Valiant | jjk [M]
Request: Hello Lexi! I've been dying to request something to you since forever! But my life is preventing me from doing so! Can I request a vampire Jeongguk that really really arrogant and cold meet with a girl that are really feisty and smut! I leave it to you... Thanks
Pairing: Jungook x Y/N
Word Count: 8.1k
Warnings: dom!jungkook, cum play, blood play? I guess?, vamp!jungkook, smut (cause I’m sure that’s not obvious with these warnings—), pain kink
Summary: Things that go bump in the night are very real and recently exposed themselves to humans. If there is one quality that describes her, it’s her stubborn curiosity. So, when she happens to run into a rather cute looking vampire, she’s more driven to figure him out than she is to be afraid of him. Jungkook wants to show her that he is not someone to be messed with and the only time she seems to listen to him is when his fingers are knuckle-deep in her cunt.
A/N: big thanks to @cheekychim and @rachelisdun for their help to get this out! Also note this only has light editing so there might be a few errors I missed when I scanned through this.
“— they have lived peacefully beside of us for a millennium without revealing their true identity. Recently deciding to step out of the shadows, the head of the vampires has announced that they are eager to live alongside us in the night. You won’t need to fear for your safety, there are blood banks being established where you can donate your blood! They say that they don’t drink live blood unless they have consent, but judging by the positive reactions across the rest of the world, many will be in line to get the first bite. I don’t know about you, but I am a little excited. It’s straight out of a book, almost. Join us tomorrow where we will be hosting a few local vampires. Send in your questions, comments, anything to our twitter page at—”
The television screen went blank and she sat in her apartment quietly for a moment, taking the information in. She almost wanted to laugh, ask which of her friends had thought this prank up because it was genius, but she would still murder them with her bare hands. Still, it had been plastered across multiple news stations, all over any sort of social media. She’d seen it earlier while working, but the idea of vampires being real hadn’t clicked in her mind yet. They were her favorite supernatural species, admittedly, but the thought of them leaving her imagination and the pages of books was absurd.
“Your life will stay the same. They’ve lived alongside of us for a fucking millennium. None of this will change. They have a strict code of honor that fucking keeps them from taking a bite of your delectable skin and sucking you dry. Promise,” she huffed sarcastically under her breath. It was one of her running mantras that often included cussing and looking down upon the race that had stepped out almost five years ago. “But nothing has stopped them from syphoning all of your money and rising to the top, especially now that they can threaten you and, fucking hell, and force you to live in an apartment complex that should have burned down years ago because of inflation rates and the shortage of money in your fucking pocket.”
Laws had been put in place since then, yet, all she saw around her was destruction. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that bad. Sure, her apartment leaked and the walls were paper thin and there were rats living under her kitchen sink, but everything was fine. Dandy. Peachy, even. At least she had heat to get her through the winter. Right? Right? No.
“Maybe if I burn the fucking apartment to the ground, I’ll finally unthaw,” she ranted, mostly to herself. When she spoke, a puff of white air came from her mouth and dispersed into the chilly air. She wrapped her arms around herself a little tighter, her teeth chattering together. Her old sneakers, the same pair she owned since her feet had stopped growing and were held together with old gum and thin pieces of string, kicked at rocks as she made her way down the sidewalk. Tucked safely into her left pocket was enough money for her to buy a blanket, maybe two if she found a good deal. She passed a few people on the way, but she figured she’d scared them off with her muttering and the angry scowl. Good. She didn’t want to talk to anyone.
She was doing her best to make sure her money lasted long enough to pay the rent and buy her necessary things, like food. That was about all she could afford, even though she worked extra shifts at the diner down the road. Vampires had all of the money, they owned everything these days, which left humans with very little unless they were pets to the vampires. A growing trend. She figured it was kind of like having a sugar daddy, but instead of sex, they wanted blood. Or blood and sex. In return, they’d pay for things like new shoes, food, a house, and maybe to make sure the heat fucking worked. That lifestyle was beginning to grow on her.
She’d bugged her landlord about it for the last two days ever since the blasted thing went out, but he’d just waved her off and told her to buy blankets. As if he wasn’t sitting on a pile of money that she paid him each month. It was over three-quarters of her monthly paycheck, for fuck's sake. He must have some sort of stash that he could draw from to pay someone to fix her fucking heat.
