Warnings- mention of sexual abuse, death, obsession, lot of angst
Pls forgive if I did any mistakes!
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You saw yet another shooting star last night. Your grandma said wishing something upon seeing them makes the wish come true yet you don't see his approaching figure. She said that the your small town holds many secrets while braiding your hair which you dismissed as folktale as a child. But now you pray for her words to come true more than anything else.
But no matter how long you look at ice caped shiny mountains they don't budge and tell you the secret they are hiding. No matter how much you look at the birds chirping they don't tell you whose sound they muffle by their singing. No matter how closely you listen to the blowing of wind they don't tell you who are they blowing away from.
It would have been better if you are not stuck in the whirlwind of your thoughts. You wanted to go back to your previous life where you going to work and taking care of your sick father filled your daily routine . But destiny had different plans. You have tried so much to forget about that day but your soul flourishes in his memory.
You feel it in your heart and your entire being. The way his aura swallow your existence in your dream till the point your body struggles to breathe and you wake up drenched in sweat. You remember hearing his voice in your dream which set every nerve of yours on fire. You remember the tug of string which seemed to connects your hearts when you were about to finally see the face of your savior in your dream.
Sometimes you can feel his presence. you suspect if a pair of eyes watch your every move. You suspect if someone follows you from work.You suspect if someone accidentally left your favorite snowdrops on your doorstep when it was meant for somebody else.You suspect if someone whispered something in the ears of the wild dog when it was ready to prance at you when you were returning from forest late at night.
Though you vaguely remember seeing his silhouette before going unconscious, you knew he had heard your cry of help. He had sensed the danger that had befallen upon you when in an instant your senior turned into an assaulter ready to take advantage of your naive trust. You didn't expect your senior manager to physically assault you beside the river bed after you denying his manipulative coaxing and inappropriate touches. You couldn't believe the vile words his tongue produced which once had complemented you. It was then you couldn't fight his strong arms and his forceful lips on your neck and cleavage that you mustered all your energy and shouted for help. It was not before he laid you on ground with the help of his heavy figure preparing to take you raw while having his knee between your naked thighs you heard something coming towards both of you. It was then the bone chilling storm began to blew and your eardrum hurt by the animalistic roar that cracked the thin layer of blue ice covering the river.Your assaulted scurried away from you as the speed of the blowing wind only increased. Your barely opened eyes recognized a silhouette piercing through the icy strom. Suddenly you felt rib crushing ache in your chest as you soul struggled to become free and then the last thing you remembered seeing his shiny red eyes before going into days of slumber.
As you told your experience to the concerned officials while laying on hospital bed you only saw their dismissive looks. They shut you down as they shut others down who say having encountered a canine human by the icy river. All the stories fall on deaf ears when they say some mythical creature saved their lives. The things you saw were termed as hallucinations. But all those voices were not capable to answer how the body of your accused is nowhere to be found.
You don't why he denies coming to see you again no matter how many times you visit the place of your first encounter. Every dawn you find yourself sitting by the river hoping that maybe the place is frequently visited by him. You yearn to just take a glimpse of his silhouette again. He never answers your endless pleas of saving your soul from the suffering of being away from him. Yet your legs walk you to river Bank believing that one day you will hear his heavy breath along with flowing of river water.
Your teary eyes don't convey the emptiness you feel in your chest as you stare at the mountains now outside of your window guarded by long conifers. But false to your belief a pair of ruby eyes stare at you longingly from the forest as they water from guilt. His heart throbs when he remembers your soft hands slipping from his leading you to fall in the mouth of death a century ago. The longing you feel is better than again getting tangled in the black webs of his heart. In his mind this was the only way to protect you even if it meant slicing your heart a little..
Pairing: Yandere Vampire!Namjoon x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut, Supernatural AU
Word Count: 7.9K
Synopsis: A bet is a bet. You figured it would be the easiest $200 you’d ever earn. However, awakening an insatiable blood-thirsty vampire was never part of the plan. By the scorching glare of his hellfire eyes, there’s a high chance you may never return to claim the prize.
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Aggressive/possessive behavior, mentions of death/murder, dubcon, mind control/glamouring??, excessive use of formal English, chained bondage (Joon likes to be bound 🥵), mild dacryphilia, masochism, mild sadism, kidnapping/forced captivity, sub/dom dynamic, Joon has a massive dong, messy blowjob, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected throne sex, daddy kink (oop), rough sex, orgasm control, begging, creampie, blood play/blood addiction.
A/N: This is an RP edited to a fic, co-written by the lovely @ppersonna as y/n❣️Had such fun creating this story with Lindy and am so excited to finally share! Happy spooky season to you all. Please, pleaseee let us know if you enjoy—we’d love to hear what you think.
Legend has it, as far back as the elders of your town can recall, the castle atop the highest hill is owned by an ancient vampire. But legends are legends, and you’re not easily deterred by hearsay. That much is clear the second you break the filigree lock on Namjoon’s 15-foot wrought iron gate.
It had been...many years since the night dweller smelt blood as fresh as yours. The faintest whiff made his toes curl in the dank basement below.
Stupid, petulant woman. Turning a blind eye to the terrors that lurk in the shadows.
Many have come before you, seeking answers, an adrenaline rush or even companionship. They’ve all proven themselves to be inadequate; incapable of satiating Namjoon’s strongest cravings—stronger than his throat-ripping thirst for blood. So when you crowbarred the heavy doors of his immaculate castle open and pushed your way in with confidence, your scent was just the first thing to capture his interest…
The first step into the castle was confident. You peered around the dusty and dank space with boisterous eyes and a no-fail attitude. You told all your friends you would do it—that you didn’t believe the rumors and legends of the historically decrepit home. It was just that. An old, falling apart, mansion. And it was an easy $200 bet you would win.
You tiptoed carefully around the space, small flashlight beaming into the nooks and crannies of the house. You could tell that in its day, it had to be gorgeous and lush.
“Shame,” you murmured under your breath. If only someone had taken better care of the space. They could easily make a pretty penny. “Anyone here?” You called with a chuckle. “Any scary vampires wanna suck my blood?” You continued your search, exploring each room and muttering things to yourself about the state of things and all the trinkets you found. It would be easy to steal the beautiful artifacts—but something held you back, tickled in the back of your mind that it just wasn’t right.
You were mocking Namjoon—laughing in the face of danger like an overconfident skateboarder on the edge of a rickety half pipe. He thought about approaching you in a flash, gripping you by the throat and tossing you against the crimson wall of his study. The sheer force of his strength would bludgeon your frail body, making your bones snap like toothpicks. He licked his lips at the lucid fantasy of your mangled form crumpled at his feet, so helpless as your blood soaked his rug.
Alas… Over the last 500 years, he’s developed great patience. All good things are worth waiting for...and the longer he waited, the more your brazen nerves piqued his interest.
There is a raw energy that encircles your body like a force field. It strikes the ancient vampire like a live wire the closer he gets, and he loves the pain it brings. Such a...peculiar woman. It’s as if your fearless disposition and steeled nerves physically protect you from his advances. He’s so close that he could practically taste the salt of your glistening skin, but your guard is strong.
His thick throat constricts at the continuous wafts of your rich scent—so sweet, it makes his eyes haze, black and possessed. He can’t deny the affliction your confidence has on his primal self. Mere moments pass but they feel like centuries, so he makes his presence known with just the low baritone of his voice and the faintest glimpse of his porcelain face.
“I expect you to pay for the damages to my home...” he flicks the white hair away from his sunken eyes and stares you down, unable to do much more than intimidate with his looks until your guard is down. “...and tell me, pet, do you wish for death?”
The sudden voice encircling you like a trap makes you stumble over your own planted feet. Your hand knocks some of the dirty trinkets off the shelves where you observed them as you swirl around and cling to the wall for dear life—eyes wildly seeking out the source of voice.
“Oh my god,” you breathe as you clutch at the wall. You finally notice the figure standing before you but you can’t quite make it out.
Him? You’re sure the voice sounded like a man’s. Is he the caretaker of the abandoned property?
