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Please | Vampire!Hoseok | Drabble

Pairing: vampire!Hoseok x human!Reader (f)

a/u: some sort of post-apocalyptic, dystopian setting with vampires.

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: Hoseok is looking for something to relieve his boredom. He doesn’t expect it will be you.

Tags: some angst, minimal violence, a little hurt/comfort, and a smutty, happy ending

a/n: This turned out a little more angsty than I expected but the setting meant doing something not as ridiculous as I originally planned.

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Hoseok has never been this bored in his life. In his death? Being a vampire is confusing. Namjoon would probably wax philosophical about the question for a few hours. 

Some days Hoseok can’t remember how old he is, but he’s certain this is the most boring day he’s ever lived. Died?

“Stop complaining,” Yoongi says, not pausing his piano playing. The tarnished baby grand sits in a dark corner of the club. “Just because you want to be entertained every minute.”

“We are literally going to live forever—”

“Unless we take a bath in holy water, or get stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake.”

“—shouldn’t we have a good time?”

“You need a hobby.”

“I have a hobby.”

“Something other than seducing a fresh meal every week.”

“I do what comes naturally to me. Look, it isn’t my fault I’m so good at it. You wouldn’t understand.”

“No, I would not.” Yoongi’s voice is hard. He still feeds from bagged blood. Just the thought makes Hoseok want to gag, but Yoongi makes his own decisions. Since he was turned, he’s never fed directly from a human. Many of the men and women who frequent the club have tried to tempt him, but their efforts are useless.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon says. “You need to find one source and stick with her, because I can’t deal with these women crying at me every week.”

“See,” Yoongi insists, for once taking a break from the piano. “It creates problems for all of us.”

“I can deal with it.”

“It’s affecting our ability to run this club,” Namjoon insists. 

Hoseok knows it's messy, knows it’s not good for the club’s reputation. Pretty soon there are going to be more women he’s tried than those he hasn’t.

Namjoon doesn’t understand either. Namjoon has been with the same woman since they started this place. He’s perfunctory and polite when he feeds. God, it makes Hoseok just as sick as the bagged blood. They’re vampires, for fuck’s sake. Shouldn’t they have some fun? They didn’t choose this path, but at least they can make the best of it.

“I will try to be more boring—”

“Thoughtful and considerate.”

“—in the future.”

Yoongi goes back to playing the piano. Namjoon heads to the bar. The two of them have settled into this half-life better than he has. Disgruntled, he roams the club looking for anyone interesting. It’s more of the same, more of the women who don’t entice him and more of the women he needs to avoid. This is a waste of time, he thinks. He heads up the back stairs to the private balcony on the second floor. He can watch everyone down below. It’s a brooding sort of night.

Hoseok enters the small room to find it already occupied.

You’re the human Namjoon hired to work nights, tidying and cleaning. As far as he can tell, you’re quiet, good at your job and, currently, in his way. 

“Excuse me,” Hoseok says. “Can you come back later?”

You look up at him with annoyance. The scowl on your face deepens.

“I can’t.” You return to your work. 

“Surely, you can,” he insists, smiling at you. It’s a smile that usually works for him. 

“Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of velvet?”

“No, I don’t, but is that really important right now?”

“Blood stains are, in fact, very difficult to get out of velvet. The new vampires make a mess whenever they feed, and I have three more rooms to clean before I can go home.”

“Yes, well, why don’t you clean one of them?”

“Because I’m here, cleaning this one.”

Again, you return to your work. Hoseok attempts to tamp down his frustration. It’s made more difficult to do because he’s intrigued by you. He has been for a while if he’s being honest. You are not a human who throws yourself in their way. Namjoon has been very clear that they do not feed on the help. He started talking about their ethical obligations one night, and Hoseok mostly paid attention to him.

He takes a step closer. Even at this distance, he can sense the blood thrumming through your veins. Beneath the smell of the club, he smells something citrusy and homey. It reminds him of long-ago places. It gets under his skin in a way that makes him nostalgic and very, very annoyed.

