, constantly asking if you were thirsty, practically begging for you to drink from him. He had to wear long sleeves constantly, even in the warm months. You tried to keep them to where he could hide them, but it was so difficult when he moaned the way he did. When he whimpered your name like a prayer.
Drinking his blood, staying nourished, you don't even think that was the point anymore. You didn't care if you ever actually drank again, you could survive entirely on his pretty little noises and be just fine.
You two started living together as well, finding it more convenient for the both of you. Min-su's friends and family thought it was quick, but he didn't care, and neither did you.
Slowly, you fell into routine. Throughout the day, whenever Min-su wasn't working, you would nip at his skin, taking small sips of his blood whenever you wanted, causing him to whimper every time. Whenever he couldn't be home, whether it be work or an outing with friends or family that he couldn't blow off (again), you drank small sips from a vial of his blood until he could come home. It was his idea, the vial.
He had seen online that some people wear matching necklaces filled with each other's blood. Normally they were friends, and one of them wasn't a vampire, but he brought the idea up rather timidly.
"You could wear it all the time, that way if we weren't together you wouldn't be left with nothing... it's dumb, I shouldn't have even-"
You cut him off, leaning over and kissing his cheek comfortingly, "I would be honored to wear one, as long as you were alright with it. I honestly shouldn't be drinking directly from you as much as I have anyways, bad for your skin to be constantly prodded like that."
You wore it. Every day, 24/7. You normally didn't even really drink from it when he was gone. Sometimes you would just open it, smelling the metallic smell of his blood, and that would be enough.
Your nightly routine rarely differed. You wanted to make the times where you actually fed, not just small sips here and there, special for him. Romantic. You dimmed the lights, lit candles throughout the room, and waited, wearing his favorite items and laying in bed.
The first time you even used rose petals, but the scent made his allergies act up, so you decided that simple was enough.
Especially since you knew he didn't care about any of it as soon as you were on top of him.
The way you would gently remove his clothes, kissing every inch of skin as it became exposed. The way you would graze your fingernails along his neck, chest, thighs. How you would look up at him as your mouth made contact with his upper thighs, softly kissing the inner portion before biting down, sucking and lapping up the blood.
The world could be burning down around him, and he wouldn't have cared one bit.
You were always so gentle, so kind, praising him for how good he was taking it, how he was so brave for letting you drink from him.
You would remove your mouth, looking up into his eyes to say, "You are such a good boy f'me, Su. Really. You taste amazing, can't get enough," Your mouth and chin glistening maroon from his blood.
You could tell he got off on it, and honestly, you couldn't be happier. He was so happy, so good, he deserved to have an enjoyable time, too.
You hadn't realized how much he got off on it until one night. Your nails were digging into his sides, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin. Your teeth had sunk holes into three different spot already, and you were lapping up the dark, sticky fluid from a bite just below his hardening cock trapped in his boxers.
You were so busy sucking, leaving bruises and hickies along with your bites, that you didn't even notice how needy he was, how close he was. How could you? You hadn't even touched him there.
All of a sudden he was tense, his thighs clenching, groans and small whimpers pouring out of his mouth.
You immediately sat up, tearing yourself away from his thigh, worried something had happened, that you had taken too much, that you had hurt him in a way you hadn't intended.
"What's wrong? Shit. Min-su, what happened? Did I do too much?" You were panicked, glancing around your room for your cell phone, hoping you had enough time to call for an ambulance.
"I- I'm okay... more than okay, yeonin..." He panted, unable to meet your gaze.
You climbed on top of him, grabbing his face with your hand and turning him to face you, "You can tell me if I went too far, you know? I won't be mad. I promise, just tell me," You whispered, resting your forehead against his.
"You didn't. I swear, it was... good," He replied, his face somehow getting redder than it already was.
You were confused, understandably. He had never reacted like that, tensed up and groaned. You wondered what had really happened.
That was, until you sat back, your ass planted directly on Min-su's lap, causing him to buck into you, whimpering at the sudden stimulation.
Oh.
So that is what that was about. You finally understood, a knowing smirk making its way onto your face.
"Did my good boy get too excited to help me? Hmm? I didn't even get to touch you, Su," You teased, giggling as you climbed off of him.
You would have helped him more, but you knew that you had to bandage and clean him up before long so that infection didn't set in. Plus, the look of blissful exhaustion on his face told you he couldn't handle being taken by you just yet.
Maybe another time, you thought to yourself before going to grab the bag of gauze and bandages, wondering how you ever got so lucky to have a boyfriend like him.
