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feinzleclerc · 19 days ago

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A Hundred Kisses I've Already Given You | CL16

starring ; charles leclerc x reader fem!

summary ; Where you make a list of 100 kisses very important to you and Charles.

warnings ; English is not my first language.

word count ; 5k words.

notes ; PART 2, 3, 4 & 5 COMING SOON

Then I got really excited and only the first part was 5 thousand words! 😅 The next parts will be coming soon.

MAIN MASTERLIST & CHARLES LECLERC MASTERLIST

01. Morning Kiss

The golden sun streams through the gaps in the linen curtains, painting warm stripes across the unmade bed. The air still carries the coolness of dawn, mingled with the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee drifting from the distant kitchen.

Charles Leclerc is half-asleep, his unruly curls tousled over his forehead, but he smiles when his eyes meet yours. His hand—marked by subtle veins and a tan from countless hours training under the sun—caresses your face with a tenderness that makes your heart race.

— Bonjour, mon amour... — he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, as he leans in for a slow kiss.

Your lips meet in a gentle, almost lazy touch, yet brimming with unspoken promises. The dawn light wraps around you both, highlighting the golden flecks in his lashes and the glow of your smile against his. His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer, while the world outside—with its races, deadlines, and noise—seems to fade away.

02. Kiss on the Top of the Head

The apartment is silent, save for the sound of pages turning and a pen scratching against a notebook. You’re deep in your studies, legs curled on the sofa, laptop open, and a half-forgotten cup of tea on the coffee table. The vanilla scent of a burning candle mixes with the soft fragrance of your shampoo—something light, like cotton flowers.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders from behind, and before you can react, Charles presses his lips to the top of your head in a kiss that’s equal parts affection and longing.

— You work too hard... — he murmurs, his voice soft, as his fingers play with the ends of your hair.

You smile, tilting your head back to look at him. He’s barefoot, wearing a loose T-shirt, his hair still slightly damp from the shower, as if he’s just returned from training. His gaze is tired but warm, and when his hand brushes your shoulder, you feel the callouses on his fingers—marks of hours spent gripping the wheel.

— I need to finish this... — you protest, but you’re already leaning into him.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest, and kisses your hair again before whispering:

— Fine, but after this, you’re all mine.

03. Kiss on the Shoulder While Cooking

The smell of garlic sizzling in butter fills the air, mingled with the aroma of red wine lightly splashing in the pan. You’re focused, stirring the risotto with one hand while the other grips the wooden spoon like an extension of your arm. French music plays softly from the phone on the counter—something Charles chose, of course—and the improvised candles cast dancing shadows on the walls.

Just as you turn to grab the grated cheese, he appears behind you like a ghost. His arms wrap around your waist in a loose embrace, and before you can complain about the interference, his lips press a light kiss to your bare shoulder—right where your oversized T-shirt has slipped down.

— Smells good... — he murmurs against your skin, and you feel his smile form there, warm and familiar.

— You’re distracting the chef — you say, trying to sound stern, but your voice comes out softer than intended.

He laughs, the sound vibrating against your back, and pulls you closer, completely ignoring the fact that the risotto might burn. His hand—still with a faint trace of grease under the nails, remnants of his earlier training session—intrudes over yours, guiding the wooden spoon with gentle pressure.

— This is our risotto, not just yours. — he argues, kissing your shoulder again, slower this time, as if memorizing the taste of your skin mixed with the scent of dinner.

And when you turn your head to face him, he’s so close that your nose almost brushes his. His eyes—green like Monaco’s fields under morning sun—dance with yours, and for a second, the risotto, the music, even the faintly burning garlic in the pan—all of it disappears.

04. Goodnight Kiss

The bedroom is bathed in the golden half-light of the bedside lamp, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The bed—a territory of rumpled sheets and contested pillows—looks inviting after a long day. You're already settled in, blankets pulled up to your chin, your hair spread across the pillow like a messy halo.

Charles lies beside you, propped up on one elbow, his fingers tracing slow paths along your exposed arm. He looks at you with an expression that's equal parts exhaustion and devotion, his eyelids heavy with sleep but still reluctant to close.

— You're beautiful like this... — he murmurs, his voice rough, almost like a sigh.

You smile, reaching up to touch his face, feeling the scratchy texture of his stubble beneath your fingers. He turns his head to kiss your palm in a gesture so natural it feels like part of an ancient ritual.

The kiss is slow, sweet—as if he's trying to memorize the taste of your lips before sleep takes him. His hand cradles your face, his thumb stroking your temple as his lips move against yours in a lazy, almost sleepy rhythm. You breathe in his scent—toothpaste and something inherently *Charles*, something warm and familiar that makes you want to bury your face in his neck and never leave.

When he finally pulls away, it's just enough to murmur against your mouth:

— Sweet dreams, mon amour.

Then, with one last touch—his lips brushing your chin, quick and light as a butterfly's wing—he reaches over to turn off the light.

In the darkness, your body fits against his like puzzle pieces, and the last thought you have before drifting off is that no matter how many races he wins, nothing compares to this quiet moment when he belongs only to you.

05. Kiss on a Bruise

The afternoon sun in Monaco paints everything in gold, glinting off the asphalt still damp from a passing rain. The bikes lean against the sidewalk, their wheels spinning lazily before coming to a stop, as if tired from your adventure through the city's steep streets. You sit on the seawall, breathing deeply, your scraped knee throbbing under the salty breeze.

Charles kneels in front of you before you can protest, his hands firm but gentle as they wrap around your ankle. His eyes—green as the Mediterranean under the sun—are serious as they examine the scrape with the same focus he gives to the curves of the racetrack.

— It's not that bad... — he murmurs, though the frown between his brows betrays his worry.

The mineral water from the bottle he brought spills over the wound, and you grimace, your fingers gripping the wall behind you. He blows softly, the cool air easing the sting, and then—without warning—he presses his lips lightly to the side of your injured knee, a kiss that's more breath than touch.

— There. All better now. — He says it like a spell, tilting his face up with a mischievous grin.

You laugh, your heart beating faster than it did climbing the hill, and nudge his shoulder.

— Kissing bruises only works on kids, you know.

He rises in one fluid motion, his hands finding your waist to pull you close. His nose brushes yours, and you breathe him in—sweat, salt, and that subtle cologne he wears even on the simplest days.

— Then I'll have to kiss something else... — he whispers, and before you can reply, his lips find yours in a kiss that tastes like the sea and unspoken promises.

Your knee still hurts a little. But honestly? You can barely remember why.

06. Paddock Kiss

The paddock buzzes around you—engines being tuned, radios crackling, the hum of conversations in a dozen languages. But in the middle of the chaos, the two of you walk slowly, as if the world has slowed down just for this moment.

Your hands are intertwined, his fingers—strong and slightly rough from gripping the wheel—tangled with yours so naturally it makes your chest ache. Suddenly, he stops, pulling your hand to his lips.

A kiss. Soft, almost reverent, on your knuckles, right where a ring might one day sit.

— Do you know what I think when I see you here, in the middle of all this? — Charles asks, his voice low, his green eyes bright under the paddock's artificial lights.

You shake your head, curious.

— I think that no matter how many turns I face out there... — He presses your hand to his chest, where his firesuit still smells like gasoline and effort, — I'll always have you as my safe harbor.

Your face warms, but you don't look away.

— What if someone sees? — you tease, feigning concern.

He laughs, the sound rough and intimate, before pulling you into a quieter corner behind the team trucks.

— Then they're lucky. Because I can't hide what I feel for you.

07. Apology Kiss

The apartment still holds the echo of your argument—the silence now thick, broken only by the irritating tick of the wall clock. You're curled on the couch, hugging a pillow like a shield, staring at the window where Monaco's lights flicker like false stars.

Charles appears in the bedroom doorway, barefoot, his hair a mess from running his hands through it during the fight. He hesitates for a second—takes a deep breath—then crosses the room in three long strides.

Without a word, he kneels before you, his hands resting on your knees. His eyes, usually so bright, are dark.

— I'm sorry... — His voice comes out rough, broken.

You frown, still resisting, but he's already pulling your hand—the same one he held for the first time in the paddock, the same one he kissed after that Silverstone victory—to his lips. He presses a desperate kiss to your fingers.

— I need to apologize too— — you murmur, but he doesn't let you finish.

The kiss comes then—not on your lips, but on your forehead. Lingering, warm, heavy with everything left unsaid. You feel him tremble slightly, as if holding back something much bigger than an apology.

— I was an idiot. — He whispers against your skin, his hands now cradling your face. — I'll do better.

When you finally meet his eyes, it's just Charles—the boy who drives like a demon but holds you like something precious—and suddenly, the fight doesn't matter anymore.

You tug his collar, pulling him in. The reconciliation kiss tastes salty—half your tears, half his.

08. Victory Kiss

The paddock party roars around you—champagne popping, team members shouting, camera flashes exploding—but everything disappears when Charles spots you. He's still in his unzipped firesuit, sweat mixed with champagne foam in his wild curls, and his smile when he sees you is brighter than the trophy in his hands.

— You saw that?! — he yells, sprinting toward you like he's still going 300km/h.

Before you can answer, he lifts you into the air, spinning you like you're the podium itself. His lips crash into yours in a kiss that tastes like gasoline, champagne, and something that exists only between you two—pure euphoria.

— That was for you — he murmurs, his forehead pressed to yours, his breathing still ragged from the race.

You laugh, wiping champagne foam from his nose with your finger.

— Liar. It was for the trophy.

He tightens his grip on your waist, the number "16" on his firesuit staining your clothes, and steals another quick kiss.

— The trophy doesn't kiss me back, mon amour.

09. Healing Kiss

The blood wells up before you even feel the pain—a quick, shallow cut on your index finger from mishandling a knife while trying (and failing) to peel mangoes for dessert.

— Merde! — Charles drops the cutting board instantly, cradling your wrist. His green eyes darken with concern, examining the cut like it's a mechanical flaw in his car.

— Ow, it's nothing... — You try to pull away, but he's already bringing your finger to his mouth.

And then it happens:

His lips press against the wound in a kiss that's too warm to be just medicinal. His tongue swipes away the blood with a care that makes your stomach flip.

— Better? — he asks, his voice rough, his eyes now filled with a different kind of worry.

You swallow hard. The cut? Barely remember it. The problem? Your racing heartbeat.

— That's not... hygienic, Charles.

He grins, that mischievous charm flashing across his face.

— You're right. — He agrees, before pulling you in by the waist and capturing your lips in a kiss that's definitely not medical. — But you prefer it this way, don't you?

10. "It'll Be Okay" Kiss

The apartment is dark, only the blue glow of the TV illuminating Charles' face—the replay of his disastrous race still looping silently. He sits on the floor, leaning against the couch, an untouched bottle of still water beside him. He hasn't even touched the whiskey you know he prefers on bad days.

You kneel behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and feel the tension leave him in a sigh that almost hurts.

— I can't... — His voice cracks, rough from gritting his teeth through those final laps. — Everything I touch turns to dust.

You turn his face toward yours, your hands firm on his stubbled cheeks.

— You're Charles Leclerc. The same man who won me over during that storm in Spa. The same one who makes Scuderia tremble when you hit the throttle.

He closes his eyes, but you don't let him.

— Look at me.

When he does, you kiss each eyelid—first the right, then the left—like sealing a promise.

— There's one turn you've never messed up — you whisper, your lips hovering over his. — The one that leads back to me.

Then, slow as Eau Rouge in slow motion, he pulls you into a kiss that needs no words.

When you part, he holds the back of your neck, forehead resting against yours:

— Tu es ma boussole... (You're my compass) — he admits in French.

You smile, stealing another quick kiss:

— And you're my driver. Now get up. The next race is already waiting.

11. Nose Kiss

The room smells like Vicks VapoRub and lemon tea, the sheets tangled from your restless turning. Buried under blankets with a red nose and glassy feverish eyes, you barely register Charles entering with a steaming bowl.

— Brought nonna's soup — he announces, sitting carefully on the bed's edge like you're made of porcelain. His pride over the homemade soup is almost cute, considering he nearly burned the kitchen down last week.

You pout.

— Can't even taste it properly...

He laughs, smoothing your tangled hair—the same fingers that adjust front wings with millimeter precision now patiently detangling your strands.

— Poor little thing — he murmurs, and before you can protest, his lips brush the tip of your red nose in a kiss that's more breath than contact.

— Ew, Charles! You'll catch it! — you complain, but he's already grinning, completely ignoring biological hazards.

— I'd take a thousand sick days over one without you — he declares dramatically, his accent thicker just to make you smile.

When you finally swallow the first spoonful (surprisingly good), he steals another nose kiss—longer this time, like a seal of approval.

— Maybe my kisses work better than medicine — he teases, that familiar smirk appearing.

12. Laughter Kiss

The apartment still echoes with your last burst of laughter—the kind that hurts your stomach and leaves tears in your eyes after that terrible joke you told. Charles is nearly rolling on the sofa, his curls disheveled and face flushed from laughing.

— No way you found that funny! — he gasps between laughs, his voice pitched higher than his team radio during qualifiers.

You try to retaliate but end up laughing too, and that's when he pulls you in.

The kiss happens mid-chaos—clumsy, with both your lips still curved in smiles, teeth accidentally clashing. It's messy, and that's what makes it perfect.

— That was... our worst kiss ever — you giggle against his mouth, but he just tightens his hold.

13. Wrist Kiss

The bedroom is quiet, lit only by a soft lamp. You're lounging on the sofa with a book when Charles approaches—his steps light, like sneaking through pitlane before race start. He kneels before you, gently taking the book from your hands.

— Let me check... — he murmurs, his fingers tracing your wrist like searching for the perfect racing line.

Then his lips press against the thin skin where blue veins map your pulse. The kiss is featherlight but burns like brandy.

