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'made to kill.' (4.4k) vampire!bakugou katsuki x female reader

warnings: hematolgania (blood play), reader is a vampire (reader has red eyes), alcohol & drugs mentioned, violence, human deaths, blood-drinking, no prep vaginal sex, angry/aggressive sex, yandere!bakugou, marking kink/ownership kink, very dubcon (blood frenzy & bkg uses venom on the reader), toxic relationship.

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"Hey! Watch where you're going!" a man's voice shouted over the bass over the music, he was drenched in the stench of sweat and whatever drug was currently coursing through his veins—ketamine, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was revolting and tasted sour on your tongue when you pressed it against the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from talking back to him.

Instead, you glance at him, feigning the best doe-look you could possibly muster and the effect was almost immediate. The man's features softened as he lapped up your complexion, the beautiful curve of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes before you spoke. "I'm so sorry!" you yell back loud enough over the bump of the music. You weren't sorry, not in the slightest. You don't think you've ever felt remorse in the 487 years of being 'alive'.

Before he could speak again you slipped back into the crowd, working your way through the overly warm bodies that made the skin on the back of your neck prickle with something deep and dark, a primal urge that had been gifted to you so many years ago by someone who called themselves your saviour. Speaking of your saviour, it was said he was here tonight. It was odd and extremely rare to come face to face with your sire once they had let you spread your wings and leave the nest but there was always this pull in the chest of someone who had been sired—to seek out the one who had made you immortal.

Your eyes scanned over the crowd of people, all of them were human, and they were all very stupid for stepping foot into the building tonight. But could they really be blamed? They didn't see the barrier they stepped through nor did they realise the alcohol they had been taking all night was laced with a multitude of drugs. Though you did have to give it to the man in charge, it was an ingenious plan. Humans were creatures of habit, they yearned for the promise of forgetting what pathetic lives they lived and would wander far to reach said promise.

And that's how they ended up in the abandoned hospital in the middle of nowhere. If you recall correctly, it actually used to be a hospital to treat the insane. It was quite the hotbed for paranormal activity and thus in turn was a great hangout for things of other supernatural heritage. Namely vampires. It was dark and cold, no one came here unless they were foolish enough to try and "hunt" the undead.

They never did return from those investigations, and neither will any of the people in the room right now. They're unaware of the fact by the time it strikes 2 am, they'll all be dead.

"We didn't expect to see you here tonight," you didn't need to turn your head to know who that was. The person speaking to you leaned against the wall beside you, his presence was suffocating. "In fact, most of us thought you had fled the country after the stunt you pulled."

Finally, you look up at the man, his long thick red hair pulled back into a half-and-half updo to reveal those ruby-red eyes that glowed even without the help of the numerous strobe lights in the room. "He's still got you acting as his lapdog?" you avoid his question, catching the glint of the large fangs in his mouth when he cracks a grin. Kirishima was one of the more terrifying vampires you had ever encountered, you had barely escaped with your life the last time he was sent to 'take care' of you.

"Something like that," he shifts his body slightly, now leaning a shoulder against the wall and letting his body naturally tower over your own. "Do I need to be worried about you being here?"

You shoot him a look, "Red, we both know if you saw me as an actual threat I would be dead by now."

Kirishima huffs a laugh, tilting his head in agreement before his eyes darted back out to the crowd. "Do you plan on staying for the killing hour?"

"No, you've pumped these idiots full of drugs that it wouldn't even taste good."

He hums in response, his body shifting once again and you follow his line of sight to above the main dance floor. They seemed to have knocked out the floor above to make it more suitable for their activities, and in turn, gave themselves a perch to sit upon whilst they watch their prey work themselves into quite the frenzy. Your heart threatens to burst at the sight of the person you had in truth come seeking unwillingly, the red of his eyes was harsher than anyone else's—fresh from a recent kill. His blonde hair was still as restless as it had been all those years ago when he saved your life but instead of the soft look he had once given you, it was replaced with a snarling scowl.

It was the reaction you had expected, yet it still made your heart pang in rejection from your sire.

"He wants you to—"

"He can come down from his throne and tell me himself if he wants me to leave." you spit back, pushing off of the wall to wander back into the crowd of humans. The burn of the crimson eyes was hot against your cold skin, ripping apart your body and staring directly into your soul—begging you to turn around and make the fatal mistake of making eye contact with the strongest vampire in all of Japan.

The crowd ebbed and flowed around you, bodies moving in time with whatever god-awful rhythm was no doubt being played by the resident Raijuu. Denki Kaminari was a harmless beast, a rare one, however, he had the tendency to run with the wrong crowds. He had since the beginning of time, and he had always been stuck close to the kingpin of the vampiric world—Katsuki Bakugou. Your Sire.

