i might be too late so no worries at all if you don’t take this!! but if you’re still doing smut blurbs then “you think i’ll stop just because you’re trembling?” with…. yk who…. (baekhyun. it’s baekhyun)
NEVER hesitate to send me anything Baekhyun okay also yes I knew who before u specified pfffft
I ended up going for something less smutty and more suggestive horror-ish (?) with vampire!AU, so if that's not your vibe feel free to request more!
Baekhyun x Reader // WC: 0.6k // G: Suggestive, vampire!AU // TW: blood & biting, Reader is Baekhyun's victim
When you met him, you thought he’s an angel – the gentlest, the kindest person you’ve met in your life, ready to go out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable and at ease with him.
When you got closer, you started to see that other side – the devil who knows what he wants and will take it no matter the consequences.
It was not just the vampirism that played the role. There was something beautifully sinister in him, something that you couldn’t decipher.
You thought you ought to believe that only one side of him is true. That there was no angel from the beginning, that the façade is a lie. But if it was that simple, you would have left him long ago. You didn’t. You stayed.
And now you are facing the consequences.
Time is slipping between your fingers, but Baekhyun holds your wrists in his delicate hands, keeping you somewhat grounded, somewhat still present. You’re not certain how long has passed – enough for the pain of your existent wounds to dull out, but not enough for the fear to disappear, and it is still making you feel like a prey in his grasp, helpless, with no way out. If you were a bunny, your heart would have given up by now to save you from the distress, from the pain of being torn apart.
But you’re not, and so, you experience every minute of it. So maybe it’s good that the apathy is slowly starting to take over, because you don’t think you can take much more.
Your back is resting against his chest, and his calm breaths seem out of place with how your own are ragged, shallow. You’re still fighting against the sensations, but you don’t think you can keep fighting much longer. A shiver runs down your body, and your skin is covered in cold sweat. He leans into your neck again and you squirm, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but he holds you down effortlessly.
“You think I’ll stop just because you’re trembling?” There’s a hint of playfulness to his voice, and in any other situation it would comfort you. But right now, it only hints a disregard to your suffering, as if the blood soaking the front of your shirt doesn’t phase him. It does. Just not in the way one would find “comforting”.
The moment you feel his breath on your skin, you try to fight him again – your motions are slow, sluggish, but you try to push yourself off, only for him to wrap his arm around your torso and pull you back down. You’re too weak to resist.
He lets out a sigh.
“When will you understand? There’s no chance” he whispers into your ear. His voice is soft, borderline suggestive. His lips press against your temple in a chaste kiss. “Just give up. Give up for me.”
He leans down again, lips pressing into one of very few spots on your neck that he’s not yet tainted.
When the devil Baekhyun is bites down, it hurts like every previous bite; it rips through you, stings and burns, as if he was tearing you apart. His teeth dive deep, holding your neck in the steel hold of his jaws. It’s hungry, ruthless, with the subtlest hint of some primal form of desire that you cannot pinpoint.
You don’t scream this time. Not anymore. But you choke out a cry that makes the angel Baekhyun wrap arms around you and rub soothing circles into the skin of your arm.
And some part of you believes that the comfort is real. Maybe it’s all a lie. Maybe it will be your demise. But it’s not like you ever could resist him, anyway.
You had been sitting in the comfy overstuffed chair for the past hour, lost in the words of Bram Stoker, occasionally sipping your now long-cold tea. Lemon and honey. You had been deep into the story, when you felt that telltale frisson of awareness, telling you that you were being watched. This was odd in and of itself because normally it would take “World War III”, as your sister laughingly said, to distract you whilst you were deep in an interesting story.
You glanced over your book, and there he was. You looked back down at the words, then up through your eyelashes, so that you could examine him without his notice. He was still staring–not a rude stare–just a pensive, albeit smouldering, gaze. You felt a blush being slowly drawn out of you.
He was a beautiful man, just the type that you had always dreamed about, but to whom you had always been too shy to talk. Even leaning against a bookshelf, you could tell that he was tallish, probably about 5’9", you surmised. His hair, a thick, wavy, gleaming ebony, reached down past the collar of his black silk shirt. His skin was pale, with a pearlescent luminescence. Ebony and ivory. He had thick, black eyebrows that arched like quizzical wings, a proud, poetic nose, and a sharp jawline. His mouth was a deep red, with a full, sensuous bottom lip that promised gentle kisses, but it was his eyes that mesmerized you. Even from this distance, you could tell that they were a rich, warm, wet chocolate brown. His mouth slowly curled up into a provocative smile, making your realize that he knew that you too, had been staring. You blushed an even deeper crimson.
You became flustered, knocking over the dregs of your tea as you reached for it. Standing up quickly, you put down your head to let your long, curly, auburn hair cover your flaming face. Through the screen of hair, you saw him straighten and mentally gasped. 5’9"? Try 6'1". You backed up, bumping into the armchair. He didn’t stir, but stood there following you with his eyes. You decided to take the only logical avenue of action. You grabbed your purse, and went home.
***
He watched with lazy amusement as you hastily retreated from the room. Looking down, he noticed that you had left something behind. Walking over with feline grace, he flipped it into his hand. A slow smile melted its way across his features. Your wallet. He opened it and saw your name, emblazoned across your ID. Anyone looking at him now would have decided to make it an early night. After all, one would have to be awfully tired to imagine a man whose smile… Something else caught his eye–ah, yes, the book that you had been reading. He left it there; his sharp eyes had already picked up the title whilst he was across the room. Dracula. Pocketing your wallet, he sauntered out of the bookstore, into the crisp autumn night.
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Once home, you made a beeline for the bathroom. You needed a long, hot bath to wash away all thoughts of the mysterious, handsome man. You cut on the water and poured in the jasmine scented bubble-bath. Sitting on the side of the tub, you braided your hip-length hair, and then wound it into a messy bun, while your tabby cat, Artemis, wound herself between your ankles. Picking her up, you went to the kitchen to pour her some goat’s milk, crouching down to stroke her soft, furry back. Artemis purred her feline pleasure. Laughing, you wandered into the living room to choose some soft, soothing music. ‘Let’s see, Shankar, Liszt, Barber, Tchaikovsky, and…’–you ran your finger lightly over the titles—'Hm, well, why not?’ you thought—'The Bram Stoker’s Dracula soundtrack. As a matter of fact,‘—here you grinned ruefully—'why not make it a night?’ Biting your generous lower lip, you discarded some of your earlier choices and chose the Interview with the Vampire soundtrack, as well as the Queen of the Damned score, and placed them into rotation on your CD player.
As the first strains of music drifted through your flat, you wandered back into the bathroom, cut off the running water, took off your clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and climbed gratefully into the steaming, scented water. Sighing, you leaned back and let the water engulf your weary body. Your mind drifted off…and ran right into that infuriating man. The way that he had been looking at you with those delicious eyes…you shivered. Like he had wanted to consume you alive… You tried valiantly to turn your thoughts to more mundane matters, but soon admitted defeat. Taking the sponge and loofah, you proceeded to bathe yourself, intent on the looming oblivion of sleep.
Stepping out of the tub, you pulled the plug, and absentmindedly watched the water run down the drain, your thoughts drawn to the man in the bookstore. He had been just so…tall. You had always loved tall men, the taller the better. And his hair…you sighed. You had always loved dark-haired men, as well. Your hands positively tingled with your desire to run your fingers through his luxurious raven mane. Not to mention his lovely eyes… Standing up, you went over to the mirror, looking deep into your own forest green eyes, whilst you brushed your teeth, wishing idly that it was his dark ones into which you were gazing. Walking over to your bathroom closet, you took out your aloe lotion and began to rub it into your already soft skin. The comforting, familiar motion began to lull you into a softly sleepy state.
You walked into your room and rummaged in your drawer for underthings and pajamas. Pushing aside your comfortable flannel, you reached for your scarlet silk pajama bottoms. Your hand stopped. You looked down at your choice and chuckled ruefully. 'Ah, well,’ you thought, 'as long as I already have them in hand…’ Donning a matching sleep bra, you moved over to your bed to draw back the curtains, and turn down the sheets. Artemis sauntered in, leapt upon the bed, curled up, and began to purr. As you started to walk away, she lifted her head, uttering a single, “Mew?” “I’ll be to bed in a bit, love,” you crooned. Striking a fireplace matchstick, you glided from candle to candle, lighting all of them, breathing deeply as the scents of lemon, jasmine, and various others began to waft throughout the room.
