feeding time with vampirebf!heeseung and things get nasty.
MDNI!! smut, blood, bloodplay, fingering, pussy eating, tiny bit of thigh riding, he(e) do be munching, not proofread
heeseung hovers over you, gently placing kisses along your jaw.
there’s a certain way his kisses feel on your skin. feathery, light, teasing. you know exactly what time it is. feeding time.
he jokingly calls you his own personal blood bank, which you honestly are. well, more like a snack bar that he likes to indulge in for special occasions or when he had a particularly rough day. once he had stepped through the door earlier you could tell that today was one of those days.
and that’s how you ended up here, laying on the plush pillows of your bed, completely at his mercy.
his hands roam over your body, retreating whenever you lean in too fast. “nu-uh,” he tuts, smile tugging at his lips, “patience pretty, patience.” it’s almost as if you’re the one about to consume the euphoric taste that keeps him alive, not him.
soon, his kisses travel further down south as he moves down your neck, nibbling at that one sensitive spot you both love, for different reasons. for a moment he pulls back and admires the two tiny circular marks. his, this means you're his.
smiling, he presses a few quick kisses on the marks.
“hee, please,” you breathe out. while you’ve been through this time and time again, the anticipation of the euphoric thrill never wavers.
the sounds that escape you only fuel his desire to drag this out as long as possible. hot, open mouthed kisses adore your skin, moving further south. he hears your blood roaring through your veins, tongue tracing the curves of your body.
your body instantly reacts to him and you squirm, aching for more; more touches, more sensation, more him.
“hey,” he mutters against “what’s got you so worked up, huh?” heeseung was a fucking tease, he knew you go crazy whenever he feeds off of you. this was practically playtime for him.
your hands move down to tangle your fingers into his hair. “please, i want you so bad.”
“aw, pretty baby, so needy,” he teases, big devastating smile on his face.
you huff, “ ‘ve been so good, please hee?”
big hands move down your waist, settling at your hips, thumbs tracing small circles on your skin. “can’t leave my best girl hanging, can i?”
after what felt like an eternity you finally felt his sharp fangs on your skin. not piercing, only grazing.
“hmmm, help me out baby,” he mumbles against your skin. “where should i start?”
you whine out in frustration, “don’t care, everywhere, all over, just do it.”
heeseung can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat. he loves that you’re so into this, loves that you do this for him. it’s the ultimate love confession.
moving up your body again, he places a quick kiss to your lips. “alright, alright, let’s start with the obvious then, shall we?” and with that his lips move down to your neck again. “you know what to do if–”
“yes hee,” you interrupt him “i know, please just do something.”
a quick chuckle escapes him before he finally sinks his fangs into the delicate skin of your neck.
soft sighs escape you and the sensation hits you instantly. the familiar drowsiness rushing to your head, accompanied by the tingles all over your body.
he drinks slowly, lapping at your skin, careful to not miss even a single drop. hand loosely holding your throat in place, not squeezing, grounding, just making sure you felt safe.
but this was just the start and both of you know it.
your hips slowly start moving, chasing the friction of his thigh and he instantly notices, flexing the muscle. a whimper escapes you and he bites down on your neck a little harder. “mm, taste so good angel. all for me, yeah?”
“yes,” you gasp, “just for you. more, please."
“so demanding,” he false scolds, but he’s never one to deny you.
after pressing a few kisses to the fresh bite marks he positions himself towards the end of the mattress. he softly nips at the dip of your waist, earning a few giggles out of you.
this time he doesn’t make you wait, skilled hands pulling down the material of your sweatpants. you move impatiently, kicking away the soft fabric gathering around your ankles.
“shh,” he soothes, “promise i’ll make you feel good.”
your head hits the soft pillows again and he starts placing kisses all over your upper thighs. being the tease that he is, he kitty licks all the way down to your inner thigh, making you clasp your legs around his head. he hums, pushing your leg away slightly, “gotta give me room to eat baby.”
and with no further warning he fangs meet your skin again, instantly sucking away at the sensitive skin. wild moans escape your throat, hands clawing at his shoulders. one of his hands finds yours, intertwining fingers.
he’s lived a long live, yet this – this will always be his favourite place. the rapid beat of your heart only fuels him and he gets more messy with it, blood now smeared all over your inner thigh.
“taste like fucking heaven, baby, best fucking blood there is”, and you can only whine in response. for a moment he stops, head lifting to look at you. hazy eyes look down at him, open mouth panting away.
a breathy “more” escapes you and his head dips again. but before he can indulge in you again, his nose picks up another smell. his eyes shift to your center and now he was the one that let out a moan.
“my god, look at you, you're dripping for me baby,” he mutters, index finger moving over the wet spot that formed on your panties. your hips instantly buck at his touch, chasing his touch. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you baby, you’ll have your fun”. and with that he licks a long stripe up your closed pussy. your mind goes blank, the blood loss made you dizzy already and but this – this was pure heaven.
his licks get more frantic as his hips start rutting into the mattress. both of you were a moaning mess, a symphony of lust and adoration. heeseung loves to tease, but he also has his limits; the smell of your arousal made his head spin. you gasp as he pulls at your underwear, cool air hitting you almost instantly.
but you have no time to further mull over the feeling as he straight up just dives into your cunt. he wasn’t slow with it, no he practically sucked the life out of you, lapping at the juices spilling out you, making sure not to waste even a single drop. you claw at him, nails leaving red marks on his shoulders and back. his name spills from your lips in a continuous loop, as if in prayer.
“mine,” he growls into your aching hole, “mine, mine, mine.” you want to say something, anything, but words have long left you. “laying here so perfect for me, letting me feed off of you in both ways,” he says with a chuckle.
his lips leave your puffy pussy and you whine, yet he doesn't leave you unsatisfied for long. fangs dig into your inner thigh again and you hiss, the wound feeling tender.
“‘m sorry baby, you need me to stop?”
“no,” you lull out, “don’t stop, wan’ it”
heeseung truly believes that you were sent as an excuse for all the lonely decades he has spent, there is no other way. he sinks his teeth back into you and sucks aggressively, making your legs thrash. your rapid movements result in his teeth pulling on your skin, blood flowing down your thigh.
wasting no time, he starts licking up the spilled liquid before he dives back into your throbbing heat. the taste of your arousal and blood mix and he feels himself getting dizzy. pure ecstasy spreads through his veins as he starts making out with your pussy, giving it the occasional bite. desperate moans and whines fill the room, echoing off the walls.
“hee,” you choke out, “‘m close.”
giving your aching folds one last nibble he props his elbows next to your head. the sight of him alone almost made you cum; mouth and chin coated in the mixture of your blood and arousal. he smiles down at you as he captures your lips in a messy kiss, hand traveling down south again.
three fingers push into you and you gasp against his lips. knowing your body like no other, he curls them upwards, ruthlessly abusing the sensitive spongy spot. feeling overwhelmed you bite down on his lip, making a growl escape his throat. his fingers speed up and before you can even warn him you’re overcome by the familiar blinding hot white flash. hips rutting into his hand, your arms pull him closer as your back arches up into him, he presses tiny kisses all over your face.
“there you go,” he praises, “my god you’re so pretty like this for me angel.”
slowly, your vision comes back to you, leaving you a panting sweaty mess underneath him. “breathe baby breathe, come i know you can do it.” his hands cradle your face, “deep breathe in,” he guides, waiting for you to mirror him. “and out.”
our racing heart slows and you’re hit by a wave of exhaustion. heeseung instantly notices, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms. soft kisses adore the top of your head, as his fingers trace mindless patterns on your back.
“my perfect girl,” he whispers between kisses “thank you.”
a weak him is all you can muster, nestling your head into his chest. with one hand he pulls the plush covers over you, before tucking your head under his chin. within seconds he notices your slowed heartbeat, knowing you're sound asleep.
“sweet dreams, my love.”
lin's note: this idea came to me while watching this edit. i love this edit. i would marry this edit. thank u to skye for hyping me up while writing this :p
synopsis: you were not thrilled about the move in of your new neighbour. mostly because he was so strange and seemed to be hiding something dark. and partly because you couldn’t stop yourself from getting closer to him because of your unwanted attraction. you were determined to expose his dark secret and get rid of him once and for all. but, it was proving to be a difficult task because he was just so irresistible..and needy.
genre: enemies to lovers, vampire au
warnings: lots of suggestive content!!(read at your own discretion), blood, alcohol, getting trapped in a lift, making out, teeth and biting(obviously)
note: this is like my first time writing something suggestive so i was a little nervous, but i think it turned out well! there's no smut tho. teeth is such a freaky song teehee, i hope this gives off the same vibes. listen to the song while reading this, enjoy!
word count: 5.2k
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fairy lights strung across the hallway cast a warm glow on the gaggle of your neighbours crammed into the shared corridor. plates heaped with enough food to feed a small army overflowed from a makeshift table, the air thick with the aroma of baked ziti and something suspiciously like burnt brownies.
it was the monthly floor potluck, a supposed chance for neighbourly bonding. you, however, stood alone by the shoe rack, arms crossed and a scowl firmly in place.
the source of your discontent? lee heeseung, the new resident in 3B. he'd moved in a week ago, and in that short time, had managed to charm the socks off everyone else. mrs. kim from 3A gushed about his "angelic smile," mr. lee from across the hall swore he'd single-handedly fixed the perpetually leaky faucet, and even the ever-grumpy mrs. park from 2B had softened to his "polite demeanour." you, however, weren't buying it.
there was something… off about him. he was a little too pale, a little too perfect. the way his eyes seemed to glint in the fairy lights sent shivers down your spine, not the good kind. maybe it was the way he never seemed to eat anything, politely declining every dish offered with a charming smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. or maybe it was just a gut feeling, a primal instinct screaming that there was more to heeseung than met the eye.
as you nursed your lukewarm coffee, heeseung materialised beside you, a plate piled high with (uneaten) pasta in his hand. his smile, as always, was dazzling.
"hey there! i'm heeseung, from 3b. i’ve been meaning to meet you for a while! everyone's been raving about you."
you narrowed your eyes at him. "is that right?"
he chuckled, a sound a little too melodious. "absolutely! they say you make the best chocolate chip cookies on the floor." he gestured to the burnt offering on the table. "though, these brownies look like they could use some work."
a sarcastic snort escaped your lips. "they're mrs. park's. apparently, baking isn't her forte."
heeseung's smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he recovered. "well, maybe next time you could bring your famous cookies," he suggested, his voice smooth as silk.
you raised an eyebrow, suspicion solidifying in your gut. "maybe i will," you said, your voice devoid of warmth.
heeseung seemed to hesitate, the air crackling with a strange tension. then, with another dazzling smile, he excused himself and moved on to mrs. kim, who was already gushing about his "nonexistent" culinary skills.
you watched him go, a cold dread settling in your stomach. he might be fooling everyone else, but you wouldn't be swayed by his facade. there was something about heeseung, something dark and unsettling, and you were determined to find out what it was.
weeks bled into months, and your suspicions about heeseung only intensified. he'd become the bane of your existence, a charming yet infuriating shadow that seemed to follow you around the building. every potluck, every hallway encounter was a constant push and pull between your icy suspicion and his playful facade.
he revelled in teasing you, his compliments bordering on flirtatious. "looking lovely today, aren’t you?" he'd purr, his eyes gleaming with an amusement that sent shivers down your spine. you'd counter with sarcastic remarks that usually sailed right over his head, leaving you more frustrated than ever.
one particularly rainy afternoon, you were rushing down the hallway, arms laden with groceries, when the treacherous floor betrayed you. your foot slipped, and you went sprawling towards the cold tile. but before you could hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you upright with surprising ease.
for a moment, you were trapped in heeseung's embrace. your ear was pressed against his chest, and a jolt of fear shot through you. there was no comforting thud of a heartbeat, just a chilling silence. his touch was icy cold, sending a wave of goosebumps erupting across your skin.
you scrambled away from him, a mixture of terror and anger twisting your features. "don't touch me!" you hissed, dropping a bag of groceries with a clatter.
heeseung straightened, his smile unwavering. "whoa there. just trying to be a good neighbour."
you glared at him, your voice trembling. "there's nothing neighbourly about you, heeseung. what are you?"
his smile faltered for a flicker of a second, a flicker you caught this time. but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual charming facade. "just a guy who likes to help out a damsel in distress," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
but the amusement didn't reach his eyes. they held a glint of something predatory, something that confirmed your worst fears. he wasn't normal. and whatever he was, it was becoming increasingly clear that he was toying with you.
you grabbed the remaining grocery bags, clutching them tightly to your chest as if they were a shield. "don't think this is over, heeseung," you hissed, your voice surprisingly steady despite the fear gnawing at your insides. "i'll find out who you are, and i'll expose you."
he tilted his head, a playful glint back in his eyes. "is that a challenge, darling?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "be careful what you wish for. you might just find out more than you bargained for."
with that cryptic message hanging in the air, he turned and sauntered back to his apartment, leaving you alone in the hallway, the weight of his words and the chilling memory of his touch settling over you like a shroud. you were determined to unravel the mystery of heeseung, but a new, terrifying question gnawed at you: were you prepared for what you might find?
sleep evaded you that night. the unsettling encounter with heeseung replayed on a loop in your mind. you tossed and turned, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against your window. finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, you crept out of bed and tiptoed towards the door, hoping to get some fresh air.
just as you were about to unlock the door the ‘ding’ of the elevator’s arrival stopped you in your tracks. who could it be this late at night?
peeking through the peephole, you were met with a sight that sent a fresh wave of terror coursing through you. heeseung stood casually a few feet away from your door, the rain slicking his dark hair back from his forehead.
he was whistling a cheerful tune, completely oblivious to your scrutiny. but what truly sent shivers down your spine was the state of his hands. they were stained with something dark and viscous, drying in the cool night air. it looked… suspiciously like blood.
the blood ran cold in your veins. just as you were about to pull back, heeseung paused, his head tilting ever so slightly as if he could sense you watching. a slow, unnerving smirk spread across his face, his eyes seeming to lock with yours through the peephole. how? it was impossible.
panic clawed at you. you stumbled back, adrenaline flooding your system. you had to warn the others. heeseung couldn't be trusted.
the next day, you stormed into mrs. kim's apartment, her usual cheery demeanour replaced by a frantic urgency. you blurted out everything – the coldness, the lack of a heartbeat, and the bloodstains you witnessed the night before.
mrs. kim, however, listened with a furrowed brow. "blood? are you sure, dear? heeseung wouldn't hurt a fly."
heeseung, conveniently appearing in the midst of your outburst, played the part of the concerned neighbour perfectly.
"is everything alright here?" he asked, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. "seems a little tense."
mrs. kim just dismissed him, shaking her head with a small chuckle, “nothing dear, it’s not important.”
his smile was disarming, his eyes brimming with feigned innocence. "oh i see. what were you two talking about so intently then?"
you glared at him, your voice trembling with barely contained anger. "i was just telling mrs. kim about your… unusual habits." you recounted the previous night's events, your gaze flitting between mrs. kim and heeseung.
heeseung chuckled, a light, airy sound that sent shivers down your spine. immediately, his expression morphed into one of concern, looking at mrs kim. "hasn’t she been acting strangely lately? maybe a little… stressed?"
his words stung. he was twisting the narrative, making you seem paranoid and delusional. your frustration grew, your voice rising as you tried to explain what you saw, but your neighbour's eyes held only pity and dismissal.
mrs. kim patted your hand soothingly. "maybe you're just a little stressed, dear. heeseung's a good boy, always looking out for everyone. don't you worry about him."
shame burned in your cheeks. you were alone, your warnings falling on deaf ears. heeseung's smile widened, the glint in his eyes predatory.
