summary: having yuta and taeyong as your boyfriends is the happiest you’ve ever been. but that is until your dark past catches up with you, sending you into a turmoil of dangerous situations. when your parents’ lives and yuta’s are on the line, you have to make a difficult choice...
pairing: vampire!yuta x human!reader x werewolf!taeyong
genre: fantasy, angst, smut, fluff (don’t count on it)
warnings: drugging, kidnapping, getting tied up, face-slapping, hitting, death threats, manipulation, lying, chaining, kissing, attempted murder (?), crying, suicidal thoughts, a lot of blood, cutting, graphic description of violence (stabbing & murder), panic attack, numbness, guilt, punishment, brat-taming (?), pet names (kitten, babygirl, little one, etc.), dom!yuta, bondage, traffic lights system, orgasm denial, spanking, ball gag, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare, mentions of maid outfit & cat ears, non-consensual turning into a vampire (?), some swearing, biting, open ending (though it is my personal headcanon doyutaeyn happens in the future 😉)
author’s note: this is the continuation of chain(ed) reaction and as previously mentioned, it takes place in the same universe as best friend. if you want to know more, feel free to check them out 💖
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Your lips
Talk with no sound in the dark
Your lips
Everything is revealed...
For the next three months, your life was a dream come true. Your boyfriends, the werewolf Taeyong and the vampire Yuta, were as sweet to you as they were to each other (okay, maybe not so much, cause these two were more prone to banter). Your initial doubts of the supernatural creatures’ intentions were now but a distant memory. You were now absolutely confident that the hunters were a bunch of angry old liars.
Not only were Taeyong and Yuta the kindest beings you’d known, but so were their friends. At one point, Taeyong introduced you to his cousin Jeno, who was also a werewolf. You also met up with his human girlfriend and their vampire boyfriend Jaemin (the very same Yuta had turned a while ago). You were surprised to find how much you had in common with the other throuple. You even went out on a couple of dates together and it was so much fun.
With the passing of each day, you felt more and more connected to Taeyong and Yuta and couldn’t possibly imagine a life without them. In all honesty, you were so happy you began wondering whether you deserved all this. Until one evening, you received your answer.
As you were walking home (because that’s what Taeyong and Yuta were to you) from doing the groceries, you were attacked from behind. The handkerchief tainted with a sedative was pressed to your mouth so fast you couldn’t possibly find the time to defend yourself. The next thing you knew, you were tied up to a chair in an empty room. Only this time, you were aware of your location. You were back in the hunter academy. Your past had finally caught up with you. And you were no longer certain getting out of this would be an easy task.
“Well, if it isn’t the prodigal daughter,” one of your superiors Chanwoo hissed angrily. “Do you have any idea how many resources we wasted on locating you? If you could have just notified us of your betrayal, we wouldn’t be here right now.”
He slapped your face harshly, but you managed to bite back the string of offenses immediately surfacing in your brain. You knew you couldn’t trust him from the very beginning. He was such a violent asshole. The hatred you currently felt for hunters like him was burning you alive but you didn’t dare speak just yet. You were still hopeful you’d reach some sort of agreement. That you’d manage to get out of here. And go back to your loving boyfriends.
“Your parents thought you’d been kidnapped or killed by vampires,” Chanwoo groaned, sounding disappointed. “If only they could have seen you were playing house with the enemy.”
You didn’t dare explain that vampires and werewolves were not your enemies. People like Chanwoo were. Only proving you right, he hit you again, this time, in the ribs, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of making a sound. When he was done hurting you, somehow you managed to choke out:
“If you wanna kill me, just get it over with.”
“Oh, no. This isn’t about what I can do to you, it’s about what you can do for me.”
Chanwoo pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing you a video. One you couldn’t bear. It was your parents, tied up, just like you were. Only their faces were almost unrecognizable, covered with blood and bruises.
“LET THEM GO, YOU MONSTER!” you screamed. Despite the fact they had lied to you, they were still your family. And you couldn’t imagine what you’d do to Chanwoo if something horrible happened to them.
“I will. If you bring me that vampire’s head. You have 24 hours,” that terrible man said and untied you, giving you a wooden stake, a gun with wooden bullets and injecting your blood with vervain. “Make sure you don’t fail this time. Or it’ll be your parents’ heads you’ll be staring at.”