“Move over!” you laughingly exclaimed to Artemis. Indignantly stretching, Artemis stood, arched her back, and sauntered over to the opposite pillow, plopping ungracefully down upon it with a look of feline defiance. Lying back against the soft, rosemary scented pillows, you once again allowed your mind to wander…and wander it did, right back to the man in black. You sighed, relenting. You snuggled underneath the covers, the crisp breeze from your open window playing with the escaped curls of your hair. You began to drift off to sleep, with thoughts of his gorgeous red mouth…
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A sharp knock on the door jarred you awake. You sat up, blinking sleepily at the clock–10:30–you had only been asleep for a half hour. Another rap at your door brought you fully to your senses. You pulled back the curtains, and stumbled out of bed, yelling, “Just a minute!”. Shuffling to the door, with Artemis at your feet as your self-appointed bodyguard, you muttered, “Who is it?”
“You left your wallet,” a delicious baritone voice intoned. Instantly jarred awake, you leaned against the door, knowing–just knowing–exactly who it was. Looking through your keyhole, you discovered that your surmise was correct.
“Oh,” was all that you could think of to say.
He held up your wallet to the peephole. “See?” he inquired.
“Just a minute!” you called.
Walking over to your armoire you withdrew a dagger and slipped it into the back of your pants. He may be Eros incarnate, you chuckled to yourself, but you weren’t stupid enough to open the door completely unprepared–a dagger and your proficient experience in not a few martial arts should take care of most problems. You walked back to the door, took a deep, steadying breath, unlocked and opened it…and stared into a black expanse of silk-clad shoulder. You had always been proud of your height, but compared to him, you were almost average. You looked up, and were immediately arrested by his eyes, just as vibrant as you remembered. Eyes like two steaming cups of coffee with cream. The motion of your head caused your to catch a whiff of his scent. Clean laundry, some sort of shampoo, and….another breath…him. 'Wow,’ you thought pensively, 'What are they putting in the laundry detergent these days?’ “Hi,” you managed.
“Hi.” He gently smiled down at you. After a few beats he said “Your wallet?”, and held it out to you.
“My wallet. Right.” You stood back and leaned against the door, the movement prompting his eyes to slowly travel down your body. You blushed as you remembered that you had failed to put on a proper top. You straightened your back, embarrassment causing a full body flush, as you vainly sought to cover yourself without seeming obvious about it. His eyes once again met yours, but there was no trace of disrespect, no leer. “Well?” you prompted.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” At this Artemis hissed and growled deep in her throat.
“Invite you…('How quaint.’ you thought.) Right. Yes. Of course. Please, come in.”
Smiling kindly, he swept in and you closed your eyes, breathing in his scent. Opening them quickly, lest he catch you, you closed the door. He handed you the wallet. Artemis ran at him, hissing, but was quickly scooped up by you, who walked over to your bedroom and tossed the cat gently on the bed, closing the door.
“Thank you,” you softly murmured as you returned.
“You’re welcome.” He gave a small bow, eliciting a laugh from you.
“Oh, by the way, my name is–”
“I know your name.”
“Oh, right. Wallet. So…what’s yours?”
“I’m Chanyeol.”
“Chanyeol. That’s a lovely name. Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he admitted.
“You can sit. I’m afraid that all I have is juice, milk, and water. I don’t drink wine.” For some odd reason, this caused him to throw back his head, cover his mouth, and laugh. You peered at him quizzically.
“It’s just that, I noticed that you had been reading Dracula in the bookstore and one of the most famous lines is, “I–”
“–don’t drink…wine,” you finished together, laughing.
“Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, what do you want to drink?” you inquired. “I have pomegranate juice, grape juice, cranberry juice…” your voice trailed. His eyes caressed your face, and quickly flickered down before he said,
“Ice-water is fine, thank you.”
“One ice-water, coming right up.” You turned to leave, when he said,
“What’s that in your pants?”
“A hairbrush,” you lied, not missing a beat. You made a detour to your bedroom and, as soon as you opened the door, Artemis escaped, disappearing somewhere in the flat. Shrugging, you went in and rummaged in your drawer for the matching top to your bottoms. You then went into the kitchen to procure the water, and a glass of cran-grape juice for yourself. Walking back into the living room, you handed him his water, which he gracefully stood to accept, once again looming over you. You sipped your juice, and then stopped, noticing that his eyes had fixed on you, with that same intensity that he had demonstrated in the bookstore, seemingly concentrating on your drink. “What is it?” you asked.
“Well, it’s just–red hair, red mouth, red pajamas, red drink. Let me guess, your favourite colour?”
“Elementary, my dear.” you laughed.
“It’s your colour.”
“Well, thanks.” Putting down your empty glass, you suddenly noticed that he hadn’t had any of his water. Following your eyes to his glass, you asked, “You’re no longer thirsty?”
“More than ever.”
'Of course,“ you thought, 'Water, who wants water? He was just being polite and you’re acting like–’ but he was suddenly moving…leaning down until he was on your eye level. "So, is there anything else that I can get you to drink?”
“Actually, yes.” His mouth was a thought away from yours. You slid your hand behind your back, to the dagger. “You.”
Jumping away from him, you pulled out the dagger and took a defensive stance. He straightened and gave you an amused glance. You blinked and suddenly the dagger was gone and he was behind you, one arm around your waist, the other around your breasts in a tight embrace. You opened your mouth to take a breath, to fight, and he moved his arm from your breasts to place his hand gently over your mouth. You indignantly stood there, offended that he thought that you were cowardly enough to scream. “You just…do not want to scream,” he whispered in your ear. He lowered his hand.
“Wasn’t planning on it!” you snapped, head-butting him.
He stumbled back, letting go of you as you ran for your weapon, your hair coming out of its bun and trailing behind you like a flag. Just as you were about to reach for it he was in front of you, between you and your dagger. Blast, he was quick. He didn’t move, just stood there, as if he had all of the time in the world. Diving over the couch, you reached your armoire, heaved open the doors and pulled out your staff, swinging it around just in time to connect with some part of him that made a funny noise as down he went. Leaping back just in time, you kept yourself from being thrown off balance by his scissoring legs. He leapt up, laughing and growling.
You went on the defensive, holding the staff as he slowly circled you. He suddenly made a feint to the left that you anticipated, turning as he planned to catch your off guard on your other side. You pretended to fall for it, then turned and swung at him as he went for you. Your back was to him as you felt the full impact of the staff hit something. You knew that you had made contact, but there was no thump of him falling to the floor. You spun around, only to find that he had caught the end of your staff in his hand and was holding it lightly! The amount of force behind your blow should have shattered the bones of his arm all the way up to his elbow. He grabbed the staff, throwing it out of your reach.
“You are quite strong,” he conceded with a tilt of his head. He started towards your and you spun, hitting him in the middle with a kick that took him back several feet. He straightened, brushing off his stomach as if nothing had happened. “Very fast, as well, I see.” He smiled and you saw that both his canines and lateral incisors had lengthened into points. Sharp and white. Suddenly he was behind you again, this time squeezing deliberately until you began to pant from the lack of air. He loosened his hold slightly and there was no sound other than your sharp, staccato breaths and the quiet strains of Eliot Goldenthal’s “March Funabre” from the Interview soundtrack.
'How appropriate,’ you thought.
“Chanyeol, please–” you began.
“Oh, no, no, no, no,” he whispered seductively into your ear, rocking you slowly back and forth, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Don’t beg. That comes later.” He spun your around to face him, pressing your trembling body close to his and you saw that his pupils were vertical slits, like a cat’s, his irises a warm burning gold. He gently brought your head to his shoulder and lazily began to unwind your braid. Still rocking back and forth he caressed your hair. Your heart pounded against his cold body.
Taking the nape of your neck in one hand, he gently pulled your head to one side and lowered his mouth to your neck. You closed your eyes. Several beats passed and still he didn’t move. Finally, he whispered, “You smell…absolutely lovely, but you know one thing that I’m not scenting? Fear. Now, why is that?” You didn’t answer. He buried his face in your soft hair, inhaling deeply, his eyes slightly rolling back in his head. You just held your body as stiffly as you could. Holding you against him, he began to sensuously laugh. “Ohhh. I see, then. You are afraid, just not for your life, but for something else…what is it?”
