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junkdrawerfics · 1 year ago

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You're Scaring Me

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: Request - Can you write one where the reader does something major told her not to do and he gets mad when he finds out and then jasper tries to console her and she’s jus really guilty and upset and then the major comes back out and they talk it thru.

Word Count: 3558

Warning: Angsty maybe. Obviously some unhealthy anger stuff, but it ends well, I promise.

Note: I liked the idea of doing something with the wolves, but felt Jasper/the Major wouldn't ask you to stay away from people, especially if they were your friends. So I took a route regarding reader's safety, since he'd totally go feral over that.

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Saying Forks was in the middle of a blizzard would be an under exaggeration.

You’d never seen snow like this. You could barely see past your front porch, it was coming down so hard. School had been canceled, of course, and Emmett had convinced the family it would be fun to try hunting with the added challenge of not being able to see.

Jasper had hesitated to join at first, to leave you alone in this storm since your parents were away, but it only took a little soft convincing from you for him to relent.

On one term, at least

“Please stay here ‘til we get back,” the blond repeats worriedly as he puts on a coat - that he doesn’t need, you might add

“It’s not that bad out, Jasper,” you chuckle, eyes glued out the window.

“Darlin.”

His voice shifts subtly. You blink, glancing back at him over your shoulder. Jasper stares right back at you, eyes narrowed, a familiar intensity burning behind them. Your body figures it out before you do, fine hairs standing on end, pupils dilating. A sharp contradiction to the smile that lights up your face.

“Yes, Major?” You ask, barely missing a beat.

The man takes a step towards you, hands clasped behind his back, shoulders straight. It’d be intimidating if you didn’t know better.

“You goin’ to listen for me?” He asks, voice low, accent thicker than before.

“Of course, Major.”

The barest flicker of a smile pulls at the vampire’s lips. Such a sweet thing. The way you look at him - all wide, puppy dog eyes, attentive and loving - it makes him feel raw with the need to protect you, even if it’s just from the blizzard.

Tender in a way he’s never been, the Major touches your chin, drawing close enough that he can feel your warm breath stutter against his lips as he murmurs, “Then be a good girl and stay put for me. I don’t want you out in this weather.”

You can’t help but soften, fondness curling in your chest. He really is just a soft teddy bear at his core.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you insist, curling your arms around his waist, “I won’t go out, I promise.”

“Good.” The Major closes the small gap between you, lips pressing against yours in an unrelenting kiss. It’s all you can do to keep yourself upright as his hand curls along your jaw, drawing you closer, closer, until your head is spinning from the feeling. You’d think he’s going off to war again by the way he kisses you.

You can barely catch your breath when he pulls away. Heat blooms across your cheeks, and you bury your face in his chest to hide it, which earns a low chuckle from the blond. He presses another kiss to your temple, this one softer, gentler.

“Love you, darlin,” he murmurs, all honey and sweet and Jasper again.

You melt against him, voice muffled by his sweater, “Love you too, Jazz. Stay safe, please.”

“I won’t be long,” he reassures you, “Emmett will give in when he realizes all the animals are hidin’ from the weather.”

You huff a laugh. Perhaps. Emmett is stubborn, reckless, and stubbornly reckless. Once he has an idea in his mind, it’s hard to get him off it, like today. But you’re sure Jasper’s right. He’ll give up once he gets bored.

“I’ll hold you to that mister. I’ll be lonely without you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He leans down, catching your lips one final time. You can feel his grin through the kiss. “Just a couple hours, darlin’. I’ll drag him back if I have to after that.”

He’s still reluctant to leave, but the nagging worries are quieter now, enough that he can drag himself from the comfort of your touch to join his brothers outside. You watch them disappear into the haze of snow, like ghosts, before shuffling back to your kitchen to work on some homework.

It shouldn’t be so hard to stay busy until they get back. Right?

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That’s what you thought, at least. But one hour quickly turns to two, which quickly turns to three and still no Jasper. By the fifth hour, you’ve finished all your work and find yourself staring into an empty fridge with a growling stomach.

Of course your parents would forget to stock up before going on a business trip.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you glance outside. It’s still snowing, but not…as bad. You could probably make it to the grocery store and back without any problems. And you’d probably get back before they do, so Jasper wouldn’t even know.

Everything would be fine.

You layer up, tucking a scarf tightly around your neck. It might be a little lighter outside, but it’s still well below freezing. It’ll be quick, though. The grocer is maybe a five minute walk, and you only need a couple things.

Popping your hood up, you grab your house keys and venture out, shuffling the whole way there.

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“Brave of you to venture out in this,” the cashier chimes, scanning your microwave meal and milk - you figure you might as well get stuff for breakfast too.

“Didn’t have much of a choice,” you hum shakily, teeth still chattering as you hand him some cash, “I’d rather be cold for a bit instead of going hungry.”

“Fair ‘nough!” The cash register dings and he hands you some change. “Stay safe out there, miss.”

“Thanks.” You cast him a smile, “You too. Hope it clears up a bit before you have to leave.”

“God willing.”

You slip your gloves back on and heave the bag of supplies from the counter.

On the walk back, you’re a little less careful, eyes wandering as you tread through the snow. The journey here hadn’t been so bad. Sure you’d almost slipped a few times, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it’d be. It was actually almost nice, once your face went numb at least.

Your thoughts wander to the food in your hands, pace picking up a bit as you think about how nice a warm meal will be after this. And well earned after a long day of work and a hazardous journey to get it. Maybe you could cuddle up on the couch and turn on a movie while you eat. That sounds ni-

-and you’re falling.

You screech, boots slipping against the ice as the world tilts wildly. Instinctually, your eyes squeeze shut and you wait for the impact, hoping your layers might be enough to cushion the fall.

