#and by someone. i do mean dorian. | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

yeonzzzn · 6 months

Text

🪞mirrors: lee heeseung

a vampires bleeding series: seven / seven

pairing: heeseung x afab!reader word count: 11.4k

synopsis: as heeseung's secret gets revealed, along with the long history behind the secret, to you and the mates of the pack, they are all steps closer to ending this war with dorian and stopping his evil plans once and for all. with dorian's betrayal still fresh for you, you join the group to help put dorian down.

genre: enemies to lovers, vampire!heeseung, doctor!heeseung, vampire!reader, angst, some spice and fluff.

warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, one sex scene but it's spiced not full on smut, cute heeseung ♡

You watched as Heeseung twirled the silver blade with his fingers, his eyes staring you down.

The place where he burned your skin with the blade was throbbing. Your body wasn’t healing it fast enough, and probably wouldn’t. If the blade was made specifically for him, the vampire king, the blade was made to kill and leave scars.

You scoffed, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

Heeseung tilted his head, lifting his leg to rest against the chair he sat in, “Want to share with the class what you think is so funny?”

You glanced into the darkness behind him, not wanting to make eye contact with him, “I was told you’re a doctor. How could the vampire king settle for such a low-class job as that.”

Heeseung was at your side in a second, the blade inches away from your neck, “I am a doctor, which isn't a low-class job. I’ve saved lives, helped people, and healed people…It is not an easy job. When you’re stuck living for eternity you should put yourself to good use.”

You rolled your eyes, “But you’re the king, what need would you have to help others!”

Heeseung scoffed, inching the blade closer, “Because I am not the monster I was created to be.”

You sat still, not knowing how to respond to him.

Heeseung removed the blade and sat back in the chair across from you, “When will you answer my questions?”

You shook your head, “When will you stop asking?”

Heeseung chuckled, “You’re in the presence of the actual vampire king and you still want to defy me?”

“Just because you’re a king, doesn’t mean my loyalties sit with you, plus I can tell this isn’t the way you normally are,” You leaned forward as far as the rope tied around your body would let you, “You’re not some tyrant, or someone to torture anyone. This is all an act.”

Heeseung stood from his seat quickly, his golden eyes burning at you. You struck a nerve.

“I will do what I have to, to protect my pack!” he growled, “Unlike you, whose loyalties sit with a man who won’t be coming for you.”

You sat back in the chair, not wanting to believe the words coming from his mouth. You don’t know how long you’ve been trapped down wherever you were, but you know it’s been days, maybe even a week and Dorian has yet to try and find you. You weren’t in a pack with him, so trying to find ways to get him to know where you were or sensing where he is, was hopeless.

Heeseung knew you knew he was right. He could see it all over your face.

There was a knock on the door, and then it slowly opened, Jungwon stepped in.

“Hyung,” He called out, “We are all here.”

Heeseung nodded, relaxing his body and his glowing golden eyes turned back to the coco brown.

You stared at Jungwon, piercing daggers into him.

He side-eyed you, his fist clenching, “Say something.” He snapped.

You smiled, “You’re the leader of the pack yet you still follow behind this king. Shouldn’t you be the king?”

Jungwon smiled back at you, “The king needs his leader, doesn’t he?”

Your smile faded. You knew their pack was close with their bonds, but you didn’t think it would be that tight. Most packs fight for the leadership role.

Heeseung walked out of the room, and Jungwon followed behind him, leaving you alone once again.

“Got anything?” Jungwon asked.

Heeseung shook his head, “The only thing I’ve gotten out of her is she thinks being a doctor is a low job for a king and that Dorian would come for her.”

Jungwon rolled his eyes, “So the same shit.”

Heeseung sighed, “Unfortunately.”

They opened the door that led into the safe room, quickly closing and locking it behind them.

Sunghoon and his witch mate sat at the kitchen table, her jumping up at the sight of Heeseung.

Heeseung narrowed his eyes at her, “I told you to stop that.”

The witch softly smiled, “We do this for our kings and queens in our covens, it’s not a habit I can get rid of overnight.”

Heeseung knew his title coming out to the mates of the pack was big news. Mostly for the witch and the dhampir.

Jake and his mate got into an argument after Heeseung announced his title officially to them.

“I have been in the presence of the vampire king my whole life and never knew?!?! We were all friends for so long!” The dhampir paced back and forth in the living room, “I’ve been so rude towards Heeseung!!”

“My Luna Nova, please calm down, it's okay!”

“No it’s not!” she snapped, “How could you have kept something so important away from me?!?”

The vampire king has been told in legends to be the most powerful vampire, and if the king was in a pack, his power amplified the number of members in the pack.

So to call Heeseung weak is far from the truth.

Jungwon called the others to sit at the table, “We need to make a plan to get Dorian’s followers to spill everything she knows.”

Sunghoon wrapped his arms around his witch, “Why not let the hex girl here use her magical powers to get her to open up?”

Sunoo chimed in, pointing at his elf mate, “My magical girl can help.”

Heeseung disagreed, “Using magic on her isn’t going to work. She’s too strong-headed.”

“I wouldn’t know what kind of magic to use anyways,” the elf added, “Using magic on a vampire is a difficult task, your brains and bodies don’t work the same as others.”

The witch agreed, “You vampires are the undead, you weren’t naturally created creatures to begin with, so to use any kind of magic on you guys would be difficult, like __ said.”

“And I am assuming threatening her is not working?” The dhampir asked.

Heeseung nodded, “Her loyalty is also very strong with Dorian still, nothing will change that.”

The room fell silent. Everyone’s brains are working overtime to figure something out.

“And we have been to Dorian’s compound multiple times over the last week,” Jay pitched in, “Still no traces of him or his followers either.”

Jake covered his mouth with his hands and then his eyes lit up, “Have we thought about checking the farmhouses again? and the town where __ coven was?”

The witch stood up quickly from her chair, “He could have found our underground sanctuary. There’s a library down there along with other magical items.”

Sunghoon stood up beside her, furrowing his brows, “Why are you just now telling us about this hex girl?!”

She rolled her eyes, “Oh shut up bloodsucker!” she snapped at her mate, “It’s heavily guarded and I assumed after Dorian burnt down the town and killed my entire coven that he wouldn’t be able to find it.”

The dhampir quickly pulled her phone from her pocket, “I’m calling Archer.”

Heeseung stood in silence, thinking of how this could go.

Niki shook his leg with impatience, “What if Dorian is there and __ is with him?”

Heeseung patted the maknae’s shoulder, ready to open his mouth but was stopped.

“Archer said he’s felt a force nearby for the last hour!” the dhampir announced.

Niki stood quickly from his seat, “When are we going.”

Jungwon knew from the look on Heeseung’s face what the plan was, “Not everyone is going.”

Niki whipped around, “Hyung!” he begged Heeseung, “If __ is with him!”

Heeseung placed both hands on Niki’s shoulders, “If she is with him, I’ll bring her back. The moment you step foot near them she will run.”

Niki wanted to fight, but didn’t, understanding.

Heeseung looked around the room at his pack, “I will go alone.”

“What? Fuck no! That’s stupid!” Jake yelled.

“Are you fucking crazy?!” Sunghoon snapped.

“Hyung, what are you even thinking?!” Niki and Jungwon asked.

“Listen, Mr. Vampire King,” the witch scoffed, “This isn’t something to do alone!!”

The elf agreed, “You need someone with you!”

The humans even disagreed, “Bring someone with you!”

Heeseung smiled at his family, happy with how big it had grown. Remembering a time it was just the seven of them.

“I have something special to protect,” Heeseung yelled over the chaos, his family settling down, “I have eleven of you to keep safe.” Heeseung had a plan, it just didn’t involve his family.

“Hyung!” Jungwon projected, “What do you even plan to do? Huh? Just walk in there?”

Heeseung smiled again, “When I meant going alone, I meant without you guys.”

Jungwon furrowed his eyes, “I am not following?”

Heeseung nodded his head towards the door that led to you.

You tried to force your way out of the ropes, twisting and turning in every way possible.

You had to make it out of there and back to Dorian. You needed to tell him Heeseung was the vampire king. It would speed the progress of his ruling so much faster.

As if on cue, Heeseung and Jungwon opened the door, Jungwon slamming it shut behind him.

You smile, “Well well, isn’t it the King and his follower.”

Heeseung grabbed the back of the chair, tilting it backward, your feet lifting from the floor.

His face was inches away from yours, his silver special blade was also inches from your skin.

“I don’t have followers, I have a family.” He growled, his eyes burning.

You glared at him, not letting this tactic scare you anymore.

He smirked, letting a small breath out as he clicked his tongue, “We are going on a little trip, if you behave you’ll get to die with Dorian at your side.”

Before you could say a word, Jungwon covered your mouth with a cloth. Your head spun and your eyes slowly closed. Your world going dark.

—

You woke up to the sun shining down on you. You slowly sat up, your head still spinning.

You took in the area around you. The grass was burnt and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

You quickly covered your mouth the more you looked. Houses were burnt to the ground. Bodies spread throughout the land.

“It’s a sad sight, isn’t it?”

Heeseung’s voice made you jump. He was knelt, a patch of dead grass in his hands.

You could see the pain on his face, “What happened here?”

Heeseung sighed before turning his head to look at you, “This is what Dorian did. He destroyed this whole village and killed an entire coven, just to get the secret to the powers he wields now.”

You shook your head, not wanting to leave it, “He didn’t do this! He said he threatened them and took what he wanted!”

Heeseung softly chuckled, “This whole area is proof of what he’s done. The only one who survived this incident is the witch in my pack, she lost everything because of Dorian.”

You wanted to argue back, that you knew Dorian better than anyone else. He’s the one who turned you into a vampire after all. Found you after you were almost murdered in the street by some criminals, he saved you and took you in. It’s clear to you that the soft side of Dorian was a fake. That this was his true nature.

“Stand up,” Heeseung Demanded, pulling you up by your arm, “Your lord and savior Dorian is in the secret underground library fixing to steal more magic from this lost coven, and you’re going to help me stop him.”

Heeseung pulled you forward, his hand tightly wrapped around your arm.

You listened to every demand, all the fight left in you was gone.

The entrance to the hidden library was no longer hidden, proof in itself that Dorian was inside.

