*I knew this was coming and still I…*
Prompt(s): #20 “Would you like to join me?” + #14 “Just one bite.”
Genre: Supernatural/Fluff/Smut/Explicit
Warnings: Sexual Contents/Smut/Unprotected Intercourse/Fingering/Orgasm Denial/Blood Fetish/Dirty Talk/Misogynistic Themes/Seokjin being a thoughtful king
Words: 5.3k (LMFAO what the fuck? hahaha)
It’s been forever since the two of you got into that little game of yours.
Into the game of teasing remarks that only managed to rile up the sexual tension between you two, the game of “accidental” touches that send goosebumps down your body and promises of what those hands could do and the game of lingering eyes, telling more about the underlying longing and desire than any words could.
Ever since the two of you met, you were attracted to him. Maybe it was because of his dark and alluring image, or maybe because he was “out of limits” as your best friend Yoongi had once said. Sidenote, he was the connecting link between you and the vampire boy but since you were merely a fairy, your best friend felt the need to protect you.
But even so, Yoongi’s stern warning wasn’t enough to keep you away from the tall, dark-haired boy. Actually, you don’t think anything would be that powerful. He is so goddamn handsome and inviting. One look from him has you ready to fall to your knees for him and no one else. One word and you’re ready to be left at his mercy.
You don’t know how he does it. But you’re hooked.
And you’re pretty sure he’s attracted to you as well if his staring at your ass is anything to go by. And he doesn’t even look remorseful when you catch him staring. All he does is flash you his signature smirk, one that’s full of promises of the things he can do.
But unfortunately, there’s a ‘but’.
Because, you see when Yoongi had that conversation with you upon meeting him, he didn’t waste any time in having that conversation with him too. And he’s a way too good friend to disrespect Yoongi’s wishes.
Or maybe it has something to do with him being a vampire? You don’t know.
All you know is you can’t get him out of your head.
And even now, at Taehyung’s party where you’ve already flirted with at least four guys, his figure is the one your eyes keep returning to every five seconds.
He stands at the corner of the room, one red cup of alcohol in his right hand as the other one rests comfortably in the pocket of his black jeans. Yoongi is right next to him, talking about something but he doesn’t seem interested in his friend’s words. Instead, his eyes are focused on you, hooded and dark as he takes a sip of his drink.
His gaze sends a chill down your spine, completely helpless under his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to the guy currently trying to get into your pants.
But unfortunately for you, the guy notices.
“Hey, are you listening to me?”
You snap your head back, thoughts hazy under the influence of his stare but you manage to focus on the werewolf guy right in front of you. You think it’s safe to say he’s pissed.
“Oh, um, yeah, sure…?” you mumble nervously and the guy sighs in exasperation.
What was his name? God, you’ve already forgotten.
“Jesus, it’s always the same with you girls, huh? You all believe you’re better and that gives you the right to look down on us? Well, newsflash, you’ll never find a boyfriend to treat you right like this! All girls are the same, never dating the good guy and simply putting us in the friend zone!” the guy goes on a rant that makes you really uncomfortable. When you first met him, he wasn’t like this.
Now you wrap your arms around yourself protectively, feeling your throat closing up but nonetheless you raise your chin up to confront him.
“Wow, okay, good thing I didn’t pay attention to you or else I wouldn’t have known what kind of misogynistic pig you are!” you manage to say confidently even though your voice shakes.
The guy’s eyes glint in sudden rage, nostrils flaring as he steps closer. “What did you say, you little-?”
“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”
The familiar voice surprises you and you turn around to find him staring at the guy with a polite smile. And yet his eyes are swimming in scarlet, an undeniable tone of threat lying in them as he stares ominously at the guy.
The guy visibly cowers but then he shakes his head as if to get rid of the sudden submissiveness in the face of the powerful vampire boy.
“You can’t tell me what to do, bat-boy,” the werewolf almost growls in defiance, showing his front teeth as yellow flakes appear in his eyes.
But the vampire doesn’t falter at the pathetic show of power.
“You’re right, I can’t. No one can. But that means you have to be ready for the consequences of your actions,” he responds calmly, showing his pearly whites with that confident smile still on his lips.