You pause in your cleaning, glancing up at him. 

Whatever he is in this new life, he’s a predator. It’s settled deep in his bones. Most of the time, like now, he’s quite comfortable with it. 

Your heartbeat picks up.

“Maybe we can come to an arrangement,” he says. He knows he’s handsome, knows that there are certain things that are easy for him, and at this moment he’s glad of it. Glad of the bespoke suit, glad of his dark hair, glad of every bit of him that intrigues you. 

“Sir, I’ll be done in a few minutes,” you say, voice shaking. “Please come back.”

Hoseok’s smile is frozen. You’ve turned him down. No one turns him down, even before he was a vampire. He’s about to leave when a fresh scent hits him. It almost brings him to his knees. 

Your arousal is heady. You lick your lips, gaze going hazy. He can practically taste you, and he wants you more than he’s wanted anything in a long time. He wants you writhing beneath him, begging him for whatever he’s willing to give. 

You straighten, and he can see the way your hands tremble. Your legs look like they are about to fall to the floor. He could have you on your knees in a moment. He’s confident that you want nothing more than to be his plaything. 

For the first time in a long time, he’s looking forward to something. With one finger, he lifts your chin. He takes it all in. The way your eyes dilate, the sheen of sweat that he wants to lick from your skin, the blood he wants to taste. Unlike others, he knows how to feed neatly and with minimal fuss. He can practically feel the way you would flood his mouth. With all the pleasure he could give you, he would take his time.

You raise a hand. 

“I need this job,” you say, even as you sway towards him.

It’s on the tip of his tongue to push aside your concern, to convince you it would be worth it. But then you meet his eye. The war within you is plain on your face. You’re biting your bottom lip so hard it's swollen and red. He wants to lick you open, see what delights you have to offer him. But you stop him with a brief plea. 

“Please, sir.”

You breathe the words. He doesn’t know how difficult things can be out there. It’s been so long since he’s left the safety of the compound. He knows that you’re going to return home to some terrible dorm room, scrape together enough for a meal and then return tomorrow to clean more blood. It must be miserable.

“I need this job,” you say again. “Namjoon was very clear. We’re not to let you feed.”

For the first time since he’s become whatever this is, he’s ashamed. He knows you would acquiesce so sweetly. But you’ve asked him not to. 

What must you think of him? He can’t take advantage of you in this situation. Dammit, he was paying attention when Namjoon talked about their ethical responsibility. He won’t seduce someone who’s asked not to be, no matter how much he wants you. At this moment, he wants nothing else. 

He drops your chin. “Finish your work.”

Suddenly, Hoseok needs more, needs to get out, needs something different from this stale air to breathe. When he feels like this, he wants to forget himself. He can’t get drunk in this new state but thank god he can fuck. He’ll relieve his boredom where he doesn’t have to see you, want you. Hoseok decides to leave the compound. It’s just a few hours, he thinks.

&&&

Namjoon pays you for cleaning for the night. He asks again if you want to stay. 

“It isn’t safe out there,” he says. “Things are getting worse.”

“I’m fine,” you respond, even though it’s not true. There’s no reason for your stubbornness. But you’ve been on your own for so long, trusting anyone else goes against the painful lessons you’ve learned these past few years.

“If you change your mind…”

“I won’t,” you insist. “Your girl is here.”

Namjoon flinches. “She doesn’t belong to me.”

You don’t have time for the way the two of them dance around each other. They’re about to faint at a sight of an ankle. They’ll figure it out, eventually.

You hear the door lock behind you as you leave, walking down the alley to the main street. This isn’t the most dangerous part of your return to the dorms. It’s still fairly safe this close to the compound. You have a few blocks before you really need to worry. You should just take Namjoon up on his offer. They can provide more protection than anyone else. The dorms are getting worse. The sun is rising, and you look forward to sleeping. You just hope a certain vampire doesn’t plague your dreams. 

