#sub vampire

Damn it.

Could today get any worse?

As if it wasn’t enough that he ran out of rations and his supplies got cut, you just had to be home all day when his symptoms began acting up. He couldn’t even avoid running into you at this rate and going out in his current state wasn’t possible neither. This led to him locking himself up in his room, trying his hardest to stay rational. His heart rate was spiking up, his mind getting fuzzy the longer he denied himself. There was this nagging instinct telling him over and over again— that he was in dire need of blood.

Stupid brain, what was he supposed to do, huh? It’s not like he could just ask someone ‘hey can I bite you real quick?’ without ruining his entire social life. He was supposed to be undercover as a human, to live a normal life…! Well, as normal as it could get, excluding the regular blood packs he needed to feed on. Luckily, you haven’t gotten wind of his true identity yet, despite being his childhood friend and roommate. He did try everything in his power to keep it that way.

If you ever found out he was a vampire, he doesn’t think he could handle the scrutiny. He was too afraid of the possible outcomes. But fuck, he really needed blood right now, he’s been depraved of it for almost two weeks, which is why he’s been having migraines all the time. Just what the heck are the suppliers doing?! He really should file a complai— “hey, are you alright? I saw you’ve been looking kinda down these days.”

Your voice cut through the haze of his ongoing dizziness, followed by the click of the door handle. How did he not hear your footsteps? He was supposed to have enchanted hearing..!

“Wait, don’t come in right now!” He immediately yelled at you, but it was too late. You came into his room and saw him crouching on the floor, clutching his chest. Anyone would have come to the conclusion he was ill, so you rushed to help him up and snapped at him, “you were sick and didn’t tell me?! What were you thinking— you are clearly in pain!”

This was bad. He knew you had good intentions helping him up and letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders, probably trying to get him to lay down on the bed. Even so, you were too close, and the position gave him real good access to your neck. Before he knew it, his instinct overtook his body, and he nuzzled up into your neck with a deep breath.

“What the..? What are you- wait, stop that!” You couldnt process the shock of him basically sniffing your neck like some creep fast enough. By the time you realised what was happening, he was already leaning into you with all his weight, even sticking his tongue out to lick a stripe up your throat..?!? It tripped your balance and caused you to fall over, pulling him down with you. This ended with him stumbling on top of you, straddling your waist.

You tried to get up, but couldn’t. So you settled for pushing your upper body up by the elbows, to have a slightly better view at him. “Urgh, gross! Why the heck did you lick my neck?!” Your hand reached up to rub the spot his tongue touched, feeling the slight wetness of his saliva. This made you freak out and you tried to push him off. A shudder ran down your spine, goosebumps breaking out across your skin, “seriously, what’s wrong with you? Are you having a fever or something?” You couldn’t tell if you wanted to be angry at him or worried.

He didn’t answer, only panting heavily as he tried again, getting awfully close. His lips were parted, his breathing uneven as he wrapped his arms around you, like some kind of pathetic attempt to trap or pin you down. To think your childhood friend would suddenly do something so atypical of him, he’s never done anything like this before. “Mhm… smells.. so good.” You heard him whisper, a flabbergasted expression plastered on your face.

“Are you crazy? Why are you clinging to me like this? Let go first.” When you tried to look him in the eye, you saw how cloudy his pupils were. Glazed over and all wet with tears. Sweat was running down the side of his head, and his grip kept changing between clenching and unclenching. His brows were furrowed as he gnawed out between gritted teeth, “I- I just.. I can’t control this…! It’s your fault for coming so close when I, I..” yes he:s a lost cause, he wasn’t being himself at all.

The one thing you did begin to understand was that he kept trying to get close to your neck. So you decided to simply ask him, “what are you trying to do right now?” You could see his lower lip tremble, his frame shaking on top of you. Such an idiot, you wondered what kind of mess he got himself into this time. “I’m not trying to do anything! I-I’m just… hungry…?” He answered meekly, which somehow ticked you off even more. Like, was he being for real right now?