Heeseung pushed you along, making you go down the steps first into the darkness.

Small candles sat on the walls to light the path, sending you both down until the path became flat, a brighter light shone down the pathway that led to the opened door of the library.

Heeseung’s grip on your arm got tighter. Dorian was down the hall and you were terrified of what to expect.

“How nice of you to join us,” Dorian said as you both walked into the small library, his face planted in the book in his hands, “I was starting to worry when we’d meet again.”

“You knew we were coming?” Heeseung scoffed, slowly pulling his blade from his pocket, “That means you have my youngest mate with you, ya?”

Dorian closed the book, his shit-eating grin plastered on his face, “My dear __, please say hello to our guest.”

The young vampire walked around the bookshelf, a couple of books held close to her chest.

Heeseung grinned his teeth. He could feel the pain she was feeling being away from Niki, her swollen eyes said it clear enough. She hasn’t slept since being pulled away from him. It was eating her alive.

“__,” Heeseung called to her, “You don’t have to side with him!”

She looked away from him and down at the ground. Heeseung could see the battle she was facing. To drop everything and run towards him to return to Niki’s side, or to keep her loyalty to Dorian.

“Please, Niki needs you.”

Her body shook at the sound of her mate's name, and she took a step forward towards Heeseung, only for Dorian’s hand to lift, making her stop.

“She belongs to me,” Dorian chuckled, “You can’t just take what’s mine.”

“She doesn’t belong to you!” Heeseung snapped, his fangs starting to come to a point, but not fully, “She isn’t bound to you!”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Dorian, you felt the betrayal of getting yourself captured, but also the betrayal that he’d destroy a whole village and coven, just for his gain.

You then had the idea to expose Heeseung as the king, hoping that maybe Dorian would take you back.

“How about a trade then?” You said, finally looking up at Dorian, begging him with your eyes, “Take the good-for-nothing girl who mated with the enemy and give her to Heeseung to trade for me.”

Heeseung could smell your bullshit, his blade quickly pressing to the side of your jaw, the same side he already burned.

You bit your tongue to keep from crying out, trying to keep your composer, showing proof you were still useful to Dorian.

Dorian threw his head back in laughter, “Oh this is great! Y/N, do you think I would trade you for __? She’s mates with their youngest, she can help sense where they are if they come near me. What good are you for?”

The pain from Heeseung’s blade no longer affects you after Dorian’s words.

Your knees gave out, dropping your weight to the floor. Heeseung let you fall.

Heeseung was more pissed off now, “Give my pack member.”

Dorian shook his head, “She’s useful to me.”

Heeseung tightened his grip on his blade, looking back at the young vampire, “__, choose the side that’ll take care of you,” he softly spoke, “You’d have Niki again. You’d have a support system, a family.”

Heeseung could see the gears turning in her head. The way her heart rate picked up and the grip she had on the books in her hands, her knuckles were white.

Dorian could see it too. The betrayal that was about to happen.

She used all her strength to tear the books in half and throw them to the floor. Heeseung knew she was choosing him.

But Heeseung could also sense what was about to happen.

Dorian reached out, his hand gripping her neck and lifting her off the ground.

“You idiot! After all I have done for you!”

Heeseung acted fast. Using all the strength he had into a full sprint. The blade made contact with Dorian’s wrist, slicing his hand clear from his arm.

Heeseung quickly grabbed __, tossing her off to the side and out of the way.

Dorian screamed in agony, his hand gripping the nub of his arm, the sizzling sound of his skin burning echoed with his screams.

“What kind of weapon do you have there hmm?” Dorian said through gritted teeth, “For it to be so strong to cut through my limb and burn it so quickly that not even a drop of blood fell.”

Heeseung held the blade up, ready to use it once again, preparing for Dorian’s next move, “When you’ve lived as long as I have, you improvise on weapons to be created to help protect yourself and your family.”

Dorian evilly laughed, “You and this family bullshit!”

Heeseung heard enough and swung his blade back at Dorian.

Only for the next turn of events to surprise Heeseung.

Dorian jumped backward, transforming into a bat.

“Well that’s not something you see every day,” Heeseung hissed.

A chuckle came from the bat before he speedily flew out of the library.

You saw this as your opportunity to run, but your legs wouldn’t move.

Dorian made it clear he didn’t want you or even need you.

The young girl knelt to your side, softly touching the burn on your jaw, “Heeseung!” She called out, “She’s not healing!”

Heeseung knelt in front of you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head to the side, “It will with time. But the scars will remain. My blade wasn’t made to heal.”

Heeseung dropped his hand, staring at you and your lost face.

You refused to look at him.

Heeseung scoffed softly, and stood up, walking away from you and towards the door.

“__,” he called out, “It’s time to go. We have things to discuss and I need to return you to Niki’s side so the bond doesn’t do any more damage to either of you.”

She stayed by your side, her hand settling on top of yours, “We can’t leave Y/N here.”

Heeseung raised a brow, “Why the hell not?”

The girl’s eyes pleaded with him. Heeseung wanted to say no. It wasn’t in his playing cards to return home with the follower of Dorian.

“Please, Heeseung,” she begged, “Y/N helped take care of me and treated me as if I were her sister, just like you do with Niki as a brother!”

Heeseung clenched his fist. The thought of bringing you back made his skin crawl. But he also knew leaving you here wasn’t something Heeseung would normally do. He can’t leave someone who needs help behind.

He relaxed, looking away from the girls.

The young vampire knew Heeseung agreed to bring you along.

“Y/N, let’s go.”

You wanted to protest, to demand to be left alone. There was nothing left for you.

You pushed __ away.

To your Surprise, Heeseung was back at your side, pulling you up to your feet.

You stared up at him, eyes locking together with him.

A shock was sent down your spine, and by the look on Heeseung’s face, you knew he felt it too.

He let go of your arm, stepping a few steps back, running a hand through his hair, “Let’s go. We need to get back.”

—

You fell asleep in the backseat. Your left side leaned against the car door as you slept.

Heeseung stared at you through the rearview mirror, watching as your chest raised and fell with every breath. The burns on your jaw are still a bright red.

His heart raced looking at you. His hands softly loosen their grip on the steering wheel.

“Your heart rate better be picking up pace because you feel like shit for hurting her!” the young one hissed.

Heeseung glared down at the youngest pack member, “Why would I feel bad? She tried to hurt my family. My only goal today was getting you back and killing Dorian.”

She rolled her eyes, “You were going to kill her too! I could feel your kill lust, Mr. Vampire King.”

Heeseung quickly looked at her, “How did you know that?”

She glanced out the car window, “The moment Niki and I bonded together, I could feel just how powerful your, well our, pack is. It wasn’t hard to put together.”

Heeseung looked back at the road, “Dorian doesn’t know?”

“No. He still believes the old king is still in power,” she looked at Heeseung, “How long has the old king been dead?”

Heeseung dodged the question, “Why didn’t you tell Dorian if you knew?”

She looked back out the window, dropping her head into her hands, “I couldn’t betray my pack like that. Even if I wasn’t officially in the pack at the time, I couldn’t hand over that information so easily to Dorian.”

Heeseung knew she did it to protect Niki, and left it at all.

You all pulled up at the safe house, Niki being the first one out of the house and at the passenger side door before the vehicle even came to a stop.

“Oh my god,” Niki breathed out, pulling __ from the car and into his arms.

Heeseung watched the maknaes embrace each other. Their bond is fully completed. The warmth of their love soothed everyone.

You stayed in the car, watching as the young ones held each other tight. The other ones with mates follow suit, embracing their mates close to their bodies. Holding onto them tightly.

Heeseung looked over at you, watching as you watched his family.

His heart pulled to you, and he knew there wasn’t any stopping this, even if he tried.

Heeseung reached over and tapped your knee, your attention being put on him.

“If you want to run tail back to Dorian, be my guest, I am not going to force you here.”

You looked deeply into his eyes, scared of what this feeling was that was pulling you to him. You sat in silence, not knowing how to even respond to him.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, removing his hand from your knee, ready to turn back around and get out of the car.

You reached for his hand before he could, causing him to turn fully back towards you, “I can’t go back to Dorian,” you whispered, “He would just kill me the minute I got too close.”

You rubbed your thumb over the top of his hand. Half of Heeseung wanted to rip his hand away from you, the other half wanted to close his hand tightly around yours.

“Why haven’t you killed me?” You finally asked, “You’ve had plenty of time to do so.”

Heeseung tucked his lips between his teeth, debating on even continuing this conversation.

“Because you were right,” he sighed, “When you first said this wasn’t who I am, some tyrant who tortures people…that’s not me.”

You could see the hurt behind his eyes as he said this.

Heeseung is a powerful king who has a pack of twelve under his thumb, being the most powerful vampire mixed pack in the world. Every other king that has ruled, did so with thousands of vampires at his side and was a solo hunter. Heeseung has single-handedly outdone every king before him.

Yet his undead heart was still so pure and full of life. He became a doctor to help others…no wonder no one knows that the old king is dead and that he was the new one. Heeseung never once gave any hints he was a king.

You held his hand tightly, looking down at the rings that wrapped around his fingers, “I will follow you.”

Heeseung furrowed his brow, “What?”

“Did I stutter?” You said, making eye contact back with him, “My loyalty is with you now.”

Heeseung looked away from you, shaking his head, “You’re only saying that.”

You squeezed his hand, “No I’m not. I’ve seen what you can do, and I know what you can accomplish. Plus you need me if you want to kill Dorian.”

Heeseung glanced at you, “I am listening.”

“I know what his plans are, and where he will be hiding next.”

Heeseung’s heart was telling him to let you in. To bring you close and never let you go and end Dorian once and for all, after all the harm he has done. But his brain was telling him differently. To let you in long enough to set the goals to kill Dorian and let you back out into the wild.

“What reason do you have to kill Dorian and join forces with us?”

You slowly blinked at him, “The things __ and myself have had to endure while living in that compound…being brainwashed into thinking he cared for us…” You shook your head, trying to push out the terrible memories that you’ve suppressed, “I want him dead just as badly as you.”

Heeseung nodded, closing his hand around yours, “We have a lot to discuss then.”