The store was warmer compared to the outside air and she was half tempted to hide behind one of the displays and sleep in the store, but she wasn’t very sneaky and she didn’t really want to test the patience of the local police. She grabbed one blanket and stopped on a whim to pick up a pair of fuzzy socks. Those always picked her mood up a little and her last pair had gotten rain on them and, behold, the laundry machines were broken, too! She stopped long enough to pay, watching the cashier, a skinny woman a few years older than her, stuff the blanket (it had large puppy across the front of it) and the blue and purple socks into a bag with the store’s logo on it. She handed her the crumpled money and took the bag and her change and, with one last embracing breath, stepped back out into the cold.
The sun had started setting behind her back on the way to the mall, so it didn’t really surprise her when she was met with the pinkish-orange sky on the way out. She could see bits of it between buildings, the main portion she saw above the road. She quickened her pace a little bit, pushing the sleeve of her jacket out of the way to peer at the cheap digital watch she’d picked up a few months ago. It wouldn’t be long until it was dark, dark enough for the vampires to wake up and explore the streets, and her apartment was a thirty-minute walk. She kept her head down and held tightly to the bag, her shoulders squared a little to attempt to protect her face from the wind and her teeth started knocking together again.
She lived just outside of the main city in apartments that were obviously run down, even from the outside. Gutters were only half attached to the roof and shingles laid out on the pavement around. There weren’t many cars in the parking lot if you could afford a care you could afford a better apartment. She was glad, though, when she saw the buildings, even in the distance. Her pace slowed down a little and she was less nervous about running into a vampire. It was dark outside, dark enough for them to roam, but street lights lit her way. She hurried between the darkness to the next patch of light, running her tongue across her lips again. They were already chapped and cracking, but she’d left her chapstick at home. She could almost smell the mildew of her apartment and taste the cheap bread that probably housed penicillin when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and jerk her rather rudely into the gap between a different set of apartments. She didn’t cry out or shriek, her teeth were too busy chattering to scream out of surprise.
It wasn’t every day that he found a girl that made him eager to sink his teeth into her skin. After being around for a couple hundred years, Jungkook found that most females started looking the same. Faces would blend together in his memory and it boiled down to blood type and smell. He preferred females to males, they were sweeter and typically smelled better than the overdose of cologne and sweat that gathered on their counterparts. The girl he held in front of her was shaking, but not from fear. No, he could tell when humans were afraid of them. A glance down at her bag, he could read the logo on it and see the top of a pair of fuzzy socks and the corner of a dark blanket. Ah, she was cold. He couldn’t remember what it felt like to be warm. To be full of blood. He’d been changed, he wasn’t born a vampire, which discluded him from certain circles. He didn’t really mind, his life was good. He had a better apartment than the dingy houses around them and he didn’t have to worry about many trivial things.
The only thing he really found himself worrying about was where he would get his next meal. That was important. To him, anyways. He needed to eat, he wanted to eat. God, he’d never imagined blood being so delicious. Honestly, as a human, the sight had made him squeamish, but he could hear her blood moving through her veins and he was more than eager to sink his white, pointy teeth into the side of her neck.
“Um, excuse you,” she spoke, uncurling her fingers and pushing at the vampire’s chest too, hopefully, put space between him and where he had her pinned against the wall. “Look, I am really just not having it today. I am fucking cold. Find some other whore to get your blood from.”
A little taken back by her bluntness and her shove, he stared at her for a moment. Normally humans, especially the females, would be screaming and squirming, trying to get away and begging for their lives. “You shoved me.”
“Wow, captain obvious, I am so glad that your deductive skills are on par tonight. Really, you ought to try to play Sherlock in the next TV adaptation,” she snapped, rolling her eyes. She shook her head a little and tried to conceal the way she was shivering. She might have had a bit of a death wish, after all, not many people batted an eye if one went missing. Sure, there were laws in place, but that was about it. It was one thing to have laws and another to actively enforce them. Not many judges wanted to go head to head with a vampire, it was like signing your own death wish. “Seriously, though, I am on my way to put on fuzzy socks and drink cheap wine and continue having my mid-life crisis and I’m not even thirty, yet.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes at the girl, but his grip on her stayed the same. There was no chance in hell that he would let someone like her get away from him. It had been so long since he’d seen a pretty face and, dammit, he was going to drink from her. “Can you take being threatened a little more seriously? Most people would beg for their lives, cry some, actually act scared.”
“Scared? Of you? Have you looked in the mirror? Your cheeks are more full than a baby’s and you don’t even look like you’ve even reached the halfway point in puberty. You probably only have those muscles because you’re a vamp,” she snorted. “I’ve seen kids that are half your size and more intimidating than you.”