“Then get yourself something to eat, damn it.” You snapped, though he quickly interjected, “no! Not that food, blood, I need blood!” He glared at you and slammed a hand to the ground next to you, something akin to a pout on his sour face. “So, c-can’t I have your… blood?” You were seriously too stunned to speak, staring at him like he just said the most outrageous thing ever, which he did.

There was something wrong here, this was the first time he pinned you down like this, acting so intimately and demanding blood of all things. “Is this some kind of prank right now.” He shook his head, furrowing his brows. His vision was swimming and he was holding back the urge to bite, the way his body kept telling him to ‘feast on the prey’. This wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want to force anything on you, someone important to him. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try begging though…

“I really, really need it… can’t you give it to me?” He whined, actually whined. Getting all whimpy now and pressing his forehead against yours, intruding on your private space. “Wait, why are you begging now? You want my blood that bad?” This was ridiculous, you were starting to suspect you are the one with a fever. “Yes…! Yes, I need it, I need it so bad. N-no more delays, give it to me, p-please…?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing your skin as he exhaled slowly.

While you were more confused than ever, wondering why he was acting so needy all of a sudden, the wildest idea ever crossed your mind. So, you wondered, “are you… like, a vampire?” And to your surprise, he nodded, his thighs squeezing you tighter. It was laughable, you didn’t know vampires were real, nor that the friend you’ve been with since little was one of them. In fact, it was making you quite upset. “So you are supposedly a vampire and you never told me?”

He didn’t respond to that, too caught up with the smell of your sweet, metallic life force just beneath this thin layer of skin he could easily pierce through. He opened his mouth wider, revealing the unusually long and sharp fangs, solidifying the reality of your situation. You could tell, even if every human is different, it wasn’t normal to have teeth like those…!

That means, your friend is a vampire currently trying to bite you… who would have thought you’d ever find yourself in such a situation? While he was acting quite sober for now, it didn’t change the fact that he clearly wasn’t. His eyes were still hazy. How frustrating, you were still upset about the fact he kept this a secret from you, enough that you pulled his head back by his hair and scoffed, “hey, if you want my blood, wait until you’ve got permission, got it?”

And he yelped, whimpering out loud as he was forced to make eye contact, “hnnghh…! I want it, I need it, please.. I-i haven’t had blood for so long, I’m gonna dieeee….!!” Hearing that did make you jump a little, so you let go of his hair. If what he said was the truth, it’d explain his life-less behaviour recently. Besides, dying…? You knew nothing about how real life vampires worked, but, would this mean he’s been starving all this time?! Was he really going to die on you?

While you were distracted, he instantly grabbed that opportunity and came up to you real close again, whispering into your ear with that sultry voice, “so please… let me have some of your blood…?” His free hand, the one not currently pinning you to the ground, began applying pressure against your chest, making you lay down entirely, eyes glassy with fat tears. “I really need it… please, please p-please…♡♥︎”

You thought about it and realised you actually didn’t mind it at all. Especially when it’s to help your friend. But, fuck, why was he acting so damn cute while in a trance? Nuzzling into you all pouty and meekly, glancing up at you with those pleading eyes, on the verge of crying… he was so desperate, you didn’t know your friend had this submissive side to him. It made you want to tease him, it almost felt criminal to not mess with him a little.

“I don’t want to give it to you, I’m still mad about you lying to me.” So you said, putting on a stern facade. He whimpered at the harsh rejection and tried to cuddle into the crook of your neck again. Though this time, you pushed him off with a hand. “I don’t think you’ve apologised for that yet.” You could see the way the gears were turning in his messed up lil’ brain, until he realised where he fucked up. “Ah… I… erm, m’sorry for not telling you… I was, hngh— I wasn’t ready yet, so please, uhm!! f-forgive me…?”

