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Blood—so much blood. Jisung had never seen that much blood in her young life before. The smell of iron, the crimson tainting pale skin. There's so much, she doesn't know where to look, how to look.
She doesn't know how she got there—well, she does, but not here exactly.
The club was dark, yet drowning in shades of neon pink and oranges. Jisung shouldn't be here, she was supposed to sleep in early, her thesis is due in two weeks, she can't afford distractions—but Felix begged her.
Said it was a gift for her 3 years on oestrogen anniversary and for starting hormone replacement therapy, and that if Jisung didn't come with her, she'd be the worst friend ever.
Of course Jisung couldn't refuse. She is Felix's biggest supporter, and she was sitting in the bathroom with her as she rubbed the gel on her upper arm for the first time all those years ago.
Here she is now, drinking shitty lemonade because it was the only beverage that had an appealing name to her on the bar's menu—when she has to wake up at the crack of dawn to work on her thesis. Felix is dancing with her partner of 5 years, Chan, and Jisung has a really good view on how Felix is shamelessly grinding into his ass with precise rolls of her hips.
Jisung rolls her eyes, finds the smokers' corner of the club and relishes in the cool air wrapping around her.
When her eyes land on the two guys making out in the corner, she doesn't really think any of it. It's a club, she's used to these kinds of things anyway. When the man pinning the other to the wall dips his head to the crook of the other man's neck, Jisung doesn’t think much of that either
But as she hears a piercing yell, and then a moan, she walks closer—and then she sees it.
Punctures, blood—fangs. All of it. There is crimson dripping from the man's sharp and pointy teeth, and that same shade is running down the other man's neck in thin rivulets.
It just keeps oozing from the wound. It isn’t stopping, until the man with the fangs sinks them back into the punctures, and starts gulping the blood down. Drinking it.
The other one is moaning, pain written across his face but also pleasure—so much, that he is rutting down on a thigh slotted between his own.
Jisung can’t do anything but stand frozen there, watching them. Staring at a man drinking blood out of another man's neck.
She knows about vampires. They aren’t a myth, not really. Rare, definitely. But she knows of their existence, especially because Felix's boyfriend is one of them.
Chan is lovely. A little too keen on biting his girlfriend whenever he feels like it—whether or not Jisung is there.
This morning, when Felix applied her dose of estrogen, Chan had been there with them, holding her hand and holding her as she cried in happiness. Because three years is a long time, and Felix was just .. so happy to be where she is now. Jisung remembers how proud he looked, how proud he felt as he looked at her with stars in his eyes.
The day Chan told Jisung he was a butch and that he'd prefer masculine terms and pronouns, Felix also had been there holding his hand. Rubbing the skin on the top of his wrist.
One day, Jisung will find a love as pure as theirs, as passionate.
As she stares at the blood trickling down the neck of the stranger, a tap on her shoulder makes her startle, her heart leaving her body.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." A pretty, airy voice says as Jisung breathes heavily. She clutches her chest in her hand, willing the fear to lay off her bones.
And then, Jisung turns around.
And oh, how beautiful is this human.
Dark, ruby hair. Pale skin, high cheekbones and a sharp nose. Plump lips and dark irises. Jisung is stunned. She's never seen such beauty before, almost as if ethereal—inhumane.
Maybe her jaw has met the floor, but she can't tell. Her mouth feels dry and she blinks so many times her eyes start to water.
"You okay?" The stranger says, her voice bewitching.
Jisung can only nod, still as stunned as she was seconds ago.
The woman giggles a cute sound, and Jisung can't help when the corner of her lips tug up in a smile. "Can you .. speak?"
This seems to slap Jisung right in the face—she coughs, embarrassment taking over her entire body. "Y-yeah. I can, sorry."
"Cute," the woman whispers under her breath, before looking past behind Jisung's shoulders. "Don't worry about them, the vamp's venom is already healing the guy's wound."
It has Jisung turning around again to watch as the two punctures scab over under her own eyes. The bleeding has stopped, only a small wound remaining. "Whoa."
"Hm, can be surprising when you're not used to it. But that guy is, he's here every single weekend."
"What do you mean?" Jisung questions, brows furrowed as she faces the pretty girl again.
Red shines in her eyes beautifully, Jisung could almost get lost in them, do anything she'd ever ask of her.
"Didn't you know? This is a vampire feeding club, where humans or .. other supernatural beings offer themselves for feeding. 100% consensual feeding, and it's also pretty regulated. No alcohol and drugs allowed."
Well, Jisung knows about the no substance rule. It had been written everywhere, and the bar only serves soft drinks. But Felix hadn't told her this was a .. feeding club.
"Oh," she mutters, cheeks hot. "Makes sense, I guess."
"Not here to feed anyone, I assume?" The pretty woman says, gesturing to a nearby bench.
Jisung has never gotten bitten before. It's not like she's opposed to it, not really. The opportunity just .. never fell into her lap. But it isn't something she'd do in a club, no. It's something she'd keep between the privacy of her apartment's walls, something that's vulnerable that she wouldn't just gift anyone.
With a shake of her head, Jisung sits down on the nearest bench. The metal is cold underneath her thighs, even through the jeans she's wearing. "No, I'm not."
The pretty woman sits next to her, a respectful distance between them, but still close enough for Jisung to feel her. "Hm, thought so. Wouldn't be a good idea for your first bite to happen in such a place."
Jisung's neck snaps to her left, eyes wide as she stares at the woman. "How'd you know?"
"People who've been bitten before aren't really shocked about these types of things. Your huge, pretty bug eyes told me everything I needed to know. "
"Bug eyes?" Jisung chuckles, licking her lips.
The girl hums, exhaling deeply. "Hm, they're so wide, you know? And it almost looks like you're on the verge of crying." The girl smirks, laying a hand flat on Jisung's thigh. "Are you?"
"N-no!" Jisung reddens, cheeks hot and skin burning where the vampire's palm rests on her leg. "It's just .. the light and the smoke out here. Makes my eyes water."
The pretty girl giggles, a sound Jisung finds herself smiling at, cheeks hurting and ears warm. She's so pretty, so lovely—especially her eyes, but also the red tint of her neck. Can vampires blush? Jisung doesn't really know.
However, she's not really clueless. She knows what the woman probably wants from her. Something Jisung doesn't do, something she doesn't give. "I, uh, I don't really do one night stands—or hook ups in general. Sorry."
The vampire's eyes widen before Jisung, and her fangs peek from underneath her plump top lip. Jisung kind of wants to feel it under her own. "Neither do I, darling. I'm way past the age where I find satisfaction in meaningless hook ups with girls who only want one thing from me."
"Oh," Jisung blushes once more. Does that mean—
"But I do think you're gorgeous, and I wouldn't mind getting your number so we can meet again outside of this bloody place."
Jisung can't help but snort an ugly sound, lowering her head in embarrassment as she realizes the noise she'd just made. "Sorry. But, yeah—yes! My number, sure! Do y—"
"Cute," the girl cuts her off as she places her phone on Jisung's lap, already opened on a new contact page.
Spluttering, Jisung scrambles for the phone and types her name first, and then her number. She gives the vampire her phone back, but not before checking the digits at least 3 times. She'd hate to mess this up.
"Jisung," the girl whispers, as if testing how Jisung's name rolls off her tongue. "What a pretty name for a pretty girl."
More warmth; more redness travels down to the pit of Jisung's stomach. A woman she'd have never thought she'd ever have a chance with is flirting with her, obviously so, and Jisung feels as if she was thrown right into the pits of a fiery hell. She's so warm.
"What—what's your name?" She attempts, eyes not quite meeting the vampire's gaze. It's piercing right through Jisung, that much she can tell.
"Minhee, but you can call me unnie." Minhee says, lips curled into a soft smirk. Warmth spills over Jisung's frame, no longer cold from the autumn breeze.
Minhee's eyes are tinted red, soft but piercing all the same. Jisung feels enamoured, wants to dive deep into the vampire's irises and lose herself into her mind. She's so—drawn. Hypnotised, almost.
"I- I have to go, I'm sorry." Jisung says, catching the small 03:24 on the left corner of her phone. She was supposed to meet Felix and Chan 24 minutes ago by the entrance so they could drive her home. They're most likely still waiting there for her, and Jisung hopes they haven't started worrying about her.
"My friends are waiting for me, unnie. I'll text you?"
Minhee nods, getting up and smiling at Jisung. "I hope you will, pretty girl."
With that, the vampire finds her way back inside the club and her smile roots itself right into Jisung's heart.
As she sits in the back of Chan's car, Jisung looks at passing green lights and tries to count the raindrops smacking across her window but loses count after sixty-eight.
Soon enough, Chan parks right in front of her apartment complex but doesn't kill the engine, wanting to keep the warmth for Felix's naked legs, most likely.
"Thanks, oppa. Goodnight guys, don't fuck too loud!" She says, clicking her seatbelt off and bending over the console to land a wet kiss right across Felix's cheek. "Love you."
The couple bids her goodnight and Jisung hikes up the single flight of stairs taking her to her floor. The second her door is thrown open, Jisung jumps and giggles to herself, opening Minhee's contact and hovering over the message button.
Maybe it's too soon. Maybe it isn't. Minhee did say she hoped Jisung would text her, but did she mean this soon? Would she want to already hear from Jisung? And if she did, what could Jisung say to—
Jisung's phone buzzes in her hand as she overthinks about the right choice to make, tearing her out of her thoughts right away.
minhee (vampy)
3:47
I hope you got home safely, sweetheart.