"see?" he said, his voice low and menacing, but directed only at you. "sometimes, silence is the best policy."
with that, he turned and sauntered away, leaving you trapped in a nightmare you couldn't seem to wake up from.
back in your apartment, you sank onto the couch, a defeated sigh escaping your lips. you were alone, your suspicions dismissed as paranoia. but the image of heeseung's bloodstained hands, his chilling smirk, burned into your memory. you wouldn't give up. you had to find a way to expose him, to prove to everyone that the perfect neighbour was nothing but a monster in disguise.
the bass vibrated through the floor, the air thick with sweat and the sweet scent of spilled cocktails. you were lost in the music, laughing with your friends, a rare moment of reprieve from the constant worry that was heeseung. the tipsy buzz from the vodka-cranberries only amplified the carefree feeling, pushing his unsettling presence to the back of your mind.
tipsy from a few too many drinks, you excused yourself, needing a momentary escape from the pulsating heat of the dance floor of the club. the cool night air was a welcome change as you stepped into the balcony, the cityscape shimmering under the neon glow. a sudden prickle ran down your spine, making you stop mid-step. it was the distinct feeling of someone's gaze boring into you, a predator sizing up its prey.
your heart hammered against your ribs as you spun around, searching the crowd. there, leaning against the wall opposite the club entrance, stood heeseung. his perfect features were cast in shadow, but the glint of his eyes in the darkness sent a shiver down your spine. he held a drink in his hand, his knuckles white around the glass, as if tightening his grip to control himself.
the moment you locked eyes with him, the air crackled with a tension so thick you could almost taste it. it wasn't just fear this time. there was a strange undercurrent, a dark energy that seemed to emanate from him.
your mind, fuzzy from the alcohol, couldn't quite grasp it, but your body reacted instinctively. panic surged through you, erasing the tipsy haze. this wasn't the charming neighbour; this was the dangerous entity you'd glimpsed before.
you didn't waste a second. turning on your heel, you practically sprinted back into the club, weaving through the crowd. your breath came out in ragged gasps, fueled by a cocktail of fear and the alcohol throbbing in your veins.
with a desperate lunge, you pushed open the nearest door, the sign above it proclaiming it a restroom.
just as you fumbled for the lock, a strong hand shot past your shoulder, wedging itself between the door and the frame. you froze, staring in horror as heeseung casually pushed his way in behind you. he slammed the door shut with a sickening thud, the lock clicking ominously behind him.
he cornered you against the door, his body acting as a wall and a scent that was both familiar and strangely intoxicating. the air crackled with unspoken tension, thick with the remnants of your fear and an undeniable spark of…something else.
“what do you think you’re doing?”, you winced at how weak your voice sounded.
he leaned impossibly close, his breath chilly against your ear. he seemed to be tipsy as well, with the way he stumbled and invaded your personal space.
the alcohol loosened your inhibitions, and his voice, usually smooth and playful, now had a dark, alluring edge to it.
"you looked beautiful dancing under those lights," he whispered, his words sending shivers down your spine. "such a shame you seem to hate me so."
his nearness was overwhelming. you couldn't feel any heat radiating from his body, but the way his lips brushed against your ear sent a jolt through you. his voice, usually smooth as silk, now had a rough edge, sending a shiver down your spine that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
your mind, fuzzy from the alcohol, struggled to process the situation. he was terrifying, yes, but a strange, confusing attraction warred with the fear simmering beneath the surface.
your gaze latched onto the physical beauty in front of you - the sharp angles of his jaw, the way the moonlight glinted off his dark brown eyes. all the warnings you'd tried to ignore hammered against your intoxicated mind, but for some reason, they held no power in the face of the undeniable magnetism of the man pinning you to the door.
“what do you want from me”, your words came out in a hushed whisper, scared as if speaking any louder would ruin the moment.
his gaze flitted down to your lips as he got closer to you, now only a breath away. he leaned closer, the scent of something foreign, yet oddly alluring, invading your senses.
his gaze dropped to your lips, painted a soft pink from the drinks you'd consumed.
before you could register the movement, his lips were on yours. the kiss was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – the initial shock giving way to a surge of heat that defied logic. his hand slid down your back, pressing you flush against the wooden door.you clung to him, a confused mix of fear and a thrilling sense of forbidden desire coursing through you.
the kiss deepened, becoming desperate, hungry. he tasted of something sweet and metallic, a strange anomaly that sent a jolt through your system. you ignored it, caught up in the intoxicating whirlwind.
his body was freezing cold, save for his lips, his skin a contrast against the heat from your body which made a wave of concern rise up in the back of your head. but it was all forgotten as his hand moved to your neck, his fingers trailing a chilly path before dipping behind your ear.
you gasped at the sudden feeling, and heeseung took the opportunity to let his tongue enter your mouth. the kiss got messier and hotter, as if he was trying to devour you whole.
he rained kisses down your jawline, each one a searing brand against your skin. his touch sent shivers of anticipation down your spine, your breath hitching as you felt his teeth graze a sensitive spot.
it wasn't a bite, not yet. it was a brush, a feather-light caress that sent a jolt through your system. but it wasn't just the touch. there was something… different about his canines. they were sharper, pointier than human teeth, and the sensation sent a wave of surprise through you.
he froze, the movement of his mouth stopping abruptly. his breath hitched in his throat, coming out in ragged gasps like a predator startled mid-hunt. his eyes, locked on your neck, flickered with a mix of hunger and… something else. a flicker of remorse, a struggle you couldn't quite decipher.
the tension in the room was suffocating. you stared back at him, your mind a tangled mess of confusion and desire. but before you could form a question, before you could understand the shift in him, heeseung pulled away. his grip on your neck loosened, replaced by a cold indifference.
his eyes, once filled with a dark desire, now held a chilling emptiness. the warmth of his body vanished as he stepped back, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. he stared at you for a long, agonising moment, his eyes unreadable.
then, in a swift movement, he turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you pressed against the door, the memory of the heated kiss a stark contrast to the cold dread settling in your stomach.
the heat of the kiss still lingered on your lips, a confusing memory tainted by the chilling realisation of what he truly was. you cradled your neck, the phantom sensation of his sharp touch lingering long after he was gone.
days bled into a strange silence. the unsettling encounters with heeseung, once a daily occurrence, had vanished. you wouldn't normally miss his presence, but the sudden absence gnawed at you with an unsettling curiosity. you found yourself glancing down the hallway at his door more often than you cared to admit, the memory of the stolen kiss replaying in your mind in a confusing loop.
the thought of venturing to his apartment, of seeking him out after the charged encounter in the washroom, sent a jolt of nervous energy through you.
shame burned in your cheeks at the memory of the heated kiss, a stark contrast to the chilling way he'd left you. yet, a sliver of concern gnawed at you. his absence was unnerving.
finally, curiosity, laced with apprehension, won over your better judgement. you stood outside his door, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. taking a deep breath, you raised your hand and knocked tentatively.
the silence stretched for what felt like an eternity before the door creaked open a sliver. heeseung stood there, his face pale and drawn, dark circles smudging the area under his eyes. he looked… unwell.
"heeseung?" you ventured, surprised by the concern that slipped into your voice. "are you alright? you look terrible."
he didn't answer, just stared at you with an icy indifference that sent a shiver down your spine. the playful glint in his eyes, once so unsettling, was replaced by a hollowness that chilled you to the bone.
heeseung scoffed, a harsh sound that scraped against your nerves. "i'm fine. now leave."
the hostility in his voice stung. the concern you felt evaporated, replaced by a cold anger.
"look," you snapped, "i just came to see if you were okay. but clearly, you don't want the help."
he scoffed, a humourless sound. "of course not. why would i need help from the likes of you?"
he slammed the door shut before you could retort, leaving you standing alone in the hallway, the echo of his harsh words ringing in your ears. shame burned in your cheeks, a confusing mix of hurt and anger churning in your gut.
how dare he act like you were the villain? he was the one who made your life a living nightmare, the one with secrets that sent shivers down your spine.
scowling, you berated yourself for your momentary lapse in judgement. you hated him. you had to.
he was a danger, a monster in disguise. yet, the flicker of something vulnerable you'd glimpsed in his eyes, the way he'd pulled away so abruptly… it was a confusing puzzle you couldn't seem to solve.
heeseung stumbled out of his apartment, a desperate lurch in his gait that spoke volumes of his weakened state. he fumbled with grabbing his keys, nearly dropping them, before finally unlocking the deadbolt.
he needed to get out, anywhere but the suffocating confines of his apartment. he threw a glance down the hallway, hoping for an empty elevator, but his luck had run dry. the red "in use" light mocked him above the metal doors.
he slammed on the button, urgency pushing past the haze in his head. as the doors dinged open, revealing you standing there, his heart sank.
heeseung flinched back, shuffling into the corner like a wounded animal. "get… out," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
"seriously?" you scoffed, following him with your glare. "that makeout session in the club must have been rough if you can't even stand the sight of me now."
heeseung remained silent, the effort of breathing stealing his focus. you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath about his lack of manners. you turned away, choosing to ignore him.
suddenly, the elevator lurched to a halt, plunging the cramped space into slight darkness. a metallic groan filled the air.
"great," you sighed, reaching for the call button. "looks like we're stuck."
a strained voice answered through the speaker, informing you that a technician would be on their way shortly.
"shortly?" you groaned. "how long is shortly?"
"it's hard to say, ma'am. there's been a minor fault in the system."
you groaned, sinking down onto the floor.
heeseung remained silent, his body trembling. every passing second felt like an eternity. hunger gnawed at him, a primal urge clawing its way to the surface. he gritted his teeth, fighting against the monstrous transformation that threatened to take over.
"hey," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper.
you shot him a sceptical glance. "what?"
shame burned in his throat, but the need for survival outweighed his pride. "do you… by any chance… have any blood on you?"
you leaned closer, your suspicions finally confirmed.
"about time you admitted it," you cheered, a triumphant smirk creeping across your face. "i knew you weren't normal."
heeseung let out a dark chuckle, a sound devoid of humour. "don't get too excited," he rasped. "you shouldn't be so happy about this."
"oh, come on," you scoffed. "spill it. what are you? some kind of freak?"
a tense silence followed, broken only by the hum of the faulty elevator. finally, he spoke, his voice barely a whisper.
"vampire."
shock flooded your system. it was one thing to suspect, another to hear it confirmed.
"no way," you scoffed, refusing to believe it. "vampires don't exist."
but his next words sent a shiver down your spine. "the reason i stopped you at the club… it wasn't because of the kiss. it was the smell of your blood. it was… intoxicating."
"ever since i've met you…" he began, his voice surprisingly soft despite the edge of desperation in it. "the smell of your blood, so sweet, has been driving me crazy. so different from anything i've ever encountered."
he paused, a tremor running through his voice. "for years, i've resisted feeding on humans. morality, you might call it. i rely on animal blood, a poor substitute at best. but your blood…" he took a shaky breath, "it was like a siren song. after that night, i can’t even smell any other type of blood without my stomach churning in disgust."
you listened intently, a strange fascination battling with the fear that coiled in your gut. this wasn't the heeseung you knew, the playful neighbor who reveled in teasing you. this was a creature raw and exposed, driven by a primal need he could barely articulate.
"years," he continued, his voice cracking slightly. "years of animal blood, a constant reminder of what i can't have. but then you…" he trailed off, the echo of that night in the club hanging heavy between you.
a shiver ran down your spine, but it wasn't entirely from fear. there was a vulnerability in his confession, a desperate need for something more than just sustenance.
"the challenge," he said, his voice gaining a tinge of bitterness. "the forbidden fruit. maybe that's what drew me in at first. but then…" he hesitated, a flicker of something akin to shame crossing his features.
"then what?" you prompted, your voice barely a whisper. this wasn't how you'd imagined confronting a vampire, yet here you were, drawn into his story.
"don't you see?" heeseung's voice rose, a tremor of desperation colouring it. "you make me weak, vulnerable. yet, your defiance only intensifies the pull. you're everything i shouldn't want, everything i crave."
the revelation sent a jolt through you, a terrifying mix of fear and… something else. the line between predator and prey seemed to blur in the confines of the elevator. you were trapped, yes, but there was also a strange sense of being held hostage by a creature consumed by a desire he both craved and loathed.
the silence that followed heeseung's confession stretched on, thick with a tension that was no longer just fear. you understood him, perhaps better than he understood himself.
taking a deep breath, you surprised yourself by what you said next. "maybe there’s another way."
heeseung's head snapped up, his eyes searching your face in the dim light. "what do you mean?"
"i can help" you held out your wrist, the moonlight filtering through a crack in the elevator door illuminating the delicate veins beneath your skin. "you said you needed blood. maybe i can…
he recoiled as if struck. "no. absolutely not. i won't—"
"heeseung," you interrupted, your voice firm despite the tremor in your heart. "look at me. i'm not scared. in fact…" you hesitated, a blush creeping up your neck. "maybe i… feel the same way."
the air crackled with a new kind of tension. heeseung stared at you, his face a mask of disbelief. "the same way? how?"
"like you said," you whispered, "forbidden. a dangerous attraction." you met his gaze, holding it with a newfound resolve. "if this is what you need, i… i consent."
heeseung's breath hitched. shame flickered in his eyes, quickly replaced by a raw hunger that made your own pulse quicken. "but," he said, his voice low and urgent, "i need more. much more. and from… a different place."
your stomach lurched. "different place?"
a flicker of vulnerability crossed his features. "my apologies," he murmured. "to properly sustain me, i need… the jugular."
the word hung heavy in the air, a primal request that sent a wave of apprehension through you. the image of a vampire sinking its fangs into someone's neck flashed before your eyes. but then, against your better judgment, you found yourself nodding slowly.
a surge of relief, tinged with desperation, washed over heeseung. he moved towards you, a predator closing in on its prey. the closeness brought back a memory - the night in the club bathroom, pressed against the wall, his chilly breath on your neck.
he trapped you against the corner, his body a wall of heat, completely different from the other day where he was freezing.
"please," he rasped, his voice raw with hunger and a strange, desperate plea. "i can't control myself much longer. let me…"
his voice trailed off, replaced by a whimper that both shocked and ignited something within you. this wasn't the cold, calculating heeseung you'd feared. this was a creature on the brink, his monstrous hunger battling with a threadbare shred of control.
"alright," you whispered, the word leaving your lips before you could overthink it.
he didn't hesitate. he leaned in, his movements a blur of desperation. kisses, hot and wet, rained down on your neck, each one a branding iron leaving a fiery mark. you closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain. but it never came.
instead, as his fangs pierced your skin, a jolt of something unexpected surged through you. it wasn't pain, but a warmth that spread through your body like liquid fire. your mind grew hazy, your senses overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that originated from the very point of contact.
he moaned, a deep, primal sound that echoed in the confined space. "so sweet," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "the best i've ever tasted."
he drank deeply, his body trembling with each intake. you could hear him purring, a low rumble that resonated deep within your core. the pleasure was overwhelming, a dizzying mixture of pain and pleasure that left you gasping for breath. your mind turned hazy, each noise tumbling out of his lips sounding like liquid gold to you.
when he finally pulled away, breathless and satiated, he looked at you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. he languidly licked away the remnants of blood from the wound, his warm tongue sending a jolt of electricity through you.
he didn't stop there. he swiped at the blood that trickled down your collarbone, his tongue making a suggestive swipe against your skin. a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes, and you couldn't help but lean closer, a thrill coursing through you.
the jarring hum of the elevator coming back to life jolted you both from your current position. heeseung, his fangs retracted, quickly pressed the button for your floor. a strange mixture of fear and elation bubbled in your chest, a sensation as unfamiliar as the pleasure you'd just experienced.
he turned to you, his eyes searching your face. "are you alright?" his voice was concerned, a stark contrast to his needy whines just moments ago.
you hesitantly reached for your neck, expecting a throbbing pain. instead, you found smooth, unmarked skin. a gasp escaped your lips. "it… it healed?"
heeseung nodded, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "vampire saliva," he explained casually. "has a few… interesting properties. speeds up healing, for one."
a blush crept up your cheeks as you recalled the wave of euphoria that had washed over you during his feeding. "and…" you stammered, "the pleasure?"
"speaking of pleasure," heeseung's voice dipped to a husky whisper, "vampire saliva has another... side effect."
he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "an aphrodisiac," he breathed, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "especially potent when mixed with a good dose of desire. all thanks to those initial kisses on your neck i had planted.”
"so that's why…" you mumbled, suddenly embarrassed.
the elevator doors slid open, revealing the familiar hallway. you stepped out, feeling oddly energised despite the ordeal. a playful smile tugged at your lips.
"so," you said, turning to face him, your fingers playfully tapping his arm, "how do you plan to repay me for that little… service?"
heeseung raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. before he could answer, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your forehead in a sweet kiss. pulling away, he grinned, his fangs catching the dim light playfully.
your heart hammered in your chest as he took your hand, his touch sending a spark of heat through you. stepping closer to your apartment, he winked.
"let's discuss repayment options in private, shall we?" he said, his voice dripping with a promise of things to come.
he took your hand again, his touch surprisingly warm despite his vampiric nature. before you could respond, he gently steered you towards your apartment, leaving you breathless and caught in the undercurrent of a dangerous, exhilarating game you'd just begun to play.
as you fumbled with your keys, trying to unlock the door in hurry, he leaned down next to you and murmured, his voice a low, suggestive rumble.
"i'm sure you taste just as good everywhere else."
* tags: smut, fluff, romantic, human!reader, degradation (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), mentions of free use, handjob (m. receiving), overstimulation (m. receiving), bratty!heeseung / switchy!heeseung if you squint, cunnilingus, body worship [kinda] (f. receiving)
* summary: because you two were loud last time, rumours have been spreading around about you two, causing you to receive a lot of unwanted attention from your peers.
