welcome to the other side

vampire!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: biting, mentions of blood loss & bleeding out, making out, suggestive content

you and heeseung have been dating for a year. a year in which he was not allowed to bite you - torture for a vampire. good thing that today's your anniversary...

One could guess that living and working with a vampire couldn't be easy. But probably no one would suspect that it was hard for the vampire, not the human - except your boyfriend, because he could feel himself going more insane every day. And he figured out very quickly that you knew. Every time you had to pass him you made sure to walk extra close, the smell of your blood covering you like an intoxicating cloud. And you started to wear your hair up, the vein on your neck clearly visible and taunting him every single day. It was even worse in the evenings, the smell of you stuck in the apartment you two shared, with no way to escape.

"Welcome home.", you murmured, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. "And happy anniversary."

He turned around, giving you a soft smile. "Happy anniversary." It had been one year since you two started dating. One year since you started dating, eleven weeks since you had moved together and exactly 76 days that he had to live with your constant teasing without being allowed to bite you. He respected that, of course, but sometimes he just couldn't help scratching his fangs over your skin during a heated kiss, or whining regularly to you about the torture he was enduring. Not that he was successful - quite the contrary. Your answer would be a grin and a shake of your head… and something new to tease him on the next day. It was not only him who suffered, though, as you quickly discovered.

Being a vampire meant inheriting more strength than a normal human. Strength that he could deal with on normal days - and that he seemed to underestimate whenever you walked past him, bodies pressed together, neck extended towards him. The result more than once was him gripping whatever piece of furniture was the closest to him, destroying or breaking it in the process. You noticed, of course you did, but instead of giving in and showing mercy to him and your furniture you were excited, dwelling in the effect you had on him. But all good things had to end - in this case you decided it was enough when your favorite mug made contact with the floor one night, leaving his hand as you walked past him, a kiss left on his neck. Which had led you to a… very special anniversary gift.

"Are you sure?", he whispered, his hands cupping your face. You looked at him with wide eyes, but nodded without hesitation. A smile spread on his face. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, waiting to be able to finally sink his teeth into your veins, finally get a taste of your blood. He was tempted to cover you in bite marks right away - but he wanted to take it slow. He had waited so long for this moment and he would make sure to enjoy every second of it. So he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, before backing off and entering the living room.

You walked behind him, a confused look on your face. And an insecure one. "Do you not want to…"

He spun around in surprise, his eyes focused on yours. "Of course I want to. But," he said while coming closer to you, his look changing into a hungry one, "I want to enjoy it. And I want it to be a surprise. I will bite you - you just won't know when."

He saw the shiver going through your body, heard your sharp inhale. And he grinned. You had been under his skin for weeks, and now it was finally time for his revenge. He let his fingers run through your hair, traveling along your neck, settling on your vein. His eyes were fixated on it, watching it pulsate with every beat of your heart. He was so mesmerized that he didn't even notice you grabbing his tie, pulling his face towards you. Your lips connected, the force making him stumble backwards against the wall. He grinned into the kiss, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you softly away, a small whine escaping your lips. "Not today."

You shot him a dirty look before sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv. "I didn't know the surprise biting would also mean that I can't kiss you."

"Oooh, is someone not liking the taste of their own medicine?" He let his fingers run through your hair again, standing behind the couch, his breath hovering over your neck, causing another shiver. "Too bad." His whisper was accompanied by a soft kiss on your neck, so soft that you almost couldn't feel his lips. You did however feel his fangs, slowly scratching over your skin, heart beating fast in anticipation. But nothing, he moved away shortly after, accompanying you on the couch, ignoring your glare.

His hands moved towards your legs, pulling them over his own. You apparently had other plans, trying to kick in his direction, but he just held onto your ankles.

"Why didn't you tell me before that you're so eager to be bitten?", he chuckled. And then he suddenly pulled onto your legs, pulling your body forward between his. You were now laying on the couch, with him hovering over you, eyes searching for yours. "We could have arranged something."

"Continue this teasing and I'll change my mind." You stared at him, brows furrowed, trying to look intimidating. All you got in return was a grin, though. Not that it was very surprising that a vampire wasn't very intimidated by a human. Quite the contrary, he found it very endearing, your little tries to gain back control, even though you both knew it wouldn't work. That didn't stop you from trying though, your legs still moving to sweep him off his feet to turn him around, your hand swatting away his as he tried to cup your cheek.