Are you free tomorrow to meet up for coffee?
The squeal that bursts out of Jisung's throat is .. embarrassing, to to say the least. She runs to her bed and face plants right into her pillows, screaming some more before rolling on her back and staring at the texts again. Sweetheart.
Jisung hasn't been with someone in her adult life .. ever. She's 26 now, only ever realized she was a lesbian a year or two ago, and there hasn’t been anyone to sweep her off her feet since she made the discovery about herself. Before then, she had a hard time putting herself out there, letting anyone take her home or on dates, because she was never sure, never 100% satisfied with herself.
But Minhee is so beautiful. So handsome, in a way a woman is and in a way that Jisung loves. Minhee is so sure of herself, a mesmerising concoction of feminine and masculine that Jisung wants to explore and dig deep into.
She's left Minhee on read for ten minutes now, day—night, really—dreaming about her when she has texted her first. The mere fact that the vampire is interested enough in Jisung to text her so shortly after they first met makes her want to scream. And cry. Maybe both.
And surely, an invitation for coffee in the middle of a Saturday afternoon is considered a date.
me
4:01
Hi unnie ^_^
Of course I am free for you!!!!
Give me a time and place and I'll make myself pretty for you :)
After cringing at herself for a good minute, the reply comes back and tears her out of her own misery.
minhee (vampy)
4:02
No need to do much then, pretty girl
Does 3pm at Kitty's Café work?
me
4:02
don't flirt with me like this I'll blush
it's perfect<3
Jisung wonders why conversation flows like this so easily for them, almost as if they have known each other for more than an hour, really. Minhee is .. goofy, in a way Jisung isn’t expecting. But she embraces it with open arms, loves that Minhee is funny and witty, but flirts with her between every other text.
When the clock turns 5, Minhee tells Jisung to go sleep if she wants to be all rested up for tomorrow, under the promise of keeping Jisung all to herself until Monday rises high in the sky.
Unwillingly, Jisung takes her makeup off and brushes her teeth before going back to bed in only a big ugly shirt.
Her dreams are scattered around bloody fangs and red eyes, but Jisung sleeps like a baby, smiling in her sleep.
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Blush under her eyes, glitters splattered over her skin and a deep share of red layered on her lips later, Jisung steps out of her apartment with a dumb smile stuck to her face.
It's been there since she woke up.
As the clock hit 10, Jisung’s alarm echoed between the walls of her bedroom and she shot out of bed, only to head straight to her bathroom to take an everything and more shower. She scrubbed her skin until it was squeaky clean, trimmed dark brown hair in places she felt needed it and put product in her hair she hasn’t used in weeks.
And she smells good. A mix of jasmine and violet, flowery with a hint of sweetness that Jisung has always loved.
Music blasts in her ears as she walks down the streets of Itaewon, her long skirt flowing around her as the wind picks up slightly. She chose a black skirt that would touch the floor had she not worn her platform boots, but Jisung makes sure it doesn’t. Her shoes are faux leather and adorned with chains strapped on the heels of them. On the upper half of her body, Jisung chose a burgundy long sleeved top that shows the middle of her stomach and reaches the very top of her torso—almost a turtleneck, but not quite one.
Her jacket is brown and leather, and Jisung hopes Minhee likes the combination of these colors on her.
Kitty's Café comes into view and as Jisung checks the time, her phone tells her she's 10 minutes early—enough time to sit inside for a couple minutes to calm her nerves.
She opens the door as she takes her headphones off, and smiles at the little bell announcing her presence, taking in the inside of the coffee shop. Contrarily to one must think, the place isn't a cat cafe but owned by a couple who simply adore cats and everything cat themed. The decor, the mugs and even the pastries are all in the shapes of cats. Jisung loves it.
She doesn't know where to look—until she does, and her eyes lands on none other than the vampire who has bewitched her last night.
Minhee sits in the further corner from the counter, until she's not sitting anymore and getting up from her seat, striding towards Jisung with a smile on her face.
With cheeks heating up and the pit of her stomach exploding into thousands of fireworks, Jisung takes in the girl walking to her and tries to keep her mouth shut tight. Even if Minhee's jaw-dropping.
Wide denim jeans reach the floor, making her legs look so long Jisung is seconds away from asking her height. Minhee's shoulders are adorned by a beautiful dark green and pretty long cardigan, layered on top of a black corset like shirt. And Jisung is no better than anyone else when her eyes dip to the curve of her breasts softly spilling from atop of the corset's frame.
Minhee's skin looks so soft, so .. delicate. Pale in color but reddened by a blush cascading down her body.
Jisung wants to jump her.
"Hi, Jisung-ah." Minhee says, her voice so airy and light that Jisung feels drawn to her right away.
With a gulp, she wills her eyes up the vampire's frame and takes in the light eyeliner smoked out at her lash lines and the deep burgundy blush painting her cheeks. The layer of gloss on her lips looks so inviting that Jisung is seconds away from smashing their lips together.
"You look so hot, unnie." She mumbles, cheeks burning and fingers twisting the material of her skirt. "Sorry. You, erm, you look very good."
Minhee giggles and Jisung ascends to heaven right away. "You look very hot too Jisungie."
Jisung just about melts, following Minhee to the counter so they can order what they want. The vampire gestures for Jisung to order first, and she chooses an iced matcha latte with a slice of chocolate cheesecake.
"What about you, ma'am?" The barista questions, looking at Minhee with a gentle smile.
But she just shakes her head, taking her credit card out of her wallet. "That'll be all, thank you."
"Unnie! You can't just not order something!" Jisung exclaims, almost offended as Minhee swipes her card down on the terminal. "And you can't also pay for my food if you're not getting any!"
With another giggle, Minhee bows at the barista and turns on her heels, grabbing Jisung's arms gently. "My food's right in front of me, sweetheart."
Trust Jisung to stumble over her feet at Minhee's words, almost colliding with the concrete floor if it wasn't for the—very—strong arm wrapping around bare waist.
"Careful Jisungie. We don't want you tripping and falling." Minhee laughs, the arm around Jisung not moving an inch as they walk towards a table. "If you wanted me to grab you, you could have just asked, you know."
"Oh my god, please stop talking." Jisung rushes out to say, face falling into her open palms as she sits in a chair Minhee pulls out for her with her free arm. "I mean! Keep—keep talking. I'm just .. not used to this."
To Jisung's surprise, Minhee sits right next to her and not in front of her. "No one has ever openly flirted with such a pretty girl before?"
Jisung is sure she's a shade of red that has never been registered on a human being before. "Not really, no. Are you not going to sit in front of me?"
"What a shame, you're so pretty when you're all red." Minhee says, tucking a loose strand of Jisung's hair behind her ear. She's pulling all the tricks Jisung knows there are, and it's working so badly she'd drop to her knees right there and then if Minhee asked. "And no, I wanted to sit next to my beautiful date so we can be close to each other."
Somehow, Jisung is grateful. That way, she doesn't have to look into Minhee's eyes.
Jisung's food arrives quickly after they sit down, and it reminds her that Minhee ordered nothing for herself.
"But why didn't you get anything, unnie?" She asks, not wanting to start sipping on her drink as she usually would.
"I can't really eat human food, Jisungie. I don't digest it well, if at all. I only ever eat it if I'm at an event that requires me to hide that I'm a vampire, but I'd get sick right after." She explains, toying with the ring on her middle finger. "I wouldn't want to get sick when you're here with me."
Which makes sense, Jisung realizes. She hadn't even thought about that. Chan never eats human food either, only feeds on bags that keep the metallic odor of blood contained.
But she pouts nonetheless. "Did you bring anything with you? On a real date, we'd be eating and drinking with each other, you know? I need the moments you drink to calm my nerves down."
"I didn't bring anything, no. I didn't know if you'd be okay with it. And you're very cute, no need to be nervous Jisungie. I don't bite." She reassures, cocking her head to the side. "Unless you want me to, of course."
The shiver that courses through Jisung's body is so strong she has to shake it out. The thought of Minhee biting into her has her panties sticking to her skin.
"My best friend is a vamp, unnie. Of course I'm okay with it." She breathes, eyes finding all the marks on the wooden table. "And I wouldn't mind."
The last part is whispered, but of course Minhee hears it. "Hm, thought so. But I don't feed like a regular civil vampire, sweetheart. I don't drink animal blood."
Chan does, Jisung knows. For as long as she's known him, Jisung knows there's a fridge dedicated to Chan's supply in the couple's kitchen. Before she can speak, though, Minhee does.
"I love animals too much to contribute to this. I drink human blood only, either donated to special organizations made for us or .. straight from the source."
Of course, Jisung had to stumble onto the only vampire in town that feeds solely with human blood. She's never met someone like Minhee before. Not someone who only ever drinks from another person, or just bags of human blood. Sometimes, Chan feeds on Felix because she asks him to. Says something about how it makes her feel.
Jisung has never been bitten before. She has been too scared, too vulnerable. But it doesn't mean she would never want to.
"I never hurt anyone though. I only drink from humans who want to be bitten. My best friend runs the organization that allows us to have blood bags from humans. It's blood that would have been thrown away, either it's infected with some kind of disease or too old, too high in sugar or something like that. But it doesn't affect vampires in any way."
