#genuinely the first thing i noticed when i read . *tentatively* ...their? description and went hm. this ones worded weird

[kirkwallguy]

and the taash pronoun avoidance continues......which could mean nothing

[miss-noo-na]

“Consumed” (Taeyong Vampire AU)

Title: Consumed

Featuring: Taeyong (NCT) x Reader

Rating: Somewhat mature. Sexual themes and blood drinking

Summary: You’ve been longing to experience the bite of a vampire, and you’ve found just the person to give it to you.

Requested by Anon!

You don’t know how you ended up here. You could retrace the steps, from your burgeoning curiosity, to your research, to seeking out the establishment, to actually putting on the red dress and showing up. You’d never know how you got the courage to actually do it, though.

You knew vampires existed, most people did, but they were often spoken of in hushed voices, and seeing one was a rare occurrence. They kept to themselves, seen only in places they were accepted or created themselves, and only interacted with mortals who had the open mind and strong stomachs to do so.

You had longed to be a part of this inner world, to dwell in the darkness and get to know the beasts of night. The thought alone excited you, and now you had your chance.

The club was nothing like a club, actually. There was no thumping techno beat, no obnoxious fratbros in heavy cologne, and no skimpy bartenders. Instead it was a secret door into an old building, up an industrial lift, into a large windowless room with hanging fabric, moody lighting, velvet couches, and lounge music.

You immediately felt self-conscious among the beautiful denizens of the club, in their slinky gowns and suits, eyeing you curiously. They knew a stranger when they saw one, and even though there was no menace in their stare, you felt your skin get hot with their gaze and you trekked your way to the bar for a glass of wine.

You couldn’t really tell who was human and who was vampiric, though you could make an educated guess. Then bartender smiled at you as he placed down your glass, and the glint on his fangs felt like a shot through the heart. It was all real. It was all happening.

A woman approached you, and you knew this was the woman you had spoken to online. She specialized in being something of a chaperone, vetting humans and if passing her process, safely guiding you into their world. Despite her chilly appearance, a sharp gaze and black hair, you felt a warmth radiate off her as her lips curled into a subtle smile.

“You made it.”

“I did.”

You awkwardly sipped your wine.

“Are you nervous?”

You couldn’t lie, it was written all over your face.

“A bit.”

“It’s natural. I’m glad you came.”

You gulped. “Really?” You asked, figuring she must get sick of dealing with all the nosy mortals wanting to get a peak at her lifestyle.

“I talk to a lot of people, and more than half of them don’t get this far. The ones that do, half of those chicken out. Also, I quite liked you. You’re just the kind of mortal we like around here.”

You blushed, averting your eyes. You don’t know what it was about you she liked, but you would take the compliment.

“Do you want to meet him now?”

You almost choked on your drink. “N-now?”

“It’s what you came here for, right?” She smirked, and you nodded. “I guess it is.”

See, you hadn’t just wanted to be around the vampires. Hadn’t just wanted to talk to them, get to know them, you had wanted to give yourself to them.

You’d read stories about the bite of a vampire, the euphoria, the rush of physical and mental pleasure. You poured over forum posts of people’s personal experiences, and the way they described it seemed like heaven. You wanted some of that for yourself.

If anyone knew they’d think you were crazy, offering yourself up like this. You didn’t even know this guy, but these arrangements had been made before and from what you’d seen and heard it was legitimate. No one was going to pressure you, but if you were okay with it, it would happen.

The man could be anyone, you thought as she began to guide you toward a back area of the club. Despite being vouched for, what if he was a creep? What if he gave you bad vibes? Then you could leave, of course, but what an embarrassing disappointment that would be, going through all this just to go home at the end of the night unfulfilled.

She pushed back a curtain into a makeshift room with a large red velvet sofa and some patrons inside. At the center of it all sat a man, lithe-framed and in a dark gray suit with the defined face of a model. When he looked up at you, his mouth twitched into a half-smile and felt all the air leave your lungs. 

The woman introduced you, and you stood there uneasily, not sure what to do with your hands. You just barely heard the woman say his name.

“Taeyong.”

The other patrons knew what this was, and has filtered out of the room as soon as they saw the woman entering. He gestured for you to sit, and once you did, the woman left you alone.

