#sorry i'm a softie i couldn't envision him being mean in this moment 🤧

[thetypingpup]

I beg of you, after your last bit about vampire Wooyoung I'm in a bloodsucker mood. Vampire Wonwoo? Cold, moody, not very social. But warms up enough around you to be so mean and aggressive with you

(gonna soften mean and aggressive a bit if that's alright)

“Come to me…”

Your feet move automatically as he beckons you in from the balcony. From your vantage point, you can look out from the highest tower of his castle, one of many places he lets no one enter, no one except for you. The scarlet sky looms overhead, the red hue brightened by silver starlight. You see his silhouette, created by flickering candlelight and projected onto translucent curtains. This realm is so overwhelmingly frigid, even the candle flames glow with silver light. You pass through the barrier of satin and towards him, a smile lifting your lips the more he comes into view.

As soon as you’re within reach his fingers wrap around your wrist, slowly, before his hand closes around it and tugs you towards him. You stumble right onto the bed beside you and you shiver, both at the breeze, and the lack of warmth you feel emanating off of him.

Wonwoo has always been a creature of few words, but his actions say more than enough. His lips and his hands tell you all of the things words fail to. The way his lips trail down your neck and trace your pulse point portrays the ravenous hunger building within him. He admires how you look in this dress with his hands, roving touches along your sides and indulgent squeezes where you’re most sensitive. He chuckles as you moan softly and succumb to him. 

“You, are divine, and you’re all mine.” His deep voice is rough with want, and within a flash, he has you pushed back and pinned to the bed, left to gaze up at him with wide eyes. His glasses magnify the intensity of his gaze, which hones in on your neck, right on his favorite spot to bite. In the next moment, his fangs sink into your neck, and the split second of pain quickly gives way to the exquisite pleasure that keeps you coming back. Gruffly, he groans as the taste of your blood overtakes his senses, and the scent of your arousal has him pressing against you. His hand sneaks under your dress, finding the apex of your thighs. You become pliant in an instant, spreading your legs for him, letting him indulge in you. Two fingers sneak past your panties and start stroking your folds, circling over your clit and making your hips lift off the bed. 

Your eyes slide shut as you sit back and enjoy, enjoy the pressure of him pressing you into the bed, enjoy the blissful sensation of him consuming your life force in such a carnal way, enjoy the pure pleasure of his fingers pushing past your folds and inside you. The breeze picks up, making the curtains part to let in the cold. Even the candle flames emit a distinct chill, but despite it all, warmth blooms within you. The more of your blood he consumes, the warmer Wonwoo gets too, as if coming alive the longer he salaciously indulges in you. His fingers plunge deeper within you, right as he picks a new spot on your neck to bite, the spot right beside your jugular. The piercing puncture makes you cry out in delight. 

He always comes so close to ending your dance on the edge of death, permanently, and you’re more than aware that he can do so without much effort. But he never does. He always remains on the edge, always keeps you just on the precipice, allowing you to feel pleasure and life to the fullest, like the final surging flicker of a candle before it’s snuffed out. Here, sensation reaches its height, lust swells at its most profane and profuse, and emotion becomes more palpable than the fangs buried in your neck. His visage is doused in red, both from the hue of the sky and the blood that runs down his chin. He becomes more frantic as his hunger and lust take over, and your head spins as a rush of sensations hits you all at once. His lips sucking harder on your neck, the lightheaded rush as he consumes another gulp of your blood, his fingertips pressing against your sweet spot and his thumb running over your clit. It’s too much to contain, so you don’t, screaming unabashedly and arching up against him. He loves getting you like this, getting you squirming and writhing while you’re contained in his grasp. His excitement is evident, and his hardening cock presses against your thigh, his hips rutting against you in search of sensation. You clench around him, feeling yourself drip onto his fingers, grabbing onto him as you wordlessly plead for him to ravage you the way you both desire.