Yang Yoseob. One of the most deadliest vampires in history. You, hardworker and naive.
He had to have you no matter what. Even when he felt like the prey instead of the hunter.
Yoseob x Reader
Vampire!AU/Smut/Angst 🔞
Midnight Rose Masterpost
Masterlist
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Yoseob was a tidy and an organised vampire. He was neat and considered a perfectionist. He was cold and meticulous. His nature was considered as a heartless one. Not that vampires had any heart that was alive to begin with, but Yoseob, was exceptionally cold. He didn’t dislike the idea of separating for a while. He was not a social vampire, and getting rid of Gikwang and Gikwang’s antics for a while didn’t sound all bad.
His new place was a peculiar one however. It suited his personality. A whole floor in a skyscraper. I was an office building in the most wanted area in Seoul. He was surrounded by other skyscrapers. All glossy glass walled offices. He could watch in silence all the workers running right and left from where he stood. Especially the building adjacent from his. This particular secretary that came in every morning before anyone else, and left after everyone has already left. Yoseob took a liking to how neat she was, how obedient she looked taking her orders from her boss. Her asshole boss that seemed to be quite the touchy man.
Like a routine. Yoseob enjoyed his new every morning hobby. He’d sit on the office chair that he positioned right in front of his favorite girl. Watching you all day from 6:30 AM till late at night when you left.
Yang Yoseob, one of the most deadliest vampires in history was watching your every move. Catching Yoseob’s eye was either the most unfortunate reality for anyone, or the best thing that could happen to a human being. The trick was in how much of eye catching you’d be, and for how long? He didn’t know that yet, all he knew was that for now, you were the only thing he looked forward to in the mornings when he was supposed to be sleeping.
Everyday… same scenario, he’d pour some of his most delicious blood in a tall wine glass mirroring the actions of any expert in wine would do, a behavior he liked to keep from his human days, making him look like the sophisticated vampire he was. He’d move the glass around, smell and take small little sips enjoying his view. Like a cold-hearted stalker. Like a sniper studying his target. Like a hawk carefully watching the next move before aiming for the kill. Like a vampire who took a liking to you who were fixing your bun atop of your head when your boss left the office. He just needed to get closer to see if you were as appetising as you seemed.
Yoseob was advised to never leave the premises without wearing at leat dress pants and a dress shirt. Never to repeat his tie colour, and never have his sleeves rolled up. All this was no problem to Yoseob. He fitted there better than anyone would. After all he was a son of a diplomat sent to Romania where his human days would be over. An attractive vampire found him in the woods while he was hunting for ducks. She had an exquisite taste herself. It didn’t take much convincing from her side even though Yoseob knew she was dangerous. He followed her fearless after she appeared raising from a lake, the fog making it impossible for him to see anything but her crimson eyes and her beautiful silhouette walking towards him. She guided him to her castle and even kept him as a human for a few days. It was endaring to her being manhandled by such a pretty boy who’s actions didn’t correspond to his looks. Enamoured by his cute subtle features and the harshness of his fingers when they made contact over her cold backside. He excited her. She turned him for her own benefit and joy, and he betrayed her claiming she wasn’t his destined one. Yang Yoseob was one of the very few vampires who dared and killed their creator. In cold blood looking at her in the eye while doing it. He stabbed her heart that beated for him. Her last words were “I still love you.” He smirked nodding closing her eyes himself.
Those days were long gone. He learned to be a better vampire when he crossed paths with Yong Junhyung. They learned from each other. Yoseob learned how to care for someone, and Junhyung learned how to protect himself. Junhyung had what Yoseob needed - being a gentler soul - and Yoseob had what Junhyung needed - stand for himself - Together they formed a good team. Trust and love made what their coven was today. Yoseob learned to be a less sanguine from Junhyung and he learned to be a proper vampire from Dujun; the oldest most experienced in how to deal with being what they were. He knew better than any other vampire how to live their damned lives. They were once only considered beasts, but now their Highlight coven was in good hands leaded by Dujun.
Dujun who sent Yoseob where he was now…
Waiting for you to go down once and for all. You’ve kept him waiting long enough. He needed to see you closely, smell the kind you were. Sweet, smooth or tangy? Yoseob needed to know.
It was past midnight, wondering how you could function with so little sleep. Wondering why he was thinking about the comfort of an insignificant human. It bothered him. He just wanted to suck you, maybe if you were as attractive as you seemed from far, fuck you and get over this stupid obsession he had put himself in. It must be because he hasn’t showed himself yet. Once he did, it would be game over for you and he won’t be preoccupied thinking about that girl in the other building. Soon you’ll be the girl that wants to offer herself as a maid.