“I’m s-sorry,” you stammer, trying to focus your vision on the man ahead of you. “I-I—i’ll pay for it, I swear. I don’t want to take anything. I was just—...dared, to come in here.” You gulp, trying to assuage your shame and fear. “I thought it was abandoned, sir. Please, I n-never meant any harm.” Your hands slowly drop down to your sides as you feel your courage swim back through your veins. “I didn’t realize this old place had a caretaker still,” you speak gently. “I thought it was just...abandoned.”
“Abandoned...” he seethes through his ivory fangs, peeking slightly from beneath his plush lips.
Interesting how your mood shifted the second you realized you might actually be in trouble. Not so brave, are you? The quiver in your small voice juxtaposes the tough talk he overheard minutes beforehand. And now...you cower in fear.
He loves when his food begs for its life. But even more, he loves a good hunt, and your instant submission proves you an unworthy prey. No chase? No fight? And what is this talk of a caretaker—do you presume he is a servant? Regardless, there’s something about you, be it your rapturing scent or the fair blush of your cheeks. It keeps him from pummeling you immediately.
“A dare, you say?” He steps even closer to you, revealing his entire form, covered in all black. “Well, those are no friends of yours. May they learn their mistakes when you never return.”
Your eyebrows quirk in confusion. Everything the man says is nearly a riddle—there is no way a normal person would speak this way.
“Look, dude,” you speak as you hold your hands up. “I’ll just leave. There’s no need to get all—...weird and kidnapp-y. I didn’t touch anything. I’ll mail you a check for the inconvenience.”
His stoic and tense demeanor has you frightened, but your sense of self-preservation kicks in overdrive as you slowly start to make your way towards the door you entered from.
“Maybe you should put up some fences or something, you know? Keep all the rabble rousers out.” Your feet move slowly, watching your step to show the strange man you have no ill intent. “Sorry for breaking into your old house. It’s beautiful, at least.”
A dark chuckle slips through your lips. “And you’re okay looking, I guess. From what I can see—..., okay, I’ll just go and you can lock me out and I’ll never come back and always tell people to avoid this place forever. Deal?”
“I do not enter into covenance with mortals.”
There’s that nerve again.
Namjoon tsks at your pathetic attempts to woo your way out of your predicament. You called him “...okay looking...,” as if your opinion means a thing to the ancient being. He thinks, however, you’re not so bad yourself.
The tempting aroma of your blood does not go unnoticed, and neither does the delicate slope of your neck or the plush pout of your lips. While you plot your escape, Namjoon leans against the banister of a grand throne at the center of the room. He thrums his fingers on the polished wood and licks his blood-red lips.
“I have a perfectly good gate that I recall locking to keep out these rabble rousers, and yet...” his eyes widen horrifically, accompanied by a toothy smile that clearly displays his sharp fangs, “...Sometimes one or two slip...” he thrums his fingers louder with each word, “...through...the cracks.”
Your accelerated heartbeat causes rich blood to surge at the surface of your skin. Your rosy blush only makes him want to ruin you more. He bellows a sinister laugh as you try the door handle, which doesn’t budge a bit.
“Save your energy, pet. I have such plans in store for you.”
“M-mortals?” Your eyes widen as your voice squeaks. “That’s a strange way to talk...”
Your mind whirs.
Were the legends true? Did an ancient vampire live and stalk and hunt here?
Your no-nonsense nature cannot come to terms with it. This has to be someone playing a prank. Regardless, your body reacts. Pulse quickens, heart thumps heavy in your chest, breath shaky and heaving.
You nearly cry out loud as the doors refuse to move, refuse to open. How could this happen? They were barely functioning doors when you arrived and now they’re locked and solid?
“P-please, I don’t want any trouble. I’ll do anything! Whatever you want!” You show your palms to prove your innocence, sniffling gently but trying to remain confident regardless of how hopeless you feel.
That's more like it, he thinks. Cower and beg...
He smiles devilishly at the growing fear in your beautiful eyes—even more beautiful as you plead for your life. But he needs more, so he beckons you near with a simple hook of his finger.
"Come to me."
He has to be sure you're the right choice. He needs to lay his cold hands on your hot skin and feel the energy course through your veins. He needs to dance his fingertips over the supple billow of your jugular. He needs to know, before anything else, that you will fully comply with what he truly desires. Or, don't, that will make it even more exciting for the insatiable vampire.
Your feet work without your brain's input. They shuffle tenderly towards the towering man and your heart races even faster. His smile is gorgeous, but deadly. Your eyes widen further in fright as you notice his teeth. Are they...? No, it’s impossible. A trick of the light.
You stand close, fingers trembling as you stop an arms reach away from the man. You can finally take him all in, and the otherworldly beauty he radiates. He’s terrifying, haunting even. And handsome. A type of beauty that transcends time. He’s tall, and for a moment you could find yourself kneeling in front of the man and letting him take you in any way he wanted, but the thought is quickly wiped away.
"P-please," you whisper as you lick your lips. "I really mean you no harm. I just want to go home..." You reach your hand out to touch his arm and find he’s cold—frigid as ice.
"Oh my god," you whisper. "A-are you..?" Your mouth runs dry, unable to ask the loaded question.
He smiles even wider as you lick your lips and stumble over your words.
“So now you see...I am no caretaker, little one.” He rebukes the assumption entirely. He cares for nothing and no one—but it’d go amiss not to admit that your trembling body makes him want to break you just a little less than before.
Yet, the desire remains.
It’s in his nature, and it’s been so long since he’s sunk his teeth into human flesh as sweet as yours. Namjoon’s coal black haze doesn’t stray from taking in every inch of your form. Up close and weak enough to touch—he places his freezing hands on your shoulders and lets them fall down the length of your arms. His tapered fingers capture yours and hold them to his chest, right where his heart should be.
“Do you feel that...?” He dips down to your neck and grazes his chilled lips against the soft pulsating flesh, trailing goosebumps wherever they touch. “...Nothing...absolutely nothing.” He chuckles with wide hollow eyes. “So, yes, the legends are true, pet. It seems you’ve made a grave mistake by entering my home... Fortunately enough, I’m going to let you live.”
He waited long to find someone both pliant and strong. And you...seem to be both. You seem to be capable of withstanding the torment of pleasure and pain he inflicts upon a worthy mate.
“You can be my servant...someone to satiate my every need without question.” He releases your hands and lightly grips your chin between his large fingers, running his frozen thumb over the swell of your bottom lip. “You don’t have a choice, so I suggest you say ‘yes’ and accept your fate.”
You can’t help the tremble of your lip as the man speaks. His words are like icy daggers, burrowing themselves deep in your skin. The fright of never seeing your friends, your family again makes tears slip down your face.
How foolish you had been to venture here. Now you would pay for it with your life. A life of servitude. The legends were true.
He’s a vampire, standing in the flesh. There is no heart beating within him, no blood warming his body. He is a bloodthirsty creature of the night.
“P-please,” you gulp as the tears flood your orbs and slip down your dusty cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll—” It’s useless to plead anymore. You know he wouldn’t care about your desperate pleas. Your best hope is to survive and accept and one day hope for a chance of escape.
“Okay,” you murmur at the feeling of his cold hands on your lip. “I a-accept. Just please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything.”
“I can’t make that promise, little one.” He presses the pad of his thumb tight against your lip then releases to watch the blood rush back to the surface. “In fact, I guarantee I’ll hurt you...tsk...Death, well, that won’t come any time soon, I can assure you that much.”
Your eyes are wild with fear and yet you stand in front of him and will your life away, to him, an undead stranger. It is true, you have no choice in the matter, but he expected a bit of a chase. A bit of a struggle.
Namjoon hasn’t spent longer than a few minutes consorting with his prey before forcing them to drop to their knees, bleed them out or devour them whole. They usually dart for the door or an open window; some of which have plummeted to their death before he had the chance to seduce them with his charm and drive his fangs in deep.
But not you. You’ve accepted your fate...
