On The Significance Of Names
Summary: Despite living in a world where romantic or sexual relationships with witches could be punishable by death, you, a witch, still feel confident enough to ask your friend Taehyung, a werewolf and prince, to allow you to relieve your intense curiosity that could’ve only sprouted from years of sexual repression, and give you the chance to feel what it's like to pleasure a man. Genre: Smut, just pure filth Word Count: 5k Author’s Note: You can think of this as a parallel universe to the Stealing The Bite au but YOU DON'T NEED TO HAVE READ THAT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONESHOT AS IT'S MEAN AS A STAND-ALONE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE PLOT OF STB. So new readers are welcome. Gif Credit
"___, you can't be really asking that of me." Taehyung looks at you apprehensively, as if knowing that a single wrong word could set you off, and he wasn't wrong about that. But you also see that there was something dark swirling in the depth of his brown eyes that wasn't there before you had made your bold request.
"Why?" You say, tone charged and daring him to say what you prayed he wouldn't. This was Taehyung you were talking to. He wasn't just another one of the mindless sheep. He could think for himself and he wouldn't regurgitate those baseless superstitions about your kind. He was your closest friend, that alone can testify to how different he is.
You knew that what you were asking of him was no small thing but it's not like you were telling him to bed you. All you wanted was to touch him, to know what it felt like to bring pleasure to a man for once in your life. Taehyung was your only hope of satisfying the curiosity that progressively ate away at you through your nearly two decades of life. Were you not also a woman? Did you not deserve to know the company of a man like any other, even on such a small scale as this?
Taehyung should at least allow you that much, being himself the primary cause of your affliction. Not that you'd tell him that.
"Because you're my sweet princess." You snort at the ridiculous term of endearment he uses for you. You were no princess. If you were, you wouldn't even be having this conversation. If you were a princess, you would be able to shout out to the world, to Taehyung, how you truly felt about him. But you're just a foul witch.
"All I want to do is protect you. I would lose it if someone even thought those dirty things about you. How can you ask me to be that person? It's completely unthinkable." He says earnestly but still smiles at you, hoping you'd smile back and forget all about this madness. But you don't smile. How can you when he's basically told you that he's never thought about you the way a man would think about a woman. Did he even think of you as a woman or was the fact that you're a witch stopping him from viewing you as one?
"That's complete rubbish, Taehyung, and you know it. Why don't you tell me the real reason you won't let me touch you?" You challenge, calling him by his full name, instead of Tae or Taetae like you'd normally use, daring him to say the worst. Daring him to say that it's because of what you are and that he'd sully himself if he let your dirty hands touch his pristine skin.
"That is the real reason!" He says defensively. Too defensively.
"Do you not find me arousing?" You ask.
"Gods, no!"
"Has my body never stirred something within you?"
"Princess..." He protests, clearly uncomfortable with the question.
"There it is." You say bitterly, "You claim that I'm your sweet princess and that's why you've never thought about me this way. Not to offend you, my prince, but you're not exactly known to be picky about whom you bed so you must really find me undesirable to be so averse to letting me get you off."
"___," Taehyung groans and walks over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders to gently massage them. "Don't say that. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. Men would kill to have you."
"But they don't. Because I'm a witch, and witches are poison apples. That's what they say. I just never realized you thought the same."
"I don't," He cries in protest, but you don't listen to him, shrugging his arms off and heading to the door.
"I never knew you thought so low of me. For god's sake, you fucked a succubus, Taehyung! Am I really worth less to you than a god damn succubus?!" You shout, the pain tangible in your voice as you open the door and tell him to get out.
How did you know about the succubus? Taehyung doesn't know, but he feels the sting of shame as he realizes his princess knows such incriminating information about his sex life. That was nothing but a drunken tryst he was dared into by other lords and noblemen. Something he did to establish some meaningless power over them and gain their worthless admiration. Why were you comparing yourself to that? You meant so much more to him.
He feels the need to defend himself to you, to try to make himself seem like less of the sick pervert you undoubtedly now think of him, but what would he even say? How can he defend himself without spilling the secret he has been guarding with his heart and soul for the past few years? If he were to tell you the truth you wouldn't think twice about throwing him out of your life and locking the door shut forever. He couldn't live with that. He would do anything to prevent it.
