Hobi(Vampire) X Reader(Vampire), Jimin (Human) X Reader. (Mentions of Kihyun from Monsta X)
Genre:Vamipre AU
Rating: 18+, Explicit
Summary: As a businesswoman you have two rules. Your new human assistant and best client will push you to break both. A misplaced ulterior motive, vampire politics and all the fun vampire stuff ;P
Chapters: | 1 | 2
Tags: @eyelessmin
Word Count: 3663
Your wakeup call consisted of your watch vibrating with heavy pulses and your phone blaring an air horn. Waking the dead needs considerable noise. On a few occasions Hannah had needed to wake you and it only resulted in you scaring her which is not what you wanted. Ever.
You opted to keep your black out blinds hanging down even though it was nightfall. You’d lost appreciation for the darkness, which was currently intruded by a blanket of orange below. The beauty of the dawn dragged your interest more these days. The beeps of the security panel of the entrance to your apartment prompted you to shift yourself. Hannah arriving bang on time as per usual. Hoiking some jeans on, shoving a plain fitted tea on and quickly making a tidier mess of your hair into a bun made you more or less presentable. By the time you’d joined Hannah around the breakfast bar there was already a mug of perfectly warmed blood substitute at 37.5c. Her hands were cradling a steaming mug of decaf coffee with a hazelnut shot. A scent you’d certainly miss first thing in the evening.
“How did you sleep?”
“I struggled today, it was too hot during the day. So if I lose concept of reality today I apologise”
“Noted” you chuckled.
“Did you see on the news about the murders?”
“Yeah, remind me to tell Hobi he’s doing a shit job” you bantered
“It’s always baffled me how more of the public don’t get more suspicious of actual vampires and just accuse people of being fanatics instead”
“Humans have always denied things they would be threatened by, I mean you won’t hear me complaining. I suppose to the average joe we’ve always been fictitious and seems unreasonable to be real”
“This is true, guess it’s a good thing you guys can hypnotise people to stop them revealing anything”
“Think how nice it’ll be to not have to worry about all this while you’re gallivanting across the world”
“Just being aware though, I’ll always be looking for signs and I know you’ll keep in touch”
“I told you you’ll struggle to get rid of me”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way”
“Going back to Hobi, he made a pass at me again yesterday annndd made me agree to a dance at the charity event”
“I’m telling you, boy got it bad for you, I think you just should, he’s always been good to you. Plus you need to get laid”
“Yeah alright” Giving her the finger
“It’s like you forget people are drawn to you, you could literally get any human you wanted”
“It’s an evolutionary perk for sure. I just get too busy with work you know that”
“Or maybe you could flutter your eyelids at Kihyun today?”
“Now that is not a half bad idea you know”
“Well let’s get gone then, otherwise we are going to be late”
None of the guys helping you organise the gala complain when you suggested a work and drinks night at The local vampire bar. You’d easily hired the VIP section giving you room from the average punters.
When you’d arrived you were quickly chauffeured through the main bar. Dark red walls, black furnishings easily added up to the gothic vibe of the place. The bartenders were rushing calmly behind the bar dealing with the ever growing swarm at the bar.
You’re charity ball crew consisted of four people excluding yourself. You had your business Manager Yoongi. Guy acted indifferent but he’s as loyal as anything. He’s been with you from the start.
Hannah and Jimin.
Finally Kihyun, the only external source you regularly consulted with. He was from the Legal section of the vampire council. He basically makes sure any official vampire events jump through all the right hoops and there is minimal risk of human exposure. He was painfully facetious, a huge benefit to his role; had the tendency to rub people up the wrong way with it. You’d spent a lot of time with him when you first got introduced into the council, back then he was an assessor while you were in training. In a nutshell you were on the end of facetious work Kihyun. There was politely speaking friction, being told what to do is not a strong suit you’ve ever acquired. With this aside the physical attraction between you was undeniable. The concoction of both situations led to several heated sessions after you were no longer being assessed.
In a beat you felt the searing stare. Beneath the short choppy hair, Kihyun eyes glowed with a dangerous aura that you were nothing but weak for.
“How is it you’re the one that’s always late?” Yoongi jested with a dash of seriousness. Out of everyone in the room, he is the only one who would call you out on any of your shit.
Ignoring his comment you slid your black portfolio folder onto the table as you took your seat, Hannah taking a seat beside you.
“I’ll make the work part quick so we can move swiftly on to drinks. With the safety first mantra, where are we at?” The question directed towards Kihyun who was mid sip of his of what you guessed was rum and coke; with blood of course.
