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A Knight’s Tale (M)

Pairing: Corbyn (Cory) x Reader Prompt Knight Word Count: 2.4K (LOL IT WAS DESTINY)

Warnings: SMUT

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Corbyn wanted to hate you. Oh, he really did. But he didn’t. Damn it all, he didn’t. Which was why instead of actually jousting, he was letting knight after knight pummel him with lances.

It was after all what you basically told him to do. If he wanted to prove his love for you, he would lose the jousting tournament.

Admittedly, you thought he would prove his unlove for you and continue to win the tournament. But seeing his team yell at him to move or at least forfeit while he just waited for the next knight caused a surprising amount of happiness.

Love. Corbyn loved you. And he was willing to risk his name and reputation to prove it. The thrill and excitement of it all distracted you so, that you almost forgot the man who loved you was being hit with large wooden sticks.

You gathered yourself and informed your lady’s maid to tell his men that he should stop losing. If Corbyn loved you, he would win after all. You watched your lady deliver the message. Although he was wearing a helmet, you saw Corbyn turn his head in your direction and felt his icy glare. He may have loved you, but at the moment, you were sure he did nothing but loath you.

And like that, he didn’t dare lose another match. He knocked men off their horses, shattered lance after lance, he even took someone’s helmet off during the joust. And he did it. Despite the heavy loss in the beginning he was able to regain the lead and won the title.

Jitters of anticipation danced through your body as you walked into banquet that evening. You wanted to relish the evening with your beloved. Only, you couldn’t find him. You looked all around and did not see him. You eagerly watched the entrance hoping he would come in. He did not.

Now you were worried. Was he that angry with you that he didn’t want to see you? Perhaps you could seek forgiveness.

You waited an hour after the banquet. Dressed in your night gown, you crept to the field where the knights’ sleeping quarters were for the tournament. You remembered which one your maid said was his. Light was still glowing from inside. You pushed open one of the cloth curtains and saw him lying with his eyes closed.

“Sir Corbyn?” you whispered.

His eyes immediately opened and he looked to you.

You took a step in. “We missed you tonight at banquet.”

“We?”

You bent to your knees and crawled toward him. “Me. I. I missed you. Your prize.”

“Is that right?”

You sat next to him and looked at your hands. “So you are angry with me.”

He didn’t answer at first, which caused you to look up at him. He stared directly into your eyes. “Well, maybe only a little now. I was angrier. I’d like to be angrier. But with you here, I cannot be.”

A small smile appeared on your face. “I never imagined love could be this much happiness.”

His smile matched yours. “You’re right. It’s strange, but in a good way.”

Shyness washed over you again. “I’m also still in awe that I am the one you love.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “You are? Surely others must have loved you before I.”

“Never. To others I am only an object. A trophy to sit on their shelf. They don’t love me. They love only the boost to their egos and status I might provide.”

Corbyn slowly lifted his hand and let it caress your cheek. “You are never an object. To me you are the sun in which my entire world follows.”

You turned your cheek so your lips touched his palm, and you kissed it. “Corbyn?”

“Yes love?”

Hearing him say it sent trills of butterflies to your stomach. “My lady’s maid tells me that your men . . . they sometimes call you Cory.”

“Yes.”

Interesting, but it did seem quite similar to Corbyn. “Well, I don’t care what you’re called.” You moved to your hands and knees so you might kiss him. “As long as I can call you my own.” You rested a hand on his chest and suddenly he cried out in pain. You quickly pulled your hand back.

“Damn you, girl. The anger has not been completely forgotten.” He pushed his blanket back where you saw his bare torso, completely scratched and bruised from the day of taking lance after lance to prove his love.

“Oh no. This is my doing.”

“It most certainly is.”

“I should fetch a surgeon.”

“He’s already been. Said I’ll live.”

“This is why you were not at banquet.”

“Indeed.”

“I’m so sorry, Cory.”

He smiled at the use of his other name.

“What can I do to take away from the pain?”

A new kind of smile appeared on his face. No, not a smile. A smirk. A mischievous one. “I’m not sure you’re ready to hear the answer, princess.”

“No, tell me. How can I help you?”

He reached toward your cheek again, but brushed past it to hold a tendril of your hair. “To relieve the pain from your doing would most definitely be your undoing.”

A blush filled your cheeks. “My undoing?”

He nodded.

“Oh.”

“Of course I would never force you. It was too much to ask.” He groaned as he tried to sit up.