The explanation makes a lot of sense, Jisung thinks. It makes her calmer, too, knowing Minhee wouldn't just take. She's heard stories of vampires drinking too much and killing humans. She's heard of vampires hunting down humans because they only want 'fresh food' as they said. But Minhee doesn't seem to be like that.
"If you want us to enjoy a drink together, we can always go back to my place. I have food there. And cats, if you want to meet them?" Minhee suggests with a soft smile, her fangs peeking through her top lip. Jisung wonders what they'd feel like deep into her skin.
But she'd like that. Being able to enjoy a drink with the pretty girl who asked her on a date, even with the knowledge that Minhee would be drinking human blood. Jisung doesn't really care, as long as she's reassured Minhee gets her supply from an organization.
Her eyes dip to the window of Minhee's corset once more, admiring the paler skin all on display for Jisung. She busies herself with counting the few stray hairs scattered over Minhee's chest, the moles littering her skin—until she has no choice but to give the vampire an answer.
It's while staring at Minhee's moles on the side of her neck that she replies, "I'd like that, unnie."
Jisung knows she's mumbling under her breath, cheeks red and eyes glassy. Minhee has such an effect on her that Jisung doesn't recall getting with anyone else before in her life. Even if she hasn’t been on a lot of dates, it's not her first and this has never happened to her before. This pull.
As Minhee gets up, Jisung takes a few seconds to breathe. It's dawning on her that she'll be in the vampire's apartment, underneath her very roof and sharing her space from much closer than they are now.
"I'll go ask them to make this to go, wait for me here Jisungie." Minhee smiles, taking the tray that had been in front of Jisung and then walking to the counter.
Her perfume lingers behind, deep notes of vanilla and incense. She smells so wonderful it renders Jisung addicted. She wonders if the vampire's skin tastes as good as it smells. Jisung can't wait to find out.
In a fraction of seconds, Minhee is back at her side with Jisung's drink in one hand and a small box in the other. She hands Jisung her drink but keeps on holding the box Jisung's cheesecake is in. And then, Minhee extends her free hand for Jisung to grab.
Panic is the right word for it. Jisung's panic rises quickly inside of her, because her hands are so moist. So wet because of the nerves, and she hasn’t wiped them off on her skirt in so long that they're most likely clammy by now.
It must read on her face, because the smile adorning Minhee's slightly drops. "You okay? You don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, Jisungie."
"N-no! It's not—I'm not uncomfortable.." she starts, wiping her hand on the material of her skirt."I—uh, I have very clammy hands? They just .. sweat a lot when I'm nervous."
To Jisung's joy, Minhee's smile reaches her eyes once more. "I don't care about that, sweetheart. Mine are very cold. See?"
Minhee should have said freezing rather than cold, because Jisung shivers as soon as icy fingers interlace with her own very warm ones. "Does it bother you, Jisungie?"
"No! Not at all, unnie." She shakes her head as she speaks, eyes wide.
"Good. It doesn't bother me either, let's go?" Minhee asks, tugging at their intertwined hands. "I live 3 minutes away from here!"
The short walk is spent with comfortable conversation. Jisung sips on her matcha latte and Minhee recalls that one time in 1905 when she was hired as a maid for the royal family. She drops it between naming her cats and the weather, as if it was a casual conversation to have with her date.
But Jisung nods and asks her to tell her more, and Minhee does so until they reach a rather .. historical building. A type you rarely ever see in Seoul, especially in such a district. Itaewon is all about modern architecture and a young population. This building is very 17th-century architecture, the doors are wooden and open with a keypad and not the usual badge. Jisung wonders if there's a lot of floors.
"It's a little old-fashioned," Minhee says, opening the door for Jisung. It seems to be so heavy, the veins in the vampire's hand protrude as she pushes it further. "But I am old anyway."
Something rings inside Jisung's brain. She doesn't know how old Minhee is, and has no idea how long the vampire has roamed the earth. From what Minhee has told her, she is more than a century old, but somehow, Jisung has a feeling that's very far from the vampire's actual age.
Before she gets to ask, Minhee tugs her inside the building and the smell of old stone and dust finds its way to Jisung's nose. It smells old but good. A kind of odor you don't get to be blessed with often in the heart of the city. There's an elevator, modern, but encased into stone and wood as if it was always there.
But what has Jisung's jaw hanging wide open is the beautiful marble staircase on her right. It's conserved. Almost as if brand new. There's a few cracks in the steps as marble usually gets after being worn down from centuries of passing time.
Minhee guides her to the elevator, but Jisung stays rooted where she is. "Unnie, can we take the stairs?"
The vampire blinks so many times Jisung couldn't even count them if she wanted to. Her mouth parts in surprise, eyes wide and confusion written all over her beautiful features. It makes Jisung giggle, liking this adorable side of Minhee just as much as the other ones.
"You're cute, unnie." She can't help but say. "The staircase looks very beautiful and I wouldn't mind discovering more of the building? Do you know its history?"
More blinks—more surprise. It seems Minhee can't fathom what Jisung had just said, but after a minute or so, her eyes turn so soft, so shiny. "I do. Sorry—it's just, no one has ever... asked me this before."
With a smile, Jisung tugs on Minhee's hand and walks up the first step. "There's a first for everything, unnie. Even for old vampires like you."
"Silly girl," Minhee giggles, following Jisung up the stairs. Her skin is warmer in Jisung's hand now, stuck to her because of how clammy Jisung's own are. "You know, my grandparents built this building."
That makes Jisung stop in her tracks. This building is old, Jisung is aware of it. "When… when was it built?"
"1659," Minho replies softly. "I was 5 when they inaugurated it."
And well, that simply makes Jisung choke on nothing but thin air. "You—what?"
Minhee's giggles fill the staircase as she holds onto Jisung, her grip never faltering despite her body bent in half as she breathes.
"Unnie! You're 371 years old? What the hell!" Jisung gasps, butterflies hitting all the walls lining the stomach as she registers the fact. Stop being a freak, she tells herself, but she can't help it, not really.
It may be arousal she's feeling, or excitement—fear? No, not fear. But Minhee's eyes turn slightly darker, a vein or two appearing right below her lash line and another one by the corner of her eyes. Jisung has never seen the so-called vampire 'cracks' that Felix always gushes about when she talks about Chan. About how hot they are. She can't do anything but agree with her best friend now.
"You know, Jisungie," Minhee starts, voice high and airy, "vampires are gifted with a really heightened sense of smell. To the point where we can smell the changes in your body right as they happen."
Jisung gulps, taking a step back on instinct as Minhee takes one closer to her. Soon enough, the handrail of the staircase digs into the small of her back.
"Blood smells different for every single emotion. When you're angry, it smells rich but also... bitter. When you're sad, the smell is faint, because your body doesn't use as much energy to pump it as it does creating tears." A hand wraps around Jisung's waist, small but strong. So strong. "And then, my personal favourite."
The vampire lowers her head to the crook of Jisung's neck. She bares it unconsciously, letting Minhee nose at her jugular. If Chan had been here, he'd have yanked her back and yelled at her until she understood. Never bare your neck for a vampire, Jisung. Not even to me, he had said.
But here she is. With a three hundred and seventy-one years old woman she met only last night, baring her neck where the vein that keeps the blood flowing to her brain—the one that keeps her alive. It resides right underneath the skin Minhee is nosing at.
"Lust. Lust smells thick, heavy. A pang of sweetness, especially for sweet girls like you, darling. Lust reminds me of heavy, thick dark chocolate that has just been melted down."
Jisung should have known that Minhee would be able to smell everything. Chan can. Sometimes, as Jisung's anger settles into her bones when she can't get a note right, Chan tells her to take a break because she stinks.
And Chan is only 50. Turned only a few decades ago. Of course Minhee is more... experienced. More attuned to her senses.
Minhee takes a deep breath, inhaling more of Jisung's scent. "And you, Jisungie, you are the sweetest thing I've ever smelled."
As her eyes dip to the curve of Minhee's lips the second she pulls back from her neck, frustration tangles into Jisung's bones and she can't help but grab Minhee by the nape and smash her lips onto the vampire's cold ones.
But even if Minhee's skin is several degrees colder than Jisung's body, she has never felt warmer in her short life.
Sparks reach the ventricles of her heart and make her shiver. Minhee's fangs poke her bottom lip and Jisung can't help but wish they'd dig deeper, so deep she'd taste iron on her tongue and pain in her lips.
Minhee kisses with passion. Slow but controlled, leading. She pushes Jisung further into the handrail and tightens the grip she has around the human's waist until it hurts.Jisung hopes to find bruises in the shape of Minhee’s fingers on her skin when tomorrow comes.
Maybe tomorrow won't come. Maybe Jisung is getting what she has wished for all these years as she blew her birthday candles; before Minhee drains the life out of her.
She can't find herself to be... terrified. Scared, a little. But not for the right reasons. Jisung doesn't fear what Minhee could possibly do to her, no, the only thing Jisung fears is whether or not she'd be good enough for her. Pretty enough.
Minhee kisses the doubt right off her lips, pushing her tongue past Jisung's mouth. It's like she's taking ownership of it, and for all it's worth, Jisung may let her. It's what she craves. What she's needed for years. Being owned, being taken.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You're so warm." Minhee breathes against her mouth, letting Jisung catch her breath. There's lipstick staining Minhee's swollen mouth. Jisung's lipstick, mixing with the gloss Minhee had applied before meeting her. The sight has her wetting her panties further. There's something so... hot, about seeing the mess she has made all over Minhee's face from only mere seconds of kissing. "Wanna take this upstairs?"
