Deja que el latir de tu corazón se una al mio, y juntos vivir un mismo momento. Tener un solo instante donde los dos estemos entrelazados.
Deja que tu pasión sea una sola con la mía... seamos sincronía, un complemento, un todo, sinergia que lleva a un mismo fin: tú y yo amándonos, queriéndonos, satisfaciendo nuestras ganas de regalarnos placer, besos, abrazos, caricias y más, mucho más.
Una eternidad, que se pare el mundo mientras los labios se juntan para saborearnos.
Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us.
Warnings: Vampire/werewolf hybrid Jeongin, human reader, degradation, rough sex, dirty talking, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking, strangers to lovers, lmk if I forgot anything!
Word Count: 1.5k
You were in over your head, as usual. Coming out to the middle of the woods to a party held by a pack of lycans was not the smartest thing you had ever come up with. But, then again, it wasn’t you who had been invited either. It was your friend who managed to secure the invite. As soon as you cross onto the pack grounds, you can hear the party.
As you walk down the path, you can see a group of houses and at the center of the homes, you can see the lively party. There were more people than you expected, an equal amount of women and men enjoying the cool spring night. There were string lights connecting the houses above the heads of the crowd, a small fire in the middle where people were gathered around. There was a designated area for drinks and snacks, and a little DJ booth with a man standing behind it, fidgeting with the laptop and soundboard.
“Oh, stop being so nervous. They’re not gonna latch onto you,” Your friend hissed, slapping your arm. You feel anxious still, despite her words. Though you knew they weren’t going to, it still made you feel on edge to be so close to such powerful creatures. “Here, have a few drinks and loosen up. You’ll see.” She put a drink in your hand. Taking a deep breath, you did just that. And true to her words, you did start to unwind.
The two of you were dancing with each other when a pair of hands danced up your sides, causing you to turn and see a dark-haired man staring down at you, intrigued. His dark brown eyes were chocolate in the lights as they flickered above his head. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before…” He grins down at you, sharp teeth exposed in his white smile. You thought you would flinch, but you don’t as he chuckles, “In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen you around…” He narrowed his eyes before a fox-like smile spread across his face, “I like new faces, I’m Jeongin.”
“I’m, y/n.” You introduce, “Perfect… Now we know each other.”
You two dance for a while until you tap out, “I need a drink,” You wave your hand at him, causing him to chuckle, “Sure. We could take a break.” You could see a little bit of sweat in his hairline, and that made you feel better that he was sweaty just like you. Maybe not as much, but still affected.
You grab a water and Jeongin guides you over to a quieter area, “Is this ok?” He asks, making you bob your head. “Yeah, this works for me.” You giggle, sitting down beside him. “Perfect.” He laughs, leaning back on his elbows on the stairs. “This is my house anyway,” He bats his hand at the house, “So, we don’t have to worry.” You can’t help the small laugh that comes out of your throat, “Ok?” He laughs with you, “What? You don’t believe me?” You shake your head, “Uh, no.”
He suddenly stands up, offering you his hand. “I’ll prove it.” He grins as you slide your hand into his. “Prove it then.” You can see something dark flash in his eyes as you stand up. “Alright then.” With that, he gently guided you up the stairs and pushed the door open.
“Kitchen’s over there, living room over there.” He moved down the hallway, and sure he was able to point out the right rooms, but anyone could do that. “This is my bedroom.” He opens the door and reveals a room with the shades drawn. Jeongin flips the light on, revealing a dark bed and a desk with a computer on it. It was bare apart from the small picture frame of what looked like Jeongin and a small family.
“So… It really is your house.” You giggle, going to the picture, holding it up. “Why didn’t you stay with your family?” I question, making Jeongin snort, “Wolves don’t have to stay with their packs their entire life. I’m in a bachelor pack, with my friends. We all have the same goal…” He trailed off, biting his bottom lip as he closed the door. “And… what’s that?”
“To find someone to bring home…” He licked his lips as he slowly crossed the room, taking the picture frame from you, and putting it back where it belonged. “Someone worth being with for the rest of our long lives.” His words were hot on your neck as his fingers ghosted down your sides. A soft whimper comes out of your mouth as he holds your hips, pushing you against the bed.
He stares down at you, cocking his head to the side, “If you don’t want this, say something.” He breathes. When nothing comes out, he crawls to where your face is, “Do you want this, y/n?” You fervently nod your head, “Are you sure? Wolves tend to be a little rough…” A soft gasp comes from your throat but that only urges him on. “If you want me to stop, then just say so.”
“Ok.” You squeak as he loops his fingers around your jeans, pulling them down your legs until they are off. You shiver as he crawls back up your body, hands running under your shirt until he is pulling that off too. Jeongin unclasps your bra with one hand, discarding it on the floor. “One last warning.” He murmurs, kissing your neck before growling.
The heat in your groin wasn’t about to go away, and you knew if you went home feeling like this it would have been a long night.