You basically sprinted out of the academy, still shaken up by the encounter. What could you possibly do? If you didn’t do as Chanwoo said, he’d kill your parents. You were absolutely convinced that Chanwoo had hidden them well, he wasn’t that stupid to keep them inside the academy. If you did as he wanted...no, you couldn’’t possibly imagine killing Yuta. He was nothing but kind to you. And yet, what choice did you have?
You looked at your watch. It was 9 pm, which meant Taeyong was probably working. And you would have enough time to get the job done and get rid of the body before Taeyong was home at around 1 am. And enough time to get back to the academy and ask Chanwoo to release your parents before the 24 hours were up.
What was wrong with you? Why were you even considering this? You loved Yuta, how could you kill him? But you also loved your parents and you didn’t want to lose them. You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t doubt that Chanwoo would really murder your parents if you didn’t do as he said. Running towards Yuta and Taeyong’s place, you began planning. How to weaken Yuta enough to make it possible to kill him...You didn’t want him to drink from you, because that would also weaken you. And if by some chance, Taeyong came home early, it’d be incredibly easy for him to stop you. Unless...Your mind came up with something so wicked, so treacherous. Something only a human could invent.
You couldn’t fail this time. Not when your parents’ lives were at stake. Once you reached the building you lived in, you realized you must have dropped the groceries you’d bought when Chanwoo drugged you. You could either go back to the supermarket and waste more time or you could come up with an excuse. However, the only problem was Yuta was really quick at telling when someone was lying. Which meant, you had to sound as believable as possible. Reminding yourself what would happen if you didn’t complete the mission, you braced yourself for bringing out the very worst of you. You’d been trained for this your whole life. Failure wasn’t an option.
“I thought you went to buy groceries,” Yuta observed, finding it suspicious that you came back empty-handed. Well, if you didn’t count the bag hiding your weapons against him... “Not that I care, I don’t eat veggies.”
You chuckled, trying to act natural.
“The supermarket was closed early,” you lied easily. “Thought I’d come back home and spend some time with you instead of looking for another supermarket.”
“Aw, isn’t that thoughtful of my kitten?” Yuta smiled fondly, unsuspecting a thing. It was breaking your heart that you had already planned every detail of his murder. It was breaking your heart that he believed every word you said.
“Yeah, I was thinking we could try something different tonight. Only if you want to, of course,” you grinned shyly, making it sound as if the ball was in his court.
“Hm? What did you have in mind, babygirl?” Yuta whispered, pulling you into a hug.
God, you hated yourself more than ever in that moment. He didn’t deserve to die. Unlike that bastard Chanwoo. However, your intution led you to believe your parents didn’t deserve to die, either. They had been probably fooled by their superiors. Just like you were. Who knows? Maybe Chanwoo had threatened them he’d kill you if they didn’t follow his orders to kill innocent vampires...
Whatever the case, despite your feeling of guilt, you had to focus on the task at hand. If you accomplished this and saved your parents, maybe you’d be able to get to the bottom of this and eventually expose Chanwoo for his lies.
“Do you know where Taeyong keeps those chains of his?” you blurted out randomly.
“I think in the desk in his room,” Yuta replied rightaway, still unaware of your cruel intentions. “Why? Do you want me to tie you up?”
“Usually, I would,” you winked playfully. “But I was thinking of spicing things up a little.”
Yuta, already guessing what you had in mind, and he cackled, as if you’d said the funniest in the universe.
“Did you confuse me with Taeyong, little one?” he cooed mockingly.
“I didn’t,” you shrugged, still acting coy. “Come on, it might be fun.”
“What’s in it for me?” Yuta wanted to know.
Absolutely nothing. Death. You wanted to tell him.
“Hmm, next time, I’ll wear that maid outfit you keep showing me on Amazon,” you blinked innocently, already knowing he couldn’t say no to that. “And the cat ears. The tail. Anything you ask,” you added.
“Okay, I’m game, you wicked thing.”