Fascinating creature you’re proving to be.
The desire is bubbling from deep within the statuesque blood-sucker. The longer he keeps you alive the more your rich scent torments him.
“Let’s test your compliance, shall we?” He takes a long stride across the room and gathers a silver chain from a large banquet table. It immediately begins to sear his palm as he lifts it from the surface. He grimaces, then smiles through the ache. It’s...unsettling.
His words bring your tears to a peak, pouring from your eyes silently. You can’t help but feel your heart break soundly in your chest. You’ll never see your friends, your family, your loved ones again. The thought is paralyzing. He promises you respite from death but not from pain and the thought is chilling. How will he torture you? Will you become merely a feeding device for the creature of the night?
You can’t help but to watch curiously through your tears as he crosses to the other side of the decrepit room, handling a silver chain. You can hear the faint searing noise of the metal on his flesh. It solidifies your fear of him. He truly is what he speaks to be. You swallow deftly and approach with tiny footsteps, lip trembling as tears slip down your ruddy cheeks.
“What do I need to do?” You speak gently, tearfully. You eye the metal with unease. You can’t help but notice the pain flashing across his face. “Does it hurt?” You can’t help but feel a twinge of selfless need to help the handsome and terrifying man.
"Never been better," He pushes his words through gritted teeth, fangs digging into the supple flesh of his pouty lip.
Your tearful empathy is...more than intriguing. You've just become the vampire's captor and yet you are concerned for his well being?
Namjoon drapes the thin chain around your wrist, so loose it almost falls to the floor.
"Take it," he orders, peeling his coat off and hanging it on the back of the throne. He's eyeing you, reading the confusion etched in your expression. Good. He sits on the throne and rests his arms on the wide armrests, "Now chain me down...make it tight."
The chain sits heavy in your palms. You've never been more confused or terrified in your life. He's giving you a tool of destruction to him and trusting you with it. Your hands tremble as you give the moment pause to think. He wouldn't give you something so dangerous to him without reason. Is he testing you?
You shiver with fright, with not knowing what's the right option to choose. You fear that the only option would be to obey—it would be the only option that saves you from potential pain, potential punishment. You approach on tender footsteps, sniffling as the tears continue falling.
"Won't this h-hurt you?" You ask as you finally stand in front of him in his imposing throne. "Please, I don't want to hurt you." His face appears to remain firm and you find yourself pleading with heavy tears while moving behind him to wrap the silver chain around the vampire's body.
“That’s it,” he narrows his eyes on you and grimaces as the first sting of the chain sears into his flesh. “Good girl, wrap me tight...” he smiles through the ache as you do exactly what he asks, entirely complicit in your actions.
It’s been minutes and you’re already becoming his pretty little devotee. He’ll see how devoted you can be. When it comes to his pleasure, he gets lost in it entirely. He transports to another realm and loses track of time—he dislodges from all reality.
“I see your confusion,” he notes, picking up on your concern as well. Funny how you feel concern for a being that captured you and threatened your life moments before. “You see,” he continues, “I’ll need to be immobilized for what I’m about to ask of you next.”
Your hands shake as you continue to wrap the chains around him, frightened and confused and concerned wrapped all in one tiny body. You don’t want to hurt him, but you desperately want to leave. Could you leave? He’s practically handing you freedom on a silver platter and it eats inside you on what to do.
You finish the tight work and try to ignore the audible sizzling noise you can hear on the vampire's skin. You circle back around to his front, standing in before him with blurry eyes.
“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you admit. “I want to run far away from you and yet I’m... concerned and confused. What are you going to make me do?” You creep backwards just a bit, away from the hauntingly beautiful man and towards the doors to freedom.
“Concerned and confused?” He bites his lip and bellows and throaty chuckle. “Cute.” He bites again, choking a groan as the chains completely incapacitate his range of motion from the chest up. Cute? He’s...never used the word in his entire existence.
Namjoon mentally shakes the small praise from his mind as quickly as it entered. No—he is keeping you to serve a purpose, and he will see how well you can do it. If his intuition is correct, you will not disappoint.
"I see the way you keep looking at me, little one. You're frightened, yes, that much is certain. Yet..." He hugs his legs together at the first throb of arousal. The pain and restriction is affecting him, and the visual of your blood-blushed cheeks mixed with your intoxicating scent is driving him mad. "...Yet, there you stand. Waiting for instruction like a good servant. I'll tell you what I want you to do, but you'll need to be much closer. Come," he tilts his chin up and stares daggers at you from narrowed lids, "Kneel before me."
Watching the vampire struggle in his confines of the silver chains tugs at your heart harder than you’d care to admit. You don’t know why the sight of the handsome man in torturous bonds makes you ache but it does. You gulp hard when he demands you to kneel in front of him. You struggle against your will to flee and your desire to submit to the undead man. He knows you’re waiting on bated breath for his word, that you’re captivated by him. One might say you’re a bit curious about what the man is, does. Your feet move forward easily, until you’re sinking onto your knees on the dirty stone floor, eyes peering up at him. Your tears have stopped flowing but they stain your flushed cheeks.
“Tell me what you want,” you murmur softly. You want nothing more than to break the chains off of him. You find yourself more and more hypnotized by the man himself, equal parts desperate to leave and to remain. “Please.”
"Unbutton my pants," he gasps and parts his legs for you to fit between, "Loosen them. Pull them down my hips." He strains against the torturous chains as they seep into his flesh, now unashamedly displaying their effect. Even through his pants one could see the outline of his stiffening cock, right through the material. "Your...ugh...your scent...it's incredibly strong." He screws his eyes shut in rapture. "Hurry."
Your eyes follow his legs and your mouth runs dry. You can clearly see the hard press of his cock in his pants and your will to leave is quickly diminishing. Any other man you’d be less than impressed but he’s captivated you now and the outline of his length has you nearly salivating.
“You—” you can’t even finish your sentences. Your brain is scrambling. He wants you to pleasure him and instead of feeling repulsed, you’re absolutely aching for it.
You scoot faster towards his lap and work your hands on his pants, tugging them down until his cock springs free from the confines.
“Oh my god,” you murmur at the sight. He’s thick, long, beading with pre-cum at the bulbous head. “S-so big.”
Namjoon hisses through his teeth, tonguing the sharp points of his fangs as you kneel and marvel from below. The sight of you practically licking your lips as his length comes into view has him straining even more—aching to have your hot mouth warm his cold flesh.
"For over five-hundred years I've tortured myself. I've neglected to indulge in the simple pleasures this body continuously craves, even in immortality." He parts his legs further and rests his head onto the throne behind him, still surveying you under narrowed lids. "A mere touch from a willing participant...and, you do look willing," he notes, smirking as you lean closer toward his lap, "I will simply say, the pleasure I'll feel will far outweigh the pain these chains inflict."
It’s easy to grasp the picture that the frighteningly gorgeous man paints with his ancient words. His cock stands freely and drools with arousal and you know exactly what you need to do. A war rages in your mind. Your mouth is aching to take in the nearly pulsating cock, but you can’t help but feel a twinge of worry.
If you submit now, there’s no chance of your escape. If you refuse, you’re sure the man won’t hesitate to drain you of all your blood in a split second. The choice seems clear... and it’s the one you want deep down, anyways.
Keeping your eyes trained on him, you let your hand gently pump his length a few times before leaning forward and licking the tip gently. It’s teasing and quick, testing the waters. You’re shocked by how cold it is, and instinctually you wrap your lips around the tip to warm the frozen skin. Your tongue swirls around his head and you can’t help but smile as you feel the skin in your mouth warm easily with the heated swipes of your tongue.
“Mmm,” you murmur as you pop off. “Like this?” You’re not sure if teasing an undead vampire during fellatio is wise, but holding onto his cock makes you feel brave as you lick a stripe up his length.
"Y-yess," He groans. "More." His hips buck up to chase your mouth, needy the second you pull back. Animalistic greed fuels his actions—he knows for certain, now more than ever, the chains were a wise choice.