"P-please, unnie." She begs, no shame residing in her bones. Jisung is too needy to care about how she comes off. All she wants is to feel Minhee's touch all over her body.
More veins pop around the vampire's eyes, fangs extending and fully resting atop her bottom lip now. They're so long. So sharp. "I knew you'd look pretty when you beg, but I didn't realize just how pretty."
Shivers course throughout Jisung's entire body. Minhee looks at her with dark mauve redness coloring her eyes and those veins almost pulsing—almost hungry.
There's so many things Jisung wants at this exact moment. She wants more, she wants Minhee to kiss her again and to push a thigh between her legs, right against where she's pulsing and getting wetter by the second.
Perhaps this is too fast—especially for someone like Jisung. Someone who has never touched a being in such a way, and who has never been touched either.
She craves so badly for the vampire's fangs. Back on her lips or deep into the thick skin over her neck, it doesn't matter. She just wants.
"Let's go upstairs, hm? I live on the top floor, the penthouse." Minhee whispers against her lips, squeezing her waist one last time before letting go.
Immediately, Jisung misses her touch. It had only been over her clothes, but the sparks were there. Minhee was there.
The whine that bubbles out of her mouth is an incident, truly. She doesn't mean to—didn't want to, either. The last thing Jisung wants is for Minhee to be put off by her neediness. So quickly, she replies in a single breath. "Yeah, unnie. Let's go."
As soon as Jisung says it, she's tugged upstairs rather rapidly. Minhee almost runs, but her pace still matches Jisung's very human one. There's maybe 5 or 6 floors, but Jisung stops counting after the fourth one in order to ogle Minhee's bulging thighs under her blue jeans.
The muscles lining her legs are... big. So strong, Jisung only wants to touch and dig her fingers into them—feel them under her palms.
"We're here," Minhee says, breathing calm and veins a sheer pink by her eyes now. And to Jisung’s dismay, the fangs that had been poking at her lips mere minutes ago have retracted back into her mouth.
Jisung, on the contrary, is on the verge of needing to lay down to catch her breath. She's not used to running up six flights of stairs like this. Elevators are her best friends and despite working out multiple times a week, cardio isn't really her strong suit.
So, ungracefully, she heaves and nods, cringing as a single bead of sweat trickles down her temple to the sharpness of her jaw.
She can only nod, looking at Minhee and wanting to crawl into a hole as the girl stares at her. "Tired, sweetheart?"
"N-no! Just—just out of breath. I didn't realize it would be this far up." Jisung defends herself, face and chest blooming red.
"It's cute, Jisungie. I only hope you'll be able to survive a vampire's stamina, baby. Especially when we're starving."
The underlying meaning to Minhee's words burns Jisung right in the center of her chest. She's never been spoken to so... sensually. Deeper than flirting, with nothing but pure want behind Minhee's words and the dark look in her eyes.
But she nods. She nods, because Jisung wants just as much as the vampire does, if not more. She wants everything—everything Minhee has to give to her. "I will, unnie."
"We'll see," Minhee whispers, opening the door for Jisung.
The interior smells just like the vampire does. Incense and vanilla. Rich and deep, but soft enough to linger and wrap Jisung into a tight hug.
She doesn't really have the time to take in anything else before she's pushed against the metal front door. Her back collides with it in a loud thud just as Minhee's lips crash back onto hers, wet and somewhat warm from Jisung's mouth.
This time, Minhee's fangs almost pierce right through her lip. But she holds back, sucks Jisung's thick bottom lip right between her teeth and nibbles down onto it—as if to get a taste, somehow.
Strong, cold hands hike up her long skirt to grab at the back of her thighs, making her shiver and whimper, but Jisung loves it. How cold Minhee is.
When Jisung touches herself, she tends to overheat, she sweats a lot—gets too hot for comfort. But Minhee's touch, as cold as the outside could get during September, is the perfect temperature to cool her body down.
And then, Jisung is up in the air. The yelp that forces itself out of her mouth has her pulling back from Minhee's slick lips, shocked that her feet aren't touching the floor now—shocked that Minhee is holding her up. She's so warm everywhere. Her skirt is fully hiked up to the middle of her thighs, crotch meeting Minhee's jeans.
"I could get used to this," the vampire says, fingers digging into the meat of Jisung's thighs.
A deep moan tumbles from her mouth, shivers hiking up her spine as Minhee pins her to the door harder. "U-unnie!"
"Hm?" Minhee whispers, head dipping to the pulsing artery lining Jisung's neck. Like this, one single bite to her jugular could drain the life out of her. Jisung isn't so sure she'd fight it, were it to happen. "What do you want, sweetheart?"
Jisung isn't sure. She doesn't really know. She wants Minhee to touch her everywhere, mark her up and bite into her skin so she can feed off of her. But Jisung also needs to touch, to feel Minhee under her fingertips, to taste her. She wants and needs, so badly, that she doesn't know how to start.
But thankfully, it seems Minhee wants to do the thinking for the both of them. "Can I take you to my bed, Jisungie?"
She nods, of course she does, and almost headbutts Minhee as she does so. "Please."
"Needy," Minhee breathes, carrying Jisung away from the door and down the hall. A loud meow echoes between the walls, but Jisung is far too gone to even pay it much attention. "Not now baby, can't you see a pretty girl needs me?"
On instinct, Jisung ruts forward into Minhee's stomach. There's not much friction like this, but the act itself has Jisung wetting her underwear even more. She's so sticky, she feels it with each movement she makes. She's never done this before, never touched another woman—never been touched by one either, but Jisung feels so... hungry. So needy.
"Unnie," she mumbles, breath fanning over Minhee's ear as she speaks. "Please."
"What are you asking for, baby? Gotta tell unnie."
What is Jisung asking for? She doesn't know. How could she know? There's things she knows she likes, but would she enjoy them from another hand, another touch?
Minhee hums, walking her down a long hallway. There are paintings lining the walls, but Jisung doesn't really manage to see them very well. Is Minhee running now? There's no way, not when she's carrying Jisung.
"So needy, even when no one's touched you before. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Minhee's tongue is hot on her neck, and suddenly, Jisung is laid gently into a plush mattress.
"You—you know?" Jisung swallows the spit pooling into her mouth, eyes locked onto Minhee's frame. Her hair is short enough to get caught behind her ears as she straddles Jisung's hips, head low—so low their lips almost meet.
"Of course I know. Could smell it on you, you're so pure."
Jisung doesn't know about pure. Purity surely doesn't lie in the fantasies blinding her mind right now. There's nothing pure about the drawer full of toys back at her place, because Jisung is always so empty, so... lonely.
The fact that Minhee can tell is embarrassing, but hot enough to make her squirm right under her cold body. "Ngh, unnie... I—"
A moan launches right out of her chest; right as Minhee slots a thigh between Jisung's open ones and ruts forward. The pleasure is instant. Jisung's clit throbs under the pressure, and the friction through her panties renders her speechless—only moans echoing from the cavity of her mouth. It's so much, but it's not enough. There's too many layers separating them still.
"Off—please, take this off," Jisung begs, fingers tugging at the cardigan adoring Minhee's shoulders.
"Whatever you need, baby." Minhee replies, kneeling over Jisung to take her cardigan off. And then her top, before she hikes off the bed, hands travelling to the waistband of her jeans. "This too, sweetheart?"
Jisung can't help but nod a handful times, sitting up as well to take her shirt off. Since she didn’t wear a bra, her boobs bounce on her chest and the light coming from Minhee's open curtains shine beautifully on her skin.
She loses all kinds of thoughts the second her eyes land on Minhee's practically naked frame—save for the boxers hugging her hips. Pale skin, perky nipples and curves Jisung would die for in a heartbeat, Minhee renders her at a loss for words.
"Wow," she says, eyes following the happy trail down Minhee's belly as it disappears below the waistband of her underwear. There's drool pooling in her mouth the more she looks at the beautiful woman standing before her. Jisung wants to bite into the skin spilling over the band of Minhee's underwear, she wants to hold her, let her sit on her face—anything. Anything that would bring her close.
Minhee is flushed all the way down to her chest, smiling and giggling before kneeling over Jisung once more. Like this, with the both of them clad in their underwear only, Jisung feels so much hotter. Blood boils in her veins all the way down to her clit, pulsing and begging for attention.
"Unnie," she whines, bringing a knee to Minhee's clothed crotch. The second she makes contact with her boxers, Jisung moans so loud she surprises herself. Minhee has soaked through her underwear, the cotton sticking to her labia and outlining the shape of her through her boxers.
"Feel what you do to me, princess? Unnie wants you so much, Jisungie. You look so yummy, I just want to eat you up." Minhee says, lowering herself down until the skin of her chest touches Jisung's own.
"Y-you can. I'd let you," with yet another moan, Jisung grinds her knee deeper into Minhee's crotch, letting the vampire's juices coat her flesh. "Want you to do a-anything you want to me, unnie."
The vampire lets out a breathy moan, almost as if punched right into the center of her torso. "Hm, I'm sure baby. You'd let unnie bleed you dry? Drink every drop?"
As she speaks, Minhee noses at Jisung's jugular, letting her fangs scrape down onto her skin. Jisung doesn't know if she's slicing her flesh open, but she can always hope. Words get stuck in her throat, baring her neck further for Minhee to take.