“And while I’d love to put an insolent mutt in its place, sadly it isn’t my place to do so. But I have this urge to let you know you’re talking to one of the most powerful fairies at this party, nay, the city. So I’d be extremely careful to who I talk to like this, in case I want my head attached to my body,” The vampire concludes with a victorious smile on his lips and a confident tilt of his head while you’re left speechless.
“Now, I’d advise you to leave if you want your body to stay intact. Am I clear, dog?” the last word comes almost as a growl and you’re both scared and aroused by the timber in his voice.
The werewolf gulps, all signs of disobedience erased by the vampire’s indisputable demonstration of power and he walks away with his tail between his legs, quite literally.
As soon as the guy is out of earshot, you return your attention to the vampire next to you. His eyes are ominous upon the departing werewolf but once he realizes you’re looking at him he brings his focus on you. Now his eyes soften, the red disappearing little by little and his smile looks a little more tender.
“You didn’t really have to do that, Seokjin…” you mumble quietly, fumbling with your hands as you look at the floor. Suddenly it doesn’t feel right for him to witness you in such a state when all the interactions you have with him are purely between the lines of teasing and flirting.
He simply nods. “I know. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.”
Your eyes are back on his and for once you realize there’s nothing dark and carnal there like all the times you’ve met his gaze before. There’s only tenderness in them and slight worry. After all, he just saw a guy throwing a fit at you and he wants to make sure you’re okay.
Your gazes linger, finding yourselves unfamiliar with the altered aura that surrounds you. It feels softer and calmer, wholly inappropriate for a house party such as this one but none of you seems to mind the change. Instead, you’re confident you’re not in the same party anymore. It’s just you and him and the sudden shift in your dynamics doesn’t seem to go by unnoticed by the two of you.
But whatever it is, you welcome it willingly.
Seokjin coughs to get rid of the sudden tension, dragging his eyes away from you, although the tips of his ears turn red. “Taehyung claims the view from his roof is astounding, so I decided to pay a visit…”
You look at him confused. Why would he tell you that?
But Seokjin’s gentle smile returns.
“Would you like to join me?”
Taehyung was right. The view is amazing.
You’re immediately in awe as you gaze at the rest of the city from up here. The glittering lights resemble the stars in the night sky as the sounds of the party are getting lost in the serenity of the night.
Up here feels like a different world from down there. It’s calmer, somehow safer and definitely some kind of liberating.
Your arms rest on the railing as you gaze at the city below you, finding yourself relaxing with each intake of breath.
You feel Seokjin stepping beside you, turning to see him rest his upper body against the railing as he stares at the night sky above him.
You lose focus for a second, already forgetting the bustling city below you, eyes stuck on the handsome man beside you. From this angle, you can clearly see the curves of his face.
Your eyes follow the line of his eyebrows, thick and expressive as he stares at the dark sky ceiling in awe. His eyes look full of wonderment as they follow the constellations visible in the darkness of the night and crunching adorably once he sees something he likes.
Then you move down to the slope his nose, which is cute as a button, you admit in the danger of sounding almost cliche.
Your eyes move to the jut of his jaw, clean-cut edges that feel dangerous to get close to in fear of cutting yourself. His skin is pale like porcelain, glistening faintly under the light of the stars.
And his lips. Oh, how you wish to kiss them, to finally find out if they’re as soft and pillowy as they look, to taste the sweetness of his skin and find solace in this pressing of his body against yours-.
“Is there something on my face?”
His voice breaks your reverie and once you realize he has caught you staring, you feel the incriminating blushing of your cheeks.
You turn away your face immediately, letting your hair fall in front of your rose-colored cheeks to hide your embarrassment.
Seokjin chuckles quietly before turning around to mirror your stance and though his eyes are facing you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you have my apologies…” his voice is light, telling you he won’t drag this any longer if you don’t want to and you nod your head in gratitude.
The silence stretches around you but once the embarrassment from before is gone you feel more comfortable as time passes. Being next to Seokjin always felt thrilling and addicting in the sense of what only a forbidden thing could feel like. But now, as you simply stand next to each other and look at the view before you, a sense of calmness and serenity overwhelms you. One that makes you safe and warm and feels like it’s where you belong.