She could see the deep frown forming on his lips, but not only that, the almost childlike stubborn way his shoulders squared and how his lips formed a pout. God, was he knew to this whole vampire thing? She rolled her eyes and pushed at him again and this time he let her. She stood there for a moment, no longer trapped, but not really wanting to go, either. Something about vampires just got under her skin and made her hate them for making her be so curious. She snorted and started walking out of the alley that he’d trapped her in. “Come find me when you’re actually something to be scared about, kid.”
She didn’t look back on the rest of her walk and she didn’t give him much thought for the next few days either.
God, she was drunk. She didn’t get drunk often, but when she did, she did it well. No half-assing here, thank you very much. She didn’t have money for all the drinks she’d downed that night, but all she had to do was bat her eyes a little and lean forward just enough to give the man she was eyeing a glimpse of her cleavage and drinks would appear in front of her. Luckily, she knew the bartender, so the likelihood of her drink getting something extra slipped in was low. Yoongi was as observant as he was grumpy and she loved him for it. He had offered to walk her home after his shift ended, but waiting another thirty minutes seemed outrageous to her and she’d decided to brave the cold on her own.
It took her a moment to get her jacket on her shoulders and even longer to get both of her arms through it, but she’s stubborn and determined to do it on her own. She did manage it after Yoongi scoffed and called her a ‘fucking idiot’, but she got it, which was the important thing. She got out of the club easier than she got into her jacket and began her walk home. At least she thought about the walk between her apartment and the club, she’d worn comfortable shoes.
She’d just walked out of the main doors of the club, pushing through people that were heading into the club. She was a little on the short side, but she used her elbows to an advantage to get them to move, ignoring the curses that often followed. Her attention went away from the line and she began trudging back to her apartment on wobbly legs, but her eyes caught someone standing in the shadows.
It was him, the not-so-intimidating vampire. Giggling to herself, she decided against her more warning thoughts and, instead, walked (stumbled) boldly up to him. His attention turned away from the line of people talking and dancing to the loud music that could be heard from the club, even outside of the brick walls. She could tell when he noticed her, a scowl immediately lined his lips and his eyes narrowed.
“Are most humans this stupid, or is it just you?” he asked when she got a few more steps closer, and she rolled her eyes. Even drunk, she was going to defend her mind. There was nothing wrong with her approaching him, it certainly had nothing to do with how her thoughts had revolved around him ever since that first night.
“‘M not stupid, you are,” she snorted, “standin’ out here against the wall like some sorta stalker.”
“Ah, so you’re stupid and drunk,” he spoke, rolling his eyes. Even with the foot and a half between them, he could smell the bitter alcohol on her and it made him wrinkle his nose.
“I’m not that drunk! Just had a few shots, ‘s all,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning right back at him. “I came over here to tell you that you shouldn’t follow me, just cause I was the first human to stand up to you.”
“Following you? Darling, you wish. If I was following you, you’d know it. Unless that’s what you want, hmm? I bet you’re just dying to have my attention on you. Maybe you even want me to bite you, sink my teeth into your neck right here?” he asked, and in a flash, he was standing in front of her and brushing his fingers across the left side of her neck. She stayed silent, but she saw his lips twitch when she shivered. “Don’t worry, little one, you’re not the first one to pine after me. Maybe one day I’ll give in, but not tonight when you’re drunk off your ass, if I’m going to do that, I want you to remember it.”
She didn’t want to admit that his words were affecting her. She had a low pain tolerance, but it was then that she realized she’d be more than willing to let this stranger, this vampire, have his way with her. It was like a switch was flicked in her mind and she knew at that moment, she was fucked. She was as scared as she was excited.
“Let's get you home before you pass out,” he spoke after her silence stretched on. She wasn’t sure how he knew where she lived, but part of her was grateful. Sleep was extending its long fingers and beckoning her to join it. The weight of her eyes caused her to sway and stumble into him a few times on the way there and he practically carried her up the stairs.
“Keys?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“Doesn’t lock well, to begin with. Should just open,” she whispered, her voice sounded far away and muffled to her own ears, but the slur was still there. Sure enough, the door opened with a creek that made her grimace and he urged her into her home.
“Don’t vampires have to be invited in?” she yawned, but she didn’t pay attention to his eye roll or the fact he didn’t answer her. Instead, he asked where her bedroom was and she pointed it out with a heavy arm.
