#vampire!baek

[relaxedreptile]

Vampire

Pairing: Baekhyun X Reader

Sexual content: many mentions of what a mouth can do, biting.

A/N: A bit different from what I usually write. Also, a bit short. All in good fun.

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The eleven year old you that had been bitten by two dogs, one cat, and hundreds of mosquitoes, would never expect to enjoy the feeling of your boyfriend's teeth tracing the side of your neck as much as you did. Or sinking into your hipbone. Or pulling on your lip.

While his long, gentle fingers could pleasure you inside and out, it was his teeth nipping at your inner thigh that really brought you to the edge. While his agile tongue knew exactly when and where to swipe, it was his teeth nibbling on your ear that forced your body to release the moan you were trying to hold in. While his pretty, pink lips filled your mind day and night, it was his teeth (and what he did with them) that could have you under his control in seconds.

Baekhyun was attentive and observant (especially during sex), and caught on to the meaning of any little noise that escaped you or any action your body performed. You were shy and unsure (only during sex), so you thanked the gods that Baekhyun realized how much you loved the dance his teeth could perform on your body without having to confess yourself.

Sometimes, when you weren’t careful and Baekhyun’s dominant side came out to do to you what he really wanted to do to you, he would make you beg for it.

Beg for his mouth and teeth to be perfectly positioned along your body. Beg for his tongue to join his fingers. Beg for his jaw to just clamp down on your collarbone already.

Of course, it was all in good fun. Baekhyun enjoyed biting just as much as you enjoyed being bitten.

[baekhyuntella]

“Important safety tip - never look a vampire in the eye.”

[bkhyn-d]

dinner.

Baekhyun waits for the storm to subside into a light drizzle before he ventures out again. The moon, partially obscured by grey clouds, casts an eerie glow on the world below. Baekhyun pulls the hood of his jacket over his head, a weak attempt to hide his glowing ruby eyes. He laughs darkly to himself; he probably shouldn't have worn white.

The bridge near the outskirts of town wasn't a popular place with the public. Due to years of neglect, the river was terribly polluted and only the desperate would use the feeble structure as a means of shelter. The homeless. The abandoned. The powerless. Those with nothing left to lose, no reason left to care and willing to welcome any means of ending their suffering.

Baekhyun was a regular there.

A solitary man walks with unsteady steps towards Baekhyun's white hooded figure, an empty bottle of alcohol in one hand and what looks to be a small knife in the other. Baekhyun freezes.

"What you doin' here, pretty boy? Here to laugh?" The man's voice is raspy, filled with anger.

Baekhyun narrows his eyes as the man points at him with the knife. Hysterical, choked laughter spills from his lips as the bottle slips from his other hand, eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Go on, laugh. I have no one left, nothing left. It's hilarious! Laugh!"

But Baekhyun doesn't see anything funny. His eyes are downcast in silence.

"I SAID LAUGH!"

The man lunges forward, stabbing randomly with wild abandon. His shouted words blur into each other as he loses all rationality. Baekhyun sidesteps his knife, and grabs his wrist. The man lets out a broken cry as Baekhyun's grip tightens, and the knife falls from his powerless hand to join the bottle on the ground. The forgotten dregs of sanity seem to come back to the man when Baekhyun lifts his wrist up to his parted lips. The man only gets one look at the blood red eyes before Baekhyun sinks his fangs into his flesh.

And in seconds, it's over.

[bkhyn-d]

lunch.

Kate stares listlessly at the trees swaying against the backdrop of a darkening sky through the window. Her history teacher was talking about some war, but Kate had stopped listening for too long to guess which one. The only thing that eventually broke the monotonous droning was the telling rumble of thunder that echoed through the room and the first flecks of water against the glass. Kate suppresses a groan; she hated the rain, and now they were guaranteed to be in for a storm. Turning back to face the front of the room, Kate focuses on the clock on the wall, the second hand slowly bringing lunchtime closer. Kate clenches her fists. She can feel her nails digging into her palms and, for only the briefest moment, worries that she might draw blood.