In lieu of an answer, Jisung nods and pushes her neck into Minhee's mouth, the very tip of her fangs sinking deeper. Her skin doesn't break, but Jisung still moans the loudest she has all day.
"Not yet, princess. Unnie wants to taste something else first." An array of kisses is spread over Jisung's boiling skin, but Minhee's cold lips manage to cool her down slightly.
With one hand, Minhee squeezes Jisung's left breast in her palm as she works her mouth on the other, fangs nipping at her flesh as her tongue circles around Jisung's hard, brown nipple.
She can't help but cant her hips into Minhee's body, wanting more—wanting everything and anything. All Minhee has to offer, Jisung wants.
As the vampire trails wet kisses down Jisung's body, she sometimes stops to suck a small mark into her skin. Nothing big, but all Jisung can think of is how she wishes Minhee would mark her up, turn her skin in shades of red and purple in places only they could see.
Minhee reaches the flesh right over the waistband of Jisung's panties, tracing the lace trim of them. "For me?"
"Ngh, y-yeah," of course, for her. Jisung picked her best pair in the morning. A high waisted pair of panties in a beautiful shade of emerald green, the perfect contrast with her skin. Minhee can't see, but the back of them has a little bow right at the top.
"Better keep them on, then." Minhee whispers right against her, lips slowly moving downwards on the mound of her, kissing her through the material until she reaches her throbbing clit.
With a deep, long inhale, Minhee breathes her in and places a small peck right where Jisung needs her the most. Teasing—savouring, maybe. "God, I can feel you pulsing under me, princess."
"Please unnie, p-please." Jisung's eyes open, letting the light burn her eyes—she doesn't even remember closing them—and then, she looks down, taking in the sight before her.
Minhee’s laying flat on her stomach, face inches away from Jisung's wet cunt, admiring. She moans, whines bubbling in her throat as she ruts down the bed, begging for Minhee to do something.
"You're soaked, baby." Minhee whispers, pressing another kiss to her clothed clit before lapping up her panties, tasting her through the material. "Sweet."
Her tongue finds her opening and she digs deeper, despite the barrier, until the tip of it is lodged inside of Jisung's hole. Jisung doesn't feel much, but the mere sight of Minhee mouthing at her cunt is enough to make her shake.
But it seems Minhee has had enough of teasing. Her hands grab Jisung's knee that had been lying flat on the bed, bending until both of her legs cage her face. One hand wraps around her left thigh, gripping the edge of her panties and pulling them to the side to reveal Jisung's glistening pussy.
Jisung hears her as she takes in a deep breath, her index finger grazing her clit gently. "You're so pretty down here, princess. Could stare at you all day."
Somehow, Jisung isn't really opposed to the idea. "U-unnie, just—please. I need you."
Minhee hums, wetting her lips before she attaches them to Jisung's burning skin. The touch is so light, yet so intense. The vampire only mouths at her pulsing clit, tongue circling the hard bundle of nerves that makes Jisung shake. It's so little yet so much all at once.
The first touch, and Jisung knows she's screwed.
As Jisung shivers on the bed, Minhee's tongue slides down the slit of her pussy, drinking in all of her juices and humming against her skin. And then, she makes her way back up to the coarse hair framing her cunt, lapping at her there too. As if she was starving, not wanting to waste a single drop.
"I knew you taste so fucking good, sweetheart. Is this okay?" Minhee asks, flicking her tongue at Jisung's swollen clit. Almost hard, an angry shade of red. She's never been so turned on in her life before.
"Y-yeah, unnie. 'S good, so good,"Jisung slurs, fisting the sheets in her hands. Minhee's short hair is inviting her to grab—pull, push. Anything. Jisung wants to sink her fingers into her ruby locks and hold her there.
With a hum, Minhee dives back into her cunt, but this time, she doesn't waste a single second. Her lips latch onto her clit and she sucks so hard, Jisung arches off the bed and her hands fly into her hair on their own accord. Her tongue circles that hard nub, making Jisung see stars as she closes her eyes once more—lost in pleasure.
In the distance, she hears a groan, and the next second, she feels hard fangs poking into her labia. She's so sensitive there—so raw, the skin so thin she feels every little scrape of the enamel. Her mind must be fractured, broken beyond repair, because all Jisung wants is for Minhee to sink her fangs deep into her flesh—right there.
"Another time, princess," Minhee mumbles against her, coming up for air. "Do you like these a lot?" She asks, toying with the band of Jisung's panties.
Jisung can only shake her head, quite literally on the verge of sobbing. It should be embarrassing, how close she is already. But Minhee feels so good, and Jisung's first time having sex can’t be going better. Not really. She's laying in the bed of an almost four centuries old vampire, with said vampire down between her legs and eating her out as if she has been starving. Maybe she is.
"N-no, just want you. Please," she begs, and begs again. And again. And again, when she feels Minhee blowing air on her clit, making her throb.
And then, Jisung hears the ripping of fabric before she feels it. Her eyes shoot open, gaze falling to the girl between her legs. There, she finds Minhee with Jisung's—now ripped—panties in her mouth, fangs tearing into the fabric. One half has snapped off, freeing her cunt completely.
"Holy shit, unnie I'm gonna c-come, fuck," she stutters out, arching off the bed when Minhee assaults her clit with her mouth once more, sucking on her until Jisung is squirming and sobbing onto the bed.
Her high is grand. Never ending. Jisung comes for minutes, hours—she doesn't know. Loses track of time as Minhee slips her fingers into her pussy, bringing her to another orgasm almost right away as she abuses her sweet spot.
There's so much leaking out of her, and Minhee only laps it all up. Jisung looks down to find her admiring the sliding of her fingers, licking at the creamy white come coating her fingers.
The thrusting of Minhee's fingers come to a stop shortly after, resting inside of her. Jisung can feel herself clenching around Minhee's digits, and the vampire only slowly slides them out of her when the clenching halts.
"Holy shit," Jisung breathes, chest heaving. There's sweat sticking to all of her, soaking into the bedsheets underneath her body, pooling into the creases of her elbows and the dip of her pelvis where her thighs meet her hips.
But for once in her life, Jisung is too fucked out to even care about it. Not when Minhee looks at her like that. "Y-your turn, unnie."
"'S okay, princess. Are you—"
"No! I want t-to get you off, please. Just .. use me, please? Anything you want." Jisung tries sitting up slightly, but a strong, dry hand pushes her back down the bed.
With a giggle, Minhee pushes her boxers down with one hand past her knees, quickly getting rid of them before straddling Jisung in all her naked glory. And as Jisung grazes her body down with hungry eyes, she can't help but whine as she meets the skin of her cunt. Minhee is glistening under the light, so wet it drips down her labia.
"Actually," Jisung says, gulping down the saliva pooling in her mouth. "If you don't ride my face right now, I think I'll die. And cry myself to sleep every single night until you do. Please unnie. I'll really die. Right now. Combust on the spot, fucking ch—"
"Alright, silly girl. I got it," Minhee giggles, ears red. Jisung wonders how, but she'll ask questions another time. The cherry tint drips down Minhee's chest, almost as if it was burning. But Jisung knows she's cold to the touch.
Slowly, Minhee hikes up Jisung's body. She's so sensual with it, breasts bouncing on her chest and making Jisung's mouth water. She's so fucking hot. So beautiful that if Jisung wanted to, she'd come right on the spot just looking at her.
As Minhee reaches her collarbones, it becomes harder for Jisung to not blatantly stare at her pretty pussy, all on display for her. Soaking wet and glistening. She needs to taste her, even if she has no idea what she's doing.
"Tongue out, princess." Minhee orders, squeezing her tits in her hands. She toys with her own nipples, pinching at them until they're hard. Jisung sticks her tongue out just as demanded, drool already leaking from the corners of her mouth. "Good girl."
And unsurprisingly, Jisung's mouth isn't the only thing that's leaking. Her pussy throbs, and Minhee's words have her squeezing her thighs together to relieve some pressure.
With a steady hand, Minhee reaches down her chest to her soft stomach until she finds her own pussy, using two fingers to spread herself open.
Jisung can't help but stare right at her, drinking in the way her clit twitches, how it pulses under her gaze. She can almost feel it. Almost.
In her 24 years of life, Jisung has been thirsty thousands of times. Dehydrated sometimes, her body begging for hydration, begging for water—anything to help.
But nothing comes close to this.
The second Minhee rests her cunt over Jisung's tongue, pure salvation explodes in her mouth. As if her thirst has never been quenched, right up until this very moment.
Minhee tastes like Jisung's favourite drink. Her favourite meal. Her favourite dessert. Her slick drips into her throat as if it was always meant to be, letting Jisung drink her down until her tongue slides inside of the vampire flawlessly, warmth enveloping the muscle until her clit grinds on the very top of her nose.
Sun pools into Minhee's room, its orange hues painting the walls in a beautiful shade. The skin of the vampire's thighs on each side of her face is cold, cooling Jisung down, but her pussy is so warm. So fucking warm. Jisung wants Minhee to sit here and never get up. Living and breathing be damned. Maybe she can ask Minhee to turn her, then she'd have no problem being smothered by the vampire all day long.
As Minhee starts rutting on her face, Jisung's hands find her ass, pushing and trying to make her understand—use me, unnie. Use me.