“No. It’s just,” you looked into his dark, chestnut eyes and whispered, “I’ve not been undone before, Sir Corbyn.”

His eyes grew wide and were soon filled with a hunger. “My prize you most certainly are, my love.” He gestured to his beaten body. “I’m afraid I cannot take the lead, though.”

You nodded. “Just tell me what to do.”

He held your gaze, as if looking into the depths of your soul. “You’re sure? This is what you want?”

“I want you, Cory.”

“I’m quite a lucky man.”

“Tell me what to do,” you repeated.

He nodded. “Take off your night gown and kneel in front of me.”

You did as asked.

Cory took a deep breath, his eyes scanning from your face, your neck, collarbone, they lingered at your breasts, then moved to your belly button, to between your legs where they lingered again, then back to your eyes. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve even seen.”

Red stained your cheeks again.

“That was a compliment, love. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

You nodded.

“Lay beside me.”

Cory reached for your hand once you were next to him. He turned his head to look at you, and you did the same for him. “You aren’t ready for me yet. So we need to get you ready.”

“What do I do?”

He laced his fingers with the hand he was holding. “With your other hand, you’re going to touch yourself.”

“Touch myself?”

He nodded. “Between your legs. Put your hand on your stomach, and slowly move it down until your fingers are at your folds.”

You followed his instructions.

“Between the folds, there’s a little bud.”

You gasped when you touched what he described.

“That’s it. You’re going to touch it slowly. You can touch it anyway you’d like, up and down, side to side, in circles, whatever feels good to you, but it has to be slow.”

You tried every motion he suggested. First up and down. A moan of pleasure left your lips, which caused Cory to smile. You closed your eyes, the sensation felt so good, but he ordered you to look at him. You bit your lip as you tried rubbing the bud side to side, more sounds filling the room. Cory squeezed your hand to encourage you. You sucked in a deep breath when you tried to circle. Tingles of pleasure shot through your womanhood, to your thighs, you could even feel them in your toes.

You wanted to feel more and your fingers naturally started moving faster.

“Shhh, slow down, love. You want to go slow.”

You again obeyed and whimpered at the action.

Cory lifted your hand in his to his mouth and kissed it. “Trust me, princess. We’re making sure you’re ready. I know if feels good, but it’s going to get better. You need to go slow. Trust me.”

You took a deep breath and moved slowly like he asked. You allowed yourself to really feel all the pleasure the touch was creating within you. You couldn’t control any sounds you made, but they all seemed to make Cory happy.

“Alright, love, stop moving.”

You did.

“I need you to reach down.”

Shock filled your face and you gasped. “It’s wet.”

“How wet?”

You lifted his hand in yours and brought it to the spot. You involuntarily closed your eyes as he felt you, moaning when his finger slipped inside you.

“So wet for me, princess. You’re ready for me now. I need you to kneel for me again and pull down my blanket.”

You let go of his hand and rolled so you were on your hands and knees. You sat back into a kneel, and removed the blanket to see all of Cory. Your eyes grew wide and mouth parted. “Wow,” you breathed.

A smile filled his face. “I’m quite sure every man longs to hear that when being gazed upon.”

You couldn’t look away from him, his length.

“Are you scared?” he murmured.

Your head shook slowly, but you still stared at his manhood.

“Do you remember that wet feeling? That’s so this won’t hurt you. It will only feel good, I promise you princess.”

You nodded and looked into his eyes. “I’m ready.”

“Please be careful, since I’m still fragile, but you need your knees on either side of me. Bring that wetness right to my tip.”

You thought that maybe you should be blushing, but you didn’t. You felt powerful. Sexy. Cory was seeing all of you, making you feel things you’d never felt before, and you were going to make him feel those things, too.

When you were there, his voice hitched. “Touch me.”

Your fingers curled around his girth.

His eyes closed as he drew in a breath. He looked into yours. “I’m going to enter you where it’s wet. Position me there.”

It was your turn to gasp. You felt what he meant. Your opening. A shiver ran down your spine in expectation.

“Push down until you cannot, slowly.”

New songs of bliss sang from both you and Cory as you slid down his length all the way to the hilt.

It was as he said. He stretched you, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good. Better than good. And you went down on him so smoothly, like you were made just for him.

“Yes, love. Are you alright?”

You nodded vigorously.

“It doesn’t hurt?”

“No Cory. I feel nice.”