— So fast... — he comments, smiling against your skin, eyes closed to better feel your racing heartbeat.

— You're distracting me — you protest, voice trembling.

He chuckles and repeats the gesture, slower now, as if memorizing each thrum.

— Now it's worse — he whispers proudly, his fingers still wrapped around your wrist like he never wants to let go.

14. Secret Kiss

You're lying with your back against Charles' chest when he leans closer—his breath on your neck making you shiver before he even whispers:

— I have a secret... — His voice blends with the wind outside as his lips brush your ear.

He shares it—maybe silly, maybe profound—in details nobody else knows. When the confession ends, he seals it with a kiss below your ear, soft as the secret itself.

— Now you're stuck with me — he teases, nipping your earlobe.

You turn to face him, but he's ready—the next kiss deeper, hotter, like the secret opened a door neither wants to close.

— Better than pole position... — he murmurs between kisses, hands tangled in your hair.

15. Missed You Kiss

The apartment door barely clicks shut before Charles crosses the room in three strides—suitcase abandoned, jacket still smelling like airplane air, his gaze starving as if he'd been gone for months, not weeks.

You're halfway off the sofa when he reaches you—his cold hands framing your face like you're a dream he feared forgetting.

— God, I missed you — his voice breaks, and then he's kissing you.

It's not a kiss.

It's a reclaiming—lips seeking yours like they're the only oxygen after weeks underwater. You grip his hair, longer now, messy from travel, tasting like airport coffee. He pins you against the wall without breaking contact, as if you'll vanish if he stops.

— Fuck, I can't do races without you — he rasps between kisses.

You laugh, but he swallows the sound with another kiss—softer now but still desperate.

— Promise you won't stay away so long? — he pleads, forehead against yours.

When you nod, he carries you to bed—suitcase forgotten, world forgotten—because some hungers can't be fed with words.

16. New Year's Kiss

The beach at Copacabana pulses with life—a sea of dancing bodies, popping champagne, fireworks painting the sky gold and silver—but you two stand still in the chaos, as if time has frozen. Charles pulls you closer to the seawall, far enough from the crowd that only you exist, close enough for firework reflections to light up his face with every explosion.

He looks breathtaking—white shirt open at the collar, skin still smelling like sea salt and sunscreen, those Mediterranean-green eyes brighter than any pyrotechnics.

— Three... — The countdown begins around you, a roar of voices, but he only looks at you.

— Two... — Your fingers tighten around his, the silver ring he gave you in Monte Carlo last year cool against your skin.

— One... — He doesn't wait.

The kiss starts before "Happy New Year"—lips tasting of saltwater and promises, hands pulling you flush against him like he wants to merge your bodies. Fireworks detonate overhead, gold and purple raining over the ocean, but all you feel is his smile when you gently bite his lower lip.

— Je t'aime — whispered between kisses, warm as the Rio summer. The way he spins you just as the sky explodes in red, like you're dancing through fire.

— Happy New Year, mon cœur — he laughs against your mouth, voice hoarse from kissing.

17. Shadow Kiss

The street lies dark under the broken streetlamp's flickering light—that one that blinks like a secret signal. Your building stands just ahead, but Charles seems in no hurry to let you go. He stands too close, his dinner-scented shirt mixing with that cologne that made you look twice at the restaurant.

— So... — he starts, fingers playing with yours like testing a new steering wheel's grip.

You smile, leaning against his car—the same one he drove slowly just to prolong the night.

— So.

He looks at your lips a second too long, then—when the streetlamp flickers again—he leans in.

The first kiss is stolen.

Light, quick, experimental. His lips barely touch yours before he pulls back, green eyes dark in the low light, watching your reaction.

— Sorry — he lies, the corner of his mouth lifting in a not-sorry-at-all smirk.

You don't answer. Just fist his collar and drag him back.

This kiss is the opposite—slow, precise, like a turn he knows by heart. Your back presses into the car door, the cold metal seeping through your dress, but who cares when all you feel is his hand cradling your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline like he's memorizing it.

— Until tomorrow — he whispers against your lips—a promise, not a question.

18. Rain Kiss

The downpour turns Monaco's streets into silver rivers. You're squeezed under a tiny umbrella—the one Charles insisted was "big enough" but now barely covers half of each of your shoulders. Your arms press together, his shirt already soaked on one side, and you're about to complain when—

He steps in a puddle, the stumble making him lurch forward—and suddenly his lips crash into yours with the perfect timing of a rom-com gag.

An utterly awkward kiss—noses bumping, teeth nearly clacking, rainwater dripping from his forehead into your collar. You break apart, wide-eyed, then...

— Mon Dieu, what a disaster — he groans, still holding the lopsided umbrella as droplets hit your hair.

— Terrible. Two out of ten — you agree, feigning disdain while already pulling him back by his belt.

19. Snow Kiss

The Swiss valley breathes snow. Thick flakes fall leisurely, blanketing the world in sacred silence. You stand frozen in this dreamscape, tears icing your lashes, when Charles' leather-gloved hands cup your face.

— Breathe, mon cœur — he orders, rubbing his nose against your frozen one. The woodsmoke scent from the lodge still clings to his scarf.

You laugh—a rough sound echoing in the white void—and that's when he kisses you. His lips taste of cognac and dark chocolate, a perfect contrast to the cold stealing your breath. Charles pulls you against his damp coat, hands firm on your waist like he fears you'll vanish into the snowfall.

— Like your present? — he asks when you part, his eyes forest-green under snow-laced lashes.

— Not fair — you complain, trembling fingers gripping his ski suit straps. — You bring me to see snow and now I can't think about anything but you.

That lopsided grin appears—the one he wears when he's won.

— Exactly the plan, ma chérie.

And when he carries you piggyback toward the lodge—grumbling that you weigh less than his skis—you know no landscape, no matter how pristine, could ever compare to the red of his ears glowing in the chalet lights.

20. Stolen Kiss

The ballroom sparkles—gold light reflecting off crystal glasses and the newlyweds' teary eyes. You sit at the table, heels already kicked off under your chair, when Charles' fingers find yours beneath the linen tablecloth.

— Bored? — he whispers, breath warm on your ear as the best man's speech drones on.

Your navy dress—the one he said made you look like "Monaco at midnight"—feels suddenly too tight when he quietly scoots your chair back.

— What are you—

The protest dies as he leads you to the winter garden's darkest corner, where party lights arrive only in faint whispers.

— Shhh — Charles presses a finger to your lips, his eyes dark as rain-slick asphalt. — I spent the whole ceremony thinking how beautiful you look tonight.

The first kiss tastes like wedding cake. The second like salt from his starched collar. The third...

— LECLERC! — the team principal's voice booms through the garden.

You spring apart so fast your dress gets caught on his pocket watch.

— Merde — he mutters, untangling you while your face burns hotter than the reception's cognac.

When you return, the groom toasts you both with a smirk:

— Glad someone's enjoying my wedding more than me!

Back at your seat, a note waits in Charles' handwriting:

*"Next ceremony will be ours."*

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dearestzaychik · 4 months ago

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Our Forsakened Destiny.

[ Forsaken x Isekai'd Reader ]

[ Gender Neutral Reader! ]

TW: Reader experiences a bit of Body Dysmorphia.

Chapter 1.

Reader's POV.

It felt cold.. Too cold. Everything that happened up to this point felt like some sort of nightmare, seeing how your body wasn't responding to your movements at all. You were conscious, but all you could see was black. Seems like your body was still adjusting to whatever happened earlier.. How long has it been ever since the time you got pulled into your monitor? You couldn't keep track of it.

You were stuck in a black abyss, It felt like it was staring back at you. Feeling a sense of unease as you looked around to find at least a light in the darkness but to no avail. It felt like the darkness was consuming you whole bit by bit..

ThE aiR is HeaViEr oUt theRe, IsN't It?

I'vE bEen wAitiNg fOr yoU.

ThEre's nO whErE to hIdE.

dOn'T maKe mE fINd yOu.

Wake Up.

W4ke Up.

W4k3 Up.

W4k3 ∆P.

Your eyes opened almost instantly, sitting up as your heart raced. You could've sworn that there was something there that was about to lunge at you if you didn't wake up in time. Looking around, you seemingly woke up in a familiar looking graveyard. Wasn't this graveyard apart of a map from the actual game? Nobody was around right now, but one thing was for sure.. This was the Yorick's Resting Place Map in Forsaken.

In further observation, your body felt and looked different. Your once human appearance seemingly became blocks now, referencing and looking like how roblox avatars looked like in game. There was a timer up in the sky, 1:13.. There was no doubt that this was an ongoing round.

"..Over here!-"

A yell was heard at the distance, it seems like most of the `Survivors` were near the mansion-part of the map. It gave you more time to process everything that was happening to say the least, but it didn't mean the heavy feeling in your heart left. Did you even have a heart in this body? Who knows.

Right now, you could notice a screen right in front of you as you stood up from the ground. It shown your stats, with having 100 HP and 90 Stamina. No abilities seemed to be in sight though, but it was understandable to say the least. After all, you didn't even know what you were supposed to be right now. You were used to seeing your body actually having fingers and other human parts, but.. You can see in the reflection of the black screen on how different you looked. At least your body looked different, but it was still off-putting and felt uncomfortable even if you were just looking at yourself. You were too focused on your own looks, you didn't manage to hear anything as two voices rung out in the air..

"..I se€ y0u..."

A voice called out, before a sword being thrown can be heard. You barely had any time to register what was happening as you were still in a daze with how you looked like. This can't be real, Can it?

"W-wait! Watch out!-"

A yell could be heard, making interrupting your own thoughts. The moment you snapped out, you looked up to the side of the voice, seeing a Pizza Delivery Man looking at you with surprise and concern. Looking right in front of you once more, In another direction a glitched sword was heading to your direction and was about to hit you right in the head before..

[ The Round has Ended ]

[ The Survivors won. ]

You stumbled backward, as the map changed around you once more. This time, you were actually in the cabin on where the lobby was in Forsaken seemingly saved from death last second. A Hand.. no, Arm was stretched out to you as you looked up to see the Pizza Delivery Man once more. If you weren't mistaken... His name was Elliot.

"..Hey, are you alright?"

Elliot stated, helping you get up as he pulled you up to your legs as he looked and studied your figure before resuming..

"You seem to be another victim to this game, Huh?.. I do hope you weren't frightened as much earlier."

Looking at you with a pitiful expression, he shook his head before raising his hand to you once more. Seemingly offering a handshake with an awkward yet welcoming enough of a smile.

"Never the less.. I'm Elliot, Nice to meet you."

It took you a while, but never the less you took and shook his supposed hand. You definitely needed to get used to this type of.. Interactions.

"..I'm-"

You responded, before getting cutted off as a Familiar voice rung in the air.

"So this is the New Survivor that spawned in the middle of the round right when Last Man Standing was about to happen.."

A deep voice rung in the air, coming from the Second Floor, You could see a Blue-haired soldier seemingly peering in front of the railings of the second floor.. You didn't need time to process to know that this was Guest 1337, the one that seemingly yelled earlier during the round and probably died to the killer especially seeing how he had bandages around some parts of his body.

"Oh, Guest. Are you alright after last round?.."

"Some sword slashes won't take me to my grave. They'll have to try harder than that."

The two had a small conversation until their eyes focused on you once more, with Elliot continuing to the conversation he started with you.

"..Sorry, You can continue speaking."

Elliot said, apologizing for the sudden cut off you experienced, giving you a greenlight to continue speaking.

"..I'm [ Y/N ], Nice to meet you as well."

Elliot gave a small smile from your response, seemigly about to respond until footsteps can be heard as three Individuals came to the main area of the Lobby.

"..So no wonder there was another Survivor Room that Magically appeared once more."

The shortest Individual among them said, Wearing a Hard Hat with tools around his belt. This was no doubt Builderman, seemingly already done with everything especially since another person was patting their back, laughing at the man's misery.

"Hahaha!- Poor Builderman over here started freaking out when another room magically appeared in the Cabin once more, and searched everywhere for the newbie was only for the newbie to spawn in the middle of the match!-"

The man said, having brown hair and a shirt stating the sentence `BLAME JOHN.` He was most definitely Shedletsky.

"..That said, It is the first time an Individual spawned right in the middle of a round. You already seem like a Trouble Magnet there, Buddy."

Someone said as a coin flipped in the air, chuckling along as their sunglasses blocked their eyes, but they were most definitely looking at you. There was no doubt that this was Chance, especially when you were playing as him before you even stumbled upon here.

Seemingly slapping off Shedletsky's arm, fixing his figure as he stared at you. An intuitive gaze befalling upon you as he lets out a sigh.

"Enough of that.. Welcome, [ Y/N ]. There's more of us but the others are cooped up in their rooms. You'll be able to meet them eventually, The name's Builderman by the way.."

Builderman said, before his gaze befalled Shedletsky who finally finished having the last laugh in the end, looking at you as he smiled.

"Shedletsky's, Nice to meet ya Newcomer."

Shedletsky said, grinning from ear to ear. Chance seemingly sat down on one of the couches, flipping his coin before catching it, revealing to be heads as he had a smug smile.

"Chance, the greatest gambler you'll meet."

He said, tipping his hat. He sure is one smooth talker, but none the less you at least knew all of their names, so the introductions were definitely spoiled. None the less, You had to at least act you didn't know them. After all, this situation was still too much for you. Nobody should know you weren't even supposed to be here in the first place, who knows what danger you'll face if even one individual knows. You were already panicking again, but your thoughts were interrupted as Builderman coughed, grabbing everybody's attention to say the least.

"For now, if the situation is too much for you.. You can go to your room for the time being. We can all regroup once you've fully grasped the situation and able to process everything that has happened. The others aren't here yet anyways."

Said Builderman, despite having a bit of skepticism against you. But even so, he was kind enough to let you have time for yourself as he seemed to have noticed how uncomfortable you seemed to be at the moment.