And use her, she does, her hands caress up her body until she finds her tits, grabbing them until the skin around her fingers turn white before she pinches her nipples again. A gush of slick slides down Jisung's tongue as she does so, and she stores the information in a neatly tied box at the back of her mind for later.
The grinding quickens, and Minhee moans as her clit gets all the friction it begs for from the point of Jisung’s nose. Jisung can feel it getting wet, and as Minhee grinds up and down her face, the bridge of her nose grows slick too. It's so... hot, being used in such a way.
Minhee only gets faster from then, especially as Jisung digs her fingers into the skin of her ass. She slides off Jisung's tongue until her clit prods at her lips, a silent request—order, really.
Jisung has always been good at following them.
Her lips wrap around Minhee's pulsing, hard clit and she sucks as if she has been waiting for this her entire life. Maybe she has, maybe her subconscious knew that she needed a pretty woman rutting down on her face and using her for her own pleasure.
Strong fingers tangle into her hair and keep her in place, only a mere toy for Minhee to use. Jisung feels herself leaking even more as Minhee rides her face, and can't help but reach down her body until she finds her own clit.
As she works circles over herself, Jisung opens her eyes to find Minhee staring at her, slightly bent over her as one of her hands is braced against the wall. "Fuck, princess. You're so good, shit."
The overstimulation brings tears to Jisung's eyes, one of them slipping past the corner of her eye and sliding down her temple. She moans against Minhee's pussy, sending vibrations right into her clit.
"A-ah, are you crying?" Minhee says, breathless, as she ruts down even harder. Her cunt is so wet it drips down Jisung's chin, the taste of her heaven on her tongue. Jisung will never be able to get enough. But she nods, a handful more salty drops escaping her heavy eyes.
It's as if the confirmation was all Minhee needed to reach her climax, holding Jisung down and rutting on her one last time before moaning high and airy as her orgasm ripples through her body.
Jisung comes for the third time today, clit so sensitive and rubbed raw, but she has never felt better. Minhee shakes on top of her, pussy throbbing and dirtying Jisung's face.
Only a few seconds pass before Minhee rapidly gets off of her, hiking down the bed until she can grab Jisung's cheeks between her hands and smash her lips onto hers, the taste of both of them meeting on their tongue.
Jisung whines into the kiss, grabbing skin where she can, arms winding around Minhee's waist and tugging her closer than she already is, until their bodies meet in the middle and only then, does Jisung feel content.
Minhee's cold skin is what she needed to breathe better, to clear the fog out of her mind. Of course, the vampire's body has gotten warmer because of Jisung, but she's still several degrees cooler than Jisung's boiling hot skin.
As they part, Minhee flops down next to her, but not without pulling Jisung into her, guiding Jisung's leg to lay over her hips. She starts toying with Jisung's hair, letting her hand caress down Jisung's back, raising goosebumps all over her skin.
"You're so sensitive, princess." Minhee mumbles between them, and as Jisung looks over to her, she realizes Minhee's eyes are closed. She looks peaceful, content. Her fangs are still out, poking into her bottom lip.
As promised, after Minhee lends Jisung a long shirt and a pair of shorts she found in her dresser, they walk out of the bedroom together and make their way to the kitchen.
When they walk past the couch, Jisung can only gasp. "Oh my god!" She squeals, eyes landing on three beautiful fur babies sleeping soundly on a blanket. "There's three?"
Minhee laughs, squeezing Jisung's hand before letting go of it. "Hm, they've been with me for over two centuries now. Soonie, Doongie and Dori. In that order from left to right, they're kind of like... my family."
"H-how the fuck have they been with you for so long? Oh my god. Can I go pet them, please? I'll be so gentle! I prom—"
"Go, sweetheart. I'll get our drinks and tell you everything you want to know, okay?" Minhee's eyes are so soft as they look into Jisung's wide and shiny ones, gesturing with her head for Jisung to go join the cuddle pile on the couch.
"Hi sweet babies, I promise I'm nice. I don't bite, unlike someone here!" Jisung chuckles to herself, kneeling in front of the couch and reaching for the tabby cat at the very left. "Dori, right? Hi baby. Or should I say unnie? Technically, you're older than me."
A few minutes later, Minhee comes back with Jisung’s forgotten matcha latte in one hand, and a tall bottle of a syrupy, dark red beverage. Human blood, Jisung remembers. But it doesn’t even make her shiver, no, she only smiles at Minhee.
"You know, you keep saying I bite, but I haven't even bitten you yet, hm?" Minhee teases, sitting next to Dori on the couch, placing Jisung's drink on the coffee table right behind her. "You want me to?"
With a gulp, Jisung nods and scoots over to where Minhee's legs and knees are. The vampire slides them open as if on instinct, making space for Jisung there.
As she smiles, Jisung rests her chin on the top of Minhee's knee and bats her long eyelashes at her, hoping her eyes are as watery as she wants them to be. Jisung brings a hand up to the right side of her neck, touching the patch of skin Minhee kissed earlier.
"Wouldn't I look good with your mark right here, unnie?"
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In true lesbian fashion, Jisung doesn’t leave the cocoon of Minhee's bed until she has to on the next Monday morning. And to her dismay, she walks home with her neck free of a bite, but her mind full of memories she can't wait to relive over and over again.
Right now, Jisung is walking to Minhee's place from her university, a dumb smile on her face and a stride in her steps. She's so excited.
They've been dating for three weeks now, spending the night and day together more often than not. Minhee picks her up from school, and Jisung walks to her on days Minhee isn't available.
They're close to U-Hauling. Jisung is days away from giving up trying to force herself to stay home when all she'd rather do is spend the night in her girlfriend's arms with her cats. But Felix keeps telling her it's too soon. And then she reminds Felix that Chan proposed to her after 8 months of dating.
The old building comes into view, and Jisung frowns as a cramp tugs her body closer to the ground. Maybe she ate something she shouldn't have.
But she ignores it in order to almost run to the door of the complex, typing the code in and doing a little victory dance when she notices the elevator is on the ground floor.
Another cramp hits her as she reaches the 6th floor, and Jisung blames it on the matcha latte she had before school today.
As soon as she steps in front of Minhee's front door, it's yanked open and it reveals her sleepy girlfriend, hair pulled all the way back, as if it was getting in the way. Like this, Jisung can see her sharp jaw and the red in her eyes.
Minhee's clad in an oversized pair of long cotton shorts and a black sports bra, tight on her chest. And nothing else. Jisung is drooling already. Her vampire is so handsome.
"Unnie, I missed you." Jisung whispers, walking straight into Minhee's open arms. They hug for a minute or two, breathing each other in and letting the door close behind them.
"I missed you as well, princess." Minhee kisses her forehead before pulling back slightly, a small smile on her lips. "I already got you comfy clothes, if you want?"
"Worn shirt and boxers?" Jisung pouts up at her and bats her eyelashes slowly, squeezing Minhee's waist between her arms. "Where's my kiss, meanie."
With a giggle, Minhee leans in to place a wet kiss on Jisung's lips, and another—before an array of quick pecks engulf her in a bubble of happiness. "Here's your kiss, sweet girl. Your clothes are waiting for you in the bedroom."
Jisung happily kisses Minhee once more, not wanting to let go just yet. When she starts reluctantly peeling herself away from her girlfriend's body, Minhee reaches down Jisung's own body until her hands are flat on her buttcheeks, groping at them shamelessly.
"Such a nice ass, princess. Want unnie to carry you?" Minhee whispers against Jisung's lips, head cocked to the side slightly.
"Don't look at me like that," Jisung blushes as she speaks, warmth spreading down her body—not yet used to the vampire's antics. She has a feeling she'd never really be. As she lowers her head, Jisung nods so lightly she wonders if Minhee even caught it.
But of course she does. Vampires senses, or whatever. "You're so cute, I'd eat you up if I could."
Before Jisung could even form a reply in her mind, she's hiked up in the air and her legs wrap tightly around Minhee's waist on instinct. Jisung has learned she loves being carried only recently. Minhee never lets her down, especially after fucking Jisung's brains out, making sure she gets to the bathroom in one piece. The vampire loves to carry her.
Like this, or on her back, or even bridal style when Jisung asks her to. It's... a routine, now. Jisung clings to her and has found a way to cool her body down as she overheats—plastering herself to her girlfriend's cold back.
Minhee is always cool to the touch, freezing at night after being away from Jisung for too long. Jisung understands now, it's the lack of response from the vampire's circulatory system; something about her blood vessels just not functioning like a human's do.
It's also why Minhee doesn't sweat, doesn't shiver from the cold—because she simply doesn't feel it.
Well, she does feel it. But her body doesn't really assimilate to it.
"Here you go, princess." Minhee announces as she lets Jisung down on the carpet at the foot of her bed.
Jisung undresses right away, shying away from her partner's intense gaze, especially as she slides her underwear down her thighs in order to step into a pair of boxers a tad too big for her. But she loves how comfortable she feels, especially as she surrounds herself with Minhee's scent.
Strong hands grip her waist, tickling their way to Jisung's buttcheeks once more. This time, Minhee grabs her harder, fingers squeezing the meat of her ass. "Drives me crazy when you wear my clothes, you know?" She whispers, nosing down Jisung's neck.
On instinct, Jisung bares it slightly and gives Minhee more space to kiss her skin, feeling the hard point of her fangs scraping onto her skin. "D'you wanna lay down? We can do nothing before having dinner. I know you're tired lately, sweetheart."
