Hey love~ Could you get a request of mine done?
Sub!Jin as an aristocrat, who doesn't believe in any sort of myths as such, is a famous poet and is held in high regards in the society. Y/N is a reclusive widow, or so the people think... but secretly she's a vampire, and Jin gets successfully seduced by her?
I wish you could write about when she bites him and sucks him off👉👈... it's fine if this doesn't chalk up to your taste, but if it does ... could you please please please make a sizzling piece????
Ooooo sexy! I’ll be happy to write this for you! Thanks for sending it in!!!
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“Black lace”
Pairing:sub!jin x widowed vampire!reader
premise: King PD hosts a grand ball to commemorate his anniversary of becoming king. To this ball, he invites every known noble that resides in the kingdom. Among said nobles is Kim Seokjin, one of the Kingdoms greatest minds to date. The poet is treated as next to royalty, so no one expects him to be so mystically drawn to y/n, the dark widower with a secret she has yet to behold.
A/n: please enjoy! Thank you for sending this in, it’s so hot <3 I’m happy to write this and I hope you have good day! I’m sorry for talking so long with this. From now on I’m going to try my best to post more frequently!
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The clock strikes eight.
King PD had just given the guards clearance to allow every guest into the ballroom. It was time for the celebration to begin. No longer would the golden walls of the room be dormant; laying in wait.
King PDs chief knight; Namjoon, had opened the doors, and began happily greeting the royal citizens of Bangtan, one by one. It wasn’t long before they came flooding in, painting Castle Bantangs walls with their extreme etiquette and modesty.
The socialites each made their way in, one by one, or group by group, as it was immensely popular for citizens to attend these events in parties of four or five people. Seven, eight or nine, was also very common.
As Namjoon greeted Lady Boa, his eyes fell upon a familiar face in the line.
His chestnut brown tresses properly styled, a creme colored shawl and suit, leather shoes, and bedazzled staff, he all dawned. His clothes clung perfectly to his lean frame and broad shoulders, making him such the eye candy.
Namjoon was all but surprised; his friend was known for standing miles outside of the box.
The familiar face got closer until it finally graced Namjoons presence.
Ah yes, he recognized the poet from anywhere. His confidence a shadow, his utter beauty the Angel on his shoulder.
“Seokjin,” Namjoon began, as he bowed. Seokjin reciprocated; following formality was never an issue on his behalf.
“It’s nice to see you here. I didn’t think you would attend.”
Seokjin grinned. “How could I not? King PD is my favorite king ever.”
“I’m afraid He’s the only king you know, Jin.” Namjoon quipped with a smile. Jin chuckled and patted his friends shoulder. They loved banter; clearly it was refreshing.
“Aren’t you nervous for your speech tonight?”
Jin was a man of words. His words, his weapon. That’s what he was known for. A renowned poet. Everyone indulged in the many publishing’s of SJK, or Kim Seokjin. His poetry was everywhere, even in schools.
“No. Speeches are my thing.”
He could never be nervous to speak. It wasn’t in his nature.
Namjoon didn’t even know why he asked the question. He’d known Jin for so long at this point, it was clear that Jin had no issue with projecting his voice to people. He did it over text, and to Seokjin, it was no different from that at all.
“I’ll be off then,” said Jin. “I think those hors d’oeurves are calling my name.”
Namjoon chuckled, as it seemed that Jin was ignoring the obvious display of other socialites beckoning for his attention. He would give food his attention, but not his adoring fans.
Just as Seokjin was going to turn around, his eyes fell upon a feminine figure, draped with black lace from crown to soles.
Jin’s mind was quick to put a name to them; a black swan present among the opposite of its kind.
They sashayed closer, and the aura radiating from them absorbed Jin entirely. Jasmine and Vanille fragrance massaging his olfactory receptors.
“Good evening, Ms.l/n,” Namjoon greeted. She lifted her veil, revealing her stunning features to both Jin and Namjoon.
A seductive fox, with a dove for a face. An Angel, who’s true origins are unknown. Heaven or hell, did she crawl from?
Jin was known to use mythical creatures in his poetry, but no one really knew that he never believed in any of that stuff. He was a sucker for metaphorical poetry; allusions and allegories galore. Doves and the heavens went together to portray an image of a divine sight; a sight Jin didn’t believe in until now.
Now he believed in a higher power. Mother Nature must’ve had a limit to the beauty of her billions of creations. A God must’ve sculpted this woman out of porcelain and breathed life into her statue.