"..If that would be fine, Thank you."

You said, thanking the man. The least you can do is thank him, especially how the situation weighed heavily on you. He could only nod as Shedletsky took over.

"Your Room is right infront of Matt's Room in the Left! Oh wait.."

Said Shedletsky, mentioning 'Matt'. If you remembered correctly, Matt was Dusekkar. You remember how your friends seemed to fond over Shedletsky and Dusekkar's interaction with one another when Shedletsky asks the pumpkin for protection.

"He meant Dusekkar's Room."

Builderman quoted, letting out a sigh as Shedletsky chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he avoided Builderman's gaze.

"..Don't blame me, Its a Habit."

You slowly walked away as the noises of conversation went further and further away from you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were even keeping as you finally escaped their gazes. The more you seemingly fell into this rabbit hole the more it felt like it wasn't a dream.

As you passed by the hallway of rooms that seemed to belong to each survivor, you knew this wasn't in the game to say the least. Was this an addition supposed to be added later updates? Or was it just your mind fooling you once more? Stopping in front of Dusekkar's room, You looked behind to see a door with your name right on top of it. You were the newest addition to the team, and you didn't even know if you belonged here. Let alone even be able to help, opening the door, your room looked like your room back in the REAL world, but technology or any source of Devices and Gadgets that can be used as Communication device weren't seen. Probably to ensure you wouldn't be able to contact any relatives nor friends.

Even if this wasn't your actual room, it brought a sense of comfort after everything. You could only wonder how your friends are managing, especially since in their perspective you might have just disappeared and vanished without a trace. Stumbling to your bed as you laid down, looking up at the ceiling as you did breathing exercises. Everything will be fine, You just need rest right now and time to process on what to do after this. Whatever will happen next... That would be a problem for future you.

Third Person's POV.

As the New Survivor left, everybody started chatting. Especially considering the events that happened today. A voice rung out, capturing everybody's attention in the room.

"..Don't ya think the New comer is a bit... Off?"

Chance mentioned, his smug smile long ago as it was replaced with a blank expression. It was met with silence at first, before a voice called out to defend them.

"I don't blame them.. They literally spawned in the middle of a round right when Last Man Standing was about to happen. I think its justifiable that their a bit shakened from what happened earlier at least."

Elliot replied, remembering how shocked you seemed to be when a Sword was coming to your direction. It reminded a bit of himself when he first came here and was forced to enter a round. Thankfully, this was the last round they had to 'Play' for the day. Meaning the rest of the time that's left can be spent on doing their own things.

"..Yeah, that does sound reasonable."

Chance said, as the discussion goes back on how to handle the situation of a New comer once more. Right, Not all of them knew what happened today yet. The others will learn about it eventually as the time comes.

???'s POV.

Far away from the survivors cabin hidden away from it, an ominous chuckle can be heard as a deformed spike landed on the floor, the spike itself going through the poor wooden floor.

"Another one, Huh?.."

Said the figure, the deformed spike actually being his right arm, having a red glowing eye as his other arm had black claws. Corruption lingering in the air, looking amused at the situation.

"A new person to play with!! Seems like this won't get boring after all!"

Another giggled uncontrollably, jumping up and down as they were excited for the next upcoming batch of rounds tomorrow. Having the sentence, `team c00lkidd join today!` visible on his torso as his body was solid red.

Another individual didn't seem to care to respond or react to the information they were given today, seemingly up in his own world as he murmurred to himself. Talking to his `Mother`, as he had a Hockey Mask to cover his face and had a chainsaw strapped to his back.

"..L0ok$ l1k€ th1πgs ar€ ju$t 4b0ut t0 g€t 1nt€rest1πg."

Said the last individual that was present in the main room, looking at the sword that was once so close to hit the said `New comer` during the time they played last round. They couldn't help but scoff, remembering how their win was taken away by this New Comer suddenly joining in the middle of the round. Their zipper like teeth grinding against eachother as a domino crown was worn on their head.

"We have plenty of time to get along with them, Don't we? Let's just see how fast they get on my nerves."

Said the Individual with the deformed spike as his right arm, as he looked up to a text with a grin of malice. His red eye glowing even more as his eyes glinted with expectations, looking at the text that was informing for who the killer would be tomorrow.

[ Next Killer.. ]

John Doe.

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CHAPTER 2 :

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NOTES

So.. I may have accidentally posted this a few hours ago when I wasn't finished at all!! But its okay, Crisis was averted in the end. This was supposed to come out a few hours ago if it weren't for the fact that I had a Stage Play Practice in the upcoming day, so very sorry for the wait!

I decided to add a little part for the Survivor's Cabin and Killer's Cabin where theres a hallway of rooms, and each time a new survivor is added a new room magically appears! Hence why Builderman managed to figure out there was a New Survivor that was Forsakened in the Realm ( also so that it wouldn't give me a hard time explaining how it makes sense in the future.. ) :3

The survivor's are also aware that they're in the Realm and the fact that they're in some sort of sick game they're forced to participate in, But they are unaware of who's really in charge as well as being actual game characters back in the Human World.

as for the Survivalists of the Survivors, you'll be able to meet them next chapter! (●'◡'●) and also to note, Some Skins WILL be featured as a different / seperate character ( ex. Mafioso, Bluudud, Eunoia, Nashatra, etc. ) as well as being able to interact with some npcs.. ( Jane doe ). As for upcoming killers / survivors, It will HEAVILY depend on how much we know about them as of far. An example of this is Azure and Guest 666, Upcoming Killers I can probably be able to write decently about with the decent amount of Information we have for them!

Edit :

John Doe's ability to actually talk is uhm.. Yes! ( I lowkey forgot this man was so corrupted to the point he cant even talk.. ) Lets just view it as some sort of headcanon that he can talk, but its definitely very painful and taxxing for him to do so..

#forsaken x reader #roblox forsaken x reader #forsaken roblox x reader #forsaken #★ 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓼

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bite me | k

summary: when your best friends invite you over for dinner, you didn't think anything of it. you didn't expect him to ask you to be his clan leader's 'fake girlfriend.'' and you surely didn't expect for someone to want to kill you over it. but here you are, in a snowed in cabin with a vampire you just met.

pairing: vampire!k x human!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, smut (oral (female), fingering, one spank, p in v, unprotected sex), k's a vampire and has a bite kink

word count: 18k

notes: this somehow disappeared the first time when i tried to publish it. thank god i saved it somewhere else or i would've cried. let me know what you think! likes and reblogs appreciated.

"for someone who doesn't eat actual food, you really know how to cook."

you look up from your food when you heard harua snort. normally the two of you meet at your place for your weekly hang outs. but for some reason, he wanted you to come over to his place. you weren't opposed to it. you just weren't used to being in this side of town.

the area that harua lived in was nice. like something you would see in a movie. all of the houses looked like small mansions. the people were always put together. but then again, you expected nothing less from vampires. because of course you had to find a best friend who was immortal.

the two of you met when you were in college. the two of you were in the same class when the professor partnered you two up for an assignment. the two of you hit it off right away and have been friends ever since. even if he was 100 years older than you.

"i'm glad you like it." he smiled at you, fangs peaking out at you. "you never come over to mine, so i wanted to spoil you."

"and who's fault is that?" you question.

he was always the one insisting of him coming over to yours. he was too afraid of the other vampires who live by him. you didn't see much of an issue. the area that harua lived in were nice, as were some of the vampires you had met while coming here. you never felt unsafe in the area.

"you know why." he told you, pouting when you ruffled his hair. he smacked your hand away before going to fix it.

"i know rua. i just like messing with you."

"don't i know it."

you finish your food, arguing with harua about who would clean up. in the end, harua cleaned everything up while you watched with a pout. he walked over, booping your nose as he tidied up the kitchen.

"this isn't fair." you complained. "you always clean when you come to mine."

"well it's my place, so it wouldn't be fair of me to make you clean."

"it's not making if i'm offering." you watch as he turns to you with another one of his smiles. you smile at him before realizing something. "that's it. what do you want?"

if there was one thing you knew about harua, he was a horrible liar. his back stiffened before looking away from you. "nothing."

"do you smell that?" you ask, sniffing the air around you. harua turned, confused as he smelled around. "i smell a liar."

you yelped as he smacked you with a damp towel. "you're so funny."

"i know." you smile at him as he walks up to you. "seriously though. what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong." he answers, and this time you could tell he was being honest. "i just have a question for you."

you follow after harua as he walks back into the living room. "so that's why i'm here. you're buttering me up for something."

"well..." he trailed off as he sat on the couch. "you're free to say no. but just hear me out first."

you sit next to him, pulling your knees up to your chest as you watch him. "i'm all ears."

"do you remember my friend group?"

"the one's i've been dying to meet, but you won't let me?"

you've heard about his friends multiple times, though you've never head him refer to them as 'friends.' normally he calls them his clan. you've seen some pictures of them, and you know they're all like him. but you've never met them despite you and harua being friends for the past 3 years. harua tells you it's because you're too good to meet them, or that he doesn't want them to take you away from him because you were his friend first.

"well, we're having this sort of get together. it's where a bunch of the clans around the area get together and talk stupid business that none of us really care about." harua explains. you remember him vaguely talking about this in the past. mostly because after them, he comes over to your, complaining to you while you drink wine.

"it happens once a year right?"

"yes." he answers. "the reason i'm telling you this is because of k. you remember him?"

"he's the leader of your clan, right?" he nodded his head at your response.

"the past few times we've went, the clans have started talking about k's lack of partner. i still think he's young, but the others think that he needs to settle down and find his partner." you listened intently as harua explained the situation.

"how old is he?"

"your terms or ours?" harua answers making you sigh out. you hear him laugh before he answers. "human age is about 27. our age he is roughly 150."

"so why are you telling me all of this?"

harua sighs before looking over at you. "k is trying to get them off of his back. we came up with the idea for him to bring a "girlfriend" if you will, so they'll leave him alone."

"you want me to be the fake girlfriend?" you ask unsure.

"i know it's a huge thing to ask of you, but i wouldn't be asking if it i didn't have to." harua told you. "if he goes this time without someone, they may try to over rule him."

"what does that mean?" you ask.

"they'll try and fight him for his position. more than likely killing him in the process."

your eyes widened at the answer. "you guys are fucking barbarians!"

"tell me something i don't know." harua leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment. "i can't lose him. none of us can. it's like taking a child away from their parents."

"when is this thing?" you ask him.

"next friday."

you thought about it for a moment. you've read stories of vampires who has lost their clan leader. even if someone tries to replace them, most of them go insane. you know harua's told you that one clan who lost their leader destroyed an entire town, full of innocent humans. you didn't want to see that happen to your best friend, or any of the people he cared about.

"i'll do it."

haura jumps up at your answer. "you will?"

"of course. you're my best friend. i'd do anything for you." harua pulls you into a hug that involved a little to much of his vampire strength, but you didn't mind.

"i don't know how i'll ever repay you."

"you can start by making me that pasta for the rest of my life."

"deal."

"why do i need a new dress?" you complain as you follow after harua. "i have so many at home that i've never even worn."

the get together you'll be attending as k's girlfriend was in a few days. you had already planned out what you were going to where. apparently though, it wasn't good enough for harua because he was taking you shopping for a new one.

"bubs, i've been through your closet. you don't have anything that fits the theme."

you look over at him with raised eyebrows. "theme? what the hell is this? prom?"

"wrong choice of words." you turn around when you hear someone talk behind you. you come face to face with who you're sure is one of harua's friends. he wasn't much taller than you with dark hair and sharp, cat like eyes. "what he mean to say was dress code. everyone dresses way too fancy for these stupid things."

"yn. this is nicholas." harua introduced the two of you. "he's going to help us pick out a dress. he has the best eye when it comes to stuff like this."

you nod your head, becoming quiet as the two vampires converse. you have been wanting to meet harua's friends for years, and he's always brushed you off. it isn't until you're going to this dinner with them that you finally get to meet everyone. once their conversation is over, harua grabs your hand as you three walk into the mall.

"how fancy is this thing?" you ask harua as the two of you follow after nicholas. your question was answered when he walked into the store with the most extravagant dresses you've ever seen. you turn to glare at your best friend- him knowing of your hatred for things like this. he avoided your eyes as he looked to the ground.

"i love you?"

"i take back everything i said about doing anything for you. you owe me big time." you mumble as you walk into the store, knowing he could hear you. you look at a price tag, gasping at the price before looking back at harua. "i can't afford something like this!"

he scoffed before bumping your shoulder. "i know you can't. that's why i'm buying."

"harua-"

but before you could scold him, nicholas called out your guys name from deeper in the store. you glare at harua one last time before walking away to find nicholas. you found him near the dressing rooms with a handful of red dresses.

"i'm guessing the theme is red?" you assume. you look up when you hear nicholas laugh.

"it's our clan color." he answers you. "plus, it goes good with your complexion."

you follow after him as he walks into the dressing rooms. he hangs up the dresses before leaving, but before he shuts the door, harua slips in. if it was anyone else, you would probably yell at them to get out so you could get changed. it's also not like you could get into these dresses by yourself anyway.

he helped you into the first dress, but you didn't even let him tie it up before you took it off, hating how it looked on you. you did that to two more dresses until you found one you would let him tie it. just for nicholas to veto that one because he didn't like it.

you tried on the last dress, letting harua fix it before turning around. it was a off shoulder deep satin dress with pearls on the torso. it flared out at your hips.

"i like this one." harua says fixing the dress. "you look beautiful."

"am i going to be the only human there?" you look up at him. it was a question that had been bothering you since you said yes to him.

"no." you let out a sigh of relief at his answer. "fuma, who is similar in age to k, has a girlfriend who is a human. she's coming with us. some of the other vampires from other clans have human significant others as well."

you nod your head at his words, smiling with he pulls you into him and kisses your forehead. "even if you were, we wouldn't let anything happen to you. especially me."