That sounded pretty honest. Though, was he moaning while speaking? Speaking of ‘moaning’, you did feel like something weird was pressing against you and— ah, your hunch was right on the nail. He had a raging boner tenting his pants. “Is it normal for vampires to get aroused when hungry?” You couldnt help but giggle, finding it somehow hilarious. That’s when he hit you with, “n-no…! No, it isn’t ahnghh… it’s because hnnGh, h-hic… it’s all because it’s you…♡”

Would you look at that. Who’d have guessed he’d be this honestly when craving sustenance, and that transparency was getting to you. To think there’d be a day you find him out of everyone to be cute. Fine, since he’s proven his sincerity, there was no reason to keep denying him, eh? “Alright then, since it’s you who’s asking, I’ll allow it.”

You were a mercenary, one specified in hunting down those bloodsucking monsters known as vampires. Your name was infamous among the humans and vampire race, known for your amazing methods and efficient execution. Though you don’t care much about fame, the only good things about it is it lands you many missions. Which is why you’ve been summoned to the castle of a faraway country, one that resides close to a forbidden forest.

These mysterious forests are strictly forbidden due to vampires living within them. It’s always dark and quiet in those places, befitting their taste. So you might think it’s alright if people just don’t go into the woods. Sadly something like that can’t be prevented. There are many valuable resources beneath these trees, and everyone is dying to get their hands on those. The price for material from the forest is also really high, and sometimes that’s the only hope for the commoners.

Even though it’s been agreed upon that humans shall not disturb the vampires for they own safety, your client, the king, wanted to raid the forest. He had his eyes set on the wood planted around the mansion of the monster, it had a beautiful dark colour and was very sturdy. Yet out of fear for the power of the entity, he didn’t dare set a single foot into the woods. That’s when you come into the spotlight, he wanted you, the most famous vampire hunter, to take care of this. Once the vampire is gone, he won’t be breaking any rules, right?

This was a common case for you, everyone used you to do their dirty work. That’s the life of a mercenary, disposable and self-destructive.

You walked through the lavish halls of the king, meeting him in his throne hall. He didn’t spare you more then one glance, shouting loud enough for his voice to bounce off the walls, “y/n, vampire hunter. I have an honorary task for you. I want you to bring me the head of the demon Fyodor Dostoyevsky and for that you’ll be greatly rewarded.”

Despite it sounding grandiose and imposing you knew how to stand your ground, asking for the exact amount you’ll be rewarded and an advance payment. The king on the other hand refused to answer, saying he doesn’t want you to run off with the money. What a joke, your previous feats aren’t just for show after all. There was no helping it, that’s life. You swallowed your anger and left, rolling your eyes as you prepared to set off.

The home of that demon was grande, almost as huge as the castle, he sure loved luxury. You circled around the house to secure your escape route before heading inside, the door opened with a climatic creak. What a cliche, does vampires not know how to take care of their home? Without sparing it too much thought, you stepped inside and called out for that monster, wondering why the ruler knew his name. They must have a long history between them.

“Fyodor! Heyyy, come out, do me a favour and make this easy.” You yelled, and soon enough, a shadow emerged from behind you. Before you got the chance to turn around, he mumbled with grace and elegance, “Y/n, the vampire’s greatest enemy. The one who pulled out the fangs of Dracula with your bare hand, and forced him to drink the blood of his comrades.” A shiver ran down your spine at his voice, it was low and pretty, enough to stir something inside you.

“That’s an exaggeration, I never did such things.” You turned around and chuckled, staring into his purple eyes. Before you stood a black haired young man with a puffy shirt and fitted pants. He wore many silver accessories, tons of necklaces hung around his neck. His appearance was very eye-catching, pretty features and pale skin, sickly so. “…but I may have a record of flirting with the enemy.” After seeing how beautiful he was, you decided to indulge yourself, flirting with him.