The next day, she was certain she’d be more alarmed that she’d shown a stranger her home, how the door didn’t lock, where she slept. Right now, though, he was sitting her on the edge of her bed and kneeling in front of her to untie her shoes and slip them off of her feet with his eyebrows furrowed and his lip caught between his teeth. The concentration lining his features made him even more endearing than he was before and she quickly memorized his expression. “Your shoes are falling apart.”
She nodded her head to answer him, at this point her throat felt like cotton and she was either going to throw up or pass out. She’d hope for the latter.
After her shoes were off, he stood up again and gently pushed her body until she was laying down, but he realizes the covers were still under her and she giggled. Amusement flashed across his own features, fast enough that she might have missed it if she wasn’t so focused on him. He pulled the covers out from under her and tucked them under her chin.
“You’re still not s’good at this intimidating thing,” she whispered, her eyes closing and her heavy limbs laying limp by her sides. She’d forget the way he chuckled by the time she woke up, or even his reply whispered to dead ears in the darkness of her room.
“Goodnight, little one.”
He was avoiding her, the stubborn human. Jungkook didn’t like getting attached and she was quickly becoming a recurring thought in his mind. He hated it. Course, he didn’t really do anything about it, either. He was sure that this was just a phase, that with every time he sipped from a human that wasn’t her, the memory of her would fade away, but instead, it was the opposite. He found himself yearning for her, imagining himself sinking his teeth into the place he’s touched. He was intoxicated by her smell, like sweet flowers and fresh rain that made his head spin and his gums hurt.
Which is why, whenever he got a whiff of her scent or spotted her ahead of him on the streets, he headed in the opposite direction. He did, however, drop off a new pair of shoes for her at her apartment.
It was his one good act of the year, he told himself. It didn’t even put a dent in his wallet and he could push off saving cats out of trees now. He wasn’t really concerned about her safety, he told himself. Which was why he didn’t go and put a new lock on her door (aside from the fact he had no idea how to do that—that had no reason as to why he didn’t).
Of course, he thought that she would be better now about her own safety and that she’d be avoiding him, too. Of course, he was too eager to settle for that thought that he didn’t realize he’d been spotted.
His nightly hangout had become the area around her apartment. Not because she was there, but because there were humans that mingled there that were, ah, kind enough to let him drink from them. Not because her apartment was easy to get into and she was the best meal on the menu. Certainly not because he wanted to protect a soft, weak human.
“Y/N.”
He turned towards the voice and cursed himself for not noticing her sooner. “What?”
“Y/N. That’s my name. You know, the thing that people go by, traditionally given to them at birth,” she answered dryly, shoving her fingers into her pockets. A glance down showed him she’d received his gift. “I figured if we were on gifting terms, you ought to know mine.”
She wasn’t surprised to see annoyance on his features, lit up by the streetlight a few feet away from them. “Well?”
“Well, what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Legend has it, you’re supposed to answer with your name when someone introduces theirs,” she answered and he snorted.
“Legend says a lot of things,” he answered, a sharp grin rising to pull at his lips, “like how vampires are supposed to be invited in before they can enter a house.”
He was surprised to hear her giggle, then her giggle turn into full-blown laughter that echoed in his ears and made his knees weaker than what he’d ever admit to. “Jungkook.”
“What?” she asked as her laughter died down and he wanted to hear it keep going. He frowned in annoyance, whether from her laughter dying or her lack of common sense, or maybe both.
“My name.”
“You’ve been avoiding me, Jungkook,” she said and, god, how sweet his name sounded on her lips. He wanted to hear her scream it and his cock twitched at the thought. He needed to keep it together, to act like the dignified vampire he was and not the rampant teenage girl that dropped her underwear for any hot guy with a car.
“Why does it matter?” he asked her, dark eyes finally turning away from staring at nothingness—anything but at her. His eyes searched her because he wanted her to say it, he wanted her to bring up what he said the other night because he wanted it. He wanted her so bad and he couldn’t smell the alcohol on her, just the petals and raindrops.
“Well, I just thought that after the other night, you’d, y’know, want to see me again,” she answered and he wanted to tell her just how right she was. That he had wanted to see her again, but he’s proud and he says nothing.
She shifted on her feet a little and looked down, hesitating for just a second before a fierce look took over her face. He could see her clenching her jaw and her eyes narrowed a little up at him. “I just wanted to say that I’ve been thinking about what you said that night, and you’re right.”