"Y/N." You didn't react. "Y/N." With a sigh you stopped your kicking, looking at him. "Good girl."

You did your best to keep your face straight, but he still noticed the slight hiccup in your breathing, the way your pupils became bigger. With another grin he bent down towards you, connecting your lips once again.

"I had to wait so many months, I think you can wait a few hours." Your groan showed you thought otherwise, but it quickly died down when his lips started wandering along your chin, down your neck. He had to admit that he enjoyed this - feeling you freeze every time he neared a vein, either in anticipation or in fear. But he enjoyed it even more when you let out frustrated huffs every time he moved further, not leaving any bite marks.

His hands were running up and down your sides, yours were tangled in his hair, trying to guide him back to your throat every time he was steering too far away from it for your liking. He let it happen for a while, but eventually he had enough. He stopped kissing you, his face only centimeters away from yours. Your big eyes looked up at him, wandering from his eyes downwards to his lips. Your face was slowly moving upwards, trying to connect your lips again, but he moved his head away. It was a battle between his head and your hands that were still tangled in his hair, but to no one's surprise he won.

"So impatient…", he whispered, slightly sitting up to let his hands wander to the back of his head, grabbing your wrists. Your eyes followed his movements, your breathing speeding up, especially when your hands were moved above your head, trapped in his firm grip.

Your whining was quickly swallowed by his lips that were once again back on yours, pressing you firmly into the soft cushions of the couch. He could feel your arms moving, trying to get away, which only tightened his grip. Your body was arching, trying to get closer to him, trying to connect your lips again whenever he was moving away to give you both time to breathe. His glance was wandering up and down your body, getting stuck on your neck once again - and he decided that it was time.

Starting with kisses on your collarbone he slowly worked his way up, causing an annoyed groan from you. And then he let his teeth sink into your neck - and your groans instantly stopped. He could feel you going slack in his arms, your attempts to escape his hands stopped. Instead he could hear your soft whimpers, the gasps when he was sinking his teeth even deeper. He looked up at you - eyes closed, brows furrowed, your mouth slightly open, your body moving with every heavy breath. He let go of your neck, his face wandering upwards to press his lips on yours, leaving trails of blood on them. He felt intoxicated. He wanted, no, he needed more.

He couldn't stop himself, his fangs piercing your bottom lip, softly pulling. He was going insane - but so were you. You were moving again, trying to free your arms from his grip, to somehow touch him. But he didn't let go, his grip only getting tighter every time you pulled. Your whines were replaced by moans when he pulled on your lip, eyes wide open, staring right into his. A bloody grin spread onto his face, your wrists now held together by one hand, the other moving towards your face. His eyes were focused on your lips, thumb slowly tracing the outline. Your breath got stuck in your throat, you didn't dare to move, full of anticipation.

"I've waited so long for this.", he murmured, his lips once again finding yours before he backed off, sitting up. You were trying to catch your breath, your hand moving towards your lips, following the way of his fingers before. Your eyes were searching for his, still trying to process these last few minutes. He threw another grin into your direction, before standing up and walking into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he turned around from the sink you were standing behind him, looking at him.

"Was it worth the wait?", you smiled, accepting the glass from him.

"What do you think?" He tried not to let it show, but he was nervous. Sure, he enjoyed it, but maybe you felt differently? Maybe he had overwhelmed you?

"I think," you mumbled, "that it's a real shame I can't return the favor." You had been walking towards him while speaking, your fingers trailing up his arms, pressing soft kisses on his back. "Don't you agree?"

He took in a sharp breath, his hand gripping the kitchen counter. Your hands wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder. You stayed there for a few minutes, just soaking in the others presence, a calm before the storm that would inevitably come.

And it did come not soon after, with you once again placing kisses on his shoulder. He was opening his mouth, trying to say something, but all that came out was a deep growl when he suddenly felt your teeth closing down on his shoulder. They were quickly removed and replaced by your lips, but his hands were already on the counter again, gripping it so hard that you feared he would rip it off.

"I don't think biting is for m- ", you mumbled, your words interrupted when he suddenly turned around, his hand on your hips, the other in your hair, bodies pressed tight together, lips clashing into each other. Your hands were all over him too, trying to press him even closer towards you, tongue scratching over his fangs when he opened his mouth in a quiet gasp.

