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Black Ravens [Taehyung x Reader]
⟶ Credit: @kimtaehyunq / @kth1
⟶ Genre: Smut | 21+ | Vampire!Au
⟶ Warnings: pwp, vampire!taehyung, humanfem!reader, slight dom!taehyung, large shlong implied, cursing, blood play, biting kink, spanking of the ass and puss, nipple play, breast play, spit play, bondage, rough/hard sex, fingering, oral (f), orgasm denial, scratches and bruises, multiple orgasms, etc
⟶ WC: 8k+
⟶ Summary: Working for an underground blood den ran by vampires, your nighty duties get interrupted by your favorite client.
⟶ Beta: Thank you so much to @kithtaehyung , @out-of-jams , and @ppersonna for looking over this and helping me out when you could. I really appreciate all of your inputs, it means so much to me.
⟶ Teaser: As sweet as his words sound coming out like liquid honey, you know he means what he says. A baleful promise, one leaving you stirred and nervous for the night ahead of you.
⟶ Author’s note: Thank you all for supporting me and my multi-content works! It makes me happy that there are people who enjoy what I come up with. Please enjoy the rest of your day/night and take care of yourself!
Warm, metallic blood trickles down the ample skin of your shoulder, messily leaving the lips of the mouth currently latched onto you. His arms are caged around you, pushing your back up against his slim frame while his hands roam freely. You were forced into the feeding from the start. He’s quick and knows exactly what he wants. Before you’d figured he was finished, he’d pulled you to the seat of his lap, giving little time for small talk in between — a straight shot.
It’s not the first time you’ve loaned your blood to a vampire, after all, especially with your line of current active work. It most definitely will not be the last either.
Welcome to Black Ravens.
A dark, hidden underground blood den inn run by vampires and filled with willing humans who sell and supply their live blood — and sometimes body — for money. Call it prostitution or donation, your choice really. The pay is good… Real good, and it covers the expenses you need and provides you a comfortable chance to save some in the bank.
You only found out about this place through a friend of a friend. A suggestion, highly recommended for a quick money fix, yet you find yourself indulging into the business further. It’s a slippery slope; finding security with money by only “working” a few hours at night and on rare occasions, you relieve that sexual itch your body craves with only the most trusted of clients. This has happened a handful of times, you’re never too greedy in that department. Sex with a vampire is, and forever will be, a different pace compared to another human.
However, you have no intentions of those mannerisms with your current client — the one still feeding off of your shoulder as his grip tightens around your waist and hand cups around your breast. He has only paid for the feeding session anyways, and you know tonight — like most nights — you only signed up for feedings, not fuckings. So, you serve as a quick bite for him, something to satisfy and give him what he needs. The groping is only casual and comes with the feeding portion of the act. From what you’ve heard whispers about, vampire’s feel more than they let off. Desires brewing deep down into their beings and feeding only rises those lustful sins to the surface.
He is gorgeous, as most other vampires you’ve come across are. Eyes twinkling with a sinister hue of playful red whenever he glances over your freshly exposed skin. Silver hair frames his face, and tucked behind one ear dangles the most elegant, expensive pair of crosses from his lobe. His jaw is just as sharp as the teeth that pierce into your veins for the third time tonight. The most attractive and addictive attribute of his must be those luscious plump lips, puffy even pressed firmly against you.
He muffles a groan after swallowing a mouthful of your blood, a natural fix to his vampiric pallet. You assume he’s been deprived a few days with the rate of his feeding. Probably equivalent to finally receiving a decent meal after surviving a few days off of plain crackers.
The room looks and smells like your atypical vintage hotel room but with a maniacal twist. Large gray, toile patterned drapes hang over windowless sills. Dark noir gothic damask, velvet to the touch, decorate the walls around you. Ebony wooden furniture sets identical to each ‘ feeding room ’ scatter throughout the medium sized den, complemented with dusty pink tones.
Ambient music emphasizes the atmosphere around you, a low tempo instrumental piece playing through a surround sound system. You spy yourself through the standing mirror off in the corner etched with inky, intricate designs; the reflection showing several crystal lighting fixtures, the faux rug, and charcoal bedding with a show-stopping canopy of which you’re sat upon.
There’s a unique sensual sensation that casts throughout the edges of your body, tickling your fingers and toes every time you’re being fed on. The pleasure you gain from the experience is due to the sharp pain inflicted on you; you’re practically a masochist.
Your musings are interrupted by the sudden sound of a heavy, impatient fist banging against the other side of the door.
“I’m with a client,” you call out with a sigh.
But the knocking persists, getting louder with each beat where you fear the door will suffer damage.
Now, both you and the man hugging you from behind find the noise upsettingly irritating. Before your mouth can respond once more, you hear the frantic high-pitch voice of one of your neighboring co-workers, L.
Through the sound, you can identify the noise of the coded touch pad that links to the locking mechanism of the door, dinging a pitched tune of a successful entry.