“Oh? About what?” he asked, though he knew damn well what she was talking about.
“About me wanting you.”
He didn’t expect her to come out and admit to it that bluntly, so he stayed quiet for a moment longer before he came back to the conversation at hand. “And what do you want me to do?”
He was acting as uninterested in the conversation as he could, but this was the best conversation he was having all year. In all of his years. Yet, his senses were more intune in hers than they’d ever been. He could hear her breathing, the way it caught in her throat and he could hear her faint heartbeat, racing out of her chest.
He could see the hesitation on her features as their eyes searched one another’s faces, but she seemed to give in and finally opened her mouth, “I want to have sex with you, and, well, it’d be okay if you bit me, so long as you don’t do something drastic like—”
“Kill you?” he interrupted, a toying smile on his lips and he walked forward a few more steps until she was pushing herself back into the wall of the alley they were in. They were fairly close to the entrance, but it was late and it would be stupid for any human to be out. Which, explained why she was out. Perhaps he should find out how to put a lock on the outside of the door, it’d be easier that way than trying to make sure she stayed safe—not that he cared about some weak, puny human girl just because she was pretty and he was determined to prove her wrong. “Don’t worry, darling, I have bigger plans for you than draining you.”
By this point, his fingers were digging into her hips and she was looking up at him with wide eyes that were much too trusting. His silly, fierce, naive little human. His fingers hooked through the loops of her jeans and he pulled her a little closer towards him, though a few more steps pushed her farther into the wall at the same time.
“You really should be scared of me, you know,” he told her, but while he spoke, his lips traced up her neck lightly, the vein pulsing under her skin calling out to him, begging for him to stick his teeth into it and taste how sweet she was.
“Give me a reason to be,” she snapped.
“You know what I like to do with challenges?” he asked her. His fingers had moved from her belt loops and to the waste of her jeans, slipping under her shirt and tracing across her hips and stomach. Her mind was racing with thoughts that were barely coherent and her whole body felt sensitive. Every touch of his fingers tracing across her skin, even just the slightest bit, made her legs quiver and her breath get caught in her throat.
“What?” she whispered hoarsely, but she cleared her throat afterward. She didn’t want to show him he was affecting her, but she was too late. If her breathing didn’t betray her, her shaking legs would. The way she was leaning against the wall, his body pressing into hers was the only reason she was still standing upright.
“Ruin them,” he told her, his lips finally pressing to her neck in a sweet kiss, his fingers slipping up her shirt to trace the bottom wire of her bra. If he had been anyone else, she would have been ashamed of the lewd whimper that came out of her mouth or the way she submissively tilted her head to the side and arched her back out for encouragement.
She almost whined again when he pulled off of her completely and she stumbled a little as she attempted to support herself. Her mouth was already open, about to ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing if he was just going to leave her like that, but he was already ahead of her.
“Ah, don’t worry. I’m not done with you yet, but unless you want me to fuck you against a cold brick wall, we should head back to your place,” he told her, his expression as arrogant as hers was needy.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her blank mind or if time sped up, but they were back in her apartment in no time. This time, he didn’t hesitate to open the door and lead her in with a steady grip on her waist. She barely made it into her small, leak-ridden living room before he was spinning around and crashing his lips against hers.
His lips were cool and soft and she could feel the peaks of his teeth against her bottom lip. His hands found her hips and he led her backwards until she was stumbling over the threshold between her bedroom and the main room, but his grip was steady and didn’t let her fall. She stopped just long enough to kick her shoes off, but then her arms went around his neck and he pushed her onto the bed, falling down on top of her.
The mattress that she’d had since she was 12 creaked underneath their sudden weight and she saw his arms tense on either side of her head with the muscles bulging as he caught himself. His eyes were dark and when he grinned down at her, she got the first real look at his teeth.
He pulled her shirt up over her head, supporting himself with his legs on either side of her rather than with his arms. “Maybe now I can teach you how to fucking behave.”