—

“WOAH NO WAY!?” the witch slapped her hands onto the table, her long black braid hair flipping behind her as she stood up from the seat, “You’re telling me you vampires can’t turn into bats on your own?!”

“Oh shut the actual fuck up!” Sunghoon hissed, grabbing his mate's arm and pulling her back into the chair.

You confusingly glared at the witch, “He got the spell to turn into a bat from your library…?”

Sunghoon sighed, “Just ignore the hex girl, she’s being stupid. Said the same shit when she saw my reflection.”

The witch quickly whipped her head to her lover, her black nailed fingertips gripping his chin, pulling towards her, “Watch your tongue bloodsucker, I might hex you.”

Sunghoon smiled warmly at her, quickly planting a small kiss on her lips.

You looked away from them, only to see every couple in the room either in each other's arms or hands tangled together.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Heeseung cleared his throat, “We need a solid plan before chasing after Dorian. He has more tricks up his sleeve than we thought.”

You softly scoffed, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Something funny, public enemy number one?” Sunghoon raised a brow, “I don’t think you have any reason to be laughing.”

“Sunghoon!” Niki’s mate snapped, causing glares from Sunghoon.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “You both worked under Dorian’s thumb and are the reasons for all the bullshit we have gone through.”

“Baby,” the witch said, wrapping her small hands around his bicep, “They were brainwashed, mostly __. If she could have run away from Dorian I am sure she would have. Mostly after meeting Niki. She was protecting him. Just like you would have gone to hell and back to protect me.”

Sunghoon slumped down into his chair, letting his mate win.

Sunoo on the other hand, didn’t let the conversation end.

“No, but, I still want to hear what Y/N thinks is so funny?” Sunoo clasps his hands together, leaning forward against the table, “What could be so funny?”

You glared between Sunghoon and Sunoo, both their eyes glued to you.

“You are all the strongest pack in the world, following under the fucking vampire king!” you snapped, pointing a finger at Heeseung, “What other plan do you guys need to kill Dorian?!”

Heeseung slid his hands into his jeans pockets, tilting his head up, looking down at you, “Because I am not going to use my title as an act of power. I have a family to protect and cannot just go head first into a war.”

Jungwon continued, “We don’t know what tricks Dorian has up his sleeve like Hyung said. We could walk into a trap and get us all killed,” Jungwon pulled his mate close to him, “Unlike you, Y/N, we have something bigger to protect besides just ourselves.”

You were defeated. You couldn’t feel the bond that they all share, you would have no way of understanding. You’ve only ever looked out for yourself.

Heeseung knew this conversation was going nowhere but in circles. He glanced up at the clock on the wall, the hands hitting midnight.

“Let’s call it a night,” He yawned, “Most of us have jobs and school tomorrow.”

Niki and __ both groaned.

“Jesus Christ there’s two of them now.” Jay sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

“Is sending them two to school the best course of action?” Jake chimed in, “Wouldn’t Dorian know where to look for them?”

The elf jumped up, “Nope! I amplified my scent-covering spell with the help of our witchy friend, all our scents have completely been covered. Hee, Jay and I can return to the hospital, Niki and __ can return to school, and the others…can do whatever it is you guys do.”

Jungwon clapped his hands, “We will split into search teams while those with jobs work and the teens are at school,” he glanced over at you, “You’re going to be stuck with me and Jake tomorrow.”

“Lovely,” you whispered.

Heeseung stood up, and by reaction, you did also, causing the rest to look at you weirdly.

“He’s the king…do you guys not…react?”

Jake chuckled, “We’ve known this man since way before he became king, we don’t use formals with him.”

Heeseung raised his brows, “Wow okay I am going to bed.”

Heeseung made his way out of the kitchen, before popping back up quickly, “Make sure the teenagers sleep in separate rooms.”

“Hyung!” Niki snapped, his face flushing.

“Your mate and Y/N can share a room.” Jay added in, “We have enough spares for them to share a room.”

You agreed, not wanting to sleep alone anyway.

Jay’s mate shows you and __ to the room. Two twin beds sat on opposite sides of the room.

“Thank you,” you said, giving her a small smile, but your smile faded once you saw the bite mark scars on her neck, “Dorian did that, didn’t he?”

She quickly covered her neck with her hand, “Yeah…he did. If it wasn’t for Jay and the others nearby, I would have died.”

You wanted to apologize but knew apologizing wouldn’t be good enough. No amount of sorry will fix the mess Dorian created.

So you settled for a nod and walked into the room. The young vampire follows behind you.

—

You pulled your jacket around your body, as you knelt to the ground.

Watching as Jungwon and Jake drank from their blood bags.

Jake caught you staring. You quickly looked off into the distance.

“Have something to say?” Jake asked between sips, “If you want a bag just ask.”

Jungwon reached into the cooler bag pulling a blood bag out and tossing it to you, “You need to drink, looking kinda pale.”

You held the bag in your hands, watching as the dark liquid fell to one side.

“Problem?” Jake asked, bringing you back to reality.

“No,” you shook your head, “Thank you for the blood.”

Jungwon and Jake watched carefully as you ripped the bag, drinking the blood down.

“You’ve never drank from bags, huh?” Jungwon laughed, clearly teasing you.

You nodded, “Dorian made us hunt for our meals, I am honestly surprised __ was able to take to the bags so easily. She was the only one out of us who drank from bags.”

“Well when you’re stuck as a teenager forever and have no choice but to attend school, you can’t kill your classmates.” Jake shrugged.

You sighed, “She still drank from humans, just not her classmates.”

The conversation turned awkward.

“Well, I have to piss soooo…” Jake stood up and ran off in the distance.

You finished your blood bag, handing the empty plastic back to Jungwon, “Thank you.”

Jungwon nodded, “We need you at your highest strength if you plan to stick around long enough to kill Dorian and be on your way.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. How could you tell the leader of this pack that you want to stick around even afterward? That you want to serve under Heeseung.

But you knew they didn’t work that way. There wasn’t anyone from the outside that was with them besides __ twin brother, but that’s different.

Jungwon’s giggles pulled you out of your thoughts. He held his phone in his hands as his thumbs went from zero to a hundred typing a message.

“What’s funny?” you decide to ask, to clear the silence.

“__ sent me a cute photo of herself saying she misses me.” He smiled brightly, “I want to return to her as quickly as possible.”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, “It must be nice to feel love like you guys do.”

Jungwon slid his phone back into his pocket, his smile growing even wider, “It is. I knew from the moment I met her that she was someone I needed in my life.”

Your heart cried out for them, “I am so so sorry, Jungwon.”

He looks at you, confusion written on his face, “For what?”

“For what Dorian has caused,” You tried to hold back your tears, “I was hunting with him that night, and he randomly disappeared, just to come back later talking so much nonsense about a girl he wanted. How she was important to his plan, I encouraged him to find her. I have no idea she was a part of your pack at the time, or else I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Jungwon looked away from you, his lips between his teeth. He released a sigh before returning his eyes to you, “Don’t apologize for something you have no control over. It’s my fault this mess happened.”

You narrowed your eyes, fixing to protest when he held a hand up to stop you.

“I brought __ to the clearing that night,” he took a deep breath, “I could have taken her anywhere else, and I chose that place. Her blood is just…” Jungwon rolled his eyes as if he were in a daze, “The smell of it drove me crazy. The sound of her heart beating. It was all like a drug to me. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

You could tell how badly Jungwon was beating himself up over what happened.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, the leader side-eyeing you, “But you still have her,” you consulted him, “She’s alive and breathing because you met her, who knows what would have happened if Dorian got to her first before you did.”

Jungwon nodded, “I know, and Dorian will pay for even attempting to touch her.”

Jake suddenly appeared again, “I think we should call it a day,” he placed his hand over his heart, “I need to return to my dhampir.”

Jungwon checked his watch, “Yeah it’s getting late. The teens should be back from school. Heeseung, Jay, and __ should be returning from the hospital too.”

—

Another night worth of discussing plans to stop Dorian and find his other hidden locations was an endless circle.

You and the young vampire told the group about multiple different buildings and compounds that he owned and could be at.

“Since he knows we are coming for him now,” the maknae girl said, “He’s more than likely going to be moving around between them all.”

“So it’s a game of catching him at the right place.” Jay groaned into his hands, “Why can’t this ever be easy.”

Jay’s mate stood behind him, her arms wrapped around him tightly, “We will find him, just keep pushing.” Jay nodded, taking her hands in his.

The dhampir bit her nails, her brain’s gears moving quickly, “Archer has also been searching the areas and hasn't caught his scent or presence either.”

You couldn’t help the lack of Heeseung at the table or even in the house. The chair he normally sat in was empty.

“Where is your king?” You finally spoke.

Jay glanced over at the empty seat, “He got caught up at the hospital. An emergency surgery got scheduled and he just happened to be the doctor that was there when the patient was rushed in.”

You nodded, still in awe that these vampires were even remotely okay with being in a hospital.

Jungwon rubbed his temples, “I say let’s call it a night,” he stood from his seat, “Sunghoon, the dhampir, and Sunoo are on search duty tomorrow.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and made their way to their rooms.

You woke up in the middle of the night, seeing __ slowly tip-toeing her way across the room.

You quickly sat up and turned the lamp on, her freezing in place.

“Sneaking off?” You crossed your arms.

She slowly turned towards you, “Oh no, absolutely not.”

You raised a brow, “You’re literally a seventeen-year-old, what else would you be sneaking out of the room to do?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Late night snack?”

“Get back in bed, __. If you get caught in Niki’s room...”

“Then guard it for me!” She quickly said, “Stand in the hallway and if you hear any signs that someone is awake, tap the door once and I’ll rush out. Easy!”

You disagreed, “That sounds like a terrible idea!”

Yet you found yourself sitting on the floor beside Niki’s room.

His room was only down the hall from yours, so it wasn’t like across the house that you and __ would have to escape to.

You listened to the giggles coming from the teens. Their whispers talked about their school day and how well soccer was going for Niki.

You couldn’t help but smile, being very happy that __ was able to find happiness outside that damn compound.

You were so distracted by the teens, you didn’t notice that a bedroom door was opened, and someone was standing in the hallway.

Not just anyone. Heeseung.

He didn’t notice you at first. His bare feet tapped against the floor. His shoulder hangs loosely around his hips. The only thing he had on was a towel wrapped around his shoulders. His perfectly toned body is on full display.