Taehyung hastily closes the door and pulls you away from it, backing away until his back hits your concoction table and you're standing a few inches away from him. Wordlessly but determinedly, he guides your hand towards him until it is resting firmly on his crotch, and with a sharp intake of breath he says, "Go on, do it."
You recoil in disgust and rage but you can't escape when he has such a tight hold on you. "I don't need your pity. You obviously don't want this. I'm not going to touch someone who finds me so repulsive."
He tries calming you down, calling out to you with a soft, beckoning voice but you continue with your struggle to get away from him.
"Would you stay still?" Taehyung snaps and you immediately cease your efforts, not helping but pout at the annoyed tone he never uses with you. "I'm not doing this against my will. I want this, alright?" He asks but you don't respond so he presses again. "Do you believe me, ___?"
He returns your hand to his crotch, this time more firmly, and he holds your gaze prisoner to his hard one. You know what this means in the werewolf world. He was challenging you, establishing himself as the alpha he his and daring you to defy him. You can't, of course. Even though you aren't a werewolf and you're not bound to their way of conduct, you still can't help but submit to the powerful alpha. You lower your eyes and nod quietly, starting to palm him over his breeches the way his hand was guiding you.
To your relief, you feel him already a little hard beneath your hand, and you don't have to deal with the logistics of where to put your hand and how to move it as you just follow the contour of his member, stroking up and down as you'd seen women do dozens of times before.
You could feel him hardening further under your touch but you couldn't be sure because of your lack of experience and the barrier of clothing between you and his member which conceals him from you. So you listen for any sounds that might come from him, knowing him to be a vocal lover from the times you'd observed him, but you hear nothing. It was as if he was holding even his breath from you.
And sure enough, when you chance a look at his face, you see him biting his lips and scrunching his face, eyes screwed shut. He was hating this. You were sure of it, but he was just too sweet of a friend to tell you to stop because he knew it would hurt your feelings after the tantrum you just threw at him.
Taehyung releases a pained breath through his clenched teeth, and in a desperate attempt to save yourself from the horrific embarrassment of not only having asked this of him but having him hate it so much he looked like he was physically in pain, you make a last ditch effort to turn things around and make him enjoy it, moving your hand from his crotch to the hem of his breeches and slipping it inside, making direct contact with his velvety skin.
A reverberating groan comes from the depth of his throat and he hunches over as if someone had punched him in the stomach. You jump back, startled and offended, your cheeks flaming and the contents of your stomach fighting to escape through your mouth. Taehyung's eyes snap open immediately, their color now a clear amber and you can't believe you'd taken things this far. You've never seen a werewolf's eyes change to this color unless they were engaged in a fight, and not just any fight, only fights to the death. That's how much Taehyung didn't want this.
But before you could run away to find a fire big enough to fling yourself into, Taehyung's hands wrap painfully around your arms and he yanks you back to him. "Why'd you stop?" He growls, voice rough and dangerous.
You'd planned to yell at him, shouting that if he was so against this then he shouldn't have lied about it. You didn't need his pity and most of all you didn't need to feel like the lowest scum on earth, especially not from him, and that's exactly how you felt now. But your voice couldn't come out as anything more than small and hurt, "I'm not stupid or blind, Taehyung. I can see that you want me to stop."
You were ashamed of yourself, feeling a pinpoint well of disappointment springing up in the pit of your stomach and overflowing to your insides. Were you really that loathsome to Taehyung? Under all his pretty talk of equality, was he just another bigoted werewolf?
Taehyung's lips draw back in anger and he looks like he is about to snap your head off but when he sees the fear and shock spilling over from your eyes, his features soften somewhat. "I want you to keep going." He states, tone steady and bearing no argument, and yet you attempt to.
"But you're--" All you hear is another growl before your lips are suddenly engulfed in a bruising kiss. Taehyung's body always felt overheated to you, it was a side effect of the high metabolism of werewolves, but now as he kisses you, you can only describe the heat of his mouth as nothing short of a furnace that reaches out to you with its fiery arms and you gladly jump into its embrace.