Of course, Jin was trapped under her gaze, a victim to true seduction in its purest form. She welcomely grinned at the man enthralled by herself. She knew him; he was Jin, the poet.
“You have the most beautiful eyes”, Jin begins. “Your eyes behold the truth of all time, and key to all earthly beauty.”
He latched onto her hand, and kissed it in custom.
“I will be the one to uncover each one, for I am an explorer and your irises, the unknown.”
She blushed at his compliment. She was easy to understand such metaphors.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Such compliments were hard to come by for the woman. She repulsed people, not by her face, but by her past. People who knew her, hated her. Seokjin was a breath of fresh air.
“Tis not a problem, my dear. Would you like to accompany me to a table?”
Namjoon snickered behind his hands, laughing at how quick Seokjin managed to land a date for tonight’s event. That was so like him; his words got him into many situations.
The woman nodded gently and grabbed Seokjins free hand, sashaying once again with him by her side.
Her presence earned whispers and stares, a widow with a new man was bound to receive criticism.
Jin was clearly non the wiser to the current state of the royal ball room, or maybe he didn't care. He was indifferent. The woman in front of him was more enchanting and demanding than the thought of the other nobles and their bigoted opinions. Jin hated most of them, save for a few of the more pleasant bunch of his friends.
Long story short, the nobles always had their opinions, as did all people, so Jin cared little about their stance on most things.
He and his newly found date found a table and sat promptly next to each other, basking in each other’s new found presence. 
Jin seemed to be enthralled with the woman in front of him. His eyes wouldn’t leave her face, as opposed to her, who stole a quick glance at him every two minutes. Jin’s tender stare was forcing her to shift her attention away from the formal speeches being given.
She tried to break the ice with a measly question.
“Don’t you have a speech to put on soon?”
Jin handsomely grinned. “Yes. I do, however I don’t go on until late. There’s many a time before I lay foot on that ugly stage, unfortunately.”
“Why unfortunately?” She asked with genuine curiosity.
“Because….I simply don’t care to stand and give these people my time. I am devoted to King PD, after all he saved my life a long time ago .These townspeople are ignorant though. I wish not to be in their presence. I only want to give the speech out of respect and my love for the action of admiration.”
Y/n nodded in great understanding. The towns nobles were judgmental. She knew this fact best. The people barely associated with her after the untimely death of her husband. Come to think of it, they never even seemed to like her enough then.
For a split second, the same thought crossed both their minds. They didn’t want to be sitting here, soaking up boredom.
Jin grabbed y/ns hand and got up quietly, trying to leave without a sound following their movements. Namjoon spotted them out of the corner of his watchful eye, wondering where they were going. Jin was the type to get horny during these things, Namjoon thought. He knew a lot about his friend and his occasional lack of restraint. He also knew it was because of Jins lack of any sexual encounters. If Jin had a dollar for every person that had a desire to get in bed with him, he would have been a billionaire. On the other side of the coin, if Jin had a dollar for every person he had actually slept with, he would have exactly ten dollars in a piggy bank with change for some reason.
The pair met in the secret hallway, if anything, more quiet than secret. The hall was empty, just them and their heavy panting present. They had held in their breath for too long.
The exhale they both let out revealed the heavy emotions of lust and exhaust. The room felt hot now, and they both began to look more attractive by the growing minute.
Jin found himself being suddenly controlled by her striking beauty. He couldn’t think straight as he stared into her dominant eyesight. What was happening to his body? He felt himself inching closer and closer to her by the minute, but why? Was this his doing?
In an instant, they both grabbed a hold of each other, grasping into each other’s faces with urgency.
Jin had figured some entity or emotion had assumed his brains position a long while ago, so he let the last of his coherency- his tongue- lead the way.
“I am parched,” he began. “Please; let me partake in the sweet wine your lips must have to offer. Allow me to drink from your well of fresh water.”
Under her breath, y/n seductively grinned, for this was her plan all along.
“Drink till your hearts content. Drink until your mouth is no longer is dry, for I will steal a drink from you myself. The virgin red wine you behold is mine, and I wish to have a glass.”’
Poetry was Jins favorite language to speak, and thankfully she was fluent.
Their lips collided, tongues fighting a war both of them wanted to give in to. Eventually it was Jin who gave in to his temptations further than he already had. He let y/n take the reigns of the situation, as there was nothing more he wanted than to be at her mercy. The feeling of lust and subservience was racking him all night as he was in her presence.