"We should probably -" Another gasp. "We should probably stop. I don't know if I can stop if I'll bite you again."

You backed off a bit, eyes resting on him. So full of assurance… "I trust you."

He was tempted to continue, the need for it almost eating him up. But he shouldn't, he had to think rational now, he didn't want to harm you. His hands moved away from your hips, grabbing the counter again, his head falling forward with a pained expression on his face. "I don't trust myself."

You could barely hear his whisper over your heavy breathing, head spinning. You knew you should focus now, be responsible and agree with him. But you didn't want to. Your head was still spinning, every part of you screaming his name and the need to feel his teeth on you once again. You needed him to continue, no matter what the consequences were.

"I trust you enough. I know you can stop when necessary. And if not I'll just take the pan and make you stop." You winked, fingers on his chin moving his glance towards the frying pan on the counter. "Don't worry about me."

That was all the confirmation he needed. His lips were back on yours, trapped in a bruising kiss, pushing you towards the kitchen counter. Your hips crashed against it, your back bending backwards by the force of his kiss. And then his hands were under your knees, pushing you onto the counter, him standing between your legs. You felt his fingertips running up your back, causing shivers all over your body. His mouth wandered, his hot breath hovering over your throat, along your shoulder. He looked at you one more time, searching for permission. You gave him a nod, too out of breath to speak. Next thing you felt were his teeth breaking the skin over your collarbone, another loud moan escaping you.

"Fuck.", he whispered. "How can I stop when you're reacting like this?"

You didn't want to admit it, but the thought thrilled you. The knowledge that he could take too much, could essentially let you bleed out shouldn't be as hot as you thought it was. And the thought that you would let him should probably scare you, but right now you didn't care. How could you, when his lips felt so intoxicating, dominating all your thoughts, your head just filled with him.

Another bite, and said head was falling backwards, your back arching towards him. The room was filled with soft gasps, occasionally interrupted by a louder moan. And the clattering of dishes being pushed to the side, before he slowly pushed your body backwards, causing you to lie down on the counter. His hands found yours again, keeping them in a tight grip above your head. He was watching you, a content smile on his face. He had you wrapped around his finger - literally, his fingers intertwined with yours as his face was hovering above you.

"Are you sure you can still handle it?" He was grinning, but his voice showed worry, the need for a serious answer. You were feeling a bit lightheaded, but you didn't know if it was because of the loss of blood or because of everything around it. You settled for the latter and gave him a quick nod.

He got lost in the taste of your blood, your little whimpers and the arching of your back, letting himself get carried away. 

You got lost in the feeling of his hands, one moving to grip both of your wrists, the other one wandering to your back to pull you closer towards him. The teeth against your skin, breaking it, leaving new marks. His hair tickling your exposed shoulder every time he bent down, the feeling of it driving you even more insane.

By now that was all you could focus on, feeling more light-headed with every bite, even with every kiss he was placing on your body. Your feet were scrambling against the cupboards, trying to find something to hold onto, your hands trying to get out of his grip.

"Please," you whimpered. "Just let me touch you."

Instead of an answer he threw a grin in your direction, eyes focused on you while his breath wandered over your collarbone. Your eyelids fluttered shut, mouth opened in another moan, softer than the ones before.

Your complaints stopped after a while, your hands moving slower trying to escape his, causing him to stop. He let go of your hands, his glance roaming over you, worry now taking over. Your neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks, trails of blood smeared all over your skin. Your breathing slowly went back to normal, your eyes opening and settling on him.

"Are you okay?"

He chuckled. "I wanted to ask you the same thing."

"I'm good. But I would be better if you would let go of my hands from time to time." A smile spread on his face, his hands stretched out towards you to help you sit up.

"Maybe another day.", he whispered, placing soft kisses on the bite marks covering your neck, his hands brushing your hair behind your shoulder. In the corner of his eyes he saw your hands moving, quickly grabbing them and holding you in place, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Please.", you whispered against his neck, head resting on his shoulder. Instead of an answer he held your wrist up, placing a small peck right on the vein there, before turning around.

"You must be hungry. Let me make something for you."

You could imagine the grin on his face, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. But you knew he wouldn't let that happen today. With a sigh you hopped down the counter, not able to resist pressing a quick kiss on his shoulder blade before escaping his hand that wanted to catch your waist.