If he had his way, his eyes would black out entirely, consumed by lust while he fucked your throat raw. He'd claw at any part of you to keep his length buried in your wet embrace. He'd release all control to the hellish darkness ingrained within. The chances of hurting you—extremely high, as well as the chances of killing you without a moment's hesitation. But he doesn't want that, not at the start at least. He wants a chance to ease into your tryst. Your scent is unlike any he's breathed before. He has to know for certain that you are the right selection as his eternal mate.
He leans back with the faint sting in his arms and enjoys the committed hallowing of your cheeks and the expert way you glide your tongue to gather his dewy pre-cum as it slips past his mushroom tip.
"You're being such a good servant to your master. On your knees, taking my cock without me having to ask."
You’re quickly losing your ability to resist. The thick length in your mouth with the demanding man's voice rumbling in your ears has your body clenching around nothing and oozing it’s own arousal. Maybe it’s fucked up entirely to be turned on by a man who could kill you instantly, and who demands you be his slave. Maybe it’s fucked up to be attracted to an undead being but your body is unable to distinguish anymore what’s right or wrong. All you can think of now is your desire for the man who’s cock fills your mouth.
Your eyes flutter shut as you set a bobbing pace, slick saliva pooling as you continue to let him fill you. Your mind begins to erase as all you can think about is the thickness in your mouth and pleasing the man.
“Mmmmm,” you whine needily, allowing his cock to slip to the back of your throat as you take him all in. Your moans vibrate around his cock and you can feel your throat begin to constrict from your gag reflexes. Gently, you ease his cock out completely and pump his length with your fist. “Am I doing well?” You ask innocently, allowing spit to dribble from your lips to the head of his shiny, slick cock.
“So well.” Namjoon strains against the white-hot chains with pained and ragged breaths—chest heaving proudly on each inhale. He’s typically a man of many words but finds it difficult to speak at all when he’s so transfixed on your skilled hand working him up and down.
The glint in your eye when he praised you did not go unnoticed. The positive affirmation seems to encourage you to touch him more, which he finds so endearing and...human.
“Keep going, little one. Your lips look so pretty around me. So ruby and lush, like they were made to please for all eternity.”
At the peak of his rapture, with scorched skin and his essence dancing on your tastebuds, he wonders if you could stand to have his girth stretch you—flesh against flesh. He wonders if he could handle having your coursing veins so close to his blood-thirsty mouth. As your delectable moans vibrate down his shaft, a new pool of glistening pre-cum wets your lips.
“Gahhh, such an obedient girl, fuck...stumbled right into my home like a lost lamb, but look at you now.” He licks his lips as dewy sweat beads across his thick, tensed neck. “How does it feel, pleasing me on my throne?” He pauses as the sweet scent of your arousal hits his nostrils—so incredibly tempting, it makes him shake beneath the chains. “Would you like to sit on it, my pretty pet? Hm? I feel how hot you’ve become. You must be aching to feel me just as much.”
The praise makes your heart stutter fast in your chest—pulse chasing through your veins as you continue to work his cock with your hand. You take deep breaths, trying to even your breathing before you return to your post. Your mouth descends his thick length that’s warmed from your ministrations and you nearly moan again as his tip kisses the back of your throat.
You idly believe you’d let the man remain tucked deep inside your mouth all day. Something feels like he’s always meant to be within you. Your pace quickens as you become desperate for his seed. You want nothing more than the taste of the salty, slightly sweet cum coating your throat. Something inside you desires to become well acquainted with the vampire's taste, and everything about him.
Your resolve to leave the frightening man is slipping away as he praises you, and as his cock slides in and out of your sloppy mouth. Your eyes flicker up to his and you nod in agreement, big simpering orbs peering into his that reflect just how badly you’d like to sink your cunt onto his length until he can’t go any further. You pull off his straining length with a slobbery ‘pop’ and lick at the vein that runs underneath.
“Please,” you murmur as you jerk him and press kisses to any open spot on his cock that you can. “Wanna feel you cum inside me.” If you were more cognizant of your actions, you’d be reeling at the request but all you can think about is him, him, him. He’s completely got you spellbound and merciless at his feet and you’d gladly give it all up. “I bet this big cock could split me open...” you murmur as your tongue teases the head. “I’ll feel you in my stomach.”
"S-split you—" Namjoon nearly chokes, "Feel me in your—" He shakes his head and composes himself quickly. "Well...it appears you are a fine match for me then."
You truly are the perfect match—unashamed to ask for exactly what you crave. Who is he to deny what your body so desperately needs for survival? He'll have to keep you alive so he can use you over and over again. Based on your reaction to his proposition, you wouldn't dare oppose the idea.
"Hahh...Ugh, come closer if you want it so desperately." He bucks against his own volition. His body works at a quicker pace than his own mind. The chains keep him down, for if he were up, he truly would split you open. "Stretch that perfect cunt over my cock and tell me how well I fill you."
You’re not eager to let his cock leave your mouth—it feels so good and thick that you want to keep sucking for hours but the thought of letting him stretch you open has you nearly weeping with excitement. Your mouth pulls off him with a pop and you wipe the loose saliva that’s slid down your face with the back of your hand, before you stand in front of him. Your eyes remain locked on yours as you shamelessly pry your shirt and sports bra off your chest and deftly unbutton your dirtied jeans and panties and push them down smooth legs. After a deep inhale, you stand straight and allow the vampire to get a look at your naked body.
“Do you like what you see?” Your brain doesn’t comprehend anything but him, and the way his cock stands at attention and shines with pre-cum and your spit.
You climb into his lap, knees on his thighs as you hover over his straining shaft. You’re aching to remove the chains from his body—out of compassion and out of need to feel his arms wrap around you. Your hand grips his length, giving it a few gentle pumps before you’re lining it up at the entrance of your soaked folds.
“Ohh, f-fuck,” you stutter as you feel his huge cockhead barely slip into your folds. “You’re going to ruin me for any other.” You’re teasing yourself with his tip just barely inserted, whining and keening at the feeling of him prodding into you.
Now as you sit in Namjoon's lap, practically sheathing your cunt over his turgid length, he can hear the blood racing through your veins. Your pert nipples sway in front of his face and distracts his mind for the time being. But the underlying thirst to pierce into a major artery and suck deeply while he fucks into you is so overwhelming he's shaking with need.
"I'll ruin you, alright. Is that what you want, little lamb?" The blackened irises of his eyes now rim with a deep shade of red.
He moves against the chains to give a harsh thrust upward, into your tight heat. Your dripping essence, the hug of your fleshy walls—he goes feral by the feeling and can't contain what he's able to do in his confined state. The fierce vampire bites your pert nipple between his teeth and laps his chilly tongue over the peak. He notes how your body instantly responds to his touch. A rouge blush blooms over your chest and only darkens your buds, piling, nice and sensitive as he continues to nip at your skin anywhere he can reach. He doesn't pierce through, yet, but he tests the waters to see how much pain you're able to tolerate before the girth of his cock takes your mind off it entirely.
The vampire fills you to your brim—even past your breaking point and you can’t help but cry out as he fills you entirely. Your cunt feels stretched to its limit and it burns so hot and good that your mind empties.
“Ahhhh,” you whimper as he thrusts into you and it spurs your once stilled body into action. Your thighs flex as you begin to bounce on his lap and feel his fat length spear into your dripping heat. “Fuck, please,” you whine. “Ruin me.”
His bite on your breast has you keening into him, pressing forward to his nibbles and bites to give him more access. It stings, but the soft lave of his frozen tongue soothes the bruised skin and makes you ache for more.
“Oh, my god,” you gasp as you wrap your hands around his head and hold him tightly as your legs work overtime and ride him with intensity, wanting nothing more than his cock to twitch and spill inside you. “Daddy, harder!”
“Unchain me,” he groans lowly, both from pain and overbearing ecstasy. He says it quietly, not entirely committed to the idea, but tempted so he can fuck into you with reckless abandon. But it’s too dangerous, even when he is growing a fondness for you that he hasn’t felt for a human, well...ever.
