Bite Me & Own Me
Yandere Vampire Gowon X Male Reader
Tags : Vampire Gowon, Body Worship, Biting, Kissing, Dominant, Body Licking, Submission
Words : 4,422 Words
This Is a Commission Story for My Friend @starconstruction again, Thanks a lot for the support Bruv. I hope you like it.
The stadium lights flickered, casting long shadows across the empty seats as Y/n adjusted his earpiece, the faint hum of feedback buzzing in his ear. He glanced at his watch—10:47 PM. The concert had ended nearly an hour ago, but the energy of the crowd still lingered in the air, a ghostly echo of screams and applause. His coworkers had already left for the night, leaving him alone to finish the post-show cleanup. Or so he thought.
As he bent down to pick up a discarded poster, he felt it—the eyes. A cold, lingering gaze that prickled the back of his neck like ice. He straightened, his breath hitching as he scanned the darkened arena. Was someone still here? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head, brushing it off as exhaustion. After all, who would stay behind in this cavernous place after hours?
But then he remembered her. Gowon. The idol. The way she’d looked at him during the soundcheck, her lips curling into that knowing smirk as if she could see straight through him. He’d been embarrassed, sure, but flattered too. Who wouldn’t be? She was Gowon—a rising star, a goddess among mortals. Her beauty was almost otherworldly, her voice captivating, her presence magnetic. Yet, something about her gaze had felt… different. Almost predatory.
“Stop being paranoid,” he muttered to himself, stuffing the poster into a trash bag. But the feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it grew heavier, more suffocating, until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He turned, half-expecting to see nothing, but there she was.
Gowon stood at the edge of the stage, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of emergency exit signs. She wasn’t dressed in her dazzling performance outfit anymore. Instead, she wore a sleek black gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her lips—those damn lips—curved into a sly smile as she stepped forward.
“You’re still here,” she said, her voice low and melodic, sending a wave of warmth through him despite the chill in the air.
Y/n’s throat went dry. “Uh, yeah. Just finishing up. What about you?”
She tilted her head, studying him with those piercing eyes. “I was looking for you.”
His heart skipped a beat. “Me? Why?”
Instead of answering, she took another step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. The sound echoed through the empty stadium, each one amplifying his unease. “You’ve been on my mind all evening,” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness laced with something darker. “That shy little look you gave me earlier… it was adorable.”
He swallowed hard, his palms sweating. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just—”
“You were curious,” she finished for him, her smile widening. “Curious about me. About what I’m really like when the cameras aren’t rolling.” She was close now, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral yet intoxicating, like roses dipped in wine.
Before he could respond, a scream shattered the silence. It came from outside, sharp and panicked, cutting through the night like a knife. Y/n’s head snapped toward the sound, his instincts kicking in. “What was that?”
Gowon’s expression didn’t change. If anything, she seemed amused. “Go see for yourself.”
Without thinking, he bolted toward the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest. The parking lot was dimly lit, the rows of cars eerily silent except for the faint sound of footsteps. And then he saw it—his coworker, Minji, slumped against a car, her hands clutching her neck as blood seeped through her fingers. Gowon stood over her, her lips stained crimson, her fangs glistening in the moonlight.
Y/n froze, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “W-What the hell—”
Gowon turned to him, her eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh good, you came,” she said, licking her lips. “I was hoping you’d join us.”
Panic surged through him, overriding every rational thought. He turned to run, but she was faster—far faster than any human should be. In an instant, she was in front of him, her hand clamping around his wrist with inhuman strength. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Her grip was like iron, unyielding and cold.
“Let go!” he shouted, thrashing against her hold.
She laughed—a low, melodious sound that sent chills down his spine. “Don’t waste your energy,” she whispered, leaning in so close that her breath brushed against his ear. “This is inevitable.”
Before he could protest, she struck, her fangs sinking into his neck with a sharp pain that quickly dulled into a strange, tingling numbness. He gasped, his vision blurring as darkness crept in at the edges. The last thing he saw before everything went black was her face—smiling, triumphant, and utterly irresistible.