“I’m happy my end, I’ve reviewed the security with Veronica’s lot and seems all good. Appropriate mind privacy has been performed. Paperwork wise event information has all been submitted. Nothing more is outstanding my end”
“Good, Jimin?” You’d left him in charge of invites and guest list and catering.
“All RSVP’s are back and guest lift drafted, Veronica’s head of security has it along with photo ID’s of each guest. Caterers have final numbers, they’ll be in setting up in the afternoon before. Yoongi will be in overseeing” Yoongi nodded in agreeance.
“Zintax shots all booked in” he added
“Good, Han?”
“The fund is all set up, all guest have the information. We can start accepting donations from midnight tonight. Venue account all settled. All good.
“So nothing is actually outstanding? Sounds like we’re all set. Good job everyone. Now let’s all go enjoy the evening.
“Are you still determined to keep the charity we are supporting a secret until you announce it on the night?” Jimin queried, probably speaking for everyone in the room. This was confirmed with eyes suddenly brightening with curiosity. A light suddenly igniting in the dim room of waning concentration.
“Yep, this one is really close to my heart and I’m keeping it close to my chest. I think it will surprise you all”
//
Copious amounts of alcohol later. Everyone was vibing to the base and rhythm of the music. Space at the bar was hard to come by and claustrophobic. The humans in the cages suspended from the ceiling were never tiring and danced seductively to the music. You had to reassure Jimin that they were just for show and no harm comes to them. Thankfully with most of the patrons being vampires the overwhelming throb of blood pulsing through people’s veins was one less thing you had to keep control of yourself over. Eventually you emerged at the shore of the bar, the heavy hoard of people briefly calmer behind you. You were jolted harshly forward, hips and stomach shoved against the bar. Frown quickly forming on your face. You shifted as best you could to show and throw some harsh words. You couldn’t. You became blocked in, pale arms, enclosed vulnerable to the body pressing into you. Body leaning back into it
“I was getting ready to deck you” irritation diffusing into a knowing smirk now graduating through your face.
“Rude” Kihyun stated.
“If you get in my space I’ll have something to say”
“You don’t normally complain” He added with a slightly harder nudge.
“And what makes you think I want that tonight?”
“Oh come on Y/N”
“Scuse me?”
You shuffled around, turning to face him
“Don’t play, you’ve been twirling your ring round your fingers like the goblin king. And you only get that fiddly for two reasons, and I know for a fact you never skip meals”
“Why does everyone feel like they need to weigh in on my sex life?”
“Hannah huh?”
“Of course”
“You may be over 100 now but that is one card that you suck at keeping close to your chest”
He wasn’t lying. And you’d be momentarily offended if that wasn’t the case. You pouted regardless. He did not fall for it.
“Hey it’s cool we’re probably more animal than human after all” Again he was right.
“Are you going to buy a girl a drink or can we move somewhere I’m not constantly being shoved by assholes.”
“1. You should be buying me a drink and 2. I think we should just save both our times and head off don’t you?”
“Don’t need to ask me twice”
//
Your top had promptly been given a new home on the floor before the door had even closed and had your back thrust against it. No oxygen required by either of you made the hot forceful kisses never ending and intoxicating. You both grappled at each other greedily, hands gripping, squeezing tighter and tighter. Breaths becoming closer together, entwining as one more and more. You hardly even noticed the pin pricks of red bubbles smeared like on your lips and below your mouth. Kihyun realising first swiping your lips before his thumb was in his mouth, eyes holding yours through a grin round his thumb worthy of satan.
“Better?”
Legs now round his waist, your head now angling down, and lips unable to bear being parted. Hips harsh against you, keeping you flush against the wall. The pinch of fingertips underneath your thigh biting.
You unhooked your legs. Gently allowing your feet to fall the floor, hands flat against his heaving chest. Within a beat you’d shoved him across his apartment and had his body pinned under you on the sofa. You both being vampires no strength had to be held back.
“Better” you finally agreed. The hands pinning his above his head loosening, skimming down his arms. Peak of your nails leaving trails of red against his pale skin.
You sat up and dropped back onto his thighs, elastic of your bra band releasing as you unhooked the clips. His hands rested on your hips, eyes famished and soaking up the view. You let him have his fill.
Greedy little Ki
Your fingers tugged the white shirt from his waist. Faded memory of his milky skin flush against yours prime in your mind and the weight of his chest firm against your breasts.
You could have pried the buttons on his shirt from their stitching. You didn’t. Opting to instead to prolong the shine of desperation and shadow of impatience radiating in his eyes, his iris’ blowing out nearly all black.
