You Made Me Fall In Love With Vampire!leeknow

you made me fall in love with vampire!leeknow

he is just 🥹♥️🔥😩

Kinktober Day 26: Blood Play + Lee Know

For my love @hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~2.2k

Warnings: blood play, minho’s a vampire, lil bit of pain kink, oral f. rec., fingering, unprotected piv sex

Reader Notes: has breasts and a vagina

“I think I’m addicted to you,” Minho whispers as he watches you sleep beside him, the light of the moon highlighting the dips and curves of your naked body. He feels his chest tighten, knowing there can only be one of three outcomes now that he’s admitted the truth to himself. 

One: he changes you, and keeps you forever. 

Two: he doesn’t change you, and watches you die day by day before taking a sunshower as soon as you leave this earth. 

Three: he doesn’t change you, and he leaves you so he can have some hope of living out the remainder of his damnation without wanting to take a sunshower. 

He’s well aware he could never stand to carry out option three; he’d get no further than a mile before zipping back and wrapping you up in his arms. That just leaves him with options one and two, and he knows which one he desires. 

He knows what you want as well - you’ve been begging him to drink from you, to turn you, for months, and he’s held strong in his refusal to do either because he knows the second he gets to taste you, it’ll be over for him. He’ll be completely and irrevocably yours. 

But now… Now, he’s certain he can’t stand to be without you. Now, he’s willing to consider making you like him, even if it means tying you to him forever. Now, that’s something he wants. 

Just the idea of it is stoking the only heat left in his body, stirring up an arousal that’s only ever been this strong when it comes to you. 

He should let you rest, but he’s aching to be with you, to hear your voice and hold your gaze and feel the bright shine of your soul, so he grazes your cheekbone with an icy fingertip until you blink awake. Your eyebrows furrow and your lips pout, but your expression clears up when you lay eyes on him. 

“Morning, Min,” you whisper, your voice thick with sleep and your hands clumsy as they reach out to him. He used to try to keep himself away from you, scared that his low body temperature would make you cold, but he’s learned you run warm and knows you revel in the chill of him. 

Now, he brings you as close as he likes, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile as he pulls you into his chest, murmuring, “Good morning, my love.”

The sun has set but you’ve long since adapted to him, sleeping in the day and waking for the night, and though he wishes he could see you awash in sunlight, you look ethereal bathed in the glow of the moon instead. 

“I’ve been thinking…” He begins, his voice heavy and his words careful. 

“That’s dangerous,” you quip, making him pinch your cheek in loving reproach as he continues.

“I’ve been thinking that I’m ready to make you mine, if you still want that.”

“Minho, you make me yours nearly every night.”

“I should have been more clear,” he sighs. “I’m ready to drink from you, to make you like me, if that’s still what you want.”

Your breath stalls and you’re silent for what feels like eternity, the only sound coming from you being your beating heart. He feels himself freezing, feels his limbs turning to stone as he waits for you to respond. He’d be holding his breath if he needed to breathe. 

“Of course I want that, Minho. I always have.”

His face cracks into a smile, relief zipping through his body when you press a kiss to his jaw and follow it up with a light nip. 

“We’ll do it tomorrow. I want one last night with you like this,” he murmurs, tilting his head back to give you more room as you kiss down his neck. 

He wants one last night to explore all the ways your human body reacts to him, to bask in your warmth and smell the ambrosia of your blood, and finally, finally, finally, taste it. He wants to feel it dripping down his throat, pooling in his stomach, flowing through his veins, wants to have part of you inside him while he’s inside of you. 

He doesn’t waste any more time talking, knowing he only has a few more hours to take in this form of you, searching for your lips and connecting them with his when you pull away from his neck. 

Minho has never been one to rush, especially since he was remade, and he could (and will) spend all of eternity with his lips locked with yours, but already, he needs you. He needs your light and your warmth and your searing hot, perfect pussy wrapped around him. 

He needs to feel your heart beating against his chest and hear your ragged breaths in his ears and, more than anything, he needs to taste you on his lips, both your arousal and your blood. 

