drink me in - h.hj
pairing: human!hyunjin x (vampire)fem!reader
genre: smut
word count: 2.6k
summary: hyunjin loves everything about vampires. he dresses like a vampire and even pretends to be one at his favorite vampy bar. he’s never been caught in the lie before and he’s always been too scared to take the final plunge…until he meets you.
tags: sub!hyunjin (sort of), blood drinking, nipple play, biting/marking, hyunjin gets turned, unprotected sex, softdom(femme fatale)!reader, perversion of christianity, cum eating, oral sex
a/n: written while drinking cherry wine and inspired by fangtasia in true blood. the flowery tone switch is when things get serious. HAPPY HALLOWEEN (∩˃o˂∩)♡
hyunjin's eyes stare deeply into the martini glass of a-positive. the rim of the glass remains untouched as he swirls it, not yet ready to commit to taking a drink. he's done this before but he's never gone this far. he doesn't even know what blood tastes like.
"i must really look like one of them if they served me blood" he thinks with a smirk.
he does. his nails are long and painted a sheer blood red (they're fake but nobody would notice). dark red contacts are housed between his heavily made-up lids, a sharp contrast to the face he's painted deathly pale. he exudes a cold aura despite being one of the few people whose heart is capable of thumping to the loud bass that fills the bar.
he likes the noise his nails make on his half-leather half-lace outfit. he shivers as one of the sharp claws grazes over his barely concealed nipple. turning around the crowded bar, he searches for his target for the night. the bar is filled with vampires and thrill-seekers all searching for connection. hyunjin liked the game. he'd flirt like a vampire and disappear into the night just when things were about to get bloody. neither human nor vampire had ever caught the scent of his deception.
an icy hand grasps his back.
there's barely anything between your hand and his skin; the thin fabric gave little protection. he arches his back away from you, startled by your presence. his nose fills with the scent of dried flowers and stone. curious, he turns around to put a face to the energy he felt behind him. your eyes examine him unabashedly, feeling no need to hide your attraction. your nails clink on the glass lightly when you reach behind him to take his drink. he doesn't attempt to stop you. tonight's adventure has come to him. a fire ignites in his belly watching you sip the blood without breaking eye contact with him.
an aggressive pulse beats in the neck hyunjin turns to avoid your pressing gaze when you return the glass to the bar behind him. he gets an inkling that he's somehow become tonight's target. its disregarded as quickly as it came. his head once again turns to meet your eyes with a dangerous smirk.
his fate is sealed by the motion to you to sit down next to him. your tongue slowly licks the light dusting of blood off of your lips. it's his turn to take you in. he takes his time studying the tight outfit you're wearing, the thick jewelry that hangs around your neck, the bloodless skin beneath your clothes. he's entranced.
"are you one of us?" you ask. this is his last chance, unbeknownst to him.
he leans close. his lips tickle your ear as he whispers “do you want me to be?”
you've known since the moment you laid eyes on him that he wasn't really a vampire, you just wanted to know why he'd gone through the trouble of pretending to be. the usual human thrill-seeker didn't put so much effort into blending in with the night. you wouldn't dare complain, though. ivory body paint gives even greater definition to the muscles that show beneath his shirt. the soft features on his face appear sharper with the cool grey he'd used for contour. something about this beautiful falsehood entices you.
with his glass now empty, hyunjin needs a new drink. his non-blood pick of poison is a cherry vanilla spiced rum. warm and dark, fitting for the environment. he downs one shot then another before looking back to you observing him hungrily, imagining how he tastes.
he allows you to lead him to the dance floor. goth-electro plays at an almost hypnotic rhythm as you release yourself to the environment surrounding you. hyunjin sways with his eyes closed and a hand on your hip. with every movement of his head he looks more delicious. even the hands running through his hair flashed thick veins beneath the soft skin.
your hands play at the exposed skin on his chest, each motion pulling him closer to you until your mouth is centimeters from his. not yet ready to taste the blood on your tongue, hyunjin shifts so that your lips meet his neck. to taste humanity would leave him somewhere between human and beast. your tongue traces the large artery tethering him to this life as he grits his teeth.