He was leaning on a street light, a hand inside his tight dress pants, while the other played with his tie that he kept fixing over and over… and finally… your heels were heard. Loudly so, way too loudly to be regular women’s heels clicking sound. He could hear his own heartbeats along with them. He stood up clearing his throat putting his other hand inside his pocket walking towards his car - a commodity he didn’t need at all, but convinced Dujun it’s best to fit in - Yoseob meticulously had it parked it in front of yours. He was giving a show. Of course you’d talk to him when you saw him fixing his hair and his tie while looking at his reflexion on the windshield. Any moment now, He knew when he looked at you, you’d be mesmerised, but to his surprise, he only heard the loud thud of closing the door of your car behind you making him jump up lightly.
He fisted his hand wanting to punch his car, however he decided against it. After all his beautiful hands and fingers should be intact when he finally gets to use them on you… in so many ways.
He drove away extremely frustrated heading to the club to feed. His favorite redhead would make him forget about anything and anyone, he was sure.
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And she did. Yoseob’s redhead maid was the most popular in their old mansion. Admittedly, he couldn’t live his vampire days without her. The thought of her, ageing. made him quite upset as to how would he be able to replace her if replaceable. She worked out and she could take his peculiar ways. He liked to call ‘fighting’ with her, where she wouldn’t just be receiving what he gave her. She also tasted interesting. She was healthy all and all, strong woman, the owner of delectable blood. One of a kind for sure.
“Choke me harder Master Yoseob. You seem out of it today.”
“You see precious Carrot.” He pressed on the sides of her long slender neck. “There’s this kitty that I want to try, and she’s quite difficult to reach.”
“Difficult? For Yang Yoseob? Is she tall?” The maid joked causing Yoseob to stop choking her removing himself altogether. She straightened herself gulping, genuinely afraid of him. She should’ve had known better. “I didn’t mean…” She touched his exposed shoulder. “It was just a stupid question, because I’ve never heard you say ‘difficult’”
Yoseob stood jumping on his pants taking his shirt putting it back on. “Gikwang wants you. Go to him on Friday. I don’t think I need you anymore.” He spoke uninterested while the girl fidgeted in bed. His statement surprising even himself. Thinking way too confidently about how your blood and body could replace his favorite redhead. Thinking he could get you in a matter of two days, and what you had to offer better than the perfect woman craving for him in his bed.
“Yos-”
“Don’t speak.” He threatened with his finger placing it over her soft lips. “I no longer find you appetising or attractive.” He caressed her long red curls. “Don’t show me yourself again.” This time he patted her cheek a bit harsher than what he was used to with her.
He moved to leave but he was stopped by the girl who jumped out of bed kneeling in front of him. “Master Yoseob. Please. I apologise. I cannot live without you. I love you.”
“Have you no dignity? You cannot love. You just want to be called ‘property of the strongest vampire’ that’s all, Carrot.” He dug his pretty fingers on her scalp pulling her hair professionally to have her moan looking at him. “You truly are hard to resist. Despite that, if I would have met you a few years back, you’d be dead meat by now. I guess I’ve softened.”
“Don’t leave me.” She gathered some courage touching his sturdy legs.
“You are cute.” He traced his fingers over her face. “I have to admit that.” He continued tracing her lips with his thumb. “But we should cut your tongue.” He inserted his thumb inside her mouth that she immediately welcomed sucking on it. “Look at you pitiful for some attention. Do you want my attention Carrot?” She nodded widening her eyes. “Do you deserve my attention?” She shook her head tracing her hands behind Yoseob’s legs. “Suck properly with that pathetic mouth of yours.”
She did as he instructed, he then replaced his thumb with his index and pointer fingers. He sat back down on the bed to allow her press her skillful hands over his muscly thighs. Yoseob watched her suck while his other hand caressed her face. Trying to enjoy it like he always did. But there you remained in his thoughts. He just wanted to see you face to face and move on. He already had the perfect life and the perfect maid that would do anything he told her to do to please him.
“Get me a wine glass.” He motioned with his head. When he removed his fingers from her mouth she was about to stand. “No! Go get it while you are on your four. I want to watch you being my pet today.”
“Yes master Yoseob.”
She went like he instructed watching her curves in the specific lingerie set he got her last time. A treat for both. She came back with the glass kneeling awaiting for her next order.