As you struggle to unhinge yourself from your reluctant client and stand up to head toward the commotion, you fall still in the middle of the room. The battered door swings open and a far too familiar figure stands in the frame, his hand clutching a fistful of the brown, loose strands of your co-worker’s hair and panic crosses her angular face upon meeting your bewildered gaze.
“Taehyung…?” you whisper out, heart spiking immediately as you take in his appearance. You consider him to be the most routine of your clients and it has been about a month since his last visit. He looks dashing, even with the scowl dressing his face.
He smiles, not soft or kind, but almost daring and devious. His hair falls into deadly hazel eyes, flat black locks curled about like bird feathers. Your confused and shocked expression only pleases him further, drawing up the corner of his mouth before his eyes flick to the other being occupying the room. The air in the room shifts, tension tightening the atmosphere as the two men exchange seething glares. Their eyes flash with words unspoken between them, muscles frozen as if daring the other to make the first move.
“Your feeding session is up, Jimin,” Taehyung speaks out while shoving L into the room. “I am surprised to see you here with Y/n and not your usual.” He references your co-worker, giving her a pointed look as Jimin stands to his feet.
For the first time that night, you finally hear the sweet tenor voice of the man who, only just minutes ago had you in an intimate position, speak up.
“With the way you spoke about this little one, I grew curious to try her out. I did not think you would be back in town so soon, brother.”
Jimin’s thumb rubs the excess blood off the corners of his plush lips, making a purposefully loud hum of satisfaction at the sweet taste. His eyes trail over to L, who stumbles toward the center of the room. Clear bite marks cover the length of her neck and peek out across her legs, bared by the short hem of her dark green lace dress — you can tell she must have been pulled from her reserved feeding room.
“She is not yours to try out.” Taehyung places his hands in his pockets and leans against the nearest wall. A lazy stare is fixated on Jimin, who is walking past you and stepping up to L. She stands a few inches taller than his shorter stature.
Jimin disregards the burning look from his coven mate and favors the worrisome face of his “ usual ” feed, smirking to himself as his hand brushes the side of her face.
“She already has me after my feeding. I booked her for the night.” Jimin tilts his head back to glance over at you, eyes fiery and alive. “You were just a snack before my main meal.”
The statement doesn’t faze you. You’re more unimpressed with the cockiness radiating off of him. Whatever he may be doing, you soon understand it has an effect against Taehyung from the way you feel his hand slither around your waist and draw you closer to his hard body.
The deep baritone of Taehyung’s voice growls, “ Get out .”
“My pleasure.” Jimin smirks. “She was… How did you put it?” — he rubs nonchalantly at his jaw — “Ah, yes. Orgasmic .” He chuckles to himself, using L as a prop in favor of grinding his pelvis roughly into her side.
You feel the grip around you tighten, Taehyung’s fingernails digging into the fabric of your gold embroidered corset. “Tae, my manager —”
“— already knows the situation.” He’s curt, never breaking his eye contact with Jimin as he speaks. “You are bought out for the rest of the night. Forget the other clients.”
“What?” You lean back to peer up at Taehyung in disbelief, blinking at the way his hazel hued irises flash scarlet. “What did you do?”
He ignores you until Jimin and your co-worker waltz out of the entrance of your room, waiting for the door to click shut. You can barely breathe as the room's air becomes still. You swear you feel the change physically, like a light mask covering your face and preventing you from perfect ventilation.
Taehyung is smooth in the way he locks you into his embrace, twisting your body to fit against his. The close proximity of his face has you flustered before you can even register the heat filling your cheeks.
“Miss me, kitten? ” His voice is rich and raspy, vibrations rumbling his chest. His lips find the sweet, tender spot of your outer ear, whispering soft words as his cool breath sends chills down your spine.
“T-Tae, I’ve only signed up for feedings. You usually book in advance. Y-You can’t just break the rules whenever you want.”
He hums with satisfaction, smiling as he places heated, fleeting kisses down the column of your neck. Touching the most recent flesh wound left by Jimin.
“You seem to have forgotten that I am your best, and favorite, client . I am higher up on the ladder compared to those little managers of yours too. What I say goes .”
Taehyung’s tongue flickers out to swipe against the drying blood that cakes your shoulder. He involuntarily shivers at the first taste, savoring the delicious flavor that seeps inside his mouth. Instantly, his fangs bare, turned on just at the thought of sinking them right on top of the bite mark.
You look away with heated embarrassment, his words playing a possessive trick on your mind. “Just because you have money —”
“— I am older than all of them.” He levels his eyes with yours, stare unreadable. “My coven owns this dingy business. I control what is allowed here.”
His hand grips your chin firmly, keeping your jaw set in place and your attention on him. A dominant smirk creeps up on his beautifully handsome features, a pointy fang peeking out from behind his cupid bow shaped lips. “I am the one that clears all your clients. I choose them for you , not the other way around, kitten.”
You swallow thickly, intimidated completely by the way his gorgeous eyes spark an ominous look. The corners of his mouth tick upward in a heart-stopping smile.