You were indeed far too wicked, you thought, as you were chaining poor, trusting Yuta onto his bed. Your bag was nearby so it’d be absurdly easy to reach out and drive the wooden stake right into his heart. It wasn’t the physical act itself that seemed impossible to achieve. It was the act of mentally preparing yourself and how emotionally scarred you’d be after that terrified you. In that moment, you realized, you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you...So, you did the one thing that would ensure he kept his eyes closed. Your lips were on his in seconds, indulging in one last kiss, while your hand slid inside your bag, wrapping your fingers around the weapon of choice. Yuta was kissing you back fervently and you were almost capable of forgetting why you were here in the first place. Once you had sneakily brought the wooden stake near his chest, he surprised you by opening his eyes, sooner than expected. Immediately spotting it.
“Was this your plan all along?” Yuta asked, his voice utterly betrayed and lost.
You shook your head sadly, still clutching the weapon, your lips refusing to speak, your hand refusing to move and deal the killing blow.
“Just tell me why,” he whispered, not at all sounding angry. Just disappointed. If he kept acting so calm, you would be the first one to die from shame.
“They have my parents, Yuta,” you admitted, tears falling down your cheeks. “If I don’t do this...Chanwoo’ll kill them.”
Yuta sighed in exhaustion.
“And you didn’t think to just come to me and tell me? We could have figured something out to save them.”
“My parents have killed vampires, Yuta,” you explained. “I feared you would think they don’t deserve your sympathy. And neither do I.”
“You’re right,” he hissed coldly. “You don’t deserve it. But it’s not up to you to decide what I would think.”
“I’m so sorry,” you cried out pitifully, your hand shaking.
“For what? Lying to me or what you’re about to do?” Yuta rolled his eyes sarcastically. “Go ahead, then. Drive that wooden stake right through my heart, as you watch the blood draining from my face. But I want you to look at me as you do it.”
You whimpered helplessly, physically unable to just go for it.
“You think I’ll make it easy for you?” he scoffed. “Keep my eyes closed while you kill me? I won’t give you the satisfaction. I said, look at me.”
You trembled terribly and even though Yuta was the one chained, you felt as if you were the one being held hostage by his dark gaze, his cold voice and his bitter judgement.
“I can’t,” you admitted pathetically.
Dropping the weapon onto the ground, you did the one thing you knew in your heart was right. Using Taeyong’s keys to unchain Yuta’s hands, you immediately crumbled on your knees in front of the vampire, sobbing and muttering something incomprehensibly.
“I’m so sorry, Yuta, I’m so fucking sorry. Kill me, kill me, just kill me,” you chanted.
“I probably should,” Yuta sighed, caressing your hair. “But I won’t.”
He wrapped his hands around you, clutching you tightly and upon seeing you wince when his fingers touched your ribs, Yuta immediately sensed what was wrong.
“Did Chanwoo do this to you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
You nodded weakly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna kill him,” he vowed through gritted teeth.
“If you do, I’ll never find the location of my parents. Not that I deserve your help after what I almost did.”
Yuta raised his eyebrows, as if your statement was laughable.
“Oh, please. You were not even close to killing me,” he chuckled sardonically.
“But I-”
“Just admit it, kitten. You’re too soft-hearted to actually kill anyone.”
“That’s not true. You’re special to me, but I would gladly kill Chanwoo if given the chance,” you mumbled, desperate to prove him wrong.
“Let me take care of him, okay? How much time do we have to find your parents?”
“We?” you repeated dumbly.
“I’m not giving up on you, baby. We’ll discuss your punishment later. After your parents are safe.”
You nodded eagerly. Even the prospect of being punished by Yuta sounded better than any other potential outcome. The mere fact he was willing to help you despite your actions further convinced you that you’d made the right decision in dropping that vile weapon. Looking at your watch, you responded:
“It’s 11 pm so we have 22 hours before Chanwoo kills them.”
“Do you have anything belonging to them?” Yuta asked immediately. “Taeyong and I might be able to follow their scent.”
“I don’t,” you said. “Do you have another idea?”
“Let’s head to Lee’s Club. But skip the part where you tried to kill me, we don’t have the time to let Taeyong process all this. We’ll tell him everything after we’ve rescued your parents.”