Y/n pleased Jin better than anyone ever did. She was better; they were making out for ten minutes straight, and she was already the best he ever had. This was evident by the way Jin was moaning in her mouth, wanton. Evident in the way that he was unconsciously rubbing up on her, trying to get friction against the growing problem in his pants. Of course she noticed his neediness.
Pulling away, she moved to make enact her plan.
Love bites were her favorite.
Jin shuddered as he felt her tongue against that sweet spot in his neck. A cute sound escaped his plump lips, making her smile. She was glad he was enjoying himself.
Jin felt so sensitive. Every single part of his body was tingling under her touch. Was she aware of how she was affecting him?
Y/n rested her sharp teeth against Jins sweet spot, ready to lend her true love to him. She hoped that it would only feel like a small prick to him. Her teeth delicately sunk into Jins perfect skin, causing him to cry out. She was frightened. Was she not careful enough?
Jin wasn’t sure what just happened but whatever y/n was doing under him was feeling so fucking good. His eyes were scrunched shut, and he refused to open them for his own good. He began to feel some heightened feeling possess his body. Everything- he could feel everything, pleasurable.
To test her work, y/n used her elbow to pin Jin against the wall. Her free hand found itself palming the man, and so sudden, came the moaning of Jin. He gasped and choked on his own spit at these sensations.
“Fuck~ please suck it. Please?”
Her work was a success, as usual.
“Well, my love. Since you beg so politely.” Y/n answered softly.
Y/n unzipped Jins trousers, pulling them down past his knees. She didn’t plan to get his clothes dirty, since he did have a speech to do soon.
She wanted to ruin him, not his outfit.
Y/n got excited at the outline in Jins underwear. His juicy, veiny dick made her so wet. It was a bit long, but nothing she couldn’t conquer. She had to tease herself and him, so why not lick it up through the fabric?
Jin tried closing his legs; the sensitivity getting the best of him. Fuck he wanted it so bad, but he knew he was gonna cum fast anyway.
“Awww. Someone’s sensitive, huh? Let me taste you baby. Don’t hide from me.”
Y/n pried Jins legs open with with simple ease. She wasted zero time, her tongue licking Jins tip through his boxers.
Various sounds spilled from Jins mouth, he was trying so hard to keep quiet but he couldn’t help it. He grabbed his shirt collar and shoved it in his mouth, trying his best shut himself up. It was for his own good. He never knew he could be this loud.
“Feels so good right?”
“Mhm-fuck.”
Yes indeed. Y/n reduced a man of words to sounds only. It felt satisfying at the least.
She followed by pulling down his boxers now, freeing his hard cock. The cold air hit his cock, making Jin suck in a a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The urge to shamelessly beg was becoming harder to fight. He was fucking losing so bad.
“Please Miss. Please suck my cock. I need it so bad.”
“Baby’s so polite. I’ll grant your wish, happily.”
Y/n started with kitten licks against his tip, making Jin tremble from the sensations. He whined when he felt her entire mouth wrap around his cock, eagerly sucking him up as if she were starved. Y/b bobbed her head, not even trying to save the Jin from his orgasm. She knew he would cum fast; he was supposed to. That’s what she wanted him to do.
“Fuck! Please don’t stop!”
Y/n took all of Jin in her mouth, making sure to choke on his dick.
Jin watched her below him, and the sight forced his eyes to the back of his head. He was behaving like such a needy whore, but he was being what he truly was. It was the truth, he needed this.
Jin was drooling now, these were the reactions y/n coaxed out of him.
She swirled her tongue around his tip, Jin began to tremble in his spot. So close, so close, fuck right there!
Y/n closed her mouth around him as her finishing touch, as his warm juices exploded in her mouth. He shook violently, uncontrollably whining from the powerful orgasm that had just racked his body.
Y/n swallowed his sweet cum, teasing him whilst his cock was still in her mouth. She came off of him with a pop. Various Juices coated Jins pretty cock. He felt dizzy now. He’s never came so hard in his entire life.
What was y/n? Who was she? How did she make Jin feel like that? Was it magic?
“You should get ready. You’re supposed to be on stage in ten minutes.”
Jin barely heard such information, his orgasm still messing with his brain. He was cloudy, but his emotions were clear to him.
That woman would be his downfall, his kryptonite. So mysterious, so seductive, so entirely perfect.