Suddenly he thrust you at arm’s length, looking admiringly down over your body, then into your eyes. He narrowed his own, as understanding dawned over his face. “You’re a virgin!” He smiled. “And you’re afraid that I will…relieve you of that particular malady.” His sarcasm made you flinch. He brought you slowly back to him. “Relax. I’m not going to rape you,” he said in a singsong tone. You allowed your body to loosen slightly. He went on, “No, that would be entirely too kind,” you stiffened once more, “letting you play the martyr.” He laughed out loud. “I wish that you could have seen the look on your face. False hope,” he sighed. “I love it. No, my dear,” he crouched down, looking into your eyes on your level, and lifted an eyebrow, “I promise you that you are going to enjoy this. There, there, dying’s not so bad. I’ve done it once, myself,” he drawled.
With that he swept you up into his arms and began to take you into your bedroom. Artemis shot out and stood in his way, legs planted, your back arched, every hair on end, hissing loudly. Growling, he bared his teeth at her.
“Wait!” you called out, “Do not hurt her!” He chuckled.
“At an obvious disadvantage and still giving orders. I like you. Fine.” Bending down, he scooped up the scratching, biting Artemis with one hand, tossed her gently out the window onto the fire escape, and deftly closed it, with you still in his arms. You had planned on trying to escape, but he really was quite fast…
Chanyeol set you gently down on the foot of your bed, crouched over you, one arm on either side of you, and looked into your eyes. His own had returned to their normal chocolate cherry, the pupils reassuringly round. He leaned over you, bringing his face closer and closer to yours, causing you to crawl backwards towards the head of your bed to try to get away. He crawled after you, like a cat, until your back bumped the pillows. Bracing himself with one arm against the wall, he took your chin with the other and lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes, determined not to react.
He nibbled the sides of your mouth, and then gently kissed you. His lips were soft and he didn’t apply any pressure, just kissed you tenderly, as if he could spend the rest of your life kissing you. A sharp bolt of electricity ran from your mouth down to your stomach, causing your breath to quicken involuntarily. As soon as you opened your mouth to gasp, he used his lips to suckle your bottom lip. Moving his hand from your chin to the nape of your neck, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue slowly into your mouth, drawing out yours, tickling it with his own. You pulled away your mouth to try to breathe. Chanyeol moved to your ear and breathed into it, eliciting an involuntary shiver from you. When he snaked out his tongue and traced the seashell curve of your ear with it, then dipped it inside, you bit your lip as a wave of sensation rose over you. He moved his head lower, placing his mouth over your neck. You tensed, waiting for the bite. He opened his mouth and something powerful brushed your throat–it didn’t hurt–but shards of light exploded behind your lids and a tremor ripped through your body, making you feel weak and feverish. You gave up. If it was going to happen anyway, why not enjoy it?
You ran your hands through his hair, bringing his mouth to yours, and kissed him with all of the passion built up in you from years of yearning.
Your flavour and scent sent all the blood his body had to spare right to his cock, which was throbbing so hard that it hurt. He moved back slightly and then began kissing down your throat, to the top button of your shirt. He moved one leg so that his thigh was between yours and deftly undid the buttons, kissing your heated skin after each came free. When he reached your navel, he ran his tongue around the small silver barbells that resided there, causing you to arch slightly. Moving to one side, he undid the string holding up your pants and, looking into your eyes, drew them off with a gentle tug. Climbing back to his original position, he undid the clasps on the front of your bra, cupping your breasts as they emerged from the carmine fabric. He ran his thumbs over the dusky rose tips, huskily whispering, “Is this how you like it?”
An involuntary gasp was ripped from your throat and you arched your back, driving your breasts into his palms. You felt his cock pulse against your thigh. Sitting up, you tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, with little success. Chanyeol ran his hands over your breasts, whilst biting your earlobe, and you ripped his shirt with a small cry of surprise. Pulling his shirt over his shoulders, you accidently brought your breasts to his surprisingly warm chest, creating just enough friction to make you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs around one of his. He closed his eyes in silent appreciation when he felt your hot sex open like a flower on his leg. Running your hands over his chest, you were surprised to feel the chill of metal running through his nipples. Nipple rings. “Pain for pleasure…” he whispered against your mouth. The cold of the metal combined with the rasp of his chest against your sensitive nipples caused you to rake your fingernails down his back, making him growl and rub his thigh between your legs in retaliation.
He kissed you deeply, leaving you in a daze as he backed away and quickly finished undressing himself. Taking you into his arms again, he slowly licked and nibbled down your neck and chest until he got to the tip of your right breast. He bit your breast, whilst you writhed in pleasure under him, squeezing your thighs around his. Suckling softly, he let your nipple fall from his mouth, only to suck it back into the wet warmth. Moving to your left breast, he repeated his delicious ministrations, all the while stroking his hands softly over your waist and thighs, whilst you weakly ran yours through his thick, glossy hair.
You felt his erect cock brush against your leg, and stiffened. Looking down, you emitted a small gasp and closed your eyes. Correctly guessing the cause of your sudden alarm, he chuckled. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll make you feel good,” he whispered. You turned your head and just lay there, keeping your eyes tightly shut, afraid of what else you might see.
Looking down at you, he seemed to come to a decision. He deftly, but gently, tied your arms to the head-posts with some of your discarded clothing. You struggled ineffectually against your bonds until he lightly cupped your swollen sex in one hand, slowly stroked it until you squirmed and he said, “Relax, pet. This is merely to ensure that I do all of the work.” Moving between your legs, he placed a pillow under your pelvis, pulled down your white cotton bikini briefs, and discarded them. Making himself comfortable, he proceeded to tenderly open your legs.
“What are you doing?” you quavered.
Chanyeol bit you on the sensitive hollow just above your hipbones, eliciting a deep appreciative purr. He kissed and licked your thighs, breathing warm, moist air over them, and your untouched sex. You shivered as you felt his soft hair tickle your sensitive inner thighs. After a few moments, you started to become rather uncomfortable having a man’s head between your legs and tried to pull away, but he pulled your hips back to him and nuzzled you for a while, until you calmed down again. He began to lick you with long, slow, hungry strokes. Chanyeol soon found that a wide, flat tongue sliding over your lips, from your tight, wet sex, to just below your clitoris was rewarded with your halting sighs. Not wanting to neglect the silken soft crescent under your lips, between your opening and clit, he lavished slow, delicious, lingering strokes that almost included your swollen pearl itself…but not quite. He then teasingly gave it, and the smooth lips around it, soft little kisses from his parted lips. Moving back a pet, he slid his tongue up your inner lips then moved it to first one side, then the other, just in the vicinity of your little jewel. Slipping upward beside it, up over your hood, he paused, and then slipped down the opposite side. Your restless squirms and undulations drove him to bite your precious hood and the prize inside with his lips, whilst sucking you into his burning mouth.
Sensing your excitement, Chanyeol drew back to allow you to calm down, nuzzling your thighs once more. Leaning forward, he breathed on your swollen, wet heat, drawing a deep breath to savour your aroma, and then exhaling onto the soft peach fuzz on top of your pubic bone. Then he began to kiss you. He kissed you slowly and softly, over, and over. You began to swell even more and lifted your hips to meet the next kiss…and the next…and the next…and the one after that…
Moving to your swollen pearl, he placed his tongue over it, whilst moving his head in small circles. As your breathing became ragged once more, he closed his lips and sucked you into his mouth. Chanyeol pursed his lips around your throbbing clitoris and ran his tongue over it, back and forth, first slowly, then flickering with heightened speed, only to slow down once more. Moving down, he moaned against your lips, sucking them into his mouth, and slowly rolling his tongue just inside of you, giving you a light French kiss. When he moved back to your pulsating pearl and moaned whilst gently lapping against the top of it, the vibrations from his baritone voice finally threw you over the edge. You felt it begin as a tingle in your extremities that quickly flowed into a sudden burst of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you in waves. Your body arched uncontrollably against his head and a sudden moan was pulled from you, your soprano voice mysteriously manifesting itself in husky alto tones.
Chanyeol untied a now pliant you, kissing and nibbling your wrists where the bonds had been. Kissing your closed eyelids, he whispered, “Wake up, wake up. We’re not finished yet…” Moaning softly against his mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought your face to his. Your sleepy pleasure turned into passion, as his long, slender fingers found the still swollen pearl that his mouth had so recently vacated, and begin to pay their own homage. Moving his mouth against yours, he slid two fingers into you, just as his tongue slipped past your yielding lips. His hands stroked your soaked slit and just inside of your burning sex, as his tongue slipped over yours and dipped into your heated mouth.