* word count: 10k
* a/n: hello babes !! omg i almost forgor about this- but i DIDNT SAUR ENJOY THIS REPOST <3333 tysm for all ur support i wish u the loveliest days ahead c: and if you wish to come drop by my twitch streams, you can dm me and ill gib u my link ehheeheheheh ok thanks baiii
Even on weekends, you'd typically spend all of your free time cooped up in your tiny dorm, studying. Your timetable consists of waking up, getting ready, going to classes, studying and sleeping. You don't really do anything else and you don't really go outside much either.
It's not that you're in love with learning, although you do like learning — it's just that you don't really have anything else to do. Nothing interests you and oftentimes, you'd get so bored that you just end up thinking, well, the books are right there. Might as well do some studying. At least it'll give me something to do.
You thought about going outside and seeing the world; the world that is so unknown to you and many other humans out there, the world that any human would be extremely lucky to see… yet you can't bring yourself to step outside of your dorm unless it's for classes. You wish you had more courage to do so but after your first day here, you decided that it's best to lay low and not bring any attention to yourself. After all, your existence here is already controversial enough.
Thus, you live your life like this. It's boring and repetitive… but it's not like you're doing anything to actually change it. Plus, being here is something that you've always wanted to do ever since you were a kid, so it's not all bad and despite the less than ideal treatment you've got during your time here, there's still nowhere else you'd rather be at.
Besides, the isolation, gossip and rumours don't bother you much anyway. It'll never be as bad as the first week and you're thankful that everyone here usually lets you be — that is, usually.
Lately, you've come to notice that people are gossiping about you again but you're not sure why. You can't really hear what they're saying nor can you really ask someone about it… but you doubt it's because you're human, they've already gossiped about that on your first week here.
Maybe it has something to do with your lab partner, Heeseung. After all, the gossip did start right after the day you hooked up with him. But you doubt it.
Speaking of your lab partner, you wonder where he's been all this time. It's been a couple of days since you last saw him, he didn't even come to class two days ago. You hope he's okay.
You don't think you'll see him today either. After all, you both only share one class together, Intermediate Alchemy, and you don't have that class today. Even so, for some reason, there's a part of you that hopes to see him today anyway, maybe because he's the only person who's actually kind to you here. Everyone else would just ignore you.
As you walk down the hallway to go back to your dorm, the faint sound of an unfamiliar melody stops you in your tracks. You do a double-take, is what you're hearing what you think you're hearing?
It is.
It's the piano.
Someone's playing the piano, and beautifully so. Such beautiful and delicate melodies played with such grace, you can't help but think to yourself, a complex piece like this must take days to learn how to play. Who's playing it? And what piece is this?
Thus, you follow the faint sound of the grand piano, hoping to find the talented person playing it. Besides, you're in no rush anyway.
After a few seconds of walking, you find yourself standing in front of a closed classroom door. The sound of the piano is still a bit hard to hear properly but you don't want to open the door and disturb the person playing so you press your ear against the door, trying to listen to the piano piece as discretely as you can.
Thank God the hallway is empty or else there'd be more weird rumours about me, you can't help but think to yourself while silently chuckling.
But all too quickly, like less than a minute or so, the melodies stop playing. You wait for a few seconds to see if they'd continue but instead, you hear the faint sound of footsteps coming closer to you. You barely have enough time to detach yourself from the door and look unsuspicious before the door suddenly opens and an annoyed looking Heeseung peeks out.
However, his expression quickly changes to a surprised one as he sees you standing there like a deer caught in headlights. Now with his eyes wide and his eyebrows raised, he opens the door a bit more as he looks at you. A moment of silence passes by until you awkwardly clear your throat to break the silence.
"Um, hi," you say to him, hoping that he's not annoyed at you for listening in on him.
"Ah… hi…" he shyly says. His left hand scratches the back of his head as his eyes move away from you, but only for a moment. "Sorry, I, uh… I thought you were... one of those people."
His tone is sharp and annoyed and he rolls his eyes as he says the last two words but then he looks at you again and gives you a smile that reaches his eyes.
You reply, "No, no. I'm sorry I… kinda listened in on you."
"Kinda?" He asks with a teasing tone, his smirk is evident.
You laugh in response. It's short but the lightheartedness of the laugh still manages to dissipate the awkwardness between you two. Heeseung leans against the door frame with a smile and softly says, "It's okay."
And then he pauses. It feels as if some words are meant to be spoken here, right at this moment, but there's only silence as he stares at you. A couple of seconds later, he continues, "Um… do you wanna come in?"
Hell yeah. You've never seen this room and you're curious.
It seems that your facial expressions tell him your answer loud and clear. He gives you a bigger smile, the kind of smile that one can't stop from appearing even if they tried, and takes your hand in his to pull you into the room with him. His hand feels slightly warmer than yours and something that surprises you is the fact that his hand feels like it fits you more than your own. It makes you feel strange... knowing that even your own hands, hands that were created to fit perfectly into each other…
All your life, you've always thought that there's no way someone else's hands would ever fit into yours as perfectly as yours do but as his hand holds yours, guiding you to take a seat in front of the grand piano, you think to yourself, maybe I was wrong.
Brushing your weird thoughts away, you pull your hand away from his and look around the room. It's a bit dark in here because the curtains are closed but you can still make out what's inside the medium shaped room; some bookcases at the wall, a whiteboard at the front, some musical instruments at the left side and this grand piano at the right. Other than that, it's pretty empty which makes it appear more spacious than it actually is.
After putting your sling bag down on the floor beside you, Heeseung, now sitting next to you, starts playing a different tune than before and you watch as his pretty hands gracefully move from one key to another, you listen to the unfamiliar yet beautiful piece of composition.
Soon, the music grows in pace and intensity, you can feel the composer's passion as it goes on. Then it slows down to a soft and romantic pace, somehow reminding you of the beauty of nature despite being in a dark room with none, and then a moment later, it grows again until it eventually comes to a really slow and soft tune that reminds you of the gentleness of a mother bird singing to its nestlings. As you listen to him play, you feel like you're being kept at the edge of your seat, following the music as if you're a leaf in a stream of water. It's exhilarating, really. You didn't know music could do such a thing.
By the time he finishes playing, you're in awe of his talent in playing the piano, fully knowing that playing such beautiful composition takes a lot of time and effort. Before you could compliment him, he's already speaking, "Do you like it? It's called Dreams of Love by Franz Liszt."
"Yeah," you say, a bit breathlessly, just now realising that you've been holding your breath. "Wow, you're so talented."
His laugh is soft in your ears. "Thank you."
Turning to him, you look him in the eyes and say, "I didn't know you could play piano so beautifully."
Your words make him blush a bit; a soft shade of pink dusts his ears and cheeks — it reminds you a bit of the intimate moment you shared with him a couple of days before. As he murmurs a shy thank you, it becomes a bit awkward between you two again. Heeseung starts fiddling with his fingers and he opens his mouth as if to speak but he closes it back after a second or two.
Eventually, he does speak but his voice is devoid of all lightheartedness from before and his face shows a sorrowful expression. "Look," he sighs and turns to look at you. "I should apologise for the… uh… well, the last time, um, you know." He then gives a frustrated groan, burying his face in his hands at his failed attempt to communicate his thoughts to you. "I'm sorry, I- We… we shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."
You can only stare at him in disbelief. "What?" You say, your tone sounding a bit too harsh for both of your likings.
Truthfully, his words hurt you, more much than you'd like to admit. In a way, you kind of gave him a part of you, you showed him your vulnerability and you let him touch you in ways you'd never let strangers or even regular friends do... and now he tells you he regrets it. It hurts and you feel a bit embarrassed. You enjoyed your time with him but unfortunately, you guess he doesn't feel the same.
Suddenly, Heeseung realises that what he just said is probably the worst thing he could ever say to you. He quickly tries to take it back, "Wait- nonono, I meant-"
But you're already standing up to leave, not really wanting to hear whatever else he has to say. As you move, he gets up with you, his tone starting to sound desperate as he calls out to you. "No wait, please, please don't leave. I don't think you understand me."
And to think that I thought we could actually be friends.
You might sound a bit dramatic but you can't help what you feel. Now your relationship with him feels weird and awkward. You just want to quickly leave.
Right as you're in front of the door, he grabs your arm as a last attempt to stop you. Calling your name again, he pleads with you, "Please listen to me, it's not what you think. I-"
With wide eyes, his breath hitches as he stops himself from continuing, a bit mortified at what he almost blurt out. You only give him a confused look with an eyebrow raised. After a moment of just staring at each other in silence, he finally breathes out a worried sigh and surprisingly rests his head on your shoulder while intertwining his hand with yours. But what's more surprising is the fact that you don't have the heart to push him away.
What a weird person, you think. First he tells me he regrets having sex with me and now he does this.
"I'm sorry. I'm a mess when I'm with you," he murmurs, his face heating up at the confession.
As much as your heart beats faster at his words, you can't help but ask yourself, why? You're just a human. Heeseung can't possibly like you, could he? He has many other suitors that would be more than elated to be with him. Maybe he means that you just make him nervous — you wouldn't be surprised if you do since you make many people here nervous by just breathing.
Just as you're about to say something, you hear footsteps coming near you both, along with the sound of people talking... surprisingly about you. Although you're not new to people gossiping and spreading rumours about you, it does pique your curiosity; you've always wondered what people say about you behind your back.
On the first week, you heard people saying that you came from a rich family that had relations with the university's administrative staff or that a supernatural family adopted you or that you're not really human. Those were only the light rumours. Sometimes, when walking to class, you'd hear people say that you're working undercover for the human government, that you're only here to destroy the supernatural space and that everyone should be wary of you.
It makes you a bit sad, to be honest, because those words couldn't be further from the truth. However, you don't particularly blame them; humans haven't exactly been nice to the supernaturals, so you try to not take offence.
This time, however, the rumours are something else and it seems to involve not just you but someone else too.
"There's no way that happened," someone irritatedly says. If you could see them right now, there's no doubt in your mind that they'd be rolling their eyes.
"I'm just saying what everyone else is saying," another person says, their tone more nonchalant than the other’s.
"God, I swear, rumours are so dumb, like Heeseung and Y/N fucking in the dorms, really?" Your eyes go wide at the revelation, is that what everyone's talking about? But how did they know? And why is it a huge deal if I get laid? It doesn't make sense to you.
The same person continues, their voice growing louder as they walk closer to where you're standing, "This sounds as ridiculous as the time when everyone was saying that Jake fucked 100 people."
"Ah, but this one could actually be true," the other person thoughtfully says.
"What? Don't tell me you actually believe-"
"There are people who said they heard them," they say as a matter-of-factly, their voice now growing fainter as they pass by you but you can still hear the change of tone in their voice, now sounding more intrigued, "They say she edged him a couple of times and he wouldn't stop begging her to fuck him." Chuckling, they continue, "Must be a fun time."
Heeseung buries his head deeper into your shoulder as they say that, his hair tickles your neck a bit but you don't mind. Plus, you're more focused on their conversation, so much that you almost don't feel his hand tightening his hold on yours.
At the same time, you hear the former laugh and say, "You're so fucking weird."
Their conversation doesn't stop there but that's all you're able to hear, they're too far for you now. However, you're pretty sure Heeseung can still hear them — after all, his hearing is better than yours could ever be. But now that you know what everyone's talking about, you understand why he said what he said. He's surely not fond of the gossip about you two. You feel a bit sorry about it and despite knowing that it's not really your fault that people gossip about you, it doesn't really make you feel better.
A while later, Heeseung finally speaks again but he still doesn't move away from you and his voice sounds grim, a contrast to his usual demeanour, at least from what you've seen. "Sorry. It's my fault. I should've been more careful."
You try to look at him, a bit confused at what he's saying but he's hiding his face from you so you instead simply ask him, "Huh?"
He takes a deep breath as if trying to gather his confidence. Then, he pulls away from you and you're now able to see his face clearly. Ah, so that's why he was hiding.
With an obvious blushing face, he says, "It's not that I regret it, of course not, it's just that I think we should've done it elsewhere because obviously, people could hear and it was so stupid of me for not thinking about that." He gives out a frustrated sigh and continues, his voice soft and sad, "I guess I got carried away... I'm sorry."
Another moment of awkward silence as you try to make sense of what's going on. When you finally do, you can't help but question him, your voice almost as soft as his, "Why are you apologising?"
Giving you a surprised look, he pauses for a moment as he contemplates his answer. "D-doesn't the gossip bother you?"
He looks so sad that you just can't help but tenderly hold his face, making him look at you as you reassure him, "Heeseung, people always talk about me. It's nothing new. If anything, I should apologise since you got dragged into it."
Quickly objecting, he blurts out, "No, it's my fault! If I would've been more careful- if I haven't been thinking with my dick instead of my brain, this wouldn't have happened and you wouldn't have hated me and everything would've been fine and-"
You've never seen him look so distraught before. Seeing him being so uncharacteristically talkative worries you because despite knowing little of him, you do know one thing; he's not the type to word vomit, he always thinks things through before he speaks his mind and when he speaks, his words are fully thought-out. He may stutter here and there but they'd still seem thought-out and planned. Now, seeing him not able to do so and just desperately speaking, trying to convince you that he's at fault... it just doesn't sit right with you. How long had this issue been on his mind? And to what extent does he blame himself?
"Heeseung, calm down."
But he doesn't. He seems to be fully inside his mind, blurting out words as much as he can as if he's blurting out days' worth of worries. You're not sure what to do to calm him down but in a state of panic and with your hands already on his face, you pull him close and kiss him, hoping that the shock would be enough to stop him from overthinking.
Fortunately, it works. He gives a soft muffled sound as your lips touch his and then everything gets quiet. Still, he doesn't kiss you back, most likely too shocked at your actions. The kiss itself isn't long, you don't let it nor need it to be — you pull back a few seconds later. Looking into his almost teary eyes, you apologise for the sudden kiss, "Sorry, I didn't know-"
You're pretty sure he wasn't listening to you because now the tables have turned; now, he's kissing you and the kiss he gives you is way different than your attempt to get him to calm down — it's intense, messy, desperate and so intoxicating that you almost forgot to kiss him back.
When you do kiss him back, his actions only become more desperate. His hands constantly move; first from his sides to your shoulder, then to hold your face, then to your arm as he pushes you against the door, then to your waist, almost as if he's trying to make sure that you're really here. His lips never stop moving to press open-mouthed kisses to yours and as he does so, a small part of you can't help but feel like he's offering every part of him to you through the kiss, stealing your breath away in the process.
Eventually, you both pull away, needing to breathe. For a while, you both stare into each other's eyes. Heeseung rests his forehead against yours, his lips a bit swollen as he pants and his breath feels hot against your lips.
After a moment of intense silence, he speaks, his voice sounding a bit hoarse and it's as if he's talking to himself rather than to you. "You don't hate me."
You reply, "Of course not. How could I?" Gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, you whisper, "You're the only person here who's been kind to me."
Something in his eyes changes — you're unable to pinpoint exactly what it is but you don't ask either. He gulps, still breathing heavily, still looking into your eyes and then asks you with a soft wavering voice, "Why did you kiss me?"
It isn't his question that catches you by surprise but the look in his eyes that make him seem like he's expecting or hoping for a certain answer. If you were to look away, you could answer him honestly; "it was to help calm you down" but you can't look away, not when he's staring at you so intensely, not when he looks like he's begging you to say something specific as he waits for your answer. Your breath hitches as you think, unsure of what to say to him.
But it seems that you were silent for way too long. Breaking eye contact with you to look at the ground, Heeseung takes a step back and his hand rubs the back of his neck for a short moment.
"Did you only kiss me to shut me up?" He chuckles after he says that but the slight bitterness in his voice is evident.
"I'm sorry, I panicked. I was trying to calm you down," you eventually say.
He simply stares at you as if you just said the most absurd thing ever; eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth slightly open. After realising that you're actually serious, he grabs your hand and slowly brings it to rest on his chest, giving you the chance to pull your hand away at any moment if you wish. "Can you feel it?" He softly asks.
You know what he's talking about — his heartbeat right underneath your fingertips... but you can't feel it nor hear it. Thus, you replace your hand with your ear, resting your head on his chest as you try to at least hear his heartbeat.
Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump.
It's faint but you can hear it... and it's beating quite fast for a vampire. You've heard that vampires have a slower heart rate than everyone else's and right now, you'd say his heart is beating pretty fast, just slightly above an average human's. You can feel his breathing too, it's a bit laboured.
When you pull away to look back up at him, you're greeted by a blushing Heeseung who asks you with a small smile, "Get it?"
Is he trying to say that you make him nervous?
Shaking your head no at him, you're still a bit confused as to what he's trying to convey. At your response, he sighs, runs his hand through his hair and then whispers to you, "How am I supposed to calm down when you're kissing me?"