You immediately agreed, finding Yuta’s thinking extremely sensible and admirable, considering the gravity of the situation. Once you arrived at Taeyong’s club in a hurry, he was surprised to find you there, because Yuta had previously said he’d stay at home and you had informed him that you’d be grocery shopping.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“Long story short, a vampire hunter kidnapped Y/N’s parents and they’re in danger, we have less than 22 hours to rescue them,” Yuta explained in a hurry. “Do you have any idea how we might locate them without having their scent?”
“It’ll be difficult, but let me ask my wizard friend,” Taeyong replied.
“You have a wizard friend?!” Yuta exclaimed. “You’re not a werewolf, you’re a social butterfly.”
Taeyong chuckled and quickly dialed a number.
“Hey, Kun, sorry for calling so late, but it’s a bit urgent...Do you have some spell to find two humans without their scent...Blood? I mean, I’m not sure...Will the blood of their daughter work?...Yeah? Okay, we’re on our way.”
“What did he say?” you asked impatiently, although you already suspected the answer.
“He says it’s possible. He’ll just need a bit of your blood to pour over the map so that it’ll magically lead to their location.”
“Then, what are we waiting for?” Yuta asked in a hurry.
“Hey, Haechan!” Taeyong yelled at his little brother, who was also a werewolf. “Watch the bar while I’m away, yeah?”
“Hyuuuung, where are you going?” Haechan whined, already moving towards the bar with little enthusiasm.
“To kick some ass,” Taeyong replied coolly, giving his brother the keys to his club. “And don’t forget to lock up.”
The three of you left and rushed to Kun’s place which was luckily nearby. You were greeted by a handsome wizard, who had already set a map and some strange herbs and crystals on the floor.
“Get inside, get inside,” he urged you. Already aware that your blood was needed for the spell, Yuta was just about to make a little slice on your hand with his fangs when you stopped him:
“You can’t!”
“Why not?” Yuta questioned.
“Vervain,” you responded quietly, hoping that Taeyong wouldn’t hear. Because of your previous agreement with Yuta to keep the werewolf in the dark for the time being. Alas, Taeyong’s super hearing was too good.
“Why do you have vervain in your blood?” he hissed.
“Not now, Taeyong,” Yuta interrupted him.
“No, right now,” he insisted. “If you want us to help you find your parents, you’re gonna tell me. Why do you have vervain in your blood, Y/N?” Taeyong repeated, sending shivers down your spine.
“Because I was kidnapped by a vampire hunter named Chanwoo. He wanted me to kill Yuta or he’d kill my parents in a couple of hours. Obviously, Yuta is still alive but my parents are still in danger,” you tried to be as brief as possible.
“You tried to kill Yuta? Again?” Taeyong whispered angrily.
“Taeyong, I said not now,” Yuta said again, reasserting his dominance. “As you can see I’m perfectly fine.”
“Are we doing the spell or can I go back to sleep?” the wizard Kun intervened.
“Right,” you nodded, thankful for the interruption and giving your hand for Kun to cut with a kitchen knife.
You didn’t even react when you saw the blade piercing your skin, it wasn’t nearly as painful as the bruises Chanwoo had given or as the look of betrayal you’d seen in Yuta’s eyes and then, in Taeyong’s. Nothing could compare to the overwhelming guilt consuming you. You couldn’t wait for this to be over with so that you would be able to spend the rest of your days atoning for your sins.
Kun was done with the spell about half an hour later. You noticed how your tiny drop of blood traveled on the map until it stopped at a location, not far away from the hunter academy. An abandoned warehouse. Classic Chanwoo.
“Okay, let’s go,” you were urgent. Yuta was already heading towards the door and Taeyong hurriedly thanked Kun, promising him a generous dinner and free drinks at his club for life, when Kun gripped your arm, stopping you.
“It might be dangerous. Vampire hunters don’t like being messed around with.”
“Tell me about it,” you snorted.
“I want you to have this,” Kun insisted, handing you a mysterious blade. “Taeyong has his werewolf strength, Yuta has his vampire speed, but you’re just a human girl. No offense.”
“I can’t accept this,” you mumbled, immediately realizing it was no ordinary blade, but one forged with magic. One that would practically make you invincible against Chanwoo and any other vampire hunter.
“I trust you’ll give it back,” Kun smirked meaningfully. “Just make sure to defeat those bastards.”
“I appreciate it. And I’ll do my best,” you promised, rushing out of the door.