You don't attempt to fight against him, submitting to his will at once and letting him lead the kiss the way he wants to. Taehyung moans into your mouth appreciatively and after prodding his tongue into your mouth, tasting every corner of it in a messy kiss, he pulls back, satisfied with the way you'd fallen limply into his arms.
"Don't stop, please?" What starts out as a command ends in a soft plea and you find your legs losing all desire to flee from him as you stare into his hypnotizing amber eyes. Were those eyes the reason you were so subversive to him? Was his alpha status somehow working on you?
He lets you go and starts unlacing his breeches, taking his member out and you immediately blush and look away. You've seen it before, of course. You've even fantasized about it as you touched yourself, imagining yourself in place of all the beautiful women he fucked. But you've never seen him like this before, with his knowledge and all his attention on you.
Taehyung grabs your jaw and makes you look at him again, "No, you have to see. This is what you wanted, no? I want you to see what you've done to me."
You force yourself to see and you're bewildered by how big he seems to be. You've always known of his size, either from the tales circulating far and wide about him or the times you've hidden in the shadows and watched him or simply from the fact that he's a werewolf but you never imagined that it would look even bigger up close. Thankfully you hadn't asked him to fuck you, or else he would have surely split you into two.
Taehyung grabs your hand and places it on his cock, letting out a small moan once you touch his heated skin, "Feel how hard you got me?"
You nod minutely and start moving your hand over him, much more easily now that you could actually see his length and it was not confined by his breeches. You could feel Taehyung's eyes burning deep into your skull but you can't bring yourself to look at him, scared you might combust if you do, so you just focus on the light strokes of your hand up and down his stiff cock.
He plants a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, reinforcing the reassuring power of his following words, "You're doing good, princess. That feels really good."
Gradually, you begin hearing the familiar moans that have sent you into a frustrating sexual frenzy so many times before, and your chest swells with pride at the fact that you were the one causing him to make these sounds this time around.
You weren't proud of the fact that you'd watched him fuck other women before without his knowledge but you couldn't help yourself. It had happened by accident at first, as you were planning a prank on him, you caught him pressing a beautiful blonde against the wall of one of the endless halls of the great castle, and before you knew it, you were watching your friend eating out some nobleman's daughter's pussy.
You couldn't think of him the same way after that, not after hearing the way she was screaming at his every touch, and the unforgivable thought, of him doing to you what he was doing to her, embedded itself deeply into your brain and refused to leave.
You'd touch yourself to that scene for long nights to come, until it became hazy and muddled in your mind then you'd sneak after him and watch him seduce another woman, and again you'd use the image of them to get yourself off, only for the same thing to happen again after some time and the cycle repeats itself.
Only now it wasn't just in your dreams. Taehyung was right there in front of you, moaning at your touch and giving you little praises of 'good girl', 'you're doing so well, princess', 'don't stop', and 'gods, you're killing me'.
But once more, all noises stop and he's silent again. In frustration, you look up at him but falter at the unsure and timid look on his face.
"What?" Your tone is sharper than you intend and you feel guilty. He was already being so generous with you. He's the werewolf prince. He didn't need to let you do this when he had women throwing themselves at him left and right. Women who aren't regarded as a threat to society.
"It's a bit dry." He attempts to explain but when he's met by your completely blank and uncomprehending face, he timidly elaborates further, "Will you be good for me and put it in your mouth?"
You must have looked horrorstruck, face blanching and eyes wide, because he backtracks immediately, "It's alright if you don't want to, I'll just use my spit."
How could he ask you that? Taehyung laments. Of course, you wouldn't do it. How could he think that someone as pure as you would ever want to put her mouth on the cock of a werewolf who notoriously does nothing but fuck a different woman every day? You must be disgusted with him.
Your cheeks burn. You don't know why his request was so surprising to you but something just felt so sinful about your closest friend asking you to put his cock in your mouth, the friend who always spoke to you so lovingly, the friend who was the prince of this kingdom.