“Good girl. I need you to crawl forward to me so I may finally kiss you.”

You leaned forward, moaning when he slightly pulled out from the movement. You were careful not to touch his torso and hovered over him.

“That can’t be comfortable for you.”

“It’s not so bad.”

He grinned. “How is it, really?”

You gave a sheepish smile. “You’re right, it’s not very comfortable, but like you said, that’s my doing.”

“It is, but this won’t work if you feel awkward and strained like this. Try coming down to rest on your elbows.”

You carefully lowered yourself down, your body slightly resting against his. He grimaced for only a moment, but recovered. As you rested on your elbows, you were face to face with him.

“Are you alright?” you asked him.

“Being chest to chest with you is quickly becoming my favorite part of this evening.”

“Mine, too,” you mimicked his smile.

He brushed hair from you face, again telling you of your beauty, then rested his hands on your hips. “Please kiss me now.”

You were careful to lower your face down to his, delicately brushing your lips against his. His mouth parted, inviting you to move closer. His tongue licked the crease of your lips. When you pushed your tongue into his mouth, he pulled your hips up, the glided them back down his shaft.

You moaned into his mouth, deepening the kiss. He pulled your hips up again, then back down.

You broke the kiss to mutter his name.

“You’re well?”

“Yes, yes.” You pushed back against him, causing you both to moan.

He gripped your hips tighter as he pumped you along him. His lips reached up to your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along it.

Your pleasure seemed to be climbing, going up a peak, getting higher and higher each buck of your hips. You couldn’t control the sounds you were making, but Cory made them with you. You wanted to go faster, but you knew it would hurt Cory, so you allowed yourself to enjoy the ride.

Cory sensed you needed more. He let go of one hip. His hand slid between you so his shaft was between his middle and ring finger. This caused your bud to rub against his knuckles.

He quickly covered your mouth with his to help muffle the loud cry of rapture. You were almost there. Almost at that pinnacle you felt was coming.

Then Cory pulled your hip down harshly at the same time he bucked into you. Every fiber of your being felt the tingles from the explosion. You pulled from his mouth, exhaling a long cry.

“You’re doing so good, love. It’s my turn now, alright?”

You nodded and let him guide you, pulling you and pushing until his face scrunched up and then released as he’d reached his climax as well.

You were both panting and slick with sweat when you finally stopped moving. Cory helped you to carefully get off of him and go back to lying at his side. You cautiously snuggled against him, making sure you didn’t add to his pain.

You played with his hand. “Was my undoing worth the pain of my doing, Sir Corbyn?”

He chuckled and brushed your hair with his fingers. “It was better than anything I’ve ever felt before. The best even.” He kissed the top of your head. “How do you feel?”

“Wonderful. I never dreamed love would lift me to such heights. I had no idea I could feel this good.”

“Thank you for sharing it with me.”

You looked up at him. “You love me. I will share it all with you.”

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🎃 Frightful October Act IV, #11 ~ Jealousy (Cory Hong)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Supernatural, Romance, Vampire AU

Word Count: 3,227

Pairing: Reader x Cory

World: 24K

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When you first met Cory, he was a member of the group 24K. You had met the group through mutual friends and instantly hit it off with the group’s leader. Pretty soon, you and Cory became inseparable – every bit of spare time he had was spent with you.

He was your best friend and you were his, but life seemed determined to keep the two of you apart. Every time you made plans to hang out, something came up at the last minute and the outing had to be canceled. It got to the point where you weren’t able to see each other at all. You were busy with college and work, while Cory was working his ass off trying to make it big.

A month passed. Two. Three.

You could feel yourself growing apart from him and it scared you. While you had many acquaintances in your life, you only had a handful of friends but none of them bore the same weight in your heart as Cory did. What if you never saw him again? What if he forgot about you?

You frowned at the thought and quickly shook your head. He was a busy man that barely got time for himself, must less for anyone else. You were thankful for whatever time he could spare you, no matter how little that ended up being.

That was enough for you… right?

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A year had passed since you last saw Cory. Your brother had gotten into a car accident and needed to be looked after, so you left South Korea, returning to your home state of Oregon to care for him. It had broken your heart to say goodbye to Cory, but nothing could be done about it. You briefly wondered if the universe really did have something against your friendship.