"i know, rua."

the two of you walked out to show nicholas, who immediately approved of the dress. you changed into your normal clothes while harua, much to your dismay, pays for that dress. now the only thing left was to attend the dinner. should be easy right?

you fiddle with your dress as you sit in the passenger's seat of harua's car. to say you were nervous was an understatement. he has reassured you multiple times that everything would be okay. that they would love you, but you were still nervous. especially when harua told you that the two of you would be riding separate to and from the dinner.

you were supposed to ride with k, which made you nervous because you haven't even met the guy and you were riding alone with him for 30 minutes. you know harua would be in the car behind you but still. you tended to be quiet around people you didn't know, and you didn't want to be awkward around anyone.

once you two arrive at k's place, which was somehow even more stunning that harua's, you were stopped before you could get out of the car. "before we go in there, i need to do something for me."

"your list of owing me is getting longer by the day rua." you joke, but nodded your head for him to continue regardless.

"when we get to the dinner, you need to listen to anything k tells you to do without question. it needs to look like you trust him as much as we do."

"trust one of the most powerful vampires alive because you tell me to. got it." harua snorts at your attempt to make light of the situation, but he could still tell you were nervous, even with you hiding it.

you follow behind harua as you enter k's house. you take a moment to admire the simplistic decor before someone gains your attention. a girl in a red dress similar to yours, except her top was corset style, was walking over to the two of you. once she reached you, she immediately pulled you into a hug, shocking you.

"you must be yn. it's so nice to finally meet you." she smiled as she pulled away. "i'm mijung, but everyone calls me mj."

"you're fuma's girlfriend, right?" you recall one of your many interrogations with harua about his friends.

"i am." she answers. "almost everyone is here waiting in the den. we're just waiting on ej and nicholas."

"late as always." harua laughs, grabbing your hand before leading you to where everyone was. he squeezed your hand when he noticed how tight you were holding his. a grip that got tighter when you two stepped into the den.

to say you were overwhelmed was an understatement. not when 6 very attractive vampires all turned towards your direction. before you could too nervous though, one of them sped over with a large smile.

"you're even prettier than the photos."

"taki!" harua yells, stepping in front of you some. you, along with everyone, laugh at the interaction. the laid back vibes helping you calm down.

"it's true!" he exclaimed before holding out his hand. "i'm taki."

you move from behind harua before shaking his hand. "i'm yn."

everyone went around the room introducing themselves. you tried your best to remember everyone. once just about everyone was introduced, the leader of them turned towards you. of course the one who you were supposed to 'fake date' is the most attractive man you've ever seen. he looked like he had just walked out of a tv screen. he was wearing a black suit with a red tie that matched your dress. his hair was also slicked back, revealing his forehead.

"i'm k." he smiled at you, causing your knees to shake for a moment. what the hell was wrong with you? "thank you for doing this for us. it means a lot."

you nod your head, quickly breaking eye contact with him and looking a haura. you shake off the feeling of his eyes staring at you as you nudged harua. "of course. it's hard to say no to him anyway."

"typical harua effect." mj joked. "i think its the baby face."

"oh definitely the baby face." you agreed, reaching up and pinching haura's cheeks. the guys laughed when he blushed before pushing your hand away.

"now that everyone's here, are we ready?" mj asked. it was then that harua turned towards you.

"one more thing before we go."

"hit me."

the two of you turn with you heard the youngest vampire, maki, laugh. he was laughing at k who was looking between the two of you with wide eyes. you shuffle under his gaze. did you already say something wrong?

"relax, k. it's just a saying." maki told him before turning to you. "you'll have to forgive the old man. knows nothing of todays terms."

you chuckle at the glare k gave maki before turning your attention back to harua. "you need to stay with one of us at all times. preferably k since you're supposed to be his girl."

you nod your head, trying not to let the words 'his girl' get to you. you didn't have a chance to freak out over it due to someone walking up beside you. you look up to see k standing next to you- his strong cologne invading your senses. even with heels on, you barely reach his shoulders.

"relax, harua." k reassured him. "i'm not going to let her out of my sight."

"good. because if something happens to her, i'm going to kill everyone."

after harua's threat, everyone got loaded in their respected vehicles. the car ride wasn't too awkward thankfully, just quiet. once you were almost there, k turned his attention towards you.

"i'm hoping harua explained to you about how the night would go, right?"

"yeah." you answered. "we go in there, have dinner, and impressive some vampires."

you didn't know what you were expecting as a response, but you didn't think it would be a laugh. you turned in time to see his smile before he looked at you. "you're cute."

your eyes widened at the compliment from him as he turned his attention back to the road. that was the end of your conversation thankfully as you didn't think you could properly respond to him without sounding like a complete idiot.

once you two arrived, k helped you out of the car, keeping a hand on the small of your back

"who's ready to smooze some vampires?"

"really taki?"

you felt like a fish out of water the longer the night went on. k did as he said, not letting you out his sight which you were thankful for. you didn't think that included his hand resting on your waist the whole night- not that you were complaining or anything.

you could tell, however, how much he dislike certain people due to his grip on you. if someone said something that offended him, his hand would tighten on your waist. you even noticed he got upset when one of the other clan leaders look at you for too long.

after what felt like an eternity of meeting everyone and listening to things that you had no clue about, the dinner had started. you did question harua why dinner since vampires didn't normally eat. you knew they could if they wanted to. it just wasn't necessary. he then proceeded to go on some tangent that they did it to seem more 'human.'

you sat in between k and mj at your table. you wanted to sit next to harua, but he didn't think that would be a good idea since you were comfortable around him. you reluctantly agreed, not wanting to raise any questions. there was also apparently a rule that the humans sit in between the two more vampires, which would be k and fuma.

you did meet mj's gaze during the dinner. she motioned to her lips before mouthing to you. "you hate this as much as i do?"

"i don't think i've ever been more bored. or uncomfortable." you mouth back.

her perfectly sculpted eyebrows raise. "you don't seem to uncomfortable in k's embrace." your jaw drops at her words. she laughs at your expression before nudging your shoulder. "don't worry. your secret's safe with me."

the rest of your dinner went off without a hitch. all of you being thoroughly entertained by the two youngest member, taki and maki, as they argue back and forth over something.

you almost startle when you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. you look over to see k smiling at you before leaning in close to you. it took everything in you to not shy away from him as his lips graze your ear.

"i want to thank you again for doing this." his warm breath hits you, almost making you shiver.

"don't mention it."

"you know, when harua suggest that you would do it, i almost didn't believe him."

you met his gaze when he pulled back. "why is that?"

"what human agrees to be a date for a vampire she's never met?" he asked.

"the type who cares about her friend." you answer before shrugging. "and besides, you weren't a total stranger. haura's talked about you multiple times. he thinks very highly of you."

he leans in closer to you once again. "what amazing things has he said about me?"

"the term arrogant may have popped up a couple of times." you find yourself smiling when k threw his head back with laughter. that moment of happiness that you allowed yourself as you watched him was short lived.

a vampire you met earlier burst through the doors, covered in blood. you froze, jaw dropping as you looked at him as he stumbled into the room. k's arm tightened around you as two other vampires rush to catch him.

"the wolves." he spoke. "the wolves are here."

as if on que, a loud howl came from the direction the vampire came from. other's howled in response, and your eyes widened when you realized they were completely surrounding you. everyone, including you, looked towards k for directions. you watched him whole demeanor change as he thinks of a plan.

"harua. jo. get yn and mj out of here. the rest of you with me." he demands, shocking you when he presses a kiss to your forehead before getting up.

everyone except the four of you follow after k. you watch him for a moment before turning to harua. he gives you a calming smile as he helps you get up while jo goes to scout a path for you guys. he wraps his arm around your waist when he feels your legs start to shake.

"are you okay to walk?" he asked you. "if not i can carry you."

you shake your head. "i'll be okay."

"i won't let anything happen to you." he promised as jo walked back over to the three of you.

"this way is clear."

harua gripped your hand tightly in his as you follow after jo and mj. as soon as you stepped outside, you could hear the fighting on the other side of the building. you flinched when you heard one of the wolves yelp before harua stops in front of you, nearly making you run into him.

you grip onto the back of his jacket with your free hand as you peak around him to see two wolves that haven't shifted yet staring at the four of you. the one on the right had a sinister smile as he eyed the two vampires blocking you and mj. that was until one of them looked at you. you pushed down nausea as he nodded his head towards you.

"this is the one that was with that bastard, wasn't it?" he questioned his friend. harua tightened his grip on you, blocking you even more.

"it is." his friend responded. "i can smell him on her from here. boss will want her."

"we'll let your other little human go if you give us her. we may even let you two live as well." the first one spoke again. haura let out a sound that you had never heard from him before. it almost sounded like a growl.

"i'll be dead before i ever let you touch her."

"that can be arranged."

but before the wolves could do anything, harua sped away from you. you couldn't see much, but your jaw dropped when the two wolves dropped dead in front of you. harua sped back to you wiping his now bloody hand on his suit. you had never seen this side of harua, and apparently neither have jo and mj from the looks on their faces.

"jesus, rua." mj mumbled. "remind me not to get on your bad side. or yn's."

you stare at the bodies, having never seen someone dead before. let alone killed right in front of you. and the fact that your sweet best friend who nearly jumped in your arms last week because of a bug was the one who killed them. you felt bile rise up your throat as everything you thought you knew shift.

"bubs, you okay?" you finally look away from the two dead men, meeting harua's eyes. he was now almost trembling as much as you were.

"i will be once we get out of here."

"you heard the woman. let's go." mj commented as she motioned for the two vampires to lead the way. you hold back a gag as you step around the bodies. you felt like you were going to need a therapist after tonight.

you and mj continued to follow after harua and jo as they let you to what you recognize as the parking lot. that was when the four of you went separate ways. mj hugged you goodbye before getting into jo's car. you get into harua's car before the two of you speed off.

"they're going to be okay, right?" you ask, referencing the rest of his friends who were fighting. you may have just met them, but you didn't want anything to happen to them. although if they were anything like harua, they would be fine.

"yes." he answered without hesitation. "it's not our first times fighting wolves."

you scoff, picking at your dress as you try to calm yourself. "clearly."

"look, yn." haura sighs. "i didn't mean for you to see that-"

"i'm going to stop you right there, rua." you interrupt him. "nothing that happened tonight is going to change anything between us."

"it's not?" he asked. you looked over to see him gripping the steering wheel in fear of you leaving before you met his gaze. you could see the relief in his eyes when you shook your head.

"no." you answer. "nothing you could do could ever stop us from being friends."

"i'm sorry? what?"

after the disasterous dinner, harua took you back to your place. he stayed the night which wasn't anything new, so he could watch over you. he sat in the chair in the corner of your room while you slept, or at least attempted to. you got a few hours of restless sleep at best.

the sun hadn't even risen when you got up, but you were tired of laying in bed. you know that harua left that chair sometime during the night, and you could tell something was off with him when he came back. and by the time you got up, he was acting even weirder. you could tell by his actions that there was something bothering him, but he wouldn't tell you. it wasn't until he got a phone call from k that he explained everything to you.

the pack of wolves who attacked you belonged to an alpha named aric. apparently him and k go way back, but harua wouldn't tell you the details. all he told you that they were once really close friends turned enemies. k's clan, along with another vampire's clan, were going head to head with him. but now, aric has been growing his pack to where he vastly outnumbers them.

"aric threatened you." harua explains again. "he thinks you and k are together, and he wants revenge."

"and that involves killing me?" you yell as you pace around your living room. it was way too early to be dealing with this, and your lack of sleep was like the cherry on top. you turn to continue pacing when you run into harua. he pulls you into a hug, not only to comfort you but himself as well.

"i'm so sorry i dragged you into this. if i knew this was going to happen, i never would've asked."

"harua." you sigh pulling away. "you don't have to apologize. i don't blame you for anything. i knew it would be dangerous. just tell me what we need to do to fix it."

"the only way to fix it is to kill aric."

"well even i could figure that one out." you roll your eyes. before he could respond to you, someone knocked on your door. you jump in fear before turning to harua. "who is that?"

he rubbed his hands along your arms soothingly. "relax, yn. it's k and taki."

you relax as you watch harua leave the room to open the door. you hear him greet the two before you were wrapped in a hug causing you to let out a shocked sound. you recognize the laugh that came from your hugger was taki.

"did you miss us?" taki asked as he pulled away from you. he stepped away from you as k and harua walked into the living room.

you let your eyes quickly glaze over k. you didn't see how someone could still look like a model in jeans and a t-shirt. his hair was fluffy instead of the gelled back like it was last night. you preferred this style better. although now you felt self conscious with your messy but and overly large t shirt that completely covered your shorts, so it looks like you weren't wearing any.

"terribly." you answer turning back to taki. "i was starting to go through withdrawals."

"especially because of me, right?"

you let out a chuckle as you play along with him. "you caught me red handed."

you are rewarded with a loud laugh from taki. "i like you. harua, i will forever question why you waited so long to let me meet her."

the two of you look over when neither one of them answer you. you see k and harua in what looks like a heated discussion. you look over to taki in confusion. he watches them for a moment before looking back at you.

"i'm guessing harua didn't tell you why we we're here, did he?"

you looked between him and the other two. "no. are you going to tell me?"

"don't you say a word, taki!" harua exclaims, stopping taki from talking. it also caused the both of you to jump at his outburst. "i am her best friend. i am telling her. you two bud out."

harua walked over, grabbing your wrist before dragging you back into your bedroom. it was now his turn to pace as you sit on your bed. "okay, yn. i need you to hear me out before you start asking questions."

"the last time you said that, i was nearly attacked by wolves." you chuckled when he glared at you. you held out your hands in a mock surrender as you mumble a 'sorry' under your breath.