He began to softly tease your g-spot, whilst running his thumb in a circular motion around your hard little clit. When he dipped his head to your neck to nibble and suck on the pulse at the base of your throat, you climaxed once more, your arching driving your clenching sex into his hand, your thighs clamping around his wrist. Chanyeol lay quietly against your breasts, fighting for control, as your body slowly began to relax once more. He pulled slightly away from you, trying to ignore the almost painful throbbing of his hard cock, the memory of just how tight you were against his two fingers, and how your teeth had sunk into your plump bottom lip as you came. He looked at you–at your golden skin flushed to a rosy hue, at your swollen red mouth, at your full, rounded breasts with their small, sensitive tips, at your thighs pressed closely together, and at the intersection between them, with its soft, wet hair glistening temptingly. This little visual odyssey was doing nothing to alleviate his raging hard-on. You finally opened your eyes, and looked at him, smiling slowly, your eyes raking over his body. He bent his head to yours just in time to notice a blush suffusing your already rosy cheeks.
You put your hand on the nape of his neck and drew him close to you for a surprisingly passionate kiss. Running your other hand down his body, you toyed with his rings, pulling and twisting them just enough to make him moan against your mouth. Your hand drifted lazily lower, as you ran your nails lightly over his happy trail, causing him to cry out his surprise into your mouth, whilst you nipped at his lower lip and sucked his tongue hard into your mouth. He knew that he was going to have to move back soon, or lose his precious control, when you broke off the kiss. You looked into his eyes and he felt a hot, delicate hand slip around the base of his pulsating cock. He went perfectly still. You squeezed and ran your hand up the length of his manhood to the head, causing Chanyeol to involuntarily buck and shoot a few spurts of cum into your hand. He moved away from you and your maddeningly exploratory little hand, and closed his eyes.
After a stabilizing moment, he looked back at you. You slowly opened your legs to him. He crawled over you, until he was between your soft, strong thighs. He could feel the moist heat of you against his swollen erection. He moved his hips slowly, letting the head of his cock tease your heated, wet sex. Your body undulated under his, making him feel the scorching blushes under your skin. Slowly, he began to enter you.
He hadn’t gotten far when he felt the barrier of your virginity. He paused. Guessing the cause of his delay, you arched to meet him. “Wait,” he growled. You wrapped your arms around him and rubbed your breasts tantalizingly over the front of his chest. “Don’t. Move,” he ground. With a wicked chuckle, you pulled his head down to yours and suckled his earlobe, then moved down to his neck and bit. Growling, he quickly thrust past the offensive barrier. You stiffened as a sudden white-hot pain pierced you. As suddenly as it had come, it was gone and Chanyeol’s big, thick prick was impaling you. You wrapped your long legs around his hips and roughly sucked on the bite that you had inflicted. Chanyeol wrapped his arms around your back, pulled you closer and drew your nipple into his mouth. After he had you moaning and writhing, he drove his cock home to the hilt, deep into your tight opening. Chanyeol couldn’t believe how tight you were. He gave you a few gentle thrusts; nipping at your nipples, he continued to plow his hard cock in and out of your virginal sex. Your body quivered as you gasped with each thrust. That huge cock pistoning into your felt so like it was stroking every inner inch of your body…
Before long, you was moving in conjunction with Chanyeol, arching your sex to meet each of his thrusts as your breathing became shorter and more ragged. You felt his lips against your ear. You felt his breath, hot and wet as he moaned to you, “You’re sooo tight.” His hot tongue found your neck–his hands, kneading your waist and moving down. He worked in slowly, groaning with pleasure. “Mmm…I can tell that you like it. Tell me how much you like it.” Your voice was soft and breathy, “I love it…”
“That’s it, lover. I knew you wanted it the first time I saw you…” Chanyeol held onto your waist, and pushed into you deeper, and harder. He grunted, reaming your sex hard and fast, until you let out a cry. “That’s it.” He slammed into you deeply, forcing you an inch or two up the mattress. You groaned. He slowed down to kiss you deeply. “You’re so young. So young and sooo tight.” Then the words turned into sounds…
“That’s right, make that tight little…arrrggghh” he panted, “…grab my big cock, lover…” Chanyeol was burying the length of his shaft and grunting with each and every thrust now. “Yes, you tight little wet, ohhh…yes, you like my cock deep, ugh, inside, mmfh, your tight little cunt, don’t you?” He pumped his cock hard into you. “Oh, yes, you have the tightest mmm…I have felt… ” His breathing quickened and became a little labored. You finally heard him start to groan and grunt. You began moaning incoherently as Chanyeol pumped his hips furiously, ramming his cock inside.
As you built up momentum, you felt the cock inside of you swell and you knew it was only a matter of time before Chanyeol came.
He actually had been constantly on the verge of cumming since he had first sunken his cock into your tight sex. How much longer he could hold, he didn’t know, only that release was imminent. “Oh yes…” Chanyeol moaned. His nuts tightened and he knew he was going to fill up his little kitten. You could feel his balls tighten as he was about to cum. You clenched down deep inside, squeezing his cock. That spurred him on, and he rammed three or four more times inside your sex before grabbing your hips and releasing what felt to him like a gallon of cum to flood your tight opening. As he came he bit into your shoulder, slamming into you, shooting your already drenched sex full of cum. He moaned, “Yes, take it lover, take all my cum inside of you…” Your body spasmed. You shook as the orgasm tore through you. You rode Chanyeol, his cock pumping your cunt as you both climaxed…
“And now, for the ivory kiss…” Chanyeol whispered. He leaned down to your neck and felt your body stiffen. He backed away in surprise and pain. Looking down, he saw the stake protruding from his chest. He looked at you, toppled over and was a pile of dust before he ever hit the bed. You stretched, sauntered over to the window, and let Artemis back into the flat. “I really do wish that they would clean up after themselves,” you thought ruefully. Climbing back under the covers, you winced as you felt the tingle inside telling you that your hymen was beginning to heal. By tomorrow morning, you would be completely healed. In all your centuries of Hunting, you had yet to meet a vampire who could resist the allure of a virgin. Tonight had been especially fun. “Tomorrow,” you decided sleepily, “tomorrow, I’m going back to being the Hunter, instead of playing the prey.” Chanyeol had been fun, but too easy to catch, and that vampire with the kitten nose, blade-sharp jaw, and dancer’s body looked like he could keep you occupied for days. Artemis curled up at your waist and watched you drift to sleep…
A/N: If you want to follow me, then please do so at my main blog @vampwrrr, as I always update there, first.
Warning: graphic descriptions of violence.
Word count: 810
I kind of wanted to give this AU a try, so I turned it into a small drabble just to quench my own thirst, somewhat. No read-more since it’s reasonably short. Also, the Baekhyun is whom I imagined but... in fact, it doesn’t show much of his personality, so you could as well imagine anyone else.
Anyway, EnJoY~
“Are you scared?”
The words of reply, stuck in your throat, echoed as a helpless whimper.
“You don’t have to be. But it’s okay. I like to see you tremble like this.”
Even though you subconsciously wanted to give in, a part of you didn’t want to agree with his words. It’s as though you used all the free will left in you to struggle, to fight with him, even though you could do it only in your head, as even your voice failed you already, and you weren’t even hoping for your body to listen to you anymore.
The other’s words gave you some sort of comfort. You were stupid to trust them, naive to think that you could actually be safe in such circumstances. Yet, what else could you do? Wouldn’t it be easier to just give in? If you couldn’t fight him anyway, wouldn’t it be just right to let him take over your soul?
No, it wouldn’t be right, you realized. Giving up like this would be literally anything but right.
Yet, your sense of right and wrong has been somewhat taken over, too. What was wrong in letting your life be slightly less miserable in the last moments you had?
Shutting your eyes, you could only feel what was happening. The sound of his slow breath, hitting the nape of your neck, so warm and soft despite the cold temperature around. His hands were on your wrists, keeping you in place firmly, even though not tightly enough to leave bruises, unless you started to struggle against them. But you couldn’t, that much you knew already. Your cheek was pushed against the cold, harsh material of the wall of the narrow alley. In the corner of your sight, you could see his face: irreverent, slightly amused, strangely proud, majestic. These were all the words you could think of. His eyes followed your own for a moment and then glanced down to your neck. Your pulse seemed to haunt him, urge him to come closer and have a taste.