“Y/N, can I ask you something?”
His soft voice causes you to turn around to face him once more and you’re met with soft, careful eyes that, you swear, hold the universe in them.
You’re left speechless at the proximity of him but quickly offer a shy smile. “Go ahead.”
His lips stretch to match your smile, leaving you breathless before he responds. “Did I ever make you feel… awkward around me?” he concludes with the intake of breath and you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion once you the nervousness hiding in his features.
You rush to deny this. “No, no at all, what makes you say that?”
Seokjin chuckles nervously, rubbing the base of his neck. “Well, it’s just that I can be awfully unusual from time to time and also blunt. Hence why I’m not quite popular with other people, except, of course, of you and Yoongi… And while I know for sure where Yoongi stands in this, I couldn’t help but… feel uncertain for your part…” he concludes in a small voice, almost as a little child afraid it’ll be scolded.
But when you’re about to put his worries to rest, he keeps on talking.
“Which, I would assume, comes unconsciously as an answer to me being somewhat uncomfortable around you…” he whispers lowly and you falter.
He feels uncomfortable around you? That can’t be good.
“I… I make you feel uncomfortable…?” you ask with a timid voice, once Seokjin doesn’t take notice of as he’s too preoccupied with the thoughts running in his mind.
“Well, some times I suppose. But it’s not your fault, I can assure you, you can’t help it,” he tries to comfort you but it only makes you feel worse.
“Oh, nice to know it’s nothing I do, but more like something about me that I have no control over, great…” you mutter, your words drowning in sarcasm and Seokjin’s eyes grow wide once he realizes his mistake.
“No, I didn’t mean that, I- Shit, that sounded wrong…” he mumbles quickly, panic in his eyes as he runs a hand through his black locks.
You almost swoon at that.
“What I meant was, -and I hope this doesn’t offend you in any way-, that I felt uncomfortable around you only when…” he hesitates, “only when…”
His voice drowns out, clearly afraid to go on but his face is serious as if talking himself into it. You realize he might need a push.
“When…?” you ask carefully, anticipating his next words.
But what he says takes you entirely by surprise.
You blink at him, slowly working through the words and once you understand what he means, your whole face burns red.
He means he felt hunger for you. For your blood. One of the most intimate acts a vampire can perform on another and Seokjin had felt the need to do that with you.
You don’t know how to process this. But your body does instead of your mind and sends a pool of arousal right between your legs.
One that hits Seokjin’s heightened senses like a tidal wave.
His eyes grow wide, lust pooling in them as they turn red, nostrils flaring and he gasps as if the smell overwhelms him. He leans forward with heavy breaths, unable to support himself to dig his nails in the railings, leaving permanent marks on the metal.
“I-, fuck…” he curses lowly, sending another chill down your spine and another pleasurable wave down to your folds, one that affects him again.
“Goddamnit, Y/N, I…” he curses, words loud in contrast with the silence of the roof and they take you by surprise. You lick your lips unconsciously, not knowing what to do until he speaks again.
“…You should go…” he mumbles, his voice deep and guttural as if trying to keep himself in check and your eyes fly to his hands, only to see his knuckles turned white. He tries to hold himself back, to keep his hands on the railing instead of reaching out to you. For Yoongi but also for you.
You know you should listen to him. You know you should get out of here, go back to the party, to your friends who will no doubt be looking for you at some point, back to safety. After all, you promised Yoongi you’d stay away. You both did.
But why can’t you find it in yourself to move?
Instead, you take a breath.
Seokjin groans at your answer, not at all ready to teach you the cautions of staying close to a vampire when he’s hungry but nonetheless, he turns to explain.
“Because I can’t promise I-” but he stops once he sees the look in your eyes.
The look that tells him you didn’t ask that because you don’t know.
You do know. You know perfectly.
Seokjin remains speechless when you take a step closer to him and place your hands on his cheeks.
You’re not quite sure what you’re doing yourself. If he’s okay with it or not, but you leave him space to push you away if he’s not.