“You allowed Jimin to?”
“ Never . He probably pulled a few strings to slither his way into your room tonight.”
The vampire before you breathes deeply, a flash of jealous anger contorting his expression before it disappears just as fast as it came. You feel the tug of the strings on the back of your shirt, unknotting the pathetic threads tied around your ribcage.
Taehyung tilts his head curiously, watching the realization dawn on your face with an intense stare. There’s a spike in your heartbeat once again, whether it be anxiety or excitement or a mix of both.
His fingers continue to tug at the loose fabric, ripping it at the seams and forcing the piece to peel away from your skin. The action is fast, speed far greater than you expect and before you know it, you’re quickly crossing your arms over your bare chest as an impulsive reaction.
The hand holding your chin tilts your face to the side, straining your neck and presenting to him clean, unbitten skin. Taehyung groans devilishly at the sight.
“My little kitten, how sweet of you to leave your neck for me.”
You watch through the corner of your eyes at the way Taehyung’s hazel eyes melt into a luscious red. They bore into the portion of your neck that stretches out for him, leaning himself closer to the desirable spot in seconds.
You feel the cool touch of his wet tongue swiping a thick, languid stripe up the length of your neck, a deep chuckle resounding from his throat from the whimper that tears from your throat.
“I love how shy you become no matter how many times we’ve played this game,” he whispers seductively against your skin “You only get this shy with me, correct?”
The sharp scrape of his fangs dance along your neck, his heated breath tickling every nerve ending in your body. Instead of the inflicting pain you expect from his teeth, you feel the keen suck of your skin between his lips.
He holds you to him with strong hands, rolling his tongue against the flesh he pulls between his lewd mouth. Taehyung doesn’t settle too long in one area, he’s too feverish on the idea of marking you up. His mouth moves across your skin, groaning happily at the grotesque colors drawing closer to the surface. You whine in his clutches, heat rising to your cheeks and body warming up from the manipulation.
“Tae…,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto the front of his slate gray suit. Your eyes scan over his prominent collar bones trying to hide behind a loosely buttoned dress shirt. “Tae, Jimin took a lot. I think I need time before you —”
You feel a harsh suck from him in retaliation to your words, causing you to gasp out loud. Taehyung’s hand bunches up the flowy skirt you wear and raises it up your legs, slotting his knee between the gap of your thighs. He pulls you up against him, pushing your hips — and more evidently, your crotch — straight against the muscle of his thigh.
“Stop talking,” Taehyung nearly snarls his words against you, locking his palm around the small of your back and the other gripping a fist full of your hair.
He cranes your neck, admiring his work on the canvas of your skin while guiding your hips against him. You shake at the friction against your nether region, fists twisting against his clothes. Taehyung’s hair falls into his eyes as he tilts his head to appreciate the mounds of your chest, squished between the tightening of your arms. They stand pert, your puffy nipples both erect with excitement.
Taehyung inhales deeply, exhaling a deep rumbling growl. “You have no idea how angry I am right now. About how Jimin weaseled his way in to take what’s mine.”
His eyes flash over at the prominent bite mark across your shoulder, scrunching his nose with disgust. He forces you to walk backwards into the adjacent wall, pushing you firmly against it. Taehyung grazes your arm with his palm, running it down to grip your forearm and twists it as he raises it above your head.
Another bite mark placed on the underside of your wrist shows in the light, catching Taehyung’s eye.
“How many times did he bite you?” His eyebrows furrow and nostrils begin to flare.
“Three.”
He’s fast with grabbing your other arm and repeating the same action, looking for evidence on the wrist. Both of your arms are pulled high above your head and become pinned with the strong lock of his fingers, nearly cutting off circulation.
“Where?” His eyes are possessive on your skin, looking all over your exposed chest and stomach. The lack of spots gone untouched only makes him suspect the worst — spots where he loves to savage his teeth into you. Jealousy begins to bubble inside of him even more than before.
His free hand grips at the waistband of your skirt, instantly ripping the piece up in shreds as he looks around your waist and hips.
“My leg!” you screech out, “just on the back of my calf, nothing more!”
“Show me.”
Whatever materials covering your body ceases to exist after Taehyung tears them from you. Your nude skin is displayed before him, wiggling under his penetrating stare. You begin to lift your bitten leg but quickly it’s being gripped up and over Taehyung’s waist as he presses his cloth covered pelvis into you.
His palm holds the meat of your thigh, a smile crosses his beautifully detailed face. “I’ll make sure nobody will ever touch you again, kitten. How does it sound to be all mine? To be out of this place and inside my arms? You know I can treat you good.”
Taehyung hovers his face closer, nose edging along your cheek and down your jaw.
“All those lovely moans coming out of your pretty little mouth as I fuck and feed off of you,” he chuckles a deep laugh, noticing the way your legs quiver at the reminder of the past escapades the two of you shared.