“Show me your hand.” She offered her hand that he took biting on her wrist merciless causing her to scream. She covered her hand scrunching her eyes trying to endure the pain. “Fill the glass for me.”
And so she did. She was in pain. Usually this wasn’t the way to fill Yoseob’s wine glasses. Junhyung was in charge to withdraw blood every once in a while properly and pain free. Like how you’d do it in a hospital for blood donation purposes.
“What’s wrong Carrot? Does it hurt?” He caressed her curls pulling a strand towards him forcing her to look up at him.
“No.”
“I don’t like lies.” He smiled.
“Yes. Yes it hurts.” She squeaked while her blood filled the glass.
“At least I didn’t cut your tongue. Am I not the best Master?”
“You are, Master Yoseob.”
“I guess that’s enough. Now feed me.” He spread his legs letting her nestle between them.
“I’ll ruin your clothes. Perhaps you can seal my wound.” She whispered.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Have I ever done that for you? Any of you for that matter? Who do you think you are pretty Carrot?”
She wrapped her wrist with her robe coming to feed him.
“Forget it! You are just like everyone else.” He pulled the glass out of her hand standing walking around the booth before bringing it to his lips. “Not bad. You are my expensive well taken care of favorite Carrot after all.” He drank it all in one go. “I guess it’s enough for one day.” He took his dress jacket aiming to leave. “Oh, before I forget.” He turned around. “Gikwang. You please Gikwang because the poor guy is quite horny and hungry these days.”
“What about you? What will you do?”
“None of your concern. Perhaps I find someone better in the meantime.” He winked tuning the doorknob leaving her bleeding in her wrist and her heart.
***
The following day same routine. You were already at your boss’ office placing all the files he needed to sign at his desk. He was wondering how could you be wearing high heels for so many hours. Your hair tied in a bun for so long. You pencil skirt always in place. Never a complaint. Never called in sick. Never said no to anything this asshole that had his hand way too low over you back.
Yoseob cursed under his breath. He wasn’t the jealous type. Especially when he hasn’t even seen you face to face yet. He just wasn’t the type to waste his time in stupid emotions of not sharing.
“You are all the same fucking bitches. All you want is attention and being handled by a man. Just disgusting.” His mouth not corresponding to what he was feeling. But what was he feeling? Envy? It must be envy. He just wanted a little bit of what that man was doing. “Yeah acting hard to get? Give it to him kitty.” He kept talking. Deep down inside wishing you’d get out of that office. “Weak! That asshole of a man is just weak! I bet you wouldn’t resist me if I asked you to do anything for me.” He wished. Yang Yoseob was now delusionally wishing. “Tonight kitty. I’ll be nice to you and give you a good time.”
***
You could hear your heels clicking in the hard concrete flooring loudly, making your heart follow with heavy pangings at your ribcage. The way you held your bag at your chest ignoring how dark it was. Ignoring the chilliness of the night. Walking while enduring the sound of your heels and your heart. It was the worst sound to your ears this late at night. You hated it. You hated it all. How late you were again going home. The way you were taken advantage of. The way you knew there was no escape for you even if you wanted.
“You shouldn’t walk all alone this late at night.” You heard a melodic voice in front of you. Sinister but somehow melodic in a weird twisted way.
You lifted your gaze from the floor finding a quite handsome and you could even call him cute man smirking. He didn’t seem like a thug judging by his fine clothing. The way his hair was perfectly brushed to the side and maybe in a shallow note; he was too handsome to be a thug.
You ignored him and kept walking faster towards your car.
“I could keep you company.” He appeared in front of you way too fast in order for your brain to process. So much so, that you actually had a moment of completely stopping in your tracks to admire him.
Oh he was not only handsome. This must be an optical illusion, you thought.
You shook your head and ran this time. This was wrong, it was all wrong and stress from work was taking advantage of you.
“Nobody ignores me baby girl.” You were now suddenly pressed to the wall of the small alley that had a dead end. His hand at your neck smiling beautifully contrasting the harsh unasked for action. “No one. Not even you with delicious smelling blood.”
You flinched at the mention of your blood. Was he going to kill you? Was this your end at the hands of this beautiful man?
“So I asked you a question, either you accept, or decline.” He took a step backwards placing his hands inside his dress pants pockets looking at his shoes for a moment before returning his attention to you followed by a smirk. Involuntarily you found yourself taking a step forward unfearing. “Sometimes acceptance comes in a form of silence.” He wiped the corner of his mouth suggestively. “And so from now you listen to what I say kitty.”