Your breasts are now smattered with the markings of a vampire, but you’ve been spared the worst of it. It seems you tempted fate the second you agreed to mount the ancient being, but the second you uttered the word ”Daddy,” you did more than just tempt.
“Say it again.” This request is a hollow demand, void of emotion and entirely fueled by his feral need to be the only object of your affection. His hips roll to the motion of yours as you bounce on his length. “Who fucks your tight little cunt so well you forget your own name? Say it.”
Your body trembles, legs burning from the exertion of riding the monstrous length but it doesn't slow you, nor does it impede you from taking him in fully and as deeply as possible. Your hands claw at the cold metal that burns the skin of your lover, tugging them out of the loose knots you made. You're desperate to get the chains off of him, to feel his arms wrap around you and to know he's no longer being singed by the metallic bondage.
The man is spurred on by your filthy tongue. You throw the restraints off him as your hips move vigorously, working his cock harder than before. Your hands seek out any available area on his body, gripping his shoulders and his neck, cupping his face and aching to taste his lips on yours.
"Daddy," you groan. "Ah, God! You fuck me so good!"
He becomes insatiable, moving his own hips to meet yours, and his cock nearly spears into your womb.
"P-please! I need you! Cum in me, please!" Your hands claw at his skin and you press your face into his chest, nearly sobbing as your bounce on him harder than ever. You hold him close like a lover, like you're desperate to be in his embrace, always. The cresting wave of your orgasm approaches, threatening to spill over at any moment. "Please! G-gonna cum! I'm all yours! Fuck, please!"
"Hold it," Namjoon demands, "Save yourself until I say the word. You're not to cum until I command it." He crashes his lips to yours, laving his chilled tongue over the skin he breaks. He shivers as a smear of your metallic essence coats the space between your lips. "Christ, you'll be the one true death of me."
With one sharp bite to your neck, the vampire breaks the skin and groans as the liquid spreads messily around his lips. His eyes practically roll to the back of his skull as the rich flavor of your blood rests at the back of his tongue. It spurs his cock to fuck into you at an expedient rate, inhuman and feral. He's unable to contain his actions and cares very little for what repercussions they may bring.
"UNCHAIN ME," he bellows, "Free me and I'll make you see stars!" He needs it more than anything now. His high is damn-near unbearable—he just needs that extra push to fall over the edge.
The bite takes your breath away. You can feel your heartbeat shudder and your vision goes blurry as the vampire licks and sucks at the wound. His pace becomes brutal, punishing, and it’s all you can do to match it and cry your pleasure. He feels like heaven and hell wrapped in one, frigid body and you idly hope to feel it within you as often as you can.
His booming voice frightens you, makes your cunt tighten in fear, before you’re clawing at the chains and tearing them off his body with a deafening clatter to the floor.
He uses you like a toy, like a doll for his pleasure and it thrills you. Your orgasm is inching closer and closer, and you’re holding off from it obediently out of terror, out of respect for the dominant man below you.
“Please, pl-please! I need you! Need to c-cum, please daddy!!”
Namjoon abruptly stills in you the second the chains come off. His large hands touch your bare skin for the first time, clutching the small of your waist and roaming over the fang marks across your chest, up to your neck. It’s the first tenderness he’s ever shown a human. It feels right with you. His hand envelops your throat, high, nearly gripping around your jaw. He presses his cold lips to a fresh puncture and laps his tongue along the wound, sealing it up with a swipe of his skilled muscle.
“I’ll make you cum, my little pet. I’ll drink from you, use your essence to fuel both our bodies.” He stands from his throne and carries your body effortlessly, still pressed deep within you. “I’ll stretch your tight cunt over my leaking cock,” he dips his hips, then thrusts his shaft into you powerfully, earning a yelp. “Over and over until you’re gripping me tight, begging me to slow. Then you will be mine forever... Fuck, you’re close.”
His movements pick up—quick yet calculated. His usual method of fucking his partner to death is overridden by his raw need to breed you, fill you with his cum and claim you for eternity.
“Cum,” he permits, “C-cum. Be a good girl for daddy. Crush my cock while I fill you up.”
By unchaining the vampire, you released more than just his bound body—you released him from anything he’s held back. Your body reels from the sudden power he uses to thrust into you. You no longer comprehend the skill set to speak. His mouth attaches to your neck and laves at the broken skin and the burn consumes you. It feels like he’s healing and melding a piece of himself to you, and you want nothing more than to belong to him.
Your body convulses wildly at his demand. Your cunt is live-wired to respond to him and it responds tenfold. Your vision goes black, completely. The screams leaving your throat don’t register in your brain, you can’t hear it over the rushing and pounding of your heart that beats in your ears.
“Oh, fuck!” Is all you’re capable of as you cling to him right, holding him to your breasts as if you’re terrified to leave his embrace.
The vampire latches his lips to yours, almost tenderly as he swells inside you. He knocks your back into a neighboring wall and holds you with both palms firmly flattened on your bare ass.
“Take it,” he cries out his orgasm, filling you up with his cum in stuttered thrusts, “You’re mine now...mine!” He doesn’t stop fucking into you until you’ve taken every drop of his addicting release, cursing and clawing at your legs to hold still.
Your contracting walls grip him so tight that he forgets what it feels like to be apart—and he likes that. His desire to keep you has increased so exponentially that he can’t bear to harm you further, as much as his body craves to do so. He stills within you and presses your back tight against the wall for balance, able to free a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“Here.” He brings his wrist to his blood-stained lips and bites to draw blood of his own. It pools messily on his tongue, intermingling it with the remnants of your blood. “Have a bit, pretty girl. It will make you feel better.”
His mouth matches yours and coats your tongue with the metallic gift. It’s chilly and sweet and dances on your tastebuds like quenching water. Once you swallow it down, you feel instantly renewed—refreshed and lively, like you’ve never felt before.
The sensation of the vampire's blood swirling down your throat, and brain still reeling from the explosive orgasm he wrought out of you has you gasping and moaning for more. It sends you into nearly another dimension, where all your thoughts are consumed with ones of the strong man beneath you, cock still fully sheathed within you.
The gulp of blood feels warm all the way down and it lights up each nerve ending like an electrical circuit. You can still feel him deep, twitching as his warm cum coats your walls. Its a feeling you don't want to forget, and one you want to relive as often as you can.
You pull the vampire close, gasping into his neck as your body trembles. The shaking gradually becomes more pronounced, more than just after-shocks of your orgasmic release. It feels like your very heart is aching to be as close to the undead man as you can be, like you cannot get enough of him.
"W-what's wrong with me?" You ask as your lips press against his neck. It's cold where they touch, and it makes you shiver and push yourself closer to him. "I feel so...desperate for you. I don't want to leave you, ever." You admit. Your body is desperate for the touch of the vampire, desperate to please him in any possible way. Your thoughts are clouded with him and you're trying to push yourself as close to him as you can get. "P-please, don't make me leave. I can't live without you."
"You're bound to me now," he says cooly, knowing very well the effect his blood would have on your mortal being. "We'll never be apart, as long as I desire to keep your company."
The vampire doesn't intend on letting you go any time soon, or ever, if time permits. He'll enjoy having you as his indebted companion, tending to his libido as frequently as he requires it. Now that he's felt the grip of your heat and tasted your rapturing essence on his ice-cold tongue, he's just as addicted.
Namjoon lowers you to the floor, separating your bodies in the process. He doesn't mind that his cum glides down your fleshy thighs and sullies the carpet you stand on. There will be plenty of opportunities to fill you again, over and over, until you're fully reliant on him to simply stand. "I'm keeping you, little one."
The distance the vampire places between you as he stands away from you makes your body quake. It's like a physical wound—the pain of the distance separating you tearing at the muscles around your heart. You can barely register the oozing cum down your legs, only warmed by the thought of him inside you once again, as close as you can get him.