“Hold still” he ordered simply.
It was when a strike of adrenaline finally let you move for a brief moment, and you used it to suddenly push yourself off the wall in attempt to shove the man off you. Whether it was a good idea, you couldn’t tell. You didn’t even think of it much, it was just this – a short strike of some kind of self-preservation instinct, forcing you to fight for your life a tad longer, to try to delay the inevitable.
But the very moment you tried to make a run to the alley’s exit, a hand pushed on your back harshly, making you collide with the wall once again, and you could swear you can feel the side of your face bruise at the contact.
“I said hold. Still.”
The breath ghosted over your shoulder once more. But this time, he didn’t give you enough time to dwell on it. With one, pitiless movement the sharp fangs pierced your shoulder, digging in deep, making you open your mouth in a silent scream. The pain blinded you for a few seconds, spreading along your whole body in a powerful wave, paralyzing you and overwhelming with its intensity.
And as soon as it started, a loud BANG echoed in the nearby distance, some kind of unknown force throwing the predator off you and onto the cold pavement. The way his fangs were ripped out of your wound had you scream in agony. You leaned with your side against the wall, doing all you could not to let your knees give up underneath you.
Forcing your eyes open, you took in the situation in front of you: the man who attacked you was now lying on the pavement, thick, dark liquid spilling from a huge hole in his chest.
“Damn, I missed heart” a voice came from behind you and you turned around. The man in the alley’s entrance had a gun in his hand. Not an average one, it seemed somehow modified, even to you, who had no knowledge of weapons. It also seemed as though he knew exactly what the creature in front of him was.
You knew it, too. You knew it even before you have been approached and cornered by it.
You always knew they were real. In your heart, with your mind, you believed they were. It didn’t come as a surprise, more as a pleasant confirmation, bringing satisfaction to your hopeful soul.
The vampire in front of you was real. So was the vampire hunter aiming at him at the moment. The scent of your blood was real, and the sparkle in the vampire’s eyes was real too when he stood up and, in a flash, disappeared in the thin air.
At this moment, you finally felt real, too.
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Genre(s): Supernatural!au / vampire!au / witch!au / x OC (Alice)
Group(s): EXO
Pairing(s): Kim Junmyeon x OC / Wendy Son x OC (platonic)
Summary: While on a run, Junmyeon discovers a halfling in trouble. He decides to help her.
Warning(s): Mentions of blood / murder
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He runs through the forest, the wind bushing the hair out of his face as he makes a turn.
It’s been a stressful couple of days for Junmyeon. If it was not for Junmyeon and his brothers, a war would have started between a group of incubi and a vampire coven. And on top of that, he hasn’t eaten for weeks, too occupied with work.
Suddenly, a whiff of blood hits his nose before a loud cry does. Junmyeon sniffs deeply, enjoying the scent of human blood lingering the air. His body reacts before his own mind does and he starts to run towards to source.
But he sees something he doesn’t expect.
Instead of a human laying almost dead on the floor, blood pouring out of their wounds from probably falling off the cliff; a young girl sits against the cliff wall, her body and clothes almost entirely drenched in blood and crying her eyes out.
Junmyeon sneaks near, hiding behind a tree as he watches the girl closer. He notices that the girl is a vampire, her physical age may be not older than twenty-one.
He decided to help her and steps closer to her, only to step on a twig and it snaps, making her head snap up, her eyes scanning her surroundings in fear.
Her eyes find Junmyeon’s figure and she yelps in fear, jumping up from her seated position and press her body into the cliff wall.
“It is okay”, he whispers while holding up his hands, showing her he’s harmless. “I am just like you, see”, Junmyeon opens his mouth, his sharp teeth on full display, matching hers.
She stays silent and watches him, her eyes often shift from the threes and the grass back to him.
He now notices that her eyes have two different colours; red and brown.
She’s a halfling.
“My name is Junmyeon and I want to help you. Would you allow me?” He slowly puts his hands in front of him for her to take.
The girl nods slowly while sniffing, laying a bloodied hand in his own.
“Do you know how to run?”, he asks her in a hushed tone. The last thing he wants is to scare her.
She shakes her head, eyes big and her gaze shifts all over his face.
“Hold on tightly, okay?”
Another nod.
Junmyeon breathes deeply in and out, ignoring the smell of human blood on the halfling and running towards the only place he knows is safe for her. The coven’s house.
He rapidly knocks on the front door, almost flitting the wood in half out of frustration.
“What do you want?!”
The door gets thrown open and a really angry Wendy stands in the opening, an apron tied around her waist. As she sees Junmyeon and the bloodied girl standing behind him with scared eyes, her faces soften and she lets them in.
“Oh my Goddess, what happened dear?” She looks with motherly worry to the girl, seeming lost.
“Can you please take care of her for me while I get some business done? I just really need to finish—”
“It’s okay, go.” Wendy points to the door with her head.
Junmyeon thanks her with a brief hug before turning to the girl behind him. “I will be back, I promise. This is Wendy and she will take excellent care of you.”
He gives her one last smile before rushing out of the house, leaving a gush of wind where he once stood.
“Why won’t you go to the bathroom and get into the tub. I’ll turn off the stove and help you clean up, is that okay?”
The girl nods.
Wendy points the way to the bathroom and the girl walks towards it, her eyebrows raised in wonder as the bath is already filled with soapy water and a lot of bubbles.
She undresses and steps into the clean water, the blood washing off of her. The water turns in this filthy mix of red and the blue of the soap.
She sighs sadly, not understanding what is wrong with her. The only thing she knows is that she’s a monster.
A soft knock is heard on the bathroom door before Wendy’s voice. “Can I come in, dear?”
She nods, only to realize that Wendy couldn’t possibly see that so she gives a soft, “come in”. Her voice feels a lot more coarse in her throat then she thought.
The door opens and Wendy steps inside with a slight smile as she sees the girl sitting in the water, hugging her knees.
She grabs a loofah and begins to wash the blood of her back.
“Why are you helping me? You don’t even know my name.” Her voice sounds weak as she looks slightly behind her, into Wendy’s golden eyes.
Wendy laughs. “Junmyeon doesn’t ask a lot of help. When he does, it’s mostly because he has a really good reason for it.”
The girl hums, chewing her broken lip.
“And giving a name is powerful. So I understand why you won’t give me yours.”
“It’s Alice.” Her reply is soft but not unheard by Wendy.
She gives the loofah to Alice and smiles, happy that the girl trusts her.
“When will Junmyeon return? And what’s wrong with me.”
“You have a lot of questions, and I understand. I’ll leave you to finish up and get dressed to have some food downstairs, okay?”
Wendy leaves Alice with a pile of clothes on the sink and Alice gets washed up, scrubbing away all the blood on her face and in her hair.
It’s been a month since Junmyeon left Alice in the caring hands of Wendy. Alice knows she has to trust Junmyeon to come back, but a small voice in the back of her head says that he isn’t coming back.
The others of Wendy’s coven, Red Velvet, came back from their jobs and travels and helped to explain what happened to Alice.
When a vampire drinks a human dry, until there is not a single drop left in their body and doesn’t give the human their blood, they will transform in a Halfling. Half-human - half-vampire, these creatures are living on the edge between two worlds.
They can both enjoy human food and blood, walk mindlessly in the sun, and, if lucky, have control over a power. Halflings can also do the same things as normal vampires; run at super speed, are inhumanly strong, and can charm humans.
But, they're weaker. Sometimes only half as strong as a ‘normal’ vampire. Halfbloods also have two different eye colours: the one they had as human and red. It, again, shows that they are in the middle of two worlds and technically don’t belong anywhere.
That’s why some vampire despises them. They are underdeveloped and will never be as strong as a ‘normal’ vampire.
Only if a royal pureblood vampire graces them with love and offers them blood, the Halflings will become fully transformed vampires.
Because of Alice’s eye-colour difference has Wendy given her a ring dipped into a glamour potion, protecting Alice from the harsh world.
Wendy also gave Alice a job in her potion shop. There she spends her days filing the ingredients, labelling them, and helping customers finding what they need.
A lot of people and creatures mostly mistake her for a witch but are soon to remembered by her sharp fangs that she is everything except a witch.
Sometimes, Alice has to get new ingredients from the market in the town centre, just like today.