They are, thankfully. But they aren’t enough to stop your ankle from twisting as you tumble a bit off the sidewalk.

The pain is instant. It pulses up your leg, sharp and fiery compared to the cold seeping into your bones. You suck in a sharp breath, teeth gritting as you bury your face in the snow. It’s all you can do to keep yourself from crying, that stinging sensation starting in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat.

God, you’re so screwed.

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“Darlin, I’m back,” Jasper calls out softly, brushing the ice from his hair as he slips into your warm house.

Almost instantly, he can tell something’s wrong. Jasper stops, brow furrowing. Usually you’d be bounding up to tackle him by now, a beautiful smile on your lips, asking how things went. It’s something constant, a custom he enjoys more than he’ll admit.

There’s no greeting this time, though. Even as he stills, focusing on the sounds of the house, he can’t hear a thing. No footsteps, no heartbeat. It’s eerily silent, empty.

You’re not here.

An uneasy feeling settles in his chest. Jasper speeds through the house, checking each room, hoping his ears are just tricking him. Maybe you’re just asleep or reading in some corner. With each empty room, though, the feeling worsens, gripping him by the throat, unrelenting and violent. He’s spiraling, he knows it, can tell he’s walking along an all too familiar edge, blurred between himself and-

The Major pauses at the door to your bedroom. Empty. Your coat isn’t where you usually leave it. Neither are your boots. It leaves little doubt in his mind where you’ve gone.

You didn’t listen to him.

The blond takes a slow breath, holding back the anger that washes over him, white hot and smoldering.

It’s rare for you to not listen to him. You know his none-too-gentle requests are for your safety, they always are. Because while Jasper would rather die a million times than see you hurt, the Major would bring the world to its knees if it meant keeping you safe. He’s never had something as good as you in his life and the need to protect that, to protect you, well - that drives him to his knees. And now you’re out in this storm. By yourself.

The door slams as he throws himself back out into the snow to find you.

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The snow is picking up, you notice glumly as you carefully flip over in the snow. Even the slightest movement makes pain prickle up your leg, but you can’t lay face down in the snow much longer, not with how you’re quickly losing feeling in your nose.

You sniffle, swiping at your eyes to keep the tears away. What are you supposed to do now? It’s not like you can stay out here. Frostbite doesn’t exactly sound appealing, but neither does the idea of limping home with this pain. You could call…No, no, he’d be so mad. You can’t call Jasper.

Not that fate really cares about what you think.

You squeak when a pair of arms suddenly lifts you out of the snow. The only thing that keeps you from screaming is the familiar cold touch of your captor and the mess of blond hair flickering in the snowy breeze. The fear slowly disappears when you realize it’s just Jasper.

Quickly replaced by a tight, anxious feeling in your chest when you see the tense set of his jaw and how the lines in his neck stand out under his pale skin. He’s upset. He’s upset with you and your ankle is still throbbing and your eyes are stinging again and-

You inhale shakily, an apology ready to spill off your lips, but the look he gives you makes it all die on your tongue. His usually stoic expression turns dark, eyes narrowed with barely restrained anger.

“You open that mouth, sugar, and I promise I won’t be goin’ easy on you,” he drawls, low and heavy, accent dripping off each word.

Not Jasper. You bite your lip, eyes immediately dropping to your lap. Definitely not Jasper.

You can’t bring yourself to break the stifling silence after that. Not when you can practically feel the Major’s anger radiating from him, which does nothing to ease the turmoil swirling inside of you. The soldier is never this open with his emotions, usually so careful to maintain a mask of indifference. With each step, you can feel the tension rising, his grip tightening, and your chest almost hurts from how hard your heart is beating.

It all comes to a head when you make it to the house. The moment your feet hit the ground, and he knows you're safe, the reins of his control slip, an uncontainable rage burning through him.

“I told you not to go out,” he mutters, pacing back and forth in your small entryway.

He can’t stay still, too scared of what he could do. Every cell in his body desires to pin you against the wall, handle you rough and selfish, make you realize how awful it felt to come back and find you gone. But he can’t. He won’t. That’s not what you deserve, he knows that. Jasper would be better at this, he would be gentle, but the Major has never been good at gentle.

You blink at him, wide-eyed from the door. It’s like watching a lion pace at the bars of a zoo, except there’s nothing between you and him. Nothing to keep you safe except him. He could do anything and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. You’re just a human, after all. And the Major has had his share of violence. Even though you know he would never hurt you, you can’t stop your hands from shaking.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t going to be out long,” you try and explain, digging your fingers into the material of your coat, “I promise-”

“You promised you’d stay put,” he drawls roughly, hands clenching behind his back.

“I was just goi- going to get food!”

The blond grits his teeth, his usual impassive tone sharpening, “What on earth were you thinkin’?”

“I- I thought I’d be back before you,” you spit out, and immediately snap your mouth shut.

The Major stops pacing, every muscle in his body going rigid. You bite your cheek, pulse racing as he slowly turns to you, those gold eyes burning so dark you swear they almost look red. Like blood. Something tightens in your chest. That was the wrong thing to say.

“So you purposefully disobeyed my orders?”

“I didn’t-”

“You decided to be foolish and risk your life goin’ out in this storm,” he growls, slowly closing the space between you, “without anyone knowin’?”

You shrink back a little, panic clouding your head. The Major stops in front of you, frame towering over yours, making you feel impossibly small. Tears prick at your eyes as you shuffle back against the door, pain shooting up your leg as you put weight on it.

“Answer me, darlin.” He doesn’t relent, eyes burning into you. Waiting.

A lump forms in your throat. You bite your cheek, desperate to keep the tears at bay, eyes glued to his boots. You can’t. You can’t do this.

But the blood drains from your face when a fist slams into the door beside you, practically splintering the wood. You can feel it shake against you before settling into silence.

