I Hate You Werewolf's
Isadora Capri x vampire!Reader
(English is not my first language) (Part 2) (NSFW) (Mentions of blood) (Blood consumption) (Vampire×Werewolf) (Soulmates explained) (Prohibited for people under 18 years of age) (Denial of instinct) (Denial of feeling) (Verbal violence) (Physical restraint – Full Moon)
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Still in the morning, around 11:36, Y/N had rushed to the infirmary. She had the awkwardness of explaining that she'd hurt herself with her own fangs—which wasn't uncommon for vampires with fang retraction issues or intense emotions.— The nurse said she'd be fine, that it must have been hunger combined with constant stress, and gave her some medication to calm her down further..which didn't really work, but it was worth a try.
After the..incident in the music room made Y/N end up retreating to her room, she called Ajax and had him come get her—with him making a little complaint at first but nothing a little healthy threat about cutting the snakes out of his hair couldn't solve—the artificial blood served at Nevermore...ok, it was just real blood labeled fake, it was the vampires' custom to smuggle blood from the Jericho hospital with a large sum of money for some nurses and some basic threats. No one really believes that vampires would sustain themselves with fake blood, right?
Instead of dwelling on the strange event Y/N didn't want to remember—a clear lie, she was in denial and knew it—she decided to skip afternoon classes and did what she wanted to do in the morning: sleep until dinner. Who, honestly, thought it would be a good idea to have vampires wake up early? It wasn't Mrs. Weems.
Y/N ended up having to "smuggle" a funeral home coffin into the school because, technically, they were kind of banned for student safety; something about suffocating to death..whatever, it's not like she has to worry.
It was a long, relaxing, invigorating afternoon, delightfully spent as a lazy afternoon.
Y/N was a very lazy vampire when she wanted to be, and when she woke up from her long — and, it's important to note, well-deserved — nap, she ended up checking the time; it was 5:30 in the afternoon, dinner would soon be served. With time on her side, Y/N decided to drink most of the blood bags in the room's refrigerator — exclusive to blood, Ajax was cold-blooded and, therefore, because he couldn't regulate his own temperature, he preferred to stay away from cold environments.
You know, it was even fun to avoid a subject; when you avoid it, it never comes to you... at least that's what Y/N thought for a while, while she was sitting on the lid of the closed coffin, staring out the window and watching the sunset — they were windows with glass film against sunlight, blocking about 75% to 80% of the sunlight, normally they would be covered by blackout curtains but, because it was a late sunset which, because it was winter, made the sunset come much earlier, it ended up not being necessary to use the curtains.
Yes, Y/N ate a lot before going down to dinner. Why? Because she just wanted to mingle with other vampires, and for very specific reasons, she wanted to avoid the werewolves. It was the first full moon of the month, and the first blood moon in 60 years that happened to fall on the first full moon of the month. The vampires would gather in the forest clearing to perform a ritual to discover their soulmates.
It's something unique, something that's been happening for thousands of years. Vampires are creatures that age slowly and need lifelong partners, companionship as eternal as their souls.
When Y/N went down to dinner, she ended up joining a group of vampires and, by miscalculation, ended up with a very specific field of view of the werewolves' table. What kind of vision? Isadora Capri. An absurd miscalculation from the very person Y/N was trying to avoid. Why? Should Y/N remind them that she was LICKED? That's weird. Okay, Y/N ended up getting turned on when Mrs. Capri ended up licking her blood and Isadora ended up scratching her tongue on her fangs, making Y/N ingest some of her blood...it was...an irritating...experience.
Y/N was in denial about it, she was truly in denial about everything and anything about Isadora. The night before, Isadora had gone to talk to Y/N — and yes, Y/N was remembering it every moment as if she could guess what the hell Isadora wanted with her, what she wanted to say to her, as if she could read her mind but...she couldn't, obviously. — Y/N felt Mrs. Capri strange, agitated, as if she had just discovered something that would change her life forever. Isadora was acting strange today too, but in a different way...it must have been the blood moon. She said that werewolves became needy for partners, protective, territorial, possessive, and even more aggressive and impulsive when they were under the influence of the blood moon.