"I should get changed", you mumbled, walking towards the bedroom. Before you reached the door you turned around again, smirking in his direction. "Unless you want to continue your biting later?"

He was watching you for a while, thinking, before he joined your smirk. "Come here."

dina, this one's for you. enjoy ;)

vampire!heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: biting, mentions of blood loss & bleeding out, making out, suggestive content

you and heeseung have been dating for a year. a year in which he was not allowed to bite you - torture for a vampire. good thing that today's your anniversary...

One could guess that living and working with a vampire couldn't be easy. But probably no one would suspect that it was hard for the vampire, not the human - except your boyfriend, because he could feel himself going more insane every day. And he figured out very quickly that you knew. Every time you had to pass him you made sure to walk extra close, the smell of your blood covering you like an intoxicating cloud. And you started to wear your hair up, the vein on your neck clearly visible and taunting him every single day. It was even worse in the evenings, the smell of you stuck in the apartment you two shared, with no way to escape.

"Welcome home.", you murmured, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder blade. "And happy anniversary."

He turned around, giving you a soft smile. "Happy anniversary." It had been one year since you two started dating. One year since you started dating, eleven weeks since you had moved together and exactly 76 days that he had to live with your constant teasing without being allowed to bite you. He respected that, of course, but sometimes he just couldn't help scratching his fangs over your skin during a heated kiss, or whining regularly to you about the torture he was enduring. Not that he was successful - quite the contrary. Your answer would be a grin and a shake of your head… and something new to tease him on the next day. It was not only him who suffered, though, as you quickly discovered.

Being a vampire meant inheriting more strength than a normal human. Strength that he could deal with on normal days - and that he seemed to underestimate whenever you walked past him, bodies pressed together, neck extended towards him. The result more than once was him gripping whatever piece of furniture was the closest to him, destroying or breaking it in the process. You noticed, of course you did, but instead of giving in and showing mercy to him and your furniture you were excited, dwelling in the effect you had on him. But all good things had to end - in this case you decided it was enough when your favorite mug made contact with the floor one night, leaving his hand as you walked past him, a kiss left on his neck. Which had led you to a… very special anniversary gift.

"Are you sure?", he whispered, his hands cupping your face. You looked at him with wide eyes, but nodded without hesitation. A smile spread on his face. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, waiting to be able to finally sink his teeth into your veins, finally get a taste of your blood. He was tempted to cover you in bite marks right away - but he wanted to take it slow. He had waited so long for this moment and he would make sure to enjoy every second of it. So he gave you a quick kiss on the lips, before backing off and entering the living room.

You walked behind him, a confused look on your face. And an insecure one. "Do you not want to…"

He spun around in surprise, his eyes focused on yours. "Of course I want to. But," he said while coming closer to you, his look changing into a hungry one, "I want to enjoy it. And I want it to be a surprise. I will bite you - you just won't know when."

He saw the shiver going through your body, heard your sharp inhale. And he grinned. You had been under his skin for weeks, and now it was finally time for his revenge. He let his fingers run through your hair, traveling along your neck, settling on your vein. His eyes were fixated on it, watching it pulsate with every beat of your heart. He was so mesmerized that he didn't even notice you grabbing his tie, pulling his face towards you. Your lips connected, the force making him stumble backwards against the wall. He grinned into the kiss, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you softly away, a small whine escaping your lips. "Not today."

You shot him a dirty look before sitting down on the couch, turning on the tv. "I didn't know the surprise biting would also mean that I can't kiss you."

"Oooh, is someone not liking the taste of their own medicine?" He let his fingers run through your hair again, standing behind the couch, his breath hovering over your neck, causing another shiver. "Too bad." His whisper was accompanied by a soft kiss on your neck, so soft that you almost couldn't feel his lips. You did however feel his fangs, slowly scratching over your skin, heart beating fast in anticipation. But nothing, he moved away shortly after, accompanying you on the couch, ignoring your glare.

His hands moved towards your legs, pulling them over his own. You apparently had other plans, trying to kick in his direction, but he just held onto your ankles.

"Why didn't you tell me before that you're so eager to be bitten?", he chuckled. And then he suddenly pulled onto your legs, pulling your body forward between his. You were now laying on the couch, with him hovering over you, eyes searching for yours. "We could have arranged something."