She manoeuvres swiftly through the crowd of fur, scales, and feathers with her basket in hand and cloak draped protectively around her body. It was a gift the coven gave her after she got control over her newfound powers as a Halfling.
Everything goes smoothly as she gathers every ingredient from Wendy’s list and ready to return as something in the corner of her vision catches her attention.
It is Junmyeon. He looks briskly at her before diving into an alleyway.
Her eyes grow big and she quickly follows him, wanting to see him again.
As she walks deeper and deeper into the alleyway, she gets further away from the crowd.
Suddenly, some brutal force slams her against the dirty brick and Alice gasps for air, letting the basket fall out of her hands and the content sprawls over the ground.
“Well, what a pretty little thing you are”, she hears in her ear and she recognises the smell immediately.
This is a banished Siren.
Wendy has told about them. She told how dangerous these creatures are since they pray on unsuspecting souls and morph into the person they desire the most before luring them in and sucking all their life force out of their bodies and leave them to die.
“Looks like this little vampire has a crush on the prince, doesn’t she?” The Siren taunts while deeply breathing in Alice’s scent.
‘Thank god for the coven’s powerful spells’, she thinks while struggling to get out of the grasp of the Siren.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you”, warns a dangerously low voice behind the both of them and the Siren turns around, fear in their eyes.
The Siren immediately releases Alice and hurries out of the alleyway, scared for its life.
Alice slides down the wall with tears streaming down her cheeks, her whole body shivering with fear.
Two strong arms wrap around her body and lift her up. She recognizes the familiar smell and looks up, to Junmyeon.
“Wha- what are you doing here?”, she asks dumbfounded.
Junmyeon smiles slightly and pulls Alice on her feet, dusting off the dirt from her cloak. He holds up his hand and Alice takes it almost instantly.
As Junmyeon leads her out of the alleyway, he says; “I came to search for you. Wendy said you went to the market and... and then I couldn’t find you so I followed your scent.”
Alice snatches the basked out of Junmyeon’s hand as she also lets go of his hand, what surprisingly was a lot harder than she thought.
“No. I don’t mean ‘here - here’ but as ‘why are you here, now’.” Alice makes air quotations while chewing on her cheeks, anger rising in her.
Jumyeon sighs and looks down, putting his hands in his pockets. “I was... I was scared”, he mutters, avoiding her eyes.
“You were scared? Of what?” She knits her eyebrows together as she lets her arms fall beside her.
“How am I going to─ don’t you feel that weird feeling when we touch, that urge to be close to me and to talk to me? A weird desire you can’t explain?”
She looks down, thinking deeply. Yes, she did dream of him nearly every night for the past month, but she just ignored it and said to herself that it is because he was the first person who helped her after she was bitten.
But now he lays it out so flatly, she acknowledges that she has a weird desire to be close to Junmyeon, so she nods.
“That’s because we are bound by faith─”
“Like soulmates?”, she interrupts him and Junmyeon nods.
“Yeah, like that.”
A daring smirk creeps on her face and she takes a step closer to Junmyeon. They’re chests almost touch and she can feel his breath feathering on her face.
Junmyeon’s hands fly to her waist to pull her closer to his body, breathing in her perfume.
“I didn’t want to scare you away from me. I am known to be quite possessive of what’s mine.”
Alice giggles. “And since when am I yours?”
Junmyeon looks dumbfounded at her bluntness, finding it quite charming.
“You didn’t ask me to be yours”, she continues what makes Junmyeon laugh.
“Is that how you do it in the mortal world?”
Alice scoffs and hits his chest. “Don’t act so old.”
“I am old. But if that is what is my lady wants, that is what my lady gets.”
Junmyeon takes a step back and drops to one knee. “Alice, would you like to do me the honour of being mine?”
A bright smile creeps on Alice’s face as she nods happily.
Junmyeon jumps on his feet and kisses her on the lips.
When he pulls away, she looks up and says; “wait... can you now make me a fully transformed vampire?”
Junmyeon blinks a couple of times. “Where did you hear that?”
“Well, Wendy told me when a full-blood Vampire of royal descent gives his love and blood to a Halfling, he or she will become also a full-blood Vampire.”
He laughs loudly as they walk back to the shop. “My darling, the love you are thinking of is not the same it actually is. Wendy sugarcoats everything.”
Alice’s face falls after half a minute of deep thinking and her face turns beet red.
“You have so much to learn, my Halfling. And I am glad to teach it all to you.”
"Sehun." A cold voice freezes them both instantly.
"Prince Baekhyun." The young man, Sehun, bows his head as the Princess watches him, not daring to look at the figure standing behind the young man.
"What are you doing here?" Baekhyun's eyes slowly wander to the Princess as he speaks to the servant. She can feel his eyes on her, causing an uncontrollable shiver to run up her spine.
"I was bringing her something to drink and eat, Prince Baekhyun." Sehun speaks emotionless. "As well to check on her…mark, Prince Baekhyun."
"Did you seek my permission for this?" Baekhyun snaps his eyes away from the still-stricken Princess to the bowing servant.
"...I didn’t, Prince Baekhyun." While Sehun keeps his gaze on the floor; far too easy to tell he is trying not to tense; the Princess watches in fear of what the powerful man will do. His rigid posture shows that the punishment here isn’t anywhere near pleasant and she absolutely does not want to know what it is.
She casts her eyes to the Prince's clenching hand and her heart leaps into her throat. She doesn’t know what the prince is capable of. Yet, having experience what she’d only guess as a small percentage of the Princes’ diabolic actions she cannot imagine what he is capable of. She truly wishes he will not harm the young man who has only spoken kind, soft words to her. She does not want to see this kind boy being punished. She cannot bear to watch. She won’t...
Her eyes flicker to the Prince's and just for a second, she sees something flash in his eyes causing her heart to pound. She waits for the Prince to act. His hand lifts in an agonisingly slow pace, as if liking the way the Princess and servant are put on edge—waiting for him to act.
She silently begs, feeling helpless. Please don't hit him. Please. Don’t.
His hand raises further and further up, along with her raising heartbeat.
Please. Don't hit him. His hand suddenly stops and—
"Put that there and leave."
What?
The Princess's eyes become wide as her mind wheels back; what did the Prince just say?
Sehun lifts his head in brief surprise at the Prince's answer, until he wipes his face of emotion again. He quickly places the tray of food, water and medical equipment somewhere in the dark room. The Princess didn’t notice how dark the room still was despite the flickering candle light entering the room’s doorway.
Sehun turns, making brief eye contact with the Princess before bowing outside the door.
"Please take care, Prince Baekhyun," he pauses, "Lady Byun-"
The door slams shut causing the Princess to jump in fright. Everything went black so quickly and it makes her heart pick up pace. She can’t see anything. She can’t see him.
But he can see her.
Two slender hands suddenly grip her arms, causing her to go rigid with a sharp intake of breath. Her chest aches as her heart pounds against it.
She clenches her eyes shut as the hands grip her tighter. Her shoulder starts pulsing again, and she can feel her skin slowly become hotter.
"You do what only I tell you to." The prince's voice suddenly slithers into her ear as she feels him move in front of her.
"Remember that, Sweetheart." His lips graze her ear as he listens to her rapid heartbeat.
She's suddenly pushed back, causing her to panic. What is he going to do? Her legs meet the edge of the bed, making her fall back. W-what-
"Sit up properly. You're a Princess; you must have excellent posture since you are a royal after all, right Sweetheart?" The Prince demands with a sneer.
Her heart pulsates as her shaky arms push herself up, unsure where the Prince now is. Tears are still pooled in her eyes as she stares into nothingness, trying to sooth her dry, scratchy throat. Her shoulder sears in heat, making her mind hazy from the intensity; her body heat was severely warmer than before.
A sudden coldness grips her arm causing her to jump, and suddenly she becomes hyper aware of a presence looking over her.
“I wouldn’t daze off if I were you.” A silvery voice breathes; coming closer to her ear to whisper, “you never know what’ll happen.”
Her eyes become wide and her breath hitches as Baekhyun’s lips hovers near her ear. Goosebumps form on her arm where his ice-cold hands clutch.
His breath disappears, and she quietly exhales until she chokes on the shaky breath. Something cold and moist meets the searing wound along her neck causing various emotions to strike through her mind. Her throat clogs up as she desperately tries to hold in a cry while she clenches her dress.
What is that?
Her eyes tear up again as she bits down on her lip to keep in a whimper while icy fingers soothe the cream along the painful throbbing areas.
