contains: vampire!jisung, sub!jisung, gender neutral!reader, jisung referred to a babygirl and good girl
“Hey, who are these people?”
The people in question are, in fact, paintings. Oil, if you’re correct, and at least a couple centuries old. Jisung steps over carefully, dodging piles of attic crap to kneel beside you.
“No idea, old people.” He starts flipping through them with you, one by one, then makes a noise of recognition. “Oh, hang on, I’m lying – some of these are my friends.”
He pulls one out from the middle of the stack. “This is my sire – you’ve met Chan-hyung, right?” You nod, and Jisung sets the painting aside. “Yeah, he commissioned it and hung it in the entrance hall for, like, two days before deciding he hated it and banishing it to here.”
“Wow,” you hum, already distracted by looking through the other portraits. One in particular catches your eye, and you drag it out with a huff of effort. The woman in the frame is gorgeous, big brown eyes and soft, pink, pouty lips. She’s wearing a pale pink gown, the fabric rendered delicately by whoever painted it, giving her an ethereal, almost innocent air.
Despite this, there’s one thing in particular that snags at your attention more than any other detail.
“Hey, who’s this? She looks so familiar…”
The double take Jisung does is almost comical, his eyes widening, big and brown… and the feeling of familiarity becomes recognition.
Your jaw drops. “Ji, is this you?”
“No!” He sputters, face pink as he grabs the painting to hide it behind him. “I mean, yeah, but no – it’s nothing, shut up!”
“Okay, breathe.” You grin, holding your hands up in surrender at his defensiveness. “You look cute, what’s wrong with that?”
“It’s nothing, I was just trying something, it’s not like I still do it so it’s not weird or anything, okay, I just thought–” His rambling comes to an abrupt halt. “…did you just say cute?”
You shift on your knees to face him properly, internally melting at his nerves and surprise. “Yeah, you look cute in the painting, Ji. When was it made?”
Jisung visibly swallows. “Um. 1700s, I think.”
“Wow, I forget how old you are,” you mumble under your breath, then clear your throat. “You looked really pretty, baby – do you still have the dress?”
“…why?” His eyes narrow. “You wanna wear it?”
“Actually, kind of,” you shrug – it’s a really pretty dress, after all – but shake your head. “But do you? You looked so pretty.”
Slowly, Jisung pulls the portrait from behind him. “…no, I don’t have it.” There’s a note of wistful sadness to his voice, fingers trailing over the oiled ruffles.
A pause, and you speak up again. “Do you… have anything like it? More modern, like a skirt or something?”
The cogs turning in his head are almost audible, his eyes searching your face like he’s waiting for the joke to ping on his cringe radar. When he can’t find anything other than sincerity, he gives a slow, cautious nod. “Y-Yeah, I… I do. You wanna – I mean, I could put one on…?”
Your eyes light up and your knees click as you stand up too quickly. “Yes, 100% yes, I need to see my pretty boy all dressed up.”
With some (a lot) of coaxing and promises not to laugh, you find yourself sitting on his bed while Jisung changes clothes. The door to the bathroom opens and closes three times before he psyches himself up enough to actually come back into the bedroom.
The skirt is grey, pleated, and reaches just past his mid-thigh. To your utter delight, Jisung added thigh-high socks, that adorable squish of fat at the top making your mouth water.
Your stunned silence is taken the wrong way, and Jisung immediately starts word-vomiting. “See? I told you, it’s stupid, this is why I don’t do this, I look ridiculous–”
“Jisung.” You cut him off, firm and certain. “You look amazing.”
“…really?” His entire face goes pink and he bites his lower lip, fangs poking over the edge of his pout. “You think?”
You pat your lap, gesturing for him to come closer, and Jisung shuffles over. Finally within reach, you reach out and grab his thighs, ignoring his hesitance as you pull him to straddle your lap.
“Baby,” you murmur, looking up at the adorable, quivering vampire in your lap. “You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. The cutest babygirl ever.”