"Continue this teasing and I'll change my mind." You stared at him, brows furrowed, trying to look intimidating. All you got in return was a grin, though. Not that it was very surprising that a vampire wasn't very intimidated by a human. Quite the contrary, he found it very endearing, your little tries to gain back control, even though you both knew it wouldn't work. That didn't stop you from trying though, your legs still moving to sweep him off his feet to turn him around, your hand swatting away his as he tried to cup your cheek.

"Y/N." You didn't react. "Y/N." With a sigh you stopped your kicking, looking at him. "Good girl."

You did your best to keep your face straight, but he still noticed the slight hiccup in your breathing, the way your pupils became bigger. With another grin he bent down towards you, connecting your lips once again.

"I had to wait so many months, I think you can wait a few hours." Your groan showed you thought otherwise, but it quickly died down when his lips started wandering along your chin, down your neck. He had to admit that he enjoyed this - feeling you freeze every time he neared a vein, either in anticipation or in fear. But he enjoyed it even more when you let out frustrated huffs every time he moved further, not leaving any bite marks.

His hands were running up and down your sides, yours were tangled in his hair, trying to guide him back to your throat every time he was steering too far away from it for your liking. He let it happen for a while, but eventually he had enough. He stopped kissing you, his face only centimeters away from yours. Your big eyes looked up at him, wandering from his eyes downwards to his lips. Your face was slowly moving upwards, trying to connect your lips again, but he moved his head away. It was a battle between his head and your hands that were still tangled in his hair, but to no one's surprise he won.

"So impatient…", he whispered, slightly sitting up to let his hands wander to the back of his head, grabbing your wrists. Your eyes followed his movements, your breathing speeding up, especially when your hands were moved above your head, trapped in his firm grip.

Your whining was quickly swallowed by his lips that were once again back on yours, pressing you firmly into the soft cushions of the couch. He could feel your arms moving, trying to get away, which only tightened his grip. Your body was arching, trying to get closer to him, trying to connect your lips again whenever he was moving away to give you both time to breathe. His glance was wandering up and down your body, getting stuck on your neck once again - and he decided that it was time.

Starting with kisses on your collarbone he slowly worked his way up, causing an annoyed groan from you. And then he let his teeth sink into your neck - and your groans instantly stopped. He could feel you going slack in his arms, your attempts to escape his hands stopped. Instead he could hear your soft whimpers, the gasps when he was sinking his teeth even deeper. He looked up at you - eyes closed, brows furrowed, your mouth slightly open, your body moving with every heavy breath. He let go of your neck, his face wandering upwards to press his lips on yours, leaving trails of blood on them. He felt intoxicated. He wanted, no, he needed more.

He couldn't stop himself, his fangs piercing your bottom lip, softly pulling. He was going insane - but so were you. You were moving again, trying to free your arms from his grip, to somehow touch him. But he didn't let go, his grip only getting tighter every time you pulled. Your whines were replaced by moans when he pulled on your lip, eyes wide open, staring right into his. A bloody grin spread onto his face, your wrists now held together by one hand, the other moving towards your face. His eyes were focused on your lips, thumb slowly tracing the outline. Your breath got stuck in your throat, you didn't dare to move, full of anticipation.

"I've waited so long for this.", he murmured, his lips once again finding yours before he backed off, sitting up. You were trying to catch your breath, your hand moving towards your lips, following the way of his fingers before. Your eyes were searching for his, still trying to process these last few minutes. He threw another grin into your direction, before standing up and walking into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he turned around from the sink you were standing behind him, looking at him.

"Was it worth the wait?", you smiled, accepting the glass from him.

"What do you think?" He tried not to let it show, but he was nervous. Sure, he enjoyed it, but maybe you felt differently? Maybe he had overwhelmed you?

"I think," you mumbled, "that it's a real shame I can't return the favor." You had been walking towards him while speaking, your fingers trailing up his arms, pressing soft kisses on his back. "Don't you agree?"

He took in a sharp breath, his hand gripping the kitchen counter. Your hands wrapped around his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder. You stayed there for a few minutes, just soaking in the others presence, a calm before the storm that would inevitably come.

And it did come not soon after, with you once again placing kisses on his shoulder. He was opening his mouth, trying to say something, but all that came out was a deep growl when he suddenly felt your teeth closing down on his shoulder. They were quickly removed and replaced by your lips, but his hands were already on the counter again, gripping it so hard that you feared he would rip it off.