You tried to control your breathing but then remembered everyone in this house was some kind of mythical creature with good ass hearing.

Heeseung turned and looked at you, his brow raising, “What the hell are you doing on the floor?” he whispered.

You tried to find the right words to say without giving away what was happening.

But Heeseung’s eyes darted between you, and the door beside you.

Heeseung rolled his eyes, carefully making his way towards you.

You quickly and quietly stood up, placing your hands against his chest, “Shhh!!” you whispered, “Nothing is going on I promise.”

Heeseung stared down at your hands against his bare chest, then slowly made eye contact with you.

You realized what was happening, and quickly removed your hands from him, “Sorry,” you said, hushed.

“What are they doing in there?!” he aggressively whispered.

“Being two kids in love,” you whispered back, “They aren’t doing anything they shouldn’t.”

Heeseung went to take a step around you, only for you to follow.

Heeseung smoothly wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing you against the wall without making a sound.

His free arm lay above your head, the other slowly squeezing your hip. His face inches from yours.

“Why are you trying to protect them?” he whispered, his eyes scanning your face.

You laid your head against the wall, “Their lives were taken from them way too soon. Trapped at the same age while the world grows and changes around them. Let them be kids.”

Heeseung pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hitting your lips, “What is the safe word you two agreed on?”

You rolled your eyes, “You're seriously not going to let them be?”

“The code, please,” he growled.

You submitted, “Tap the door once.”

Heeseung released his grip from your waist, lifting away from you, his left arm still above your head, keeping you trapped.

He barely tapped on the door, it opened a second after.

“Oh…Heeseung…” The young one whispered, the embarrassment on her face.

Niki groaned in the background, “He’s going to kill me.”

She looked between Heeseung and you, confusion on her face.

“Both of you go back to bed,” Heeseung barely said above a whisper.

She nodded, carefully closing Niki’s door and walking down the hallway.

Heeseung fully moved away from you, shifting his head in the direction of your room.

You nodded, slowly walking away.

“Y/N,” he whispered to you. You turned and faced him, “All our lives have been taken from us way too soon,” he gripped the towel around his neck, “None of us will get to fully experience life the way we should have.”

You didn’t know what to say, all you knew was he was right.

“We just have to make the best of it,” was all you could say.

Heeseung nodded, “I am not mad about tonight. They will find ways to be together. I’m just a protective big brother I assume.”

You understood where he came from. __ was like a younger sister to you. And after the way she betrayed Niki, you knew Heeseung only was doing the best he could for the younger one.

“Go to bed your highness,” you teased him, slowly walking down the hallway and into your room.

Your heart racing at the full realization of the state Heeseung was in. How you touched his bare skin.

Chills went down your body.

Heeseung smirked at hearing how fast your heart rate went up. He made his way into the bathroom for a nice shower after his long shift.

—

You followed behind the elf as she led you to Heeseung’s office.

She yawned into her hand, saying how busy of a day it’s been already.

You could only nod. You couldn’t help but feel inferior to the other women in the pack. Mostly because Dorian is the reason why most of them were even put in this spot, to begin with, and since you followed behind him…you were part of the problem.

Another doctor came up to her, asking for help on a patient, and she immediately accepted.

“Y/N,” she turned and gave you a big smile, “Doctor Lee’s office is that way,” she pointed down the hall, “It’ll be Doctor Park’s office first and then a few more doors down will be Lee’s.”

You nodded, watching as she walked back in the opposite direction.

With a sigh, you continued down the hall.

You stopped and peeked inside Jay’s office through his door window. His mate sat on his desk with both hands on either side of her.

She was smiling so wide with him as he pressed his forehead against hers, their nose slightly brushing together.

You softly smiled, then continued a few doors down to Heeseung’s office.

Heeseung was typing away at his computer, looking back and forth between some X-ray scans and the computer screen.

You knocked on the door before opening it, Heeseung slightly glanced up at you and then back at the scans.

“What brings you here?” He asks, rolling his chair over to his counter, and placing the scans on the backlit wall, the bones from the X-rays becoming more apparent.

You closed the door behind you, taking a small glance around his office, “Jungwon sent me to get more blood bags.”

Heeseung groaned, “Shit, I forgot.” He typed something quickly on his computer and stood up, “I will go grab the box. Be right back.”

With Heeseung gone, you took the time to look more around his office.

His doctor's license and certificate from graduating sat in one massive frame.

A few drawings that you assumed were given to him from children he had helped.

Multiple different pictures hung on the wall. A bunch were of him and the pack. Only one looks recent. Recent as in before the events with Dorian.

The seven of them looked happy with pure smiles on their faces. It warmed your heart knowing that they were able to smile like that.

One picture caught your attention. It was a painting. Hung in a really old frame. The painting itself you could easily tell was very old. Yellowish tint from its age shown with some paint in areas peeling.

Heeseung was in the painting with what looked like his parents and an older sibling.

The four of them had smiles, but for some reason, it broke your heart.

You wanted to reach out and touch it but quickly pulled your hand back when the office door opened.

“Okay,” Heeseung trailed in with a massive box in his hands, “I was only able to fill up one box. I’ll have to bring the other home later.” Heeseung used his foot to kick the door closed.

He set the box down on the counter, dusting his hands on his black slacks.

“Sorry it took so long, another doctor walked in—,” Heeseung turned and looked at you, his face growing concerned, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You tilt your head to the side, “Hmm?”

Heeseung walked over to you, “You’re crying.”

You quickly touched your fingertips to your face, feeling how wet your face was.

You quickly wiped the tears away, but they kept continuing to fall.

“Hey hey hey,” he said, his hands removing yours from your face and replacing them with his. His soft palms cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears, “Y/N, what happened?”

You couldn’t answer, or couldn’t give him an answer. You still didn’t understand why you were crying in the first place.

Maybe it was the pressure of everything. The events that would unfold once Dorian was found. The fact that none of you could survive after this or everyone would live happily ever after with Dorian gone.

Maybe it was the painting on the wall and the fact that Heeseung was taken from his family. That the man standing in front of you, you were slowly falling for and the thought of him giving up his life for the rest of his pack scared you. Because you knew he would.

“Y/N,” he called for you again, the tears still falling, “Baby, speak to me what’s wrong?”

Heeseung lifted your face to look at him, his faded purple hair falling in his face.

You took a deep breath, “The painting.” You decided to tell some truth. You couldn’t tell him the full reason.

Heeseung glanced at his family's painting, then back at you, a soft giggle left his lips as he smiled, “Baby, you’re crying over a painting that’s older than time?”

You rolled your eyes as he continued laughing, “It’s not funny!”

He wiped the last bit of your tears, “What makes it not funny?”

You just looked at him, trying to get him to read your answer off your face.

“Y/N,” Heeseung sighed, “I am okay,” he cupped your face firmly, “My family is my pack now. I am not alone. If that’s what you’re worried about.��

Heeseung could tell you weren’t telling him the full truth. But what place did he have to force you to tell him? To open up to him? And not open up just because he’s the king, but because you want to.

But all you did was nod at him. Trying to push the rest of the feelings away.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Wait did you call me baby…twice?”

Heeseung giggled, giving a small smirk, “Yeah I guess I did.”

Without a second of hesitation, Heeseung’s lips were attached to yours.

It was just one passionate kiss, and he parted from you.

Heeseung dropped his hands and took a few steps back, “I uhhh…”

You were more in shock than Heeseung was.

As if on cue, the intercom speakers paged for Heeseung to go to the nurses' station.

“Saved by the bell…” He awkwardly chuckled, slowly walking backward and out of his office.

Heeseung quickly closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he stared straight ahead.

What did he just do? Nothing has ever choked Heeseung up like what he just did. He’s a fucking king for crying out loud.

Heeseung patted his face a couple of times, before walking to the nurses station.

—

The house was silent. Heeseung could hear the tectonic plates of the earth moving from how quiet the house was.

He tossed and turned in his bed, the only thing on his mind was you and the way your lips felt against his.

He wanted to go to you. To bring you close to him and hold you tenderly in his arms.

God, he hated the string of fate. He hated to be put in this situation, to begin with. He knew this pull towards you was his fate, but it was a question of when the string would just knot if it even would.

Heeseung couldn’t take it anymore, his mind was driving him insane.

He sat up in bed, ready to bolt out of his room when you opened the door.

Heeseung sat frozen, watching as you slowly closed the door behind you.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you asked.

Heeseung shook his head, sitting up more.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, or the way he held your face and kissed you. It’s been driving your brain wild.

You wanted to know what it would feel like to be completely held by him. To have his lips connect to yours and not stop. To feel his hands on you…

And the look on Heeseung’s face, you knew he was thinking the same thing. He could read you just as easily as you were able to read him right now.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, quickly jumping off his bed.

He was on you within seconds, his body completely pressed to you as your back hit the door.

Heeseung couldn’t put his lips on you fast enough.

Your hands pulled through his hair as his hands roamed your body.

His lips parted from yours only long enough to pull you on top of him on his bed.

You stripped each other of your clothes one by one until it was bare skin against skin.

You gripped his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your waist as you moved against him.

His sweet moans filled your ears, “Fuck…fuck…Y/N, oh fuck me.”

Sex with Heeseung was pure bliss. Even once you both collapsed beside each other after you’ve both finished, it still felt like you were on cloud nine.

You rolled over onto your stomach, propping your head into your hands.

Heeseung followed your movements, lifting himself on his elbows.

He pulled a lock of your hair behind your ear, then slowly traced his thumb over the scar he gave you from his blade.

“I am so sorry for this…” he whispered. Heeseung couldn’t even begin to describe how terrible he felt marking you like this.

You noticed an old mirror on the wall across from his bed, you tilted your head to the side, getting a better look at the scars.

“Don’t worry about it.” You said shrugging it off.

“No, I can’t just not worry about it!” He snapped, “I’ll have our magic girls fix it in the morning.”

“Heeseung,” you said, taking his hands in yours, “It’s fine. You did this out of desperation to protect your family.” You looked deeply into his eyes, seeing the worry in them, “You have a family to protect. You have your title as king to protect. I do not blame you at all for doing what you had to.”