"Please," You beg, brain clouded with a burning fire you've never felt before, one that screams for his closeness. "I don't want to ever leave you." You know something deep down within you is fighting, is demanding that you run away as fast as you can from the terrifying man, but all thoughts become consumed almost instantly with him, as if he's the sole reason for your existence. As he furthers the distance between you, you find yourself pushing forward to touch him again and sate the growing discomfort of being away for so long. "I need you, please," you whisper. "Make me yours, completely."
The blood-stained man brushes your hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper a promise.
“When I choose so...when I deem the timing proper, I will make you mine in all the ways you ache to be.” You’re not aware of the unbreakable seal that his word stamps, but he knows. He’s waited ages to bind himself to a worthy giver, and that’s exactly what you’ll be. A body to fulfill his every need, even the deepest and darkest he’s yet to unveil.
His mind is made up—you’re never leaving his sight, until the day you die or become an immortal. He chuckles hauntingly, as if this clutch of power gives him all the satisfaction he craves and more.
“Be strong. I’m going to keep you like this for a long while. Healthy, warm, and desperate. If my body is what you crave, then you will have it day and night.” Namjoon latches his mouth to yours and seals his oath with a kiss, dominating the action with full lips and fangs that prick your tongue lightly, reminding you of the danger that lurks just beneath the surface. “You’ll never leave this place. I swear it.”
i,k, and y for namjoon for the vampire asks! plz and thks!
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I - Intimacy - how fast would they let you close to them? Would they want to share with you what they are?
I feel like - especially in the early stages of your relationship - Namjoon wouldn’t really think too far in the future. You probably just caught his eye and he likes you, and maybe, just maybe he wants to get closer to you, but what he is and how his life looks like - he wouldn’t want to share these things with just anyone.
But since he doesn’t age, he doesn’t necessarily see it as something he has to, sooner or later, do (since your lives are passing so you should start taking things seriously). He doesn’t really get the fact that you do age and that you spent a lot of time with him by now, but then there he is, not seeming to even think about your future? It just doesn’t click.
I think that only if you confronted him about it, telling him that you feel hurt, he’d actually decide to share everything with you. Because he doesn’t want to lose you because of something this silly.
K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?
It wouldn’t be easy, but it wouldn’t be too hard either. Namjoon is careful and he knows that he can’t share his whereabouts with just anyone, but at the same time, he has no reason to distrust you. If for any reason you’re standing against him (as a vampire hunter for example) then he won’t hide anything from you anyway, so why try to at this point, right?
So if you ever let him know that you know there’s something weird about him, he won’t think into it much. But he doesn’t want to scare you, so he’ll take his time thinking about a safe way of explaining everything to you.
Y - Yandere - would they become dangerous to you (their lover)?
He could. It doesn’t mean he will, but there is a possibility of Namjoon developing more possessive and jealous behavior, and since he’s a vampire with more strength and other abilities, he may not even realize how much of power he holds until he actually hurts you, and he won’t even think if he can expose himself to you or not before it actually happens.
He may not really consider it a serious matter, so please, if you see him having tendencies like such, talk to him ASAP.
☼ Pairing: BTS x reader (this chapter is Namjoon x reader)
☼ Genre: vampire!BTS, succubus!reader, smut, bit of angst
☼ Count: 3.5K
☼ Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, marking, minorish blood play (it’s a vampire fic so like, there’s some feeding), dom!Joon, bratty!reader, degradation, choking, spanking, exhibitionism, hair pulling, hate fucking, rough sex, maybe a bit of slut shaming
☼ Summary: You’ve spent years jumping from country to country, starting countless new lives. Crafting new lives is as easy as breathing for you, lies flowing easily and people are charmed with a simple bat of your eyes. When you meet a witch who offers the idea of opening a supernatural club, using your powers combined with hers to ensure safety to those who enter, you decide to join her in an adventure that is entirely new to you. But your new life in Seoul is drastically changed when you’re forced to face something you’ve spent centuries hiding from. But just because you might be running for your life again doesn’t mean you can’t have some fun along the way, right?
☼ a/n: I’m reuploading cause the site is giving me problems so hopefully it works this time 😣😣 Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙
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You drum your fingers on the railing, looking out over the club. Lips pursed as you watch the writhing masses below, you think back to Ari’s text from a few days ago. You wonder who would’ve stopped by, and you would’ve asked Ari when you came in tonight but she had left long before you got here. If it had been someone important she would’ve made sure to leave a note in your shared office but there was nothing. You chalk it up to one of your regular feeders wanting to hook up, which seems most likely since Ari didn’t deem to leave any other information.
She tended to roll her eyes when your regulars came by. She thought you should try for relationships, she had even tried to set you up with one of her coven sisters. You’d humored her and went on the date (and slept with her afterwards) but didn’t pursue a relationship with her beyond occasional casual sex. Ari didn’t understand, despite how much you’d tried to explain that you didn’t really need emotional intimacy. And you maybe left out the fact that it terrifies you just a little bit, becoming close enough to Ari to consider her a friend was a new venture already after spending centuries essentially alone as you traveled. She’d given up on trying to set you up and instead just shares her own dating adventures because she knows you’ll never sugarcoat if her partner isn’t good. And you’re fairly certain she shares in the hopes that she can sway you by showing you what you’re missing out on.
Your phone vibrating pulls you out of your reverie and you tug it out of your pocket, leaning your arms against the railing as you unlock it to read through the sudden onslaught of messages. You bit your lip on a grin as you see you’re suddenly in a groupchat with Jin and Jungkook and both are currently spamming about practice and how tired they are. Jin whines about how Namjoon has been on the group harder lately and that starts Jungkook worrying that Namjoon knows about you three.
When Jungkook continues to fret despite Jin’s promises that Namjoon doesn’t know, you finally chime in.
You: Jungkook, if you stop worrying I’ll send you something special ;)
The chat goes silent for a good few minutes and you take the opportunity to plop down onto the couch, taking a sip of the drink you had abandoned on the table.
Kookie: What do I get???
Jin: Why does he get something?!
You grin. You’d expected exactly those responses from the two. You leave the messages sit for a little while longer before you respond.
You: Have you done something that deserves something special, Jinnie?
Jin: Jungkook’s only been whining!
Jin: Why does that deserve something special!
Jin: If anything, I should get something special because I’m trying to calm him down.
You let Jin continue to rant for a few more minutes before sending a picture you’d taken the other night of you wearing only Jin’s shirt, unbuttoned and covering you just enough to be enticing and teasing.
Kookie: Noonaaaaaaaaaaa
Kookie: We can’t come over tonight :(
Jin: This seems more like punishment than something special
You: You boys should be resting if you’re working so much. Good night~
You tuck your phone back into your pocket, ignoring the few final vibrations from the pair. You sink further into the cushions, sipping at your drink and idly watching the masses enjoy your club.
When closing finally rolls around and all your employees have been seen safely out the door, you head to your office to finish up your final few tasks. You sit at your computer, letting the numbers run, looking over the security camera feeds in your boredom. You’re about to turn away when something on the camera to the backlot catches your attention. You squint, scrutinizing the shadows, trying to figure out what about the image seemed off.
Your computer dings that it’s done and you deem that it must’ve just been an animal scurrying by the camera that you saw. Focusing back on the computer, you finish up your last few tasks and with a sigh, you shut your computer off. You gather your things and give one last sweep of the office before flicking the light off and heading down the short hall to the back door. You slip out, turning to face the door to lock it.
As you pull your key out of the door, you feel a presence approach from behind you. This must’ve been what you thought was an animal on the camera. You take a deep breath, preparing to charm whatever unfortunate person has thought you’d make an easy target. If you were being honest, you were kind of excited to deal with whoever thought they could prey on a woman. Their scent, however, makes you freeze. And a second later a smirk pulls at your lips.
“Hello, Namjoon.”
You hear a faint growl and then your pushed flush against the door with a hand against your back. Your hands come up to give a testing push to see if he’ll let you go or move at all and your met with complete resistance. He leans in, hand still firmly planted and you feel his breath against your ear.
“I want you to leave.” He hisses.
You grin. “Aw, but Joonie, I was trying to, but you stopped me.”