“Don’t tease me like that.” You clear your throat as you look away. “This is just business. I know there are others. Stop saying things like that.”
His bottom lip gets trapped between his set of teeth as he narrows his eyes down at the expense of your naked body. “Nobody like this.” He grinds his hips into yours. “All readied up and wet for me.”
You hold back your moan, sucking in a breath and straining your wrists against his iron grip.
“C’mon, let me in, kitten,” he emphasizes with another thrust. He coos at your attempt to hold back, laughing at the way your face scrunches up with pleasure.
Taehyung’s free hand traces up the side of your body and back down to the junction between the two of you. His fingers roam to the split of your lips, pushing them even more apart to free your clit to his view. You feel yourself clamping down involuntarily, anticipating the rough contact of his calloused thumb.
“Tae, please —”
“— Hmm?” His attention snaps up to you, tongue swiping out to lick his lips. “You want something?”
Silently you nod, a shuttered breath leaving your mouth.
His fingers dance around your lower lips, taunting and teasing your bare pussy but refuses to touch you where you need him the most. They massage into the flesh, lightly brushing his knuckles gracefully across the little nub that contains thousands of nerves.
“Taehyung, please touch me.”
“I am touching you,” he chuckles.
“Touch me more,” you beg with a whine, hips pushing against his body.
You feel his mouth on your neck, tongue wetting the skin while sliding his hand down further to prod your entrance. Two fingers circle the ringed muscle of your channel, lathering his digits with your leaking essence and readying your cunt for the undeniable.
“I won’t go easy on you tonight, kitten. I am going to make you cry out my name so everyone can hear. My kitten can do that for me, yeah?”
As sweet as his words sound coming out like liquid honey, you know he means what he says. A baleful promise, one leaving you stirred and nervous for the night ahead of you.
He plunges two long fingers straight up into you, gliding effortlessly straight into your gspot — an area he knows far too well. Simultaneously his teeth break the skin against your neck, sinking his fangs straight through like a razor slicing you open. The sudden introduction of pain mixed with pleasure has you sighing out loud, squirming from the rough use of his mouth and hand.
You can hear him gulp down your thick blood, the sound almost like a slurp. He’s precise with the angle of his ravaging fingers as well, jarring up ruthlessly into the spongy padded walls, right into your hidden sweet spot that has your cunt pulsating.
Taehyung continues to abuse your pretty cunt, smiling to himself from the way your moans begin to fall from your lips. Your legs shake vigorously while he flicks up into you and how his face looks wickedly gorgeous as trails of blood trickle from the corners of his lips. His fingers mimic the same movement of his tongue when it comes out to swipe the excess remains of his drink, making you imagine the muscle of his mouth diving into you.
You begin to tighten fast, back arching at how close and promising your orgasm is. Your body notifies him that you’re ready to jump off the edge into bliss — but he chooses to deny you of that.
Taehyung chuckles darkly, smirking down at your pathetic body vibrating in his touch. His ministrations are paused, halted completely as he savors the way your pussy sucks him in eagerly, body afraid to let his fingers — and orgasm — slip away.
“ No, no! ” you beg through pants, eyes wide with worry.
“Open and suck.” He slips his fingers from you and inserts them into your mouth. You suck with fever, showing him how much you want and crave him.
Meanwhile, he drops your wrists and admires you with a cocky grin, hand quick to unbuckle the belt from around his waist as your palms come flying out to hold onto his forearm.
With fast movements, Taehyung surprises you as he dislodges his fingers from your mouth and favors latching them around your neck. He squeezes just enough to have your blood rushing fast, lazily dripping out from your brand-new flesh wound and over his fingers. He could care less about the mess he’s beginning to make with the way he uses this to his advantage, guiding your body backward and tossing you with little effort to the silk sheeted and plush of the bed.
He licks around each finger, blood and your flavor mixed together, all the while his eyes scan down your entire body like it’s his favorite meal. Belt in hand, he steps toward you with a wolfish smile.
“Hands,” he commands, voice dark and agonizingly sexy.
You obey naturally, blinking up at him with a confounded face. Your heart beats rapidly with exhilaration, mind running wild with endless possibilities.
Taehyung binds his belt securely and tightly around your wrists, locking them in a hold you cannot break out of.
With you resting on your back, Taehyung kneels down between your knees. His hand grips one of your ankles, drawing it up to his mouth. A singular soft kiss is placed to the inside, making his way up your calf and to the bend of your knee. He smiles while the pads of his fingers dance on the inside of your thigh, drawing tantalizing circles into your skin with his nails. Taehyung crosses X’s into two areas where he plans to submerge his teeth, right above your femoral artery.
“You smell so divine, kitten. I really do not plan on sharing you after tonight.” His scarlet eyes gaze over your center, lust pooling into the irises.
He doesn’t play around, nipping on your skin first with a grunt. The piercing fangs come once again, and again, and again . You whine on impact with each bite. Blood flows out from each hole in your skin, dripping down onto the sheets below you.