Hoseok is too beautiful. Nothing about life is fair, but this is what you decide to focus on. Too beautiful, too enticing, too much. It helps to be annoyed with his pretentious ass. It’s better than admitting how close you were to giving up everything for just one night with him. His reputation is well known. You’ve seen the women watching helplessly from the corners, wishing for another chance. It would be better not to know. On this chilly morning, though, you regret your convictions. Even if it was only the one time, you would rather be in his bed. 

A few blocks from the compound, you stumble over someone passed out on the street. You really need to pay better attention.

“Excuse me for being in the way,” the person says, “but I can’t seem to get up right now.”

You know that voice. 

You turn around. Hoseok is blinking at you. Even these weak sun rays must be more than he’s seen since he was turned. His face is gaunt. He looks like he’s aged decades in the last few hours. He meets your gaze, his mouth forming a surprised oh when he recognizes you. 

&&&

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you move to his side. He’s huddled under his black overcoat. 

“What are you doing here?”

He flinches at the irritation in your voice. It is strange to see him cower. He’s been nothing but absolutely inviolable in the time you’ve known him.

“I left the compound.”

His breathing, fuck does he even breathe, is labored. 

“I can see that.” Gingerly, you raise the coat covering his shoulder to inspect the damage. A large sliver of wood is embedded in his stomach. It looks gruesome and painful.

“Fuck,” you say, covering your mouth with your hand. He’s bleeding, and it must be bad because his body isn’t healing the wound like it should. He should be fine even from such a horrible attack.

“Luckily, the men who attacked me don’t seem to know where the heart is located.”

“Why aren’t you healing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you should,” you say, voice raised. You’re flustered. You need to be back to the dorms by sunup or the gates will be locked, and you’ll be left in the city on your own. It would not be wise. Hoseok needs to be back to the compound before the sun gets any higher, or he will certainly die in the next few minutes. 

“There is something that could help,” he says.

Oh no, you think.

“I need to drink,” he says through gritted teeth. “Please.”

You sit on the ground next to him. The guards could be locking the gate now. You don’t have time for this. 

“If someone sees us…” you say. 

He knows what it means. He knows you’ll both be killed if a roving guard sees him drink your blood. The clubs are one thing, but on the street? They’ll execute both of you and then go to breakfast. 

“Please,” he repeats. There’s anguish in his voice and his usual bravado is gone. He’s begging you, and you won’t deny him. He doesn’t deserve to die. None of you deserve the mess the world has become.

You thrust your wrist in front of his face. 

“Hurry,” you say, but you needn’t have bothered. His fangs are out and grazing your skin before the word is out of your mouth. 

He meets your eye, as if asking for permission.

You steel yourself for the pain. You bite your lip. The last thing you want to do is draw attention to the two of you by crying out. You nod.

The bite hurts like a mother-fucker. Why are humans waiting in line to be used this way? You want to tear your arm away, but he’s gripping too hard, and it would only cause more damage.

But as fast as it started, the pain ebbs. The most delicious pleasure surges through you. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Now you wish you had straddled him, crawled into his lap. This is insane. It feels so good. You whimper before you can stop yourself. All the arousal you felt earlier in the night coming back with a force. You risk looking at the sight of him feasting on you. He pauses from his drinking to lick the blood that’s dripping on your skin. He whispers your name, and you seem to feel it in your bones. You lick your lips. Through the delicious haze, you realize that he’s healing. The color has come back to his face, and he no longer looks weak. He’s going to be okay.

He repeats your name. 

Reluctantly, you try to focus on what he’s saying. Why doesn’t he want to just stay here? You offer him your wrist again. 

“You are literally killing me,” he says, standing, but he doesn’t look away from the blood dripping from your wrist. The wound is healing now.  Soon it will be nothing but a memory.

“I’m saving you,” you say, feeling drunk. “I’m literally saving you.”

“Come on,” he says. He’s fully healed now. He’s moving with that preternatural grace that he has. You hate it.

“I need to get you back to the compound before we’re found.”

You can’t seem to move your legs. He puts an arm around you and helps you walk across the street. The sun is getting higher, and you know he’s getting weaker with every step. 