Autumn had finally rolled around and you couldn’t be happier. It was your favorite time of year, after all. A Halloween superstore had just opened up down the street from your college and you wasted no time in applying there. You got a callback that same day – you were hired to work the closing shift, from six in the afternoon until close at midnight.

There were a couple others that had been hired for the same shift, and they were not happy about you. You were, though. Ever since you had been a kid, you’ve always found solace in the night time. It was peaceful and quiet, and more importantly, lacked the number of people you would typically find during the day.

Between work and school, you didn’t have much free time. Although there were others that had been scheduled to work the closing shift throughout the week, they up and quit without warning, leaving your boss understaffed. You offered to take over their hours, which he happily agreed.

Getting to work in a store surrounded by Halloween decorations, props, and costumes during the night time when very few people messed with you… it was like a childhood dream come true!

The bell above the door dinged as it was pulled open and you smiled brightly. “Welcome! Oh, hello, Fried.”

Fried smiled a charming smile, brushing strands of his navy blue hair away from his face. As usual, his long hair was loosely braided, resting on his right shoulder. The bright red ribbon on the end stuck out against his dark clothes. “A fine night to you, Y/N.”

Fried was a regular. He had been visiting the store every night without fail since the day it opened, always appearing around ten-thirty. He never actually bought anything, just browsed the products and made small talk with you. It creeped out the other employees that had worked the same shift, but you just assumed that he was lonely and enjoyed the Halloween merchandise like you did. He never did or said anything bad, so his presence didn’t bother you in the slightest.

Cory always did say you were too trusting for your own good.

“You got in new stock today, as I understand,” he commented as he approached the glass counter, watching you re-arrange the candles on shelves behind the counter.

“That’s right!” you smiled over your shoulder at him before picking up another scented candle from the box, this one claiming to smell like witch’s brew. “Vampires are pretty popular lately, so we got a whole shipment of Vampire-themed merch today.”

Fried’s dark eyes flashed with anger before returning to normal, his hand forming a fist atop the counter. “I see,” his words were breathy. “Where?”

You didn’t notice his change in attitude or how tense he became, too focused on the task at hand – you were terrified that if you let your attention slip, you’d drop and break them and they were expensive candles. “Over in the back right corner. Mason should still be over… there…” you glanced over your shoulder, blinking at the spot he had been seconds before. ‘Huh, he must be really into vampires’.

A few minutes of silence passed. You had just placed the last candle and were hopping down from the step ladder when your co-worker, Mason, approached you with a weary expression.

“Did you finish the display?” you asked with a smile.

“Almost,” he answered, glancing over his shoulder. “That guy is really weird.”

“Fried?” you questioned, tilting your head curiously.

Mason frowned at you, his blue eyes filled with worry. “You shouldn’t be so friendly with that guy, Y/N. There’s something… off about him.”

You mirrored his frown, giving him your full attention after folding up the step ladder. “He seems fine to me.”

He sighed, shaking his head. The motion caused a few strands of blonde hair to fall over his forehead. “You’re too nice, Y/N! Just… be careful, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

A hand reached out, resting on his shoulder. He jumped back in surprise, slapping the hand away from him. Fried stared him down for a moment before turning to you. “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

Before you could answer him, Mason spoke up, eyes narrowed. “Sorry, but we’re closing early today. Please leave.”

“Do you even have that authority?” Fried challenged, folding his arms over his chest.

Mason scowled, taking a step forward. “I’m the manager on duty, so yes I have that authority. Leave now, sir.”

You frowned, your gaze flickering between the two men as they glared each other down. You could almost feel the electricity between them. After a tense minute, Fried turned and exited the store. Mason followed close behind, locking up and unplugging the neon ‘Open’ sign.

“Won’t you get into trouble for closing early?” you asked, softly, not wanting to further annoy him.

He seemed to relax a bit now that the door was secure, but he kept his guard up just in case. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it,” he offered you a smile. “Let’s finish up and head home.”

You nodded and got back to work.

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You stifled a yawn as you entered your dorm building. It was only just turning midnight, meaning you got home about an hour or so earlier than you normally would. Even so, you were exhausted and still had class to get to early that morning. You turned the corner and froze, nearly dropping your keys. “Cory?”

The male in question had been pacing back and forth in front of your door but he stopped dead when he heard your voice. One second, he was at the end of the hall and the next, he was hugging you tightly to his body, picking you up off the ground. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Where the hell have you been?” he demanded, resting his face in your neck. He could hear your pulse increase. “I called you so many times!”