Truthfully, this is all Jisung has been looking forward to all day long. Lying down with Minhee, doing nothing—which meant watching stupid videos on Instagram or YouTube, depending on their mood.
So she nods, and right into bed they go. Jisung feels hotter than usual, her body heat so high she's sweating despite doing absolutely nothing. But as soon as they're next to each other on Minhee's sheets, the vampire senses her discomfort and slides right up next to her, plastering herself to Jisung's back and sneaking her hands under her shirt.
Relief washes over Jisung, and she takes her phone to open up whatever app she sees first. It's mindless scrolling, she knows it, but after such a long day at school, Jisung needs a small break. The disconnection with the real world outside. She watches animal videos and stupid skits, loving the vibrations of Minhee's chest against her as her girlfriend laughs wholeheartedly.
It's... peaceful. The cats aren't with them, probably bird watching or sleeping in their towers, but Jisung feels at home, despite being miles away from her apartment.
But it doesn't last very long. Her stomach starts cramping all over again, this time lower and her skin burns, spreading heat all over her lower stomach and legs.
"You okay?" Minhee asks, nuzzling into Jisung's neck. She usually is when they lay down like this.
"Yeah it's just—my legs are hot?" Jisung replies, swiping on another video. "It'll be fine. My stomach's all messed up today, I probably just... ate something bad."
Minhee nods against her, humming and rubbing circles all over her stomach. It helps, the coldness of her hands makes Jisung shiver, but it helps. After a minute or two, Minhee unsticks herself from Jisung’s back and before she can complain, the vampire slides down the bed until she reaches the middle of Jisung's thighs.
"Turn around, baby." Minhee demands, smiling up at her softly.
So Jisung obeys, but not without a questioning sound echoing past her throat. As soon as she's fully on her other flank, Minhee grabs her right leg and pushes it up in the air before sliding between Jisung's now open thighs. And then, she lowers Jisung's leg back down, placing her other thigh right over her chest—hugging herself with Jisung's legs, really.
"Perfect," she whispers, and Jisung watches as a dumb smile spreads over her lips. "Better for you, bug?"
Bug. Minhee had come up with the pet name a few days after they met. Saying something about how big and wide Jisung's eyes were, and how she reminded her of a cute, little wide-eyed bug. Or a deer. It depends on Minhee's mood, really. But Jisung is fond of it, and finds it cute that her girlfriend's imagination took her there.
It is better like this, because Minhee's chest is cold and it brings Jisung's temperature down a little bit. "Yeah, thank you baby. How are you going to watch the videos now, though?"
"It's okay, I'm in my favourite place to be, can't really complain."
Jisung blushes, thighs squeezing on instinct before she swallows. "Idiot," she whispers, not yet used to Minhee's never ending flirting. She doesn't really want to be, Jisung loves the butterflies and the sparks exploding in her belly whenever Minhee gets like this.
The vampire grabs her phone from her short's pocket, and Jisung goes back to watching her otter video that she had paused for the sake of making room for her vampire.
The click of a camera has her eyes snapping down, catching Minhee snapping selfies of herself with Jisung's thighs as a pillow and a blanket. "Having fun?"
"Totally, you're like .. my favourite scarf. You're so warm, princess." Minhee noses into the meat of Jisung's thigh as she speaks, inhaling deeply.
Jisung giggles, the tip of her girlfriend's nose tickling her inner thigh. Like this, she reaches down to tangle her fingers into Minhee's short hair, twirling the strands with her fingers and massaging her scalp.
From time to time, Minhee lays a gentle kiss to her skin, nibbling Jisung's flesh and marking her up. It feels good, knowing you're this wanted. Minhee doesn't even do it as a means to an end—she just wants to see her art displayed on her girlfriend's skin.
But after five minutes or so, Jisung feels her freeze right in her spot. "Unnie?"
Minhee doesn't reply, as if frozen in her place. From here, Jisung notices the twitching of her nose—it's so rapid, as if she is actively looking for something in particular. And suddenly, Minhee's nose is pressed right into Jisung's crotch. At the very hot center of her body, inhaling deeply.
"W-what are you doing, unnie?" Jisung stutters, cheeks red and heart beating so much faster than it was mere seconds ago.
"Jisungie," Minhee whispers, taking inhale after inhale, pressing even deeper into her. Her face lifts, dark ruby eyes webbed with pulsing veins meeting Jisung's wide ones. "You're on your period, honey."
Oh.
Oh.
So... Minhee has been smelling her blood. Leaking right out of her. Jisung didn't even think about this. But it makes sense, it makes so much sense. Why she's been having rough days, why her back has started to hurt more and her boobs have been sore.
The headaches should have given it away, but Jisung was too caught up in her thesis to even think about her period coming. And of course, she shouldn't have just... forgot. She's dating a vampire. The one being who feeds onto the fluid leaking out of her right now.
"F-fuck, I'm sorry unnie. I forgot it was due this week I just—ugh, let me just go deal with it." She says, shame and embarrassment filling up her chest.
But Jisung can't even move. Minhee pins her to the bed, turning on her stomach and forcing Jisung onto her back. She's so close to her crotch, the smell probably so abundant there—Jisung burns even harder.
"A-ah, unnie! Don't get so close... I probably smell terrible right now, ugh, I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."
"You smell so good to me, princess. Don't be sorry, it's normal human stuff. I used to get my period too, you know?" Minhee reassures, nose digging deeper into Jisung's cunt. It's so filthy. Jisung can feel the blood leaking out of her now, thick and heavy as it trickles down to seep into her underwear. She needs to go clean herself up before it gets worse.
"I—I need to clean up, baby. Don't wanna ruin your sheets."
Minhee groans the second Jisung tries to flee from her hold. And then she looks up at Jisung again, and oh—
Dark ruby lines frame her eyes again, this time darker than they were a minute ago, pulsing and thickening by the second. Her pupils are almost fully dilated, only a thin circle of red lining her pupils left. Her fangs are fully exposed, dripping with saliva, poking into her bottom lip. Jisung's never seen her like this before.
When Minhee feeds, faint lines appear by her eyes, but she explained to Jisung that it was the normal reaction her body had in the proximity of blood.
But right now, Minhee looks... hungry.
Scratch that, she seems to be starving.
"You know," Minhee grins, a filthy look etched onto her face. "Unnie hasn't eaten right from the source in a long time, princess." "
Is Minhee implying what Jisung thinks she is? Surely, she's not—
"Let me clean you up, baby. It'll help with the pain, too."
"Unnie!" Jisung flushes, thighs closing around Minhee's head on instinct. "That's so—I'm so gross right now, I probably smell terrible an—"
A small bite right into the fat of her thigh has Jisung whining, back arching the slightest bit. "You smell divine to me right now, Jisungie. Unnie wants to eat you up. Can I?"
And Jisung's never... done anything of the sort. She doesn't even touch herself when her period hits, because she can't be bothered with the mess and the clean up. But here, she wouldn't have to do anything. She'd have to take what Minhee has to offer and let herself be played with. Be eaten.
"But isn't it... dirty, unnie? I feel... so gross when I'm on my period, I smell bad and I'm cranky. And I'm in pain... although right now it's okay." Jisung confesses, enjoying the slow run of Minhee's thumb into her thighs.
She feels every single trickle of blood coming out of her, and she clenches, trying to keep it all inside.
"Never gross, baby. Your body is doing what it's meant to be doing, yeah? You don't smell bad to me, not at all. And it's okay if you're cranky and in pain, every single person that menstruates has the right to be. That shit's painful and it sucks." Minhee sounds softer now, the glow in her eyes subdued and the veins around her eye sockets fainter than they were before. "But that's why you have a wonderful vampire girlfriend who is more than willing to make it all better, hm?"
And Jisung ponders on it in her fuzzy mind. She does feel gross, but she also can tell how much Minhee wants it. How badly she's craving for what Jisung's body is naturally letting go of. What wrong would it do? Orgasms are supposed to help with the cramps, although Jisung can't really advocate for it.
As she takes a deep breath, Jisung nods. "Okay, unnie. Go... go ahead, eat up." She breathes, opening her legs once more, making enough space for her girlfriend.
"Fuck, thank you princess." Minhee whispers, burying her nose right into Jisung's clothed crotch.
But it's not long before that crazed hunger strikes Minhee again, and Jisung moans when her boxers are peeled away from her body, a streak of blood right in the centre of them. Minhee doesn't care, no, she throws them in her room somewhere and dives right in.
The first lick to Jisung's pussy feels weird. Her brain isn't getting the signal, still focusing on the part of her that yells at her that she's menstruating and her girlfriend is lapping at her blood, right from the source. But the other part of Jisung, the one that understands and is getting needier by the second, is begging to feel that pleasure in its entirety.
Minhee isn't shy with it. She licks at her in broad strokes, sucks at the blood coating Jisung's clit before dipping down, lower, until she reaches Jisung's opening.
She thrusts her tongue inside of her and groans right away, starving, before gulping her down and fucking her with her tongue. Like this, Jisung is forced to focus on her pleasure, on the feeling of Minhee's tongue caressing her walls and thrusting in and out of her.
It's still filthy, especially as she dares to look down at the vampire eating between her legs and catches her as she pulls back to take a breath.