His words went straight to her core and she let out a needy whine. Her hips moved up in an attempt to grind against him, anything to help make him as impatient as she felt. Her fingers found his shirt, too, and almost copied his actions of pulling it off over his head, but his tight grip on her wrists stopped her. He pushed her arms up above her head and his eyes narrowed down at her in a way that should scare her more than it turned her on. “Keep your arms there, doll, or else I’ll stop and you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
She numbly nodded her head and he was satisfied that she was being so obedient. Now only if she was that way when it came to more practical things like staying the fuck away from vampires. Though, he couldn’t bring himself to complain vocally. The needy look on her face and the way her breasts swelled in the confines of her bra alone were enough to keep his jaw clenched to keep his own noises from filling the air. His hand let go of her wrists with one last lingering glare to let her know that he was serious about her staying still. His fingers traced light shapes across the side of her neck, across her shoulders and down past the delicate peaks of her collarbones until she was whining for him. Her back arched off the bed and pushed her breasts closer to him and her legs were trembling slightly and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“You need to be patient to get what you want, little one,” he hummed, though he didn’t cease his movements. He slipped her out of her bra and tossed it over the end of the bed with little worry for where it landed. His gaze was hungry on her and she was having a hard time doing as he asked.
He told her to be still and she wanted nothing more than to reach forward and run her nails down his skin, pulling him closer. She wanted to undress him and slip her hand between them and pull at his cock until he was whimpering and whining for her. She wanted to leave pretty marks on his skin that would warn anyone that he was already taken. But, she saw the haughtiness in his gaze and the pulsing between her legs warned her against making him angry. She wanted him to touch her, even if his nonchalant pace pissed her off.
His fingers continued their light torment until they reached her breasts. They pinched and pulled at her nipples in a way that hurt just as much as it brought her pleasure, but she was eagerly welcoming the pain. He looked up at her with a coy smirk and slowly moved down her body until he could wrap his pretty lips around her nipple and she whined. His tongue pressed flat against it and then he’d suck harshly and pull back with a pop that met her ears and only made her wetter.
With his heightened senses, he could hear her heart beating with how close he was to her and he could smell her, god he could smell her. He continued his descent down her body, but he was careful not to rush, even if that was what he wanted to do. This wasn’t about what he wanted, not entirely. This was about her getting punished and showing her that he was someone she would listen to.
He’d slept with countless girls before in his long life, but none of them had gotten him this eager. He wanted her to break, for her resolve to crumble until she was begging for his cock. After listening to her degrade him, compare him to a child, he wasn’t going to give in until he got exactly what he wanted.
“I can smell you, fuck, are you really that wet? I’ve hardly touched you. You’re such an eager little slut,” he told her, relishing in the way her whole body trembled. “Oh, you like that? You like it when I call you a slut?”
She didn’t answer him, but he didn’t need a vocalization to hear how her heart raced or the way her legs squeezed together. He continued moving down until he was pushing her legs apart and settling between them. When her legs spread, he could smell her even more. He moved forward until he was nuzzling his nose against the crotch of her jeans. Her cheeks flushed even darker and she started to squirm in his grip, but his fingers grabbed her hips and held her still so she couldn’t get away from him. He wasn’t sure if it was the obscurity of his actions or the feeling of his nose clumsily bumping into her clit, but the smell got even stronger.
He pulled back with a devilish smirk that twisted his features into an even darker look. His fingers hooked into her jeans again and, without bothering to unbutton them, he pulled them down over her ass and until he could push them off the bed.
His nose pressed into her again, but this time he let his mouth fall open and his tongue hang out. He pressed it firmly against her opening through her underwear, then licked firmly until he reached her clit. He could feel her hips straining against his arms, but he kept her still. He didn’t want her bucking into him, but he did want her to feel every movement of his tongue. The noises she was making above him were raunchy enough to make him blush, and he was a vampire for fuck's sake.
Her mind was battling itself to submit to him. She wasn’t a submissive person by nature, she always had an attitude about something. She wanted to submit to him, though, and as much as the thought surprised her, it also enthralled her. His tongue against her wasn’t enough, not through her underwear like this, but it was enough to drive her out of her mind. Or at least far enough that she begged for him. It was unusual and felt funny on her tongue, but it fueled a fire so hot in her stomach she felt like she could implode.
“Jungkook, fuck, please,” she whimpered, the muscles in her stomach quivering from how much she was straining against his arm, eager to chase his tongue down. He pulled away completely when she spoke and his eyes were even darker.
He pushed his own hips farther into the mattress, anything for a bit of relief. He was hoping for this, expecting this kind of reaction, but nothing could have prepared him for the real thing. Her voice was so broken, needy. She needed him to pleasure her and he was more than eager to at this point.
He let go of her hips and pulled back enough to pull her underwear down her legs, this time finishing what she’d started by pulling his shirt off over his head. The look she gave him was impatient and, after she finally begged for him, he was more than okay with rewarding her.