"I don't think biting is for m- ", you mumbled, your words interrupted when he suddenly turned around, his hand on your hips, the other in your hair, bodies pressed tight together, lips clashing into each other. Your hands were all over him too, trying to press him even closer towards you, tongue scratching over his fangs when he opened his mouth in a quiet gasp.

"We should probably -" Another gasp. "We should probably stop. I don't know if I can stop if I'll bite you again."

You backed off a bit, eyes resting on him. So full of assurance… "I trust you."

He was tempted to continue, the need for it almost eating him up. But he shouldn't, he had to think rational now, he didn't want to harm you. His hands moved away from your hips, grabbing the counter again, his head falling forward with a pained expression on his face. "I don't trust myself."

You could barely hear his whisper over your heavy breathing, head spinning. You knew you should focus now, be responsible and agree with him. But you didn't want to. Your head was still spinning, every part of you screaming his name and the need to feel his teeth on you once again. You needed him to continue, no matter what the consequences were.

"I trust you enough. I know you can stop when necessary. And if not I'll just take the pan and make you stop." You winked, fingers on his chin moving his glance towards the frying pan on the counter. "Don't worry about me."

That was all the confirmation he needed. His lips were back on yours, trapped in a bruising kiss, pushing you towards the kitchen counter. Your hips crashed against it, your back bending backwards by the force of his kiss. And then his hands were under your knees, pushing you onto the counter, him standing between your legs. You felt his fingertips running up your back, causing shivers all over your body. His mouth wandered, his hot breath hovering over your throat, along your shoulder. He looked at you one more time, searching for permission. You gave him a nod, too out of breath to speak. Next thing you felt were his teeth breaking the skin over your collarbone, another loud moan escaping you.

"Fuck.", he whispered. "How can I stop when you're reacting like this?"

You didn't want to admit it, but the thought thrilled you. The knowledge that he could take too much, could essentially let you bleed out shouldn't be as hot as you thought it was. And the thought that you would let him should probably scare you, but right now you didn't care. How could you, when his lips felt so intoxicating, dominating all your thoughts, your head just filled with him.

Another bite, and said head was falling backwards, your back arching towards him. The room was filled with soft gasps, occasionally interrupted by a louder moan. And the clattering of dishes being pushed to the side, before he slowly pushed your body backwards, causing you to lie down on the counter. His hands found yours again, keeping them in a tight grip above your head. He was watching you, a content smile on his face. He had you wrapped around his finger - literally, his fingers intertwined with yours as his face was hovering above you.

"Are you sure you can still handle it?" He was grinning, but his voice showed worry, the need for a serious answer. You were feeling a bit lightheaded, but you didn't know if it was because of the loss of blood or because of everything around it. You settled for the latter and gave him a quick nod.

He got lost in the taste of your blood, your little whimpers and the arching of your back, letting himself get carried away. 

You got lost in the feeling of his hands, one moving to grip both of your wrists, the other one wandering to your back to pull you closer towards him. The teeth against your skin, breaking it, leaving new marks. His hair tickling your exposed shoulder every time he bent down, the feeling of it driving you even more insane.

By now that was all you could focus on, feeling more light-headed with every bite, even with every kiss he was placing on your body. Your feet were scrambling against the cupboards, trying to find something to hold onto, your hands trying to get out of his grip.

"Please," you whimpered. "Just let me touch you."

Instead of an answer he threw a grin in your direction, eyes focused on you while his breath wandered over your collarbone. Your eyelids fluttered shut, mouth opened in another moan, softer than the ones before.

Your complaints stopped after a while, your hands moving slower trying to escape his, causing him to stop. He let go of your hands, his glance roaming over you, worry now taking over. Your neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks, trails of blood smeared all over your skin. Your breathing slowly went back to normal, your eyes opening and settling on him.

"Are you okay?"

He chuckled. "I wanted to ask you the same thing."

"I'm good. But I would be better if you would let go of my hands from time to time." A smile spread on his face, his hands stretched out towards you to help you sit up.

"Maybe another day.", he whispered, placing soft kisses on the bite marks covering your neck, his hands brushing your hair behind your shoulder. In the corner of his eyes he saw your hands moving, quickly grabbing them and holding you in place, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Please.", you whispered against his neck, head resting on his shoulder. Instead of an answer he held your wrist up, placing a small peck right on the vein there, before turning around.