His other hand grabs hold of your hair and tugs your head back and you bite back on the moan that threatens to come out. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
You pout, taking advantage of the new position he’s put you in to look at him. His hair is an ashy blond now, styled meticulously and parted off his forehead. His eyes are dark, jaw clenched tightly and when your eyes meet, he’s quick to dart his gaze away in favor of glaring at the door. You hum and lean a little into the hand he still has fisted in your hair.
“But you use to love it so much when I called you that.” You tease, blinking up at him innocently.
His gaze shifts back to you and hardens. “Yeah and you lost all fucking rights to do that a long time ago.” He shoves your head forward and you’re suddenly blinking at how close your face is to the door, nose nearly touching the metal. “I want you to leave Seoul. Leave Korea. You have no place here. You will only bring trouble like you always do and I will not let my boys get caught in the crossfire of your shit.”
You snort. “One, they’re also adults and supernatural ones at that. It’s not your business to deal with them once they’ve learned to control themselves. You can’t just shelter them like this forever. That’ll only end poorly. Two,” You twist around to face him, the hand on your back falling as you do but his hold on your hair remains firm. “You don’t get to dictate where I fucking live. I’ll live where I choose and when I choose too. If you have such a problem with that then you can go ahead and fucking leave yourself.”
He looks startled by your sudden turn, then seems to register your words and his face grows pinched. “It is my business if you’re going to get them killed. You present an issue to their safety and if you think I’m just going to stand by while their safety is at risk because you’ve decided that this is the newest place for you to whore around, then it is definitely my fucking business.”
You stare at each other for a long moment. You wonder why he has such a sudden attachment to the others, especially since two of them have already shown that they don’t believe him and don’t particularly trust his judgement, at least where you’re concerned. You also wonder if this is the first time he’s allowed himself to get attached again and if that happens to be the reason why he’s so fierce to protect them from you. You think that he must’ve spent a few very lonely centuries and your chest tightens with guilt.
You swallow past the feeling, letting a smirk stretch your lips again as you step closer to him, chest pressing to his. “You never use to have a problem with me, as you so kindly put it, ‘whoring around’,” You purse your lips, looking away for a moment in faux thought. “Not that I can particularly ever remember whoring around when I was near you.”
“It’s all you care about. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.” He snarls, moving forward until you’re pressed between him and the door.
You lick your lips and notice how his gaze flicks to the movement of your tongue. You bite your lip, hands pressing to his stomach and slowly running up to his chest. You feel him tense beneath your fingers but he makes no move to shake your grip off. You play with the edge of his jacket, looking over his choice of clothes for a moment.
“All black, hm? Kinda playing up the creepy, lurking vampire, aren’t ya?” You tease, meeting his eyes again.
Something flickers across his face but before you can decipher what, his expression has already hardened. Before he can respond though, you tighten your hold on his jacket and yank him down for a hard kiss. He freezes instantly and you leave your lips pressed together for a moment before you let out a chuckle, pulling back just enough to speak.
“I know you can kiss better than that, Joonie.”
You feel him twitch, likes he’s fighting with himself over what to do and you surmise that he most likely is debating what to do. You think about pushing out just enough lust to distract him so you can leave, but you’re too tempted to stay and see what he’s going to do on his own. You can see his jaw clench again and then he’s kissing you with such force that if it weren’t for the hand still on the back of your head, you’d end up with a wicked bruise there in the morning.
Namjoon kisses you like a man starving, you feel wholly consumed by the rage that vibrates through him as he ravishes your mouth. His tongue pries your mouth open and you feel you can’t do much more than try to keep up as he devours you. His teeth tug at your bottom lip as he finally pulls back, leaving you breathless and a little dazed.
His eyes are dark, full of the promise of danger and, to your utter delight, lust. “I fucking hate you.” He grits out.
You give him a coy smile, pressing your hips forward and eliciting a hiss from him as you press against his growing erection. “I don’t detect any hate here.”
His jaw works and he stops your hips by pinning them to the door with his own, his cock pressing against your clit through the layers of fabric you both wear. You let out a moan and Namjoon’s remaining restraint seems to finally snap. His hand tightens once again in your hair, this time though is so he can tug your head to the side as he lavishes attention across the newly exposed stretch of your neck, nipping harsh marks as he goes that he only briefly soothes with sweeps of his tongue. His free hand slips under your shirt to pinch your nipple.
“Nothing to say now, slut?” He growls, pushing your shirt and bra up to have better access to your breasts.
His free hand gropes at your breasts as he continues to leave marks along your neck. You squirm, slipping your hands into Namjoon’s hair to try to direct his mouth lower, but he is unmoved by your attempts. He bites harshly at your neck and you feel blood well to the surface. He pulls back to level you with a look, blood smear across his lips.
“Do you really think you’re in charge here? You’ll get whatever I feel like giving you.” His voice is low and threatening and you feel yourself clench at the words.
He watches you almost passively, waiting to see if you have anything else to say. You swallow and chew your lip. You’re sorely tempted to continue to egg him on, but you know if you push him too much that this won’t end in a fun way. He smirks at your silence and undoes the button on your pants then slowly tugs the zipper down as well.
“So you do know how to shut your mouth.” He muses, seemingly mostly to himself.
You have a retort on the tip of your tongue but any words you were about to say escapes you as his fingers start probing along your slit. He gathers some of your wetness then tugs his hand free from your pants. He holds his fingers up between the two of you, observing them curiously.
“You’re so wet already.” He gaze meets yours. “Always such a slut, huh? Always just ready to give it up to whoever?” He turns you around and you gasp when your bare front is pressed against the cold, unforgiving metal of the door. His breath hits your ear as he speaks again and a shudder rolls through you. “Even ready for someone who hates you to fuck you.” He pauses, pressing his erection against your ass. “You disgust me.”
You smirk, turning your head slightly so he can see the amusement on your face, knowing exactly what needs to be done to egg him on. “If I’m disgusting, what’s it say about you that you’re going to fuck me, hm?”
He turns your head forward forcefully and the silence of the alley is disturbed by the resounding smack he lays on your ass. You moan, letting your head fall back as you push your ass out. He snorts derisively at your reaction to the spank.
“God, of course a whore like you would like that.”
You giggle. “Aw, Joonie, I’m hurt. Are you saying you didn’t remember that I liked being spanked?”
The slap this time falls on the other cheek, much harder than the first one. You let out a pleased hum and you can practically feel Namjoon’s irritation rising again. He pauses then, his hold on your hair keeping you from looking behind you to see what he might be thinking about. Then his hand is sliding back into your pants, his fingers quickly finding your clit. You gasp, surprised and a little unsure of what to do, you hadn’t anticipated this. He rubs circles around your clit a few times before his fingers move lower and he slides two inside, hooking them immediately to find your g-spot.
His fingers quickly pick up speed rubbing against your g-spot. His thumb once again finding your clit and his lips find an unmarked space on your neck to mark up. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it slut?” You hum an affirmative. “You wanna come, slut?”
You nod and Namjoon chuckles darkly against your neck. The sound should worry you and somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should be on your toes, but Namjoon’s fingers are quickly pushing you towards orgasm. You tense, feeling your peak closing in and just as it’s about to crest, you’re suddenly left with nothing at all. You whine as Namjoon removes both hands from you and takes a step back.
You glare at him over your shoulder. “What the fuck?” You spit out.
Namjoon gives you a smug grin. “Sucks not getting what we want doesn’t it, slut?”
You pout, wiggling your ass at him a little. “Joonie,” you coo.
He presses a hand between your shoulder blades. “God, I wish you would just shut the fuck up.”
“Fuck me and find out if I will.” You taunt.
He surprises you with two more sharp smacks to your ass, one on each cheek, and the pleasant burning sting blooms across your cheeks. Then he quickly tugs your pants, along with your panties, down your thighs. He delivers two more harsh smacks, harder than the others and you feel your ass burning, just barely pushing into being too painful. You hear him undo his buckle and then the rustle of fabric. Then he’s pressing his bare cock against your ass. You moan and Namjoon spanks you again.