The hitch of breath at ‘babygirl’ couldn’t be less subtle, and an idea sparks like kindling in your head.
“I can’t believe I have the most beautiful girl right here,” you coo, hands smoothing up and down his thighs and paying extra attention to the squish spilling over the tops of his socks. “I’m so lucky, don’t you think?”
Jisung stutters, flustered and squirmy. “I-I don’t know, it’s just a skirt and socks–”
You cut him off with a harsh squeeze to his thighs under the skirt. “No, it’s your skirt, and you look adorable. And fuckable.”
The poor boy actually chokes on air, and if he weren’t undead, you’re sure he’d be bright red. Without giving him a chance to deny it, you sneak your fingers into the waistband of his briefs. “Yes?”
He swallows thickly and nods. “Y-Yes.”
“Good girl.” And you tug down, moving him off your lap to remove the offending garment before bringing him right back. With nothing in the way, it’s impossible to hide the way his cock twitches under the skirt. “Much better,” you hum, one hand staying beneath the skirt while the other comes up to press a firm kiss to his lips. Jisung melts, arms wrapping around your neck and whining into the kiss.
The hand under his skirt ventures further, and you trail a single finger along the length of his cock. It bobs at the touch and you grin into the kiss, hearing the softest noise as his tip brushes the fabric of the skirt. Jisung whines in protest as you break the kiss, but quickly shuts up when you spit into your palm and disappear your hand back under the hem.
“O-Oh…”
He inhales sharply as you wrap your hand around his cock, beginning to stroke slow and teasing. Moans and whimpers brush against your lips and his fingers tangle into the fabric of your top.
“Such sweet sounds, baby,” you whisper, squeezing the base of his dick and delighting in the way his hips kick forward. “You’re being such a good girl for me, letting me touch you under your lovely skirt.”
“Feels good,” he whimpers, biting his lip when you press your thumb just under his tip. The sweet vampire is leaking, a small dark patch growing at the front of his skirt.
You don’t stop, jerking him off fast and hard, the thin material doing nothing to hide the slick sound of your hand spreading spit and precum along his length. “Your skirt’s gonna get all dirty, babygirl…”
Jisung shakes his head quickly, panting and bucking his hips into your hand. “D-Don’t care, ruin it, I-I’ll get more, just don’t stop!”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you grin, your free hand cupping the back of his neck to keep him safely within kissing distance as you twist your palm over his tip. “Gotta make my sweet girl come, you deserve it for being so adorable.”
He shudders, leaning in to nuzzle your nose with his. “Uh-huh, ‘m gonna come, y-you’re gonna make me come–!”
With a pathetic, almost sobbing cry, the stain on his skirt blooms bigger. Streaks of white paint the inside of the fabric as you stroke him through his release, smearing messily over your hand and his pulsing cock.
“Good girl, such a good girl,” you coo, peppering kisses over his nose and cheeks as he comes down from his high. “That’s it, I gotcha, you did so well for me.”
You only stop when Jisung whines in overstimulation, carefully pulling your hand away and wiping it against his skirt. He takes some steadying breaths, resting his head against your shoulder, and you wrap your arms around his waist, gently rocking back and forth.
“You don’t need to buy any more skirts, by the way,” you whisper, receiving a confused mumble from the vampire tucked against your chest, and you hum a laugh. “Nope. I’m gonna buy them for you.”
i write so much set up jfc apparently porn without plot is not in my vocab
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, vampire!jisung x afab vampire!reader, mentions of blood, soul ties, mentions of death/dying, subpar world building that i don’t intend to elaborate on lol
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He’s never been in love, he’s sure of it. He’s seen what love is and how people act when they’ve found someone capable of being loved. This was not that, it was never that. It’s something much more– in fact, calling it love would be an insult to each other’s very existence. What he feels is so far beyond, that he’s not entirely sure he’s even truly been alive until you.
Like most vampires, Jisung longed to find his mate. Unlike most, he didn’t bother searching. Instead, he sat and waited, the logic being that if both of you were searching then you’d be chasing each other in circles, it was better to stay put. And hell– it worked.