Heeseung looked away from you, tangling his fingers around yours, “It doesn’t excuse the fact that I did it.”

“Stop beating yourself up, okay?”

Heeseung just nodded. It was all he COULD do. He knew you weren’t going to let the girls heal the scar.

Heeseung grabbed the blanket and pulled it over your bodies, “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

You scoffed and softly giggled, “I never thought I’d hear those words, you went from hating me to hating me a lot less.”

Heeseung smiled, “We can call it hating you less.”

You stared at him, your eyes moving over every inch of his face. You would have never thought this sweet, caring man in front of you was the vampire king.

“Will you tell me how you became king?”

Heeseung’s smile faded, “It’s…a long story.”

“We have time. We are undead after all, stuck in eternity.”

Heeseung sighed, “Well, long story short,” he started, “It was just Jay and myself at the time. Before we officially became a pack, we ran with the previous king.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“He was a very…terrible person.” Heeseung’s whole body shook at the memories, “He treated us all like shit. He’s the one who nearly killed Jay and me. Deciding at the last second he wanted more warriors in his rank.” he took a deep breath, steadying his heart race, “It wasn’t until we traveled to Australia and found Jake, that it was the final straw for me.”

You put your hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles around his collarbone with your thumb.

“He didn’t just turn Jake, there was an abundance of people he nearly killed just to add to his army. And all the women he turned he…”

Heeseung didn’t need to finish the sentence for you to understand what he was getting at.

“Anyways, there was a woman I was close with and the king…” Heeseung took another deep breath, “He killed her for disobeying him. I was filled with so much rage, I prepared for weeks on how I would kill him and then I did.”

Heeseung stared at himself in the mirror, remembering the blood that covered his body. The power he inherited once the king’s undead heart stopped beating and was burned by fire.

He remembers seeing his golden eyes for the first time, and how sharper his fangs were.

“After that, I took the king's oath. Had some weapons forged in my honor, and then Jay, Jake, and I fled. We haven’t returned and that was the moment I decided to become a doctor. I wanted to put some good back into the world and show that not all vampires are monsters.”

You met his eyes in the mirror, “That’s why you all drink from bags.”

Heeseung nodded, staring back into your eyes from his mirror.

The way you two were both lying, the way your heartbeats synced and matched.

“It’s like you’re my mirror,” Heeseung finally spoke again.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“It’s like you’re my mirror,” he repeated, “I look at you and I see my reflection…I see us.”

The both of you could feel the string of fate tying tighter around you, but still not knotting.

Heeseung knew something was stopping the knot from completing. But he would wait for eternity if that’s what it took for you to become his mate…his queen.

“I feel it too, you know.” you whispered, “This pull…”

Heeseung shushed you, touching his forehead to yours, “We will figure it out, okay?”

You nodded, trusting your king.

He went to press a kiss to your lips, but his bedroom door flew open.

“Hyung we, OH MY GOD!”

Heeseung quickly covered you completely with the blanket, hiding you underneath.

“Sunghoon!” the king frowned, “Don’t you know what fucking knocking is!”

Sunghoon held his hands up over his face and stared off into a corner on the other side of the room, “Jesus fucking Christ, I didn’t know she was still in here.”

“Still??” you questioned.

“The whole house fucking heard you two!” Sunghoon retorted, “Anyways, Archer just called __, we found where Dorian is.”

—

Heeseung slid two silver daggers to his belt loop attachments and pulled his black trench coat over his body.

Jay laid out a map on the table, circling the area where Archer found him.

“Archer said he saw him entering from that side of the woods,” The dhampir pointed, “Archer said he also had roughly ten other vampires with him.”

Jungwon stared down at the map, eyes wide.

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Niki asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“That’s the place he attacked __ and me that night,” Jungwon’s fist balled tightly, “He’s going back to where it all started.”

Sunoo looks at Jungwon confused, “What need would he have to go back there?!”

“It’s because of the clearing,” you said, everyone’s eyes now on you, “The moonlight hits it directly, and on a full moon which is right now…”

“Our powers are amplified.” Jake sighed.

“Exactly,” you continued, “And since he has spells and other magic items to amplify it even more…”

“He’d be unstoppable.” Sunghoon groaned, “That’s fucking perfect.”

“It’s also a trap,” the dhampir chimed in, “We are the strongest pack in the world, mostly because of the fact we have the fucking vampire king, but we have multiple different races of creatures with different abilities.”

“Dorian knew we would narrow it down,” Heeseung said through his teeth, “He’s going to lure us there and use every bit of magic and item he has in his deck of cards to kill us all and inherit our power.”

“He still doesn’t know you’re the king, right?” Jay asked.

Heeseung shook his head, “No. We never told a soul after I killed the previous king. I took the oath and the ones who stand under the oath can’t say a word.”

You started to get worried because if things went south, Dorian would be hitting two birds with one stone. This pack and the king.

Jungwon gritted his teeth, “Who gives a shit what he has up his sleeves, we have what he doesn’t: a family. Finish preparing everything and we leave ASAP.”

Heeseung agreed, “The humans are staying here, are we all in agreement?”

Jungwon and Jay’s mates disagreed, but the men agreed.

Jay held his mate against him, his hands cupping her face, “I can’t lose you, you’re staying here.”

Jungwon held his mate tight against him, “I’ll return to you, I promise.”

Everyone finished the preparations and started to head out.

Heeseung took your hand in his, “Ready to kill that son of a bitch?”

You squeezed his hand, “More than ready.”

—

Dorian’s laughter filled the clearing as he sensed the pack coming closer.

Jungwon made his presence known first.

“Dorian.”

“Ah! Won! We meet here again.”

Jungwon walked off towards the side of the clearing, “Yeah shit crazy. A full circle.”

“Where is your pack? Hmm?” Dorian looked around the woods, “I know they are here.”

Jungwon chuckled, “They are doing the same thing your goof nuts are doing, scouting.”

Dorian raised a brow, “Goof nuts? Really Won?”

Jungwon shrugged, “We aren’t stupid like you thought we would be. Flying into here blind.”

Dorian laughed once again, “Except you did come in blind.”

Jungwon furrowed his brows, watching as Dorian snapped his fingers.

A rush of vampires came down from the trees. Jungwon counted more than twenty.

“Damnit!” growled, “He had more than Archer thought.”

Jungwon steadied himself, trusting the process.

Before the vampires could even touch Jungwon, the other members circled him, their weapons drawn.

Dorian’s vampires jumped back, hissing at the pack.

You jumped in front of Jungwon, staring directly at Dorian, your blades held up.

“Now my vamps,” Dorian softly spoke, “You got startled by eight full-blooded vampires, a dhampir, witch, and elf? That’s…”

Dorian’s eyes wandered between you all.

You smirked, “What’s wrong, Dorian?”

He stared back with the most pissed-off look, “Where is the oldest?”

“Right here.”

Dorian quickly turned around right in time for Heeseung swinging his blade, Dorian backed up and Heeseung barely cut him across his chest.

Dorian’s hands flew to his chest as smoke raised from his chest, “God damn your blades.” He hissed.

Heeseung twirled the blades between his fingers, “Let’s end this game of yours, shall we? It’s been going on way too long.”

“Oh it has, and it’ll end with your bodies burning!”

“GO NOW!” Jungwon screamed, initiating the pack to fight.

One by one, the pack took down Dorian’s vampires.

The witch and elf set their hands in a blaze to burn their bodies.

But the fight with Dorian wasn’t over.

Heeseung hasn’t fought like this since he killed the previous king.

Dorian was also on another level than the king. Dorian had spells that he was throwing at Heeseung. Items that were helping boost the spells.

He also was moving too quickly, making it harder for Heeseung to get any major damage done.

Sunghoon and Jake jumped the last of Dorian’s vampires, tearing their bodies to pieces.

“Hex girl!” Sunghoon called his mate.

She responded with flames to burn the body.

You looked over at Heeseung and Dorian, seeing the struggle.

“Guys!” You called to the pack, “Get Dorian!”

Everyone rushed him.

Every single one of them had some sort of revenge to get towards him.

Dorian has threatened the lives of their mates and their family. They weren’t going to let him get away.

Each member took turns attacking, Heeseung following up every single time.

You saw an opening behind Dorian and jumped on his back.

“You fucking traitor!” Dorian yelled, desperately clawing at your arms and dodging the members.

You fought against his arms to angle your blades at him, “Me? The traitor?! You left me for dead! I worshiped the ground you walked on and stood by your side for hundreds of years!”

Dorian wore a shit-eating grin, “I’m going to fucking kill you all.

Heeseung’s eyes widened, “EVERYONE GET BACK!”

Dorian released a burst of energy from his body, catching everyone in the blast in some way.

Heeseung’s arms burned from the blast. He gritted his teeth, only for his face to fall.

Dorian held you by your neck, one of your blades shoved into your stomach as your skin also burned from the impact of the blast.

Heeseung’s breathing became uneven, rage filling him.

Dorian glances over, “Oh my,” he chuckled, “You’re in love with this traitor here?”

Heeseung gripped his blades.

“Hyung!” Jungwon called for him.

But Heeseung toned him out. The only thing he could see was you.

You slowly clawed at Dorian’s hands, getting lightheaded from the blood you were losing

Heeseung started to build up his power, causing his brothers to yell at him even more.

“Heeseung!!” Jay screamed, “Don’t do it!”

“Heeseung!!” Jake joined.

One by one each of his pack members yelled for him.

Heeseung drew in the power he inherited from killing the previous king.

Heeseung’s fangs came to a point, and his eyes shifted.

Dorian’s eyes widened as he dropped you to the ground.

“Oh, this is fantastic!” Dorian wore an evil smile, “This whole time I was hunting for where the king could be hiding, just for him to have been in front of me all along!”

“__, __,” Heeseung called to the witch and elf, “Get Y/N.”

Dorian paid no attention to the girls picking you up from the ground and dragging you back to the others.

Jay kneeled beside you, slightly pulling at the blade stuck in your stomach.

You let out a small groan of pain, you started kicking and swinging your arms, and Jay stopped moving the blade. Niki and __ holding your arms and legs down.

“Fuck!” He cursed, his focus going back to Heeseung.

“Jay!” The witch snapped her fingers at him, “Hey! Focus on Y/N.”