That's when the realisation hits you. "Oh..." you whisper, now getting it.
"Yeah..." he whispers back then lightly chuckles. Placing his hand on the door behind you a moment later, he leans into you and continues in a low voice, "You wanna know how you can calm me down?"
That low voice makes you feel weird things, you just can't resist entertaining him when he speaks like that. "What?" You ask, your voice also low.
"You can hug me." Raising an eyebrow at him, you hum for him to continue, a bit surprised at the answer. "I like hugs," he continues with a boyish smile.
"You want a hug?"
With the same smile, he softly says, "Yeah."
"If you say please, I'll give you one."
He wastes no time. "Please," he says with a bright smile and hopeful eyes.
How could you say no to him when he looks so cute? So you hug him, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately hugs you back, his grip on you a bit tight but you don't mind, not when he feels so warm and comforting.
After a long moment of just hugging each other, you can't help but playfully ask, "Are you calm now?"
"I don't know," he starts. "Maybe you can check my pulse to find out?"
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he says that. You're not sure what he's hoping to get out of it — maybe he just wants your hands on his neck... or maybe he just likes to tease you. Whatever it is, you can't help but roll your eyes.
Suddenly, a fun idea pops up inside your head and you nonchalantly reply, "Okay."
Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you pull his head back to look at his neck. As your hands move to make him look up, your eyes take in every millimetre of his neck, specifically the spaces underneath his jawline, trying to find a pulse. Fortunately, it doesn't take you a long time.
"W-wait wait wait wait-" He gasps as your tongue probes at his pulse, his hands now moving to grip your shoulders. You only did it to tease him — you like it when he's flustered, but surprisingly, you can actually feel his pulse underneath your tongue. Intrigued, you pause your actions to count his heart rate, as weird and funny as that sounds.
You're not really surprised when you feel it beating rapidly. After a few seconds, he gives out a shaky exhale and says, "Is this a normal thing humans do?"
You chuckle at his words and then quickly bite down on the spot. He gives out a choked moan in response and further tightens his grip on your shoulder. "Aw, is baby flustered?" You tease him, unable to help yourself.
He can only whine your name as your tongue starts swirling around the same spot.
"You're so responsive... I love it," you whisper to him, your voice making him shiver. "And to think, I'm only playing with your neck. Is it that sensitive?"
As you start sucking on the small bit of skin in between your teeth, his jaw moves in an attempt to answer you but you don't hear his voice at all — he doesn't speak, not even when you're done giving him a hickey, not even when you're done giving him three. Pulling back, you take a moment to admire the small bruises on his neck but as time goes by and nothing changes, you begin to realise something.
"Why aren't they disappearing?" You comment, a bit alarmed.
However, Heeseung doesn't seem that concerned. He shrugs it off and replies with half-lidded eyes, "Ah, it's fine, it'll go away eventually."
"Is that normal?" You ask, still a bit hesitant.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry."
Deciding to take his word for it, you continue leaving hickeys on his neck. He hums in approval, his breathing hot and heavy and you eventually lose count of how many you actually gave him. When you pull back to look at his neck again, it's already half-covered with small bruises; all of them still bright red.
Just the sight of it makes something inside you snap and you can't help but ask him, "You don't mind me touching you right, Hee baby?"
With his head a bit dizzy, Heeseung struggles a bit to speak, "N-no, you can... you can touch me all you want."
"I can touch you anywhere?" You smirk, already knowing what you're going to do to him.
"Anywhere you want," he softly replies.
At his words, your hands waste no time moving to his torso, touching every part of it from his shoulders, then to his collarbones, then to his chest. His breath hitches when your hands move across his nipples but you don't stop to play with them — you continue moving your hands down to his abdomen. As you do so, you ask him, "I can touch you here?"
"Mhmm." His eyes automatically close as he says that, wanting to focus on your hands touching his body.
Seeing him relaxed and full of anticipation at the same time only spurs you on and so, you move one of your hands to squeeze his ass. He gasps and jumps in response, not expecting that to happen.
"What about here?" Your teasing tone only seems to make him melt.
"Y-yeah," he breathlessly says as he rests his head on your shoulder, his hands now gripping your waist.
Further teasing him, you slowly move your hand from his ass to grip his dick through his pants. "Even here?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.
He can't stop himself from moaning and pushing back into your hand at the contact. But before he could reply, you're already talking while feeling him up, "Wow, you're already kinda hard. Does this turn you on, hm? Being groped like a whore?"
Giving out another moan, he starts grinding into your hand as if to show you how turned on he is. He doesn't say anything but you can practically guess what he's thinking right inside his head; feel it, feel how hard you make me. You push your hand against his dick harder and he hisses in response. "You like that? Being my whore? Letting me play with your dick however I want, whenever I want?"
"Yes," he moans. "Just use me."
"Now, now. Where are your manners?" You ask as your other hand starts playing with his left nipple through his shirt.
At first, he stays quiet for a while, not wanting to answer you but as your fingers pinch his nipple, he jumps and squeaks out, "Please!"
"Please what?" You can feel his dick getting harder through his pants and just to tease him further, you play with his tip, pressing and swirling your thumb against it over and over again.
With a groan, he relents surprisingly quickly, "Please use me how-however you want. I really need your hands on me, please."
"I'm already touching you though?"
"No..." He trails off with a hiss. "Can I please take off my pants?"
As you feign thinking, he hurriedly continues, "Please, I need to feel your hands on my dick, please? I'll do whatever you want, I'm your whore. Just please touch me, it feels really good. I need it so much. Please."
"Needy today, huh?" It's a bit surprising, honestly, you were expecting him to give more of a fight based on the last time you hooked up, but nevertheless, he's still cute. Plus, it makes your job easier.
In response, he just hums, simply agreeing with whatever you're saying without a second thought. Satisfied with his pleas and answers, you tell him that he can take his pants off and he quickly does so, his movements hurried and sloppy, desperate to get it off as quick as he can. Once his pants are discarded on the floor like a metre away, you pull him into you by gripping his hips and then you pin him to the door right behind you.
Immediately, he leans against it and his hands go to grip your waist again but you quickly grab his wrists and pin them right beside his head. Leaning closer to his ear, you sternly tell him, "Keep your hands there, got it?"
He gulps and nods at your authoritative tone. You then take a good look at his dick since you didn't really get to last time — you notice that it's lanky, average girth, with a slight curve to the left and circumcised. It's also hard but that's already obvious. In a way, it suits him and you think it's pretty, just like him.
When you look back up at him, you can't help but smile at the shy expression he gives you. Whispering into his ear, you say, "You have such a pretty dick... but do you know how to use it?"
Biting his lip, he slowly shakes his head no. As your right hand go to unbutton his shirt, you continue, unable to mask the excitement in your voice, "Well that doesn't matter. I can always teach you how." You let your fingers brush along his shaft, your touch barely there as you continue, "And when you do learn, I might let you fuck me one day." The response he gives you is cute; he quickly nods his head and pleads with you. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," he gasps, trying his best to not buck his hips. "Please."
"Alright, baby." Finally deciding to give him what he wants and put him out of his misery, you spit on your hand and start stroking his dick. Your spit makes your hand move easily and after a few moments of stroking, he gives out a loud moan, throwing his head back when you suddenly squeeze his dick — hard.
"You want people to hear us again?" You teasingly comment.
He nods and replies, "Yes... wanna... let them know... how... good you make me... feel."
"How dirty." You can't stop your smile of fondness from appearing or the chuckle that comes right after.
"I'm... your whore... remember?" Despite being paired with gasps and moans, his remark still manages to come out playful.
"Go ahead then, baby." He whimpers as your hand starts stimulating his tip. "Let everyone know who's making you feel so good. Your voice is too pretty for you to be quiet anyway."
Your right hand finally finishes unbuttoning his shirt. Without wasting any second, you touch his bare skin, running your hand all over his torso. His body's response intrigues you; everywhere your fingers go, his skin beneath you twitches and you're just using your hands. Imagine using your mouth — luckily, you don't need to imagine since he's right there.
The sound of his moan is so loud this time that it almost echoes across the room if it weren't for the room having many carpets. And to think that all you did was lick his chest. Granted, you did pinch his nipple while tightly squeezing his balls as you do so but who cares? He's so fun to play with, you just want to keep him like this for hours... but unfortunately, you're pretty sure that class is about to start soon, which means many people walking through the hallways.
Thus, you pick up the pace, trying to get him to quickly reach his high. Your left hand quickly moves up and down his shaft, your right hand goes to fondle his balls and your mouth starts sucking on one of his nipples — you doubt he's going to last long since his body is so sensitive. And based on his constant moaning and twitching, you can tell that you're right.
As you continue, he suddenly speaks, "I... I can't get our first time out of my head. I-it's like- it's like you're... haunting me." He moans when you lightly bite down on his nipple, his hips accidentally bucking into your hand. "Every time I close my eyes... I remember it again... I see it vividly... and I... I want to do it again with you... Did you... put a love spell on me... or something?"
As he continues to talk, a small uneasy feeling makes itself known to you — the kind of feeling that makes you feel as if something is wrong. It makes you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion as to what it could possibly be... but as you look at the man in front of you, you quickly understand. Just one look at him and you can tell that he's not in his right state of mind and you're pretty sure that he's just blurting out whatever's coming to his mind at this time. You can't shake away the thought that whatever he's saying right now is too private. You don't believe you should hear this, at least, not right now.
Worrying that he might end up regretting whatever he's saying, you tell him, "Heeseung, I don't want to hear anything else come out of your mouth except those pretty sounds you make, okay?"
And just to be safe, you insert two of your fingers into his mouth. As your fingers press against his tongue, he hums in response, closing his mouth and then he starts sucking on them. His tongue swirls around your fingers as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.
Your hand goes to abuse his tip, your thumb swirling the precum around and pressing down on it again and again while your other hand continues to keep his mouth busy. His body shakes at your actions and suddenly, he quickly pulls your hand away from his mouth to say something.
"I'm gonna cum, what if-"
"You can cum, Hee baby. Go on, cum for me. You can do that for me, right?" Your voice sounds so sweet that he just wants to do whatever you say.
"But it- it's gonna get messy..." he whines and trails off. Despite his worries, his hips start bucking uncontrollably into your hand, trying to catch his high anyway — he doesn't want to stop but a small part of his conscious brain still worries about how he'll clean up his mess.
"Don't worry, baby. We can clean it up," you reassure him. "Go on, be a good boy and cum for me. And keep your hands back up."
"Okay- I..." He puts his hands back up and sucks in a deep breath as he feels himself reaching his high. That conscious part of him from earlier disappears and now, he's almost chanting, "Thank you. Thank you thank you thank-"
The moment you start harshly sucking on his neck again, he's gone; with a loud and long moan, his hips thrust into your hand and streams of cum messily come out of him, getting all over your hand, onto your pants and even onto the floor. His body is shuddering and his eyes are rolled to the back of his head as your hand starts milking him for all he's got.
You coo at him, "Good boy, baby. Such a good boy for me."
"Please-" He squeaks, head thrown back against the door. You don't stop touching him though, not even when his streaks of cum stop coming out, not even when he starts uncontrollably trembling at every touch of your hand. One of your hands continues to quickly stroke his dick while the other fondles his balls, alternating from left and right. As you squeeze them, he gasps and whimpers your name.
"You're being such a good boy, baby... just taking whatever I give you." You start licking his chest, from his navel to his nipple. Heeseung shuts his eyes tight as his body continues to tremble against his will, his hands now in fists beside his head. As you play with his nipple, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it, his back arches and he can't stop himself from thrusting in and out of your hand.
"You can cum for me one more time, right?"
He groans in response, nodding. "A-a... any... thiiing... f-for... y-you."
Letting go of his nipple to whisper in his ear, you say, "Right, you did say that you're my whore."
"Y-yes, yes, yes." He gasps.
So you continue touching and stimulating him until he cums again. Throughout it, he doesn't speak at all, only making pretty noises while his body trembles. It doesn't take long before he cums again. This time, it comes as a surprise — he didn't tell you that he's close. Perhaps he, himself didn't know that he was or maybe he wasn't paying attention, too busy being lost in his own bliss. Either way, based on his reaction, it seems that he's also surprised; he cums with a scream, his voice echoes throughout the room, his eyes tightly closed, and his hips stop moving but he's still trembling all over as another shot of his cum comes out of him.
So gorgeous.
You slow down your movements, not wanting to push him too much, until you eventually stop. Heeseung pants in front of you, looking helpless and blissed out.
"See, I knew you had it in you." As you slowly coax him back to reality, you slowly become aware of how uncomfortably wet your panties are. But you push that aside for now.
It takes him a moment to come back to reality and when he does, he still feels a bit dizzy. His hands go to grip your shoulder and waist for support and you hug him to soothe and comfort him, rubbing your hand on his back — the hand that's cleaner than the other. A moment later, he breathes out a soft thank you, feeling a bit spent.
"I'll... clean everything up," he breathlessly says while hugging you. You pat his head while his arms wrap themselves tightly around you.
"That's okay, baby. I have tissues in my bag. We'll clean it up together, yeah?"
He doesn't answer you and instead, asks for a kiss. Of course, you give it to him. How could you ever say no to this man? The kiss is unsurprisingly hot, heavy and messy, your tongues intertwine together just like your breaths. He moans into it and then pulls back to kiss your neck.
"Your turn?" He whispers into your neck, his breath hot against it. You close your eyes as he starts kissing and licking your neck, his tongue hot and wet swirling on a certain spot. You grab his shoulder as he continues, and then, a moment later, you feel his sharp fangs graze against your neck but before you could make sense of what's happening, he quickly pulls away, stopping himself.
"Sorry, can I-" He gives out a shaky breath. "I wanna... make you cum." He whispers out the last part. It was so soft that you almost didn’t hear it.
"You wanna make me cum?" You whisper back, your eyes still closed, now fully aware of the tension in between your legs.
"Yeah." His hands tenderly touch your body as he says that, going down from your shoulder to your breast and finally coming to rest on your waist.
"Sure."
He kisses you again but compared to your last few kisses, this one's short. Pulling away from you, he says, "We should- uh... change positions? Would it be easier for you?"
"Ah, yeah, okay." Despite your voice sounding nonchalant, your pussy throbs at the anticipation of finally getting the attention it craves. After you both change positions, with you now leaning against the wall and him in front of you, his hands go to unbutton your shirt and unhook your bra as he kisses you.
Gripping his hair, you pull him away from you — which earns you a moan. "Go fast, I think it's almost time for class."
"There's still tons of time," he reassures you. "Barely anyone has class in this building anyway. Don't worry."
Trying to reassure you, he gives you a smile and goes back to tenderly kissing your neck. It seems that there's a clash of wants — you just want to cum while he probably just wants to take his time with you. You're about to protest but his hands and mouth on your body make you change your mind, at least for now. With his hands kneading your breasts and his mouth slowly moving from your neck to your breasts, you give out a defeated sigh.
"Fine."
With a triumphant smile, he mumbles a thank you into your skin. His mouth is now sucking your left breast, his tongue swirling around your areola and the nub, making your pussy wetter by the second. The urge to touch your pussy grows as he continues his actions. One of his hands plays with your right breast while the other goes to unbutton your pants.
All of a sudden, he lightly bites down on your breast and you jump in response, unable to stop your moan from coming out. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."
He moans too but his moan comes out muffled against your breast. After a while, your hand grips his hair and he hisses as you move his mouth to your other breast. "Keep going baby, you're doing so good. Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
The praise only spurs him on, his movements now getting bolder. Wasting no time, he begins to kiss it and then lick it, until finally, he takes it into his mouth, harshly sucking on the mound. You hiss and arch your back in response. With your pants now on the ground, your legs start to feel cold but your core is still hot and wet, demanding attention.
Eventually, he finally moves on, leaving your breasts to kiss down to your navel. Every kiss he leaves you is tender yet hot against your skin, just like his hands on your body. Once he reaches your navel, he kneels down and as you let him put one of your legs over his shoulder, his face is now very close to your crotch. Even so, he still doesn't give your pussy any attention yet. Instead, he starts at your inner thighs, specifically the one on his shoulder, slowly licking up closer and closer to your heat as his hands continuously move up and down your thighs. He stops where your thigh meets your groin and starts taking a small bit of your skin into his mouth to suck and bite on it.
You let him leave a hickey there — it's not like you can't hide it anyway. After he's done, he pulls away to admire his mark on you with a small satisfied smile but just as you thought he'd finally start eating you out, he starts the same thing over again, except this time, on your other thigh. You groan, beginning to get frustrated.
He seems to find it amusing, given by the fact that you can feel him softly chuckling into your thigh as he kisses it. "Heeseung." Your stern yet breathless voice only makes him smirk.