"aric has too many wolves going after k, which in return means they're going after you as well since they think you're together. we have decided that it would be safest if k goes into hiding while we look for aric and stop him."

"i have a feeling k's not too happy about that."

"he's not!" you hear taki yell from the living room. you then hear what you could assume of k smacking him and telling him to be quiet and to stop listening in. you roll your eyes as you look back to harua.

"it's the only thing we could think of to keep the two of you safe."

you freeze when you hear the end of harua's sentence. he realizes what he says, throwing a hand over his mouth in shock. you motion to the door where k was. "you're asking me to go with him, aren't you?"

"it'll only be for a few days. a week at the most."

"a week! i can't just leave." you stand up. "i have a job that i can't afford to lose."

"we can compel your boss to not fire you." you hear taki say from the living room. you ignore the sound of rough housing at the two vampires in your living room as you look over to harua. he had a hopeful expression.

"do you think this is necessary for me to go into hiding?" you ask.

"i do." he answers, and you could tell he was being truthful with you. not he had ever lied to you before. "i need you safe, yn. i will lose my mind if something happens to you."

you laugh softly, knowing that you felt the same way about him. you had never had a friend like harua. "i trust you, rua. if you think i need to go, i will."

"thank you." he sighs in relief. "you two will leave as soon as you're packed. oh, and pack warm."

you let out a groan, hating the cold. "is it to late to say no?"

"yes."

once you had gotten packed, k loaded up your bags into his car before you two set off. the two of you were quiet during your journey, having a lot on your minds. you let out a yawn as you watched the scenery fly by. eventually your exhaustion won and you fell asleep.

you didn't know how long you were asleep. you just knew that the sun was fully in the sky at that point. you shift in your seat, furrowing your eyebrows when something falls in your lap. you look down to see that k had covered you with his jacket.

"you looked cold."

you look over at k, meeting his gaze for a moment before he looks back at the road. "thank you. how long was i out."

"a few hours." he answers. "we still have about another hour to go."

you nod your head before looking outside. you could tell just from looking outside that you were traveling north. the mountains were covered in snow. there also wasn't any sign of civilization anywhere.

"where are we heading?" you ask. you couldn't use your phone to look to see where you were. you had it turned off, placed in your bag in case someone tracked it. you were under strict instruction on not using it unless necessary.

"nicho has a cabin up here that he stays at from time to time." he answers you. "no one knows about it outside of us, so it'll be safe."

"it's also in the middle of nowhere." k laughed at your comment.

"try to get some more rest. we'll be there soon."

you did as he said, pulling up his jacket up more as you settled back in your seat. you didn't fall back asleep, so you spent the rest of your time looking out the window. the closer the two of you got to your destination, the colder it got. eventually, it started snowing much to your dismay.

"come on, yn." you jump at the sudden sound of k's voice causing him to chuckle. "the snow isn't that bad."

"says the vampire." you mumble as the two of you pull up to a small two story cabin. it was surrounded by woods, completely shut off from society. you unbuckle your seatbelt before turning to k. "here's your jacket."

"put it on. it's going to be cold in there until i get it warm." you look over at him like he had grown two heads.

"all the reason why you should wear it." k took the jacket from you, but didn't put it on like you thought he would. instead, he leaned over the console before draping it over your shoulders. you clear your throat as he pulls away as you try to recover from that. "really?"

k shrugged. "i can't get sick."

you roll your eyes before doing as he wants and sliding your arms into the jacket before zipping it up. "better?"

"much." he winks before he gets out of the car before going around to the trunk. you had a feeling he would scold you if you walked back and tried to help him with the bags. and you were correct by the glare he gave you when you took a step in his direction. "don't even think about, little human."

"you're so dramatic." you turn your back on him, mostly to hide your blush as you walk towards the house. it was a weird nickname, but for some reason, you really liked it. not like you would ever say that out loud.

you walk up the steps, slipping off your snow covered boots before going inside. the inside wasn't what you were expecting. the decor was modern, but with a twist you couldn't put your finger on.

"why is the couch pink?"

"pink is nicho's favorite color." k answered as he walked inside with your bags. he set his down before turning to you. "there are two bedrooms. one upstairs and one downstairs. i'm going to take the one downstairs."

he motioned you to follow him upstairs where your room would be. he sat your bags on the bed before pointing at the room behind you. "that's the bathroom. and there's the closet."

k left you alone while you explored some. the theme of this room was cream colors, along with pink accents which you thought was cute. you would've never guessed that the dark haired man's favorite color would be pink.

after you put away your things and freshened up, you grabbed k's jacket before going back downstairs. you hung up his jacket by the door before wandering into the kitchen. you don't know why, but you expected it to be empty. instead, it was completely stocked like someone lived here.

you look over when you hear k enter the room. "ej and nicho came here last night and stocked everything. harua told them all of your favorites to buy."

"did he now?" you question walking over to the fridge. you open the freezer, examining everything until your eyes landed on your favorite thing to eat. ice cream. you grab it with a small smile. "i love that kid."

k walks over to see what you were holding as you look for a spoon. once you find one, you open the lid before taking a bite. you look over when you hear k laugh at you.

"it's snowing outside, and you're eating ice cream?"

"you drink blood for a living, and you're questioning my food choices?" you retort before eating another bite of ice cream.

"harua did say you hate cooking." you agree at his statement.

"i do. i mostly eat ramen or this."

"that's probably not very healthy."

you look over at him. "i don't see your point."

"my point is while you're with me, i'm going to take care of you." k tells you.

you raise your eyebrows before looking back down at your ice cream. you didn't know if you could look at him after those words, even though he didn't mean it like that. "what does that mean? you're gonna cook for me?"

"i am." he nods his head moving closer to you before taking the ice cream out of your hands. you watched him with wide as he puts it back in the freezer. "that also means no ice cream until after dinner."

you thought that was the end of the conversation, but it wasn't. he grabs your spoon which still had ice cream on it, eating what was left on it before putting the it in the sink. you didn't even have a chance to react as he walked out of the kitchen. "dinner will be ready at 6."

this man was going to be the death of you.

you spend the rest of your afternoon exploring the house before relaxing in the living room. you watched some movie on tv, and k ended up joining you until he got up to go start dinner. you offered to help out of kindness, but he shut you down. you did sit in the kitchen though to keep him company.

you've learn so far that k doesn't like silence very well because as soon as you sat down he began talking. you do your best listening to his story as you watch him cook. he had taken off his sweater leaving him in the same white t shirt as this morning. his back was turned to you for the most part, so you had a clear view without getting caught.

you tuck your legs under you as k finishes up cooking. "all of your stories seem to involve taki."

"me and him have been together the longest." k answers sitting the food in front of you. you thank him before starting to eat, and he starts to wash the dishes. "he was the first vampire i turned."

"so that's why he clings to you like a child."

you look up when k groans. "don't say that around him. i just got him to stop calling me dad."

"he's such a cutie. all of the younger ones are."

"oh?" k questions you. watch him turn to you with a smile. "what about the older ones?"

you roll your eyes, standing up before walking over to the sink and washing your plate. "ej and nicho are attractive. not saying anything about fuma since he has a girlfriend."

"and the oldest?"

"what about him?" you tease. his shoulder brushes yours as he leans on the counter next to you causing you to look up at him. he hands you a towel for you to dry your hands.

"what was your first impression of me?" you raise your eyebrows at his question.

"you expect me to just tell you that?"

"what if i tell you what my first impression of you was?"

you thought about it for a moment. "you going to go first?"

"i asked you first though." you laugh at his answer.

"and that's where you messed up. i've known harua long enough to trust him, but to also know that he's a trickster. who's to say you're not as well?"

you could tell by the glint in his eyes that you were right. it also helped that harua told you he learned everything from the man in front of you. "what if i give you my word?"

"your word means nothing to me. don't forget you're still a stranger to me."

"you wound me." he overdramatically grasps his chest. "i really thought we were best friends at this point."

you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "boy makes me food one time and assumes were besties."

"isn't that how it works?"

"you're ridiculous." you chuckle at him.

"ridiculously cute?"

ridicoulsly attractive were the words that came to your mind, but you obviously didn't say those words outloud. instead, you pull away from him completely before stepping away.

"you're going to have to try harder than that."

he smiles at the challenge. "oh, little human. you have no idea what you've just done."

it had been three days since you and k went off the grid. you felt like you were going stir crazy since you have been stuck in the cabin since you got there. and it's not like you could go for a walk, or do anything outside for that matter because it hasn't really stopped snowing.

it was after dinner and you were yet again watching another movie, snuggled under a blanket while the fire kept you warm. thankfully k knew how to keep a fire going because you didn't. speaking of k, it was sitting on the other end of the couch driving you insane.

it's not like was trying to or anything. he was just wearing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, but he still looked amazing. the two of you had spent the last few days in each others company. for some reason, you felt yourself open up around him, something that normally took you ages to do. you just felt comfortable around him in a way you couldn't explain. you didn't know how you were going to go not talking to him after you two went back home.

"i feel like i'm going crazy." you mumble, blankly watching the tv screen.

"at least i'm not the only one." k agreed. "i can't remember the last time i went even 12 hours without talking to one of the guys."

"harua and i facetimed daily, sometimes even twice." you tell him.

you couldn't help but wonder if he was okay. you did bring it up to k once, and he was able to help with your worries. apparently he had a satellite phone that the guys could call if they needed help. the fact that no one's called is a good sign according to him.

"you want me to be your harua?" you furrow your eyebrows as you look over at k.

"you can't be serious." he shrugged at your answer. "no offense, but i don't think you want me to do what i do when harua and i watch a movie."

you hear k grumble causing you to look over. he wiped his hand over his face before giving you a smile. "try me."

you look at him for a moment to see if he was actually serious. when you showed no sign of joking, you shifted on the couch, moving closer to k. you felt him stiffen when you lay your head on his thigh, though he relaxes fast.

"play with my hair."

"i'm sorry?" you laugh at k's question.

"you said you were going to do what harua did. play with my hair."

it took k a moment to respond, causing you to believe he wasn't going to. but he lifted up his hand before running it through your hair, lightly scratching at your scalp. since you were watching the movie, you couldn't see the smile on his face when he felt you relax into him. likewise with you, k couldn't see the blush on your face at your boldness.

"can i ask you a question?" you ask after a few minutes of the two of you watching tv.

"you just did, little human."

you scoff at his answer causing him to laugh. "alright smartass. seriously though. what happened between you and aric?"

"it's a long story." you hear k sigh.

"all we have is time." you retort. you glance up to see him deep in thought. "but you don't have to if you don't want to. i was just curious."

"you deserve to know since we brought you into this mess. what did harua tell you?" k asks.

"just that you two were friends turned enemy."

"we grew up together." you listen closely as k tell you the story. "everyone wondered how we got along so well since i'm a vampire and he's a wolf. neither one of us ever questioned it though. things didn't start to happen until he found his mate, sarah."

you had read enough to know what a mate is. "she started to change him. he was turning into someone i didn't know. and then came creating a pack."

"what do you mean creating a pack?" you ask him.

he twirls you hair between his fingers as he answers. "once a wolf finds their mate, they can create packs of their own. most wolfs spend decades finding the perfect matches for their pack, similar to vampires. but sarah just made things more difficult."

"how so?"

"she was making him turn people who should've never been wolves. people who had done horrible things while a being a human, and even worse things as wolves. i tried to talk to him about it, but he never listened. told me to stick to my clan, and he'll stick to his pack. i should've done something sooner."

"what happened?"

"one of his pack members attacked an innocent kid. nearly killed him if i hadn't saved him."

"and by saved him, you mean you turned him?" you ask. he hums a yes, watching as the gears clicked in your head. "was it taki?"

"it was." he answered. "i wasn't at the age yet to start a clan, but aric's pack made me become one before i was ready. and the worst part is, he didn't even care."

"he soon caught the attention of other vampires. normally we don't interfere with these kinds of things, but the wolves were doing anything, so we had to."

"what did you guys do?"

"do you remember meeting alex?" you nod your head at the question. he was one of the oldest vampires at the dinner last week. "he came up with a plan to confront aric and sarah. things were supposed to become violent. we just wanted to talk, but sarah told him that we were going to kill all of them, which caused them to attack. aric went for me while sarah went for violet."

"who's violet?" you ask.

"violet was alex's beloved." you guess you looked confused because he explained it to you. "a beloved is the vampire version of a mate. it's something you could only do once."

you didn't know if you wanted the answer to your next question, but you couldn't help it. "do you have one?"

"i've never had one." he answers, and you try to not let your relief show. "i made a promise to not have one until aric was dead."

"is that why he wants to kill me? because he thinks i'm your beloved." k nods his head at your question. "but why?"

k let out a sigh before he continued with the story. "sarah killed violet in the attack. in return, alex killed sarah. aric went crazy and tried to kill alex, but he ended up being outnumbered by us. he retreated, but not before threatening to kill my beloved as revenge for his dying. he sees it as my fault that she died because i wouldn't leave it alone."

"have you seen him since that night?"

"no. i didn't see him at the dinner either. that's why the guys, along with alex's clan, are trying to find out where he is. because it won't stop until he's dead."

"are you going to be the one to kill him?"

"little human, that right is solely alex's." k answers you.

"makes sense." you hum. "though i still hate that you're not out there helping."

"i'm right where i belong. keeping you safe."

you already felt guilty that you couldn't help in any way, and k's words just made you feel worse. even though you know he didn't mean anything by it. and now one of the most powerful vampires can't do his job because he is protecting a useless human. you felt your eyes water causing you to sit up from k's lap. you stretch your legs, making sure to keep your back to him, so he couldn't see your face.

"i'm sorry you're here protecting useless me." k froze at your words.