When Taeyong, Yuta and you arrived close to the warehouse a little after midnight, Taeyong’s night vision allowed him to spot three vampire hunters guarding it.
“So, what’s the plan?” Taeyong asked.
“You’re the leader!” you whispered.
“Since when?” Taeyong responded.
“We can’t send Yuta against three vampire hunters,” you reasoned. “Their blood is probably injected with vervain and they have wooden bullets. Taeyong, do you think you can distract them while Yuta and I get inside and rescue my parents?”
“Consider it done,” Taeyong smirked confidently. “I’ll show them a real mad dog.”
“If it weren’t for the life-and-death situation, I would have jumped your bones, you’re so attractive right now,” you mumbled.
“Save it for later, nasties,” Yuta groaned. “But Y/N, are you sure me going inside is a good idea? I mean, don’t forget your parents are also vampire hunters. They might not be very thrilled to see me.”
“Well, they’re gonna have to suck it up,” you grunted. “We’re going in to save their asses, so if they have any complaints against you, I’ll deal with them myself. And if someone other than me tries to attack you, I’ll protect you.”
“Damn, Y/N, not to steal your line or anything, but you’re so sexy right now I could devour you both literally and figuratively,” Yuta grinned.
“Enough chit-chat,” Taeyong reminded you of the task at hand and swiftly transformed into his wolf form, jumping towards the vampire hunters standing guard. When they were distracted enough not to notice a vampire in their vicinity, you and Yuta hurriedly sneaked inside the warehouse. Trying to walk fast and simultaneously search for your parents and be on the lookout for more hunters, because you weren’t sure how long Taeyong could hold the guards off without...well, having to kill them. Eventually, you spotted a door slightly left ajar, where your parents were tied up to chairs, their faces badly bruised.
“Can you be my lookout while I untie them?” you asked Yuta.
“You got it,” he replied, immediately standing watch in front of the door. Getting inside, you didn’t waste any time in cutting off the ropes with the sharp blade Kun had given you.
“Y/N, sweetheart, you shouldn’t have come here,” your mother whispered.
“What do you mean? I couldn’t let you die,” you insisted.
“Chanwoo lied to us, too, you know. About everything,” your father confessed. “You can’t trust him and his people.”
“Well, I don’t,” you informed them coldly. “Now, let’s get you out of here.”
“Honey, it’s a trap,” your mother warned you and before you could ask what the hell she was talking about, you heard suspicious noise behind you that sounded a lot like fighting. Turning around, you saw Chanwoo sitting on top of Yuta and trying to kill him. Immediately forgetting about your parents, you instinctively reacted, jumping towards Chanwoo to defend your boyfriend. Just as was Chanwoo was a second away from driving his wooden stake through Yuta’s heart, you stabbed Chanwoo in the back with the magical blade. Pushing the hunter off your boyfriend, you took the blade out and drove it in Chanwoo’s chest, again and again.
“This is for kidnapping my mom,” you grunted with each stab. “This is for kidnapping my dad,” you continued. “This is for almost killing Yuta,” you kept stabbing Chanwoo. “And this is for me!”
“Kitten, stop, he’s already dead,” Yuta pointed out gently, pulling you away from Chanwoo’s body. You finally put an end to all the stabbing and the first thing you noticed was there was so much blood. You had just killed Chanwoo. Right in front of Yuta and your parents. Overwhelmed by your actions, you began shaking and crying, your head buried in Yuta’s chest. You felt as if you were suffocating and you couldn’t breathe. As you trembled in terror, the only thing that helped to ground you back to reality was his voice. “Shh, it’s fine. You did the right thing, you saved me, babygirl.”
You nodded numbly, not finding the energy to argue.
“We have to get going,” Yuta whispered and then, turning to your parents. “You think you can walk on your own?”
“We can handle it,” your mother reassured you.
Yuta lifted you up in his arms and you couldn’t even hold yourself together enough to use your legs, feeling completely limp. All that you remembered was that you were supposed to return the blade to Kun, so you continued clutching onto it tightly despite all the blood. Once the four of you were out of the warehouse, you noticed a bunch of vampire hunters’ bodies lying around, a beautiful grey wolf sitting comfortably nearby, his muzzle covered with blood. Your brain barely registered the fact that this was Taeyong. It had taken you long enough to get inside and out and he’d had no choice but to kill them in order to prevent them from coming after you.