Minhee looks insane. Blood stains her chin, her lips, her nose—there's even some that's landed onto her cheeks. She looks murderous, crazy and the worst part—
The worst part is that it turns Jisung on even more. Her stomach boils with it. Minhee looks at her and smiles, fangs dripping with liquid crimson until it follows a path down her chin and onto her neck. It's... hot. Jisung finds it so fucking hot that she buries her hands into Minhee's hair and pushes her right back where she was a minute ago.
She can feel Minhee giggling into her cunt before her tongue laps at her from her perineum to her clit. And she's so messy with it. She lets her spit drip down her chin and Jisung's labia; and doesn't care when blood gets into the tip of her nose as she digs her tongue deep inside of Jisung. She just wants. She craves, even.
"U-unnie, s'good. S'so good, fuck." Jisung whines, back arching off the bed as she gets closer and closer to her climax.
It hasn't even been a five full minutes, and she's already on the verge of cumming all over the bed. She's so sensitive, and she can feel her clit twitching with every single thrust of Minhee's tongue. And every time Minhee gulps her meal down, Jisung moans a loud noise that has the vampire grinning against her.
It's so hot, so warm as she gets eaten up with such... devotion. She's sure that she stained the sheets below her, but Minhee doesn't seem to care—and she probably didn't even pay attention to that, either.
Minhee doesn't even speak. Too busy eating her up, making her feel good. She's lost in Jisung's pussy, thrusting her tongue in so deep, Jisung moans the loudest she has today. Soon enough, two fingers replace her vampire's tongue, circling her opening slowly.
"In-inside, please, unnie, I'm so close." She begs, eyes closed and hands still buried into Minhee's ruby hair.
"Anything for you, baby," Minhee whispers against her, slowly pushing her fingers inside of her.
A cacophony of moans ripple out of Jisung's mouth, walls so sensitive. The glide is so smooth, the blood seeping out of her easing her girlfriend's fingers inside. Minhee starts fucking her with them right away, not wasting a single second before crooking them up and abusing her sweet spot once she finds it.
Arching off the bed, Jisung opens her eyes and looks at Minhee with tears in her eyes, taking in the beautiful girl between her legs.
Minhee has blood all over her face, down to her neck even. Her fangs are so long, tainted red and all Jisung wants is for her to sink them into her thighs.
"Bite me," Jisung moans, guiding Minhee's head to her left thigh with her hands still deep in her hair. "Pl-please unnie, bite me h-here."
This time, Minhee growls. She hisses a noise Jisung has never heard before, as if she is fighting against her own fangs. "Baby."
"Please, please unnie I need it—need you to do it." Begging always works on her girlfriend, Jisung has learned that much. The pace of Minhee’s fingers inside of her quickens, a wet sound echoing throughout the bedroom. It should be embarrassing, really, but Jisung is far too lost in pleasure to pay it any attention.
"Are you sure, Jisungie? You've never been bitten before, I—"
"Y-yes! I'm so sure, fuck, please unnie. Please," the last word is only whispered out, a sob racking through her body as her stomach coils. There's so much pressure in her clit, in her hole—everywhere. She needs to come, needs to let it go, but it's almost as if she's missing one little thing.
A kiss is delivered to her left thigh, leaving a bloody mark behind. And then, blinding pain.
Jisung cries like she never has before, an ugly sound ripping through her throat, her back arching off the bed at such an angle it hurts.
But nothing hurts like the fangs deep into her skin. Nothing has ever felt as good as this.
The fingers inside of her never stop their quick, unforgiving pace right into her sweet spot, and as soon as Minhee starts drinking right from her thigh, Jisung comes the hardest she has in her life.
Quite literally.
The force of her orgasm pushes Minhee's fingers out of her and Jisung squirts. Something she's never done before—but it seems like a lot of her firsts will be attached to Minhee's name.
Her vampire forces her fingers back in her hole, abusing her sweet spot and tearing more moans and come out of her. It's so messy. There's blood seeping to the sheets, squirting juices wetting her shirt and the bedding as well as Minhee's hair.
But Jisung doesn't care. She comes, and comes again as if it is a never ending rollercoaster.
The fangs retreat from inside her body, and Jisung forces her eyes open to watch as blood drips from the tip of Minhee's sharp fangs. The wound on her thigh is surrounded by so much drying blood, but the punctures are already closing, scabbing over with the help of Minhee's venom.
Both of them are breathing heavily, and Jisung watches as Minhee's other hand retreats from underneath her own body. Did she just—come from biting Jisung?
"Fuck, princess." Minhee lays her forehead on Jisung's other thigh, licking her lips and smiling as she catches her breath. "You're heaven."
A snort rips itself from the cavity of Jisung's mouth, before she laughs wholeheartedly. "You just ate me out when I'm bleeding all over the sheets and I'm heaven? Unnie, you're ridiculous."
Jisung looks at her with stars in her eyes—something akin to love, really. A beautiful thing. Jisung embraces it with open arms, despite some fear settling into the pit of her stomach.
"Come kiss me, unnie." She says, cradling her vampire's face between her hands. Minhee's face is warm, and her eyes widen a bit at Jisung's words.
"I'll taste like blood, princess. Let me go rinse my mouth, yeah?" Minhee starts getting on her knees, but Jisung only grabs her face harder.
With a shake of her head, she pulls Minhee towards her and giggles as her girlfriend stumbles forward, catching herself on her hands by Jisung's head. "I don't care, kiss me. Please?"
Jisung rounds her eyes as best as she can, batting her eyelashes rapidly and pouting a little. Her best weapon when it comes to Minhee, really.
"Needy girl," Minhee whispers, before leaning down and closing the gap between them.
And she is right, she does taste like blood. It's metallic and a little too odd for Jisung's taste, but she doesn't really care. Instead, she prods at Minhee's lips with her tongue, begging for entrance, and breathes out when she's granted inside.
After kissing for a few minutes, Minhee looks down at the both of them and laughs. "Let's go take a shower, bug."
Jisung flushes once more, the reminder that she's made a mess everywhere looking right at her. She feels it now, the dried blood on her legs, the wetness pillowing her butt. Minhee's front hair pieces are wettoo, and Jisung whines in embarrassment.
"I made such a mess, ugh, I'm sorry unnie." She says, hiding behind her palms. "I probably ruined your sheets, too."
"It's okay, pretty girl. You can ruin all of my sheets if it means I get to eat my favourite meal. I’ll clean it all up, don't even worry about it." Minhee reassures, kissing the tip of Jisung's nose. "Unnie's learned so many tricks to wash blood out of many different types of fabric.”
As she smiles, Minhee presses another small kiss to her forehead, sitting back on her knees and wincing as they crack under the pressure.
"I'm so old, god."
Jisung snickers, sitting up on her elbows. "Don't say it like that, it'll turn me on again."
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Pink and orange neon lights blind Jisung's vision for a second, before she gets used to them.
The feeding club is not so packed today, but there's still a lot of bodies hurdled together on the dance floor. A pop beat is playing, but Jisung doesn't really pay attention to it. No, she pays attention to the vampire grinding into her ass.
Minhee insisted on wearing her strap tonight. Jisung wants to die.
Teeth scrape at her throat, leaving red marks in their wake as Minhee mouths at her skin. "You feel it, pretty girl?"
Whines bubble out of Jisung's dry mouth, hips rocking back into Minhee's crotch. Her cock presses into her, through the thin material of her skirt—Jisung wore that on purpose. It’s short and flimsy. Easy access, like Minhee had said.
"A-ah, I do unnie. Want it now," Jisung moans, thankful for the low lights of the club. It's almost as if she is drunk, but the club prohibits alcohol, so this is all Minhee's doing.
She feels as Minhee smirks against her neck, nose deep into her skin as she inhales the thick scent of her blood. "Not yet, baby. Won't you let unnie eat first?"
So, Jisung nods. Because there's nothing else she wants. They came here for a reason—Chan and Felix are probably outside, or in the bathroom, and Felix is probably inches deep inside of him. Jisung doesn't know, doesn't care—all she wants is to feel her vampire somewhere.
Minhee grabs her hand then, yanking her away from the crowd and right into the fresh air of the smokers's area. It's kind of a deja-vu.
Months ago, Jisung stood there and watched as a couple got lost into their world and then, she met the love of her life.
Right now, Minhee is pushing her in that same corner the couple had been, and pins her to the cold wall behind her. "Hi, little bug."
Jisung feels like prey, caught in a vampire's gaze, unable to free herself from the creature before her. Not that she ever wants to.
"Hey, handsome." She whispers, brushing Minhee's short hair behind her ear.
Jisung is pulsing with want on every single inch of her body. Her jugular is begging for attention, and she's sure Minhee can smell it off of her. Her pussy is throbbing, panties sticky with her arousal and so wet she knows the dusty pink cotton is translucent now.
But that can wait for later. Jisung was promised something—and in return, she told her vampire that she'd let her fuck her in the bathroom. Jisung feels like the winner here, both of her fantasies getting real in a single night.
"Unnie," she whimpers, her body closing in on itself to appear smaller, more vulnerable. Her eyes are rounded and wet, her bottom lip jutted out into a dirty pout. "Eat me?"
If you told Jisung from a year ago that she would be indulging in this, she would have never really believed you.
As she bares her neck for the vampire before her, Minhee smirks with fangs so sharp they'd slice through thick leather.
And just as Jisung takes a deep breath, those sharp fangs sink deep into the side of her neck, followed by a gasp coming from only a few meters away.