"the last thing you are is useless." k tells you, but you make no effort to acknowledge them. "yn, look at me."

you shake your head, faking a yawn before trying to get up. "i'm fine. just tired. i'm going to head to bed."

before you stood up, k's long arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him. you let out a gasp as you landed in k's lap. his other hand gently grasps your face, making you look at him. your nose brushes his as you meet his gaze.

"you are not useless, do you understand me?" you nod your head at his question. "i didn't have to come here. the original plan was for harua to come here. i was the one who insisted on being here with you."

"why? you don't even know me."

"i know you well enough." he moved his hand away from your face to where it rested on your lower back. "i know you would do anything for the people you care about. someone useless wouldn't go to a vampire dinner just to help out someone they've never met before. plus, harua has told me a lot about you. he also thinks very highly of you."

you choke out a laugh as you wipe your eyes. "thank you."

"you're welcome, little human."

you expected k to release his grip on you, so you get off of him. instead, he tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder. you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as you avoided eye contact with him.

"are you okay now, yn?"

before you could answer, you heard a phone ring. both of yours were off, so it had to be the satellite phone. you quickly stood up from k's lap, and he ran off into the kitchen. you quickly run off after him. but by the time you got into the kitchen, he was already on the phone.

"harua, calm down. i can't understand you." you couldn't hear what harua was saying, but by the expression on k's face, you could tell it wasn't good. "how long? okay. no, don't worry. i'm not going to let anything happen to her."

k hung up the phone before looking over at you. "we need to go. they know where we're at."

"h-how?" you stutter, fear coursing through your body.

"i don't know. harua just said that aric sent a group this way. some of the guys are on their way, but aric's group has a thirty minute head start. they'll be here any minute."

you nod at k's explanation. "but k, it's been snowing nonstop over the past three days. the car's more than likely snowed it. how are we going to get out?"

"fuck." k cursed, running a hand through his hair. his head snapped towards the front door. "stay inside."

he sped out of the room. you assumed he going to check your theory. he didn't come back though right away, and that scared you. you walk out of the kitchen and towards the front door. you peak out of the window to see if you could see any sign of him. instead, some guy banged on the window making you jump back and scream.

"come on, sweetheart. i don't bite." he growls with a smile. "hard."

you jump when he's suddenly ripped away from the window. you hear multiple growls, but you couldn't tell how many wolves were outside. you also thought you heard a shout of pain come from k. you wanted to run outside to check on him, but listened to his command to stay inside.

it went quiet outside, and you took another chance to look out the window again. you didn't see anybody, but it was hard to see since it was dark. you heard the back door open, making you freeze. you looked around you for a place to hide when your name was called.

"yn!"

"i'm here." you answer k's panicked tone, moving towards the kitchen where the back door was. your eyes widened at the state of him before rushing over to where he was leaning on the counter. "oh my god, k. are you okay?"

he was covered in blood. his lip was busted, and he had a bruise forming on his left cheek. his hand was clutching his stomach, and you removed it to see 4 deep claw marks going across his stomach. your worried eyes look back up at him.

"what do we do?"

"i need you to go and hide. i'll take care of them as they show up." you stop him from moving when he turns to go back outside.

"like hell i'm letting you go back out there! you'll die."

"that's a sacrifice i'm willing to make."

"it's not one i'm willing to make." you all but yell at him as you wrack your brain, trying to come up with a solution. "do you have any blood stored? will that help?"

he shook his head. "animal blood won't heal me."

"then what-" you stop yourself as you look at him. "will mine?"

"i'm not drinking from you." he refused.

"if you want to go back out there, you will." you demand. he still look unsure, so you kept trying to convince him. "k, you're pale, and you look one step away from death. and that's saying a lot because you're already dead!"

"yn-"

"k, please." you beg him, holding on to his wrist. "bite me. i'm begging you."

you hold out your wrist to him. he looks at your wrist for a moment before grabbing it. but instead of bringing it to his mouth, he pulled you to his chest. your hands land on his chest as you look up at him in shock. he wasn't looking at you though. instead, he was looking at your neck.

"here." you move your hair out of the way as well as moving your shirt.

"yn, are you sure?" k's eyes met yours.

"i wouldn't be offering if i wasn't sure. bite me."

k's hand slid up your body, wrapping around the back of your neck as he leans down. his breath hits your skin as his lips ghost over your neck. you almost jump in shock when he places a kiss to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet.

"i'm sorry."

you make a small pained sound when his teeth puncture your skin. his arms hold you steady as you fall into his embrace. the pain quickly fades away, and it confuses you when it turns into being somewhat pleasurable. you grip his hoodie as you bite down on your lip, so you don't make any noise.

once he's had enough, he pulls away from your neck. he places one last kiss to the spot before pulling away from you. his eyes are filled with worry. "are you okay?"

"i feel like i should be asking you that."

he no longer has the split lip or bruise on his face. his color was also looking better. and when you look down at his stomach, the claw marks are still there, but there more shallow than they were before.

his fingers brush your cheek, bringing your gaze back to him. he opens his mouth to say something, but a howl stops him. he looks behind him before back at you.

"hide. and don't come out until i come get you."

you turn, quickly running up the stairs. you make it to your room, grabbing the vanity chair before going into the closet. you put the chair under the door handle before going back to the very corner. you heard the faint sound of fighting farther away from the house, so you thought you were safe for the moment.

that moment was ruined when you heard the front door slam open. you heard a set of footsteps searching around the house before making their way upstairs. you place your hand over your mouth as they slam through the bedroom door as well.

the door handle to the closet move, but the chair stop it. you cry out as they slam their shoulder against the door. after three tries, the chair breaks and the door flies open making you scream. you look up to a guy well over 6 foot looking down at you.

"well. well. well." he drawls, crouching down to look at you. "what do we have here?"

"leave me alone." you kick at him when he tries to get close to you. you manage to kick his throat, making him fall on his knees coughing. you get up and manage to run around him, but his hand wraps around your ankle before you get to far. he yanks, and you hit the ground hard, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

"let go of me, you mangy mut!"

"watch it, baby. insults turn me on."

you try to pull away from him, but his grip was too tight. you scream as he pulls you towards him. your fingers graze something, causing you to see one of the chair pieces laying next to you. you grab it, lunging forward and stabbing him. he yells out, letting go of you.

"you little bitch!" he yells as you move away from him again. "fuck bringing you to aric. i'm going to kill you myself."

you freeze at the threat for a moment before moving into action. you get up, running out of the room and into the hall. you scream when you run into someone. their arms wrap around you, holding you steady.

"yn, it's me!" you recognize the voice as harua. you look up, never feeling more relieved as you meet the gaze of your best friend. you throw your arms around him, burrying your face into his neck.

"there's a wolf in there. he tried to-"

someone sped past you causing you to stop. you look back when you heard the man yell again before hearing a thump. k walks back out of the room, now covered in twice as much blood as before.

"i'm sorry we couldn't get here fast enough." k apologizes as he walks up to you two. his eyes scan over you to check for any injuries. relief fills him when he didn't see any.

"is it over?"

"no." k answers, looking down at you. "harua is going to take you out of here while we stay."

"be careful." you tell him. he smiles at you, bending down and kissing your forehead before walking away.

"always, little human."

you didn't bother grabbing anything but your shoes and k's jacket on the way out, slipping them on before following after harua. he stopped walking, head snapping to one direction before turning towards you. he picked up up before speeding over to an already started car. he placed you in the car seat before speeding over to his side, but before he could open the door, you saw something move behind him.

"harua, look out!"

you let out a sigh, feeling like you were on autopilot, as you clock out of work for the weekend. it had been almost two weeks since the cabin. it was also the last time you saw k. it was the last time anyone had seen k for that matter.

that night, fuma showed up just in time to keep harua from getting attacked by a wolf. it was the first time you had ever seen one shifted, and they were even larger than you thought. the one that almost attacked harua was well over 6 feet.

after that, he got the two of you out of there safely. the two of you didn't stop until you reached harua's place, which is where you've been staying for the past two weeks, but not anymore. aric hasn't made any moves, so today was the first day you were staying back at your apartment. you told harua it was because you wanted things to go back to normal. that wasn't a full lie, but there was more to it.

you just wanted to be alone.

especially because you knew your best friend was lying to you. he told you that k ran off after the fight, and none of them have been able to find him. they also said they haven't been able to contact him either. you made things easier for them by making them think you believe them, but it was far from what you think. not like you've been able to think much due to your anger.

you were mad at harua for lying to you, but for some reason, you were more mad a k. you didn't understand why you were mad at him. the two of you had only known each other for 4 days prior to him leaving. you two were barely friends, but it still hurt that he left with saying good bye. he didn't even make sure you were okay. the only thing he left you with was a hundred questions, some conflicting feelings, and a new scar on your neck from where he bit you.

you rub at your scar as you make your way back home with some ice cream and a bottle of wine. two choices that you knew k would hate, causing you to shake your head to get rid of the thoughts. as soon as you get home, you change into some sweats before opening the bottle of wine. you paired it with some tv show you were binging.

you were about three glasses of wine in when someone knocked on your door. you rolled your eyes, instantly recognizing the knock as harua's. you groan, putting your drink down before getting up. "harua, i told you i'm fine."

you didn't get an answer as you opened the door. your eyes widened when the person at your door wasn't just harua. it was harua and k. a very beaten and bloody k. as soon as you fully opened the door, he lost his balance, almost falling if you didn't the two of you didn't catch him. you wrap your arms around his waist. the two of you were struggling to hold him up.

you look over at harua. "what the fuck rua?"

"i'll explain. just help me get him to the couch." you look at him for a moment before turning to k.

"how come every time i see you, you're covered in blood?" he laughed, but it turned into a cough before he grasped at his side. you lift up your leg, closing your door before you two drag him into the living room. "if you get blood on my couch, you're buying me a new one."

"yes ma'am."

the two of you helped him sit down. he laid his head back, resting on the back of the couch before closing his eyes. you examine him, but you couldn't tell what was wrong with him due to the blood.

"care to tell me why you two are here?" you ask harua. he looks at you before glaring at k.

"you're guess is as good as mine. all i know is he shows up to my place injured, and he won't let us touch him. even mj offered her blood to help heal him, but he refused."

you look over at k. "why did he refuse?"

"he said he wanted you." harua answered. it didn't take a genius for you to figure out his words. he wanted your blood. "did he feed off of you at the cabin?"

"once. during the attack before you guys got there."

his eyes widen at your answer. "and you didn't tell me?"

"i didn't think it was important. besides, it's not like you haven't been completely honest with me either!" you raise your voice slightly.

"i couldn't!" harua exclaimed. he motioned to the vampire laying on your couch. "he wouldn't let me. you know i can't break his commands."

you look away from him and back at k. this time when you look over at k, his eyes were open and looking straight at you. you notice that his skin was more pale than before, but you still couldn't bring yourself closer to him. "so you disappear without telling me a thing, force him to lie to me, and you expect me to help you?"

"i'm sorry." he apologizes. you break eye contact when you see the guilt in his eyes. "i'll explain everything. i promise."

you look between him and harua. you know however mad you are at him, you couldn't live with yourself if you refused to help him and something happened to him. you let out a sigh before moving over to k. he groans as he shifts on the couch when you sit next to him.

"same spot?" you ask, moving your hair when he nods. the same as before, his hand slides around the back of your next as leans in. he presses a kiss to the scar before you could feel him hesitating. "it's okay, k."

that was all he needed to continue. you hear harua gasp as k bites your neck. the feelings you got before were somehow even stronger causing you bite your lip to avoid making any sound. you don't know how or why you trusted him enough to not take too much blood from you, or even kill you. but right when you felt slightly lightheaded, he pulled away.

"thank you." he whispers as he pulls away from you. "i know i don't deserve it."

you nod your head, feeling too choked up to say anything to him as you move away from him. he lays his head back down before closing his eyes. you watch it looks like he falls asleep, but then you notice his breathing slow down. you shake his shoulder, trying to wake him up, but he doesn't move.

you look over to harua in a panic. "what's wrong with him?"

"nothing." he answers. "it's something vampires do when they're healing. we go into this coma like state."

"meaning?"

"he won't wake up until his body thinks it's healed enough." you look over at him when he said that. you know now that he didn't have a choice, but you were still upset with him. you wanted to cool down before you talked to either one of them, but now it looks like you weren't going to get that.

"great, so i'm stuck with you two."

"yn-" harua tries to talk to you, but you move away from him. you grab your wine glass before leaving the living room.

"i need another drink."

you could see harua from your kitchen as you make yourself another drink. you watch him move k into a laying position before covering him up with a blanket you had on the back of the couch. if you weren't so conflicted, you would laugh at the fact that k was so tall, his feet hung over the arm of the couch.

after he was done with k, he met you in the kitchen. without speaking, you walk over, grabbing another wine glass and filling it before giving it to harua. he thanked you before taking a sip. you grabbed your glass before moving to sit at your counter.

"i'm sorry i lied." you look over at harua. "i didn't want to. i wanted to tell you the truth, but he told me not to tell you anything."

"why?" you ask.

"i have my theories. and questions for when he wakes up." harua answers. "all we knew is him and alex were hunting aric. i didn't lie when i said we hadn't seen him, but he did reach out to us a few times."

"did he kill him?" harua nods his head at your question causing you to let out a sigh of relief. you didn't have to continuously look over your shoulder anymore. "good."

"why didn't you tell me k bit you?" harua asked you. you shrugged your shoulders as you played with your drink.

"like i said. i didn't think it was that important." you answer. "those wolves would've killed him if i didn't."

"but why your neck?"

"because he asked?" you look over at him confused. "why does that matter?"

harua lets out a sigh. "we don't normally bite people on the neck."

that got your attention. "you don't? then where to you normally bite?"

"we normally go for the wrist." harua answered. "if i needed blood from you, no matter how long we knew each other, i would bite your wrist. never your neck."

"is it like… i don't know, illegal or something?"

harua shook his head. "no, it's just something personal. most of the time, a vampire only bites the neck of someone their extremely attracted to. only it's more."