A condescending chuckle slithers into her ears and the prince’s fingers disappear.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Sweetheart~” the Prince’s voice rings out, “You’ll be making a lot more noises soon.”
The princess flushes and turns her head away from Prince Baekhyun’s voice.
“I almost forgot.” A dark chuckle leaves the Prince and the Princess furrows her eyebrows.
An icy cold breath fans her shoulder but before she can process the proximity between her and the Prince something wet meets her skin creeps and all the way up near her wound.
The Prince moaned, “You taste so delicious, Sweetheart...” he sighs into her neck.
She shivers as the Prince pulls back and glances up to notice her eyes have adjusted to the dark just enough to see the slow movement of Baekhyun licking his lips. Her eyes widen in realisation at what the strange wetness still lingering on her skin is cause by…
Her eyes quickly divert to the Prince’s hands which seems to have something in it. She watches the shape of his hand come towards her and her fingers tremble in her lap. His hand presses onto her wound, causing her to try to jerk back from the scorching pain. She grits her teeth as she tries to escape his grip, however all she accomplishes is more pain from the Prince’s tightening hold.
“Stay still.” Those few almost growled words cause her to instantly freeze, fear once again over taking her pain. Her lips tremble as a few tears slip down her cheek—for which emotion she doesn’t know. A few seconds pass when she realises something; a soft fabric is pressed to her wound, a now light pressure keeping the piece of fabric there.
She blinks as she realises—the Prince is treating her wound (or ‘mark’ is what the servant Sehun called it) with the medical supplies that had been on the tray.
Why? Why is he being...caring?
She sucks in a breath.
No. He isn’t caring. He’s most likely doing this just to... drink her blood! There is no way the prince is helping her other than to get something back! She must be prepared.
The prince pulls away and the princess waits, waits and waits. Yet nothing happens. No hands push her down, no mouth bites her neck. She hears nothing and sees nothing.
Until the door that was slammed shut by Prince Baekhyun opens by the exact same man. She watches the prince’s back; his form still, as if contemplating something.
He slowly glances back and her breath hitches for so many reasons.
The warm glow from the candle light paints his face and the light catches in his once obsidian eyes. Her heart stutters and she swear for a split second the Prince smiles before he turns around. When he speaks his voice almost sounds normal, yet she senses a slight change in his tone. A feeling in her gut that tells her something has changed.
“Eat the food before it spoils.”
Then the door slams shut.
Her heart beats rapidly for so many reasons; for so many unknown emotions and she sits their overwhelmed.
His eyes had looked divine. A mesmerising golden hue, that she can’t figure out if it was from the candlelight or not. But she knew—she felt— the prince’s emotions in that split second. She swears she did. Because in that split second, she had felt so safe as she stared into the Prince’s eyes—she sensed his care for her. She knows that there is no way she could ever imagine such safety and calmness in this dark, blood driven place.
She knows there must be some reason she was chosen to be his wife—to be his queen.
Baekhyun stares at the door he just slammed, his golden eyes glowing brighter than the candles surrounding him. If he wasn’t born a vampire, he would’ve thought his heart had started to beat again.
He stands there stricken with emotions until the golden glow dies out and is left with his obsidian eyes now glowing with realisation and fear. He clenches his fist while lights dance around him tauntingly.
The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.
Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself,
With desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful.
-Oscar Wilde
Summary: Huáng Jié (黃 杰) is a human turned vampire by a Pureblood. After that incident, she is presumed dead since three days. When she wakes up, she is sucked into a new yet darker world to which she never wanted a part in.
Warnings: Blood, gore, mature content, dark subjects, if you are disturbed by such then do not read this. Further warnings will be added as the story progresses. It is not my intention to offend or hurt anyone.
Part 21 - Part 23
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Crying. Weeping for him. She already knew. Sehun didn’t have to tell her. Yixing. Already......still in her heart, she could feel her chest tightening, getting harder to breathe. Sehun engulfing her in a hug, a warm embrace as he too lets out his tears. But he doesn’t shake or tremble like her. He stayed still, letting the tears stream down his cheeks. He knows that he should let her recover from this first. He knows that well. But he was reminded again of the room and surroundings. They were still in this hell. And they have to get out. Fast.
Sehun pulls away a bit from her, one hand cupping her face gently as he wipes the tears with his thumb, looking at her with his now red eyes as a result from crying. “Jie-yah...we...have to...get out of here....I know it’s not the right time to do this..and.... I’m sorry...” He says, Jie catches her breath from the crying, a sobbing mess.
“H-He...Y-Yixing-“ She couldn’t finish. Not even able to say his name without remembering it all. Her chest tightened again, the pain coming out of her. She lets the agonizing pain out of her, crying it out.
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Cautious. And trying to lower their steps so as to not attract anyone in the place. Sehun gestures for her to stay close to him, keeping her back to the wall as they walk through. As they reach the nearest large door down the stairs, they both recognize it. They were close. But they still had to be aware, they couldn't just run towards it and everything will be over like that, no. Be cautious. Be careful of your actions. Because who knows. Maybe it might just end you.
As Sehun takes a first step out, he stops in his tracks, his heart racing slightly fast as he feels another presence. Fuck...
He turns to Jie who seems to feel it too. As the fearful look on her face is evident enough to him. He pulls her close to him, placing a soft kiss to her temple as he pulls away gently, giving her a soft smile.
When you feel it....
Run...
Her eyes widens. She looks at him as she feels her heart start to beat fast. What the fuck is he planning? She shakes her head, disagreeing with his plan. "No, whatever the fuck it is, you are not doing it!" She whisper yells to him, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Sehun..please..."
Sehun cups her face, kissing her forehead as he looks back at her, that same soft smile plastered on his face. "Jie-yah.....it will be okay... I promise...I will come back...I'm not leaving you...I promised hyung..." He says, she didn't believe it. She still had that fear inside of her. And the pain still lingered in her. Yixing.....Sehun.....Tao even...fuck......
The presence came close, fuck. They could smell it and they recognized it. Shit....it's him.
"Scared to come out?"
Her eyes widens hearing his voice, she looks up at Sehun who now has a grim look on his face, his eyes dark and now that Pureblood color, identical to his maker. God....he wanted to kill and end him now....
He gives her a small signal, telling her when the time to run. "I'll follow after....I promise." He says, but...she couldn't believe him. He too could sense it but he needed to try, or he could only hope that Tao....is still alive.
"Sehun-ah, you wouldn't want to break our bond now, would you?"
Clenching his fists, Sehun goes out into the open, revealing himself to his maker. He looks at him, fully. Luhan was now covered in specks of blood but had a large amount around his mouth. He fed. Of fucking course....
Letting out a low chuckle, Luhan takes a few more steps towards him. "You have her....but unfortunately....she has been...claimed...you see...and I'm sure you know who it is, Sehun.." a smirks appears on him. Sehun knew of course, what he meant by that. And that made him even more angrier. And he knows, that he'll be taunted by him, especially since his feelings hasn't changed. He couldn't hold it in anymore and charged right at him, it wasn't a good choice to do and he knew that he shouldn't have walked in so recklessly like but those words....came and ate him inside. And that is exactly what Luhan wanted. And Sehun knew.....he fell for it.
She felt so helpless, Jie felt useless. She stood there by the place, looking down and breathing heavily. You're so fucking useless! You can't even do shit! You're weak! You can't even help him! He's doing all this to protrect you and yet.....
...you can't even protect yourself......as well as him......
Pinned by the wall, blood slowly draining out of him as he grunts in pain. Luhan squeezes out the wound, the blood gushing out as he feeds himself again. Screaming in slight pain as his blood was pushed out of him forcefully, his screams coming to her as she could hear his pain. Her eyes widened, her heart drops hearing his voice. She needed to do something. Fuck......
I don't care......
.....I'll die instead....
"Jie! No!"
It was already too late. Sehun had already slid down the wall, blood gushing out of his deep wound as he clutches to his side. Shit!
She tries to hold him down on the ground. But it was difficult, especially since he had fed frol his feeder and she...wasn't...well fed. He pushes her off him, pinning her down and holding her in place as she struggles but....she needed him away from Sehun. A low chuckle escapes from his mouth, his eyes boring into her. Of course, she was scared but......she felt empty too. Only showing a faint smile on her face as she meets his dark, vampiric gaze.
She could only hope. Whether the Red Moon would show itself again or......she leaves this world. Her breathing is calm now, looking at Luhan.