"Hmm?"
"You're being a brat," you hiss at him.
Pulling away from your thigh, he looks up at you with a defiant smirk and coyly says, "I'm only taking my time."
But as he moves to continue his actions, your authoritative voice makes him pause and shiver. "Heeseung, I will literally slap you." You're in no mood to take things slow, you just want to cum. That's all you want — to finally release all this built-up tension in your pussy.
"Kinky," he mumbles with a pout. It's not because he doesn't like being slapped — it's actually something he's willing to try especially during sex as long as you like it, but he's just pouting because he didn't get to-
Giving a frustrated sigh, you say to him, "You can leave a hickey there after I cum, damn it."
His face lights up as you say that and his hand grips your thigh. "Promise?"
"Yes!" You hiss. "Now be a good boy and make me cum."
Wasting no time, he hums and nods at your command, moving his mouth to your clothed pussy. He buries his nose and mouth in your heat, you can't stop a moan from escaping at the contact. His mouth starts kissing you, over and over again as his nose bumps against your clit.
"Fuck," you mutter, your hands gripping his hair tighter as he starts licking a long strip. It's relieving honestly — your pussy finally getting the attention it so craves... but it's not enough. You want his mouth on you, without anything else in the way. Thus, you tell him to take it off and he hums, acknowledging your command... but after a while, your panties are still on and he hasn't made a move to remove it, he just keeps on slowly eating you out with a smirk. When you finally realise that he's doing this deliberately, you snap.
"Heeseung!" Your voice is louder than you expected. "Take them off, for fuck's sake." Then, as if your mouth is on auto-pilot, you continue, "Do you want me to fucking slap you, huh? Is that what you want? You want me to fucking snap, don't you? Want me to pin you down and fuck you till your brain doesn't work anymore?"
At your words, Heeseung feels a bit intimidated but he can't help but also feel turned on at the same time. He moans into you and as he pulls away to pull down your panties, you continue, "Finally starting to take me seriously, huh? You're such a fucking brat, I swear to God, Heeseung. You just want to get punished, don't you?"
"God, you're so wet," he moans into you when he finally buries his face into your pussy again, without your panties this time.
Finally feeling his mouth on your heat, you moan in relief, pushing his head closer to your pussy while leaning against the door. His tongue starts licking up all your juices while his nose continuously bumps against your clit. Then, he starts sucking it, causing you to arch your back. "Fuck. That's right baby, keep going," you say, your tone now way calmer than before.
He hums into you as he continues to eat you out just the way you like, swirling and pressing his tongue against your pussy, sucking it, slurping up all of your juices. Your free hand now goes to play with your breast, massaging it while stimulating your nipple at the same time. His cums smears on your breasts as you do so but you couldn't care less about being clean right now.
When he inserts his tongue into your core, you loudly moan, your hand squeezing your breast tightly. And as he continues, sliding his tongue in and out of you, your pussy starts tightening around it and you gasp, "Fuck, I'm getting close. Don't you dare stop, you little brat, you hear me? I know you're thinking about it."
Gripping his hair tightly, you grind his face into your pussy, using him like a toy as you keep up a steady rhythm. He doesn't mind, of course he doesn't. He did say that you can use him however you want. And to help you reach your high, his hand moves to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles.
Here it comes, the release you've been seeking; there's that familiar knot in your stomach and with the help of his mouth and hand, you finally reach your climax with a moan, cumming all over his face as you bask in your release. Heeseung continues eating you out throughout it, taking in all of your juices in his mouth, not letting a single drop escape. His movements grow slower as time goes by until he eventually stops and pulls away, only to leave that hickey he so wanted on your thigh.
By the time he's done, you've gained your consciousness back. Still breathing heavily, you caress his head and softly say, "Thanks."
He licks your thigh one last time and then gets up to kiss you, wrapping his arms around you in a hug while doing so. You let him, not really bothered by the taste of you in his mouth. But the kiss doesn't last long since you're still breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you say after pulling away from him.
"It's okay," he says, resting his forehead against yours, his breathing also still heavy. Your hands move to cup his face and with a swipe of your thumb, you collect your cum on his face and feed it back to him. His lips part when your thumb touches them, and he obediently sucks it without protest.
"Good boy," you praise.
You pull your thumb away from his mouth. As his arms unwrap themselves from you, you lean against the door and give out a heavy sigh. Looking back at him, you say, "We should clean ourselves up and get dressed."
With a nod, he agrees, going to get the tissues from your bag that was by the piano. When he comes back with it, you both clean up the mess you both made; first, you both clean yourselves — although Heeseung prefers to clean you more with his mouth than with the tissues, then, you clean the floor and the door that still had streaks of his cum on them, and finally, you clean your clothes.
It's when he buttons up his shirt, you notice something strange.
"The hickeys are still there," you mention, now alarmed again.
Heeseung also gets alarmed, quickly taking out his phone to see himself but then chuckles a second later when he sees how he looks through the screen. "Damn, I looked fucked up," he mumbles.
His hand grazes the still bright red bruises on his neck and his eyebrows furrow at them when he doesn't see them healing. He turns to you and asks, "Did you drink something?"
"What?" You question as your hands are buttoning your shirt.
"Did you drink a potion or something today?" He asks, still looking at himself through the screen, his eyes looking slightly dark.
You pause your actions as you try to remember.
Potion...
Oh!
You remember now. It was during Tuesday's alchemy class where Heeseung unfortunately wasn't there. You remember that your lecturer taught the class about a new potion. Apparently, it's a consumption potion which means it only works if you consume it and he so kindly let you drink some of it after he finished explaining its properties. The colour of it was a very rich shade of blue and it smelled like the ocean... but the taste was... unpleasant, to say the least.
His voice rings across your mind, "So what it does is that it drastically slows down someone's regeneration ability, not yours but anyone you touch. Use with caution, alright. Don't be killing anyone. That's against the law."
"Oh... yeah, yeah I did. During alchemy class yesterday," you say, continuing to get dressed.
"Was it blue?" He puts his phone back in his pocket and continues buttoning his shirt.
"Yeah."
"Ah... no wonder."
You expect him to continue speaking but instead, he keeps quiet and simply tries to smooth out the wrinkles on his shirt. Eventually, you ask him a question that's on your mind, hoping that he's not annoyed or angry at you for leaving too many obvious hickeys on his neck. "But what are you gonna do?"
Please don't be angry at me.
"Oh, for these?" He shows you his neck, tapping the bruises on it. Then, with a smirk, he continues, "I'll keep them. Thanks."
"Are you sure?" You stare at him, surprised at his response.
Nodding, he reassures you, "Yeah, It's no problem. It'll go away eventually."
For the second time today, you decide to take his word for it. However, you can't help but wonder how long the potion's effect will last — maybe a couple of days? Hopefully not.
When you both finally finish making yourselves look presentable again, the comfortable silence you both share suddenly turns tense and awkward. You're unsure why but the reason makes itself known to you as you make your way to grab your bag.
Heeseung calls out your name. He sounds a bit nervous as he softly asks you, "What are we?"
Grabbing your bag, you think about it for a couple of seconds. "Hm, I guess... friends with benefits?"
"Oh..." He slowly nods, looking down at the floor.
"Unless you don't want that. This can be a one-time thing if you want."
"Nono, I-" He quickly says. "I just..." Taking a deep breath, he brings his head up to make eye contact with you and continues, his voice soft and a bit unsure, "I want something more..."
You look at him as soon as you hear that; he stands there, still near the door, with his posture straight and his face serious as he looks at you. "What?" You can't help but say.
Gathering all his courage, he nods to himself and continues, "I want to date you."
Surprise is the only word that describes how you feel right now. Never in a million years would you ever think that someone here actually likes you, much less want to date you. You've never even thought about dating a supernatural before either. And although you do like Heeseung... you're still unsure if you like him more than just a friend or not. Unsure of how to reply to his sudden confession, you end up just staring at him.
At your lack of response, his cheeks begin to turn pink again and says in a shaky voice, "If that's... a bit too much then it's alright." He gives you a reassuring smile, hoping that you don't feel pressured to reciprocate his feelings. "I don't mind just being friends with you."
"Heeseung, I'm sorry, I'm not too sure," you begin. "I mean, you're the only person who's been kind to me here. I'm not sure if I like you that way... and I wouldn't want you to fall in love with me, only for me to realise later that I never really liked you more than a friend in the first place."
Silence fills the air again as he takes in your words.
"Would you... give me a chance, at least?" He finally says. "Like at least let me take you on a date? Please?" As he looks at you with such cute and innocent eyes, you find yourself smiling at him. "I can show you the world if you want..." and ever so softly, he says his next sentence, "If you promise to show me yours."
His voice sounds melodious as he says that — you could hear the genuineness and hopefulness in his voice. And as you both stand there, just staring at each other, you begin to think to yourself; why not?
"Where would you take me?"
His face immediately lights up as you say that and you can't help but laugh at his cuteness.
"Anywhere you want," he replies with a bright smile, the kind of smile that could make the whole world stop and stare.
"Okay," you softly say, walking closer to him and giving him your hand.
For the first time in your life, you find yourself feeling excited about leaving your dorm, you find yourself anticipating to explore the world that you were so hesitant to get to know. It's as if your worries about laying low suddenly don't exist. And even though you're not really dating, you still can't stop the wide smile on your face as he meets you halfway, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together.
"Thank you," he whispers, bringing your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.
"Thank you," you reply.
"For what?" He looks at you with a smile, slightly confused at your words.
Many things — for being kind to you, for being your friend, for not judging you just because you're human, and honestly, many more. But what comes out of your mouth is a simple, "Not every human has the honour of having a potential vampire boyfriend."
His laugh is bright and rich, music to your ears. His eyes crinkle as he laughs and his smile is wide. Just the sight of him laughing wholeheartedly makes your heart feel full. When he finishes laughing, his demeanour changes a bit to a playful one, leaning closer to whisper in your ear with that low voice and that signature boyish smile, "I can be much more than a vampire boyfriend."
"I have no doubt about it," you say to him as you try to calm down your beating heart.
Grabbing your bag from you with his other hand, he says, "Let me walk you to your dorm."
"Okay."
As you both reach the door, you take a look back and scan the room, just to make sure that everything's as it should be. You look back at him when you're done; he has his hand on the door as he asks you, "Ready?"
Nodding at him, you let him open the door and walk you to your dorm, your hands entwine together the whole walk.
once again, you heard a refusal that went through your heart like a knife. damn. heeseung's face contorted with a kind of sadness, and he quickly looked down. his eyes fast, as if in a panic, ran across the floor. you would really like to calm him down, but how?
your hands instinctively reached for his face, but he immediately recoiled. unexpectedly quickly. you've instantly pressed your arms back to you and apologized in a barely audible voice, not knowing what to do now. is the moment ruined?
“i'm sorry, i'm sorry.. i haven't talked to people for so long that i've already forgotten how warm and nice they can be.”
his words stuck to you like rust, and you nodded, “it's okay, i know it's not easy for you.”
“i hate this existence. every day begins and ends with a wild thirst. eternal hunting, running and escaping. like a monster,” heeseung spat out the last phrase with such disgust that there was no need to guess - being a vampire is not the most pleasant thing in the world.
you slowly sat down a little closer and stretched out your palm to his palm. this time he did not recoil, and you intertwined your fingers with great pleasure and tenderness. they're so icy. isn't he cold?
“you're completely cold.”
"i'm not alive anymore. it's okay.”
“i'll warm you up.”
heeseung dared to look up at you for the first time this evening, but immediately lowered his eyes back down. what is it? human feelings? nonsense, he had already forgotten them. but your feelings are still with you, and this is a trump card.
as soon as he stops resisting, you bend down to his face and gently kiss his cheek, leaving a warm trace on the skin. he smiles, as it seems to him, imperceptibly, but in fact his face literally blossoms into a smile, and you can't help but smile back. how nice it is to make him happy.
“you're so handsome when you smile.”
“are you complimenting a monster?
“i'm complimenting the boy i love and want to see happy.”
your words. why.. why are you saying them? why are you lying? love a monster? this is nonsense! after so many years of wandering around the world, along the oceans and land, hee's weaned from these ordinary joys. «the boy i love».. how can you love a monster?
heeseung's head is splitting from all the load of thoughts, and he looks up at you again, slightly narrowed because of disbelief, “you're lying.”
when he said this for the first time, your heart squeezed and almost broke, however, the understanding that this is just an attempt to protect his weak human-self, imprisoned in the halls of vampirism, and you will have to fight with it for a long time. the walls are too high and strong to cope with them in one day, so you act gradually, step by step. he needs help, warmth and understanding, and you are ready to give it all.
“do you really want to decide for me whether i love you or not?”
“our love is unnatural.”
“it's unnatural to give up this love. we both need it.”
you, as always, hit the spot. right in the bull's-eye. heeseung's face reflects confusion for a split second, and now, his eyes begin to shine because of the tears that have accumulated in them. one drips, the second does the same.
but he, oddly enough, smiles, and you again make an attempt to take his face in your hands. the attempt turns out to be successful. he doesn't freak out, and you can safely wipe the salty tracks with your thumbs and lips. his skin is cold, but pleasant, and you don't stop, showering his cheeks, cheekbones, nose, temples, forehead with kisses.
from each new kiss, heeseung seems to cry even more, leaning towards you, if only you would not stop. but you stop and lean back, not letting go of his face. his fingers squeeze your wrists, in fear that all this is just a sweet dream that is about to collide with reality and break into a million pieces.
“why did you stop?”
“don't forget, we still need to feed you. and get ready for bed.”
“i won't drink your blood. and I don't need sleep.”
“you always get sleepy after feeding.”
“i won't drink your blood.”
“you will drink my blood. and only mine. if there is something mine in you and something yours in me, it makes us one, right?”
your words sound more than logical in her mind, and he sighs, nods, looking away again, while his teeth nervously squeeze his lower lip, “i don't want to hurt you..”
“it won't hurt me.”
“i was bitten. it hurts.”
“you bite differently than everyone else. it doesn't hurt to feed you, so just stop arguing with me and come here,” you gently stroke his wet cheek again before tilting your head to the side and showing him pulsating veins, smiling.
even though overwhelmed by confusion, he slowly moves from the chair to your lap and wraps around you with all his limbs, like a one-year-old baby. your hands immediately get to his back, and heeseung feels how warm you are even through the thick fabric of his clothes. he wishes he could spend all eternity with you..
he noisily swallows, driving away all outside thoughts from himself and feeling how hungry he really is. just the smell of your skin makes his fangs become predatory, but he can't lose self-control. he looks up at you. you nod. he nods back. his skin is still on fire because of crying, but it doesn't matter. now he has to concentrate on you.
and your skin..
it smells delicious and tastes incredible. heeseung runs his tongue along the vein, kisses the future bite site, and then, embracing you with his hands, plunges into your flesh with two sharp fangs, forcing you to inhale noisily.
your body instinctively shrinks, because the procedure is really painful, but he doesn't need to know about it. you continue to smile, stroking your hungry boy’s head, whispering in his ear the most tender words and the most truthful vows that an ordinary mortal can give.
he listens to them greedily, closing his eyes. a sip, another, and another. weakness slowly envelops your body, you go limp in his arms. your blood tastes really incredible, and hee would like to taste it on his tongue every day, but he needs to stop. he can't kill you like this, by his own efforts.
after taking another small sip, he releases his fangs from you and begins to lick the wounds quickly. the blood is still oozing out of them, but thanks to his saliva, which has not lost its healing properties, it still stops. he smiles contentedly, kissing the bite a few more times, and then immediately looks up at you.
there's a mask of some kind of fatigue, satisfaction and.. happiness on your face? heeseung's not used to seeing such facial expressions, and even more so to be the cause of them, and therefore he came closer to you, slightly tilting his head to the side, “y/n?”
you slowly turn a slightly sleepy look at him and smile. still, the lack of blood affects your condition, you can't hide it, but the fact that your boy finally ate is a hundred times more important. your hands begin to slide gently up and down, “what is it, baby?”
baby.. this word seems to resonate with hee's very soul, and he smiles, looking at the wound he left just a few moments ago. baby. how can such a formidable creature of the night be a baby? it's unclear, but heeseung doesn't want to figure it out today. today he wants to be with you and try to distract himself from everything that weighs on him.
“i couldn't stop..”
“are you full?”
“yes, i haven't drunk so much for a long time.”