More surprising and much more reprehensible, you realize that part of the reason you had such a strong reaction to his request was that deep down you were also driven by an unfair bias. Not only did werewolves hate witches, but the opposite was just as true. A witch who loved or had a relationship with a werewolf was shunned from her coven and had her name cursed for all of eternity because werewolves were the enemies and anyone who befriends an enemy is a traitor to her sisters.
Shoving the bigoted thoughts out of your mind, you push his hand away from his mouth, and fall to your knees, determined to fulfill his request. He was doing all of this for you, the least you could do is try to make this as enjoyable for him as possible.
When you're at eye level with his cock, you hesitate, feeling suddenly intimidated by his large size and not imagining you could take him the way you'd seen other women do before.
You see a small drop of a whitish liquid oozing from his slit and you unconsciously prod your tongue out to swipe it into your mouth for a taste. You swear you see his entire body shake at that and a long keening moan tears itself out of his throat, "Kitty..."
You shudder at the nickname. He only ever rarely uses it. At first, it was something he used to tease you with, loving to watch you huff and puff at the slightly condescending nickname some people used to belittle witches with because of their association with black cats. But Taehyung never meant it that way and that's why you never took offense to the name. Somewhere along the way, it turned from something used to tease you to a cherished name he called you whenever you did something he particularly appreciated.
Hearing him use it in this context set your body alight. With one silly name, he proved to you just how much he liked what you were doing, no matter how inexperienced you were. So you steel your nerves and take a deep breath, preparing to show him just how much you appreciate what he was doing for you.
You open your mouth as far as it can go and take care to be aware of your teeth as you take him rapidly into your mouth. But hopelessly inexperienced as you are, the second his head hits the back of your throat, you gag and recoil away from him.
Taehyung's eyes are glazed and disoriented as he looks down at you. "What are you doing?" He questions and you feel so embarrassed you could burn. What were you thinking? That you could somehow best those sensual and experienced women he's had before you? Pathetic witch.
As if sensing your mood change, Taehyung jumps to reassure you, "It's OK, princess. You don't have to do that. You're already making me feel better than I've ever felt before."
You scoff at his outrageous claim, and he grips your hair firmly, looking at you determinedly to show you how serious he is. "There is no need for that. Just do what you're comfortable with and it will feel heavenly to me."
You believe him somehow, grasping his cock in your hand again and leaning your head down to give him little licks and kisses that have him panting.
"Put your tongue here," He instructs gently, guiding your mouth to the base of his cock, "and lick all the way up... That's right, good girl." He sighs, caressing your scalp with his fingers. "Now go down again and kiss me over here." He pulls you down to his balls, "Don't hold back. Kiss me like I just kissed you. Don't be afraid to use your tongue."
You follow his words closely, relieved by the throaty moans he releases. He continues telling you what to do, showing you the way around his body as you start to get calmer and he starts to feel overwhelmed, sweat dripping down his neck and his lungs going into hyperventilation.
He draws away from you completely then puts his cock to your lips again, only letting the head in when you obediently open your mouth for him. For a second he looks hypnotized, staring frozen into your eyes as a mouse stares at a cobra before it strikes. But he snaps out of it with a shudder when you impatiently run your tongue along the groove between his head and shaft.
"I want you to suck on it, princess, so sweet and pretty like it's covered in honey."
You whimper, wrapping your lips around his head and sucking greedily at the delicious nectar you imagine you could taste. The salty, bitterness that greets your taste buds is a harsh contrast to the sweetness of your imagination but you don't let that deter you, flicking your tongue rapidly up and down his slit and swallowing every little drop of precum that escapes his cock until you see his knees buckle.
"Am I making you feel good, Tae?" You ask, lips still connected to his cock by delicate strings of saliva and precum, eyes wide and hopeful.
"Ah, kitty," Taehyung moans, half whining, half sighing. "I'm so sorry. I'm a bad, bad man. Only a sick man can enjoy the sight before me now. Why do I find such pleasure at seeing my innocent princess on her knees, sucking so sweetly on my cock? The gods will surely curse me to all seven hells for being such a sick man but, mercy me, all I can think of is cumming on that lovely face."