Jay narrowed his eyes between the witch and you, “You want me to choose between my brother and someone who ain’t even in my pack?!”

Jake touched Jay’s shoulder, “They are bonded, I can feel it. The string just isn’t knotted.”

“I can feel it too,” Niki said, “It’s faint but it’s there.”

“Don’t you fucking let her die!” Heeseung cried out, slowly standing back up to his feet, his knuckles white from gripping his blades.

“Jay, __ and myself will provide the numbing magic so you can pull the blade out,” The witch said.

He nodded, the girls hovering over you as Jay slowly attempted to remove the blade.

You turned your head to Heeseung, your vision blurring.

“Why don’t you just die already, ya?” Dorian asked, “Give me the power that I deserve.”

Heeseung held his blades at eye level, “Only thing you deserve is to rot in fucking hell.”

Dorian cracked his knuckles and ran full force at Heeseung.

Heeseung pushed forward, pushing his speed past its normal limits.

He swung the blade, cutting Dorian’s right hand off.

“Damnit!” Dorian screamed and pushed forward again.

Heeseung dodged him, sliding across the grass and slicing his Achilles heels.

Dorian went down to one knee. His fangs made an appearance as he held his only hand over where the other would be missing.

Sunoo and Jake appeared on both sides of Dorian, grabbing his arms as the dhampir pulled his head back by his hair.

Jungwon and Sunghoon stood beside Heeseung.

All their eyes glowed bright crimson and golden.

Dorian laughed, “You think killing me will be the end? That the rest of my followers won’t come after you now that you’ve shown who you truly are?”

You regained your consciousness, feeling the pain from the blade that was now missing.

Jay held pressure to your stomach, as the witch and elf used their healing magic.

“It’s working,” the elf said, “She’s awake again.”

Jay slowly lifted his hands, seeing your wound closing up.

Jay relaxed, looking back over at his brothers.

You rolled your head over to Heeseung, seeing how they surrounded Dorian.

“I don’t give a shit who knows who I am.” Heeseung hisses, placing both blades against Dorian’s neck, “I am the fucking vampire king in the strongest pack in the world, no one will dare cross me.”

Dorian regained his shit-eating grin, “I’ll see you in hell, vampire king.”

Sunoo and Jake wasted no more time, tearing his arms from his body.

Jungwon and Sunghoon went for his legs, breaking them apart.

The dhampir held her grip tightly on Dorian’s hair as he screamed in agony.

Heeseung, with all his force, pushed his blades through Dorian’s neck, cutting it clean off his body. His blood splattered all over Heeseung’s face and clothes.

“Babe!” Sunghoon called for his witch, her rushing to his side, her hands bursting into flames and setting Dorian’s body on fire.

The sun finally rose, and the clearing became quiet except for the sounds of the fire.

You were able to fully sit up, with the help of Jay and the elf.

Heeseung hung his head low, slowly placing his blades back into his belt.

It was over. It was finally over.

“Heeseung!” You called out to him.

He loved the way you’d say his name.

He quickly rushed to your side, helping you stand up.

“Are you okay? Baby?” Heeseung cupped your face, searching for any more wounds.

“Hee, I am fine.” You said placing your hands over his, “It’s all over.”

Tears filled your eyes, and the same did with Heeseung’s. He killed the man who had hunted and hurt his family.

Heeseung pulled you into a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around you.

The string of fate finally completed its knot.

“It’s because of Dorian,” the young vampire girl said, “He had this hold on them, it was complicating the bond.”

The witch agreed, “Heeseung and Y/N, probably couldn’t fully let themselves have someone until their duties were done.”

Sunghoon raised his brows, “Do you feel that?”

The members at that moment felt it.

Heeseung released his lips from yours, turning to look at his pack.

You also turned to look and the site surprised you.

They all were kneeling, heads hung low but in an honoring way. Even the witch and the elf copied the men.

“What’s going on?” You asked, looking back up at Heeseung.

He took your chin between his fingers, “You’re my mate now, but it’s not just that. You’re now a queen.”

You looked back out at your new family, feeling the bonds everyone shared. The respect they now held for you, and it wasn’t just because of Heeseung or that you’re bonded to them now.

“Okay you idiots, stand up. Jeez, nothing has changed.” Heeseung teased, running over to his brothers, all seven of them huddling together.

The happiness Heeseung was feeling was indescribable.

He could finally truly be who he wanted, not just as himself, but as a doctor and even a king.

Heeseung had a family. He had you.

And that’s all that mattered in the end.

“Let’s go home now.” Heeseung said, “We no longer have to live in complete hiding.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around you as you all walked together home.

the end ♡

a/n: thank you so much to every single one of you who has inspired me to continue writing this series and who have stuck around since the beginning of this series. I am forever grateful to everyone who has read, liked and reblogged. I hope everyone looks forward to the imagines I have planned for the future. This series is dedicated to you all! <3

#heeseunggie #lee heeseung #heeseung #reader x heeseung #heeseung x reader #reader x enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #strangers to lovers #enemies to lovers #vampiresbleeding #yeonzzzn writing

614 notes · View notes

verperina · 4 months

Text

It Was Just For One Night

Pairing: Dorian Havilliard x f!reader

Summary: What was only supposed to be a one-time thing turns into a two-time thing.

Warnings: 18+ smut

Word Count: 5,662

Authors Note: This is my first time writing in a while and my first time writing for Throne of Glass/SJM’s work. I’ve never published anything on here before, so please don’t be too harsh. I hate the dialogue and the smut, but oh well. Massive credit to @autumnshighlady for helping me with the smut and for being so kind.

You feel the faint touch of a phantom hand ghost along the skin of your bare back, leaving goosebumps. You suppress a shudder. You could feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of your face, making your heart beat faster. You raised the glass of red wine to your lips and swallowed a mouthful down, trying to appear calm with your father standing beside you, conversing with another lord. They were talking about something that you had no interest in or care enough to act like you were listening to them.

His eyes were on you. Watching you. Always watching you. You finally let your eyes meet the king’s gaze and they were filled with pure hunger and desire. His sapphire eyes slowly trailed the entire length of your body, taking in the dark navy satin dress that had been gifted to you this morning. You weren’t even aware who had gifted you the dress, but it was obvious now. From the way his lips twitched and the hunger in his eyes became more and more apparent.

It had only been a month since you and Dorian had slept together. A drunken fueled haze that had been filled with pure carnal desire. It was a one-time thing. You knew it would never happen again, but it didn’t mean that you would if it did. He had been a very generous and a very passionate lover. Making sure that you had found release, multiple times, before finding his own. When he finished, he asked if you were okay, dressed himself and left your chambers and that was it. You weren’t expecting anything after. It would be foolish to think so.

You were surprised that the king had chosen you of all people to bed. You had heard that when Dorian was still the prince he was a harlot, so surely it wouldn’t be hard for him to find someone more appealing since he’s the King of Adarlan.

After that night there were times when both of you would be in the same room and you would make yourself never look in his direction, or he would talk to your father about diplomatic matters and rather quickly, you would excuse yourself. You didn’t want anyone to find out. You could only imagine the scandal it would cause.

An older man was talking to Dorian, and the king nodded his head, pretending that he was listening. His crown gleaming in the light, rings decorating his long fingers, dressed exquistely, and seated on his throne full of pride. He was beautiful and he knew it too.

You forced yourself to divert your gaze, focusing instead on the people dancing to the music and the decorations that adorned the room for the Yulemas ball. But you felt it again. That phantom touch. And this time, it wasn’t faint. It felt more apparent. More forceful.

The touch stroked the length of your spine before landing on the curve of your backside, trailing downwards until it reached the back of your thigh, and gave a soft squeeze. You purse your lips as your hand clenches the stem of the wine glass, face warming, and you quickly glance at your father and the other lord, making sure they weren’t paying attention to what was happening, before looking back toward Dorian to see his eyes were still on you. He wasn’t even trying to hide the smug look on his face.

Arrogant prick. You couldn’t believe he was choosing to do this in a room full of people. Especially with your father right next to you. You shot a subtle look at Dorian, but it only seemed to amuse him. He cocked his head to the side, a mocking gesture, daring you to do something. The tension was starting to become too much.

You swallowed.

“I’m going out to the garden for some air,” you said quietly to your father. He waved his hand in dismissal and continued his conversation with the man. You placed your glass down on the nearest table and began weaving your way through the crowds of people, careful to not get anyone’s wine on your dress. You could feel Dorian’s gaze burning through the back of your head, following your every movement.

When you walked outside you inhaled the air, welcoming it into your lungs and letting the cold breeze cool your flushed body. Everything had felt too warm and crowded inside that room. Too overwhelming.

Snow fell from the sky, landing on the ground and kissing it a beautiful white. A few snowflakes landed in your hair. The wind was lightly blowing, making your skin prickle. You pulled a single rose from a bush, careful to not cut your fingers on any of the thorns. The rose was a deep, luscious shade of red with soft petals. You lifted the flower to your nose and inhaled its sweet and floral scent. There was a soft crunch in the snow behind you. Footsteps. You didn’t have to turn around to know who they belonged to.

“That is a very beautiful dress,” Dorian said, his voice smooth. You turned your head to the side and met his gaze. Pure mirth in his stare. His raven black hair shining in the moonlight. “You look rather flustered.”

You kept your face blank, feeling a small hint of annoyance starting to bubble up inside of you. “Are you mad?”

Dorian quirked an eyebrow. “No, ‘Your Majesty’?”

A roll your eyes. “Are you mad, Your Majesty?”

He grinned. “Ask me tomorrow.”

"My father was right there,” you huffed. “He could have seen. Anyone could have seen.”

“Yes, but no one did.”

“I’m not an exhibsionist.”

“I apologize, my lady.” He gave a mocking bow.

“Is this a game to you?” You ask, turning to face him fully.

His brows slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You had your fun. We both did,” you explained. “It was a one-time thing, so why did you give me this dress and why did you do that in there?”

He was quiet for a moment, studying you, and then asked, “What if I want it to become a two-time thing?”

“Why? What’s in it for you?” You say cautiously. Surely he wasn’t serious.

“I get to enjoy your presence once more,” he answered. “I rather enjoyed myself the last time.”