You nodded fixing your glasses higher up your nose bridge.
“Tsk.” He motioned with his head. “Even though we established that you had agreed for me to ‘keep you company’ I’d still like to hear it.”
“Y-yes? You can keep me com-com-comp-”
“Company, kitty.” He helped you finishing the sentence for you.
You took another confident step forward appreciating his features more under the street light. He wore a sideways smile that you couldn’t put your finger on whether if it was cute, innocent and just beautiful, or whether it was sinister, cold and intimidating but extremely sexy nonetheless. He walked backwards playing with his lips raising an eyebrow. Like hypnosis you followed him. It must be sorcery, otherwise you couldn’t comprehend how your legs were guiding you behind this total stranger.
Suddenly he gave you his back walking away placing his hands inside his pockets, the action seemed strange after you had agreed to keep you company. In reality Yoseob didn’t want you to see him taking in your intoxicating smell that filled his senses. It was strange for him, but he wanted to enjoy it alone without giving away how much he liked what he saw and smelled.
You followed him watching his perfect styled caramel brown hair. His shoulders and how sturdy they looked. He must work out you thought to yourself. His waist and how well the pants sat on him, finally arriving at his backside. Full and roundy yet the image of his butt cheeks being able to crack walnuts, jumped in your mind. His thighs, full; he could choke you with those if you ever denied him anything. He was perfect in every sense.
He finally stopped at his car that was parked right next to yours in the empty street. You could had sworn you’ve seen this car before. Maybe this handsome man took a liking to you long time ago, and you haven’t even noticed.
“Drive safely.” He licked his lips before opening the door to his car.
“Thank you for the com- Oh! Wait!” You stopped him.
“Yes kitty.” He cleaned the corner of his mouth with his thumb and index finger.
“My types! Are flat! All four! How?”
Yoseob smirked. He loved his evil mind. Perfect idea to flatten your tyres and be forced to ride with him.
“That happens when you don’t park inside your building’s parking lot.”
“I hate to park there. It takes ages to get out, and I just want to go home and sleep!” You felt the need to cry all of a sudden in front of this stranger that looked like an angel but probably was a devil.
“Do you want me to take you anywhere?”
“I’m not that desperate. I don’t know who you are? And besides… you pushed me to a wall! How do I know it wasn’t you who fattened the tyres?”
“Kitty, don’t raise your voice.” He closed the door of his own car coming in front of you. “And I’m the one who is not desperate. I just hate people ignoring me.” He wiped his lower lip standing on one leg crossing his arms around his chest.
Oh fuck you smelled good. So good that he could have you fucked on top of his car in a second if he listened to what his primal instincts were ordering him to do.
“So suit yourself.” he added walking back to his car opening the door sitting on the driver’s seat closing the door behind him releasing a breath. He didn’t understanding why he took a breath, nonetheless he did. Yoseob decided to drive away and ask Dujun to move him somewhere else. He hated the feeling of being weak for anything or anyone.
But you walked in front of his car before being able to run away from your strong pull.
“Move away.” He calmly said.
“Take me home, please.” You asked walking to his side.
“Beg.” He requested looking ahead.
“What?” You laughed out loud.
“Whatever.” He drove away again.
“Wait! Please! Please take me home! My hero! My saviour!”
Yoseob stopped the car cursing under his breath. He really wanted to drive away but he also didn’t want.
You opened the door of the passenger’s seat sitting in his luxurious car closing the door behind you.
“Who allowed you to get in?”
“I thought- you stopped the car.”
Yoseob faced you meeting your pout. Oh he died and resurrected in a second, everything at the same time. His head spinning and holding back on not kissing your pout away.
Kissing a pout away? What was happening to him? He shook his head thinking this was what they called strong blood. He’s heard of it. He was it. His Romanian princess and creator told him that his blood made her drunk like when humans drank heavy substances containing alcohol. Like a drug, that made her existence blurry. You must be it. That type of blood.
“Where the fuck do you live?”
“Yeongdeungpo. Near the hospital.”
“Fuck! That’s quite far, don’t you think?”
“There are no taxis at this hour, and the subway has closed.”
“Yeah! Korean encourages people to go home early and actually sleep. Why the fuck do you get out of work so late?”
You looked ahead sighing. It was a soft noise, but in Yoseob’s ear it pierced him like a thorn.
“I don’t even know your name but you want me to tell you about my life problems?”
