The Vampire Kyle (Kyle X Reader)

Eyes On Fire

After Y/N came along, porn was never the same again. She was so beautiful in every sense of the word it destroyed all other preconceived notions he had about passion. His imagination was the place she belonged, where he could see her fulfilling his fantasies.

What would she sound like when she was moaning his name? What would her lips feel like on his? Or wrapped around his cock...

Kyle started to stroke himself moaning softly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught his reflection in the mirror on the side of the room. His eyes were red and desperate. How could she get wet with that monstrous gaze looking back at her?

I mean, she is into vampires and my fangs don't seem to bother her. Maybe she could still be turned on when my eyes are red.

He pictured himself pressing her up against the wall as his lips trailed kisses down her neck and...

His grip tightened.

Tasting her blood...

No, I shouldn't think those things about her.

But then again, it was just him and his most private thoughts. Just this one time he'd fantasize about biting into her making her scream from pleasure, pain, and maybe a little fear too. Her screams would sound so beautiful. And her blood... he imagined she would taste like his favorite type.

For Estries, blood enhanced sex tenfold.

When his curiosity first started, he noticed he would feel a blood craving whenever he masturbated. But it wasn't out of hunger it was the taste he was craving. The first time he combined the two he immediately noticed the difference. Every sensation was heightened and every area became sensitive. Now he always combined them.

He took a sip and stroked faster thinking about her.

He remembered when he accidentally saw her in her underwear, how perfect her body was. He imagined that body under him now with her nails running down his back...

He bit his lip, he was getting close...

She would feel so good moving up and down on him. He would make a mess of her, with his cum and with her blood.

With a few heavy breaths and a whine, he finished all over his hand.

He knew that having sex with her would be too dangerous. His bloodlust would be difficult to control especially if he was inside her. He slumped back on his couch frustrated.

Fuck this curse.

She would be his undoing

...

Your phone buzzed

Stan 🎸: Jimmys house is on 1331 street its the brown one

Y/N 🥀: cool be there in a min

If they played anything like they played the other night, you were in for a treat.

Jimmy opened the door for you, "Y/N! It's cool you made it very much!"

"Yeah, I wouldn't miss it! You're honestly the best drummer I've ever seen I'm already a fan!"

Jimmy blushed leading you down to the basement. It had lots of soundproof padding on the walls, probably so Mr. and Mrs. Valmer could get some peace and quiet.

Kyle and Stan were on opposite couches strumming random songs with deep concentration. Kyle bolted upright almost losing his balance when you came down.

"Y/N, you came!"

"Of course I did! I wouldn't miss it" You throw your arms around him in an intimate hug. For a second he freezes unsure of where to put his hands before he melts into your touch and rests his hands on your back. Everything felt right in his arms and you could swear you heard his heart beat faster.

"Ok," Stan said snapping you both back to reality, "I've got some new songs to try out if you guys are down."

He passes around two copies. You lean in next to Kyle to read it.

I won't soothe your pain, I won't ease your strain*

You'll be waiting in vain, I've got nothing for you to gain

Eyes on fire, Your spine is ablaze

And just in time, In the right place

Steadily emerging with grace

"Wow Stan, these are amazing, where do you come up with this stuff?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "Oh you know, just riffin' off the goth kids and whatever comes along to inspire me."

The next few hours the boys spend going over how the song should sound and what inflections Kyle should sing them in.

Once they got the chorus down they started to test it out.

Even unfinished you were begging for the rest of the song. Kyle's bass line and siren voice drew you in.

"What's your opinion, Y/N? Is it missing something?" Stan asked.

"I think so far it sounds good! I love the contrast of the low beat to Kyle's higher voice, maybe play that up?"

"I a-a-agree fellas. I mean come on. How did I not see it before?"

The boys nod and try your suggestion.

"Spot on. I like it, what do you guys think?" Stan praised. Everyone's heads nodded in approval.

"We just might make it if you bring her around more often," he said nudging Kyle, "You're always invited back Y/N."

As the boys wrap up, Kyle walks you to your bike, "I'm really glad you could come today."

"Really? Because at lunch you looked like you'd rather die than have me over."

"No! No no that's not it! It's just... I was shocked that Stan invited you But not like that! I mean, of course, I wanted you to come, it's just that, usually only girlfriends are allowed to watch... "

A lingering silence filled the air. You waited for him to say something, anything, but he looked positively petrified.

You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, "Let's hope he still lets me come regardless."

As you ride away you see him standing there watching you go with his hand still pressed to his cheek.

Kyle

Stupid Stupid Stupid.

The perfect time to make a move and he froze up!

He had the patience to wait for her. Maybe it wasn't the right time yet.

...

The Monday before Halloween weekend was always a big deal in South Park. Every kid would strategize the best method to collect the most candy in one night and all the high schoolers would arrange their upcoming parties.

One year, he and the boys hatched a plan to ride scooters to get from house to house which didn't work out too well considering everyone else thought of the same thing. It was a nightmare to get around with all the traffic. But this year Stan had no responsibilities to run his dad's Blockbuster, he had plans of his own.

"Kyle, Jimmy!" he said practically jumping down Jimmy's basement stairs, "I got us a gig, on Halloween at that dive bar outside of town, Skeeter's!"

"W-w-wicked Stan!"

"Holy shit that's awesome dude!"

Hell yes, another chance to redeem myself!

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So my best friend and I share a journal and I've been writing some of my favorite comments down in it so a few of you are immortalized forever in this book📚