You try to hide your surprise, but he caught it. You kept your eyes on him, furrowing your eyebrows, and wondered why he wanted to sleep together again, with you, when he could have anyone else. You weren’t completely turned-off to the idea. It would be a lie to say that you hadn’t thought about it.

In the dead of night, you would let your fingers slip inside your wet cunt and fantasize about his hands wrapping around your throat, his teeth tugging on your nipple, and his cock thrusting inside of you. The sound of his groans and your moans, both of your bodies slick with sweat. You felt a flutter low in your stomach. Your throat bobbed.

“We could enjoy each other’s company once more.”

“What if someone finds out?” You cross your arms across your chest. “It would make things difficult for you, but mainly for me.”

“The guards wouldn’t say anything,” he reassured.

You raised an eyebrow. “Surely the presence of your absence has been noted.”

“I announced that I was retiring for the night and told everyone to continue partying.”

“What if someone sees?”

“Everyone is too busy drinking and dancing,” he paused for a moment, looking you up and down, noticing that your body was stiff. He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Do you not want to? If not, then it’s fine, I don’t mean to place pressure on you.”

You could tell that Dorian’s words were genuine. His face was soft and patient, waiting for you to respond. “I want to,” I admitted. His eyes became bright at your words. “I just don’t want to complicate things.” He waited for you to continue. “You’re the King of Adarlan; I don’t think people would be pleased to know that you’ve bedded me. I would probably be seen as a woman who tempted the king for money and power, as a whore.”

“It's no one's business what I do, or what you do. I am the king. My guards know to keep their mouths shut, especially the ones that are stationed outside my chambers. If anyone does find out, you can come to me and I’ll deal with it.”

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options, and glanced around the garden to see that it was still empty. You met his gaze once more and nodded. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. His voice came out low, taking a step closer to you.

“Yes.” You licked your lips, and his eyes trailed the movement. You took a step forward, glancing at his lips, tilting your head upwards and parting your lips slightly, giving him permission to kiss you. His hand came to cup your face, his thumb lightly stroking the side of your cheek while his other hand settled on your hip, giving it a hard squeeze.

Your bodies were pressed against each other, and it was then that you could feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers. You leaned your head forward, feeling his breathe as your lips were about to connect-

You jerked back as you let out a low hiss of pain as one of the thorns sliced into the tip of your index finger. A bead of blood pooled at the cut, making your skin sting. Dorian plucked the flower from your hand and brought your finger close to his face, his eyes inspecting the small cut and then he looked at you, a sly look on his face.

“You need to be more careful, dove.” He brought your finger to his lips, pressing light kisses onto the skin slowly, as if savoring the taste of the salt on your skin mixed with your blood. His tongue replaced his lips, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your breath hitched and you could feel wetness start to pool in between your thighs. His teeth harshly nipped at the skin, making a small noise escape your throat. “Dorian,” you moaned quietly. “Please.” Your toes curled. He tossed the rose on the ground, releasing your finger, and brought your lips to his.

His lips were cold but soft, and you ran my hands through his thick hair, your nails lightly scraping his scalp. You swallowed the groan that left his mouth. His hands are roughly squeezing your backside, pushing you closer to him. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth as you pressed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the aching tension.

“Not here,” you breathed.

He nodded and grabbed your hand, walking both of you out of the garden and through a door that had no one near it, and led the two of you back inside the castle. You had to walk fast to keep up with the strides of his long legs. The halls that he led you through were thankfully empty, not even guards were positioned in the hallway, it looked like any rarely came through this way. He squeezed your hand and brushed his thumb across your knuckles.

The hall to where his chambers came into view and the guards stationed outside didn’t so much as flinch as Dorian neared the door. They only gave a respectful bow to their king, averting their eyes, and pretended to not notice that his hand was interlaced with yours, or that his lips were swollen, and the tanned skin of his cheeks were flushed.

He pushed open the door and led you through his room, quickly closing the door. You stopped in the middle of the room and noticed it was rather untidy; books were open and lying on his desk and the table by the sofa, his bed was unmade, and a few of his clothes were on the floor. But it smelled like him. So much like Dorian.

Your back was facing Dorian, his footsteps sounding closer, the sound of his crown being placed gently on a table, and then he was right behind you. His front pressed against your back, the warmth of his body seeping into you. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing your chin, making you meet his gaze, sapphire eyes were blazing. His forehead rested against yours. “I need to hear you say it.”

Your breathing was growing heavier.

“Yes. Please.”

His hand released your chin, moving your head back to its original position and his free hand came to rest on your hip. His hand then wrapped around your throat, squeezing softly, and tilted your head back. Dorian’s lips were brushing the shell of your ear before his teeth tugged on the lobe of your ear, biting gently.

The hand on your waist moved until it was settled right above your pelvis, pushing you back so you could feel his cock. You slightly shifted your hips, grinding your ass on his hardened length, and you were pleased when a low groan left him.

He left a trail of rough kisses down the column of your throat, teeth occasionally nipping and harshly sucking on the flesh, marking you as his. Quiet moans escaping your lips as you let your body lean more into him.

The thin strap of your dress fell down your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. Phantom hands came to cup your breasts through the flimsy material of your dress, squeezing before pinching your peaked nipples, hard.

A hiss left you, arching your back away from his body, but his hand pushed you back against him and held you tightly, and grabbed your face again, placing his lips on yours. The tip of your tongue meeting his own. Heat bloomed in your core. He bit your bottom lip as he removed the dress from your body and let it fall to the floor. You turned around, arms snaking around his neck and pulling at the thick strand of his hair.

Both of his hands grabbed yours as he pulled his lips away from yours, breathing heavily, and guiding you toward his large bed. His cheeks were a flushed red and his once neat hair was messy from you dragging your fingers through it.

You climbed onto the bed and sat up on your knees, grabbing the lapels of his jacket and kissed him again. His hand came to cup the side of your ass, his blunt fingernails lightly scratching before a harsh smack came down, the sound echoing throughout the room.

Your body jolted forward and you let out a loud, breathy moan. You felt yourself becoming more aroused.

“You like how that feels?” Dorian asked. Another harsh smack came down, on the opposite side this time, when you didn’t answer. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you groaned, head tipping back in pleasure.

“I’m going to take good care of you.” The words sounded like a promise.

You tugged off his jacket and let it drop to the floor. You took off his tunic next, revealing the pale line on his tan skin from where the collar had been, and strong, firm muscle. Your hand came to cup his cock through his black trousers. Dorian hissed, eyebrows slightly creasing together in pleasure. You press light kisses on the pale part of his neck, sucking harshly, leaving love bites of your own and running your tongue over the bruised flesh.

He grabbed you by the neck, putting his lips back on yours. His kiss was deliberately slow. Teasing. Savoring the taste of the red wine on your lips. His fingers are pulling at the hair at the nape of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel the hardness of his length against your stomach. Fingertips pressing into the curve of your neck as his tongue sweeps over your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, feeling his phantom hands squeezing your ass, tracing the band of your underwear. His fingertips brush over your nipples. They’re cold with his ice magic. You shiver and his mouth curves in delight. The tip of Dorian’s nail grazes the hardened bud before he bends down and takes your nipple in his mouth. Your underwear is sticky with your arousal.

He keeps his eyes on you, watching how your head tips back, how your lips part as you begin moaning breathily. He rolls your other nipple between his thumb and index finger, leaving goosebumps on your skin from the coldness of his flesh. He sucks roughly, moaning around the bud as you pull at his hair, and then he tugs at your nipple with his teeth. His tongue laps over it before he begins sucking again.

“Feels so good,” you mumble, trying to catch your breath. You can feel him grin in satisfaction.

Dorian releases the abused flesh and he starts repeating the same motions on the other nipple, but this time it’s harsher, more animalistic. His hand starts trailing down your stomach and then cups your clothed cunt. A chuckle leaves his lips at what he found. “You’re so wet.”

He dips his hand in your underwear and runs a finger through your folds. You start to slowly move your hips, rubbing your clit on the heel of his palm to relieve the aching tension. “Stay still,” he warns, “or I’ll stop.” You groan in frustration, but comply, hesitantly. He circles the entrance to your hole, gathering the wetness that had pooled there, and then slips a finger inside of you.

Your back arches the same time as you let out a choked moan. You clench around him, fighting the urge to rub your clit against his palm. Painfully slow, in a teasing manner, he thrusts his finger in and out. He takes his time in stretching you out. Your voice is husky as you say, “Kiss me.” You open your eyes to see that he’s already looking at you. Pure desire in his gaze.

“Kiss me,” you repeat again. He obliges. There’s nothing gentle or soft about the kiss. It’s messy and fast and rough. Your teeth are clashing against each other, desperate to taste each other. Your breaths are labored, trying to breathe in more air.

He enters a second finger and when you gasp, he shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You dig your nails into the meat of his shoulders before brushing your thumbs over his nipples.

“Since that night I’ve thought of doing this again,” Dorian admitted. “I fucked myself to the thought of you. Imagining it was you stroking my cock.”

His words made you clench around his fingers. You could picture it. His eyes closed, head leaning back against the pillows, and his hand gripping his cock, squeezing hard. His groans coming out hoarsely, loudly. There was a sense of triumph in knowing that you had made the King of Adarlan fantasize about you. It was satisfying.

“So have I,” you also admitted.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

You swallowed. “I shoved my fingers inside my cunt and wished that it was yours instead. I thought of your tongue on my cunt, of your hand around my throat and your cock inside me.”

Dorian’s fingers thrust faster the same time phantom hands tug at your nipples, a warm feeling blooming low in your stomach. Your moans were coming out in short gasps. “Dorian.” Your fingernails leave marks on his broad shoulders and your head tips back. “I’m so close.” The pressure that had been building was becoming more intense. He whispers words of encouragement and praise.

And with a curl of his fingers you cry out, arching your body into him as your orgasm hits you. Your breath comes out in stutters, your body jerking and your knees trembling. His phantom hands help keep you upright. He coaxes you through it. And when your moans cease, he very slowly removes his fingers from your cunt with a squelching sound.

He brings them to his face, inspecting the wet sheen on them. Dorian smiles. “Look at how soaked you are.” Your arousal coats his entire hand, dripping down to his wrist. And while he keeps his eyes locked on yours, he puts his digits into his mouth and tastes your juices. Your breath hitches. His sapphire eyes darken considerably.