“I’m not goin’ to ask again, (Y/n),” he murmurs, deadly calm again.

You hold your breath, slowly bringing your eyes back up to the Major, and the look on his face makes your heart drop. It’s drawn into something unnervingly blank, cold. No more anger, just…

“Major-“ A tear breaks down your cheek, your voice unbearably quiet. “You’re scaring me.”

The change is instant.

Like light breaking through the clouds, the emptiness leaves his eyes, filling them back with warmth and concern and love.

And you crumble.

Jasper catches you with ease, arms wrapping around you tenderly as he lowers you both on the ground. You curl into him, face buried in his coat as the tears come freely now. You couldn’t stop them even if you wanted, and you’re just so tired, so hurt. There’s nothing left in you, all you can do is cry and cling to him for dear life.

“‘m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccup miserably, and Jasper feels his still heart break. “I’m so sorry, Jazz, I didn’t mean to. I just, I just needed food, and it wasn’t that far, and I thought- I thought-”

He hushes you softly, fingers brushing through your hair as he unwinds the swirling mess of your emotions. You can feel it, you’ve always been able to, the subtle shifts and gentle pulls. Never too much, because he knows you wouldn’t want that, but enough so you’re not drowning in them.

Eventually you’re calm enough to take a full breath, the air stuttering past your lips as you go limp in Jasper’s hold. He draws you tight against him, brushing his hand down to rest at the nape of your neck, just a comforting, constant pressure.

“You’ve nothin’ to apologize for, darlin,” he murmurs eventually, voice muffled in your hair. “I’m the one who should be. I had no right treatin’ you like that, no matter how worried I was.”

“But-”

“No,” he cuts you off firmly. “It wasn’t right, darlin. It was my fault for bein’ late. He…He’s mighty overprotective of you, and he- I don’t know how to handle myself well when it comes to you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“I do…” You sniffle, the sound soft and sad, but your grip on him tightens. “But I should’ve listened, then I wouldn’t have slipped and gotten hurt.”

Jasper pulls you back suddenly, brows furrowed in surprise, “What? You’re hurt? Where? Do I need to get Carlisle?”

You laugh weakly, his overwhelming concern easing the tightness left in your chest. The tension drips from your muscles, adrenaline slowing. “No, no, I’m fine. I just, I fell…outside and I think I twisted my ankle, is all.”

“Let me see.”

You squeak as he sweeps you up for the second time today. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you to the couch. Every touch is slow, careful, as he sets you down and goes to work on getting your boots off. You wince a little when you have to bend your ankle, and he murmurs a quiet apology.

Relief washes over you though when his cool fingers smooth over your heated skin. It’s like the best ice pack ever. You can’t help but sink into the couch with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

Jasper purses his lips. It must have been a bad fall since your ankle is angry and swollen. He should have come back sooner, then this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have gone out in the storm, you wouldn’t be hurt, and the Major never would have scared you.

His thoughts flashes back to the look on your face. The fear glimmering in your eyes as he leaned over you. It’s burned into his mind, replaying over and over.

“Major, you’re scaring me.”

After a few seconds too long of silence, you peek an eye open. Jasper kneels, statue still in front of you, eyes set on something distant. A frown catches your lips, and you lean forward, touching his chin gingerly. Those gold eyes dart up to you, coming into focus, flicking between their usual warmth and a familiar steeliness. You shake your head fondly.

“Major,” you call, hand resting against his cheek, “come on, let’s talk.”

He straightens ever so slightly, but instead of drawing back like you’d expect, the stoic man covers your hand with his own, turning to skim his nose to the inside of your wrist. He takes a deep breath, eyes closed. You sit there, just like that for a while, watching him quietly.

When he talks, his voice is a low, calm rumble, his lips brushing against your skin, “I’m sorry for actin’ like such an animal, sugar.”

You purse your lips. A part of you wants to just forgive him. Move on from all of this and forget it. But then you remember the sound of his fist hitting the door, the way it resounded in your chest in place of your heartbeat. You’ve never felt like that, and you don’t want to feel like that again.

“I know you were worried,” you start nervously, wetting your lips. The Major doesn’t say a word, eyes set on you patiently, just waiting for you to continue. You take another deep breath, “I know you asked me to stay home and it upset you that I didn’t. I know you want to keep me safe. But…but it scared me, how angry you got, and that’s, that’s not okay.”

“It’s not,” he hums in agreement, thumb brushing soothingly over your pulse.

You nod and feel a little more confident as you go on, “I, I might do something you don’t like in the future, and if I do, you need to talk to me first. Nicely, please. I love you, like I love Jasper, but we’re equals, even if you’re a lot stronger and bigger than me. ” His lips twitch a little in amusement. You shoot him a scolding look, which makes him fall back into seriousness. “I don’t take orders. I listen because I know you care, but you need to listen to me, too. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls your hand back, pressing a brief kiss to your knuckles. It softens you a bit. A small smile draws across your lips. “You have my solemn word, it won't happen again. And my deepest apologies.”

“You’re forgiven,” you chirp. The last of your worries melt away at the smile he gives you, all lopsided and charming. You shake your head with a laugh, “But you owe me, mister.”

“Well, of course,” he concedes easily, desiring nothing more than to cheer you up now, “What can I do for you, little lamb?”

Shifting awkwardly, careful of your ankle, you jab a finger at the plastic bag you dropped by the door, “Make me some dinner! Cause I’m starving and that’s what got us into this mess.”

The vampire laughs, fully laughs. It’s something you don’t get to hear often, so you absolutely love it. Love him and the way his eyes crinkle with mirth as he pushes himself to his feet, tipping a nonexistent hat to you. Jasper.

“It would be my pleasure, darlin.”

“Thanks, hun.”