Y/N tried to ignore, tried to ignore the looks Isadora was fixing on her among the vampires. Y/N tried at all costs not to look up to only see Isadora with her eyes fixed on her, Mrs. Capri's lightness had disappeared along with the sun going down and the moon gones up. Was it ironic to say that this sent a tremor through Y/N's belly? Maybe...but it did...she'd felt strange ever since she'd tasted Isadora's blood. Deep down, she found herself trying to remember the taste, fantasizing about the sinking of fangs into the side of Isadora's neck and the sinking of teeth, the strong bite, the flowing of blood and...okay, maybe she was describing a common vampire fetish? Let's look on the bright side...it was common...right?
It was somewhere between the time dinner was over, when Isadora was taking the werewolf students to their rooms — so they could be properly restrained for their lack of training and, as their first blood moon...and hers...it was best to keep them away. — and Y/N had a vampire girl putting her arm around her shoulder and showing her fangs, saying something dryly and darkly; it was during this moment that Y/N heard Isadora growl at the vampire and, for safety reasons — and perhaps a lack of self-respect and a genuine fear of being expelled for neglecting her new position as assistant to the music teacher — Y/N followed Isadora to help her with whatever was needed and pretended that nothing had happened that morning.
Y/N was in a dilemma: hate and ignore Isadora or cling to her and stop pretending she didn't love her... because yes, she loved her and felt it. Was the fluid exchange—blood sharing—an early version of the ritual? Maybe. Y/N would probably lose that stupid ritual that never worked for her. The last two times she tried SO hard, she searched until she was almost fried at sunrise and never found a partner... but would this be different? She doubted, there was skepticism and age-old frustration involved, so—for her—such denial was justifiable.
It wasn't like she wanted to fuck her own teacher..
Y/N felt the moment the vampires stepped into the forest, felt a dull ringing in her ears like a call—and ignored it. She was helping to restrain and lock up the last werewolf when Isadora gave her a sharper look, her composure more rigid than usual.
— You didn't say you were dating — The werewolf placed her hands in front of her body, her fingers pressing against each other, connecting her palms as her eyes stared at the vampire locking the last door from the outside.
— And I'm not. — Y/N frowned slightly, her eyes still focused on turning the key slot one last, third time, and straightening the key and removing it, Y/N took the pile of keys by the long, wide ring.
— It didn't look like that when you had a vampire grabbing you. — Isadora arched her eyebrows in a look of irony.
— You didn't look like a teacher during dinner either... you looked like a jealous girlfriend seeing her own wife socializing and getting jealous of her breathing around another woman.
And it was there, right there, in that conversation that went from a small point to a snowball, that Y/N ended up in her current situation: Isadora Capri, half-transformed, tied to the music room with iron chains—never silver—and a gag in her mouth, scratching the floor and whimpering, trying to pull the chains that held her to the wall and trying to get to Y/N.
It was strange to see Isadora like that — having Isadora whimpering, grunting, trying to force her body forward, on her knees, wanting to drag herself to her feet...yes, Y/N felt like she was in some weird erotic dream...Which she would never deny, not even if she had to break her fangs or have to kiss a werewolf and get covered in his sperm to try to fake the possibility of being able to procreate her cubs.
Isadora tried to grunt something, she was trying to chew the gag with her fangs, trying to reach Y/N — Y/N was watching Isadora and, perhaps out of weakness, because she felt that...it was just this once. No one would get hurt, no one would remember; so, why not?
When Y/N noticed, she was already within reach of the werewolf who was grabbing her legs, even with her wrists tied to the hooks fixed to the wall, she hugged Y/N's ears, tried to purr while she stuck her snout against one of Y/N's thighs smelling your scent.
— Calm down, Wolf Girl. I'm here.— Y/N's hand ended up on top of the teacher's disheveled locks, her fingers digging into the strands and beginning a gentle stroke, massaging the werewolf's scalp, who was clinging to Y/N as if she depended on it.
— my beautiful and sweet little wolf..— Y/N's eyes began to darken slowly as the veins around her eyes stood out, her fangs were on display, Y/N held Isadora by the shoulders and pushed her away slightly, falling to her knees in front of the redhead and bringing her hands to the cloth gag, pulling the fabric and removing it from her werewolf's mouth — I need blood.. yours.