"more?" you ask, very confused by everything. "so you're saying k's attracted to me?"

"no." he answered before shaking his head. "i mean, yes. but it's more."

"you keep talking in riddles, and i'm going to throw my drink at you."

"we only bite the necks of someone we want to spent our lives with." your eyes widen as harua's outburst. you almost thought you misheard him. you asked him to repeat himself, and he said the same thing.

"you're telling me the man passed out on my couch wants to spend the rest of his eternal life with me?" harua nods his head at your question. "how? i just met him."

"fuma knew that mj was his beloved an hour after they met." harua shrugged. you stopped mid sip as his words hit you. you look over at him to see him watching k. he didn't even realize what he had just told you. you turn around to see that k was still asleep on your couch.

you didn't know if you wanted to believe that you were k's beloved. you thought that he was attractive, and that you had some feelings for him that you couldn't explain. but you didn't think he felt the same. could human's feel that pull as well? and why didn't he tell you? instead, he just abandoned you without a single word. you didn't even realize you were crying until harua called your name.

"bubs, are you okay?"

"no." you answer honestly. "you just told me that i could be his beloved. i don't know how i'm supposed to react to that."

"i was just giving an example. i don't know if that's true, or…" harua trailed off as he watched you as you watched k. "you feel the pull too, don't you?"

you swallow, not answering him as you stood up. you grab your phone before putting it in your pocket. "i'm going for a walk. i need some air."

"yn-" you didn't listen to him. you slipped on your shoes before running out the door, slamming it behind you.

an hour later you found yourself alone sitting in a park. it was starting to get cold now that the sun had set, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. you just pulled up your hood and tucked yourself into your hoodie.

your phone laying next to you started to ring, making you groan. you had already had 3 missed calls and about 100 texts from harua trying to check on you. you messaged him once saying that you were fine and that you wanted to be alone. but in typical harua fashion, he kept trying. the last message you got was him saying that k woke up, and the two left your apartment.

to your surprise, it wasn't harua. it an unknown number. you stared at it for a moment before you decided to pick it up. you pick up the phone, answering it before putting it up to your ear. "hello."

"yn?" a female voice came from your phone. "it's mj."

"oh, hey." you mumble, fidgeting with your sleeve. "what's up?"

"i just wanted to check in on you. i know the last time we talked you were mad at k for leaving, and i know they just came over unannounced." she explained.

you scoff as you look back at it. "i don't know how i'm feeling. i just found out my best friend was lying to me."

"if it makes you feel any better, i didn't know either. i'm still debating on killing fuma for lying to me or not." you laugh at her threat before realizing something. she's the beloved to a vampire. maybe she could answer your questions.

"fuma's your beloved, right?"

"he is." she answered. "is this about k?"

"how'd you know?"

she laughed. "honey, i knew you were his beloved as soon as he laid his eyes on you. i've never seen him act like this."

"how so?"

"well for starters, he went into hiding for you." she answered. "k is always in front of everyone, keeping them safe. especially when it came to aric. so the fact that he left it completely up to alex and the guys says a lot."

"it's not technically confirmed if we're… you know." you trail off.

"based on the argument k and harua just had, i think it's confirmed. fuma had to go over and separate them."

"how did you feel when you and fuma met?"

"when we first met, it was like an instant connection. i immediately felt at home around him. then there was this pull." she started to explain. her last sentence felt familiar to you.

"pull?"

"yeah." she answered. "it was almost like i was connected to a string. i was on one end and fuma was on the other, so it felt like we just kept gravitating towards each other. i always wanted to be near him."

"is that how he felt as well?"

she let out a sigh. "he's tried to explain this to me multiple times. he said it felt stronger for him than it did me which i didn't think was possible. the pull nearly drove me crazy. he said once he felt that pull, he almost instantly knew i was his beloved. but it was only solidified when he bit me."

"so they have to bite you to know for sure?" she hummed out a yes at your question. "k bit me at the cabin."

"so that's why he went crazy." she mused with a laugh. "fuma said he'd never seen k loose his cool like he did after you left. he said it like he flipped a switch. killed every wolf that was left before leaving without a word. that's also why k wouldn't feed from me and demanded to go to you."

you furrow your eyebrows. "i thought that was because fuma and you were together."

"you are partially right." she answered. "if k fed from me, that would be completely fine. but if a vampire has a human beloved, the only person they can feed from their beloved. it's like a scent thing."

"scent thing?"

"the way fuma described it is like they become basically obsessed with your scent. if it doesn't smell like you, they're not going to want it." so that explains why k keeps his face buried in your neck both before and after feeding from you.

"so, the only way for k to feed now is from me?"

"i mean, he can still feed from animals which is what most of the guys do anyway, but fuma says it just doesn't feel the same." she answered. "but the two of you aren't fully beloveds yet."

"how so?" you ask.

"unless you two have had sex and didn't tell us." you gasp at her words causing her to laugh. "i'm taking that as a no."

"no sex." you tell her before rubbing your hand over your face. "i don't know what to do. i'm mad he left without telling me anything. but-"

"but the pull makes you not want to be. it can be a bitch. trust me." she finished your sentence. "are you going to let him explain though?"

"once i calm down."

"good. you're good for him, yn." you heard her talk to someone before she spoke to you again. "i have to go. we'll talk later, okay?"

"okay."

you hang up the phone before shoving it back in your pocket. you sat on the bench for a little while long trying to clear your thoughts. it wasn't until your fingers started to tingle that you got up and started walking home.

you felt conflicted. this pull that mj explained really made you want to instantly forgive k, but you yourself couldn't bring yourself to. you know you were going to make any decision until you heard k's side. he can't shut you out anymore. if he really wants this to work and be with you, he can't just not leave without telling you and keeping things that involve you from you.

you open the door before sliding off your shoes. you take your keys out of your pocket and hang them up when you felt something. or more like someone. you somehow knew that k was in your apartment. you should've knew better than to believe he would he would leave you alone. you didn't even bother to look for him, knowing that he could come to you.

you walk into the kitchen, noticing that harua had cleaned up your mess in the kitchen. you walked over to the fridge, grabbing you newly bought ice cream before grabbing a spoon before sitting on your counter. right as you open it and take a bite, you could hear footsteps come up from the living room. you didn't look up from the ice cream, not ready to meet his gaze just yet. he stood opposite of you, leaning on the counter while watching you. he stayed quiet, as did you, but you know he was waiting for you to speak first.

"how long?"

you hear k let out a sigh as he shifts. "i had theories before the dinner, but it was confirmed at the cabin."

"and yet you still left without telling me anything." you scoff before eating a bite of ice cream before setting it down. "i had no idea if you were okay. you could've been dead for all i knew."

you still refused to meet his gaze as he moved to stand in front of you. your breath hitches as his hand brushes along your cheek. and as much as you don't want to, you find yourself leaning into his hand. "i'm sorry i left without telling you. i panicked. i just found my beloved, and the fear of him taking you away from me was too much. i knew if i saw you, or even spoke to you, i wouldn't be able to do what i needed to do to keep you safe."

"harua said you and alex killed him?" you were looking up enough to see him nod his head. "is that what happened to you?"

"he had more wolves there than we were anticipating. i took them on while alex killed him."

you then remember that when he came to you, he was injured and covered in blood. you look to see he had changed his clothes. "are you okay now?"

"thanks to you." he answered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. once he pulled away, you finally looked up, meeting his dark gaze. as soon as your eyes met his, he let out a breath before softly smiling. "hello, my beloved."

three words.

three words from him was all it took for your walls to come crashing down. you blink back tears as you throw your arms around his neck. his arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you just as tight as you were holding him. you rest your head on his shoulder when he pulls you closer, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

"i'm so sorry about how i handled things." he mumbles, lips grazing your neck as he spoke. "if i could go back and do things differently, i would. the last thing i wanted to do is hurt you."

you let out a sigh. "i know. i understand now why you did what you did. just please don't do it again."

"never." he agreed. he pulled just enough to press his forehead to yours. his hands cup your cheeks before he speaks again. "i'm never going to leave your side again. and i know you probably don't trust me, but believe me when i say i'm going to spent the rest of our lives doing everything i can until you do trust me."

there wasn't a doubt in him that he was in fact going to do what he said he was. the determination in his eyes said enough. but your focus soon shifted to something else. his lips. they were so close to yours, and you found yourself craving to know what they felt like against yours.

you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. he let out a groan, like he had been waiting for this, before instantly kissing you back. to say it was the best kiss you've ever had would be an understatement. the way his lips molded to yours like the two of you were made for each other. you never wanted to pull away, especially when his tongue brushed against yours, but you did eventually when your lungs started screaming for air.

once his lips left yours, he moved before attaching them to your neck. you tilt your head as he kissed down your neck before stopping at his mark. he didn't go any further though, stopping before anything got heated. you could tell he didn't want to, groaning as he placed one last kiss on your mark before pulling away. his eyes were dark, and his lips were swollen making him look even more attractive.

"i want to take you on a date before…" he trailed off, but you knew what he meant. he wanted to take you out before he made you fully his. you almost missed the slight pink to his cheeks.

"so, no fake titles this time?" he lets out a chuckle at your question.

"no fake titles. just a man taking his beautiful beloved out to dinner." you felt yourself flush at his words, but you didn't want to give him that satifaction.

"what a shame. the fake titles kind of turned me on."

the vampire in front of you threw his head back with a groan. you eyed his neck, wanting to place your lips on him. but alas, you weren't going to start anything before your date. you had to make him suffer somehow for the last 2 weeks. once his gaze met yours again, his eyes were even darker than before.

"you're not going to make this easy on me, are you?" you smile at his question. you pull him back down for another kiss. this one softer and shorter than the last one. you brushed your lips against his as you pulled away.

"absouletly not."

to say you made the next week for k miserable would be an understatement. you quickly learned that the man is very sensitive to touch, and of course you used that to your advantage. he took it very well, in your opinion, but there were a few times he would slip.

the two of you developed a routine. every day after work, he would pick you up before taking you home. he would then make you dinner because 'my beloved will not eat only ice cream and take out for the rest of her life.'

though since he was making you dinner, the two of you had to go grocery shopping which was a fun experience. because the one that is next to your house is where your ex works. the ex who still isn't over you. normally you bring harua with you because at least he scares your ex enough for him to leave you alone.

k left you alone for not even 2 seconds before your ex came up to you. conversation started out simple until he asked you out. but before you could say no for what seemed like the hundredth time, you felt a hard chest press against your back. k's arm slid over your should as he no doubt glared at the man in front of him.

"baby, is this man bothering you?"

that sentence alone was enough for him to run away from you two. you laughed, finding the situation funny. that was until k turned you towards him. you didn't even have a chance to question him before his lips were on yours- his tongue immediately sliding past your lips. his hand had a soft but firm grip on the side of your throat, thumb pressed against your pulse point. it was only when a small moan left your lips that the two of you pulled away from each other, realizing that you two were literally in the middle of the food aisle.

he would make enough food for the both of you to eat because he said he didn't want you to eat alone. that alone melted your heart. after dinner, you two would lounge around, eating talking or watching movies like you did at the cabin. although this time, he wouldn't let you more than two inches away from him. most of the time, your head was either in his lap, or you were laying back on his chest in between his legs.

that second position often got you in trouble. because you could so easily pull him down to you, locking lips with his. one time, you moved your hand up before raking your fingers through his hair. he had you pick up and straddling him before you could even blink. the two of you soon got carried away, especially you. without thinking, you moved your hips against his. you felt him harden beneath you as he pulled back with a groan, laying his head on your shoulder.

"i'm sorry." you apologized.

"don't be, beloved." he kissed your cheek before helping you get off of him. he then spent the next 10 minutes in your bathroom. at least you were nice enough not to question him when he came back.

a week had finally passed, and today was the day k was going to take you on your date. you hadn't seem him today due to the vampire that was laying on your bed- harua. the two of you having spent the day hanging out together. you knew you weren't going to be able to stay made at harua. not when he showed up to your house the day after everything came out crying. you instantly forgave him.

"do you know where he's taking me?" you ask as you fix your hair. harua grumbled rolling over to where he was on his stomach. you met his gaze through the mirror.

"i do. and don't even think of asking where."

"i would never." you laugh at the accusation. "i just want to know what to where."

you watch as harua gets up before strolling into your closet like he's done a hundred times before. you hear him mumble to himself for a minute before he walks out holding a black dress. you instantly recognize it as something harua forced you to buy not long ago.

"rua, i can't wear that!"

he put the dress down before turning to you. "you are even if i have to force you in it."

it wasn't that you didn't like the dress. it was pretty. it had a long sleeved black dress with a squared neckline that showed some cleavage. the issues was the length. it only went to right above your mid thigh, and it had a slit that went even higher.

you let out a whine. "why that one?"

"honestly?" harua asks. you turn around to look at him, not sure if you want his answer. "not only do you look sexy in this dress, you're going to blow k away. and that's exactly what we need from him."

you raise your eyebrows. "you're still mad about last week, aren't you?"

"yes!" he exclaimed. "he hurt you, and he made me hurt you by forcing me to lie to you. i'm going to hold a grudge against him for the rest of my life."

"but i forgave him." you stand up, making your way over to him.

"doesn't mean i have to yet." he told you. "i'm still thinking of a revenge plot, and you're going to help me when i do it."

"okay." you instantly agreed before grabbing the dress. you go to your closet before putting it on, adding some accessories that you think go well with the dress.

"wear those black heels i like." harua called out from the bedroom. you finished putting on your ear ring with an eye roll.

"okay, mom."