"You must be hungry. Let me make something for you."

You could imagine the grin on his face, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face. But you knew he wouldn't let that happen today. With a sigh you hopped down the counter, not able to resist pressing a quick kiss on his shoulder blade before escaping his hand that wanted to catch your waist.

"I should get changed", you mumbled, walking towards the bedroom. Before you reached the door you turned around again, smirking in his direction. "Unless you want to continue your biting later?"

He was watching you for a while, thinking, before he joined your smirk. "Come here."

dina, this one's for you. enjoy ;)

i started writing this and it slowly - quickly - escalated. it didn’t really fit with the story so i turned it into a bonus chapter.

here’s the actual story <3

vampire!minho x fem!reader

warnings: biting, making out, very suggestive content

You knew he was standing behind you, but he was nowhere to be seen in the huge mirror. Only you, eyes wide open, who knew if it was because of curiosity or fear. When you had brought up the topic of biting again you didn’t think you would end up in this situation. He had been hesitant, both of you agreeing in the end that it should be happening when the time felt right, and both of you felt comfortable with it. Since then, though, he had discovered his love for teasing you. Had seen the way you froze when he let his fingers run over your neck, how your breathing started speeding up in anticipation. But nothing happened, and it made you crazy. So when you stood in the living room, in front of the big mirror and suddenly felt him behind you, the anticipation was big – although you were convinced it wouldn’t go further than teasing today, too.

You felt his hand move away from your side and wanted to turn around, see what he was doing, but his other hand was suddenly around your chin, stopping your movements.

“Don’t look at me.”, you felt him whispering in your ear.

It was weird. You saw your hair moving, like it was being twirled around a finger, but you couldn’t see the finger. Same with the fingerprints on your chin.

“Look at you.” His breath was almost caressing your shoulder, and you could feel goosebumps spreading all over your body. “How do you expect me to resist?”

You wanted to scream that you didn’t, you didn’t want him to resist, but you didn’t dare to. Not when his breath was slowly moving towards your neck, lingering there. Not when you still couldn’t see him. You thought you were going insane, you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his breath, his hands. You saw your hair moving again, his hands moving down to your waist, pulling you closer. You wanted to turn around so bad, but at the same time you didn’t. There was something thrilling in not being able to see what he was doing, what he would do next.

Your hair was being moved to the side, and you could feel his face resting on your shoulder. “So beautiful.”, he muttered, his nose nuzzled against your neck. You began to feel dizzy, repeating the words ‘do something’ like a mantra in your head. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to do, but this right now, only feeling his warm breath against your neck, was torture.

And then his nose was replaced by his lips. Turns out you were wrong. This was torture. He planted soft kisses on your neck, moving downwards to your collarbone, before settling at your shoulder. In that moment you could have cursed the mirror. You wanted, no, you needed to see his face. Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind, because one of his hands wandered back upwards, once again holding your face in place. You could have cursed him. Him with his warm breath, him with his soft lips, him with his - teeth. Teeth that were slowly scratching over the vein on the side of your throat. You swallowed, the muscles in your neck moving, causing his teeth to get even closer to your skin. You heard him take a deep breath. “Y/N…”, he mumbled, the grip on your chin softening. “Can I -”

You nodded, and he only hesitated shortly before he finally buried his teeth into your neck, fangs piercing your skin. You could feel the warm blood dripping down your neck, his lips on your skin, and something in you changed. You wrangled yourself out of his grip, finally turning around to look at him. Your eyes met his, a hungry look on his face. And then he went back to your neck, forcing you backwards until your back met the mirror, causing you to let out a soft gasp.

You couldn’t even begin to describe what emotions you felt in that moment. It was good, but it was too much at the same time. You couldn’t think anymore, you just let it happen. Letting yourself feel his lips on your neck, the way his teeth carefully scraped over your skin, the soft flow of your blood that he didn’t manage to catch. But the little part in the back of your brain that for some reason still seemed to work was curious, wondering how he felt in that moment. Did he feel just as overwhelmed? Even more? You had to ask him one day. You felt his teeth again, slowly biting down once more, and not even that little part in your brain could form a sentence anymore.

And after a while it stopped - he stopped. He let go of your waist and took a step backwards, your breathing the only thing that could be heard in the quiet room. For a while you just looked at each other, not knowing what to say. You could see your own blood on his lips and the small line that led to his chin. You couldn’t stop staring.