“Take more,” you say.

He wants to refuse, you know. He tries to look at you as if he is disdainful, but he licks his lips. 

“Go on,” you say. “It’s the only way we’ll make it back. You need to be able to fight if we’re caught.”

Even as you get excited at the thought of him drinking blood, you know it’s true. It’s a miracle none of the roving guards have found you yet. 

He drinks again. You don’t remember the rest of the walk to the compound, you just remember the feeling of warmth running through you. Warmth that you haven’t felt in a long time. 

“What have you done?” Namjoon asks. He says it so forcefully it wakes you out of your stupor. 

“I didn’t do anything,” Hoseok protests. 

“I saved him,” you announce to Namjoon and Yoongi. 

“She works here,” Yoongi says. “She’s human, and she missed the curfew.”

You are rapidly sobering. Hoseok is carefully tending to your wrist. He puts the bandage on slowly.

“What happened?”

Hoseok explains.

“She’s going to her own room,” Namjoon announces. He turns to you. “You know you’re welcome here.”

You nod. Hoseok watches you go without protest. You wish he would follow. 

After an hour alone in the room where Namjoon left you, you decide you’re being foolish. 

Your existence has been miserable for the past few years. The memories of the before times fade with each passing day. There is only this present where you work your fingers to the bone just not to starve. You can’t remember the last time you slept through the day, knocks on your door, security checks by the guards and the unidentifiable noises of your neighbors. It all conspires to leave you tossing and turning on the floor. 

This small room, though, a storeroom behind the kitchen, is warm and tidy. You have more than enough blankets. Sleeping this far inside the compound, you’re safe for the first time in a long time. Namjoon won’t fire you given the circumstances. You saved his friend at great personal risk. You should’ve taken him up on the offer to stay long ago. He’ll make it again, and you’ll agree. You look around this little room. It is more than adequate, and it will be a good place to lay your head. Namjoon is a good boss. He’ll make sure that you have food. If you are going to trust anyone in this new world, it is these three. Everything you’ve heard about the vampires has turned out to be false, except their beauty, of course.

Knowing that you don’t have to return to the dorms should be enough to let you drift into sleep. If only you could, but the memories of the morning won’t let you. 

When was the last time you felt anything other than vaguely hungry and scared? When was the last time you felt that blissful? No wonder those who can afford it come to this club every night hoping for some reprieve from the monotony. There is so little pleasure in this world. Why not cling to what you find?

It may only be one night, but it would be worth it. You’re tired of scrapping by with this menial existence. He wants you. He made that clear before he left the club. What do you want?

You unwrap yourself from the blankets and fold them neatly, setting them on top of the boxes. You may not have more than one night with him, but why deny yourself? 

When you open the door, Hoseok stands at the other side.

After his initial shock, he leans against the doorway. “Are you comfortable here?”

“It’s much better than the dorms.”

His eyebrows raise as he takes in the small room. You wonder what it looks like to him. 

“Trust me.”

“I do,” he says. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask. You hope your voice sounds more astonished than accusing, but you can’t remember the last time anyone surprised you in a good way.

“I never… I never said, thank you.” He can’t meet your eye. Again, it is extraordinary to see him doing anything other than commanding a room. “You saved my life. My death?”

“It seems like it would get confusing.”

“It does!”

“I bet Namjoon would know.”

“He would just talk about it for hours and not reach a conclusion.”

You shrug. “It would probably remind him of whoever he was before.”

You want to ask him who he was before, but you don’t know him that well. Suddenly, your plan seems foolish. You really thought you could proposition him? What in the absolute hell?

“Where were you going?” he asks, glancing behind him as if it would offer an explanation. “Don’t leave. If you leave, Namjoon would kill me dead, fully dead.”

“We can’t have that. I just saved you.”

“Are you okay?”

The answer to that question is obviously no, but you’re so tired of thinking and not acting. The last thing you want to do is have a conversation with him.

“I was coming to see if you want to feed again.”