Your lack of response made him growl and lean away, quickly stripping off his clothes. “You humans are like putty.” He snorts, crawling over you and pushing your thighs up so he can run his erect length along your soaked folds. You whine, wrapping your hands around his wrists as he grinds against you. “I bet you can’t even speak right now your so fucked out.” He grunted with a laugh.
He wasn’t wrong; your mind was like a puddle of goop.
Jeongin groaned, rolling his now glowing eyes back as he pressed against your entrance. “Fuck-” He shoved into you, stuffing you so full that your toes were curling. “Holy shi-” You babble, clenching as he rubs against your g-spot. He stops, head sagging between his shoulder blades and a guttural moan comes from his chest.
He liked this more than he expected.
Jeongin rolled his hips against yours a few times, before faltering for a moment. You look up at him as he stares down at you, a sly grin on his face. He shifts his hands, pinning your legs to the bed on either side of you, your feet by his face as he angles his hips so that most of his weight is on his hands.
You gasp as he starts to pound into you, eyes squeezing shut as he slams into you over and over. “F-f-f!” You stutter, unable to get the words out between his brutal thrusts. He was so deep, stroking you just right and to your shock, caused you to orgasm in seconds. Jeongin let out a throaty groan but didn’t stop, fucking you through your orgasm.
“So stupid,” he grunts, “Can’t even talk. Huh? Like my cock that much?” You bite your lip as tears roll down your cheeks, nodding your head as you claw his forearms. He laughs, cooing at you, “Awe, I almost feel bad.” He picks up the speed, and you press your head between the pillows, crying out a broken moan that almost sounded like a sob. “You get any louder, I’m sure they’ll hear you over the music. But then again, I don’t think you care right now.” He moans, panting into your neck.
You let out a disappointed whine when he pulls away suddenly, rolling you onto your side forcefully, and kissing your shoulder. Jeongin slides behind you, pulling your hips back and lifting your leg up. Your hand joins his, holding the back of your knee as he guides himself back into your weeping pussy.
Your whole body shakes as he grinds into you, each stroke hitting that gooey spot inside you that made you sob into his pillow. “Fuc-” He grunts, holding your leg to your side as he pounded into you. “Your pussy is so fucking messy baby.” He groans, kissing your neck before biting it. You moan, another orgasm ripping through your body violently. Jeongin chuckles huskily but doesn’t say a word as he fucks you, his speed picking up as he nears his own high.
After a few moments, his hips slam into yours, and warmth spreads across your womb, making you mewl as he slowly moves a few times before pulling out. He lets out a breathy pant, “Fuck. Tell me you live nearby.” He laughs, pulling you into his arms as he drops your leg.
A.N: I hope you enjoyed it! Again, I’ve never written a fic about I.N. so I didn’t want to feel like I was rambling or anything.
What they’re good for: Good performance at the box office, slick fight scenes, wearing leather and latex, avenging ancestors and fulfilling prophecies
What they represent: That vampires can adapt with the times and remain both relevant and cool throughout centuries
“Ahí está ella… Ocupando mi sillón favorito. Ahí, sobre esa textura acolchonada; con las piernas abiertas, con la respiración acelerada, con los labios caníbales mordiéndose entre ellos para evitar hacer escándalo… Con las areolas hinchadas y los pezones gozando de la hipersensibilidad al tocarse con su mano libre; resoplando por momentos, mientras parece contorsionista por ejercicio de su lujuria. Estoy seguro de que escuchó mis pasos acercarse. Hace una corta pausa, abre los ojos y me mira lacónicamente…, baja nuevamente sus párpados esbozando una picaresca y tierna sonrisa. Ahora me sabe presente. Saca los dedos sumergidos en su vagina, y los arrastra sobre su piel desnuda guiándose por su eje vertical hasta llegar a su boca, probando y deleitándose en el sabor de su feminidad. Puedo escuchar como truena los labios al succionarse los dedos con lascivia, y los barniza con su saliva, confiriéndoles una textura brillante. Sus dedos descienden nuevamente a la caldera entrepernada de sus entrañas. Parece que el infierno ahora quema un poco más, y en el cielo pecaminoso de sus labios, repercute el eco de mi nombre murmurado. Me llama susurrante, musitando, con un tono de súplica tal, que te hace sentir semidios. Su razón se desvanece y con ella, su mesura; implora entre morbosos sollozos mi tacto, mi soplido… Mi dureza. Pero ahora no será. Quiero verla así un poco más; perdida en su propio gozo, desesperada por tener mi presencia viril invadiendo su centro…, quiero verla un poco más así… Envuelta en sí misma, despeinando su cabello, y entregando su cuerpo al deseo primitivo… Cuan canina en celo. Ahí está ella. Empapando mi sillón favorito; como una flor lloviendo sobre sí misma, desbordando néctar ante la mirada de un abejorro caprichoso, que hoy solo ha querido ver la miel desparramarse sobre la piel de una perversa damisela.”
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