The palm of his hand rests on your collarbone and he gently pushes you until your back is lying on the bed. He reaches forward and rips off the lacy material of your underwear. After tossing them across the room he takes a step back and greedily takes in the sight of you; a thin sheen of sweat is covering your body, your nipples are red and swollen from where he sucked and bit on them, and your cunt is dripping wet.

“I need you,” your voice snaps Dorian out of his daze.

He starts to undo the button of trousers and pushes them down, removing his undershorts also. He steps out of them quickly and tosses them aside, and his cock slaps against his abdomen hard. You take in the sight; the fine patch of dark hair, the tip of his cock is red and leaking with his arousal.

You lick your lips, desperate to have his cock in your mouth. The previous time you fucked each other, you only briefly got to lick him, and you had forgotten what he’d tasted like.

He wraps a hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. He hisses. “You see what you do to me?”

Dorian walks forward, kneels on the bed and uses his phantom hands to restrain your wrists to the mattress. He lowers himself between your legs and an almost pained look crosses his features as he stares at your core, wet and gleaming for him.

It was a slow torture, him slowly kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at skin and leaving love bites. His thumbs draw circles into your hips, and you keep squirming, wanting his tongue on your most sensitive part, but he seemed keen on the idea to tease you.

“Dorian,” you rasped. He would continue teasing until you begged for it. It’s what he wanted. You held his gaze and watched as he waited, a grin was on his face, but you could see his body trembling with restraint to keep himself from ravishing you. “Please.”

He cocks his head to the side, mockingly, and his grin is feline. “Because you asked nicely. . .”

Dorian took a long, languid lick up the center of your core. You let out a moan in relief and your eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the feeling of his tongue sliding up and down you, tasting you thoroughly. He peppers kisses along your cunt before he starts licking again.

One of his hands comes up to pinch your nipple and you buck your hips against his face, but he throws an arm across your waist to keep you still. He wraps his lips directly around your clit and you cry out as he starts sucking the sensitive nub. You struggle against the phantom hands that bound your wrists. You want to run your fingers through his hair grind against his face.

Grabbing your thighs, Dorian drapes them over his shoulders to hold you closer and keeps his eyes pinned to your face. He wanted to watch you come on his tongue. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling ever so slightly.

“Right there,” you gasp.

You watch as he presses his hips hard against the mattress and begins rutting against it, a soft groan leaving him and it vibrates through your core.

You try to free your hands from his magic, but it doesn’t budge. “Let me touch you.” You look at him with pleading eyes. “Please, let me touch you.” Finally, those phantom hands release their grip on you.

Your body writhes and your fingers rake through his black hair to push him closer, nails scratching along his scalp. Your cries of pleasure encourage him to keep going. His teeth scraping your clit is what makes you climax. His fingers quicken their pace, tongue moving faster, letting you ride out your high.

It leaves you trembling with needing more, but Dorian removes his tongue and fingers from you and leans back on his knees. His eyes linger on your abused cunt before he looks at you and you stare at him, too. Blue eyes full of adoration. His hair was in disarray, cheeks a pretty shade of pink, and his chin and lips were coated with your arousal but he didn’t seem to care.

He looked devastating.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he grabbed you by the hips and turned you around so you were on your knees, ass in the air, and the side of your face was pressed against the sheets. His hand left a hard smack across your ass cheek making a yelp escape your lips. Dorian’s hands once again grab your hips to bring you close to his face, and his fingers tease your entrance, and you arch your back, urging him to bring you another orgasm again.

He laughed teasingly. “So eager, dove.”

He sticks his tongue inside of your cunt and your entire body shudders. He moans, as if this is pleasuring him just as much as it is you. The taste of you was going to haunt him after this was over. The essence of you would haunt him.

He presses his fingers inside your leaking hole and the pace is fast, desperate to draw a third orgasm from you. Dorian wanted you to come again, and again, and again. He needed you to come again.

Another harsh slap to your ass has you moaning out his name. Your hands clutch the sheets tightly and you rock your hips against his face, and unlike last time, he doesn’t try to make you stay still. He lets you grind yourself on his face and makes his phantom hands rock your hips to move them faster. The tips of his fingers would leave bruises from how hard their grip was.

Lewd noises were coming out of his mouth and your face warmed from the sounds.

Your body trembles as he flicks his tongue against your clit repeatedly and you feel yourself come again. A loud cry echoing against the walls of his room. He hums against your cunt, letting the vibrations further stimulate you. It isn’t until your whimpering that he finally relents. You’re panting, strands of hair clinging to your forehead, and your knees give out beneath you.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Dorian praised. He presses a kiss against your spine. And then another. His hand rubbing your red backside from the slaps he gave. His ice magic soothing the tender skin.

“Dorian,” you mumble.

“Are you okay?” He asks, running a strong hand down the length of your spine gently. Your skin prickles.

You manage a weak nod.

“Use your words.”

“Yes,” you murmur. Your eyelids were heavy and the perspiration felt sticky on the nape of your neck.

He helps turn you around so you’re laying on your back. You drink in the sight of him and he does the same. Dorian’s lips were shining with your arousal and his cock looked painfully hard. You wanted to kiss him. You reached out a trembling hand, and he eyed it before taking hold of it and leaning over you, bracing his body weight on his elbows. His nose brushes yours softly.

“Kiss me,” you breathe. He brought his mouth to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You were both frantic and desperate, and didn’t want to pull your mouths apart from each other.

You cup his face, rubbing your thumb along the sharp cheekbone as your other hand played with the strands of his hair. His body was trembling and whatever self-control he had left was slipping away.

You reach a hand down, gripping his length and give it a lazy stroke. He makes a soft noise at the touch, slowly moving his hips as you start pressing kisses onto his collarbones. His forehead resting on top of yours, eyes closed and savoring the moment. You run your thumb over the slit, gathering moisture before giving a gentle squeeze that makes a low growl leave Dorian. That last bit of self-control was completely gone.

He takes his cock and lines the head of it up with your cunt and in one motion, he fully sheaths himself inside of you. A sigh of contentment leaves the pair of you. His pace starts off slow, languid. Your hips roll against his, trying to find a rhythm that matches. His hands roam over the sides of your body before landing on your plush hips. Fingertips digging into your flesh.

“Tell me how you feel.” He licked the side of your throat.

“Good,” you pant. “So good.”

“You like me being inside you?” His tone was teasing, mocking, but you could hear how gravelly he sounded.

“Yes.”

He presses kisses to your lips, your neck, your collarbones, the swell of your breasts. Tongue flicking over both nipples. Your legs lock around his trim waist, bringing him closer to you and you clench tightly around him, and his hips jerk, drawing two mirrored moans of pleasure from you both. Your head tips back in bliss and your entire body is buzzing from pleasure.

Dorian’s eyes were a shade of blue so dark they looked like the freezing cold waters of the sea. He moans out your name like a prayer and dips down to kiss you again, as if one isn’t enough. Your hands run up and down his chest, the tip of your nail scraping his nipple. His thrusts were becoming rougher, deeper, more punishing than before. Your breasts bouncing with every snap of his hips.

One of his phantom hands started rubbing your clit and a low pressure was beginning to bloom in your belly, making a breathy gasp leave you. The walls of your cunt start contracting. Hot, heavy, open-mouthed kisses leave a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. It was messy. Both of you were moaning into each other’s mouth. Both of you sounded so needy.

Dorian buried his face into the crook of your neck. A cry left your lips as his teeth bit down on your skin. His thrusts were brutal, each one bringing you closer to the edge, hips snapping into yours hard enough that the headboard was banging against the wall. He obviously didn’t care if someone heard. And neither did you. The fingers on your clit were moving faster and your body was shaking. “Please, please, please. . .”

That familiar coil settled in your lower abdomen snaps. Your back arching off the bed as you come, the walls of your cunt clenching around him rhythmically, and you bury your forehead into the crook of his neck. Nails leaving red marks on his shoulders and down his back, and toes curling from the overstimulation.

Dorian fucks you through it, and his groans are growing louder and his thrusts harsher; he was going to come. He breathes out a desperate, pleading noise, leaning down until his forehead is pressed against yours. He fucks into you harder. The sound of skin-on-skin reverberating through the room. You give him words of encouragement, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

He comes with a deep, guttural groan. His hips stuttering. And you feel his seed spill into you as he rides out his high, fingertips gripping your hips so tight bruises would probably appear. His thrusts start to slow down before eventually stopping, and he pauses for a moment, panting heavily, before collapsing on top of you, unable to hold himself up any longer.

You brush back the damp strands of hair that cling to his forehead. Both of your bodies are shaking and slick with sweat. His breath tickles your skin.

There were no noises in the room anymore save for the sounds of both of you gasping for air, but it didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. Dorian’s fingers loosened their tight grip on your hips and rubbed the flesh tenderly. A sigh of contentment left you. A passionate and generous lover indeed.

You could feel him start to grow restless. You unlocked your legs from around his waist and he gently pulled out from you with an almost inaudible hiss, and rolled onto his back right beside you, trying to catch his breath. The air in the room grew cold, his magic cooling the both of you off.

Your limbs felt heavy and you could feel his seed spilling out from you. You closed your eyes for a moment, still feeling the tingling sensation all over your body. Deep down you knew that no one would ever fuck you as good as Dorian just had. You didn’t know if this would happen again or if people would find out that you had fucked their king.

A small part of you inside felt sad knowing that you would be staying at the castle for only one more month before leaving to go back to your city. But you knew it was just sex. You didn’t expect anything more. It would be foolish to.

You could feel Dorian’s eyes burning into the side of your head, his lips parting, “Perhaps we should do this again.” The words were spoken nonchalantly, but you picked up on the tinge of nervousness. “Make it a three-time thing.”

You lifted a shoulder in a casual shrug, making yourself appear calm, and felt a grin tugging at your lips. “Maybe.”

#dorian havilliard #dorian havilliard x reader #dorian havilliard x you #throne of glass #sarah j maas #sjmaas #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass fic #throne of glass fandom #tog #crown of midnight #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #kingdom of ash #sjm fandom #maasverse #dorian havilliard smut

274 notes · View notes