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This was SO hard to write! I suck at doing anger, because it's hard to represent the unhealthy relationship stuff. I tried to turn it around cause I believe ultimately he's a respectful man, and that's how I want to portray him.

So I hope you guys like this! Sorry if the pacing's weird or anything, I just wanted to get it done!

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naughtyneganjdm · 9 months ago

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Sharing Father and Son

Summary: After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean

In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldn’t miss it.

Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.

You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Dean’s age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didn’t want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When you’d flirt with John, a lot of the time he’d flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, that’s when John’s confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.

After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.

Your note was very direct.

I want you. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll be naked underneath the blankets.

It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didn’t have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.

Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldn’t see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.

The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.

Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.

You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldn’t see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.

Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.

A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.

Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.

Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.

That’s where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.

Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didn’t take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.

Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasn’t John Winchester.

“Dean?” you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.

“Yeah?” Dean’s raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of John’s son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s going on?” the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, John’s eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. “Oh, wow…”

Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on, or…?” John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.

“I got the note you left for me,” Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had John’s eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. “I don’t understand, why did you just scream?”

“Damn it,” you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. “I didn’t leave that note for you, I left it for him.”

Pointing to John had Dean’s face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, “Him? My dad?”

“I didn’t even know you were going to be back today Dean,” you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Dean’s fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from John’s lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. “Come on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.”

“It’s not,” Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. “I thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.”

“I mean, I missed you, but…” your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. “It was meant for him.”

“You…you want to be with my dad?” Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. “But, you’re my age.”

“I know,” you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,” Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. “I’ve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from me…”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. “We can actually make a very good thing happen from this.”

“How?” Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. “I just found out the woman that I’m jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I can’t imagine how weird that is for you since she’s my age.”

“Well…” John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. “I wouldn’t have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.”

“Come again?” Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. “The two of you…you want to…?”

“I do,” John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. “So you want me?”

You nodded.

“What about mom?” Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.

“Your mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, but…” John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. “I am a man…and she’s a beautiful woman. We all have needs.”

It went silent in the room. Dean didn’t know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.

“How about a two for one deal?” John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. “You obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?”

“Dad?” Dean tried to get his father’s attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.

“I mean…” you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. “I wouldn’t say no. It’s Dean that I would worry about.”

“You like the girl, right?” John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. “This way you get to be with her. We both do.”

“Yeah, but you’re my dad,” Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. “That’s…that’s kind of weird.”

“It’s bonding,” John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didn’t hate it. “It’s a father and a son sharing…”

Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.

Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Dean’s cheeks flushing over with color, “If you want to leave, you’re welcome to, but I think you’d be missing out.”

Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.

“Good girl,” John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his son’s face he was lost in contemplation. “If this weirds you out too much, you’re welcome to leave.”

In that moment, John’s hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Dean’s eyes following the movement with his lips parting.

After taking a minute to consider, Dean’s hands rested at his hips and he nodded, “You would want both of us? And you’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.

With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his father’s motions, Dean’s lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp John’s hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.

“Alright sweetheart,” John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. John’s girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on John’s face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. “Go ahead.”

With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.

Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around John’s manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around John’s cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at John’s body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against John’s flesh had him moaning out when you felt Dean’s hands drag across the length of your breasts. Dean’s hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from John’s body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. “That’s it.”

Purring out, you felt Dean’s hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against John’s body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and John’s manhood was growing harder with every move he made.

“That’s good,” John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Dean’s fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of John’s manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. “Dean, get up.”

Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, John’s firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.

Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Dean’s features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured that’d be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.

Grasping to the loops on Dean’s jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Dean’s breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?

Unhooking the belt in Dean’s pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Dean’s pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.

“Fucking gorgeous,” John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.

Parting the material of Dean’s jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Dean’s hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.

The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Dean’s length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.

John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with John’s kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Dean’s body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that John’s mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Dean’s cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.

Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.

One of John’s long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, John’s lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.

“Rest back,” Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.

It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Dean’s hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Dean’s body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Dean’s hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.

“Oh, she’s gonna be fun,” John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Yeah?” Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. “Look at me beautiful.”

Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you weren’t really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.

“I’m gonna go grab something,” John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Dean’s hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.

This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Dean’s naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.

Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing this,” Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Dean’s lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.

Dean’s forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Dean’s shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Dean’s movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on John’s while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.

With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Dean’s face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.

“Alright Dean, don’t be greedy,” John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didn’t take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. “You’ve been a real tease, you know that?”

Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight,” John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.

“Does that feel good?” Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldn’t form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. John’s thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Dean’s mouth. Dropping his right hand, Dean’s fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his father’s hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Dean’s bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.

“I have an idea,” John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Dean’s fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.

With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Dean’s cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Dean’s arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, John’s tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Dean’s cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt John’s tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didn’t hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Dean’s hip with the loud smacking sounds that John’s thrusts were causing. “Do you think you can take the both of us.”

“You mean…” you cooed out with John’s thumb pushing it’s way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. “Lay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.”

Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Dean’s heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.

The heat of John’s body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Dean’s. Licking at his lips, Dean’s fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.

Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Dean’s movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.

“Dean,” you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, John’s hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when John’s fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Dean’s neck, panting when John’s fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you weren’t ready for.

When John’s fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.

“You’re such a good girl,” John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of John’s cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. “Hey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.”

“I know,” you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, John’s left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from John’s throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. “John.”

“I know,” John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of John’s thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. “Just give me a minute…”

“No problem,” John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Dean’s lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Let us know when you’re okay.”

“You can go ahead,” you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didn’t expect this to feel like it did, but you didn’t hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Dean’s moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and John’s were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.

“Are you okay?” Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Dean’s mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.

With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with John’s. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Please…” you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.

The smacking of John’s lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Dean’s moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.

Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. John’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Dean’s arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.

“It’s going to be weird from here on out, isn’t it?” Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.