"not here," you say as you turn around to press your ass into his crotch. your hands rest atop his as he grips your breasts and traces the curves of your body.
he's not really listening. his fingers begin to tug at the hem of your dress, testing how much of you you're willing to let him explore on the semi-lit dance floor. your outfit won't allow him to really touch you. the thick leather and spikes stand in his way. he feels himself begin to frustrate at the inability to properly feel you. his heartbeat begins to match the quick pace of the music that surrounds you.
"where else might we go?" he asks, his tongue dripping with deceit. a part of him still thinks he might disappear into the night having tricked another person. he somehow believes that he possesses the mental fortitude to resist the call of his body to your own.
you lead him through a winding corridor to what could only be described as your lair upstairs. save a red table lamp, the hanging canopy swallows all light. he takes a confident seat at the edge of your bed, darkness enclosing him on all sides.
open-mouthed kisses to his jawline force him to compromise his first principle. he longs to feel the roughness of your tongue in his mouth. his eyes are struggling to stay open as his resolve cracks. just a kiss and then he will slip way. one kiss. "surely, there isn't much blood left over from my drink," he thinks. perhaps more desperately than he intended to sound he says, "kiss me."
a truly devilish look is displayed on your face as you shift upward to reach his soft lips. it feels like you’re going to swallow him. his face is a beautiful mess of pink and white from a mix of your lipstick and his face paint. his heart is pounding as he pulls you into his lap and grinds upward. thoughts of making his escape begin to fade as he sucks on your tongue. his fake nails claw at your back when your real ones travel beneath his shirt to tease his nipple.
if not now, he’ll never leave. he’s already tasted ghost of metallic blood on your tongue. it’s already too far. he must silence the voice telling him to blow his cover and let you taste him.
through unsteady breaths he manages to squeeze out "i have to go."
"do you? go on then." you disconnect your lips from his.
he doesn't move an inch. you start to shift away from him, fixing your clothes and fiddling with your lashes. he pulls you back down, hard.
"stay."
"can i call you a liar?" your lips brush his lightly. it's barely a kiss. hyunjin feels the prick of your fangs on his bottom lip. you wait for permission. everywhere your hands touch feels hot. his head swims. he's never...he never even felt the desire to...you run a sharp nail over his chest one again while he decides. he wants more. "prove me untrue." he says. as the words exit his mouth your teeth pierce his lips.
it burns. as soon as you release him his lips begin to throb. each dot of blood that appears is quickly wiped away by your tongue. “cherries,” you say sarcastically into his mouth. he can only produce a hesitant smile in response.
despite his complaints you rise from his lap and stand above him, your eyes taking in the mild unrest you’ve already inspired in his person. he doesn’t hesitate to lean back when you drop to your knees in front of him, his cock already beginning to ache. painfully slow hands remove him from his pants. the glacial touch of your fingertips running up and down his thighs makes him shiver. he wills to chase the kisses that are travelling ever-closer to where he wants you but your hands are keeping his legs spread and immobile.
your lips are centimeters above the skin of his thigh. the kisses you pepper on the shaft of his impatient are a sliver of mercy. “the femoral artery has always been my favorite, the connection between the heart and the unclean,” you speak into him as your nails press a line on the underside of his cock. his sigh of pleasure is interrupted by your teeth attaching to his inner thigh. the blood loss is more significant this time. his consciousness begins to float away as your tongue laps at the blood beginning to flow from his groin. he is both present and out of his body. eager to chase the euphoria he felt from the bite and your hands, he grasps your head and pushes it toward his center. regret is all he feels as your punishing fingers press into his fresh and aching wound. the relinquish of control dawns on him. drops of blood disappear between your breasts, drawing a whimper from him. your eyes roll back as you clean the red mess from your fingers. noticing him staring at your chest, your fingers dip into your shirt and gather his lifeblood.
“do you want to taste obscenity?” you ask with your hand just above his open mouth
in this moment he is aching for it. the last of his principles are washed away with the blood on your finger. he is no longer imitating impurity, he’s chasing it. you rise to join him once more on the bed.