Blood.

The bell finally rings and Kate looks through the window once more. The rain was now pouring down in sheets, blurring the world. Kate inwardly curses herself for not bringing an umbrella. If she was lucky, her mother would be able to pick her up, but Kate had already mentally resigned herself to waiting for two hours to catch a bus home at the end of the day. Yet even with that gloomy prospect imminent, Kate could feel her heart starting to thud in anticipation in her chest. With one last longing look around the sheltered classroom, Kate leaves the room. As the door closes behind her, she can hear a familiar voice calling 'you're not going outside, are you?' but takes no notice of it. Without a backwards glance, Kate runs towards the school gates. There would be no room for hesitation today. 

Even as she tries to ignore the abysmal weather conditions, Kate can feel her clothes growing heavier and heavier with rain, and her warm breath was being expelled in visible puffs in the cold air. She scans the area. Nothing. Kate breathes in deeply and exhales in a violent shudder. She pulls her jacket tighter around herself.

"You're here."

Kate feels a shiver run down her spine that has nothing to do with the cold wind which had suddenly picked up and everything to do with the low murmur which had come from behind her. Kate turns around to meet piercing red eyes. For the briefest moment, she swears she had seen a flash of anger in their depths but she was quickly distracted by the fact that she was no longer being drenched. A black umbrella covers them both and Kate is suddenly all too aware of how close she is to the boy holding it, instinctively taking a step back while a hand flies to her neck. The boy smirks.

"Not today Kate, I don't like my lunch cold."

"I'm not cold, Baekhyun," Kate fires back, fighting back another a shiver.

"Fine; I don't like my lunch wet." Baekhyun's smirk grew. "Actually no, that's not completely true."

Kate feels blood rush to her cheeks as she looks down, all of a sudden fascinated by the way the rain hit the pavement. Baekhyun's face grows sombre as he lifts her chin with a single, pale finger. Kate could not look away from his crimson eyes now even if she had wanted to. Completely focused, Baekhyun brushes a dripping lock of hair away from her face. Every touch of his fingers against her skin feels like fire.

"I was joking. And I meant it when I said 'not today'," his fingers ghost along Kate's jawline "But if you're going to tempt me like that, I'm not going to be able to resist." Baekhyun's hand comes to a rest at her neck, caressing it. 

Kate swallows drily. Right. He gently turns her head to the side and Kate knows exactly what he is staring at. A crescent shaped scar on her neck, an indelible mark of their first meeting. Kate closes her eyes as she feels Baekhyun's thumb brushing over it repeatedly. The motion is almost soothing if she could just forget who was doing it. 

Kate had almost forgotten that it was still raining until she felt the raindrops against her cheeks, eyes fluttering open. Her only warning sign was the sight of the black umbrella, now tossed aside and unwanted, on the ground beside them. Kate inhales sharply as she feels his lips against her neck, his smirk against her skin, his tongue running over her scar. She knows only too well what will happen next: the sharp pain as his concealed fangs pierce through followed by the abrupt weakness as her knees buckle from the sudden loss of blood. 

But the pain never comes. 

Baekhyun's lips linger for a little longer before he pulls back. Kate stares, mute. Baekhyun breaks the silence with light laughter, but his eyes burn brightly as he runs a hand through his now damp hair. 

"Not today."

With that, he turns around and starts to briskly walk away from the school. Kate didn't know how long she had spent simply staring at Baekhyun's retreating figure, but when she had come to her senses enough to call out 'w-wait, your umbrella!', he was already well out of earshot. Kate gingerly reaches down to pick up the umbrella when she notices a price tag still attached to the handle. She flips it over, and in flawless script it read:

You didn't bring one, did you? Don't get sick. Stupid human.

As the bell signalling the end of lunch rings behind her, Kate briefly wonders if pushing people's buttons was a vampiric requirement.