“great, I'm glad,” your voice sounds a little lower than usual, due to fatigue, and this makes hee shiver. an unfamiliar chill runs down his spine, and he tenses, not knowing what it is and why he feels this way. is it fear? no.
there's definitely something changing in his eyes, but you can't figure out what it is, so one of your palms gently rests on his cheek again and gently strokes the pad of your thumb along his cheekbone, “is something wrong?”
heeseung just shakes his head and looks down. again. this habit of his sometimes pisses you off terribly, because you would always like to see his honey-brown eyes, see stars in them and some kind of supernatural, alluring shine. but no, hee is naturally too shy to look someone in the eye for more than a second, and you'll have to put up with it. a pity.
the awkward silence hanging between you turns into something oppressive, and heeseung fidgets on your hips, not knowing where to put himself. as you said, he really starts to feel a little sleepy, and eventually just bends over to your neck once again. the tip of his upturned nose passes through your veins, he inhales the smell, and then you place your head on your shoulder and freezes, closing your eyes. his breathing becomes more even and he just relaxes.
your voice confidently gets into every cell of him, and he blushes even more. god, he's so handsome when he blushes. your hands cup his face, and you kiss him again. your lips touch his lips, nose, cheeks, nose bridge, eyebrows, forehead.. soon, his whole face is strewn with your kisses, and you want more, sinking down to his neck. for the first time in his new life, hee feels like prey. those who are being hunted.
his neck is so soft, flexible, slightly warm. you can feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. so hot. your lips dig into him, and you begin your devilish dances on his skin, covering it with hickeys, one by one. of course, they won't stay for long, they will disappear by morning, but it's not so important, because now it's just important for you to make him yours. show him that he's yours.
the contrast of strong sucking and soft tongue drives your boy crazy, and he throws his head back harder, giving you more access. his eyes roll up from your lips alone, he bites his lower lip furiously. the fabric of the shirt rubs unpleasantly against the chest. everything is so annoying.
“s-shall we go to bed?”
his intonation, slightly trembling and high, disappeared around blank walls and echoed in your heart. you briefly broke away from his neck and, smiling contentedly, clung to his ear, whispering, “why?”
teasing him now seems to you almost the best solution in the world, all your insides freeze waiting for his answer. what will he say? will he keep silent? laugh it off?
heeseung clamps his lips with his teeth and frowns, allowing a wave of tremble to pass through his body with an electric charge. all of him, like a naked nerve, is too sensitive now, and he is impatient to throw off unnecessary rags and expose not only the soul, but also the body in front of you.
finally, he swallows the saliva that has accumulated in his mouth and whispers, “take me the way you want..”
with just one command, he unleashed your inner hunter. not wanting to waste a minute of precious time, you quickly pull him off your lap and, dragging him away with a new kiss, push him to the bed. his trembling legs can barely cope with your assertive step, but fortunately, he soon lands on a cold blanket and looks up at you. his hands hesitantly reach for the ribbon that serves as a kind of tie.
“i'll undress you myself.”
“p-please..”
damn, his doe eyes are so big now. how could he possibly scare anyone with such a face?
you gently stroke his cheek, kissing his forehead, and then you push him, and he falls on his back, not taking his eyes off you. the way you confidently return to his neck, how you kiss it again, how your hands quickly pull the ribbon aside, all this fascinates hee, and he does not notice how he makes his first moan. such sounds are a delight to your ears, and you are only glad to hear more.
the buttons on his shirt are no longer your rivals, they no longer hide his honey-colored skin and all the moles he has, so you confidently go down to the protruding collarbones. hickey, hickey, hickey.. and another one. he's so cute when he's embarrassed.
“mhm, you have such warm lips..”
“my heart is on fire.”
“because of me?”
“because of you, baby.”
a satisfied smile, a moment of doubt and his fingers are already sinking into your hair. damn, it's so soft. while you stupefyingly study his stomach, kissing both here and there, he just relaxes and gives you control, full power over him and everything he has. the tips of his fingers massage your scalp, and he himself has closed his eyes, just to dissolve in this love.
the way you spread his legs, with what strength, concentration and passion you do it. everything about you is like that.. primordial?
“it seems you're a huntress today..”
“and you are my prey.”
“it's nice to be your pre.. ah!” his voice suddenly turns into a moan when you pull down his shorts to bite his pelvic bone.
“what?”
he nods willingly, and you know that now you need to get rid of all the clothes. you kiss his stomach once again and lift yourself up on your arms to look at his face: red cheeks, a sheet clenched in his hands, furrowed eyebrows. he's so handsome when he needs you. your hand gently rests on his waist, and he opens his eyes, meeting your caring gaze, “can i take off your shorts?”
heeseung is briefly lost, pursing his lips, but immediately nods when the meaning of the question reaches him. of course, damn it. he's been waiting for this for so long. his body, which did not feel the heat, is now just burning with impatience, and he is ready to beg you in any way, so long as you just don't stop.
“please keep going..” he whines so plaintively that he almost meows, and your heart squeezes with love. he's so beautiful. everything is in him, from the top of the head to his toes.
“all right, babe.”
while your fingers are deftly straightening out the belt, you playfully look at him, not knowing where to start, “you know, you're so handsome, hee."
“don't lie..”
by the way he looks away, you understand that for many years of wandering with the "fam", he probably forgot what it's like to be praised. too many hard things have fallen on his shoulders, but now it's just the past, a pathetic echo. now there is only you, your room and love, which with the greed of a coyote devours your hearts, leaving not a single piece.
“i like to talk more about how beautiful you are from the inside, but now i really want to remind you what beautiful eyes you have. did you know that they are sunny? i see the rays of the sun in them every time i look at you, and I am so glad that you are there,” you are a little carried away in dreams while you poetically describe his eyes, but he is still here. and your words have their own effect. not understanding why you feel something like that for someone like him, hee can't find words, quietly listening to what you say next.
“i really like the shape of your lips, i want to kiss them every day; your waist is so soft, i want to squeeze it every time I hug you in our chair; you have sexy hips, and i can't wait to cover them with kisses; damn, and what a beautiful chest you have..”
“y/n, please..” as soon as your boy's voice ups, you quickly come to your senses and lower your eyes to him. he smiles so brightly and joyfully that you can't help but smile back, and it seems tears are running down his cheeks again.
how so?
“my love?”
“i'm sorry, i just couldn't imagine that you think of me like that,” he briefly turns his eyes to you and sobs, not knowing what gesture to make now. he is so afraid of breaking the moment and destroying all the bridges between you that even a small step to meet you feels like a slow walk through a burning fire barefoot.
“it's okay, i'll remind you how wonderful you are every day until you realize it yourself,” he smiles happily again, his eyes take on a lively sparkle, and you reach out to him. he takes it in his and you quickly interlace your fingers, forming a kind of lock. this is your unbreakable vow to each other.
leaning forward, you gently kiss one of his fingers before returning to his trousers, not letting go of his hand.
“do you want me to take it off myself?”
“no.”
he nods for the umpteenth time this evening. finally, the struggle with the shorts is over, and you slowly take them off. it's time to let go of your hand, “baby, i'll take your hand a little later."
hee doesn't want to let you go, but his need is much stronger now, and therefore, while you are lowering his underwear, he brings his hands to his lips and slightly clamps his fingers between them. his hips are trembling slightly due to impatience.
“you have such beautiful hips..” you whisper, slowly sinking onto your stomach so that heeseung can comfortably throw one leg over your shoulder and relax, “spread them wider.”
your wish is his command, so he spreads his knees to the side without any doubt. how impatient he is.
pressing your lips to him, you slowly kiss a long path, glancing at heeseung every now and then. his hips periodically shake, and his back bends, his breathing has been knocked down for a long time. he seems pleased. the closer you get to his cock, the more he wriggles, forcing you to slip your hands under his hips and hug them so that he could no longer move them, “stay still, kitten.”
he mumbles "sorry" in a barely audible voice, waiting for you to continue this sweet torture. and you do, your lips rise higher and higher, and now, you reach the inside of his hips, starting to gently suck the skin. it is very thin and delicate here, so your every move is careful.
“please..”
you ignore it, your tongue continues to slide slowly back and forth. his member, already excited, sways slightly from side to side, dropping thick drops of precum. they slowly collide with the skin and immediately begin to slide down, over the hips, right on the blanket. damn, it's so nice. it's time for you to start.
slightly rising on your elbows, you look at him, smiling, “kitten, get our favorite lubricant, it's in the same place as always.”
his mind, clouded by desire, slowly analyzes each letter, but his hands themselves, without unnecessary commands, reach for the locker, reaching for the right bottle, which always stands right in front of the lamp and does not leave its place.
heeseung opens his eyes a little to make sure that this is what is needed. all right. strawberry lube. his favorite. with a trembling hand, he slowly passes it to you and shudders, uttering a loud sob, “y/n, are you sure..?”
he does not have time to finish, as a new sensation of something cool on the inflamed tip pulls a long moan from his chest. so loud and so beautiful.
“yes, this is my boy,” you say to yourself mentally, carefully spreading the lubricant with the palm of your hand. he's so hard, and even quite big, but it doesn't scare you, you willingly take the tip in your mouth, clamping it with your lips. damn, it's sweet. your tongue goes around, your cheeks pull in and you pull away with a characteristic smacking sound. let the lubricant taste like the cheapest balm, it doesn't matter. you lower your head again and this time, albeit slowly, you begin to lower it down your throat.
heeseung is lost in stars, constellations and dreams, not knowing if this is really reality. the sheet in his hands was wet for a long time, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat and ruined his bangs. his hips, shuddering every now and then, begin to slowly approach each other, threatening to squeeze you. but you don't mind.
being between them has been something of a dream ever since you felt them. they are so soft, cold most of the time, but now they are hot, and native. it's all you could dream of, just lying between them, kissing them every second and nuzzling them. are you really such a fetishist.
your throat contracts when hee finally brings his legs together, pressing you to him, and you have to put your palm on one of his legs and squeeze noticeably. he immediately understands the command and spreads it aside, but not far away, if only you would not let go. and you weren't going to. to feel its softness with your fingers, to leave marks and just squeeze it is a pleasure.
he's so obedient. you mumble quite a lot, causing a vibration in your throat, and he immediately responds with a loud moan. sigh, exhale and you increase the pace. your hand tightens on his flesh, and he fidgets again, “i'm.. i'll..”
you saw it coming. the way he trembles, how loudly he sighs, how his member flitches, everything gives out a quick orgasm, and you want to see it. having gained a lot of speed, you slide along the sensitive wreaths with your tongue, along the tip and shaft, and when hee moans again, you quickly release him from your mouth and wrap your palm around him without knocking down the rhythm.
the contrast of warm saliva and cold air works its magic, and in just a few movements he bends his back as much as he can, brings his knees together and stains his stomach with whitish drops. damn, he's beautiful.
the spots you left all over his body serve as a small reminder of this beautiful night. his breathing, so heavy now, is your reward. and his very birth and life is a blessing. your little boy.
licking your lips, you get closer and lie down next to him, allowing him to instantly turn to you and penetrate into the tightness of your embrace. how good.
“y/n, i... damn, i messed up everything..”
“shh, my love, everything is fine,” you whisper softly, smiling and kissing the tip of his upturned nose. he giggles a little, looking down at your lips and then raising them to your eyes, smiling. the hint is clear. you immediately kiss him, press him to you, soiling yourself with sperm, but who cares? your boy is in your arms.
you kiss slowly, weaving your tongues into a tight knot, while your hands study his back and waist, grab his buttocks and crumple them until hee pulls away, blushing even more, “y/n, you are so brazen..”
“because i love touching you. yes, and i love you all too.”
“love me always. exactly the same. or stronger, if possible.”
“i promise i will," you gently whisper into his lips before dragging him into a new, tender kiss.
before you prove to him again that your love's not unnatural.
♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › vampire au, lowkey vampire knight au, vampire!heeseung, protective!heeseung, human!reader, fem!reader, vampire!jay being an ass (ily jay)
♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › you're the new girl at a school that welcomes vampires as well as average humans. unfortunately, no one thought to inform you of this.
♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › the title is "welcome to cross academy" btw, i know it's hard to read in that font. really did not mean for this to be so long. thank you so much to @pebbypenny for being my beta reader <333
Staring up at the enormous gothic gates, a wonderstruck smile covers your face. Cross Academy: one of the top schools in the country. You'd finally made it. Years of dedicated study and hard work had paid off, granting you a fully paid scholarship to the prestigious institute.
Taking a deep breath, you step through the gates and head towards the school, dragging your suitcase behind you. A wide dirt path with a lush, broadleaf forest on either side directs you to the main building. With grand, Victorian-era inspired architecture, three stories of ivy and moss speckled grey stone and brickwork diminish your form as you walk.
Suppressing your awe, you push past the cumbersome entrance door and step into the entryway. Walls and floors of rich rosewood illuminated by the sun shining through large arched windows greet you. You pause for a moment, unsure where to go next, but your anxiety is quickly quelled by the calling of your name.
"Ah, you must be Y/N," a man with narrow-framed glasses and a long blonde ponytail says from the top of a staircase to your left. Despite the dorky glasses and unconventional hairstyle, the man exudes an extraordinary amount of class and grace. "I'm Headmaster Cross. It’s lovely to meet you."
"Lovely to meet you too, Sir," you say with a polite smile and bow of your head.
"Please follow me to my office, Y/N. I, unfortunately, have an urgent matter to attend to, but I've arranged for another student to show you around." The headmaster sees the uncertain look you direct at your luggage. "Feel free to leave that here for now. You'll be back down soon.”
You nod, following him up the stairs and down a hallway to his office. The largely cream-coloured space plays host to an imposing and intricately carved desk, seats for the headmaster and two guests, and multiple bookshelves lining the walls. There are two large windows behind the headmaster's desk through which you can see the rest of the school in the distance.
Occupying one of the two plush chairs in front of the desk is a boy in casual clothing who stands and turns at the sound of the door opening.
"Ah, good! He's here already," Headmaster Cross says cheerfully. "Y/N, this is Heeseung Lee, one of our best and brightest. Heeseung this is Y/F/N, the new transfer I told you about."
Heeseung shifts his gaze to you and your heart threatens to burst out from your chest. Jet black hair parted slightly to the right, a prominent upturned nose and doe-like yet fierce eyes that could slice cleanly through your soul. He's gorgeous, you think, awestruck once again.
"Hello, Y/N," Heeseung says, flashing you an almost blinding smile.
Oh, God...
"Hello," you reply, your voice coming out a lot quieter than you intended.
"Well, I hate to have to dismiss you so quickly, but I have business to attend to," the headmaster says, seeming genuinely saddened. "I hope you'll enjoy your time here, Y/N, and that we can meet again soon." He turns to Heeseung. "In the meantime, Heeseung, please look after her."
"I will, Headmaster."
“So, Y/N, which class are you in?” Heeseung asks you as you exit the entrance building. Outside there is more lush broadleaf forest separated by a long limestone path. The trees stand back from the path to allow the sun to warm your skin as you walk.
“2-A,” is your answer to Heeseung. “You?”
“2-A? You must be very intelligent. I'm in 3-A. So just one year above.”
You pray that the burning blush in your cheeks isn’t too noticeable. It wasn’t every day a boy as good looking as Heeseung complimented you.
“If it’s okay, may I ask why you’ve come to cross academy so late in your schooling?”
“It’s fine,” you say. “My mother got promoted at her work and we had to move.”
“Ahh, so where were you before?”
Before you answer, the two of you reach a fork in the path. Which way?
“Turn right here,” Heeseung says.
“Okay. Uh, originally we lived in Wistaria.”
Heeseung stops. “Really? That's where I'm from too.”
“Wow. What a coincidence.”
Smiling cutely with his eyes, Heeseung holds his hand out to you. “It's a pleasure to meet you, my fellow Wistarian.”
“Indeed,” you giggle.
As you continue the walk to your dorm, Heeseung and you chat about your early years in Wistaria. The two of you lived at opposite ends of the city but still share so many similar experiences. Talking to Heeseung feels like reconnecting with a long-lost childhood friend. You get lost in the conversation with him, and almost jump when a cold, dark shadow falls over you. You look up to see a building similar in appearance to the entrance building.
“Here is your dorm,” Heeseung says. “Do you know your room number?”
“Yes, it was in a letter.”
“Okay. I should get going then. I've got a super important basketball game to attend in the gymnasium.”
The exasperated look he gives paired with the heavy sarcasm in his voice makes you laugh. “Okay. Have fun.”
“I hope we see each other again soon,” Heeseung says, completely unaware of the effect his words are having on your poor heart.
“Y-Yeah. Me too.”
"Here, let me," your roommate, Scarlett, says with a laugh, seeing you struggle to tie the red bow on the bust of your uniform.
The uniform is simple but still sophisticated: a white button-up shirt is worn under a black blazer and paired with a pleated skirt, both of which feature thin white details around the edges. Then, black knee-high socks, colour coordinated shoes of choice and a red tie or bow pinned to the centre of the blazer.
"All done! Let's go."