Each button interrupted by a cruel circle of your hips.
“You’re infuriating, you know that” he hissed, eyes darkening to midnight seeing your bottom lip tuck under your teeth at one side.
You did know
“1 left” you affirmed, nipping the shell of his ear.
“Ugh” he growled sitting up, tilting you back. Firm hand on the curve of your back. Stealing your lips harshly. Wet kisses, hot breaths. Groans through smirking lips. Your hands gripping and pulling at the back of his coal hair tighter and tighter.
“Mmm Ki” You whined. His free hand sly in how delicately it had traced up your thigh. His touch could be as light as a tantalising each goose bump … or harsh, leaving bruises that even with your advanced healing abilities took a few hours.
You keened, exposing your neck to him, a vast blank canvas. His lips eager to paint using the shades of crimson and rose. His fingers were pressed to the front of your wall, your tilted position giving him the extra few centimetres. Your hips pushed forward, crying for the attention of the pad of his hand. Your bud never getting what It needed. Your whine of protest was cut short, Kihyun’s lips tugged up in a smirk catching your breathes of dis-content.
“Always so inpatient”
“Quiet” You snapped back. Leveraging your grip with one hand grasping for the hand between your legs.
“You won’t be” He warns.
“Mmph” Kihyun groaned.
“Says the guy who had to be gagged last time”.
“Or do you not remember how much you were begging for me” His face shoved to the side fingers harsh against his cheek. Pad of your hand on his throat. Your other hand fiddling his trouser buttons undone with precision before his jeans made friends with your shirt on the floor.
Kihyun’s head keened back in the sofa, hissing through his pursed lips, fingertips stung sweetly in the side of your thighs. The relieved moan in your throat as you lowered yourself onto him verberating through the room.
Kihyun apparently riddled with impatience, pushed himself up. Your legs instantly wrapped round his side. Once again he was slightly beneath you, head pushed down on his forehead, deep drawn out breathless moans forced past your lips when his hips snapped up with your weight on him.
“Why do we not do this every day” the words jolted out of you.
“Mainly because you’re a slave to… work and would rather make sure everyone else… is getting their needs met”
“And not remotely because your all over the country all of the time” You challenged back clenching around him. Rewarding you with a sweet moan
Your phone started to ring. Two overlapping tones reached your ears. Both of you stopping. Just your breaths in the dead of the room winding down mixed with your ring tone.
“Ugh” You whined. Throwing your head back in a sulk. Kihyun growled in agreeance before tapping your thigh.
“Your on top” Kihyun defended, the scowl on your face laced with annoyance.
“What do you want Hobi?”
“You’re needed at the hanger, the asshole that’s been killing those people is in custody”
“Really?” Spoken more like a teenager who’s been asked to clean his room, than a council person relieved a guy is off the radar now.
“Oh sorry am I interrupting something? Someone threatening our exposure not important enough?”
“Sorry SIR!, I’ll be right there”
“And try and get hold of Kihyun, I’m not having another legal appointment come out of our budget. I know he’s in town”
“Sure, I’ll try, I’ll let you know if I have any trouble”
As if he wasn’t slowly wasn’t shuffling into jeans in front of you, semi smirk on his face amused by your nonchalant lying. He only spoke when he’d heard the beep of the hang up on your phone.
“Hanger?”
“Yep” The scowl on your face dark as your mood. Kihyun beckoned you to the edge of the bed with his finger. You obeyed after shimmying on your underwear. He pulled you over his leg by your ass.
“We can finish this later yeah?” More hopeful than anything.
“You know I’ll have to write the reports”
“But you’ll neeeed me for the notary signature” He pined, hanging on to your hands.
“And I’ll call you when I’m done” Finite in a kiss to his forehead. Kihyun’s eyes descended and he only had a pout on his face.
“You’re joking right”
“If you’re with me I won’t get the report done straight away, you’ll be fucking me instead and you know how Hobi is. He likes it done quickly” You paused cruelly enjoying the whine while you redressed. Your smile no longer restrained, as his pout grew larger.
“Course I’m fucking joking you moron” He easily caught the leather jacket you’d launched his way. You flew off before his frown and his lips began uttering profanities at you.
//
The building was a relatively sized air hanger in a disused private airfield that the council now owned. The light seeping from the crevices of the hanger ignited the way you two headed.
The airfields lights were rarely on, wasn’t like we needed the light to see. The grass wasn’t uncared for but it wasn’t pristine either, long enough to move along with the biting breeze. A black SUV was motionless and quiet outisde.