You can't quite recall the moment the relationship soured between the two of you. As far as you could remember, the blonde had quite a soft spot for you despite the hard-set frown on his face and the grim words that fell from his mouth when he was particularly angry. But that anger was never directed at you, he always treated you with the utmost care and respect—until he didn't. It happened one evening, that bond that held your heart tightly suddenly slacked and loosened as if you'd been set free but you couldn't quite understand why. Not until you had returned to the usual haunt of a bar that Bakugou always resided in to find him with another human.

Rationally, you knew he was feeding, he had told you that he had no more desires for turning people into undead vampiric leeches but the bond only ever loosened until it was no more when he had moved onto sire another—did this mean he had no longer had a use for you? Would he simply 'dispose' of you? You didn't want to find out. So irrationally kicked in, and this birthed the "stunt" Kirishima had continued to hold over your head for so many years. It was a messy ordeal, you had worked your way through the bar that very night to obliterate every single last human in the bar, it was truly frightening how much strength you didn't realise you had and just how fascinating it was to be able to rip a person apart with a single bite. This included the human woman that screamed for Bakugou to save her from the clutches of your hands.

Of course, he didn't. Instead, he just glared at you, an unreadable expression on his face. And that's when you found out Kirishima wasn't kept around for just his good looks or his ability to smooth talk his way around town but rather for the fact he could rip through a steel door with his bare hands.

In truth you had made yourself scarce following the incident, Kirishima was always hot on your tail and you weren't unaware of the fact Bakugou would go to the coven of witches to try and track you down. He however was not the only one with a magic user on his side—you'd have to thank Midoriya later for doing a spectacular job on the charm you wore around your neck to ensure you could get through the barrier of the hospital without bursting into flames.

"Your thoughts are still too loud."

If it were possible, you imagine your blood would've run cold at the sound of the gruff voice that spoke with sheer power that demanded respect. It seeped through your ears, muddying your brain with the urge to turn around and face him. But that only meant one thing, he'd win in a heartbeat and you're certain you'd be dead on the floor within that same heartbeat. Despite vampires being amongst the strongest at the top of the food chain with the ability to not be affected by other supernatural beings, that was overpassed by someone who had created you.

Bakugou Katsuki was known as the King of Tokyo for a reason, he could look someone in the eye and they'd explode on the spot. He was a force of nature, and even you feared what he could do.

You hardly have any time to react before there's a strong, cold, body pressed against the back of your own. The smell of something rich and spicy sticks to the back of your tongue when you try to swallow, his power wraps itself around you and chokes down any thoughts that are telling you to move away from him. Bakugou effortlessly wraps his arms around you, one across your shoulders with a large hand gripping you tight whilst the other arm circles around your waist to ensure you don't move.

It's far too natural how easily you fall back into the memory of how this was once your everyday life, to be held and doted on by a man who could crush anyone with just one hand. His body moulds around yours, just like yours perfectly moulds into the shape you've left in his chest after all these years apart. He lowers his head, tucking his chin against your shoulder and you get a peek of those blonde locks that you could spot a mile away.

"If you listened to Kirishima for one second longer," he starts, voice lowered enough so only you could listen to the honeyed words he whispers into your ear. "You would've known that I didn't intend to ask him to make you leave. I wanted you to come and join me."

His words confuse you, had he not looked at you with utter disgust from up on his manmade perch? Had he not sent Kirishima after you all those years ago? The man in question hums against your ear, body moving when he starts to sway a little to the beat of his own drum in his head. "Still so loud, sweetheart." he rasps against your ear, the coolness of his breath makes your skin burn with gooseflesh.

"I don't understand." You manage to say, you know you don't have to speak over the noise of the music and the chanting of the crowd for him to hear his whispered words. His fingers tighten against your shoulder, muscles in his forearm tensing to press against your throat and pulling your head back further into his shoulder. "I thought you wanted me dead."

"I did," he admits, still curling himself around your body like a snake would with its prey. You know it's too late to try and get him off of you, especially with the way he noses his way down from your ear and to your exposed neck. His breath puffs out against the scarred mark he had left all those years ago on your flesh, it's the one thing you had never been able to fully heal and Bakugou has never been happier with that tiny fact. "But I realised I couldn't live without you."

Your heart for the second time tonight threatens to burst, how it squeezes despite having not moved an inch in over 400 years. Your head feels light and fuzzy, you try to blink away the haze setting over your eyes but it's too late—his plan is finally in motion. You're barely able to register the wet feeling against your exposed flesh, the smell of copper filling the air before the first scream overpowers the bass of the music. It feels like everything is moving in slow motion, how the bodies start to fall and how it seems to be raining blood.

That age-old craving is back, it has your fangs aching in your mouth. How long had it been since you ate someone? Feasted on their blood and felt the power Bakugou had gifted to you? It feels like forever, and when the drop hits your parted lips whilst you try to suck in a breath, you can feel the reins slip from your fingers. Your tongue darts out on instinct, the droplet gone within the same millisecond that it had been against your lips and suddenly you feel your hunger tenfold.