"Hmm.....maybe one last taste from your blood, sweetheart.." Luhan says, licking his lips. Feeling exhausted and drained, she couldn't care much anymore, stopping herself from struggling any further. A warm sensation rushing through her as she sees from the corner of her eye, the cloudy grey night skies fading away. And the glimpse of a crimson colour showing itself.
Exhaling deeply one last time, her eyes widens a bit. Turning into a grey blue, no longer those pale ones. Luhan smirks, humming softly. "Finally....you came out now.."
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The bloodshed between them. It was.....finally over. But....it was....deafening. Sehun couldn't do anything. Only looking at the both of them. But one of them was on the ground. Bleeding and the deep wound on the chest, the blood seeping through and gushing out....slowly dripping out onto the ground, spreading through. His blurry vision overtaking as he tries to move towards them. But soon his pain starts to take him over, distorting his vision and making him lose his consciousness, slipping into a deep sleep.
He opens his eyes, sitting up sharply as he begins to look around frantically.
"Sehun-ah! It's okay! It's okay, you're safe!" He felt arms around him, trying to calm him down. Sehun looks to his side, seeing someone that he rocognized all too well. "Sehun-ah, it's alright, it's over..."
Tao releases him, looking at him. "It's over..." Sehun rubs his head, feeling a slight pain. "What? What..did you say?"
"It's over...all of it..."
"all....of it?"
Tao nods, answering his question. He was still alive, he managed to get away from them, ripping them off of him. He managed to find them again and upon seeing the three of them bleeding heavily especially them two, he knew that he needed to get them out of there. And he needed to be quick in doing so before the others catch him again. He thought that the others wouldn't be able to come and track them down but they did, even though the Purebloods were one too difficult to fight with and wound but they were too distracted with the other wolves, especially with their Alpha. One they were all familiar with. Too well.
"J-Jie...w-where is she? Is she okay? Is she still-" Sehun gets cut off by Tao, giving him a soft smile as he nodded slowly, answering his question. "She's okay, Sehun. It's quite a miracle that she survived through it, but she did it. She's in the other room along with another wolf that's healing her and looking after her,"
Sehun didn't want to ask it but he was curious as to what happened to him next. "And....Luhan..? What about...him?" Tao shrugs, giving him a look that showed that he didn't really care for that particular Pureblood. "Honestly, I don't fucking care for that little shithead, after what he's done and a lying son of a bitch."
Sehun nods slowly, looking down and thinking about what had just happened. How...what happened to the rest of them?
"Tao?"
The door opens and there stood a familiar figure. Tao rises up from his place, giving a slight bow to him as he looked back at him. Walking in, Yifan looks to the both of with a small gentle smile. "She's okay, guys. She did it."
"Oh my god..." Sehun mutters, letting out a heavy puff of air that he had held out, his eyes lighting up as he hears the news again about her. Tao lets out a sigh of relief, a smile embedded on his face as he turns to Sehun, gesturing to the room. "Wanna see her?" Sehun nods of course, immediately standing up from his place before letting out a small grunt of pain as he remembered his wound. Tao helping him as he stood up, warning him. "Whoa now, be careful."
"I'm fine..it's okay.." Sehun says, assuring him.
"You sure?" To which, Sehun nods and smiles at him. "I want to see her, hyung."
Tao smiles back gently, nodding. "I know you do,"
"Sehun, she's asleep for now but you can see her, take it easy as well. You've just recovered from the wound inflicted on you by that Pureblood. And Tao, I need to talk to you for a while, it's...
..important."
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Having been on the ground, kneeling for a long time and puking it out, her throat burning. God, it was already too much and annoying for her. Sehun rubs her back, trying to help her. He looks at her with worry, still rubbing her back. "Jie-yah.."
She holds up a hand, letting him know that she will be okay, at least she hopes so. "I'll be fine.."
"Did you just get it?"
"Yeah...it just hit me....I wanted to vomit all of a sudden....oh shit-"
"....oh..."
Sehun rubs her back again, trying to soothe her. "You're not doing fine." He says, stating the obvious. Jie gives him a small glare, wiping her mouth as she leans forward slightly, clutching her stomach.
"Do you feel sick?" She shakes her head, she's fine. "I'm alright but now I'm feeling like shit because I probably smell like it too from my breath,"
Sehun gives her a dead serious look. Was she really serious right now? "Are you fucking kidding me?" He mumbles, looking at her. She raises a hand again, nodding slightly. "Yeah, yeah... I'm sorry," she rubs her stomach slightly, groaning a bit.
Sighing, Sehun glances at her stomach, putting his hand on her and rubbing her belly gently as well. She wasn't really shocked or surprised by his actions, letting him do what he was doing, sighing a bit. For a while, memories of what happened before came back to him. He tries to put it at the back of his mind but it all came back again. Especially one sentence that Luhan left saying in his head.
Jie was claimed...by that, what did he mean exactly? He tries to shrug it off, yes, she is claimed. By Yixing....
Was....
Claimed.....
"I'm gonna be alright, alright?" She states, sighing in frustration. Rolling his eyes, he keeps on rubbing her stomach, massaging it gently.
"Do you think..." Sehun trails off,
"Think what?"
"Nah, nothing...."
"Sehun, tell me."
"...Do you think....we could....live normally...after this?"
Jie looks down, thinking about it. It wouldn't be easy after everything.
"You're right....that was stupid of me to ask...."
"No, it wasn't....I've been thinking about it too..."
A small silence between them, letting out a sigh, Sehun rests his chin on the palm of his hand, still rubbing her stomach. "You good?" He asks, looking at her as she nodded. "Yep...better than before."
"That's good-"
The door opens unexpectedly, two of them stepping in. Tao and Yifan sees them both as the two feeders stood up, giving a slight bow to them. Tao looks at Jie with a worried expression, walking to her. "Did you vomit again?" He asks, to which she nods slowly. "Yes."
Looking to Yifan, a serious expression on his face. Yifan nods to Tao, him letting out a sigh as he turns to both Sehun and Jie. He wasn't sure if they were ready to hear this, especially Jie but...it needed to be heard.
"Jie-yah...Sehun-ah...this..will be sudden..."
Both of them look at in confusion as they listen to what he was about to say. "Hyung, what is it?" Sehun tilts his head slightly, furrowing his brows.
Yifan takes a few steps towards them, glancing at Jie as he gestures to her stomach. "There's....someone...growing in you." He lets it out, the news.
Her eyes widened. What....no...that couldn't be...no....
She clutches to her stomach gently, averting her gaze to the ground as she hears the words again. Someone growing inside of her. She's......
Sehun looks down as well, breathing slightly heavily as he looked back at them again. "Then....who's....."
A small moment of silence before Yifan breaks it, revealing the one who impregnated her. "...Baekhyun did it.....his smell is on her but it's masked well so nobody really knows who could be the one unless.....the blood is....tasted....or....is examined.."
Tao lets out a sigh, "When you were unconscious, your blood was different. It changed drastically. We weren't sure but we needed to examine it. And....the results.....it.....wasn't..what we expected...your blood turned darker and darker....
..because this was intended for a ritual that was never finished...it will be difficult...for you to...care...for it....."
Bringing a hand to her stomach, she rubs it gently, slowly looking at Tao. "I can't...do it.....i'm not letting this..go..."
"...I'm keeping him...."
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"Here." Sehun gives her the bag, opening it slowly for her as she takes it from him, thanking him as she drinks from the bag, some of the liquid trailing down to her chain as she wipes her mouth, setting the bag down and letting out a deep sigh.
He looks at her, glancing at her stomach. "How is he?" He asks, smiling softly towards her.
"Excited to see him?" She chuckles, taking a sip from the bag as she sets it down again. Sehun nods, that same smile on his face. "Mhm, I am. Have you thought of a name for him?"
A slight shocked expression comes on her face, shaking her head. "Ah, not yet. I have to think of it quick before he comes out," She smiles gently, caressing her womb as she glances at it. "Once he comes out, we'll do our best to protect and help him grow." She says, a soft tone in her voice as she turns to Sehun whose eyes were in slight shock. "W-we?"
She nods, "Yes, we, Sehun-ah, you'll be helping me on this,"
Sehun looks down, a soft smile on his face as he let the words play back in his mind again. "Will you be okay with it? Me being a father to him?" She nods, pecking his cheek as she ruffles his hair, smiling brightly. "Of course, I am,"