“You don’t know my name but you want me to take you home after I pushed you to a dark alley and you begged for my company.”
You covered your mouth. “That’s true.” You admitted in realisation. “I’ll sleep in the car.” You aimed to open the door to leave.
“I’ll take you.” He locked the doors driving away. “My brother is a doctor at Yeongdeungpo hospital.”
“Oh! I guess I’ll meet him one of these days.”
“Why the fuck would you meet my brother?” He frowned looking at you. Every minute that passed he was surprising himself with new behaviours.
Possessiveness.
“This job will kill me.”
He was content enough with your response. He drove away in silence.
Not long he noticed you fell asleep. He drove carefully not to wake you up. Indulging in how absolutely delicious you smelled. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with you first. Trace his fingers through your legs till he finally is met with your core where he could spoil you and his fingers? Or bite you on that vein that kept pulsing loudly in his ear?
Millions of possibilities…
Your head fell to the side when you completely fell into a deep sleep exposing your neck stretching your veins. Yoseob had difficulty driving. He was not being able to focus.
He parked the car near the river.
He removed his seatbelt holding your seat to push it into a lying position. He stretched himself to bring his jacket from behind you causing half his body to be right atop from yours.
“What are you doing?” You asked in a whisper opening your eyes.
Yoseob flinched. “I was bringing my jacket to cover you.”
“My name is ___.”
Yoseob held on your seat ignoring his jacket looking at your exposed collarbone. He licked his lips before locking eyes with you again.
“My name is Yoseob.”
“What are you looking at Yoseob?” You asked scanning his nervous face. “Why are you still here checking me out?”
“Do you dislike it?” He tried to move but you brought him pulling on his tie. “What is this now ___.”
“I’m helping you. You seem shy. And I’ve seen those fingers of yours. Are they as skilful as they look?”
“You are nasty.” He bit his lower lip while his heart definitely moved inside of him. “Of course you are.” He raised his hand playing with his fingers. “What do you think these bad boys can do?”
“I don’t know, what can they do?” You pulled at his tie harsher.
Yoseob was confused. How on earth were you the one in total control to the point of letting you pull at his tie and question his skills. Why weren’t you losing your shit like he was.
“When was the last time you’ve been fucked kitty?” The question came in way too bluntly. “Is your boss not making you orgasm properly?”
You straigehted yourself pushing him away putting the seat back up. “I’ll go home walking from here. Thanks.” You tried opening the door but it was locked. “Open the door please.”
“So you are going to leave me hot and bothered?”
“Well, are you going to force me? Because I’m not interested now.”
When Yoseob heard the word ‘force,’ his world collapsed. Force? Yang Yoseob? Why was he acting so recklessly so unprofessionally? Llike an amatour that hasn’t done this a million times before.
“Are you stupid? Slow? Dumb? I would never touch anyone if they don’t beg first.”
“Are you going to let me go? Because I’m not going to beg a jerk like you. Ever.”
Yoseob’s fangs grew and his eyes turned red in anger. Your mouth falling agape pressing your back on the door.
“Please!” You were now begging.
“What do you want?”
“Let me go.”
“I will let you go, but watch your every step, because unfortunately for you, I took a liking to you, and I won’t leave you until you beg me to fuck you and suck you dry.” You nodded your head. “One last request.”
“Anything!”
“I want you to be obedient out of need. Not fear. Understood?”
“Yes Yoseob-ssi.”
“And don’t let your fucking boss touch you anywhere. Understood?”
“Yes Yoseob-ssi.”
“And why can’t he touch you?”
“Because I’m not his to take.” You replied the way he wanted you to reply.
“Good kitty.” He came closer caressing your jaw with his finger. “I won’t touch you. Ever. Until you come to me.” He let his nose touch your jaw. When he felt that you were following his touch, he detached himself. “Not today kitty. Too much information for you to process in one day.”
“Yes Yoseob-ssi.” You nodded surprised by how you did follow him like a fool. He was like a magnet despite his red eyes and fangs that poked on his lower lip.
“Now, do you still want to go home walking at this hour? Or do you want me to take you home?”
“Take me home please.”
“Good kitty. See? In the end you know I’ll be your protector and best option.”
Yoseob drove away extremely satisfied even though he didn’t get to touch an inch from you and it didn’t go as planned. He was happy. He could smell your arousal that was stronger than you blood smell at this point.
Yoseob was satisfied. He scored an exciting girl for the first time in his vampire life.