Over the blood frenzy that's rapidly setting into your bones, you can see the flash of red hair and rippling muscles that are tearing through people like they were nothing. Kirishima. You should've known that he'd be the one responsible for turning this into a bloodbath, and your body itches to dart forward to join in but the arms around you tense up a little more almost crushing you.

"Welcome back, my love." he rasps before there's a pinching sensation spreading from your neck and down along your shoulder, followed by a rush of something molten hot. It has your body writhing, your hands curling into fists until your claws are forced to pierce into the flesh of your palms and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your mind is tortured whilst Bakugou remains latched to your neck, drinking in your essence and forcing you to live through every memory he's endured in your absence. You can feel his pain and longing, he had truly missed you and he was going to make sure you knew that.

The next time your eyes blink open and adjust to the blinking lights around you, you realise the music had long stopped but there's absolutely no one here but one person who calls to you like a homing beacon. You turn in time to see Bakugou wiping a bloodied hand over his jaw, dousing his skin even more in the sticky red and you can't help but track his movements. That's when you register the sticky feeling on your body, how your clothing sticks to your body like a second skin and the satisfying feeling in your stomach of finally being full, sated.

"You back with me?" he asks, tongue darting against his bottom lip before he grins. His teeth are bloodied, his tongue a darkened shade of red and his eyes are glowing in the dark. You imagine you look the exact same. His gait is slow yet every step is made with purpose as he steps over the bodies on the floor, eyes solely locked onto your own until suddenly he's in your face. Large, bloodied, hands are cupping either side of your face. You feel the way the blood seeps into your pores, how it gathers in your hair and clumps together, yet you can't pull away from the way he's looking at you.

His thumbs roll over the apple of your cheeks, and you assume to clear away some of the blood before he's moving in. He's fast, always has been, his lips are consuming yours. The way he moves against you is as if he's punishing you, berating you with the violence of his kiss—how dare you leave him? He crowds your space so easily, towering over you with not just his stature but the natural power he possesses, it has you choking on his very essence. You try to grasp at his clothes, your fingers slipping against the slicked material doused in the blood of the innocent.

You can taste their blood on his tongue, in the saliva that he lets drip from his tongue and the venom that's dripping from his fangs. It burns at your throat but the throb in between your thighs makes it easy to ignore. Something in your mind was screaming at you to stop, but how could you listen to that voice when he was manhandling you backwards until you thumped against the cold broken wall of what must've been the recreational room of the hospital. "Let go, Y/N." he growls against your lips, "Come back to me."

Something brushes against your lips, and you blink away the red haze over your eyes to see Bakugou staring at you intently and he presses forward again. That's when you register the coolness of his skin against your lips, it was easy to let your fangs sink into the hardened skin of his forearm that could withstand the force of a speeding train. Bakugou groans, the red of his eyes slowly being consumed by black until he looked something entirely inhuman. His blood had always been sweet, and you still revel in the fact that you're the only other being in the entire world who had been graced with the opportunity to drink from his royal blood.

Bakugou couldn't take his eyes away from you, watching how your throat bobbed with each greedy mouthful. Your eyes were slowly changing from that shimmering amber tone, not quite red yet meaning you had starved yourself, until they matched his, a deep crimson until it faded into black. He had to have you in every sense of the word, he needed to feel his soul reconnect with yours. The regret that wrapped itself around his heart with sharp metal daggers had been eating away at him ever since he saw the pain on your face that night.

If only you had waited a moment to realise that he wasn't planning on turning another, but rather he was going to aid your ascension to something more than just his sired pet.

He moves faster than your brain is able to register, the blood rushing through his body putting him at the top of his game. He has you beneath him in milliseconds, the blood on the floor soaking into the back of your clothes and clotting in your hair but he can see that it doesn't bother you one bit. Your lips were saturated in his blood, he remembers the conversation he had with you when he offered you his blood for the first time after your transition.

"Is it not taboo to drink from another?" you had asked, eyes filled with worry that maybe it would be toxic to you to consume the blood of another dead soul.

Bakugou shook his head, a hand carding through your hair whilst he hovered over you in the bed of silk sheets. "Not at all, it's the most intimate thing we leeches can do."

It has shivers running down his spine, the reveries alighting that old flame in his stomach and he's lurching forward to capture your lips again. His hands move with renewed vigour as do yours, ripping away at his clothes and he, yours. The growl that tears through his throat isn't as threatening as it should be when your sharpened claws drag across his skin, tearing through it like scissors to paper.