He went back to his original position between her legs with his hands on her hips and dived in. His mouth was hot against her clit, hot and wet and the sound of him sucking only made her roll her hips and groan his name. His tongue pressed against her clit before exploring her folds and lapping up the wetness he’d created. He let go of her hips with one hand and used that hand to drag a finger slowly around her opening until whines were echoing in the room. He’d pleasure her, but he sure as hell wasn’t done teasing her.
If her desire for him had been high before, she hated to think of a way to describe how much she wanted him now. She was clenching around nothing and she couldn’t think straight to form the words to tell him what she needed. She whined out of frustration and her fingers clenched into a tighter fist. She wanted to move her hands down, to grip his hair and pull him closer, or maybe to grab his arm and urge his fingers inside of her, but she knew that if she did either, it would take longer for her to get what she wanted. So, she stayed still and managed a breathy gasp of his name, instead.
His eyes moved up towards her and she might’ve lost it then had he not have pulled back right away. “Beg.”
“What?” she asked, though she knew damn well what he said, even though the blood rushing in her head might have rendered her a little deaf.
“If you want to cum,” he answered her patiently, though she could see the annoyance settling in his eyes. “then you’re gonna put that pretty mouth to use and beg.”
She could feel humiliation settling in her, she’d begged once, surely that was enough? God, the arrogant ass. He was going to get it later, but right now, she swallowed her pride. “Jungkook, please. I wanna cum so bad. I need your fingers and your mouth, please.”
He stayed still and raised an eyebrow, almost like a parent waiting for a child to finish getting the whole story out. She got the memo and her hips twisted under his while her mind raced to think of something that would help her get what she wanted. “Please, I need you so bad. I wanna cum, I want you to taste it. And I- and I—”
She broke off into a moan as he put his mouth back on her and slipped a finger inside of her. Once his first finger was moving in and out without any issues, he added a second one. She could feel them inside of her, stretching her and feeling so deliciously wonderful. Her legs were shaking and she threw her head back. His one hand was struggling to keep her hips still and she could feel the sting as bruises started introducing themselves to her skin.
Her mouth didn’t bother to close anymore with the rate of noises flowing from her lips that she might have scoffed at normally. From the build-up before and the pace he moved his fingers inside of her and the way his mouth was hot against her, it only took her a few more minutes to cum. A searing white-hot heat filled her body until she was no longer making any noise and she could only hear her heavy heart pumping in her chest. Her head felt light and heavy at the same time when she tried bringing it back up so she could look down at him.
He wasn’t looking at her, his gaze was focused more on her vagina and the way he just openly stared at her made her blush even more than from the exertion she’d just went through. He used his fingers, the ones that had been in her, to push apart her folds to give him a better view and he only looked away when she squirmed.
If she was only allowed to use one word to describe his expression, it would be hungry. She imagined that she’d wear the same expression on days that she was too busy working to eat and one of her coworkers brought in a five-star steak. He moved back up her body and pressed his lips to hers without any hesitance and she could tell that he was impatient, too.
When he pulled back, she almost held her breath as he started unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off, then his boxers. His cock was bigger than ones she’d taken before, but not by much. The tip was flushed and thick and already made her more slick with anticipation. Her eyes went back up to his and she almost expected him to wear a cocky smirk, but his expression was unchanging. He nudged her legs apart a little more and shifted until he was comfortably nestled between them.
“Condom?” she asked, but he shook his head.
“I’m dead, remember?” he snorted, his eyes trained on his hand around his cock as he lead it between her folds until he was teasingly pressing it against her opening. He looked back up at her then and flashed her the cocky smirk she’d expected earlier.
“Ready for all this?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.
“All of what?” she snorted, “your dick? I’d be a little more intimidated if half of it wasn’t in your personality, sweetie.”
He just snorted arrogantly and pushed into her. She anticipated him to be a little rougher when he did it, especially after what she just said, but he was careful. He moved his hips into her slowly, not hesitating or stopping until he was snuggly inside of her. Her breath was shaky when she let it out and she squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head farther into the pillow. She could practically hear how smug he was.
He stayed still then, just long enough until she let out another heavy breath and nodded her head. Then, he pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was barely in her and pushed back into her. The sting of him stretching her was still there, but it was more pleasurable to her than painful and at this point she welcomed it.
“You feel so nice and tight around my cock, little one,” he told her, his breath washing down her neck. “You tasted so good, too. Any time you want to spread those legs for me, I’ll gladly lick you clean.”