To your relief, Scarlett shares most of her classes with you and ensures you don't get lost throughout the day. During lunch breaks, Scarlett takes you through some of the magical gardens scattered around the school, featuring meticulously pruned flower gardens and grandiose fountains and fruit trees. Scarlett tells you about a hedge maze between the gymnasium and the dorm building where the two of you stay. At the end of the day when the bell rings, Scarlett squeals with excitement, almost bouncing out of her seat.
"You dislike school that much?" you tease, collecting your things.
"No, silly," Scarlett says. "The end of the day for us means the start of the day for the night class."
"Night class?" you ask, brows pulling together. This is the first you've heard of any night class. There was no mention of it during the scholarship application process. Perhaps it was not on offer for sponsored students.
"Mmhmm. We're mostly separated from them, but between the three-thirty and four-thirty bells, we're allowed to mingle. Weekends too."
"I didn't know there was a night class," you confess.
"Well, now you do!" Scarlett grins and scoops her books into her arms. "Come on, I'll introduce you to one of my night class friends."
"Oh, no, it's okay," you say. "I need to go to the library. There are a few things I need to catch up on."
"But it's the first day of term..." Scarlett pouts at you.
"I know but everybody here is so smart and advanced, and I want to make sure I don't fall behind."
Scarlett huffs. "Okay. Do you want me to show you to the library?"
"No, I think I can find my way."
"Okay, just make sure you leave when the bell rings at four-thirty. Day class can't be out past then."
The bell rings. You look up from your textbook to check the clock. 4:30. Scarlett's words float around your head. But I’m just studying, you think. Nothing else. Being a conscientious student isn't a crime, is it? Surely you would be forgiven if a teacher caught you.
Mind made up, you dive back into your textbook, the still and silence of the library easily lulling you back into your study.
By the time you finish the chapter questions, it's almost 6 pm and the sun has completely set. The only source of light now coming from the desk lamp you vaguely remember switching on at some point. Your eyes ache and your stomach is begging for food, so you figure it's best to head back to your dorm. You begin to tidy up your belongings, returning your pens into their pouch and stacking your many work and text books, when a sudden voice cracks like a whip through the silence.
"Now, what do we have here?"
A high-pitched yelp jumps out of you and you flip around to find a square-jawed boy has snuck up on you. As he slinks out of the shadows towards you, you take notice of the clothes he wears. A blazer and suit pants similar in design to the male students of Cross Academy. He even sports the signature ruby red tie around his neck. However, rather than black with white detailing, this man's clothing is a crisp snow white with detailing like ink strokes.
Briefly, you flash back to your last conversation with Scarlett. Is this the night class uniform?
Your theory is all but confirmed by the boy's next words.
"A day student out past bedtime," he says, his deep voice sultry and teasing. "That's against the rules."
"I-I'm just studying," you stutter.
"Still against the rules," the boy says, stepping towards you. "Don't you know it's dangerous at night."
"This is a library. How could it be dangerous?" you try to sound confident, but the shiver in your words betrays you.
The boy chuckles lowly, one side of his mouth pulling up into a devious smirk. His expression only becomes cockier as your eyes catch on his elongated incisors. A chill creeps up your spine.
You're a smart girl, jumping to conclusions isn't your thing. Humans are complex and varied creatures, so the sight of longer than average teeth shouldn't be all that concerning. But, paired with the razor sharp point they come to at the tips and the almost predatory glint in his eyes, you can't be sure this person is human at all.
"Something wrong, sweetheart?" he asks with mock concern.
"No," you say, your feet sliding back despite your words. Your legs hit the edge of the table and your fingers scramble to unzip your pencil case. Again, you're not one to jump to conclusions, but it never hurts to be prepared, even if a ballpoint pen isn't the most effective weapon. I can't die on my first day here.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” says the boy, reaching his hand towards you. “I don't bite… Oh wait...” He pauses, head hanging as he lets out a dark chuckle. His head snaps up, piercing red eyes locking onto you. “I do.”
Before you can even consider screaming, a sudden gust of wind blows over you and to your bewilderment Heeseung appears beside you, ripping the other boy's hand away from you.
"Cut it out, Jay," Heeseung says coldly. "You're scaring her."
The newly identified Jay groans, throwing his head back. "Jeez, Heeseung. Way to ruin the fun."
"Your version of fun needs to be re-evaluated," Heeseung snaps back, tossing Jay's hand away. "Get back to class."
Rolling his eyes, Jay turns on his heel, mumbling, “Whatever,” before disappearing into the shadows between the bookshelves.
But your fear is far from gone. The shock of the situation turns your bones into jelly and you have to rest on the desk behind you. You can’t even begin to process what just happened. Was that guy some sort of psychopath with a screwball sense of style that compelled him to file his teeth and wear glowing red contacts? Or is there something more sinister at play here?
The thoughts are too heavy to contain and you can’t help but wonder aloud, quietly to the carpeted floor, “What the hell?” then louder to Heeseung, “What the hell?!”
“Y/N, wait—”
“What the hell, Heeseung?” you demand, voice raising again. “What the hell was that? He had glowing eyes! and fangs!”
“I can explain.”
“Please do!”
“Okay.” Heeseung sighs. The stern attitude he spoke to Jay with dissolves as he takes a breath. “I was supposed to tell you this yesterday, but I was enjoying talking to you so much that it completely slipped my mind. And I sincerely apologise for that. I should have warned you. The truth is… Cross Academy isn’t an ordinary school. Yes, having a day and night class is a bit strange, but the reasoning behind it is even stranger.”
“Go on…” you prompt.
Cautiously, he says, “The reason we have two separate student bodies is because the night class are… vampires.”
The room falls deadly silent, Heeseung waiting for your reaction and you waiting for your brain to reboot. You feel like someone has just pulled your power cord out of the socket before properly shutting you down. All unsaved progress has been lost.
Vampires? Really? Vampires? Those undead humans that hate the sunlight and garlic? It can’t be true. Vampires are myths, fairy tales, old folklore created from misunderstandings about the world and people in it. Or cheesy early-2000s romance novel characters written to give teen girls heart murmurs. There’s no way.
But… That boy… Jay… His teeth were so abnormally long and sharp. And his eyes, they were blood-red… Could it be true that the night class are actually vampires? But then that would mean…
Arms crossing over your queasy stomach, you step away from the table to take in Heeseung's uniform, one which matches the other boy's to a tee. Slowly, you raise your gaze to meet Heeseung’s. “Does that mean… Are-are you…?”
His beautiful face is heartachingly solemn. “Yes.”
“Prove it.”
Heeseung sighs, shoulders sinking as he reaches his hand out to yours. “May I?”
Your brows pull together in confusion, but you allow him to take your hand in his.
Gently, as though handling a delicate porcelain doll, Heeseung flips your hand palm up and pushes back your sleeves, bringing your hand up to his face. Your inquiry to his actions gets trapped in your throat as Heeseung lowers his face to your exposed wrist. His hair falls over his face, obscuring your view of his eyes fluttering shut as he inhales through his nose. His nose bumps the delicate skin of your wrist, his plush lips brush ever so slightly over your veins, igniting your body like a match. A soft gasp floats past your slips as Heeseung's grip on your wrist tightens ever so slightly before he pulls back, running a quivering hand through his hair.
Stunned, you stare at your wrist with wide eyes. It looks just as it always does and yet your whole body feels a million degrees—like lava is now circulating through your veins. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest.
“God,” Heeseung groans airly. “I can't even remember the last time I was this close to human blood.”
His words are a slap in the face reminder of why he did what he did—to prove to you that not only are vampires real, but that he is one too. You look up at him just in time to see his eyes open, revealing the same blood-red glow in his irises that Jay had. You watch his tongue run under his top teeth, highlighting the incisors which, like Jay, are longer and sharper than naturally possible in any human.
Okay. So maybe the world as you know it is not so… as you know it. Vampires are real and you’re attending school with them. That’s cool. Totally fine. But then, if vampires are real, what about other supernatural creatures? Werewolves? Fae? The Loch Ness monster?
Heeseung chuckles. “No, the Loch Ness monster is just a story.”
You freeze. “Wha—?”
“I can read minds,” Heeseung says with a gentle smile.
Your jaw almost crashes through the floor. “Vampires can read minds?”
“No. I can read minds.”
“Oh. That makes sense… I guess.”
Heeseung elaborates. “Every vampire has some sort of extra ability outside of strength, speed and accelerated healing. The most common ones involve the elements.”
“Wow. I—This is all so…” Your eyes drift from Heeseung, mind reeling from the events of the night. Half an hour ago, vampires were nothing but a myth to you. And now… Your brain feels fragmented: cracked and snapped and torn to shreds by the complete destruction of your reality.
Eyes downcast, Heeseung takes your hand again, pulling your sleeves back down. “I know this is a lot for you to take in. It always is.” He tries to comfort you by gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. “But you’re doing really well, all things considered. Usually there would be a lot more screaming and cursing.”
You focus back on Heeseung, somewhat relieved to find his eyes have returned to a warm brown. “Usually? You mean this happens often?”
He nods. “Yes. Most if not all day students are aware of the night class’s vampirism. It’s kind of the point of Cross Academy; to show that vampires and humans can coexist.”
“Wait. Is Headmaster Cross…?”
“A vampire? No. I believe he used to be a hunter actually.”
Your eyes widen for the umpteenth time. “People hunt vampires? Like animals?”
“Yes, but some are beginning to change their ways. Like headmaster cross. His goal is for us all to exist peacefully with each other, without fear or distrust.”
You swallow thickly. The melancholic expression that had formed on Heeseung's face makes you wonder…
“You want to know if I’ve ever been hunted,” Heeseung says, proving again that he can see into your mind. Taking a chance on this ability, he tentatively threads his fingers through yours. As expected, neither your mind nor your body show any sign of protest to his action. “I have. My whole family has. Back in Wistaria. We were attacked and fled here.”
You gasp. “Are you serious? There are hunters in Wistaria?”
Heeseung nods. “But only because they tracked my family there. They weren’t local to the area.”
“Regardless, that must have been so traumatic for you.”
He shakes his head slightly, flicking the memories of his past away “Perhaps, but it was a long time ago. Right now, you’re the one going through a traumatic experience.”
“I don't know if I'd call this traumatic. Just… a lot to take in.”
“In any case, you should head back to your dorm. Your friends are probably worried about you.”
“Yeah, all one of them,” you joke.
“Am I not your friend?” Heeseung replies, tilting his head to be in line with your sight.
“Ah—Well—I mean—Of course, I just—”
Heeseung laughs at your flustered response. “I'm only teasing. Either way, it’s only your first day. I'm sure you’ll make some more friends tomorrow.”
Huffing playfully, you gather the books you knocked over earlier.
“Would you like me to accompany you back to your dorm?” Heeseung asks, picking up your pencil case. “Most of us night class students aren’t like Jay and we have guardians who patrol the grounds, but, you know, just in case.”
“Yes please,” you say before he can recant his offer.
Giving you another gentle, comforting smile, Heeseung offers you his hand. “Shall we then?”
Hands entwined throughout, the walk back to your dorm is relatively silent; you taking some time to fully process everything that has happened and Heeseung giving you the mental space to do so. When you reach the door of the dorm, Heeseung kisses your hand and bids you goodnight.
“Wait!” you say before he can walk away. “I have a question.”
“What is it?” he asks, turning back to you.
“If you’re a vampire, that means you drink blood, right?”
“Yes.”
“Human blood?”
“No,” Heeseung says with a tight-lipped smile. “Not while we’re at school anyway.”
“But how do you survive then?”
“We use these.” He reaches into his blazer pocket and pulls out a sheet of ruby red capsule pills. “The school provides them to all night class students. They’re pills that contain a small concentrated amount of animal blood. We can swallow them like this or break them open into some water and drink that.”
“Oh, wow,” you say. “That’s brilliant.”
Heeseung hums. “Sort of. They don’t taste as good as the real thing.”
“O-Oh.” You gulp, bringing your hair over your shoulders, to cover your exposed neck.
Heeseung can’t help but smile at your sheepish expression. “Relax, I was talking about animal blood. There’s no need to worry,” he assures you, tucking your hair behind your ears. “The pills are enough to keep us satiated. And besides, vampires can’t attend Cross Academy unless they swear off human blood. There’s only a few, like Jay, who haven’t quite adjusted yet.”
“If you say so,” you mumble, slightly unconvinced. Earlier tonight, Jay didn’t seem to hesitate or have any sort of remorse when he approached you to use you as a blood juice box. It’s then you realise you haven’t yet thanked Heeseung for coming to your aid tonight. “Oh! Um, thank you for tonight. For saving me.” And then, “By the way, how did you know I was in trouble?”
“I could hear your thoughts. Something about not wanting to die on your first day, right?”
You flush ever so slightly. “Oh, right.”
“And then I could hear Jay thinking about—well, you know—and I couldn’t let him do that to the girl I like.”
Your heart stops. “You what?”
But with a wink and burst of speed, Heeseung is gone, leaving you alone and dumbstruck. Did he just say what I think he said?
The door opens behind you, warm yellow light pouring onto the entryway.
“Y/N! Oh my god! I've been so worried!”
“Hi, Scarlett,” you say, eyes still wide and dazed as you turn to her.
synopsis: after the intimate moment you shared with heeseung, he starts to avoid you, leaving you confused and frustrated. you cannot stop craving him, resulting in a confrontation which gives you exactly what you want...and more.
genre: enemies to lovers, vampire au, neighbours au, angst, fluff
warnings: lots of suggestive content!!(read at your own discretion), blood and biting, making out, swearing
note: so many of you wanted a second part so here you go! this is the final installment. the writing style may be a bit different from the previous part because it's almost been a year whew. listen to teeth while reading this, enjoy!
word count: 3.8k
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the door clicks shut behind you, sealing the two of you inside the dimly lit sanctuary of your apartment.
you don’t turn around immediately. you can’t. your pulse is a frantic drum against your ribs, and you know he can hear it, feel it, with the way his breath hitches behind you.
you take a slow, measured step forward, but it’s futile. heeseung is faster. always faster. his presence looms before you can gain any distance, his body heat—or lack thereof—ghosting against your back.
"so," he drawls, voice smooth, teasing. "how do you want me to repay you?"
you swallow. hard. heeseung steps closer, close enough that the faint scent of him—something dark, something rich—clouds your thoughts. you know you should say something, make some sharp remark, but your words fail you when his fingers ghost down your arm, featherlight and deliberate.
you turn to face him, finally, but the motion makes the room spin. the sudden wave of dizziness nearly knocks you off your feet.
heeseung’s expression shifts in an instant. his teasing smirk vanishes, replaced by something unreadable, something almost concerned. before you can collapse, his hands are on you, strong, steady, holding you up with ease.
"shit," he mutters, barely above a whisper. "you’re weaker than i thought."
you blink up at him, disoriented, your body strangely light, like your limbs aren't fully your own. the effects of his bite are still there, lingering like a phantom touch, a whisper of pleasure tangled with exhaustion.
his hands tighten around you, firm but careful. you expect him to make a joke, to smirk down at you and say something insufferable. but he doesn't. his jaw is clenched, his gaze dark, serious.
"you need to rest," he says, and for once, there's no teasing lilt to his voice, no flirtation. just quiet authority.
you want to protest, but the weight pressing on your limbs betrays you. heeseung exhales sharply, like he’s irritated, like he's mad at you for being this fragile. but his actions betray him. his arm hooks around your waist, guiding you toward the couch with a touch gentler than you’ve ever known from him.