“I think I can walk now,” you told Yuta and he set you down carefully. Kneeling next to Taeyong, you caressed the fur on his head softly. The wolf growled softly, letting you pet him for a bit. “Thank you,” you mumbled gently and he started transforming back into his human form.
“Shit, I really got carried away, huh?” he observed, scratching the back of his head in a somewhat nervous manner.
“You’re not the only one,” you sighed, recalling your behaviour.
“Guys, let’s get out of here before more vampire hunters arrive. Y/N’s parents excluded,” Yuta interferred.
“Shouldn’t we get rid of the bodies? Erase our fingerprints or something?” Taeyong inquired.
“It’s pointless. Now that Chanwoo and his people are gone and you have us as the living proof they kidnapped us, it will be easier to make the other hunters see the error of their ways and restore the academy back to its former glory,” your father explained. “I’m so sorry we didn’t listen to your suspicions, Y/N. You were right all along. Not all vampires are murderers.”
“Maybe not, but I am,” you admitted, feeling somewhat guilty.
“You were just fighting for what you believed was right,” your mother reminded you gently. “Now we know the truth and everything will be revealed. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget that.”
You sobbed, hugging your parents. For the first time in your life, you felt like they were truly your family.
After this incident, your parents easily managed to show to the other hunters that only vampires and hunters who killed innocent people deserved to be put down. You were exempt from guilt considering the circumstances around your family’s kidnapping and the fact you were acting in self-defense. Chanwoo was going to be remembered as nothing but the bloodthirsty monster that he was.
Your parents became the new superiors of the academy on the grounds that they could rule over it justly and make sure vampires got punished only if the hunters were 110% certain the vampires were mass murderers.
As for your own punishment for almost killing Yuta, you were surprised he didn’t mention it immediately after you went home that night. In fact, it was you who brought it up around a week later, still overwhelmed by how irrationally you’d acted. Feeling a sense of culpability, you considered yourself utterly undeserving of your boyfriends’ kindness towards you. Not only did they help you rescue your parents, but they also didn’t do or say anything that would harm you.
“Yuta?” you called out his name one evening.
“Yes, little one?”
“Back when I tried to...you know, you said you’d punish me but you still haven’t.”
“Okay, first of all, you didn’t do shit,” Yuta teased you. “If you really wanted to kill me, you would have tried harder. Like, Chanwoo-level of murderous, yeah? And besides, don’t you think you already atoned for your sin by saving my life?”
“I mean, I guess,” you pretended to agree with him. “But not really.”
“Why do I have the feeling you want to get punished?” Yuta smirked smugly.
“Maybe I do,” you admitted nervously.
“But will it really be a punishment if I do what you want?” Yuta reasoned with you.
“Then, don’t. Do something you want,” you insisted.
“Will it make you feel better?”
“Yes!” you nodded excitedly.
“Well, boo-hoo, then it wouldn’t really be a punishment, dumbass.”
“I promise I’ll stop bringing it up. Just this once.”
Yuta had to admit, hearing you go on and on and on about your guilt was getting kinda annoying.
“Just this once,” he repeated reluctantly. “But you’ll have to wait for the main event until Taeyong’‘s home from the club.”
“But there are three more hours until his shift ends! I can’t wait that long!” you complained, already knowing that acting like a brat would only make your punishment more severe. (Which was secretly exactly what you were hoping for).
“You’re gonna have to be patient, kitten. Consider it part of your punishment.”
Perfect! Just what you wanted.
Then, Yuta went to Taeyong’s room, only to return with the infamous chains. And use them on you, binding you to the bed.
Okay, not that perfect, you thought, marveling at your newfound immobility.
“I’m not going to go easy on you, baby,” he warned. “If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
You agreed, already well-familiarized with the traffic lights system.
“What’s your colour now?” Yuta asked.
“Green,” you replied immediately.
“Good,” he smiled devilishly and began touching you. Just when you were on the brink of orgasming, he stopped. And then again and again and again. Until you lost count of how many times your high had been ripped away from you. Until you realized you were in for a long night.