“Only if you let it be,” John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. “Don’t ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.”

An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasn’t going to let this change anything. You didn’t want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.

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— 이희승 to desire is to demolish.. lee heeseung x reader

mentions of past live, vampire heeseung and mortal reader. reader's parents were vampire hunters in the past, in the present they have no memories of the past "TO DESIRE IS TO DEMOLISH"

Heeseung understood the meaning of this line better than anyone else.

His desire for you was not unnoticed by his six other vampire mates. In a city where vampires were hunted, feared, and hated-he shouldn't have wanted you.

But he did.

So deeply that it hollowed him out.

You a human girl, with such a good heart, always kind, always too generous. He hated how they used their biting tone towards you-those pathetic humans, your own family. and of course you let them. All while wearing that fake smile as if it was a mask that just never fit.

He'd seen it all. Heeseung had been there that night, as a bat quiet as a shadow, hidden behind the dining room hallway. And as you were there with your head low, your parents' words crushing you, Heeseung felt something stir in him.

"You will never get anywhere in your life unless you are somehow able to rank in the top 10."

"Why can't you just be like every other girl?"

"Detective? Don't be stupid. Girls like you shouldn't belong in horrendous fields like that."

You didn't say anything.You didn't cry.You simply swallowed their disappointment as a poison, the type in your veins that chills your core.

Heeseung shifted in the shadows, wings tucked. A part of him wanted to swoop in right then and there-to show them what real fear was.

But he didn't.

Not yet.

Later that night, bathed in moonlight, he fed. Animal blood was never enough, not anymore. Not since he had tasted the idea of you. You made it worse when you started reading up on vampires, and you quietly started following your family and neighbors around to eavesdrop on their whispers.

Burned vampire safehouses. Bodies turned to ash.

"They're dangerous," someone said. "They will hurt our kind eventually."

If only they knew how dangerous Heeseung could be. Especially when it came to you.

You weren't one of them. You never were. Even in your past life, you had a fascination with vampires-curious, compelled by their silence, pulled in by how special they can make you feel. You met him in the woods when you thought he was human, then it turned into sneaking him food and talk to him under starlight.

"I don't care what they say," you had whispered once, brushing dirt from his cheek. "You're not a monster."

He had smiled, not with fangs, but with warmth. You had kissed him like you meant it.

But you were only 21 when you died.

So young.

Too young for someone like you to leave a world so cruel and misunderstood.

You'd taken your own life-because your family found out. They'd sensed his scent lingering on your skin. They punished you for it, locked you away in silence and shame. He hadn't gotten there in time. He still sees your body sometimes in dreams-cold, pale, alone. It fueled something bitter in him.

He wanted revenge for that.

Even if it took 200 years.

And then he found you again.

Reborn.

No memories.

Same eyes.

Same soul.

Now, decades later, he stood in his dim room, wine glass in hand, filled with crimson liquid that stained his lips. In his other hand: an old black-and-white photograph.

You.

Smiling, young, foolishly alive.

The same face you wore now. Your parents? Still cruel. Still forcing you into a mold you didn't belong in. Still never letting you live.

Heeseung swirled the blood in his glass, eyes never leaving your face in that photo. His friends laughed in the background, joking about who'd hunt for more blood next.

But he didn't join them.

Not yet. He had waited two centuries for this moment. To find you again. And this time he wouldn't let the world ruin you. But maybe, he'd ruin you himself.

Because to desire is to demolish. To love something so much, you end up breaking it. Crushing everything in your path just to keep it close.

And oh, how he desired you.

Even if it meant turning you.

Even if it meant blood on his hands-your family's blood.

Even if, in the end, he couldn't tell whether he was saving you... or destroying you piece by piece.

🦇! You slammed your bedroom door again. It felt like a pattern. Lock the door, ignore their screaming, cry only when it was silent again. You walked into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. The girl staring back didn't look like you anymore. She was someone they were trying to create. A guinea pig. A puppet. You hated it. Every bit of it. Science? For what? You could barely get through chemistry without feeling like your brain was rotting. You knew what you cared about-you had always known. Criminology. Justice. You didn't want to be behind a microscope. You wanted to be behind the truth. But your parents had other plans with their money and their power.

You remembered the day your professor told you in the softest voice, "You don't belong in science. You belong in the field. I can just see the light in your eyes when we talk about criminal cases, not chemical equations." And when your parents found out? He was gone. Fired. Overnight. Because no one questioned them-not when they owned hospitals, funded research, held power over the city's science museum and board of education. And certainly not when it came to their daughter.

But you never gave up. Under your bed lay stacks of printed crime documentaries, old case files you'd gotten your hands on, and textbooks bought secretly from graduating seniors. You met Giselle during one of those tutoring sessions, and she quickly became your lifeline. She admired your persistence, helped cover for you, even smuggled you practice exams and study notes. With her help, your hidden education began to thrive. Heeseung watched it all. From the trees outside your window, in his silent, bat-like form. You never noticed. He observed the way your back bent just so when you stretched, how your fingers played with your messy hair as you read in that worn tank top and cotton shorts. The glasses slipped down your nose. A mind ablaze. A heart still soft after so many wounds.

But what he noticed the most was the scent of your blood. Warm. Pure. Strong. But it had always spiked when you were upset. You burned like a furnace when angry, and Heeseung? He wanted that heat like a dying man. It made him restless. It made him ache.

Outside, the world was getting worse for both mortals and his kind. More human homes burned in the night-not from his group, no. But from the starving rogue vampires still hiding. Not every vampire followed Heeseung's way. The allure of the blood was too tempting. And it was going to become more dangerous now that your parents' scientists were working on tools to detect vampires. Lethal ones.

You were stuck between two worlds of danger. And Heeseung had waited 200 years to find you again. He wasn't going to lose you now.