“I kinda forgot my phone…” you rubbed the back of your head, offering a sheepish smile.

He set you down, eyes scanning your body. It was very faint, but he detected a strange scent on you, lingering on your skin and clothes. His eyes narrowed, grip tightening unconsciously. He didn’t like that smell. Not one bit.

“Cory? What’s wrong?”

He snapped out of it, releasing you as he forced a smile. “Nothing! Just happy to see you after so long.”

Your heart skipped a beat, cheeks growing warm as you turned to your door, sliding the keys in the lock. Cory followed you inside, his nose in the air as he tried to detect the scent inside your room, but it wasn’t on any of the furniture or books. Whatever that scent came from, it had never been inside your room. That made him relax a bit.

“I didn’t know you were coming back to Oregon,” you told him, pulling your coat off.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he grinned, flopping onto the bed. “Did it work?”

“Definitely,” you turned your back to him to hide the smile that lit up your face. You were so happy to see him that you could cry, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you held them back.

The scent was beginning to drive him nuts, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully relax as long as it invaded his nostrils. “Why don’t you go take a shower to warm up? Then we can catch up over some horror movies.”

“Is that your subtle way of saying I stink, Cory?” you raised a brow at him playfully.

If he could blush, he would have. “No, I just don’t want you to get sick.”

“Fine, fine~” you clutched your towel and change of clothes to your chest as you entered the bathroom attached to your room.

Cory grabbed your laptop, skimming through a list of horror movies. He avoided the topic of vampires and chose a movie that was sure to make your hair stand on end.

You stepped out of the bathroom, fully clothed and refreshed from the warm water. You saw Cory on his stomach on your bed, playing around on his phone. The laptop was open in front of him – he had set up the movie already, pausing it on the intro screen so you could see the title of the movie.

“The Nightmare Before Christmas? Really?” you cocked a brow, sitting beside him and crossing your legs. “Isn’t that more of a Christmas movie than Halloween?”

He shrugged, scooting over so you weren’t hanging off the edge. “Who cares. It has all of the elements to make it a good Halloween movie. It’s a movie that must be watched twice a year without fail.”

“Is that right?” you chuckled, pulling the comforter from under his body. Even though the dorms had a heating system, it was old and didn’t circulate well through the old building. Once the two of you were snuggled under the comforter, he hit play.

You made it through half the movie before your eyes began to droop. You fought against the sleepiness trying to claim you, but you lost, your head falling onto your arms. Cory smiled softly as he put his arm protectively around you, kissing your forehead.

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You entered the Halloween store with a bright smile, greeting your co-worker before heading into the back to clock in. Cory had insisted on following you to work, refusing to accept ‘no’ as an answer. You had been hesitant, but you were scheduled to work alone that night so it would be nice to have some company. Your co-worker clocked out as soon as you clocked in and left the store with a polite ‘goodbye’.

“I didn’t think this store would be so… empty,” Cory commented when you returned to the front. He leaned on the glass counter, looking at the various glass knick-knacks that had been placed on display. “Is it always this dead?”

You hummed, thoughtfully. “It’s pretty busy during the day, but it starts to slow down around five o’clock. A couple people show up at night here and there, but I’m sure as Halloween gets closer, it’ll start to get busier.”

“And do you always work alone?” he frowned. The thought made his stomach clench painfully. He didn’t consider you to be weak by no means, but what would happen if some lunatic came at you with a gun? Your chances of survival were lowered if you were alone, and the chance of getting robbed was higher. Not only that, but there were more than just criminals stalking the night.

“Not usually, no,” you picked up the basket that had been set behind the counter. It was filled with ‘return items’, or items that people decided they didn’t want or couldn’t afford at the register. “Mason, the night manager, is usually with me, but his mom is really sick so he had to call out to care for his baby sister.”

Cory followed you closely as you returned the items, his brow furrowed in thought. ‘Mason… is he the scent I detected on her? If he usually works with her, it might just be…’

The last item in the basket was a ceramic pumpkin cookie jar that needed to be returned to the top shelf. All glass and ceramic items were kept up high to avoid kids grabbing and breaking them. Even on your tiptoes, you couldn’t quite reach the shelf.