Instinctively your hands come rushing to push against Taehyung’s head. He’s too strong and solid to move with your attempts, unable to go against his vampiric strength. “ T-Tae ,” you hiss through your teeth and through the pinching pain. Your thigh becomes pinned down under his force, unable to move from the weight of his palm as he relishes in the taste and smells of you.
“Now, now.” He’s messy while playing with the red liquid, using his tongue and fingers like a paintbrush and your skin as a canvas. “Why don’t you play with my hair while I continue to play with you ?”
“But I want to cum!” you whine with protest.
“Shh.”
Taehyung moves up your body, mouth leaving sloppy bloody marks across every inch of skin he touches. Taehyung possessively sucks your skin between his lips, drawing up more darkened hickies. He reaches your bosom, engulfing both mounds completely with his hands. He squeezes hard, squishing them as close as possible and watching them jiggle after release.
He allows you to thread your fingers through his raven locks, combing his hair back and exposing his forehead. It keeps you preoccupied but not for long, until you feel a liquid landing onto the center of your sternum.
Spit lays in a small lump between your breasts. You watch the way Taehyung spreads it across to one side, gliding the saliva to the point of your nipple before he pinches it hard. He’s entertained with the way the sensation causes it to tighten and perk up, repeating the same action to the other immediately after.
“My, look at you.” He playfully slaps at each tit. “Look how your body reacts to me.”
He continues to toy with you, being rough with his hands and kissing over your entire chest with dirty talk and sweet promises.
Tingles of pleasure burst across your skin in goosebumps. He knows exactly what effect it has on you and he is taking full advantage. Your head rolls to the side, chest rising and falling rapidly under Taehyung’s intimate touches.
Once you begin twitching under him for more friction, Taehyung pulls away.
“Taehyung, please. Please stop playing with me!” You emphasize with the way you’re tugging at the roots of his hair.
A quick and harsh slap lands down on your exposed cunt, earning a jolt and cry from you. “Behave,” he instructs. Gripping your wrists, he flips you around in place. “I’ll play with you all I want. You’re just too damn greedy, aren’t you?”
His palm is fast coming in contact with your ass cheek, repeatedly beating and bruising into your skin moments later. It feels like a whip cracking straight into your skin, lashing his handprints into your backside.
“ Oh! ” your mouth gaps open with a cry. The more he spanks you the more the stinging pain radiates and the more you're oddly aroused. You feel your body magnifying the intensity of Taehyung’s dominance, getting wetter the more times he slaps your ass.
“Aren’t you?” he repeats with a growl.
“Fuck” — you hiss between your teeth — “ Fuck! Yes, yes I am!”
“You’re going to be a good kitten for me? Yeah?” His hand grabs the meat of your ass and massages the flesh between his fingers. “Let me fuck you nice and good after i’m done playing, right?”
“Please, please Tae! ”
“I told you I was not planning to go easy on you tonight.”
You hear the sound of a zipper being undone behind you. Your heart flutters inside your chest while Taehyung lifts your hips up, shoving a thick pillow under your body to keep you propped up.
The mixture of blood and sex lingers in the air, fueling Taehyung’s impulsive senses to the extreme which blends into his inner rage. He shimmies out of his jacket, slides down his dark gray trousers to release his large cock from its fabric-themed cage.
You breathe heavily into the mattress, twisting your head to the side in an attempt to look back at him. The excitement bubbling inside of you from knowing the vampire is truly gifted down below has you on edge. You hate to admit it, but you have a strong attachment with the heavy log that grows stiff between Taehyung’s lean and muscular thighs.
Suddenly, the cold chill of his skillful fingers re-enter you from behind, thrusting eagerly into your cunt.
“Ah, shit!”
He curls his fingers sinfully into you, rocking your body with the force and speed he uses. Your bonded hands grip to whatever bedding you can get a hold of, anchoring yourself as much as possible while writhing in the crippling pleasure and sexual pain. The knot in your stomach coils unbelievably tight in a matter of seconds, the tingly sensation growing urgently fast.
Your back arches and knees lock together, ass sticking out further to beg Taehyung to shove his deft fingers deeper if possible.
“Oh god. Please, please! I’m close!” Your eyes blink away the glossy tears that build up.
“Kitten wants to cum right now?”
Taehyung leisurely wraps his fist around his shaft, rotating his wrist around his entire length to tease himself before getting ready to dive into your tight hole. He places his thumb straight onto your clit, flicking side to side while his speed picks up.
You’re on the verge of breaking, that perfect stretch to the finish line is right in your sights. The moans falling out of your mouth heighten with the approach as your mind goes hazy with fever.
“Oh-oh, I’m… I'm! ” Your walls begin to shutter around him, repeatedly clamping down around his knuckles.
“Cute.” You hear him say, his eyes glittering in amusement. Following the complete stop of any movement on his end besides the palm on his dick. Instead of continuing, he listens at your protests and cries with a smirk.