Great, Hobi’s here already
An equally motionless black van was parked next to the SUV. The prisoner transport vehicle. The vamp would be secured in the bag, silver wrapped round every limb. His head would be put through another silver chain that was bolted and secured to the van. When the silver is searing the skin so tight you are not going to want to move.
Kihyun opened the small door to the side of the large rectangular hanger doors for you to go first.
The white light was all too natural. Your eyes took a flicker to adjust. Thankful your fleece lined leather jacket was comforting your limbs. The icy wind from outside forced it’s way in through the crevices of the metallic skeleton, the draft was harsh. You didn’t feel the cold as much as humans, but at the same time you were still very much able to appreciate the comfort of being cozy and snug.
Four pairs of eyes fell on you. Two pair’s indifferent coming from two burley security guys either side of the prisoner. The third set of eyes in between the security guys went from clenched shut to blossoming dread. Blood leaked down his face as the tears etched a new red path, tired cries filled with knowledge his evening was only going to get worse. Burns in a line on his neck, fangs extended out by pain. He was strung from the high ceiling, seat barely just touching the ground, metal at his wrists sizzling away giving off smoke. The fourth pair of eyes were a given. The dark stoic pupils waivered for a few movements, quickly doing a back and forth between you and Kihyun. His arms remained folded until you both were within touching distance.
“Oh so I was interrupting” He spat. Jealousy did not look good on him.
“Ready?” He checked.
“Yep, simple code beam?” You and Hobi both took a step forward. Kihyun remained behind you.
“We can skip the pleasantries this time Evan, I think your crimes of slaughtering multiple humans in their homes skips that”
“Can you verbally confirm with me why you are here”
“For the…murders” he choked.
“Be more specific” You said, words hard and harsh.
“For the 7 murders”
7?
“2 were on Simon’s area” Hobi put forward quietly, a small nod of acknowledgement on your part. You really should be more up to date with local stuff.
“Do you have any questions or complaints about the accusations before I’m told the evidence that Mr Jung has which I’m sure will quite easily condemn you?”
Vampire crime and punishments was not as lenient as human law. Evidence was also not as crucial, as sole authority in your area whatever your decision was it will be. Minimal questions asked.
“No, Maa’m” He sobbed. Pretty red droplets formed on the floor.
“Very well” You parked yourself into a chair, legs crossed over the other and motioned Hobi to continue”
//
“Enough!” Raising your voice at Evan to a near growl rising from your chair. He’d begun cursing and spitting venom after Hobi revealed statements he’d accrued from his informants.
“The only thing you should be cursing is your stupidity, going and bragging about it in a club”
Hobi had pivoted back behind you as you stood forward.
Calm.
“You know what the punishment is don’t you” Your forefinger and thumb clenching his cheeks. The jet black of your nails suiting perfectly with the heavy red at his cheeks.
One of the worst thing about vampires and fear, you cannot see the blood drain from their face.
With a quick motion of your hand the statues beside him animated forcing his mouth open, gurgled cries left Ethan’s mouth, childlike, desperate. One holding the squirming body still the other prying his mouth open. The tray shining beside him, gleaming taking your eye. The plyers crying your duty on the silvery tray filling your with more happiness than you’d ever care to admit.
“There’s a way assholes like you cry when they know what’s coming”
“Did you once think about how the families of your victims would feel?
“Nooooo” He cried
“There’s seven families now grieving, a whole shit ton of work for us to do now” You dragged the plyers in a soft motion across his chest.
“Just let me burn” He wailed.
“Oh we will, the sun comes up in…” You checked your watch
“20mins. You’ve interrupted my evening and caused the council a whole lot of grief so you’re going to suffer for those 20minutes”
You gazed at the two boys behind you.
Hobi dressed in black trousers and a white tucked in shirt, arms folded one hand resting on his chin. There was a delighted turn up at the side of his lips. Kihyun was not impressed by the extra violence, his scowl was unwavering.
Multiple curses were spat at you. One fang dropped to the floor splashing in the ever growing splats of blood.
“10 minutes” you affirmed.
“Now do I pull the second one or not?” You asked no one but the air.
“No please, nooooo” Ethan whimpered, tired and desperate.
Kihyun was pleading with his eyes behind Hobi.
“Ugh fine” you said out loud, rolling your eyes.
“1 Minute, open the doors” With the background of Ethan’s constant cries. All vampires present swiftly took steps to the side. A remote now in your hand, finger depressing on the door controls.
The large doors slowly opening, each inch bringing a higher cry from Ethan. Dawn sunlight creeping in inch by inch.
The electric of the doors whirring shut, Ethan, now nothing but a pile of ash littering the floor.
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