So he breaks away, dragging his lips down your throat and scraping the points of his teeth on your sensitive skin, leaving behind thin lines and welling droplets of blood. He licks over the marks, soothing the ache and groaning at the taste of you. 

He was right before when he said you were ambrosia. You taste like all of the heavens concentrated into one being, like pure starlight and comforting vanilla bean and home, and he wonders why he’s been depriving himself of this through all these months with you. 

Maybe because he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. He can control himself well enough to avoid killing you right now, but it’s a close thing. 

He forces himself to leave your thrumming pulse behind, pulling at the sheet to uncover you and laying kisses all over your bare chest before wrapping his lips around one nipple and sucking harshly. He plucks at your other nipple with gentle fingers, rolling, twisting, pulling until both are pebbled and hard, until your back is arching and your heart is racing, until he can smell your arousal on the air. 

It’s not enough for him to just smell it, he needs to taste it too. He drags himself away from your breasts, sucking kisses down the midline of your body and pushing your legs up and apart. He likes you spread out for him, likes to have room to work, and it occurs to him that for the first time, he can bite all over your thighs like he’s always wanted to. 

You won’t feel the soreness of the punctures for long, and you don’t have to worry about any bruising since it’ll all disappear once he changes you, so he sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and all at once, he’s drowning in you. 

He didn’t nick an artery but he’s found a juicy vein, and your blood is so much richer, somehow even tastier here. His head swims in you, your taste filling his mouth and his thoughts, and he has to remind himself of the euphoria waiting for him between your thighs lest he find all of it here. 

He withdraws with a shuddering gasp, surging forward and burying himself in your cunt so he doesn’t return to the slowly bleeding wound on your thigh, his tongue delving inside of you and his hands like steel where they hold your legs. You writhe all you want, know he’s strong enough to keep you in place, to keep you stretched out like he likes, your hips bucking and your taste growing sharper on his tongue as he pushes it inside of you.

Your arousal is just as rich as your blood, but it’s different too, thicker, headier, muskier, and he honestly can’t decide which he likes more. It’s a lucky thing that he doesn’t have to, can switch between your cunt and your weeping thigh at his will, the mixture of the tastes sending him to a height he’s never reached before. 

He almost feels selfish taking so much pleasure in your body when he hasn’t even made you cum yet, so he doubles down, purses his lips around your clit and sucks hard as he slides first one, then two fingers inside of you. 

His impatience gets the better of him, his fingers pounding into you at a supernatural speed as he pushes you kicking and screaming toward your orgasm. Normally, he’s methodical in how he takes you apart, but tonight, he’s come undone and all he can think about is unspooling you right along with him. 

Starting with making you cum, now. 

You’re already close, he can tell in the way your pussy won’t stop clenching around his fingers, and he decides now is as good a time as any to try something new. 

“Cum,” he thinks at you, waiting to see if you’ll hear him. Not everyone can, there needs to be a special connection, but he’s never known anything more special than you, so he’s fully expecting you to listen and behave. 

You do, thank goodness, you do. 

You don’t even question it, how you heard his voice in your mind, you just buck and squeeze and drip on his hand, your cunt undulating wildly around his fingers and your arousal spraying out to coat his face as he sucks and sucks and sucks at your clit. 

He pushes you through one release and brings you up to another, but you seem to have other plans. 

“In me, get in me, Minho!” You whine, reaching for him and tugging him closer. 

“I will, baby. I always give you what you need, don’t I?” He asks rhetorically, knowing your answer will be yes. You nod anyway and he loves you for it, licks up your bleeding thigh and rises to hover above you, hesitating to press his ruby tinted lips to yours. 

You close the distance, apparently not squeamish about the blood, and press your lips to his in a deep kiss. It rapidly spirals out of control, his tongue plunging into your mouth and warring with yours. He won’t concede tonight, wants to just take and take and take, and you realize this soon enough, backing off and letting him have the reigns. 

Minho doesn’t know how long he kisses you for, but he knows it’ll never be long enough. 

Blessedly, you’ll have the rest of time for him to kiss you senseless. 