“Shut up. I don’t want to fucking hear you.” He grunts and you chew your lip to muffle any noises.
He lazily grinds his cock against your ass and you fight the urge to squirm or say something. After what feels like hours of his teasing, he finally positions himself at your dripping entrance and fully sheaths himself in one swift thrust. You gasp as Namjoon quickly starts a punishing pace, accompanied by smacks to your ass every time you get too noisy for his liking.
“Joonie…”
You half expect to get slapped again for going so far as to moan his name. What you don’t expect is for him to reach around and wrap a hand around your throat. You gasp and his fingers tighten.
“I swear, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to rip your panties off and stuff them down your throat.”
Your mouth hangs open and you feel dizzy at the sudden lack of blood flow. Namjoon continues to thrust and when he deems you’ve had the time to consider his threat, his fingers loosen, though they remain in place as a reminder. Namjoon shifts and his cock now rubs perfectly against your g-spot with every thrust. You can feel the moan threatening to spill from your lips and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth to smother it.
Namjoon presses a smirk to your neck. “What a good, slut.” He coos, voice tinged with a hint of mocking. “I suppose you deserve a reward for finally behaving.”
You shudder and nod frantically. Namjoon’s hand tightens a little around your throat again as his other one slide down to rub at your clit and you’re suddenly really glad that Namjoon’s hand on your throat is restricting your sound as much as your blood flow because the stimulation has you ready to sob.
His hand loosens again and his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Come, you slut. Come all over my cock like the cock hungry little whore we both know you are.” Your whine is cut off by his hand tightening again and tears prick at your eyes. “Come for me, Y/n.”
You orgasm rushes through you at the use of your name and Namjoon releases your throat to tilt your head to the side and sink his fangs into your neck. You sob as he feeds, his saliva doubling the sensations coursing through you as his fingers keep working. Your hands feebly push against the hand working your clit, trying to get him to stop when you become too sensitive. He ignores all of your attempts and tears drip down your cheeks as a second orgasm pulses through you.
You gasp in relief when his mouth and hand finally release you but it’s short lived because he grabs hold of your hips and starts pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm now. You moan as he uses you and every time his hips meet your sensitive ass, it sends a delightful mix of pleasure and pain coursing through you. And a few more hard thrusts later his hips stutter and you feel him emptying himself inside you. He groans, forehead resting between your shoulder blades while he takes a moment to catch his breath.
Finally he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants, you feel his come start dripping from your abused hole. Namjoon roughly tugs your pants back up over your bruising ass and you hiss as the rough material is dragged across your skin. He spins you around to face him and tugs your shirt back down then grips your jaw roughly.
He levels you with such a look of indifference and disdain that it makes your heart hurt a little. “Stay the fuck away from my boys. I don’t want to fucking see you again.”
And with that he turns and disappears back into the night. You stare after him for a moment in a daze. You stay leaning against the door, trying to wrap your head around the conflicting emotions coursing through you. A part of you wishes things were different with Namjoon, things never should have gotten this bad between the two of you. Your phone buzzes then and you snap yourself out of your thoughts before they venture somewhere you blocked off long ago. You tug it out to read the message that lights up the your screen and your stomach twists with something like guilt.
Kookie: Noona! Namjoon hyung went to the studio for the night. Can me and Jin hyung come over??
“The guidance of the Damned is my burden to bear, not yours. You would do well, however, to ask yourself whether your unlife is one of benefit to the Children of Caine, or a detriment. I have already made my judgment.“
Very few people know much about this vampire other than not to piss him off.
He is not in the habit of showing mercy to his friends much less his enemies. Kim Namjoon is cold, calculating and intent on outliving god himself. He will do anything to feed his hunger for power but that is nothing unusual for a vampire. Especially one as old as he seems to be.
The truth is that he had to fight his way up his entire existence. The now Ventrue Prince started as nothing more than a slave, sold off at a young age by his father as a way of paying off a debt.
By age 12 he had the habit of seducing his costumers into bringing him gifts that he sold in order to buy his freedom from the brothel he had grown up in.
By 15 he joined a pirate crew beside being a skilled pickpocket. He lied and manipulated his way into becoming a captain after the previous leader's 'unfortunate' demise at 21. He went on to terrorize every town they came across, pillage every ship. No matter what he achieved he always wanted more.
By 23 he had an armada at his fingers. He also extended his services to rich nobles who didn't wish to be robbed and killed. His men became bodyguards. The Monsters began to expand inwards to other towns taking whatever they wanted and burning the rest. Women were raped, men were killed and the children were trained to become part of the Monsters.
By 25 he received word of a man who wished to transport valuables safely across his domain and the negotiations began. One of the demands were that the items had to be transported by Namjoon himself along with 27 of his men. That he would receive half up front and the other half upon delivery. That no one open the coffins that were used to transport the goods. The man refused to tell him what he would be transporting. And should any of the rules be broken the second half of the payment would be forfeit.
The Monster resisted 20 days before his greed got the better of him. Surely the valuables were worth more than the amount offered to him otherwise the man would have told him what was in the coffins. When the ship finally reached the port on a clear night, there were only 5 of his men left. Namjoon and the five had fed off of the other pirates. He had also drained all but one of the vampires.
The Vampire had offered to teach them about the Kindred. The others weren't so lucky, Namjoon had no intention of being outnumbered and overpowered in his own ship. The five, his most loyal stayed by his side till this day, even after they settled in different regions in order to better manage his domain.
Namjoon continues to drain vampires and absorb their strength till this day, always making sure there isn't any evidence linking him to the atrocities. Diablerie, as it is called among the kindred is taboo and almost always punishable by the final death.
It was under his sire that he learned how to read and write, he learned etiquette and philosophy and anything a self-respecting vampire should know to not bring shame upon himself and his sire.
It is fitting that a Korean (Not that they called themselves that back then) should rule the capital of South Korea and rule he shall. It is only a matter of time before he makes a move to take over North Korea as well. He learned to be patient, to bid his time and use the resources around him to ensure the scales tip in his favor.
General Background:
Name: Kim Namjoon
Clan: Ventrue
Naturally, Ventrue gravitate to the upper crust of kine society, where their sophistication serves them in good stead. Although Ventrue move in the same social circles as the Toreador, they do not fritter away their existences in frivolity and idle chatter. The Ventrue proudly wear the privileges of leadership, and stoically bear its burdens. Thus has it always been; thus shall it always be.
Haven: Only the best will do. Ventrue commonly make their havens in mansions or valuable estates. Ventrue vampires often come from wealthy families, and their havens may even be ancestral homes. An old Ventme tradition holds that any member of the clan may take sanctuary with any other member of the clan, and cannot be refused. This tradition is rarely invoked, for the vampire seeking refuge subsequently owes a great debt to the vampire who provided succor. Nonetheless, the custom has saved the unlife of more than one Blue Blood.
Character Creation: Social and Mental Attributes are equally important, and illustrious members of the clan cultivate both aspects. Skills and Knowledges share similar importance, as the clan places great emphasis on being well-rounded and capable. Ventrue Kindred greatly prize Backgrounds, and high levels of Fame, Influence, Mentor, Resources, Retainers and Status go far toward establishing a Blue Blood's precedence.
Weaknesses: Ventrue taste is rarefied to the point of exclusivity, and each Blue Blood may partake of only a certain type of mortal blood. This type is chosen at character creation. For example, a particular Ventrue might feed exclusively from virgins, blond men, naked children or clergy. The character will feed on no other type of blood, even if starving or under duress. Ventrue may feed on vampire blood normally.
Other vampires often cast aspersions on the Ventme, vilifying them as sanctimonious, pompous or even tyrannical - and yet it is the Blue Bloods to whom those other vampires turn when something goes wrong. Ventrue cultivate, influence and - when they can - control the kine's media, police, politics, health and medicine, organized crime, industry, finance, transportation and even the Church. When another vampire requires aid, the Ventme can, often provide it - for a price.