His smile quickly changes from one of astonishment to a sly grin. Like a spell holding him back has been broken, he moves toward you. The languid feeling you missed so much since he fed from you returns, as if your body remembers, as if it can’t deny itself pleasure.

“Good girl.” He raises a hand to caress your cheek. “Is that all?”

You shudder at the praise and from the way he stands so close to you, eliminating any separation between you.

You shake your head. Thankfully, you don’t have to think of a response because he kisses you.

You’re lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, of his tongue exploring and tasting. He takes his time. You suppose he has a lot of it now. You’ll take as much as he’s willing give you.

He pulls back and you’re panting, catching your breath but wanting more.

“Wait a minute, what are you doing here?” you ask.

“I’m checking on you. You know, being a gentleman.”

“Hope not too much of on.,” 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.” He takes your hand. “Come with me.”

He leads you through the many hallways of the cavernous building. Anticipation builds, when, after climbing staircase after staircase, he ushers you into what must be his bedroom. He lights a candle on the bedside table. 

A large bed takes up most of the space. It has tall ceilings, and you must be on the top floor. There is a small desk and a comfortable chair. It looks like someone lives here. It’s been so long since you’ve seen an actual room. 

Thankfully, Hoseok has as little interest in talking as you do. The door shuts firmly behind you, and he’s kissing you.

You whimper into his mouth. His hands are everywhere, running down your hips, up your back, palming your breasts, like you’re going to disappear so he’ll make a memory of you while he can. 

He kisses your neck, and you pause. Will he feed again? Your body shudders at the memory.

“I can’t,” he murmurs, not stopping in his exploration of your body.

You groan.

“It isn’t good for you if I feed too much, too often.” He pulls back, looking at you in the eye, willing you to understand. “We need to wait a few days. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You better.”

Before you can even get the words out, he slots his thigh between your legs, a silent request to rub yourself against him. You don’t mind the moan that pours from your lips. It feels so good. It’s been so long since you’ve felt anything so good. He’s kissing you again, hard, and you like the sensation of the door against your back and Hoseok against your front.

“Need to taste you,” he says.

With trembling hands, you push down your jeans. He drops to his knees. He just fucking inhales like you’re a fine wine or something. When was the last time you were the focus of such attention? He licks a strip up your wet slit, and he grips your thighs, leaving marks, you’re sure. You fist your hands in his hair, bucking against him, wanting more. One night will never be enough with him. 

Eventually, after making you beg. He's sucking on your clit, thrusting his fingers into your tight, wet heat. 

“I’m gonna…” you moan.

“That’s it, wanna feel you come on my tongue.” He pauses in his actions, looking up at you with a slick mouth, running his tongue along his lips like he doesn’t want to waste any. “Please.”

Now when he licks you, you’re primed and ready to come on his tongue, helpless to do anything but let the sensation overtake you. It’s building and building until you come, body trembling with the pleasure, unable to do anything but call his name. 

He sits back on his heels, watching you writhe, his fingers still moving inside you as your orgasm slowly subsides. You’re leaning against the door, barely able to stand up.

“That was… what the hell?”

He laughs at you, and you don’t mind. You would do anything to feel that way again. 

“Don’t worry,” he says. “We’re just getting started.”

You pull off the rest of your clothes as you walk to the bed. You sense him behind you, and you hear his clothes as they hit the floor, the clang of his belt, the thump of his jacket. Each punctuation makes you more excited. 

You crawl on the bed, and you feel the mattress dip behind you as he joins you. You flip over on your back, watching him stalk towards you. He kisses you, leaving you drunk on the sensation, before sitting up on his knees, stroking his thick cock, and all you can think is that you need him to fuck you and badly. You’re about to beg when he rubs the head of his cock over your slick pussy. He pulls back when you try to entice him. You groan in frustration, but he's as calm as you’ve ever seen him, completely in control and only going to fuck you when he’s good and ready. 

“Needy,” he says, and you feel yourself flush more than you already are. “I like it.”