He sat perched on the roof, wine glass in hand filled with thick red liquid that wasn't from animals this time. Not tonight. The glass trembled slightly between his fingers as he stared through your window again, seeing your silhouette pacing. You always did that when you were thinking too hard.

He pulled out the photo. Black and white. Edges worn and cracked from the years. You looked so different then. And yet, you didn't. Still bright-eyed. Still gentle. But you died too young back then. Barely 21. A suicide, they said.

But Heeseung knew better. You were driven to the edge. Suffocated by control. By them. He was meant to turn you back then. He should've. He failed. And now, you were back-flesh, blood, and fragile. No memories of your past. No memories of him.

He'd make sure it didn't happen again.

Back inside, you were curled up in your chair, blanket around your shoulders, crime doc open on your laptop. Your eyes flicked to the dark window. You felt it again-that strange pull. Like someone was there. Watching. You shook your head and whispered, "Maybe I'm going crazy." But outside, a voice murmured lowly, "No, little dove. You're just finally waking up."

🦇!

Heeseung had infiltrated the college records system at midnight. One name in the system. One fake ID. A perfectly fabricated background. It wasn't difficult. Centuries had taught him how to bend the rules in all the right ways without getting caught. And he even chose criminology as his study-of course he did. Not just to be near you. But to understand your mind again. Every last inch of who you were now.His friends had warned him, time and time again. "You're whipped" Jake had scoffed, watching Heeseung reorganize your class schedule onto his phone.

"Two centuries man. That's not devotion, that's madness," Sunghoon shrugged, tossing a blood-pack into the sink. "Just don't go overboard. She doesn't know yet. Don't force it."

Heeseung kept quiet. Their warnings rolled off him like dust. They just didn't get it. You weren't just a girl. You were his. And history was repeating itself.

You were twenty. One year away. One crack away. He could hear the beat of your heart from across the campus, it was all tension. He could hear your blood pulse faster each time you left the science wing. Your shoulders tensed tighter every time your phone lit up with a message from them. And he was scared-terrified-that if they pushed too hard again, you'd break.

Just like last time. And this time, he wouldn't let it happen.

You walked into the library, fingers clutching your chemistry notes like they were going to strangle you. You were tired. You couldn't make sense of the formulas-the letters and numbers seemed to blur into gibberish and you wanted nothing more than to forget that language. And underneath, your criminology book lay open like a secret you weren't allowed to know. You should've felt excitement looking at it-passion-but all you felt now was a sense of surrender.You surveyed the room. All tables were taken. The campus was buzzing-because it was midterms week.Except for one spot. He sat at a table beside the window all alone. A perfect stream of golden light fell onto his figure. His hair-black with a hint of purple when illuminated by the sun-fell nicely onto his forehead. He had a strong jaw and his lips were just parted as he read something intensely, his fingers lightly curled under the spine of his book. His black long-sleeve t-shirt looked good on him, it fit closely to his arms, slightly flexing the muscle there with every slight movement. He had pale skin. Dark lashes. He had intensity in every look. You wavered. But you had no choice. "Um, excuse me," you said lowly. "Is this seat taken?"

His eyes flicked to yours.

And for a moment... time stilled.

Heeseung had familiarized himself with your presence before you even spoke, he always did. But he wasn't prepared for how it felt to look into your eyes again. Your voice. Your voice, after so long. And now you were standing in front of him, asking for a seat at his table like fate was giving him another chance.

He cleared his throat, snapping out of it. "No. Go ahead."

You sat across from him, feeling grateful and tired, trying not to take too long looking at the handsome stranger while you got your notes all laid out. But feeling his gaze curious along with you. "...You study criminology too?" You asked, nodding your head at the case law textbook that he had opened and worn out.

He looked down at the text and a coy smile formed. "Yeah. I guess you could say I've always had a thing for justice."

There was something a bit nostalgic about the way he said it, like it meant more than the sentence led on. You faintly smiled. "Me too. But I'm not sure between this and chemistry."

He glanced at your notes, then your eyes. "Why chemistry?"

"My parents," you sighed. "They'd rather see me in a lab coat than catching criminals."| He didn't answer right away.

Instead, his voice lowered, quiet and strangely comforting. "Then maybe they're not seeing who you really are." You looked up sharply, heart skipping. He wasn't wrong. "What's your name?" you asked. "Heeseung." It rolled off his tongue like silk. You repeated it under your breath, committing it to memory before you realized what you were doing. "Nice to meet you," you whispered.

Heeseung had started tutoring you in chemistry after the library incident. It was spontaneous and unexpected-a characteristic of him-but when he noticed how your eyes drooped with confusion over chemical bonds, he just gave an inviting pat on the seat beside him. "Come sit here," he said quietly. And you did. You sank down the seat, close enough that your shoulder touched his. He leaned toward you, warm breath blowing over your notes as he inspected them to usher your pencil to fix a reaction. He walked you through everything slowly, with a kindness that belied the impatient ire he projected when he was alone. But what he was most impressed with the way you looked at him, thinking he wasn't looking. Like something inside you recognized him. Your smell wrapped around him too-something sweet, strawberries and cinnamon-a smell which was very familiar to him. And then your heart... oh your heart. It remember him too. Reacted to him like it had back when he used to sneak into your chambers, centuries ago, laying his head on your shoulder while the stars watched silently overhead.

He thought he'd lost that forever. "Have we... met before?" you asked him suddenly one evening. You had been walking together outside. He was taking you to your favorite cafe, which had only become your favorite because he was taking you there. Giselle had backed out at the last minute, but you didn't mind. Heeseung blinked at you. The question hit him deeper than you knew. "Maybe in another life," he said, teasingly, hiding the storm washing over him. "Why?" "I don't know," you murmured, looking down at the cobbled pavement beneath you. "I just feel... comforted being next to you. I've never felt this way before. Except for Giselle. And now you." He hummed again, this time slowly. He wanted to say I never stopped loving you. But instead... he took your hand. The crowd ahead thickened, voices began to rise, footsteps quickened. A protest? A march? His fingers still slipped in between yours, softly-like slipping into a favorite song. You froze for a moment, but didn't pull your hand away. He felt your pulse quicken.