"sit," he orders, and you’re too drained to argue.
he watches you for a beat, something unreadable flickering behind his dark eyes. then, without another word, he steps away, disappearing toward the door.
your stomach knots. "where are you—"
"just sleep," he says, not turning back. "i’ll be back."
and then he's gone.
but the tension he leaves behind lingers, curling in your chest, coiling in your veins. sleep does not come easily. not with the memory of his hands still burning against your skin. not with the echo of his voice, rough and low, still whispering through your mind.
not with the reminder that, for all the danger heeseung poses, you still let him in.
you wake up with a sharp inhale, the kind that feels like resurfacing from deep underwater. for a second, you expect the weight of exhaustion to drag you back down, to feel the lingering ache of what heeseung took from you. but when you push yourself upright, there’s nothing. no dizziness, no weakness, no soreness in your limbs.
physically, you feel fine. too fine.
your fingers ghost over your neck, searching for evidence of his touch—of his bite—but your skin is smooth, unmarked. as if it never happened. but you know it did. you can still feel it, phantom traces of the way his lips had burned against your skin before his fangs had pierced through. the way he had held you afterwards, firm but careful, something unreadable in his darkened gaze.
something had changed. you felt it.
but now, in the cold quiet of morning, it almost seems like a fever dream.
you exhale, slow and controlled, forcing yourself to push past it. you are not going to sit here analysing a moment that clearly meant nothing to him. heeseung had left without a word. again.
if he can move on, so can you.
so you do.
you wake up early, run until your legs ache, drink coffee even though you don’t need it, just for something warm to hold onto. you take extra shifts, bury yourself in work, fill the empty spaces of your day with anything and everything that will keep your mind from circling back to him.
and yet.
no matter what you do, his absence lingers.
not once do you hear his voice in the hallway, teasing or otherwise. not once do you catch his gaze from across the courtyard, that knowing smirk playing at his lips. you don’t see him by the elevators, don’t hear his steps behind you, don’t feel his presence like a shadow at your back.
and it’s wrong.
because for weeks, heeseung was everywhere. inescapable. a constant thorn in your side, always watching, always pushing, always there.
but now?
nothing.
and you hate that it bothers you. hate that a part of you waits for something—anything—to prove that you didn’t imagine it all. that what happened between you mattered.
by the fifth day, you’re frustrated. restless. itching for something, for him, just so you don’t have to sit with this stupid, unbearable silence.
and then, finally, he appears.
not in some dramatic moment, not in some fateful encounter charged with tension, but in the mailroom.
you nearly miss him entirely, too lost in your thoughts to notice at first. but then, there he is. standing in front of the row of metal mailboxes, effortlessly composed, as if nothing has changed.
except it has.
you stop mid-step, heart hammering. heeseung is right there. close enough to touch. close enough that if he just looked up, just met your eyes—
but he doesn’t.
he doesn’t even hesitate. just opens his mailbox, pulls out a single envelope, tucks it into the pocket of his jacket.
no teasing. no smirk. not even a glance in your direction.
heeseung doesn’t acknowledge you at all.
your breath catches, a sharp pang blooming in your chest. you don’t know what you expected—some sign that he’s affected, that he remembers everything as vividly as you do—but the complete indifference?
it stings.
more than you care to admit.
you watch as he turns, his movements smooth, unhurried. his gaze flickers past you, impassive, as if you’re just another person in the building. just another insignificant moment in his day.
then, without a word, he walks away.
just like that.
you stand frozen, heart pounding, anger rising to smother the ache.
days have passed since the encounter in the mailroom, since heeseung brushed past you as if you were nothing. you hate how much it gets to you. how much you miss the push and pull, the way he used to get under your skin like it was his favourite pastime. but if he wants to act like nothing happened, fine. you’ll just have to remind him.
the opportunity comes unexpectedly.
you’re standing in the hallway, ripping open a package with more force than necessary, frustration still simmering beneath your skin. the cardboard is stubborn, sealed too tightly, and in your impatience, the jagged edge of the tape slices cleanly across your fingertip.
"fuck," you hiss, pulling your hand back. a single bead of blood wells up, bright and rich against your skin.
at that exact moment, the elevator dings.
the doors slide open, and heeseung steps out.
your breath catches.
his reaction is immediate, visceral. his entire body goes still, eyes locking onto your hand before you can even think to move. his pupils dilate, dark swallowing lighter brown, his lips parting slightly as if he’s just been hit with a scent too intoxicating to ignore.
for the first time in days, you have him.
it’s reckless and stupid, but you do it anyway.
without breaking eye contact, you bring your hand to your lips, tongue darting out to slowly lick away the blood.
it’s a calculated move, a challenge, a dare. you see it the moment something cracks in him—his jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists at his sides. the hunger is there, raw and barely restrained, flickering across his face like a fire he’s desperately trying to smother.
you expect him to snap. to say something cutting, to lunge, to do anything.
but instead, his expression hardens.
just like in the mailroom, he schools his features into cold indifference, locks every bit of his hunger behind a wall of steel.
without a word, he walks past you.
you’re left standing there, lips tingling, the taste of your own blood still faint on your tongue.
at first, it feels like victory.
but later, when you’re lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with your body burning too hot beneath the sheets, it doesn’t feel like winning at all.
you shift restlessly, fingers clenching at your comforter, but nothing soothes the restless ache under your skin. the teasing had been for him. a way to make him react. so why does your body feel unsatisfied? why does your breath still hitch at the memory of his eyes, dark and hungry, before he forced himself to walk away?
why does your throat feel dry at the thought of his teeth against your skin again?
he’s a vampire, for fuck’s sake. you shouldn’t be acting like this.
you squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts away, but they remain, curling around you like an addiction you refuse to name.
you tell yourself you’re still in control.
you don’t quite believe it.
you don’t know when it happens—when the frustration festers into something unbearable, when the tension morphs into something that demands to be acknowledged.
all you know is that it’s late, and you’re standing outside heeseung’s door, pulse hammering, knuckles hovering just inches from the dark wood.
your body feels wrong. too warm, too tight, every inch of you coiled with an ache you don’t want to name. sleep has evaded you for nights, ever since that moment in the hallway, ever since you tasted your own blood on your tongue and saw the raw hunger flicker across his face.
he hadn’t touched you. hadn’t spoken. hadn’t given you anything.
and yet, he’s everywhere. in the silence of your apartment, in the ghost of his hands on your body, in the phantom heat of his breath against your skin. he’s burrowed under your skin, insidious and intoxicating, refusing to let go.
your fist connects with the door before you can second-guess yourself. once. twice. sharp, deliberate knocks that feel like surrender.
the sound echoes in the hallway. there’s just the presence of silence thick enough to choke you—then, you hear the faint creak of movement inside.
your breath catches.
seconds later, the door swings open, and he’s there.
heeseung leans against the frame, one hand braced above his head, and every thought in your head blanks at the sight of him.
he’s shirtless.
his skin gleams under the dim hallway lights, the planes of his collarbones sharp and distracting. his hair is tousled and messy—like he’s been running his hands through it, like he’s been restless, pacing, waiting for something he never wanted to name.
but his eyes—his eyes—are the worst part.
they flicker over you, taking in your tense stance, your parted lips, the way you’re still catching your breath like you ran here.
for a moment, just for a brief, flickering second—he looks wrecked.
then he schools his expression, forces something cold into his gaze, and when he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse.
"what are you doing here?"
you swallow hard, fingers curling at your sides. "i think you already know."
heeseung exhales sharply, turning his head away for a second, like he needs to think. like he needs to remind himself why this is a bad idea.
"you shouldn’t be here." his voice is rough, frayed at the edges.
"but i am."
that gets his attention.
his gaze snaps back to yours, and something flickers in the depths of his dark eyes—something dangerous.
"you don’t know what you’re asking for," he murmurs, voice quieter now, like he’s losing the will to fight this.
you take a step closer. "then show me."
his throat bobs, the muscle in his jaw ticking, tension rolling through his frame like he’s seconds away from breaking.
heeseung sways forward.
it’s so subtle you almost miss it, but you don’t.
"say it," he rasps, his fingers twitching at his sides like he wants to reach for you, like he’s still holding himself back.
"say what you want."
you know what he’s doing. he’s giving you one last chance. one final moment to walk away before this turns into something neither of you can take back.
but you don’t move.
"you."
the single word leaves your lips breathlessly quiet, dripping with your true feelings. and then, in the span of a heartbeat, he breaks.
his hands are on you before you can process it, shoving you back against the doorframe, his lips crashing into yours, all heat and hunger and frustration.
his mouth is relentless, desperate, claiming yours with a kind of urgency that makes your knees go weak. heeseung kisses you like he’s trying to devour you, like he’s spent weeks, months, forever waiting for this moment. his lips are soft but unrelenting, molding perfectly against yours, his breath hot and uneven as he drinks you in.
his hands are everywhere—gripping at your waist, your hips, sliding up your spine, pulling you against him like he doesn’t just want you close, he needs you closer. your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging slightly, and the sound that rumbles from his throat is a deep, hungry growl that sends a sharp jolt of heat straight through you.
his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, slow and teasing, before he deepens the kiss. it’s intoxicating, the way he moves, the way he controls the moment without ever taking it away from you. his lips part yours easily, his tongue sliding against yours, coaxing, demanding, taking.
a gasp catches in your throat, and heeseung seizes the moment, swallowing it whole, his fingers pressing deeper into your skin. he tilts his head, angling the kiss even deeper, his body pressing flush against yours, pinning you between him and the door.
"i hate you," he mutters between kisses, teeth catching your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. "do you know how hard i tried to stay away?"
"then why didn’t you?" your voice is a whisper, barely a breath.
his forehead presses against yours, his eyes dark and wild.
"because i fucking can’t."
his mouth is on you again before you can respond. this time, it’s slower—more deliberate. his tongue parts your lips, tasting you, savoring the way you melt beneath him. he deepens the kiss, his hands roaming, sliding beneath your shirt, gripping at your bare skin like he can’t stand the distance.
your teeth graze his bottom lip, and he groans as his grip tightens on you.
"tell me to stop," he breathes against your lips, voice strained, shaking with restraint.
but you don’t.
you tilt your head, exposing the side of your neck, pulse hammering beneath your skin.
and heeseung shatters.
his breath hitches, a sharp, broken sound, before his fangs sink into your skin.
the pain is brief, sharp, before it melts into something else entirely—something warm and dizzying and consuming. a moan slips past your lips, your fingers flying to his shoulders, gripping onto him as a wave of unbearable pleasure crashes through you.
he holds you steady, arms locking around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he drinks deep.
it’s too much. not enough.
your body trembles, caught in the haze of sensation, every nerve alight. the tension that’s been coiling inside you for days—finally breaks.
and relief floods through you.
heeseung pulls back too soon, licking over the fresh wound, soothing the sting. his breath is ragged, his hands still gripping you tightly, his body trembling with the force of his own restraint.
but you don’t let go.
your fingers curl into his skin, your own body still burning, still aching, and it’s only when heeseung lifts his head, his lips brushing over your pulse point, that you realize—
you don’t want this to end.
his eyes meet yours, darker than you’ve ever seen them.
"sweetheart," he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction, with possession that made you shudder.
heeseung smirks, but there’s something softer beneath it now—something dangerously close to fondness.
his hands slide down your back, grounding you, keeping you steady.
"i hope you know," he says, his lips brushing against the fresh mark on your neck, "you’re mine now."
your breath catches.
and god help you, but you want to be.
his lips are still slick with your blood. you can feel it in the way they drag against your skin, slow and deliberate, a silent claim that makes heat coil low in your stomach. his breath is uneven, his grip firm on your waist like he’s holding himself back—or holding himself together.
your head tilts slightly, trying to catch your breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. but you don’t get the chance, because he suddenly picks you up, hands gripping your thighs as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. you squeal as he carries you effortlessly, like you weigh nothing, like he’s been waiting to do this.
you barely register the way your back collides with the mattress, how his weight follows, pressing you down, his body caging yours in. his lips don’t leave yours—not for a second. he kisses you softly, like you’re the only thing that can sate the hunger clawing at his insides.
his hand slides beneath your shirt, fingers skimming over your burning skin, and you shudder. your own hands roam desperately—grasping at his bare shoulders, threading through his hair, clinging to him like you’ll fall apart if you let go.
everything blurs—a feverish mess of heat, tangled limbs, whispered breaths. every touch stokes the fire burning in your veins, every movement winds the tension between you tighter.
but then, he stops.
his forehead rests against yours, his breathing uneven.
"not tonight," he murmurs, voice strained, reluctant.
you blink up at him, dazed, lips tingling, body thrumming with electricity. "why not?"
heeseung’s fingers trace absent circles against your skin, his touch soothing. "because if i start, i won’t stop."
he exhales sharply, his lips ghosting over your cheek. "and you deserve better than that."
your chest tightens, but not with disappointment. with something else. something warmer.
"stay," he says softly, his voice quieter now, his hand curling around your wrist. "just for tonight."
and somehow, that’s enough.
he pulls you against him, arms wrapping around you, pressing you into the sheets. he shifts until you’re tucked against his chest, one arm draped over your waist, the other beneath the pillows. the way he holds you is instinctive, like he’s done this a thousand times before—like he’s been waiting to do this.
your breath is uneven as you try to process it all—the way his body fits against yours, the warmth of his skin, the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your palm.
"you okay?" heeseung’s voice is quieter now, rough with exhaustion but laced with something else. something deeper.
you swallow, nodding. "yeah."
he hums softly, his fingers tracing idle circles against your back.
"this is new," you murmur, barely above a whisper.
"what is?"
"you," you say, tilting your head to meet his gaze. "not pushing me away."
heeseung’s lips twitch, but his smirk doesn’t hold its usual sharpness. instead, he watches you, studying your face like he’s trying to commit every inch of it to memory.
"i think i got tired of running."
your breath catches. you don’t know what to say to that—what to do with that. so you don’t say anything.
instead, you shift closer, letting your fingers trace over the bare skin of his chest, over the sharp planes of his collarbones, the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch. heeseung shivers, his breath hitching just slightly.
he shifts, rolling onto his side, bringing you with him so you’re pressed against his chest, so close you can feel his breath against your lips.
his fingers tilt your chin up, and the moment stretches, charged, waiting—until he leans in, pressing the softest kiss against your lips.
it’s nothing like before. nothing like the desperation, the hunger, the madness that had consumed you both just minutes ago.
this one is slow. lingering. almost tender.
his hand settles against your jaw, thumb tracing delicate patterns along your cheekbone.
then after a long silence he hesitantly speaks up, "why were you looking for me?"
your breath stills.
heeseung’s voice is careful, but not indifferent. it’s something softer, something almost uncertain.
"you were avoiding me," you murmur, pressing your palm flat against his chest. "i wanted to know why."
heeseung doesn’t answer right away. his fingers still, hesitating, before he exhales, a slow, heavy sound.
"because i was afraid."
that makes you look up. "afraid?"
his jaw tenses. "afraid that if i let myself have this—have you—i wouldn't be able to stop."
your throat tightens. "and now?"
heeseung’s lips twitch, but it’s not quite a smirk. "i already lost that fight, sweetheart."
your heart clenches, something warm unfurling deep in your chest.
"then stop pretending you don’t want this." your voice is quieter now, steadier.
his eyes flicker over your face, searching, considering.
"and what if i do?" he murmurs. "what if i want all of it?"
you feel your breath hitch, pulse stuttering beneath your skin.
"then we figure it out."
the silence stretches, but this time, it’s not heavy. it’s something else, something warm.
heeseung exhales softly, then leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your temple.
"you drive me insane," he mumbles, lips brushing against your skin.
"good," you whisper, smiling against his shoulder.
heeseung shifts slightly, pressing you closer, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing absentminded patterns against your spine.
"so," he says after a beat, voice tinged with amusement, "what do you think people will say when they find out you’re dating a vampire?"
your stomach flips.
"who said anything about dating?" you tease, lifting your head slightly.
heeseung raises an eyebrow, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "oh? you want me all to yourself, but you don’t want to call it dating?"
you roll your eyes, nudging him playfully. "you’re impossible."
"and you’re stuck with me now."
his voice is light, teasing, but there’s something real underneath it—something steady, something sure.
something that tells you this isn’t just tonight.
it’s more.
you let out a soft laugh, burying your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.
heeseung nods affirmatively, looking down at you. His big, very naive doe eyes follow each movement you make, memorising them. you are like a very interesting, mysterious, incomprehensible picture that he is ready to scrutinize again and again, day by day, week by week, century by century. his head, so comfortably settled on your hips, turns every now and then, and his hands reach out to touch your face once again. are you real?
his slightly clumsy gestures make you laugh, you look at him with such love, with which probably no human will ever look at a creature of the night, at a bloodsucker, at a monster. the boy smiles, feeling your fingers running through his hair, and squinting almost like a newborn kitten, making your heart beat faster.
“you're my sun,” he whispers, but you can read this phrase on his lips without a single sound, he repeats it too often. you know how much he misses the sun, the warmth, the light, so when he mentions the sun once again, you put your palm on his cheek and stroke it, tremulously soothing the curves of his cheekbones with the pads of your fingers. he's squinting again, smiling as wide that you can clearly see the fangs that were supposed to inflame a primordial fear in your soul, but, what an odd coincidence, they can only look cute to you. so charming, how could anyone call him a monster?
this question will remain unanswered, it is not important now. all that matters now is Heeseung and his cute nose, buried in your palm, so cool, but still beloved. is he falling asleep?
you stroke his cheekbones, nose once again, go to his lips, and at this moment he leaves a warm kiss on your thumb, without opening his closed eyes, giggling like a little boy.
“you're so handsome.”
“that's not true..”
“you know I can't stand lying to you.”
he smiles sleepily, and it seems that for the first time in so many days he feels really happy just due the fact that he can feel safe here in your arms. completely safe. and warm. his heart, which is not beating, being frozen in eternity, strangely warms from the inside, and with this feeling, Hee falls into a deep sleep;
into dreams where you two can be together until the end of time;