She let out a shaky whimper and tilted her head away from him so her neck was bared. He hummed in approval and kissed her skin there. “You can touch me now.”
Her hands flew down from where he’d pinned them earlier in a flash, one finding its way to his hair and the other wrapping around him until she was scratching his back. She shifted her hips a little, too, taking this as an okay to move her legs so they were wrapped around his waist and giving him better access to fuck her. She could hear the noises it made, the wet ones that made her blush as he thrusted into her and she used her legs as leverage to push him in even deeper when he moved his hips into hers.
They both let out moans at the new position and his hips moved with a faster urgency. With being able to hear how her body reacted to everything—every twitch of his cock and every movement of his hips—it encouraged him even more. His nose pressed into the skin of her neck, right above her jugular vein, and he could smell the sweetness of her blood. All of his senses were on high alert and he might have been able to cum from the smell of her cum and the smell of her blood alone.
“Touch yourself.”
She might have hesitated before, but at this point she was far too drunk on his cock to pass up much of anything he asked her to do. She’d never liked the feeling of herself, the wetness that came out of her made her stick her nose up a little. She’d always used toys when she was alone, it made it cleaner and she didn’t have to cringe whenever her fingers shined with her own juices. Eager to follow his orders and even more eager to get the pleasure quickly approaching, she removed her hand from his hand and removed the one from his back. One hand came in contact with her clit and she rubbed small, tight circles there. The other hand moved to her nipple. First, it cupped her breast but migrated upwards until she was pinching and pulling at her hardened nipple.
She was starting to clench around him again and he groaned, sucking on her skin until a bright red mark was left. His hand moved to trace circles around her other nipple, contrasting the attention she was giving to her other one and the stark difference was only helping to push her closer and closer.
Her mouth fell open again, but silent moans were the only thing to flow past her lips as her second orgasm filled her body then snapped. As soon as she felt it tumbling over, she felt his teeth in her neck. The pain of his bite and the pleasure between her legs balanced each other out in the best way possible. She was just as sweet as she smelled and he eagerly lapped up every drop that flowed out, encouraged by her orgasm. He moaned into her neck and pulled back, after all, he didn’t want to ruin this. He had plans of doing it again. He pressed his tongue against the small puncture wounds his sharp teeth had left, swiping it across the skin until the evidence of his bite was washed away and her smooth skin was left behind.
When she opened her eyes again, he’d pulled his mouth back from her neck and his lips were both a rosy red from her blood. His eyes were shut and his eyebrows were furrowed a little in concentration as he focused on using her to help him reach his orgasm.
“I’m gonna fill you so full with my cum,” he groaned above her, and even now after she’d orgasmed, she felt another shiver flow down her spine at his words. “Gonna make you smell just like me so everyone else knows you’re mine. Your blood is mine, your body is mine. This sweet little cunt is mine, isn’t it?”
“It’s yours, Jungkook, all yours,” she answered, almost in awe as his orgasm washed over him. His lips parted and his hips hesitated as they thrusted, the dull tremors of her pussy after her orgasm helping milk him dry until his cum was inside of her.
He leaned his head forward until it was resting on her shoulder. His skin was hot and sticky against her own and his breath was even hotter. Her room smelled like sex and blood and she felt even more lightheaded than she had earlier.
“I’ve figured it out,” he spoke, finally pulling back and peeling their sweaty skin apart.
“What?” she asked, clearing her throat afterwards when she heard how scratchy it sounded.
“Why you’re such a bitch.”
“Cause I realized at a young age that humans were inevitably doomed?”
“No. ‘Cause you taste so sweet everywhere else that you had to have a bitter personality,” he snorted, moving back down her body.
“Ha. Very funny,” she answered, though she did giggle. When he was back between her legs, she initially moved to pull back and push him away. She wasn’t going to be able to cum again and, quite honestly, she didn’t want to.
“‘S okay. Not gonna make you cum again, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning,” he spoke, but his eyes were trained on her opening instead of looking back at her and it took her a moment to realize why. He was watching their cum drip out of her with the fascinated look of a five-year-old watching a remote-controlled airplane fly around in the air. “Gotta stuff you full of mine, so everyone knows.”
“Jungkook, you’re out of your fucking mind if you think I belong to you,” she retorted.
“Ah, so you only belong to me when I’ve got my cock deep inside of you?” he asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked up at her.
“For now,” she answered with a giggle. He moved back up her body and ghosted her stomach lightly, making her squirm.
“Then you better spread your legs again cause I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