“ Why? ” Your eyes look over your shoulder to see Taehyung tonguing the side of his cheek.
He remains silent as his deep red eyes lock onto yours, a wildfire brewing within them. He insists on spreading you wide, fingers scissoring your entrance open as he twists inside your fluttering walls. He pries your pussy open, prepping your body for him.
There’s something utterly dark and cruel at the way you see him getting off on your upset state. His mouth looks ready to completely swallow you whole as his hand rubs along the length of his thick cock.
“I’m going to ruin you, that’s why,” he chuckles as he hovers his head closer to your backside.
Taehyung’s mouth comes inches away from you, you can feel his breath tickle your opening. However, what you expect doesn’t necessarily happen yet.
Thinking that his dangerous tongue will come out and dance between your folds, rather you feel an aggressive wad of spit splattering against and inside your hole.
A wide smile displays across his face at the way the muscles of your cunt fight against the straining of his fingers and how his spit greases over your nether region. Finally you feel the wet muscle of his mouth replace his fingers, fucking itself into your walls as he shoves his entire face against you. His muffled moans and groans send vibrations, stroking the excited nerve endings.
Your chest constricts, breath hitching as his mouth closes down around your clit, sucking on the small nub and licking into your cunt. You force your ass further against his face, pleading and whining for more of him.
“Taehyung, please fuck me. God, please. I’ll do anything!”
“I have to make sure you and everyone else knows you are mine , kitten. No more clients for you after tonight. You ready for that? You want to be my little kitten? A personal bloodbag for me to feed and fuck whenever I please? I can take care of you in so many ways.”
Taehyung pierces into your skin once again, fangs plunging straight into the curve of your ass. He applies pressure to tilt your backside even further up with his large hands, using them to spread your cheeks as his knees push apart your legs. Slowly, he moves up your body. Kissing the dips of your spine and shoulder blades. He meets your beautiful face, hand clutching your jaw to twist you enough to look back at him.
He’s met with your panting, strained face. There’s a gloss coating your eyes, shining in the light of the room as you look up at him in a fuck-out state. Desperation swirls deep behind the desire of your irises.
“ Tell me, ” he speaks slowly.
Below, you feel Taehyung aligning the tip of his cock against your abused pussy. Sliding the bulbous head between your labia and circling it teasingly. The taunting of his dick is all you can think of, how exciting and compelling the idea of him to fill you up right then and there.
“You want me to take care of you, Y/n? Forever be my little kitten?” He emphasizes between his words with the slight pressure of his prodding cock against your entrance.
Call it delusional or stupidity. Or better yet, perhaps a spell has casted over you from the utter beauty of this tall, dark, and handsome vampire who’s corrupted your bed far too many times to count. The agonizing ache of delayed orgasms and pure adrenaline running throughout your insides intensifies your need for him.
You need Taehyung to completely take care of you right here and right now.
“Please. Taehyu—”
Taehyung leans his face closer to your ear, his frame hovering your body. He whispers in such a sinful baritone, “How many times do you think I’ll allow you cum all over my cock tonight?”
You know he doesn’t expect an answer, the question is rhetorical. Pointless.
Just as worthless of his attempts to open you up before he enters you. Knowing very well from all the times before that his massive cock never seizes to stretch you to new extremes.
At once, Taehyung shoves his entire length into you with no hesitation. He stares down at your face; watches the way it contorts and winces at his sudden intrusion with a smile. The initial stretch burns: it has your toes curling and fists snagging the silk fitted sheets.
Your legs shake with such built up tension, nearly blowing you completely off balance if it weren't for Taehyung’s iron grip on your waist. He thrusts into you fast and steadily. Every excruciating inch of his cock forces your walls open to accommodate the thick length that spears into you.
There’s nothing sweet about the way he pounds you into the mattress, earning your very first orgasm of the night by the fourth harsh thrust into your cunt. Your body tightens and shakes, face buried, teeth biting straight into your bottom lip.
“That’s it, kitten. Show me how much your pussy enjoys my fat cock.”
His pace is rapid and fierce, unrelentless. Taehyung is nonstop, hammering his hips into you from behind while you ride out the first, and now second, climax. You feel your body being pushed to its max limits faster than you expect, a wave of exhaustion washing over you in the middle of Taehyung’s rampage. He fills you up completely and empties out of you just as easily, leaving your body begging for more.
Back to back you feel the constant pulsations of your nerves collapse over another, pushing past any oversensitivity and straight to blissful, rhythmic contractions of your pelvic floor muscles and everything around it. Your pussy tightens with a vice grip, walls clamping down around Taehyung’s blessed length.
The surprise orgasms only distracts you from the bruising grip Taehyung’s hands have around your hips, nails indenting small crescents into your flesh as he speeds his pace. It most definitely will leave marks in the morning.
“Oh god! You’re so fuckin’ big,” you whine into the mattress. “T-Tae, don’t stop!”