You took a long drink of your wine before setting it down on the table in front of you, placing your hands on your knees and looking around, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves. You were secluded, the strips of red fabric almost creating a tent. You glanced in his direction now and again and it was almost painful to look at him, you’d never seen a man so beautiful.

It didn’t help that he kept his eyes trained on you, swirling a crystal glass around in one hand, examining you carefully.

“What brings you here?” He finally spoke.

“Oh, you know,” You said, shrugging on instinct.

“I don’t.” He said, and he smiled a bit like he was suppressing a laugh. You really hoped he wasn’t making fun of you.

You gulped down another ounce of liquid courage before you spoke again. “Curiosity,” was the word that came out, simple and clear.

“That’s fair. What makes you curious?”

His eyes were so intent, you felt exposed, and yet more and more at ease since he seemed genuinely engaged.

“I’ve read some…things. I wanted to experience it for myself.”

When he smirked, he made an “hm” sound, putting his glass down and leaning forward.

“What do you think you’re going to feel?”

Your breath got a little shallow, thinking back to all the descriptive text you’d consumed in preparation for this moment, the idea of him being the one to give you that caused a rush of new feelings. You didn’t know him, but he was compelling, the way he spoke and handled himself, his features, everything about him.

“In theory,” You cleared your throat, “I suppose I would feel …pleasure.”

You were getting bashful speaking it out loud, and he could tell. Despite this, he moved a little closer.

“I could give you that.”

Your hands started to shake a bit as he was now close enough to feel his breath.

“Only if you want me to, of course.”

You found yourself wordlessly nodding, and he let out a chuckle.

“I can see why she brought you to me.” He said then, taking you out of your nerves for a moment as you questioned him with your eyes, brow drawing down.

He reached up and lightly touched the edge of your jaw, bringing your face up to  level with his.

“You’re so pretty and willing, my favorite.”

With that, he leaned in and kissed you. At first your eyes widened on contact, then fluttered closed as you melted into the feel of his lips on yours. Your stomach did somersaults every time he nipped at your lips or deepened the kiss, and you couldn’t believe you were actually doing this.

When he pulled back, he tilted your chin up slowly, then angled your head to the side. You didn’t understand at first, until you felt his other hand pushing your hair away from your neck.

“Are you ready?”

He stroked his thumb over your throat and felt you swallow.

“Yes.”

It started with a kiss to the open expanse of your neck, and a shiver shot straight down your spine. He felt it, and his lips curled up against your skin. He opened his mouth and you felt the hot moisture lather over your pulse and your eyes fell shut, bracing for something you weren’t sure of yet. First his teeth grazed, barely noticeable, then the edges of his fangs pressed against your skin and you were starting to think this slow pace and the anticipation was going to kill you.

But then it happened, they sank in with a swift motion and indiscernible wet sound. You gasped, eyes shooting back open, and you could feel panic welling up inside you. You wanted to scream but you felt paralyzed, prey caught in the jowls of your predator.

Yet, something else started to happen. It washed over you like baptism, bathing you from your head to your toes in warmth that buzzed along all your nerve endings, and relaxed every muscle as it did so. The heat moved up under your clothes and a familiar sensation was building, but you couldn’t believe it. How was he making you feel this way fully clothed? Not touching you except for his fangs deep in your vein? You reached up and grabbed onto his shoulder and he only moved into you more, pulling you against his mouth and sucking. You could feel the flow of blood coursing through your body and exiting out of the wound to be consumed by him, and every pulse thumped through you and pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally you couldn’t help it, you cried out and shuddered,  and the hand not steadying your head wrapped around you so he could hold your shaking body. After the feeling peaked, you felt the sensation of falling, and you were glad he held onto you. He detached from your neck carefully, and licked over the wound for good measure.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered in your ear and another small shudder went through you, a whimper leaving your lips as you were now spent, not even sure what it was you experienced.

You swayed as he loosened his grip on you, but still held on until you were steady. Your eyes tried to open but your eyelids felt heavy.  You were able to get a good look at him, through the dim lighting in the room, and everything was kind of wavy and dreamy.

He stroked your cheek and watched you, making sure you were alright,  smiling knowingly.

“Was it everything you wanted?’ He asked

“More than that.”

“Oh no, darling.” He said, shaking his head. “I can give you much more.”