Taehyung looked sincerely troubled and it made you irate. You weren't some innocent child. In fact, you were one year older than him. Why was he babying you like this? You're an adult with desires and needs, just like him.
You take him out of your mouth with a pop and stand to your full height. "Shut up, Tae." You grab his face and pull him into a kiss, silencing all his nonsense protests. You half expect him to pull away. Wolves have highly sensitive tongues and you've seen him deny the women who attempted to kiss him after they'd had him in their mouths before, but Taehyung falls right into your kiss, restless and holding nothing back.
You rake your fingers through his sweat-drenched but perfectly styled long hair, pulling and tugging on it as you bite at his plump lips until you're sure you've made your point clear enough.
When you pull back, your chest heaves at the mess you'd made of him, hair flying everywhere and lips red and swollen, at least for the moment. Your eyes sparkle with mischief as you tell him coyly, "I'm merely doing my duty for the prince. I'm your subject after all and I must please you whatever way I can, master."
Taehyung whines but you can tell he likes it by the steady growl that starts in his chest, "Don't call me that. You don't know what you're getting yourself into, princess."
Stubbornly, you take his cock in your hand and stroke him firmly, making him throw his head back in pleasure. "Don't call you what? Master?" You feign ignorance and Taehyung's head drop heavily to look at you again, eyes completely dark with lust. "But you like it so much, master. I've seen how you get when other women call you that."
His surprise barely shows through the lust but you see it. In the heat of the moment, you forget about the fact that you just admitted to watching him fuck other women. "You must get off to the feeling of power you have over them, knowing that they'd do anything imaginable to please the prince. Does it turn you on to think that way about me? Is that why it felt so good seeing me on my knees? Do you wish I'd take care of you like they do?"
Taehyung's cock twitches at your words and despite your inexperience, you can tell that he's close. 'I wish you'd want to.' Is what he wants to say, instead, he apologizes, "I'm sorry, princess. I'm a wicked man."
"Yes, you are, puppy." You reprimand, watching his pupils turn into slits at the belittling nickname that clashes with his dominant nature. You're sure that if it was anyone else but you, they might have lost a limb already for that simple slight against the prince but since it's you he keeps himself under control. Still, you decide not to risk it again. "You're always so horny, you have to fuck a different woman every day. I've seen the trouble you get into because of that insatiable lust of yours. How many wars had you almost started because you went after women who were promised to another or were already taken?"
Taehyung growls at you, clearly not happy with your choice of topic and he grabs your face, his abnormally elongated nails digging deeply into your cheeks, "Stop... talking about other women." He seethes, canines showing sharp and clear "You'll never be like them."
You clamp your mouth shut, taken aback by his hostile tone and his sudden slight shift into a werewolf. Hurt blossoms inside your chest at his words and a traitorous fear licks at your spine at his appearance. Would he hurt you?
No, you shouldn't let such doubts infest your mind. This was Taehyung, he'd never hurt you. You try convincing yourself as he plops his head on your shoulder and you're constantly reminded of his lethal canines as they occasionally brush against your skin when he starts kissing all over your neck.
You swallow the pain and just focus on his irregular breathing beside your ear, feeling an almost magical energy oozing out of his body and latching itself to your own making it heat up alongside his, and making you feel the steady rise of his desire right with him. The faster you move your hand on him, the more your shared desire grows and the more you ache.
Soon enough, you're heaving in breaths as your hand moves in a blur over his cock. It doesn't help that his neck kisses never cease, only growing in desperation as he grunts into your skin.
You knew wolves had a thing for necks. It was almost sacred to them as it is of great importance in mating rituals. You've never seen a werewolf kiss or nuzzle the neck of someone who wasn't their mate. They always took great care in avoiding that particular body part so it put you on edge the way Taehyung was so easily kissing yours, and you suddenly felt way out of your depth. You clearly didn't understand as much as you thought you did about werewolf behavior and it was a particularly bad timing to have that revelation as Taehyung just kept getting more rough with his kisses the closer he got to his orgasm.
You were scared to ask him about it in order not to break the spell and pull him out of his heated trance, making him step away from you. Then you'd be back at square one, or even worse. He had stopped speaking minutes ago and now was only letting out a confusing mixture of growls and purrs.