Finally, fucking finally, he pushes his cock into you, and you feel every inch stretching you out, taking his time so that you can accommodate him. He moves hesitantly at first. 

“More,” you demand. 

He laughs at you, but he agrees to your request. He works up to fucking you hard, until your entire world comes down to this man, pounding you until you feel drunk on his cock, unable to remember your own name, lost in the sensations you thought were gone from you forever. 

He pulls out, and you whine, before he flips you over until you’re face down, ass up and he can fuck you from this angle as good as he can the other. You’re pretty sure, you’re drooling, and you don’t give a fuck. When you want him to speed up, he slows down again, taking his time and making you beg. 

“Please,” you say in a mindless drone.

He slaps your ass, and this too has you almost coming. “What do you say?”

Somewhere in the haze of your mind, even as he’s pounding your pussy, you know exactly what he wants. At this moment, you will give him anything. 

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and you’re coming again, throbbing, and his release isn’t far behind. His thrusts are frantic, and even in your fucked out haze you love that you’ve made him lose even as much control as he has. 

He pulls out and lays down next to you. You can barely catch your breath, barely get the words out. “Thought you were going to make it up to me.”

He laughs and pulls you down for another kiss, fully ravaging your mouth. 

“I didn’t say we were done.”

You wake in the night. It’s dark. The candle he lit has long ago burned down. You’re the small spoon in this spooning situation. He’s wrapped around you, like you’ll disappear into smoke if he lets go. You like the feeling of being contained, of being held. You also like the feeling of his hard cock against your ass. You can’t help the way you rut against him. It has been so long since you’ve gotten what you wanted, since you’ve been able to reveal in something that wasn’t loss or despair. You turn in his arms, facing him now, leaving kisses on his neck, snuggling into him. You wrap your leg around him. He wakes slowly, and you hear the laughter in his voice. 

“Needy.”

It isn’t a question. You whimper as he tilts your chin up so he can kiss you thoroughly, ruthlessly. With his hands on your hips, he shifts your weight so you’re straddling him. Now you both moan as you move against him. 

“Take what you need, baby.” 

He doesn’t need to ask twice. You’re already wet from the way he’s been kissing you, and now you sink on his hard cock. He feels bigger at this angle, and he felt huge before. You bite your lip as you move. 

He murmurs the sweetest, filthiest encouragement, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He grips your hips, thrusting up into you until you’re calling out his name, coming again as he continues his relentless assault. Never have you felt such pleasure, and you wonder if you will again. 

&&&

Hoseok wakes, and it takes a moment to realize that he slept. He can’t remember the last time he actually slept. Vampires can, of course. He just didn’t feel the need to for a long time. He’s been too restless. 

You’re curled in his side, and he likes the feeling of you tucked there next to him. He smiles when he thinks of the how needy you were, of how desperate you were to use him for your own pleasure. He enjoyed it, too. The way it seemed to overtake you. How you abandoned any prior shyness in order to take what you wanted. He wants to see that side of you more often.

Your breath is soft as you sleep. You look peaceful, and he hopes you don’t have nightmares. He’s got no idea what you’ve been through, but he plans to make you forget. You should be comfortable and cared for. Namjoon will be pleased that he’s done roaming. He’s found you, and he’s hoping you’ll stay. 

After rising and, raiding the kitchen for actual food, he walks up the last staircase to his bedroom. He chose this room because it was so far away from the others. He likes to know that you are waiting for him, like a heroine in a fairy tale. For the first time in a long time, he’s nervous. 

“Where are you going?” is the first thing he blurts when he sees you dressed and leaving his bedroom. 

He’s surprised you, and there’s a look of shock on your face. 

“I just assumed…”

He needs to fix this.

“Stay,” he blurts out. “Stay here, with me.”

“For how long?” you ask, a suspicious look in your eyes.

“As long as you like.”

A ghost of a smile graces your face. 

“Don’t worry about Namjoon.”

“I don’t.”

“Let me convince you,” he says, stepping forward to take your hand.

You lead him back to his room. “It might take a while.”

“It’s alright. We’ve got time.” 

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