And the thought that crosses your mind is the following:
Screw Yoongi and his rules, screw everyone else. This is what you want. It’s what both of you want.
You can’t deny it any longer.
And so you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips.
And once your skins touch the spell breaks.
Seokjin is immediately on you, hands traveling to your back to press you against him fervently. His lips are soft, yet rough in their movements, sliding against your own in urgency. Hands moving to tangle in his hair, grasping them tightly and Seokjin moans into your mouth. His palms move to your ass, molding the flesh in his grip, making you move against him with a tilt of your hips.
He gasps into your mouth, biting roughly at your bottom lip but not hard enough to draw blood. You hum appreciatively as his hands fly to your thighs to lift you up against him and your legs wrap around his torso.
He pushes you up against the nearest wall, sliding his tongue against your own to taste you urgently, his crotch moving instinctively against your own, sending exciting timbers throughout your body.
Small whimpers escape your lips at the stimulation, immediately moving your hips to get more friction. Fingers clawing at his back, bunching up his shirt as his lips move down to mouth at your jaw, before they rest at the column of your throat.
You moan out loud as he sucks at a particularly sensitive spot at the crook of your neck, certain there’ll be marks tomorrow morning.
You can’t get enough. Your hands are everywhere, clutching his hair, clawing at his back, grasping at his biceps, they’re everywhere because you want everything that is him. You want to feel every little spot, every hidden crease of his body, you want him.
Your heavy breaths and moans are being masked by the sounds of the party, the only recipients of the sinful sounds being the two of you and Seokjin ruts his hips against you once more, making another moan of his name fall from your lips.
He curses, the sound sending another wave of arousal down to your folds before he rests his head on your neck to catch his breath.
“Y/N, I-…,” he says between breaths, “, shit, I shouldn’t ask you this…” he mutters almost to himself, shaking his head softly. You run your fingers through his hair to comfort him before he raises his head to look at you.
His eyes are red and wide, pupils full-blown out in lust as he stares at you with a sort of hunger in his gaze, one you know the meaning of.
“Could I…” he stops, visibly shaken by your interaction as his hands tighten at your thighs. You look at him with soft eyes, waiting for the rest of his sentence.
“Could I… taste you…?” he asks tentatively, eyes still full of desire but his words are calm and not at all compelling, leaving you an opening to say no. “You can refuse of course and we’ll forget I ever asked, it’s just that, god, you smile divine and, well, I can assure you it will be just one bite-” you interrupt him with a passionate kiss on the lips as you move against him.
He gets lost in your kiss, momentarily forgetting what he asked of you before you break apart to whisper with a sultry look in your eyes- “Please, Seokjin, please.”
Your pleading has him feeling weak and he curses softly before his mouth is on yours again.
His movements are erratic, hands grasping whatever he can reach as his mouth devours yours, the sinful sounds of your make-out session turning you on even more, as you feel the muscles in Seokjin’s back ripple underneath his shirt.
His lips are quick to move to your throat, placing thousand of kisses and hickeys on your skin before he feels you relax against him completely. Eyes closed, a blissful expression on your face as you lick your lips and hum in appreciation.
And then his fangs pierce your skin.
You gasp out loud, hands tightening around Seokjin’s hair and he moans out loud when the first droplets of your blood meet his tastebuds.
And then he simply can’t control himself. He drinks from your neck as if he’s a man thirsty and you’re a fountain of water in the deep desert. The act itself is so erotic, it rouses you, erecting your nipples against the fabric of your shirt as you press your chest against Seokjin for relief.
He feels this and the moan that breaks free from his lips is nothing short of lewd, making the hair on your arms raise. But he doesn’t lean back from your neck. Instead, he keeps on drinking as one of his hands travel to the hem of your skirt that has bunched up to your hips.
You’re quick to move the fabric as much away as you can, giving him the freedom to do whatever he wants to you. You know you can’t say no to him. You want to feel him everywhere. You want to feel his hands on you, his fingers inside you so deep he won’t be able to leave.
His hand travels beneath your skirt, caressing the inside of your thighs before resting on top of the wet spot in your panties.