"don't make me come in there." while you were doing the finishing touches, someone knocked on your front door. you could only assume it was k as it was almost time for him to pick you up. "i got it, bubs. finish getting ready."

you hear him leave your room. you hear him great k, or more like threaten him just like he's been doing for the past week before letting him into your apartment. he's your 'number 1 protector' as he calls it.

once you were ready, you grabbed a small should bag before walking out of the room. you hear k make a noise that almost sounded like a growl, and harua saying you're welcome as you walk into the living room. you look up to see k looking at you like deer in headlights. he doesn't say anything, but his eyes take you in, making you shudder.

"i've successfully broken him, so i can go now." harua laughs before walking over to you. he presses a light kiss to your cheek, careful not to mess up your makeup. "i'll call you later. if you don't answer, i know what happened."

"rua!" you hear his laugh as your front door closes. you turn back around, nearly jumping when k appears in front of you. his hands grip your waist as his eyes meet yours. "hi, k."

"hello, my beloved." k smiles down at you before leaning down. you meet him halfway, happy you wore transfer proof makeup as you kissed him. he squeezed your waist as he pulled away. "you are the most beautiful women i've ever seen. i almost just want to keep you here all to myself."

you feel your face blush at his words. "come on. you'll have me all to yourself when we get back."

you smile when you hear him groan as you walk away. you grab your keys before placing them into your bag along with you phone. he leads you to his car with his hand on your back. once the two of you are in the car, he drove you guys to wherever k was taking you.

while he was driving, you were able to look over at him. he looked fresh off of the runway in his suit. he kept his hair natural though, and not slicked back like how it was when you first met. you chalked that up to you telling him this was how you like his hair best.

"like what you see?" you smirk at k's question, not ashamed at all that you were caught. not like you were being sneaky in the first place.

you shifted in your seat, leaning on the center console some. you reached over, running your hands through his hair. "do you remember at the cabin when you asked me what my first impression of you was? do you want to know what it was?"

"don't do this to me." k pouted, clearly not liking your teasing.

you ignored his request. "i thought that you were the most attractive man i've ever seen. i'm pretty sure my exact thoughts were that you looked like you just walked off of a movie set."

"you're going to be the death of me." he sighed, shifting in his seat. you chuckled, deciding to give him a break from the teasing. you leaned over one last time kissing his cheek before returning back to your original position.

once you arrived at the restaurant, k kept his hand in yours as the waitress led you to a table. it was in the back corner, which k knew you preferred so you weren't too crowded.

you were instantly greeted by your waiter when you sat down. k ordered you two some wine while the two of you looked over the menu. once he was back with the drinks, he took your orders before leaving again, but not before checking you out, which you didn't notice because you weren't paying attention. but k did.

he brushed it off though, forgetting it once he got pulled into a conversation with you. you were telling him some story about you and harua from college when the waiter came back with your food. you thanked him with a polite smile before going back to your story. but once again, the waiter was looking at you once again. he even did a double take once he walked away. you still didn't notice, too into your story, but you did notice k's emotion shift.

"k?" his eyes quickly met yours. "are you okay?"

"of course i am. why wouldn't i be when i have the most beautiful date sitting in front of me?" he reached over, grabbing your hand. you smiled at his words. "now, finish telling me your story, pretty."

you did as he asked, continuing to tell the story while you two ate. that was when the waiter came up for the fourth time, asking if everything was okay. you both agreed, and this time, you finally noticed what was wrong with k when you caught the waiter looking at your chest, except k didn't catch it since he was so busy watching you.

you then started to keep an eye on your waiter, and you caught him multiple times staring at you. you weren't going to bring it up to k since he was finally starting to go back to your smiley beloved, but you did ask him for his coat. he immediately took it off before draping it over your shoulders.

after the two of you finished eating, you two were still chatting when you had to use the bathroom. as you got up to leave, k noticed once again that the waiter was staring at you. he finally had enough, and he was ready to leave before he did something stupid.

as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom, you were pressed against the wall by your clearly jealous beloved. his head ducks down, kissing your neck- paying close attention to your mark which you have learned how sensitive it is. you let out a whimper when his fangs graze over your mark. "if i see one more person look at you, i'm going to loose my mind. please let me take you home."

"take me home k."

as soon as you stepped foot into your apartment, you were pressed into the door- k's lips instantly going to yours. his hands were roaming everywhere he could reach. they grazed the end of your dress before he gripped your thighs, pulling you into his arms with ease. you let out a gasp as your legs wrapped around him, and k took the opportunity to slide his tongue past your lips.

your hands started to unbutton his shirt, but apparently it wasn't fast enough because k ripped it open with one hand, causing buttons to fly everywhere. you smile into the kiss at his actions before sliding the shirt off of him. his hands gripped your ass, squeezing as he moved you away from the door. your lips left his, kissing his neck while your hands explored his toned chest.

he moved you two to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling your lips to his again. your dress started to ride up, bunching at your waist and showing your black lace underwear. k let out a groan into you mouth as his hands ran over the fabric.

k found the zipper for your dress, and you pulled away before he pulled the fabric over your head. his eyes darkened at the sigh of your body, slowly running his hands up your sides before grazing the matching black bra. he met your eyes before kissing you again.

"my god, you are breathtaking." he mumbled against your lips before he started kissing down your neck. "and you're all mine. isn't that right, baby?"

you let out a moan when k suck on the skin where his mark is. "yes, k. i'm yours."

"good girl." he praises, and you feel yourself become even more wet with his words. his hands graze the edge of your bra. "can i take this off?" you nod your head, not saying anything. you jumped, gasping when k's hand landed on your ass. not hard enough to hurt- just enough to send a spark through you. "use you words baby."

"yes, take it off."

once the words leave your mouth, he unhooks your bra before sliding it down your arms, leaving you topless. k eyes your breast with hunger before squeezing them in his palms, making you gasp. you feel him smile against your skin before his lips replace one of his hands. a moan falls past your lips as he sucks on your nipple while twisting the other one with his fingers.

your hands twist in his hair as continues to suck on your breast, leaving marks. his hand falls away from your other breast, slowly sliding down your stomach before trailing the edge of your underwear.

"please k." you beg, wanting some kind of relief. he hummed against your breast, pulling away for a moment to smile at you.

"you sound so pretty when you beg for me, beloved." his hand slipped past your underwear- fingers gliding along your soaked slit. "you're soaked for me."

you let out a moan as k presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing gently, and giving you the relief you want. his other fingers tease your entrance before he slides one finger in.

"fuck, k." you moan, letting your head fall on his shoulder as he starts moving his finger in and out of you in a slow pace. he then adds a second finger, stretching you out before increasing his pace. he was rewarded with another moan of his name from you.

"i'm never going to get enough of you, beloved." he whispers, lips grazing your ear. his fingers curl inside of you, making you arch your back. your chest presses against his as you tighten around him. "are you close? is that why your squeezing around my fingers?"

"y-yes." you moan out when he curls his fingers again. "i'm c-close. fuck."

he smirks at your answer, increasing his speed and watching you come undone in front of him. your nails dig into his shoulders as k brings you over the edge. k wraps his arm around you, holding you tightly to him as you reach your orgasm. he slows his pace as you come down before pulling his fingers out of you.

"that was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen." k presses his lips to yours- you responding instantly. once he pulls away from you, you watch as he puts his hand that was covered in you in his mouth, sucking them clean. he groans as he tastes you. "i need more of you. will you let me taste you properly, beloved?"

as soon as the word yes is out of your mouth, you're on your back in the blink of an eye. he kneels in between your legs, running his hands along your thighs until he reaches your underwear. you lift your hips for him when he starts to slowly slide them down your legs. once you were completely bare in front of him, his eyes raked over every inch of your body. and even though he already gave you one orgasm, you felt yourself becoming a little self conscious. you try to move your hands to cover yourself, but k's hands hold yours down.

"none of that, beloved." he scolded, letting go of your hands. "there is no need to be self conscious with a body like this."

k bends down to line his face up with your heat. his lips press to your inner thigh before he looks up at you. "everything about you drives me crazy. your scent. your blood. i feel like i'm loosing my mind."

"i've been loosing my mind about you since i saw you for the first time, so i guess we're even." k laughs at your words, pressing on last kiss to your thigh before moving closer to you. you let out a gasp when he licks along your heat. "oh my god, k!"

he smirks, watching as you jump when he brushes against your clit. you whine his name before he finally puts his lips on you, sucking harshly on your clit.

"f-fuck, k!"

"you taste so sweet, beloved. i could spend the rest of my life between of your thighs."

his tongue teased your entrance, sliding in a few times before replacing them with his fingers again. you squeeze around his fingers as you adjust to him. once you were adjusted, his lips attached to your clit while he added a third finger into you. you clutched the sheets as a loud moan escaped you. his hand held your hips down while he feasted on you like it was his last meal.

you felt your stomach twist as your second orgasm approached you. he mumbled something that you couldn't make out. you couldn't pay attention due to your second release washing over you. k continued to pleasure you through your orgasm, but he didn't stop once you had come down. you let out a whine before trying to pull away, but his hand tightened around your thigh, holding you in place.

"my sweet beloved." he hummed as he continued to move his fingers inside of you. "you can handle one more before i fill you with my cock, can't you?"

another whine came from your lips when he curled his fingers. "fuck, yes k."

"good girl." he praises before bringing you to your third orgasm.

you didn't think you could handle another one, but when you caught the outline of his hardened length, you could help but pull him closer to you when he finally lifted himself away from your heat. his lips crashed against your when he settled in between your legs. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

you moved your hand from around his neck, trailing down his stomach before unbuttoning his pants. he groaned into the kiss when your hand slipped past his clothes, gripping his hard length in your hand before squeezing. his hips moved against your hand when you started stroking him.

"my beloved." k mumbled, reluctantly pulling away from your lips. he grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. "i'm not going make it inside of you if you keep that up."

you removed you hand from his pants as k pulls you into to another kiss before unhooking your legs from his waist. he moved off of you before standing up. you watched him intently as he removed his bottoms, leaving him bare in front of you. your eyes widened as you eyed his length. somehow you knew his dick would be a pretty as the rest of him.

"beloved, i'm going to ruin you if you keep staring at me like that." you look up to meet his eyes that were so dilated, you could barely see any color. you raise your eyebrows with a smirk before motioning to him.

"you expect to have a body like that, and me not stare?"

you blink, and he's right back on top of you, kissing you like there's no tomorrow. his hands grip your thighs, squeezing them before wrapping them around his waist like before. as he does that, his length brushes against your heat making you shudder.

"are you ready?" he asks you, lining himself up with you when you nod. "i'll go slow, but you need to tell me if i hurt you, okay?"

you nod. "i will."

once he got your confirmation, he started to slowly press into you. you moan as you feel him stretch you. you could tell he was being cautious, taking his time making sure you were comfortable even though he was struggling to do so. when his hips were flush against yours, he laid his forehead on yours, giving you time to adjust to him.

it took you longer than you thought to adjust to him since he was so large. you tried to apologize, but k cut you off mid sentence with a kiss. he then proceeded to kiss all over your face, telling you sweet thoughts as he went.

after a few minutes, you nodded your head to him, telling him he could move. he slowly pulled almost all the way out of you before pushing back in. when you tapped his shoulder whispering out more, he looked down at you in confirmation.

"are you sure?"

"yes. please, k." you answer him. he presses a kiss to your forehead before speeding up his pace and being rewarded with a moan from you.

"you feel so good, my beloved." you squeeze around him at his words. he groans while head falls into your neck. "i'm not going to last long if you keep doing that."

your nails rake down his back at a particular harsh thrust. you could tell he close, as were you. his hand moves your legs up higher on his waist, allowing him to hit and even deeper spot. you throw your head back in pleasure before k's lips find yours. his forehead rests on yours when he pulls back. you could tell he wanted something, but wouldn't say. it didn't take you but a second to realize when he glanced at your neck what he wanted.

you grip the back of his neck, kissing him before nodding your head. "bite me."

"are you sure?" he asks you. you feel your stomach twist, signaling your orgasm was close. you nodded your head.

"k, bite me."

he moved forward, kissing your mark before his fangs teased the area. you let out a pleading moan, and that was all k needed to sink his fangs into your neck. the pleasure from his bite was all you needed to bring you over the edge. a few seconds after you and a few harsh thrusts from k, he followed after you, filling you with a groan.

his fangs left your neck, kissing the area before pulling away. his hands gripped your face as his lips find yours. even though you're on the brink of exhaustion, you find yourself kissing him back.

"did i tire you out, my beloved?" k asked, pulling away with a smirk. you rolled your eyes, but ultimately agreed with him.

"i don't think i've ever came so much." you hiss when he pulls out of you. his arms wrap around your back as he sits up, pulling you up with him. "what are you doing?"

"shower." he answered, standing up with you wrapped around him like a koala.

"i'm too tired, k."

he sit you on the counter before turning the shower on. "don't worry about a thing, my beloved. let me take care of you."

and take care of you he did. he washed your hair and body- being very careful not to hurt you before he bathed himself. once you two were done, he carried you back over to the counter before drying your hair and dressing you. he even took off whatever makeup you had left on your face.

as he was taking off your makeup, you came to a realization. no matter how little time you knew him, you never wanted to be apart from him. that thought scared you immensely. but when he looked at you with a smile, all of those fears went away. you weren't going to say anything to him yet, not sure if he felt the same, but you knew without a doubt that you were in love with him.

once you were nice and clean, he carried you back to bed, placing you under the blankets before putting on his boxers. he turned off the lights before sliding into bed with you. you instantly went to him, throwing your leg over his waist and resting your head on his chest. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him.

you place a kiss on his chest. "thank you."

"you don't need to thank me for anything, beloved. if anything, i should thank you."

"who knew you were so sweet?" you smile, jumping with he softly pinches your side.

"you're not going to say that in a few hours when we go for round 2." you pull your head away from his chest, looking up at him with raised brows.

"really?" he smiled at you, moving forward and kissing your temple.

"like i said earlier beloved. i'm never going to get tired of you."

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