When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the chains. Heavy, cold metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to a plush bed. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and something else—something metallic and coppery. He struggled against the restraints, his breathing quickening as panic set in.
“Ah, you’re awake.”
Her voice came from the shadows, smooth and velvety, before she stepped into the light. Gowon looked even more breathtaking up close, her flawless skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She wore nothing but a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness.
“Wh-What do you want from me?” Y/n stammered, his voice trembling.
She smiled, running a finger along the edge of the bed as she circled him. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to worship me.”
His eyes widened. “Worship you?”
She stopped at the foot of the bed, her gaze locking onto his. “Yes. Every inch of me. And if you do it well…” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “…I might let you live.”
He swallowed hard, his heart racing as reality sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.
Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward, his lips grazing the smooth skin of her leg. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat through him. He moved higher, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. “Now keep going…”
And so he did, every lick, every touch, drawing him deeper into her web—into her dark, obsessive world where escape was no longer an option.
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. The room was suffocatingly dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the cracked blinds. Her silhouette loomed over him, predatory and possessive, her eyes glowing with an unnatural crimson hue. He couldn’t move—not that he wanted to anymore. His body was betraying him, responding to her even as his mind screamed at him to run.
She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips curled into a smile, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. “You look so delicious,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with honeyed danger. “All mine.”
His breath hitched. Mine. The word echoed in his mind, sinking deeper and deeper until it felt like a brand seared into his soul. She didn’t just want him—she owned him. And he knew it.
Her hand reached out, slender fingers brushing against his cheek. The touch was feather-light, almost tender, but the intentions behind it were anything but. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Why is that?”
“I-I wasn’t—” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. He couldn’t finish the lie. She already knew the truth.
She chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and menacing. “Don’t bother lying, darling. I can hear your heartbeat. It tells me everything.” Her nails trailed down his neck, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “You’re scared… but you’re also curious. Aren’t you?”
He couldn’t deny it. There was something about her—something magnetic and terrifying all at once. He had tried to stay away, tried to convince himself that she was dangerous, that she would ruin him. But every time he saw her, every time she looked at him with those piercing eyes, he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Her fingers slid lower, settling on his collarbone. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice softening as if she were marveling at him. “So beautiful. So fragile.” Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “And all mine.”
His knees buckled, and he sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets for support. She followed him effortlessly, her movements fluid and predatory. One leg swung over his lap, trapping him beneath her weight. Her skirt rode up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh. His gaze lingered there, unable to look away.
She noticed, of course. She always did. “Go on,” she coaxed, her voice a velvet whisper. “Touch me.”
His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing her skin. It was warm, impossibly so, and softer than he had imagined. Her scent filled his senses—sweet and metallic, like roses dipped in blood. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.
“That’s it,” she murmured, leaning back slightly to give him more access. “You’re doing so well…”
Encouraged by her words, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky exhale. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Now keep going…”
He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh. Every lick, every kiss, drew him deeper into her spell. His hands roamed higher, exploring the curves of her legs, the dip of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending waves of desire crashing through him.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”
He could feel her watching him, her gaze heavy and possessive. It made his cheeks burn, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. She was everything—his obsession, his tormentor, his salvation. And he was completely at her mercy.
Her other hand reached down, cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Do you understand now?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind. “There’s no escaping me. You belong to me.”
He nodded, his breath hitching as her thumb stroked his bottom lip. “Y-yes…”
She smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin that sent another wave of heat coursing through him. “Good,” she said, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her mouth was demanding, claiming him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He melted into her, his hands gripping her waist as if letting go would mean certain death. She tasted like sin and power, and he couldn’t get enough.
When she finally pulled away, he was panting, his lips swollen and tingling. She smirked, clearly pleased with the effect she had on him. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” she murmured, her voice teasing as she shifted her weight, positioning herself above him.
His pulse quickened, anticipation coiling tightly in his gut. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of what was to come. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her top and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin flawless and glowing in the moonlight. And her eyes—those piercing, crimson eyes—held him captive, refusing to let him look away. “Well?” she purred, running a finger along the edge of her bra. “What are you waiting for?”