He’s faster than usual, there’s a sense of urgency behind the way he forces your body upright and has his hands groping along your pretty chest and traveling down your front. His cock reaches at a shallower angle, short and quick thrusts jabbing into you.
“Oh, I do not plan on stopping until you cum at least two more times. Let your greedy little cunt try to milk me,” he laughs while nosing your hair, mouth finding purchase to a clean space on your neck.
You feel it 一 the small break of skin that allows more of your blood to flow out of you. The moment you hear Taehyung begin to groan at your taste is the same moment he’s pressing his agile fingers straight onto your clit.
Your hips spasm with twitches and jerks, not knowing which way to tilt as Taehyung completely controls your body.
Symphonic moans release out of your mouth, cursing profanities and requests. Your eyes roll back, vision going blurry at the flooding of your senses.
“Stay with me, kitten.” He kisses alongside the shell of your ear. “Let me take care of you.”
You feel so numb to the fast movements of Taehyung who swiftly and effortlessly swaps your bodies. He lays flat on his back, your legs straddling both sides of his hips.
Taehyung’s face is sculpted from the gods . Demonic gods with curses and witchcraft. He looks up at you with lust through hooded eyes, blood stains escaping the sides of his mouth and chin. The whites of his teeth shine out between the flesh of his lips, playfully biting down on the bottom one. Pieces of his hair fall down around his stunning features, outlining the sharp definitions of the angles in his face.
His hands hold you firmly on him, refusing to allow you to grind down into him. Taehyung’s vivid crimson eyes stare at you, almost with a challenging, brooding look to them.
Your tied hands land on his broadened chest, gripping the loose fabric of his shirt between your fingers. Here, you realize how much your body is trembling, fingers twitching to expose his sharp clavicles, delectable torso, and solid abdomen by unbuttoning his top.
“You’re really pretty,” you slur out without a second thought.
His body flexes under your treatment, reacting to each delicate touch you trace into his skin. Not a mark on him, completely contrast to how you look. Your body is peppered in gruesome marks, smeared and dirty smudged of your blood scattered everywhere. Littered with bruises.
Taehyung takes your wrists after your thumb absentmindedly skims over his right nipple, too preoccupied with admiring his exposed body. He slips them up over his head, locking them behind his neck where you’re forced to lean forward toward him.
There’s an uneasiness that bubbles inside you the closer your face gets to his. Something that you cannot describe or understand, though you find yourself leaning closer as if his eyes were welcoming you in.
“You ready?” he questions as his hands guide your hips along the length of his cock.
Looking past your breasts and stomach, you spy the leaking essence decorating Taehyung’s lap. Your essence . It’s embarrassing how much of a mess there is, all from you but caused only by him.
With a nod, you’re slowly lifting yourself. You feel his cockhead kissing the entrance of your pussy, smoothly pushing right back into you. The stretch isn’t as extreme as the first, but the burn still remained present.
“ Shit, ” you curse under your breath. Amazed how his size still continues to make you struggle.
“You’re so tight again, kitten. I love this about you,” he coos.
This time he allows you to adjust, letting you take the reins to feel him out. You watch the way your stomach protrudes out the moment you sink to the hilt of him. Full, right to the brim.
“Mmm,” you hum.
He holds you there for some time, hands pressuring you into the seat of his lap. Ever so often he tests you out by flexing his muscles to twitch his cock, hoping to earn a reaction from you. Even with the small amount of movement it feels undeniably pleasurable.
With your head tilting to the side, you sigh. Your fingers find purchase in the loose strands of his hair, knotting them in your clutches as you slowly roll your hips against him. The moment your eyes fall shut; you feel the undeniable urge to relax 一 feeling as if everything is but a dream.
It’s snuffed from you all too soon, no thanks to the hand that comes in contact with your ass that stirs you awake and out of your dazed fantasy.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
Taehyung bends his knees, feet planting into the mattress as he lifts up his hips. With a new fervor, he holds your body up with him, fucking himself into you.
You cry to the vampire, legs closing around his body. “ Ah! ” 一 your eyes shoot open 一 “ Tae, oh god! ” Your weight lays on top of him as much as possible, pulling at the hair on the back of his neck with each rough, savage thrust you endure. He’s the only thing you can hold onto.
Mid-thrust, Taehyung turns his head to kiss the skin of your arm before biting into you again. The bite releases more endorphins, your mouth calling out to Taehyung. Pleading him to slow down.
“I’m feeling lightheaded, Tae…”
“Are you now?” he snickers. “Going to pass out on me? My cock that good?”
His tongue traces along your skin, cocking one singular brow as he toys with your blood.
“T-Tae!” you hiccup between the rapid pistoning. Body weak from the intense pounding and generous amount of blood siphoned from you.
His cock rails deep inside of you, dragging across all the luscious spots within you that has you keeling over.
Your mouth is sputtering the most sweet, lyrical moans and weeps. Telling Taehyung how vulnerable and close you really are to collapsing on him with another orgasm.