He didn’t pay your words any attention, instead he continued with his speech, “Mortal children strived to be like you, while we use your stories to scare the kids.” You stopped, a sense of pride engulfing you from the inside. “My, I am quite famous after all.” Fyodor furrowed his brows, as if he’s agitated, then he relaxed his expression and said, “I knew you’d come for me one day. And, I’m dying to try out your blood.” After saying that, he licked his lips before covering his mouth with his hand.

You laughed, catching him off guard. The sound of your voice was annoying, he felt like you were mocking him. Then you teased, “dear, do you really think you can touch my blood?” That was clearly a provocation, you looked down on him. He clicked his tongue, glaring at you. The moment you blinked, he rushed over to you, planning on taking you out with one swoop attack. You dodged him with ease, commenting, “not bad, but is this all?” And he ignored your remarks once more.

Seeing how serious he was, you’ll have to stop the joking soon as well. To be honest you weren’t in the mood for fighting, which is why you suggested, “How about this, fyodor-” “I didn’t give you permission to use my name.” He snapped, showing his fangs. “…then, lil’ vamp it is.” You chuckled, noticing how that pet name annoyed him further. “How about a deal? I’ll spare your life and you can have as much of my blood as I’m able to give you.” His pointy ears perked, intrigued by this proposal. It sounded enticing, but there’s nothing for free in this world.

“And what do you get out of this?” Fyodor asked, keeping his distance. He wasn’t going to heed the rules of a deal anyway, especially when made with a human. “Allow me to be a bit crude, but I want you to sell your body to me.” The boy froze in place, eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Were you aware of the implications of your own words? Was this another one of your mockery, your way of insulting him? “What makes you think I’d agree?” He questioned you, staring at your face with his scarlet eyes, trying to read you.

“I’m simply proposing a deal, you can decline or agree, it’s up to you.” Somehow you managed to sound unbothered and cheery despite the situation. No matter how fyodor wanted to decline, he knew this was his chance. If you fought with him seriously, he would eventually lose. Now, with you giving him new opportunities, he had to take them and put it to good use. “I’ll accept this for now, so, show me how sincere you are.” The demon demanded, and you answered with, “my pleasure, please show me to your room.”

Who would have known a day like this would come, where he got shoved into his own room, pinned to his own bed and humiliated in front of a human. It didn’t take long until you got him bend over on all fours, face pressed into his soft pillows. Any of his attempts to overpower you were futile, because you were physically stronger than him. That allowed you to pretty much manhandle him, denying him access to your neck. Once you got him into this vulnerable position, you didn’t held yourself back, asking him one last time if your deal still stands. After he nodded, you went all in.

Now you were breathing heavily while slowly entering his hole. His rim was tight and didn’t allow you any entrance, but you stayed stubborn, gently pushing your way in. “You are so tight, lil’ vamp.” You muttered, occasionally glancing over at him to see how well his reaction is. “Nghhh…! S-slow down, it hurts!” Fyodor groaned, cheeks flushed red as he realized the situation he was in, and that he never shared such intimate moments with anyone before. “…if I go any slower I wouldn’t be moving anymore.” You tried to reason with him, leaning down to press your body against his.

“HnnGh… t-then pull out…” He snarled, glaring at you while he felt your skin against his back, pressing him down, reminding him of your presence. How did things turn out like this? Why was he participating in such vulgar acts with his greatest enemy…? “Do you want me to? Then you won’t get my blood as well.” You whispered into his ear, licking his earlobe and the earring he wore. “Ha-haahhhH…! No, d-don’t.” The boy gasped, and you weren’t sure what he meant. But he seems to be enjoying himself, so you continued.

His hands gripped the white sheets with all the remaining strength he had, his ass reddened as he struggled to take you whole. That poor guy’s entire body was shivering, shaking as he tried to get used to this pressing sensation inside him. He could feel you stretching him apart, rubbing against his squishy walls. You smiled as you observed his efforts, one hand clasped over his hand as you intertwining your fingers with his. He had sharp nails, you could even call them claws. So you were worried that he’d poke holes into his sheets.