He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, his hands trembling as they settled on her hips. She leaned into his touch, her expression softening slightly. “That’s my good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval.
But then her expression shifted, her gaze darkening as a playful smirk twisted her lips. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’re safe,” she warned, her tone laced with mischief. “I still haven’t decided whether I’m going to devour you tonight… or save you for later.”
His breath hitched, his heart racing as her words sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Make me proud,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “And maybe I’ll let you live.”
He swallowed hard, his hands still resting on her hips as she leaned closer, her crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could feel the sharp points of her fangs grazing his neck. She wasn’t just teasing him anymore—she was testing him. Testing how far he would go to survive. How much he would give up to please her.
Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his shirt before she tugged at the fabric, exposing his collarbone. He shivered but didn’t pull away. There was no point. She had already taken control of every fiber of his being, and he knew it. The realization should have been terrifying, but instead, a strange heat pooled low in his stomach, twisting his fear into something darker, more desperate.
“You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against his ear. “But not entirely from fear, are you?”
He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words came out. Instead, a small, helpless sound escaped him as her tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. His grip on her hips tightened instinctively, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, approving hum.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re learning.”
Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses along his jaw until she reached his neck. He could feel the pressure of her teeth against his flesh, teasing but not breaking the skin. Not yet. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. She’s going to bite me, he thought, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. And I’m going to let her.
“Do you want this?” she asked, her voice a velvet purr that sent a shiver down his spine. “Or are you too afraid to admit it?”
His throat felt dry, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally managed to speak. “I… I don’t know.”
She chuckled, the sound low and dark, and pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made his breath catch, and for a moment, he felt pinned beneath her stare, unable to look away.
“Liar,” she said, a sly smile curling her lips. “You want this. You need this. And deep down, you know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”
He couldn’t deny it. Not when her presence filled the room like a storm, swirling around him and suffocating any resistance he might have had left. Not when her touch lit fires under his skin, leaving him craving more. Not when her voice wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her web.
“Please,” he whispered, the word escaping before he could stop it. It was a plea, a surrender, and she knew it.
Her smile widened, her fangs glinting in the dim light as she leaned in again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Her lips found his neck once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. He felt the sharp sting as her fangs pierced his skin, followed by a rush of warmth as she began to drink. His knees buckled, but she held him steady, her grip firm and unyielding. A moan escaped his lips, unintentional but undeniable, as pleasure mingled with the pain, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that left him lightheaded and dizzy.
She drank slowly, savoring every drop, and he could feel the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if she were weaving herself into the very fabric of his being, binding him to her in ways he couldn’t fully understand. He was hers now—body, mind, and soul—and he knew there was no going back.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and her eyes shone with a predatory gleam that made his stomach clench. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue sliding over the crimson streaks as she studied him, taking in the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.
“Mine,” she declared, her voice firm and possessive. “From now on, you belong to me.”
He nodded, his voice failing him as he struggled to find the strength to stand. But she wasn’t done yet. Her hand slid up his chest, stopping over his racing heart, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.
“Kiss me,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was equal parts tender and demanding. Her taste—metallic and sweet from his blood—filled his mouth, and he groaned softly as her tongue tangled with his, claiming him all over again.
Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched his own. He gasped as she nipped at his bottom lip, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin as she pulled back just enough to smirk at him.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “But we’re not finished yet.”
Before he could respond, she pushed him back onto the bed, following him down with a predatory grace that left no doubt about who was in control. Her weight pressed against him, pinning him in place, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips.
“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze of desire clouding his mind.
He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers as she leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them. Her lips brushed against his once more, soft and teasing, before she pulled back to trail kisses down his jaw and neck, stopping where she had bitten him earlier.
“Do you feel it?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper against his skin. “The bond between us? It’s unbreakable now. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you’ll always be mine.”
He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her hands explored his body with a possessiveness that left him aching for more. Every touch, every kiss, every word was a reminder of the hold she had over him, and he was powerless to resist.
“Say it,” she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity as she pinned him with her gaze. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling but sincere. “Completely.”
She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. “Good. Now show me.”