The day you found him was like his heart was beating for the first time in forever. Jisung wished it could’ve been under better circumstances, meaning he wished he wasn’t hunched over like an animal and covered in blood. It wasn’t even the good kind of blood, that of an alcoholic he found passed out behind a bar. The ring on the man’s finger told him everything he needed to know and decided that this would be dinner.
Jisung could smell you before he could see you, your scent alone making him pull away from his meal to see the figure standing at the end of the alley– the light at the end of his cold, dark tunnel. Your hand was on your hip and a tilt of your head, already preparing to start scolding him on his eating habits. The thud of the drained body onto the pavement, less than a second to stand in front of you, the putrid stench of the tainted blood across his lips mixed with his saliva, you were sold.
“You’re making a mess,” you had told him, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on the corners of your lips.
“Then help me clean it up.” He’d thought it was charming at the time.
“Do I look like your maid?” You’d said as you raised your hand to his cheek, barely grazing his skin and his head leaning into it. The blood smelled nowhere near appetizing, sort of revolting, but you pressed your thumb to his bottom lip anyways, collecting some before gently pushing it forward without any necessary force. Jisung had let you in with no fight and fought the urge to moan at the weight of your finger on his tongue.
When you pulled away, his teeth lightly scraping your skin in resistance, “no… but you actually kinda look like everything I’ve been waiting for.”
“Still can’t believe that line actually worked on you,” he reminisced on the moment, lying comfortably still beneath you.
Not that he could see, you rolled your eyes, “didn’t have much of a choice, did I?”
Jisung laughed his ever so melodic laugh and held you tighter to his chest, “sorry, I don’t make the rules. You should consult with whoever wrote the vampire handbook.”
You sat up then, straddling either side of his slim waist and palms firmly planted on his chest. Jisung readjusted the pillow under his head and kept his hands there, gazing up at you with the fondest of eyes. It always mesmerized you how prettily they sparkled even in the dimmest light. “Your hair’s getting longer,” not thinking about it, you reach to brush the strand back from his face, tugging at the roots.
“That’s not what you wanna talk about.” Jisung’s hands reassuringly caressed your thighs.
“I always wanna talk about you.”
“And I love that. But ask me what you wanna ask me.”
Playing with his hair a little while longer, you let the courage build up to what it was you truly wanted to say. He let you use him like a stress ball, kneading and toying while taking all of the affection gratefully. “Do you ever wonder where we came from?”
“I don't remember the name of the hospital I was born at, but it was in Incheon–”
“You know that’s not what I mean.” His cheeky smile fell just a little as he relaxed further into your touch. All of his features softened as he read what he could from your troubled expression.
Jisung sighed, “I do wonder. I wonder what I would’ve looked like with gray hair, sulk for a little, then I thank whoever created us for letting me live long enough to find you.”
“I found you, remember?” You squished his cheeks in both your hands.
“And it took you long enough,” he replied with puckered lips. It was cute, you indulged him and softly met his skin with a gentle touch. How warm he was, only due to the ascending sun beaming through the window to heat his otherwise cold skin. Jisung sighed, holding you in place by the back of your neck to feel your contrast in temperature.
A slight twitch beneath your groin made you smile into the kiss, “I didn’t even do anything,” you tease against his lips.
“Do you have to?” Jisung giggled, playfully rolling you over to hover above your body.
He pulled away and did nothing but stare. Deeply, longingly, so full of sentiment that he was sure even the richest, sweetest blood in the world couldn’t make him feel this type of euphoria. You let go of his hair to trace a finger across his cheek, then thumb at his bottom lip the same way you did the first time you’d met. No intention other than to feel close to him, you dip your thumb into his mouth and swipe it over his tongue. Jisung closed his lips around the digit and watched the way your eyes darkened, though not necessarily with the lust he’s used to. There was something else you wanted to talk about, hoping to find it on the tip of his tongue.