Chuckling, Cory came up behind you, his chest against your band as his large hand overtook yours. He easily pushed the pumpkin onto the shelf, but he didn’t step back from you. Your cheeks were burning and he knew it, he could smell the blood rushing to your face.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders, his nose nuzzling your neck. It was so easy for him to turn you into a blushing mess and he loved it. He loved knowing he had this power over you, and he loved being able to feel your blood rushing through your veins. You drove him crazy and you didn’t even know it.

The bell above the door dinged and you quickly pulled away, rushing to the front of the store. You were thankful for the excuse to get away from such an embarrassing situation. Your eyes landed on Fried and you smiled, about to greet him, but his expression made you stop dead, smile faltering.

He was standing in the doorway, his hands clenched tightly at his sides and his jaw set. His eyes took in your red face and the sound of your racing heart and his eyes narrowed over your shoulder, starting to glow a bright, crimson red.

Something inside your brain told you that these were not just contacts. Alarm bells were ringing like crazy in your mind. You took a shaky step backward, smacking into Cory, who put his hands on your shoulders protectively. You glanced up at him and squeaked – his eyes were glowing red, too!

Your heart was pulsing in your ears. ‘What the hell is happening right now…’

“It was you that I smelled on her,” Cory spoke. You could see fangs inside his mouth, glinting menacingly in the low light of the store.

“And who are you?” Fried tilted his head up, a smug expression on his face. He, too had fangs that glinted when he spoke. “I have been with Y/N every day for two and a half weeks. Not once have I caught your scent. And believe me, I would have noticed since it’s so… pungent.”

Jealousy bubbled up from within him, his fists clenching as he stepped forward to put himself between you and Fried.

You aren’t sure what suddenly came over you, but you didn’t like the smug tone Fried was using or the fact that he had just insulted your best friend. You put your hands on your hips. “I’ll have you know that Cory and I are best friends and we’ve known each other for three years. And he doesn’t smell!” you instantly regretted your decision as his glare snapped to you. He looked pissed. You cleared your throat, shrinking back behind Cory, who had a mix of happiness and amusement on his face.

Fried took a step forward and Cory followed suit, ordering you to stay behind him. Fried grew angrier at this, his upper lip curling back as he hissed. “I spent three weeks scoping out this mark. Do you honestly believe I’m going to just step aside and let you have her?”

“No one decides who has me but me!” you could feel his glare through Cory’s body. “No matter how long you ‘scope me out’, I’ll never be yours!”

Fried snarled at you and you squeaked in fright, throwing your arms around Cory’s waist, your face hidden in the back of his jacket. The reality suddenly hit you that this was not a normal man that you were yelling at.

“You heard her, now leave,” Cory ordered, his voice full of bravado.

Though Fried had been a vampire much longer than Cory, about seven centuries, in fact, Cory was stronger and Fried knew that. He could easily sense the power lurking beneath the surface. If they fought it out, Fried would surely lose.

“This isn’t over,” Fried promised, but he knew it very much was. He hastily exited the store, shattering the glass when he slammed into it.

You hadn’t realized you were shaking until Cory turned, bringing you into his warm chest. His embrace was warm and protective. “Cory, you… you’re a vampire?”

His body tensed and he nodded. His voice was soft as he asked. “Are you scared of me, Y/N?”

“If I was scared of you, do you really think I’m be clinging to you, you dork?” your face was still pressed against his chest, so your words were a bit muffled, but he heard them.

Cory smiled, pulling back just enough so he could rest his forehead against yours. “I wanted to tell you so bad, but I didn’t want to scare you off.”

Your cold hands cupped his face. “You’re my best friend, Cory. No matter what happens, I’ll always be on your side,” you could feel the blood rushing to your face, but you had to speak from your heart. It was now or never. “You are honestly the most important person in my life. You always have been, and you always will be.”

Hearing those words made him lose his self-control. He slammed his lips against yours, his fangs dragging across the flesh as his grip tightened around your body. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, holding back a groan when his tongue swiped at your bottom lip to taste your blood.

“Come back to Korea with me,” he whispered, licking his lips, stained red from your blood. “We can get a house together. And a cat. I know you like cats.”

“Are you trying to bribe me with a cat?” you teased, tugging at his t-shirt.

He chuckled, running his tongue over your lip to collect the new bead of blood that had formed. “Maybe~ Is it working?”

“You had me long before you mentioned a cat,” you pulled away, your hands folded behind your back as you grinned. “But you can’t go back on your word! We are definitely getting a cat.”

“Of course,” Cory smiled, his voice soft. “I will give you the world, Y/N. Just say the word.”

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