"turn me," he whispers as his lips suck at the side of your neck. you pretend not to hear, unsure of the conviction of his whisper.
"turn me." he says more firmly. "i am a liar, make me true. turn me." to turn him is to make your essence his.
"do you relinquish your destiny for a life of cannibalism and suffering? one of endless hunger, bloodlust, and pleasure?" with this question you shift him to the floor beneath you. his eyes follow your foot as it presses closer to his cock. he is fighting to remain still so that you'll touch him. “yes,” he replies breathlessly.
"are you willing to turn away from light for eternity?" your hand grasps his cheek and forces him to break eye contact with the heel inching toward him. “yes,” he replies more confidently. he begins to grind on the heel pressing into him.
your hands pull at a crucifix hanging behind your bed, careful to only touch the string it hangs from. he gives you a puzzled look as you press the cold wood into the middle of his chest. he is your first. you’ve never felt the pain of your own teeth as they puncture your wrist. the pain is searing. the holy water you pour down your arm is the first warm thing you’ve felt in a century. he does not protest when your hands pull his head back. his mouth hangs open to eagerly accept his baptism.
his face is covered in blood and he gasps into your lacerated arm. he drinks as if he's awoken from a yearslong coma. there is no way for two creatures to be closer. his newly formed nails scratch at your back as he processes the only feeling he has, desire. want. want for you, your blood, your body. no thoughts cross his mind as his eyes roll back and he gives into his darkest, deepest desire. he is now of the devil, a creature of the night. gone are the limitations on deviance. if christians are to be born anew by the blood of christ, he is the undead embodiment of sin. he is marked by the crucifix, its shape burned into his skin forever.
he takes advantage of his position at your feet, removing your dress and opening your legs for him. he is dizzy and desirous. it feels as though he has no time. his fingers immediately plunge into you, matched in pace by the tongue that sucks at your clit as if it contains your life force. desperate to be inside you he scrambles to reach the bed. you growl at the loss of sensation, but he barely allows you to miss the slowly dissipating warmth of his body. his not yet fully formed fangs bite at your breasts and you cry out. this is new territory for each of you. the haze of new beginning grows when he finally enters you. his thrusts have no discernible rhythm, he is simply running. you mark his neck purely symbolically, something to memorialize his descent into darkness.
"im close god im close why can't i-" he teeters on the edge but can't seem to let go. he whines as his pleasure climbs a seemingly insurmountable peak. he tries to speed up, slow down, change angles, anything.
there must be something he can do to finally release the tension that is making every muscle in his body too sensitive. it hurts to keep going. his leg aches from his still open wound. his hair is covered in sweat. his body paint has long since melted, revealing a sickly complexion underneath. he feels weak and wild. his hips are ramming desperately into yours. when he sounds like one more second might end his newly dead life you begin to utter the words of permission.
“our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; the kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” the words struggle to leave your lips, distracted by the violent pounding of the fledgling above you.
at the midpoint you begin to massage your clit. the prayer falters as you press closer and closer to your peak. his fingers press the bite he left, pushing you over the edge. his arms falter as you squeeze around him and attempt to finish his induction.
“give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation-”
you pause to kiss him one last time as the last of his true humanity dissipates.
“but deliver us from evil. amen.” the last word is said with a smirk.
his arms give out underneath him when he cums with a painfully satisfied cry to the sky. heaven can no longer hear him and yet he feels the euphoria of the afterlife. the entirety of his weight rests atop you. he hasn't the strength to raise himself from the crook of your neck. you allow him to rest there and collect his mind. he lands next to you with a soft thud when he finally gains the strength to stop crushing you. your legs are stamped with his blood. fingers that move much more gently than before combine the blood that oozes between you with the mix of your arousals. his mouth lazily licks your fingers clean.
the air begins to warm around you, signaling morning is soon to come.
“can you walk?” you ask, lifting him from the ground.
as he knew he would when he took the first drink, he now exists between human and beast. the final step in his transformation lies in the corner of the room, dark and satin-lined. you help him into the coffin, whispering promises to join him soon as he loses consciousness. he could swear the last kiss you give him before closing the lid felt alive.