A muffled sound, similar to “fuck”, comes from Seokjin’s lips before he retracts his hands from your neck and his fingers move your panties aside.
They caress your folds, gathering your slick to press it softly against your clit and you whine against his neck.
Seokjin’s chuckle is nothing sort of kind, as his fingers pick up their pace against your bundle of nerves. “Look at you. Such a pretty little fairy, being so fucking wet for me…” his words are mean and yet they make the wetness in your cunt pool in more.
“What would your fairy friends say if they saw you like this, hm? What would they say seeing their innocent little friend being so fucked out by just my fingers?” he whispers to your ear as he suddenly moves two digits into your soaking cunt.
“Oh!” you can’t help the moan that leaves you, arching your back to feel him more as his fingers move relentlessly inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“God, you’re stunning… I can’t get enough of you…” he says right before licking the two trails of blood on your neck from where his fangs have been. His fingers still move inside you and you begin gyrating your hips in time with his fingers as you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Seokjin, I-” you find it hard to form coherent sentences, whines leaving your lips instead as you move more urgently against his palm. Hoping he’ll realize what you need and help you.
But instead, he moves his fingers away.
A loud gasp tears through your throat at the sudden emptiness, a frown masking your features as you stare at Seokjin ominously for denying you your orgasm.
He chuckles lightly before softly kissing your pout away. “Don’t worry, love, I’m not done with you yet…” he says and another shiver runs down your spine when he moves his hands to unbutton his jeans.
Excitement runs through your veins as you move quickly to take his shirt out of his jeans to help him get undressed faster. Your palms move beneath the fabric to trace the outline of his abs, your nails slightly scratching the skin and Seokjin hisses at the contact, making your mouth water.
He lowers his jeans, revealing his black boxers and you waste no time in pulling the waistband down to reveal his already hard cock.
You stare at it in awe, licking your lips unconsciously. You’ve always guessed he was big but you weren’t expecting him to be this big. Not only is his cock lengthier than most, but it’s thick too with veins running down its length, making your mouth water. But you also wonder how it’s gonna fit.
Seokjin takes his cock in his hand and presses its tip on your clit, making your eyes flutter shut and a whine escapes your lips. Already forgotten about your previous doubts you move your hips instinctively for more.
He moves his length lower to rub against your folds and gather the slick to smear it against his shaft.
But then his eyes are on you again. “Are you ready? We can stop this anytime you want…”
You chuckle breathlessly before grabbing him by the neck and kiss him roughly. He gladly reciprocates before you lean back. “Seokjin, I need your cock. Right. Now,” you conclude, grasping his dick in your hands, guiding it to your entrance and sink on top of it with a loud moan.
Seokjin gasps out loud, fingers leaving bruises in your thighs by how tight he’s clutching them as he struggles to control his breath.
You take another breath, willing yourself to relax more and take a little bit more of him each time. Seokjin guides you through it, caressing your hair and whispering praises to your ears.
By the time he’s into you fully, you swear you’re gonna burst. You take slow, deep breaths to let yourself get used to the intrusion as Seokjin peppers kisses to your face, neck, and shoulder.
“You’re so good, love, you’re doing great, such a good girl for me…” he mumbles against your skin between each kiss, trying to calm you down until you feel ready for more.
And you take him by surprise by thrusting your hips forward.
Both of you break out in moans, Seokjin’s head resting against your shoulder before he starts pounding slowly into you.
His pace starts out rather calmly, wanting to feel every inch as he sinks in you, dragging out your pleasure longer as soft whimpers accompany his thrusts. He bottoms out once and then slaps his hips against yours roughly, luring a moan of his name out of your lips.
He cursed at this before slamming back into you. “Fuck, I love the way you say my name; like you need me…” he admits, picking up his pace, his hands holding your thighs for leverage.
“Look at how good you take my cock, love. It’s like your pussy was meant for me…” his thrusts are faster now, drilling into you, body banging uncomfortably against the wall, but you don’t care. The only sound that comes out of you is the continuous moans that come out after each thrust of Seokjin’s hips.
He groans each time, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as his cock drives into you, finding your sweet spot repeatedly, making you feel closer and closer to the orgasm he denied you merely minutes ago.