Her lips crashed against his again, and this time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was pure hunger, pure need, and he responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, arching up against her. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of darkness and desire that neither of them could escape.
She pulled away from him, her lips glistening with the taste of his blood and his desire. Her crimson eyes gleamed as she took a step back, her fingers trailing down his chest before breaking contact entirely. The air between them felt electric, charged with an unspoken promise that made his breath hitch.
“You think you’ve seen me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, like velvet brushing against his skin. “But you haven’t. Not yet.”
His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, transfixed. She moved to the center of the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The dim light caught the edges of her form, casting long shadows that seemed to ripple with her every motion. He could feel the power radiating off her, a dark energy that made his knees weak.
She began to sway, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands drifted upward, fingers threading through her hair as she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. His mouth went dry as he realized what she was doing—she wasn’t just dancing. She was transforming.
Her body shifted, elongating slightly, her movements becoming more animalistic, more primal. Her crimson eyes glowed brighter, the predatory hunger in them undeniable. Her fangs elongated further, sharp and gleaming, and her nails grew into claws that flexed momentarily before she curled them into loose fists. She was shedding the illusion of humanity, revealing the true monster beneath the surface.
Yet, even as fear coiled in his gut, it was impossible to look away. She was mesmerizing, a creature of darkness and beauty, and he was utterly captivated.
“This is who I am,” she said, her voice echoing with a deeper resonance now. It wasn’t just her words—it was her presence, her very essence that demanded his attention. “Do you still want me?”
He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he nodded, his gaze locked on hers, unable to tear himself away.
She smiled, slow and dangerous, and began to move again. This time, her dance was more deliberate, more intimate. She prowled closer, her steps measured, each one bringing her nearer to him. The air around her seemed to shimmer, as though the room itself was bending to her will.
When she was close enough to touch, she reached out, her clawed fingers grazing his cheek. He shuddered at the sensation, the cool touch of her skin sending a jolt of heat through him. Her other hand trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching as they went, leaving faint red lines in their wake. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure, and he let out a shaky breath.
“Dance with me,” she whispered, her voice like a caress. She didn’t wait for his response, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. Her arms wound around him, her body pressed flush against his, and she began to guide him in slow, sensual movements.
At first, his steps were awkward, hesitant, but she led him with ease, her confidence infectious. Soon, he found himself falling into the rhythm, his body responding to hers as if they had been doing this forever. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only her, her scent, her touch, her heat.
Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, “You belong to me now. Body and soul.”
He couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her, his heart beating in time with hers, his breaths coming in sync. She was everything—the center of his universe, the keeper of his darkest desires.
Her hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, and he gasped as her fingers wrapped around him. Her grip tightened, teasingly slow, and she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his.
“Tell me you want this,” she murmured, her voice a mix of command and temptation. “Tell me you need it.”
“I… I need it,” he stammered, his voice shaking with desire. “I need you.”
Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she tightened her hold, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “Good boy.”
She released him then, stepping back just enough to strip away her clothing in one fluid motion. Her body was radiant, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. She was both terrifying and breathtaking, a goddess of the night.
She reached for him again, pulling him close, and this time there was no hesitation in his movements. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch, every detail, committing it all to memory. She was cold to the touch, but the fire within her burned bright, igniting something deep inside him.
Her lips found his neck, her fangs scraping lightly against his skin. He tensed instinctively, but she soothed him with a soft murmur, her tongue laving over the spot before biting down. The sharp sting of pain gave way to a wave of pleasure, and he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she drank from him.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and she licked them clean with deliberate slowness. “Mine,” she repeated, her voice firm and commanding.
He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She guided him to the floor, her body moving over his with predatory grace. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her claws pressing just enough to remind him of her strength. She leaned down, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Now, show me how much you mean it.”
And so he did, every movement, every touch, every kiss pouring his devotion into her. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of darkness and desire where nothing else mattered but the connection between them.
As their bodies moved together, she leaned in close, her lips grazing his ear. “You’ll never leave me,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessive certainty. “Will you?”
“Never,” he gasped, his resolve crumbling under her touch. “I’m yours. Forever.”