— Do you understand that, dear? — Y/N slowly pushed Isadora gently, bringing her hands to the side of her neck, moving up the sides of her head and going to the top of her hair, her fingers passing through the wolf ears at the top — Do you hear me?
Y/N slowly tilted her head as she heard Isadora's low whimpers as she whimpered Y/N's name in supplication, trying to grab her, pulling herself and murmuring "please..." as if she needed oxygen.
— I need blood. —Y/N grabbed the back of Isadora's hair, arching the teacher's body, the vampire took the opportunity to place her face on the side of her neck. — warm...— Her lips brushed against the soft skin, her tongue moistening her lips, which advanced in a local kiss before her tongue came and went straight up to Isadora's pocket spot. — Red..
She crawled up to the line of Isadora's jaw, who moaned at the feat, panting softly. Y/N let her lips wrap around the werewolf's earlobe, sucking it and then giving it a light bite, pulling it between her teeth and releasing. She leaned in a little more, her lips almost touching the semi-transformed werewolf's ear. — Warm, red, blood.
Isadora wasn't even able to react to the attack her neck took when she received a mega side bite that pushed her to the ground and had Y/N's body mounted on her hips.
Isadora let out a surprised moan – something hoarse between pain and pleasure, something strong and intoxicating enough to confuse her brain and make the werewolf dig her nails into the vampire's thighs, tearing the fabric of the jeans and managing to sink her claws into the vampire's pale skin.
It was around two in the morning that things got even more out of hand. Clothes had been ripped, chains had been ripped off, and Y/N was using the chain around her neck as a sort of guide for Isadora to follow exactly what she wanted. Oh, they made a huge mess indeed:
The piano was the scene of intense oral sex; Y/N was sitting on the closed piano, Isadora was placed on the piano bench and, with her knees open, Y/N held Isadora's chin and guided her between her legs, pulling the leash down, trapping Isadora in that space as she also passed her thighs over her shoulders and wrapped her heels around her shoulder blades, only allowing Isadora to breathe between pauses, letting her breathe between one tremor or another of Y/N who ended up weakening or softening on top of the piano according to the approaching orgasm.
Another episode was when they ended up rolling on the floor and Y/N ended up with her thighs between Isadora's, her hands resting on her abdomen and her hips moving in a friction that made both of them moan and scream.
There were so many bites, scratches, bruises, and other types of bruising—which actually drew blood—that it might even be worrying to outsiders. Well...who wouldn't find it disturbing that a vampire student had her back scratched so badly it was bleeding? Much of that blood was consumed by both parties participating in that brilliant scene that shocked even them in the morning, when they woke up naked, bruised, panting and so close to each other that it looked like a honeymoon scene.
Neither of them would talk about the time Isadora pushed Y/N so hard that they broke the shelf of decorative instruments. Y/N ended up with her mouth covered, she was turned so that her back was to Isadora, earning a hard slap on the ass and a knee shoved between her legs, forcing her to spread her thighs wide and hold on to the wall while Isadora stuck two fingers in her and bit her shoulder, licked the line of sweat that ran down the side of her neck, fucking her so roughly that she made the shards of the shelf groan with the impacts that led to the next thrusts.
Isadora will never comment, not even to herself, how exciting the moment she and Y/N kissed was, when Y/N's fingers buried themselves in the back of Isadora's curls and her nails dug into her scalp, her lips took Isadora's and Isadora could feel Y/N's tongue going so deep and exploring with such fervor that it made her weak in the knees and dizzy, but what really made her go crazy was when Y/N sucked her tongue — Ah, at that part Isadora almost declared a marriage and mating proposal.. Even though one of the proposals was being met at the time..
And neither of them would comment on how foul-mouthed they were, how rude they were, and how crazy they were. they both deserved each other and they knew it. Y/N tried to deny it with hatred for werewolves, making rude and inappropriate comments; and Isadora tried to deny it to herself, trying to maintain her demeanor as a teacher and a good professional. They tried, now if they get succeeded...

