Jisung hummed with encouragement, he knew you were doing this to keep him from speaking so you could voice your mind freely. “It’ll be one of us, sooner or later.”
Ah, that’s what this is.
“A hunter, a vengeful witch, some freak accident knowing you–”
“With’es ‘re ec’thinct,” he mumbled.
Pressing harder onto his tongue, “you don’t know that.” Jisung watched your eyebrows knit together for a split second before speaking again. “I’m just– I don’t know what I’d do… if I lost you.”
Slowly, he took your hand from his mouth and threaded it through his hair again, “they’d have to pry my undead body from yours arms if they plan to take me from you.” Jisung could see the anguish in your eyes at the mere thought of him being gone as he rolled you over, unable to fight the sadness from taking over.
“I’d rather die first.” As if all the air was stolen from his lungs, Jisung felt his paperweight heart squeeze like you’d stuck your hand in his chest in a lame attempt to resuscitate it. “I don’t want to know what it’s like to live without you.”
For the first time since you’d found him, he was at a loss for words– because he understood. He understood the hurt behind the fake scenario he knew was playing out in your head, as he felt the same way. He trailed the hand keeping yours in his hair down, brushing away the locks that covered your neck. As he dipped down to nibble at the supple skin, Jisung felt the wetness that fell. He kissed that away, too, all the way back up to your lips. There was no rush in the kiss, no urgency or carnality that usually fueled him. Rather, he wanted to revel in the electricity that never seemed to dim, letting it flow throughout his entire body and burned it into his memory. God, he loves your lips.
He mindlessly swiped away the remaining tears, a gentle reminder that he was here, and by no means other than an act of whatever god is out there, was he going to leave.
You, to put it simply, wanted to crawl into his ribcage and wear him like a shield. You wanted to be so close to him that your bodies fused and became one, never separating. Even the clothes you wore now felt like too much of a barrier, all but tearing his shirt by the back of the neck and tossing it aside. You couldn’t be mad when he did the same to you, then with your panties and his shorts until there was nothing but skin keeping your still hearts apart.
Jisung wanted so badly to worship you when he felt your hips bucking up into his thigh with a slick coating. And although you would never deny him the pleasure of sending you to see god herself with just his mouth, that wasn’t what you needed right now. Quick work of his fingers, you were whining and clawing from his scalp down his back, there would’ve been marks if that was possible. A pop of his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste, you wrapped your legs around his waist to move him along. He was trying to draw it out, make you slow down and appreciate the moment. Though they weren’t fleeting– thanks, immortality– they were precious, every single one. The many, many times he’s had you like this are all his favorites, genuinely unable to choose just one.
“Be with me,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours and unmoving. You pouted, chest hiccuping with need. “Just be with me right now.” As much as you wanted him, you knew what he meant.
To be loved is to be seen, to be understood, to be known and heard and changed. “I’m here,” barely a hair’s breadth of a whisper.
“You are, my loveliest. And I am, too.” Jisung kissed you again, a little more heat behind it now as he reached between your bodies to finally connect.
The first push of him past your entrance is always relieving, yet spiraling as it makes you want more in an instant. Deep groans emit from both of you into the kiss, though Jisung doesn’t move once fully inside. He lets the warmth of your cunt radiate throughout his body and then some. “You’re here,” he mumbles once, and then again as his lips fall to your cheek. He doesn’t say it for himself, but for your sake. It’s grounding, the simple words, like because it’s coming from his mouth that it makes it true.
And when his teeth rakes over where your pulse should be, your body tenses up with a shiver.
Oh, fuck being in the moment– you are the moment, and he’s inside you. There’s quite literally not a single thing that could compare.
Jisung sinks his canines into your neck, trying to keep from baring his fangs with excitement. “If you don’t move right now–”
You don’t get to finish threatening him before his hips are slowly pulling back and pushing in, slick sounding from your bodies with each slide. Your arms are wrapped tight over his shoulders, pressing him chest to chest as he attempts to keep himself in check by treating your neck like a chew toy. Not that you mind, the pain mixed with the pleasure is a gentle reminder that he’s the only one that could ever hurt you, the power he has over you.