Your other hand explored his body, trailing down his spine with your fingertips, brushing over his body as if you were caressing a flower. “Hmm..! Uh-uhhng..! It f-feels weird..” It tickled him, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least he thinks it wasn’t. Next, you stroke his silky hair before grabbing his hip and mumbling tenderly, “you are doing good, don’t worry I plan on being nice for today.” What do you mean for today…?

Soon, your hips met with his, and you stopped moving until you were sure he was alright. “Good job.” You said, rubbing his blushing cheeks slightly. Then you held your wrist right in front of him, inviting him to bite you, giving him your approval. Without any once of hesitation, he sunk his teeth into your flesh, sucking viciously. He was feeling so weak from your actions, he needed that replenishment. Since he was distracted, you took that chance to start moving again, making sure to take your sweet time. Well, he looked like he’d break if you weren’t gentle with him. He had such a slim and frail physic after all. Just look at his waist, it’s so skinny you fear you could accidentally break him into two pieces.

Fyodor suck on your wrist, mind getting cloudy from the taste of your sweet blood. It tasted amazing, and it made him feel all foggy inside. As if he was getting drunk on it, addicted even. He made sure not to waste a single drop, lips pressed against your skin while he gulped down more and more of your vitality. Apparently he was so distracted he didn’t notice you pounding his cute ass, not until it was too late. You fucked him slowly but roughly, each time you’d thrust yourself as deep inside him as you could, feeling him clench around you so sweetly.

“HnMnh, nghh…” the vampire only whimpered meekly as he sipped your blood contently, feeling pleasure blossom everywhere inside him. You eventually quickened your pace, now rutting into him without any care in the world. It was instantly met with his mewling, a high pitched noise as he screamed in ecstasy. Fyodor couldn’t pull his thoughts together, tongue hanging out as some tears rolled down his face.

Then you pulled your wrist away from him, saying, “that’s enough for now. If you want more, you gotta work hard.” His eyes bore such a pitiful look as he begged you for more, face melting as he moaned around you, some of your blood sticking to his lips. “Ahhh… it felt so good, I-i don’t wanna stop..” he admit, hands shaking underneath you, his primal urges kicking in, infesting his desires and hunger.

“What is it that you want, fyodor?” The way you voiced his name made his knees go weak, tremble even. He panted heavily, trying to fill his lungs with air, to keep his composure. “I-I want more blood… I want your blood.” You smiled, seeing him so desperate fed into your own desires. And you felt like if you denied him any longer he was going to cry, considering his eyes were getting watery already. “Then come here, lil’ vamp.” You told him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you as you sat up, positioning him in your lap.

His first response was to whine as he arched his back forwards, legs turning into pudding as his hands shakily let go of the sheets, now clutching your thighs. “Ah-nGhh.. it’s so- so deep inside me.. it’s so foreign..?” Out of nowhere you turned him over, and he wanted to immediately bite your neck, but you covered his mouth with your palm. “Not yet.” As soon as he understood what you wanted, he wrapped his arms around your neck, bouncing up and down your dick like he was in heat. Your hand was still over his lips, so his moans all got muffled as they seeped through, “mHhnff, HnnGh, hmm…!!”

He rode you with fever and need. On one hand because he needed you and your blood on a carnal level, on the other hand due to him starting to enjoy getting fucked by you. After a while you took your hand away from him, now squeezing his waist with both hands, guiding his movements. Fyodor nuzzled against your neck, pleading with you, hoping you’d let him have some of that delicious red liquid again. “Y/n.. ah-huuHhn~ l-let me fed off you..? P-please..♡♥︎～?” You giggled to yourself, entertained and delighted, duty all pushed to the side as you said, “go on, take as much as you need.”

Needless of say, you two shared a long night together, and somehow, both of you ended up in endless love bites. Ops, what’s this? Oh no, his door is stuck! It must be because it’s so old~ oh no, seems you’ll have to stay at the mansion longer than expected… and his impending heat is coming up ♡