Right now, all he needs to do is pull away, line himself up, and sink inside you. The pulling away part is easier said than done, and when you whimper and curl your hand around his cheek to hold him to you, he decides that’s not a part that necessarily needs to happen. 

He can align himself with you without breaking the kiss, and that’s exactly what he does. If you don’t dress, he doesn’t either, so there are no clothes in the way of him bringing his cock up to your weeping cunt and notching the head in your entrance. 

You moan into his mouth as he pushes inside, the taste of it almost as delicious as the flavor of your blood and your wetness. He swallows it down as he bottoms out inside you, sending into your mind an endless stream of love you, thank you, perfect, hot wet, never enough, never get enough. 

You hear him perfectly and sob in response, your inner muscles fluttering around him as he withdraws his hips and fucks into you again, building up a sharp, staccato rhythm. He can’t manage anything else at the moment, can only groan into your mouth and buck his hips again and again and again as he soars towards his own peak. 

One of his hands wriggles between your legs and finds your clit as he rips his mouth from yours and sinks his teeth into your neck, his bite aimed just to the side of your jugular so he doesn’t hit your carotid artery. 

Drinking from you and fucking you at the same time is a pleasure he never thought he’d get to experience, and it’s more exhilarating than he ever thought possible. He almost feels high with it, with the taste of your blood on his tongue and the incredible vice of your pussy around his cock, and when you start to cum, he knows he’s done for. 

You ripple and undulate around him and all he can do is suck harder and let go, let himself fall over the edge and let his balls empty inside of you, his cock twitching and pulsing as it shoots ropes of spend onto your clenching walls. 

Tomorrow, Minho will drain you dry while he’s filling you up with his cock, and then he’ll fill you up with his blood, and you’ll be just like him. 

He’ll miss the old you, the human you, the you he fell in love with, but he knows there are all sorts of discoveries to be made and experiences to be had with the new you, and he has no doubt he’ll love you just the same, if not even more. 

AN: omg this was so fun!!! i love writing supernatural stuff!! lmk if you liked it i need to know 👀

Kinktober Masterlist

Sooooooo… I’m a StayTiny and recently I’ve been thinking a lot about ménages, featuring reader + 1 Ateez member + 1 Skz member. 🥵♥️

But noooo waaayyy because today I was thinking the saaaaame thing AAAAAAAAA🦅🦅🦅🦅

Tell me, darling, what do you have in mind?

No but AAAAAAAAAAA🦅🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥🔥 to all of this

GIRL THE BINNIE THOUGHTS ARE STRONG

Like changbin just gives me the BIGGEST boy best friend vibes..

Sfw side he would go shopping with you, video games with you...yall literally do everything together, late night walks, your shoulder to cry on at wtf o'clock, you'd pull pranks on each other ALL the fucking time, he'd 10/10 always sleep over at your place bc it got too late and he'd take the couch to give you space. But then one night he finds himself in your bed bc "It's comfier" and he just refuses to leave and so do you (it's your before anyway) so now you just have this arrangement of going to sleep in your bed together and no one bats an eye....until the feelings develop

NOW THIS IS UP TO INTERPRETATION

but nsfw binnie would either slowly start getting more touchy and grabbed with you, lingering hands and lingering looks, if yall went clubbing he'd be pulling you closer and chasing other guys away by "mistake"....guess too many guys didn't like him around and thought he was your boyfriend...not his fault though....

NOW I SEE THIS GOING 2 WAYS

1. You get into an argument with him for always cockblocking you and he quips back with "because it should be me fucking you instead"

Or 2. The cliche movie night with your best boy and yall get extra cuddly until he's pulling you into his lap and grabbing your ass and tips while grinding up into you, please touch him he's been waiting so long AAH OKAY CLEARLY THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THOUGHT 🤣 like idk how buff this man is he's the biggest babie but uses his strength against you so much and is so cocky about how dumb you (me) go for him 🤣

Despite being the ultimate lee know stan binnie is my biggest wrecker and I brain rot over him so much