He’s not timid, nor is he rough, though thrusting as though he wants to feel himself in your stomach. And he does, it drives him insane, taking a second from your throat to glare down at where he’s poking through your belly with each glide. It makes his eyes roll back and momentarily stutter. You use it to your advantage, throwing him to the side and frantically mounting him again.
The quick slide of your pussy down onto him had Jisung involuntarily bucking upwards, seeing the head of his cock so subtly bulge again. He almost came on the spot, if he’s being honest with himself. But you didn’t give him the chance to so much as catch his metaphorical breath when you began to grind yourself forward and back, swiveling your hips with a new kind of heat.
In a way, Jisung was a little embarrassed that you overpowered him so easily, though not at all surprised. You took from him what he refused to give you, and it turned him on beyond belief. But it also made him want to prove himself that much more– not that he necessarily needed to. The grip he had on your hips now, you knew what he wanted to do.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you warned, and an audible whimper left him. You couldn’t help a laugh because he was so damn cute looking at you like you’d hung the stars for him. Without the human feature of exhaustion, you went to town on top of him, moving your hips in circles for a bit before ultimately leaning forward and slicking your hips up and down. Jisung met your lips halfway to tangle his fingers in your hair and hold you captive. That was, until he thought it was time for a position change.
Although you were physically stronger than him, you were at your weakest when he was kissing you, too in love with the feeling to focus clearly. Jisung caught you off guard, flipping your bodies again and tossing you into the pillows with a yelp. “Quit fucking around,” his timbre dropped, towering over you again with a sharper aura.
Jisung handled you into a position he knew you couldn’t get out of, on your side with your leg hitched in the air by his hold. He didn’t wait to plunge back into your wet cunt, picking up speed as he decided to instead press your top leg into the bed and expose you even more. You could do nothing but claw at his arms and chest, crying out as he hit deeper parts of you.
“You were so assertive before, baby. What happened?” He teased with a smirk. “You get a kiss and a dick in you and forget how to act.”
He wasn’t totally wrong, but you couldn’t use your brain even if you tried. Not that he was doing anything particularly special in terms of how he was fucking you– though it was still good as hell– you weren’t in the right state of mind since before you started. You were silently needy; physically, emotionally, mentally on every plane of existence, unable to put it into words. When domination fails, you succumb to being fucked the princess you are.
Jisung pressed his pelvis hard into your ass, kissing you gently whilst pinning your arms above your head. “Don’t you feel that, lovely?” His free hand trickled to your belly, pressing and nudging himself deeper into you. The whimper that escaped was enough for him to keep talking. “I don’t think we could be any closer,” he slid his hand higher to wrap around your throat, “don’t you feel me here, too? Is that why you can’t speak?” Your attempt to nod was endearing, kissing you again as he squeezed.
“Oh, I love when you’re in love. You do love me, right?” You nodded weakly. “No, no. You’re going to say, ‘I love you.’ Okay?”
Jisung pinched your cheeks together in his palm, lips puckering when you tried to speak, “love you so much, Sungie.” That answer appeased him, kissing you abruptly before shoving your face into the pillows.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ do.”
He leaned back, putting all his weight on his palms that caged your upper body against the mattress. Jisung kept one knee pinning your top leg to the bed and snapped his hips faster, harder, his version of mercy being that your hands were now free to grab him however you pleased. Did you ever need to, with the way you were almost being tossed up the bed from the force. His cock hit places that never failed to make you squeal and drool in ecstasy.
Prodding at a rather tender spot inside you, your walls clenched extra tightly around him, making Jisung’s upper body strength crumble. “Ah– fuck, fucking love you, too. Love you so much. Love this pussy,” his teeth found a home against your neck again, this time unable to fight the urge to sink his fangs into the flesh.