Just like old times.

Thoughts of the past flooded Heeseung's mind, where you used to sit with him on the balcony of the castle, head leaning against his chest, stars sizzling above you like embers. Nobody understood you. Not your family. Not anyone. But Heeseung... he understood. "Do you think we will meet again in another life?" you had whispered. "Somewhere we can just...be happy? Same species, same time. Nobody trying to murder you. Nobody tearing us apart." He didn't answer immediately. He couldn't. Your heart was beating too loud. Too tempting. He buried his face into the crook of your neck to resist not biting you. Then he shrugged and said casually, "Maybe, if the universe is nice for once." He shook his head and returned to the present, trying to ignore the noise in the crowd as best as he could, but even as he closed his eyes, he could still hear bits and pieces of commentary from the crowd: "Vampires are ruining this world-" "Garlic in your houses, I'm telling you!" "They walk among us!" He almost laughed. Garlic? That was a myth they let spread just to laugh at humans. He tightened his grip on your hand, leading you through the crowd. When someone threw themselves into you hard, and you stumbled, he was on you quicker than most of the people in the crowd.

And when he saw how thick the gathering was, he didn't hesitate. "Hold on," he said. Before you could protest, he crouched slightly and lifted you onto his back. His movements were effortless, like you weighed nothing. You gasped, arms wrapping around his neck. "H-Heeseung?!" "Too crowded," he muttered, calmly. "You almost got trampled." You hid your face in his shoulder, heart racing. But even then... you felt safe. Just like before. And somewhere deep in your soul, that feeling scared you more than the crowd ever could.

The last few weeks of being with Heeseung felt like taking a breath of fresh air. He was slowly peeling away your good-girl shell, sometimes slowly, sometimes gently, and sometimes all at the same time. The midnight drives in his slick black car became your secret escape. The sound of the engine roaring, the blinking lights of Seoul's neon approaching and dispersing; he made you feel alive. It was dangerous. It was exhilarating. But more than anything else, it was him. And somehow, he was always able to make you feel safe. The first time he invited you to watch him race, you almost hesitated. "You sure this is okay?" you asked feebly, scanning the narrow alleyway crowded with sharp-eyed men and girls in leather. Heeseung leaned closer, his voice a low, warm breath. "Really, would I let anything happen to you?" You believed him. You rode beside him in the passenger seat that night, his hand occasionally reaching over to steady you when he took sharp turns. The adrenaline was addictive. Afterward, you were hungry and laughing, heart still racing as he bought you late-night street food.

"You eat like you haven't in days," he teased, gently wiping the crumbs off the corner of your lips with his thumb. His eyes softened, watching you chew. He didn't need to eat, not human food at least, but he always made sure you did. In school, Heeseung was untouchable to everyone else-but with you, he was different. He walked with you in the hallways, ignoring every desperate gaze and whisper.

You noticed the tension in his jaw as you leaned over his lap to retrieve your criminology book, so close to his neck that your face was almost touching it.He was resisting instincts that the average person could never comprehend, but he never pushed you away. When you admitted to him that you had never drank alcohol before, he simply laughed, his eyes wide and bright like you had told him that you had never looked at the sky. "Then let me fix that," he grinned. He took you to a hidden bar downtown-not the chaotic kind filled with grinding bodies and cheap drinks, but the kind with dim lights, red velvet couches, jazz playing in the background, and top-shelf liquor.

You sat across from him, letting him teach you how to taste whiskey and sip slowly. He watched you with such intent-every scrunch of your nose, every nervous giggle.

He didn't allow you to pay for anything. You protested.

He didn't care.

By the time you were tipsy, you were holding his hand and giggling while he walked you home.He rubbed soft cirlces into your thumb with his hand from time to time, looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

You felt safe.

But that night when you walked through the front door, everything changed.

Your parents were waiting. Cold. Silent.

The next day, your world started to tear itself apart. "He's not right for you." "He's a bad influence." "You should be studying, not getting drunk and riding around with some street rat." You tried to defend him-to defend yourself-but they wouldn't allow it. No chance in hell. Especially after the horrible news about the vampire. Attacks. More dead. And a picture of a street you recognized from one of Heeseung's races slowly fading in and out on the screen. That was it. They showed up at your college the next day. Shattered your life in one breath. You came home to find all your criminology notes, everything Heeseung helped you with, on fire. They took all your textbooks and tossed them in the fireplace. You screamed. You begged. But they watched coldly, "You're done with that life. For your own good." You cried until you couldn't catch your breath. Until you were hoarse and your body couldn't handle it anymore. That night, Heeseung found your bent body on the floor through your window, mascara streaking your cheeks, desperately clawing to get your papers out of the ashes. His fists were clenched.

His jaw locked.

He had stayed silent for centuries, bled in silence, suffered in silence. But seeing you like this again, just like 200 years ago... He couldn't take it anymore. "She cried herself to sleep, you know," he growled later that night to one of his own. "She didn't deserve this." "Don't be stupid," Jay warned. "You can't start anything now-" "I don't care," Heeseung snapped. "They stole her fire again. They burned her future. Again. I'm not waiting this time." The moonlight made his eyes glow blood-red. His smile was gone. 🦇!