Pic for....brain food? 🤣

OHHHH MY GOSH BESTIE…… I hope you know I LITERALLY just queued this in my requests for a oneshot bc ??? HELLO???? The part about the bed PLEASEEEEE it would start so platonic too!! Like he would be so cute in his little pajamas whining about how “your apartment’s too cold☹️” so he’d make a literal NEST with your pillows and blankets and the two of you would be giggling so hard and it would just become an everyday thing somehow 🥺 and then at some point he showers at your place after the gym and comes out shirtless and you’re like??? 🫣 And he’s SO into teasing you about his muscles “go on, you can touch them if you want…” and even though you guys are still friends at this point- the sexual!! Tension!!!! At some point you start getting jealous of him bringing up random girls when he’s talking and he gets even more teasing about it “aww are you jealous or something? If you wanted me all along you could’ve just said that” but you’re so stubborn and headstrong that’s it’s always “NO I just don’t like her, duh”. And then it snowballs until he’s the one getting jealous… someone getting a little too close to you at the club, someone asking for your number when the two of you are out together. And at some point, you deny him the chance to stay the night because you’re completely set on bringing home someone from the club “Changbin, you can’t really stay the night tonight…” and with a gesture to the sleazy guy you’re all over he gets LIVID at the thought of someone else fucking you in your bed, in the spot he usually occupies. So he makes a scene, in true Changbin fashion, and he’s loud and rude and you’re angry that he’s cockblocking you like this when he’s always bringing up random girls and talking about all of his sexual endeavors?? Cue to crying in a taxi on the way home and yelling at him in your apartment. Where he completely shuts you up with a kiss and fucks the shit out of you in your bed, beside your little collection of plushies and pillows he’s so kindly gathered for you. Railing you into the mattress until you’re a drooly whimpering mess “is this what you want? Why didn’t you say something earlier? God you take me so well, baby, it’s always meant to be us. Now be a good girl and give me another one.”

Anyways. All this is to say I agree and Changbin request lined up. Ty bestie 🤭🫶 ILYYY

Full chapter tomorrow (;

Silk and Fire - Chapter 3 Preview

pairing: namjoon x f.reader x jungkook

genre: romance | drama | smut +18 MDNI

status: in progress

You can read about this story and other chapters here.

You go about your day as usual. Why wouldn’t you? Oh right… You had a dream in which Jungkook fingered you until you were a babbling mess about to cum. If that was not enough, in your dream, Namjoon was sleeping in your shared room while his friend made you moan and squirm under his touch. But that was it… it was a dream. You need to get over it so you stay busy. 

Big breakfasts were not your go-to thing every morning, however, today it needed to be. You blast music on your speakers as you cook and eat, your phone facing down somewhere in the living room, Jungkook’s follower request still there. It’s already too late for an elaborate outfit to go to work, so you just put on your nice jeans, a pink pale blouse, and your comfy work flats. 

Luckily for you, the day runs by with lots of things to tend to. Meeting after meeting, a full inbox, chitchat with coworkers. Great! 

“Hey, there’s someone here to see you,” Marcia interrupts your typing. You like Marcia. She is the best assistant one could have. Attentive, caring, amazing in what she does, and a true confidant and friend. 

“Huh? My next meeting is not until 3:30, I was about to take my lunch break. Is Mrs. Tang early?” you start fixing your makeup. No matter if you already met a client, you always double-check your makeup before a meeting. 

“Um… no, this is not Mrs. Tang. It’s a Mr. Jeon?” she raises her eyebrows, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. 

Walking in what appears to be slow-motion, there he is, Jeon Jungkook. Hoseok was completely right, he does like making a big entrance. He dresses in a casual black t-shirt with ripped jeans, glasses, and a messy hairstyle that gives him a look to die for. 

“Thank you, Marcia, you are so attentive,” he smiles at her. Marcia is a giggling mess, especially when Jungkook opens and closes the door for her, making direct eye contact.

What the actual fuck? 

“Wh-wha-what are you doing here? Wh-why? No,” you say standing up. 

He scans you up and down taking his time. 

“This is not… you can’t just barge in, there is a procedure and why are you here?” your tone getting more and more guttural in annoyance.

“I am here to take you to lunch.”

Fuck. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ I hope you enjoyed this little preview for the chapter to come... lmk if you would like to be tagged (;

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