If you weren’t close before, you sure as hell were now. He scraped the sharpness over your delicate skin, letting goosebumps rise and your moans grow louder until you were begging for him to sink them into you. To claim you in a way that was reserved for only the most devoted of your species.
“Do it,” you pleaded with tears in your eyes, “for forever.”
Your reminder of how permanent this action was excited him, made him more desperate and more carnal than ever before. Drinking your blood was a sacred act that binds you together, the red string becoming a red knot made of a supernaturally unbreakable force. He dies, you die, and vice versa. Just the way you both wanted.
“Can’t live without you,” your voice, broken but truthful, he couldn’t deny you any longer.
“Won’t live without you,” Jisung corrected, and let himself divulge in the red taste of you.
Is this what heaven feels like? Warmth, safety, ardor, you felt every part of your being sync with his as your head began to feel light, body being overcome with a tidal wave of euphoria. The blinding white light behind your eyes faded, then there was Jisung. In every corner of your mind, every fiber of your body, he was there. What seemed like a vision of his hands reaching out for yours, tangled in the notorious red string. It was quiet, but something urged you to reach out to him and intertwine. You couldn’t see his face, but you knew it was him. So wonderfully strange, everything that was once a burden became insignificant as soon as your hands connected. What was once two separate beings became one, tied by the wrist.
Your eyes finally opened after what seemed like centuries. He was already looking down at you with pure adoration, stroking your cheek softly, just as out of false breath as you were. “I didn’t think you could be any more beautiful. I’m so glad to be wrong.”
“Why didn’t we ever do that before?” Jisung kissed your forehead, falling to the side without pulling out as he pondered your question.
“Honestly, I thought it was a load of shit– the whole soul-binding thing,” he held you tight against his chest, tucking your head under his chin as he massaged around the tender mark on your neck.
“So you felt it.”
“Fuck, did I feel it? I swear I saw us from some fuckin’ omniscient point of view. And can I say, we should do porn ‘cus we look good as hell.”
“Wait, what?” He had an entirely different experience, still supernatural, nonetheless. “You actually– what?”
“I’m serious,” Jisung peered down at you, not a single joking tone. “Like, time stopped. Or froze, I don’t know. It was a weird limbo thing, I don’t remember a lot of it. I bit you, then there we were… y’know. And there was something tied around my hands. I wasn’t really thinking– or my hands were moving by themselves. A– and you were there. I mean, I couldn’t see you, but I knew it was you.”
His words left you stunned, so different yet the same. You wished you could’ve seen what he did, but the indescribable sensation of his soul finding yours is irreplaceable. That’s how you explained it to him. Jisung was always bringing up how you’d first met, and you’d always say that you found him first. Except, he stayed still, waiting for you to make your way to his side of the circle.
The after effects of the intense moment left you mentally tired. Although you can’t sleep, you can close your eyes and let the comfort of Jisung’s arms soothe your lethargic mind. “Won’t live without you,” voice muffled by the skin of his chest.
“Well, now you really can’t, my loveliest.”
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A/N: phew hi there. apologies for the silence. life. also, gonna be making an account for enhypen soon! so stay tuned for thatttttttt. probably gonna be mostly the hyung line, but im still deciding how i want that to actually go cus ngl i didnt rly plan anything out lol. anyway if ur reading this thank u! i appreciate u!
Chenle blinks. “You’re a fucking bat,” he whispers in a daze. “Holy shit, that’s kinda cool.”
(Or: After waking up in an alleyway with two bite wounds on his neck, Jisung's stuck trying to navigate a life full of sudden blood cravings and weird abilities that he definitely didn't have before. Luckily, Chenle's there to help him out, for better or worse.)
you pull at vampire!jisung’s cheeks to get a nice look at his fangs. he’s not impressed by your antics, but still thinks the attention is kinda nice. he even lets out a tiny hiss while you’re admiring his pearly whites.
vampire!jisung tries to carve a little heart into your apple with his fangs but somehow manages to get it stuck. the poor boy turns as red as the fruit he’s holding when you come into him trying to yank it out