You clench at him at the thought and Seokjin hisses as his mouth falls to your lips. He takes them with fervor, moving his lips passionately against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth to taste you as he fucks into you. You grasp his hair for leverage, feeling every thrust in your core, wanting him to stay there forever, to always have him make you feel like this. You can’t get enough.
His mouth moves to your little identical wounds on your neck and sinks his fangs into you once more.
“Seokjin!” you moan, a new wave of pleasure you didn’t know you were capable of experiencing surges through you, your arms, legs, and cunt tightening around him. He keeps on drinking and drinking while his hips move with more force.
His thrusts become erratic, sloppier as he nears his high, but he tries to control himself and let you come first. So he moves his fingers to your clit once more while he sucks on your blood and the stimulation from all three areas has you tumbling over the edge.
A bright white light appears behind your eyelids as your orgasm overwhelms you, more powerful than any other orgasm you’ve had and you cry out loud by the overpowering feeling of bliss.
Your orgasm makes you clench your hole as tight you possibly can which in turn makes Seokjin retract his fangs and come after a few seconds with a moan of your name.
You both remain there, panting against each other breathless, his cock softening inside you but neither one moves.
Seokjin then slowly drags his soft cock out of you and he apologizes with a timid smile when you hiss. He puts himself back into his pants, careful not to drop you and then he takes out a handkerchief out of the back pocket of his jeans.
He uses this to help you clean up yourself from his cum that already started trickling out of you and you smile at the caring gesture.
But then he throws the handkerchief off the building.
“Ah, we could have washed that…” you mumble in regret and Seokjin chuckles before placing you down and fixing your skirt.
“It’s alright, it wasn’t anything of importance…” he whispers softly before he stands back up to look at you. The look in his eyes is quite confusing; you can’t decipher it for the life of you and it has you suddenly feeling nervous about what’s to come next.
You just had sex with Seokjin. When Yoongi was so obviously against it. At the roof of Taehyung’s party.
Oh god. What does that mean for the two of you for now on?
Seeing you worrying yourself silly, Seokjin takes one step closer. He places his hands on your cheek and rests a soft kiss on top of your welcoming lips. This kiss is gentle, in no way the same as the kisses you shared earlier, but for some reason it makes you feel giddy, sparks flying through your entire body as you reciprocate.
Seokjin stops the kiss and leans back slightly to look you in the eyes.
“So… would you like to go on a date with me?”
At the sudden proposition, you can’t help but burst into laughter by the absurdity of the situation.
Seokjin looks at you perplexed and a bit disappointed but you press your lips on his cheek to soothe him.
“Normally, people go for the date first and then the hot sex session…” you joke with a light smile on your lips and Seokjin finds himself smiling back immediately.
His hands wrap around your waist to bring you closer and he kisses your forehead tenderly. “Is that a yes?”
You chuckle and hide your face in his chest, which is currently all red from embarrassment. “Only if you agree to be the one to tell Yoongi.”
He shakes his head with a laugh before, “Oh, he’s already aware.”
That manages to win your attention. “What? What do you mean?” you ask bewildered as Seokjin smiles at you as if he knows something you don’t.
“I talked to him before the party. Made him see I was serious about you and I wouldn’t try to toy with your feelings,” he responds softly and you grunt in annoyance.
“Jesus, he’s not my father…” you mumble and Seokjin laughs at your cuteness.
“Well, that’s what he said as well. He knew he had no right to forbid us from seeing each other, he was just trying to protect you by warning both of us of what might happen. But in the end, he knew it was our decision to make,” he shrugs carelessly before his smile returns.
“So what do you say? Go back to the party?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against your neck and a shiver travels through your body.
You smile before answering. “Actually, I have a better idea.”
Seokjin turns to look at you curiously but the glint in his eyes informs you he’s somewhat aware of your idea. “Do tell,” he replies with a smirk.
Your smile turns seductive as you run a finger up his chest.
“How far is your house from here?”
Seokjin smirk turns wider before he places a quick, intense kiss on your lips and then he drags you out of the party and into the night.