Eventually, Yuta grew bored with it and opted for something different. Unlocking the chains, he pulled you into his lap so that your ass was facing the air.
“I want you to count for me. And don’t come unless I say so,” he ordered, landing the first spank. And then, the second, and the third...He didn’t hold back, his movements only grew rougher and quicker. You had to keep reminding yourself this is what you asked for, what you deserved. The perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, humiliation and excitement, overwhelmed you to no end. But despite how hard you tried to prevent yourself from coming, by the time you reached twenty-seven, you couldn’t and released yourself without meaning to.
“I’m so sorry,” you cried out after that.
“Shhh, it’s alright, my beautiful girl,” Yuta scooped you up into his arms and caressed your cheeks gently. “But you do realize I’ll have to punish you harder for disobeying me, right?”
You nodded dumbly and despite his promise for more disciplining, you couldn’t help but treasure this brief moment of sweetness and you couldn’t physically resist the urge to kiss Yuta’s lips. Your own were starving to be tasted and you mentally reprimanded yourself for being so weak for him.
“What was that for?” he asked, sounding amused.
“I’m thanking you,” you whispered shyly. “For not giving up on me and taking the time to teach me how to be more well-behaved.”
“Aww, aren’t you a little doll?” Yuta chuckled. “But you’re still not getting out of this.”
“I know,” you admitted with a sigh. “I just wanted to kiss you.”
Yuta gave you a couple of more minutes to recover and then he pulled out a ball gag from his cupboard.
“Since you’re not going to be able to speak for a while, we’re gonna need a different sign if this gets too much for you. I want you to pinch me at any time if you feel like things are getting unbearable, alright?”
“Alright,” you murmured weakly, already feeling quite intimidated by Yuta’s words. But you wanted to be a good girl for him so badly that you were determined to be as patient as possible. Wrapping the collar of the gag behind your neck, Yuta made sure you were feeling comfortable enough before he continued. Only this time, your punishment was the exact opposite of your earlier one. Instead of denying you orgasms, he made you come over and over again until you began drooling around the ball gag and you could no longer think clearly. At one point, the pain between your legs became so strong you felt like you would pass out any second now. Using the very last of your strength to pinch Yuta’s arm, he immediately stopped. You were sobbing uncontrollably as he removed the gag from your mouth and held you tightly.
“I’m so sorry, kitten,” he mumbled gently, kissing your cheeks. “Was I too hard on you?”
You shook your head adamantly, refusing to hurt his feelings. But also, because you were too fucked up to speak yet. Giving you some water and the time needed to pull yourself together, Yuta exhibited so much patience and kindness that you were immensely touched.
“Use your words, babygirl. Can you do that for me?”
You nodded weakly and opened your mouth.
“You weren’t,” you eventually responded. “I just couldn’t...couldn’t take it any longer. I’m sorry.”
“You needn’t apologize to me,” Yuta said, cuddling you softly. “I’ve got you.”
About half an hour later, just as you were beginning to drift away into dreamland, you heard Taeyong’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“WHO THE HELL ORDERED A MAID OUTFIT AND CAT EARS AND LEFT THE PACKAGE AT THE DOOR? SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THESE AREN’T FOR ME! I’M A WEREWOLF, NOT A KITTEN!”
Oh, dear. You were certainly not having any sleep tonight...
In the morning after your grand punishment which involved not only the aforementioned events but having to witness Taeyong and Yuta’s foreplay and passionate union for another hour without being allowed to participate or touch them, you were, without any exaggeration, unable to walk. Lucky for Taeyong’s pride, the maid outfit and the cat ears Yuta had ordered, were, of course, for you. Unlucky for Taeyong, instead of getting to sleep after working late in his club, he had to abide by Yuta’s rules until the am hours of the night.
Lucky for both you and Taeyong, Yuta was kind enough to prepare the most exquisite breakfast in bed (despite not needing human food himself). It involved lots of croissants, pancakes, orange juice, fruits and all sorts of chocolates. You couldn’t find it in yourself to reprimand him for keeping you up for so long because he was the sweetest afterwards.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind trying on the maid outfit and the cat ears some other time,” Taeyong admitted suddenly, his cheeks stuffed with pastry.
“But last night you said...” you were about to remind him of his whole “I’m a werewolf, not a kitten” tantrum.