Like in trance you struck out your hand, cupping his cheek. Your thumb was catching a few of the blood droplets, smearing the rest in the process. He stopped breathing, he just stared at you. You on the other hand stared at your thumb, slowly bringing it towards your own face - and you tested it. You immediately regretted that decision, it was awful, but his reaction was intense.

“Fuck.”, he whispered, before taking a step towards you and pressing your lips together, his hands holding your face. Your eyes fluttered shut while you were eagerly responding to the kiss. Your hand somehow ended up in his hair, pushing you even closer together - and pulled. The result was a loud gasp from him, growing even louder when you pulled again. Maybe you had found the equivalent to him biting you. You eventually let go and both took a few seconds to breathe, eying each other, trying to figure out your next moves.

You saw his legs moving towards you again, his hands landing back on your waist, thumbs stroking over the fabric of your shirt, lips back on yours. And your hands were back in his hair, wandering down to his shoulders. With a firm grip you turned him around, now causing him to hit the mirror with his back. He was staring at you, his mouth forming a small 'o’.

“You like that?”, you whispered. Maybe this was your revenge now, your turn to drive him insane. He was breathing heavily, only managing to slowly nod. A smirk appeared on your face. Maybe you liked it too.

You found yourself in the same position as before, just that this time it was you who pressed him against the mirror. You gripped his hair again, softly pulling, to which he replied with a sharp inhale. The next thing you felt were his fangs on your lip, a sudden and sharp pain, and something warm. Your blood. And that’s when your glance landed on the mirror, right at yourself. The dark red blush on your cheek, the small line of dried blood running down your mouth and neck. And suddenly you could understand his reaction before.

You looked back to him, your hands on his waist, his hair, his chin, around his neck. Lips pressed so close together like you wanted him to disappear inside the mirror. His hands wanted to wander, but this time you caught them, grabbing his wrists, pressing them against the mirror right next to his head. The answer was a loud groan. It was intoxicating, the feeling of power when you knew he was so much stronger and could just take back control in a matter of seconds. He threw his head back, and your lips began to wander. To his chin, down his neck, hovering over the spot he bit you before. You didn’t move, your breath stroking over the vein, watching his face. His eyes closed, his head moving back even more, giving you a better access to his neck. You couldn’t suppress a grin, still not moving.

“Y/N, please…”, he moaned, hands trying to get out of your grip - but apparently not using his full strength because you could still keep him in place.

“What do I get in return?” Your face moved away from his neck to get a better look at him.

He looked at you too, chest moving quickly. And then he actually wrangled out of your grab, trapping you in an embrace. Now you found yourself in front of the mirror again, once again only seeing yourself and not him, but feeling his lips on your neck, spreading long kisses all over. This time it was you who threw your head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel his lips, his hands that were wrapped around you. His one hand that slowly moved, creeping along your arm, bringing it up to his face. You felt his nose at your wrist, taking in the smell of your blood. You felt your own breathing speeding up. And finally, you felt his lips on your wrist, causing a little groan to escape you. You felt him grin - oh how the tables had turned. He kissed his way back to your shoulder, taking his sweet time. It was payback for your behavior earlier, but it made you crazy. You wanted to turn around, to take back control, but he held you tight. And you kinda liked it. It was torture, but it was such a good torture. You moved your face to the side, planting soft kisses on the side of his neck while he was doing the same on your shoulder.

“You’re driving me insane.”, he whispered against your neck. You let out a weak chuckle, looking back at the mirror. Everything about you screamed that you felt the same. You tried to wrangle out of his grip again, but that only led to it getting stronger, his head moving away from your neck. You let out a disappointed huff, feeling him smirk against your neck again. And then he went back to your wrist, even slower than before. Kiss after kiss after kiss.

By now you had really gone insane. You couldn’t think, could only feel his lips on your skin, causing goosebumps to appear right after. You softly moaned his name, begging him to do something. And he did, placing another kiss on your wrist before he sank his fangs into it. Your head ended up on his shoulder again, followed by a sharp breath.

“If I had known I had this effect on you I would have bitten you sooner.”

“Shut up.”, you groaned, but the effect was more than visible on you. Your blush had become an even darker shade of red, your pupils blown wide, your mouth slightly open.

“You look pretty.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”