"Kitty," Taehyung pulls back to look at you, voice gruff and barely recognizable to you. "Why are you doing this, kitty?"
"I-I..." You feel disoriented by his question. Why was he suddenly asking you this? You didn't know and you couldn't think when his amber eyes were shining so brightly with a predatory glint that made him seem like he was seconds away from eating you up.
"Are you really doing this because you're curious about men?" He snorts, showing you just how little he believed that. "Or are you doing it because of me?"
You can't hide the way your eyes shift away from his or the sound of your harsh gulp that rings clearly in his ears. "Do you want me, princess?" He chuckles and you almost move away from him, feeling tears stinging your eyes at his apparent mocking, but he holds you in place firmly, making you never stop pleasuring him.
"Don't be shy now, princess. You wanted me and here I am. Only I want so much more from you than some silly touches." He smiles at you wickedly, and you feel yourself getting smaller in front of the suddenly intimidating wolf. "But that's not important, what I wish to hear is what you want. So tell me what is it you want from me, princess?"
"Do you want me to rip your skirt off and lick up all that sweet wetness gathered between your legs for me?" He pulls your skirt up, agonizingly slow, until one of his hands could reach your ass then he lets the skirt fall to the floor again, concealing the way he prods his fingers between your cheeks to reach your weeping hole. Your whole body seizes and a whimper falls from your lips as your hands stop what they're doing to clutch at his shoulder when your knees become too weak to handle your weight.
"Tsk, Tsk," Taehyun chastises you, grabbing your hand and coaxing you into touching him again. You meekly follow his silent order, not wanting him to stop the maddening way his fingers were circling your hole. "Do you want my fingers, kitty?"
You whimper in agreement, not knowing if you still have the ability to talk or not.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
You're confused for about a second before he pointedly pushes your lower body onto the hand he has between your legs and your cheeks go up in flames as you realize what he wants you to do. Humiliated as you are, you can't refuse him when he was so expertly working his fingers on your pussy like a puppeteer handles his strings.
You spread your legs, planting your feet far apart from each other, and lean your upper body onto his, standing on the tips of your toes and pushing your ass against his hand to rub your pussy back and forth onto it.
"Good kitty," He purrs, mouth hanging open and lids falling down over his eyes until only a slight slit remains to watch you from. You feel his cock twitch in your hand as if reminding you not to neglect it, and you return your attention to it with renewed vigor, translating all the frustration he was making you feel into your movement, and making him bite his lips to attempt to keep his moans at bay.
"Do you want my cock? Want me to stretch your tight, little pussy out and fuck you the way you watched me fuck all those highborn bitches?" He growls and you nod desperately, rutting onto his hand shamelessly like you were in heat. He suddenly plunges two fingers into you, making you stop and scream out.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Keep screaming for me." His fingers move in and out of you mercilessly, hurling you at a terrifying rate towards an orgasm so powerful you felt like you might die from it. "Where are your claws, kitty? You're always such a feisty vixen, I half expected you to be the one fucking me. It's not my style but I would've done it if you asked me to. Would have lain down all good and obedient for you and let you ride me until you came."
His head drops back down on your shoulder and you feel his mouth on your neck again. Instead of the cold shiver you expected to run through your body and cool you down, your fear mingles with the overwhelming desire and they explode the moment you feel his teeth raking against your skin, making you cum with a scream of his name.
You really should have seen it coming, with the way his kisses were closing in on that infamous juncture between your neck and shoulder. That special spot that even non-werewolves knew about, and the way he was pulling at it with his teeth every which way as if testing it out. Then you wouldn't have been so startled when you felt Taehyung's teeth plunge into it, undoubtedly bestowing you with his eternal mark.
Your whole body freezes in shock and pain but your hand stays clenched firmly enough around his cock, and he uses it to help him through his orgasm, growling into your shoulder as his high overtakes him. "Kitty, my kitty, my mate, mine."
You feel your blood burn its way down your chest, seeping out from underneath his fangs, and mirroring it, is his warm seed slowly trickling down from between your fingers.
Oh, gods, what have you done?
Author’s Note: I... have no excuse
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