He's not gentle with you either, a hand wraps around your throat to slam you to the ground hard enough to make the concrete splinter beneath the two of you and he's snarling in your face. Elongated fangs soaked in a mixture of his own blood and yours, the sight should be frightening but instead, it has your hips rutting up to meet his own with a sickly sweet mewl.

The look he gave you wasn't like anything you had seen before, his eyes were locked onto you much like a beast would with its prey. He looked like he may just eat you whole. There's a slicing sound before the wet coolness of the floor spreads across your ass and down the back of your thighs before he's hauling your legs over his hips. His fingers slip against your thighs so easily, gliding through the inky red that clung to you.

There's a beat of silence, just the huffing breaths between the both of you before the pressure between your legs makes you yelp. Your eyes widen to look down between the two of you, and you're not surprised to see he had in fact shoved his cock into you with no prep. It has your thighs tensing and walls naturally crushing around him in an attempt to stop him from pushing. What a shame that the man is stronger than you ever will be.

"Don't fight me," he huffs, eyes locked between the two of you before a hand joins to rub quick precise circles into your clit that has your hips rocking upwards to aid his endeavour in pushing his way through your walls until he was fully sheathed in your throbbing tight sex. "Doesn't it feel good? To be back where you belong?"

It does. It feels natural to be back under him, to be wrapped around him and intertwining your souls once again. It has your pained whimpers transforming into moans and murmurs of his name. "K-Katsuki, please." You huff, your claws digging into his forearms when he hunches himself over you to look directly into your eyes.

"Please what?" he doesn't move an inch despite your writhing, the muscles in his body steeling themselves like he was made of marble.

Licking the blood from your lips, you meet his mean gaze. "Fuck me already, I can't wait anymore."

He obliges immediately. His hips roll back before he's throwing them forward, the force of it has your body shifting along the floor easily with the aid of the bloodied concrete before he's grabbing at your thighs with big hands and holding you in place. His claws dig into your skin, easily breaking the reinforced skin before he's fucking into you with a snarl on his face. He looks unbelievably angry like he'd been betrayed by someone.

You imagine he believes he had been betrayed by you, you did lash out first, you did leave immediately, and you did cut him out of your mind link. Is that what he wanted? To be reconnected with you once again so he could see through your own eyes as if they were his? Your mind felt so muddy, wading through your thoughts was impossible with the pulsing of the blood rushing through your veins and the venom that pricked beneath your skin.

His fingers wrap themselves back around your throat, holding you in place when he hunches himself down and over you until his forehead is pressed against your own. His pace doesn't take a hit with the new position he's in, in fact, it feels like he's somehow deeper. Your moans are what he imagines it's like to hear an angel sing, it bounces off of the decaying walls and resonates deep in the pits of where his soul should be. "Let. Me. In." He snarls, not breaking eye contact when he speaks the command.

You have no choice but to let him in, reopening that link between the two of you is like trying to draw blood from a stone. It has a vein popping along your temple, and the throbbing in your mind feels like your head might explode the longer you stare into his eyes. There's a blissful second of nothing but silence before you're bombarded by a voice. "There you go." "What a good girl, I knew you could do it for me." His voice is loud in your head, with no escape from the rich timbre whilst he continues to fuck you with a reckless pace.

The pleasure you're feeling is doubling tenfold, you can feel everything. You can feel his pleasure as well as your own, you can feel the way you throb around his cock and in turn the way your walls are fluttering, milking him for all he's worth. You can taste the metallic bitterness of your own blood that's coursing through his own veins, and when you reopen your eyes you're staring directly into his own. But it's much more than that, it's as if you're staring into his soul, every emotion he had felt over the last 200 years without you has your body writhing.

It's too much, far too much information being forced into your brain and your eyes roll into the back of your head once Bakugou latches his lips back onto your throat. "Mine," the voice in your mind snarls, rumbling deep into your brain until it settles into your bones. "You'll only ever be mine."

The sinking of his teeth into your throat feels different now you've connected with him again, you feel the euphoric pleasure that rolls down his spine and forces his hips to continue to rut like a dog into your wet heat. The feeling has your orgasm snapping violently in your gut, your walls squeezing around his cock until he's forced to part from your throat with a low moan, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of his own rapture.

His cum is oddly hot inside of you, it always was an odd contrast to the usual coldness of your body and it often dropped you back into the days when you were just a human. Bakugou continues to roll his hips, forcing his cum to stay deep inside of you before he's settling his hips against your own and holding his weight on his forearms on either side of your head.

Finally, you look up at him with bright red eyes, swallowing the thickness in your throat and you track the way his adam's apple bobs when he copies the movement. "I've missed you," you whisper into his mind, and you see the instant relief settle on his face.

A hand gently comes down along your face, picking off the strands of hair that dried into the blood coating your skin before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too, princess," his voice even sounds softer in your mind, you can't help but relax under him when he pushes his own emotions into you. "I'm never letting you go."

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