When midnight struck, the full moon lit your room with cold silver light. You lay curled on your bed, legs pulled to your chest, throat burned raw from hours earlier screaming at your locked bedroom door after your parents simply didn't listen and grounded you for weeks with no alternative. You had committed the sin of liking someone they didn't, and kicked at the floor in frustration as your thoughts raced. Then the TV changed to breaking news status and you froze. Your heart dropped, it was on the screen-all the names of a few vampires-faces made known to all of Seoul. It was familiar. Heeseung... and his friends.He was a vampire.All this freaking time. You stared at the screen, stomach writhing inside you and breath caught in your throat.But the weirdest part?You didn't feel afraid. Just as the ache in your chest started up again, you heard soft knocks from the direction of your window. You bolted upright, eyes wide and hardly daring to believe it. And there was Heeseung on your windowsill, like he hadn't just be outed as one of the city's most wanted.

"You're not supposed to be here!" you hissed, stumbling over to unlatch the window and pulling him in.

As soon as his feet hit the floor, he didn't waste a second. His hands were cupping your cheeks, and then his lips were crashing against yours in a kiss so desperate, so full of pent-up longing, that your knees nearly gave out. You gasped, mind reeling, especially after what you'd just seen on the news. But then his forehead rested against yours, his thumb stroking your cheek softly, like you were fragile, like you were still his.

"You're not scared?" He said, his voice filled with disbelief as his eyes scanned your face. "I'm basically a wanted criminal... or a vampire." You shook your head without thought. He didn't scare you. He never had. Even now, when every rational part of your brain was screaming that he should.Heeseung swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to your lips, then to your neck, down to your flushed cheeks, and the thumping of your heart that was calling to him in waves. The kiss had awakened something in both of you, and amidst all of the things he was mauling in his head, he was trying-failing-to hold himself together. He kissed you again. This time deeper, and as pushed you against his body, his tongue teasingly slipped between your lips. "Heeseung," you gasped as you tried to breathe into his mouth. "You're going to get caught. My parents, they..." "They're making weapons," he interrupted, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes. "Lethal weapons. Against our kind." Your breath hitched. "Oh."

You looked down at your feet, fingers nervously pulling at the hem of your shirt. You didn't know what to say. Your parents had always been firm in their hatred-fear-of vampires, but this? Creating weapons? Your throat tightened. Heeseung stared at you, battling the hunger rising inside him, the scent of your skin driving him mad. His fangs threatened to break free, his hands trembling as they found your waist, pulling you closer. You didn't flinch. Instead, you looked up at him, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you hungry?"

Heeseung's eyes flashed crimson, and he tried to turn his face away from your neck, but you were already reaching for him. Your hand gently guided his head back down, nudging him toward the space just beneath your jaw. "Come on..." you whispered, heart pounding. "No, I can't," he muttered, voice strained. "I can't do that to you." But you didn't let go. You tugged him closer, your fingers curling into the back of his shirt, your body trembling but not from fear. "Yes, you can," you said, your voice breaking slightly. "I'm tired of living like this. I want to choose this. You." His control snapped. He kissed you again, lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, to your neck. You felt his breath ghost over your skin, his lips tracing along your pulse before he paused, hesitating one last time. Then he pressed a kiss to your neck, soft and reverent, before his fangs finally sank in.

As the poison spread through your bloodstream, the world before you blurred. The bite sharp, stinging, unbearable, and euphoric. A soft, broken moan slipped from your mouth, your body spasming in a way that was somewhere between pain and need altogether. You held onto Heeseung tighter-clutched him-as the world was spinning, your vision fading, your heart alternating between a slow and fast pace. It was all just too much. Consuming. Heeseung finally let go of his lips, lips that were slick, bloodied, and now dripping of your blood down his chin. Your blood. He looked down at you, panting, staring at you-at what he just did-at the pain you were in-only to not at all come to regret it. Not for a second. You swayed in his arms, your eyes fluttering shut like you were absolutely out of it. "Shhh..." He murmured, his tone gentle; in a way you took as lullaby. "Tomorrow will all be okay." He slowly kissed your forehead and put you onto your bed, brushing stray strands of hair from your warm face. He gently wiped the blood from your neck-as far as it goes. Removing the immediate evidence-but not the bite... not the mark... his mark... that would be on your skin forever. A forever bond. A turning that could never be undone.

He looked at you once more, eyes lingering on the unconscious expression of pain and peace across your face, then turned and climbed back out the window, slipping into the night. The engine of his black car purred low, barely audible beneath the hum of the quiet midnight streets. Jake leaned against the passenger door, smirking knowingly as Heeseung approached.

"Did you finally turn her?" Jake asked slyly, intrigue hanging in his voice. "Yup." Heeseung was flat, his voice unemotional, dark eyes caught between guilt and something a lot colder. Jay stepped out of the shadows, arms crossed and giving Heeseung a sharp look. "So where is she?" Heeseung pushed back into the hood of the car, eyes drifting up to the moon that was glowing above. "That's the plan." He muttered. "Revenge." He stopped for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair before continuing. "Her parents will find out when she wakes up starving... When she craves blood for the first time... human blood. They will find out when they realize they turned their daughter into their worst nightmare." The others were silent, watching him closely. Jake raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Jay's lips twitched slightly, as if amused. Heeseung almost dropped his voice to a whisper. "She has to learn. I'd love to help her... but she needs to learn it all by herself first."

He didn't say it aloud, but his chest ached. He hated leaving you like this, vulnerable and scared. But this was the only way to free you from the cage your parents built for you. The only way to make them pay for what they did-to both of you. Before they could drive off, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small note he had written earlier. It was a map, a location, and three words scribbled in rushed handwriting: "Come find me." He went back, climbed in through the window one last time, and tucked the note into the pocket of your hoodie. His fingers brushed your hand gently, lingering for a moment. Then he disappeared once more into the darkness, leaving the room silent. And you-now half vampire, heartbroken and unknowing-slept through the night, unaware of the hunger that would burn inside you come morning.

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