“I know what I said,” he cut you off. “But seeing you in it made me change my mind.”
“Just don’t let Yuta hear that,” you warned your boyfriend.
“Not let Yuta hear what?” Yuta asked, peeking through the door. Screw him and his vampire super hearing.
“Well, too late,” you grinned, munching on your croissant. “Good luck with that, Taeyong.”
“He’ll destroy me, won’t he?” Taeyong sighed, pretending to be miserable.
“I’m right here, you whores,” Yuta rolled his eyes and attacked you with a lot of cuddles, showing you an unexpectedly affectionate side of himself.
“Ewww,” you groaned, teasingly repeating Yuta’s words from a while back. “Are all vampires so clingy?”
“Not as clingy as humans,” Yuta flicked your nose playfully.
“And certainly not as clingy as werewolves,” Taeyong chimed in, kissing your and Yuta’s cheeks.
“Well, it’s not that bad,” Yuta confessed, feeling comfortable enough around you two.
“Of course it isn’t,” you giggled.
“About Taeyong and that maid outfit...” Yuta started.
“I already regret saying what I said,” Taeyong complained.
“Yeah, can’t we have at least one day without Yuta being a pervert?” you backed up the werewolf on this one.
“Get a different mate if you don’t like me,” Yuta huffed, feigning offense.
“Nooo, we do like you,” Taeyong quickly comforted the vampire by playfully biting his neck.
“Hey, you can’t just start biting around and take away my purpose as the honourable vampire in our little family,” Yuta teased, but judging by his expression, you could tell he was enjoying the attention.
“Your purpose in our family to stand there and look pretty,” you chuckled. “Speaking of pretty, I have a brilliant idea.”
You exchanged a mischievous glance with Taeyong, already having developed a plan to give Yuta a taste of his own medicine. And as if he was a mind-reader, Yuta responded:
“You’re not getting me into that dress.”
“We’d love to see you try to stop us,” Taeyong threatened jokingly.
Needless to say, with the help of a very fun-loving wolf, you somehow managed to tame the lion. Or should you say the new kitten in the family?
Happiness was something you previously thought you didn’t deserve. But with every day spent in Yuta and Taeyong’s company, you were proved wrong. In fact, they invested all their efforts to make sure you every part of you was happy. Your eyes, your nose and certainly, your lips. And as undeserving as you felt sometimes, you tried to make them happy in return, spending every second of your time looking after them. Just as they were taking care of you and each other.
Life with them was never boring. Especially with Yuta. Taeyong was the more responsible one of the two. With Yuta, you never knew what to expect. Of course, despite the occasional tricks he pulled, you and Taeyong were perfectly aware he meant well. Though a bit reckless, you still loved him just as much. You loved both of them. Just as they loved each other. Even when a certain someone was being unbelievably reckless and frustrating. No, especially when he was being this way.
One night, you were sleeping soundly when you were suddenly woken up by loud voices.
“YUTA, YOU CAN’T JUST TURN EVERY HUMAN I KNOW INTO A VAMPIRE!” Taeyong scolded your other boyfriend.
Yuta shrugged, faintly recalling a very handsome young man named Doyoung he’d turned the night before.
“Oops.”
“If you give me the all humans look like prey to me excuse, we’re breaking up!” Taeyong threatened angrily.
“Hey, that’s humanphobic!” you joined in the conversation, cause you were already awake and didn’t think you’d be able to fall asleep with all that shouting that was going on.
“I’ve changed,” Yuta insisted. “I mean, I can obviously tell the difference between a Y/N and a Doyoung.”
Taeyong resisted the urge to facepalm himself and opted for flicking Yuta’s forehead instead.
“You’re such an idiot,” he sighed. “Remind me again why you’re my boyfriend?”
“Because of my irresistible charms?” Yuta offered.
Shaking your head in amusement, you sleepily pulled them back into bed.
“What are we going to do now? Doyoung can’t keep living with his parents, the temptation for a newborn vampire would be too difficult to resist. He needs our help,” Taeyong argued. Yuta visibly agreed but didn’t offer a solution to the problem. Despite your drowsy brain, you were quick to make a suggestion:
“Well, I guess we can find room for one more vampire.”
The End
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