“Give it to me, kitten,” he growls, using the pressure of his hands to bounce you up and down on him with inhumane speed.
You cry your heart out the moment you feel that tightened coil snap in half, waves of tingling sensations electrifying every nerve within your body.
“ Tae! ” you sob, nails digging into his hair as a fight to stay anchored.
There’s a moment of pure pleasure that desensitizes everything around you. Your muscles feel weak, frail even.
The feeling of a soft plush pillow surrounds your head, back pressed gracefully into the sheets below you. It feels like what you imagine a cloud feels like; airy and cool to the touch.
A sweet promise of comfort and rest. Your eyes flutter close at the idea of sleep, body twitching and shivering regardless of how sweaty and hot you’ve become.
Taehyung removes his last piece of clothing from his arms, sliding the shirt off the side of the bed. You feel the cool knuckles of Taehyung grace the round of your cheek, fingers hooking around your jaw and pulling your mouth open.
Soft, full lips instantly place on top of yours. His enticing tongue compels you to allow it in, and you do. It reminds you of reality, refusing to let you slip away to oh-so tempting dreamland.
The iron flavor is the taste you’re met with the moment his tongue sneaks past your teeth and licks into your mouth. You meet him with yours lazily, a slow tantalizing kiss with the vampire who’s currently speared straight into your cunt and holding his entire length inside of you.
He giggles to himself, or at you, you’re not quite sure.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Taehyung blinks at you, eyebrows furrowing. He looks too beautiful, too serene to be before you. Even with his glowing eyes you’re beguiled. Even with the offended look crossing his face, he looks too tempting .
“Are you asking me to?”
The softest ‘ no ’ comes whispering out of your mouth.
Slowly, Taehyung takes the belt that’s digging into your wrists and unhinges it. He grips one of your wrists, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing the harsh imprint left on your skin.
You moan softly from the tender touches he gives you, contrast to all the other actions he displayed prior.
“Good,” his voice is low. “I’d be upset if I didn’t have my kitten anymore.”
At a leisurely pace, you feel Taehyung move his hips back, drawing out his cock. You feel the soreness of your lower region, an ache that will stay with you for hours on end. But the immediate feel of Taehyung disappearing from your cunt has you whining out his name in protest. Hands gripping the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. You fight to hold him there, even managing to wrap your legs desperately around his waist in a pitiable attempt.
Taehyung chuckles, shaking his loose hair away from his glistening forehead. He grips the headboard above you with one large hand, the other clutching the side of your waist.
Roughly, Taehyung slides himself straight back into your pussy with no warning. Shocking you awake and eliciting a loud shriek.
The muscles of his shoulders which you hold onto for dear life flexes with his accelerated thrusts, fucking you straight into the mattress. There’s no doubt in your mind that anyone outside can hear what’s going on in this room, the protest of the bed squeaking harshly at the movements, your profanities and obnoxious cries emitting into the air, and not to mention how much the lewd slapping of skins resonate loud like a drum.
A sob escapes your lips as Taehyung gives you a particularly painful thrust, causing you to rake your nails down his naked back and cutting streaks into his skin.
He responds with a low growl, jaw clenching. His fingertips dig deep into your skin, holding you in place as he continues to rock into you. The sound of the headboard begins to snap under his other palm, bending it to the mold of his fist.
“Taehyung,” you urgently gushed, “Tae, I’m-I’m close!”
The stinging ache in your center is promising you one last release, one last sensitive pulsating delivery straight to the apex of your thighs. Your constant throbbings and wall clenching around his shaft only urges him to continue, pounding his cock deep inside of you.
Taehyung fights the urge of pouring himself into your cunt right then and there. But the moment he feels you convulsing around his body, cunt squeezing his cock, he’s sliding his large hands beneath you. You gasp, your torso lifting from the mattress as Taehyung holds you tightly in his arms. Your head rolls back as he gives you a few quick, sharp thrusts.
“ Fuck, kitten! ” Taehyung moans.
You feel his arms harden around you, pushing you straight into his chest as he chases his orgasm. Small twitches of his cock indicate he’s near, so undeniably clear that he’s aiming to bury his entire load into you.
Moments later he’s grunting into you, head shoved between the junction of your neck and shoulder as he spills everything. Curses... vulgar remarks… his cum.
He holds you there, impaled on his cock and against his cool skin. Taehyung sniffs your skin, relishing in the scent of your sex and blood. His fangs are just about ready to pierce you, but he halts the moment he feels something wet land on his chest.
Small tear drops land in unison, shining in the light of the room. Your face fails to hide the trails, even with the way your skin shines with perspiration.
“Look at you, weakly holding onto me.” He pants out beautifully, breath trembling from parted lips. Your eyes fight to stay open, wanting to look at the gorgeous man before you.
“Y-You’re going to take care of me?” You croak out, voice dry and hoarse from the sexcapade.
“Yes, kitten. You’re all mine now .”
His hand creeps up to the back of your head, tilting it forward to lay against him. The pace of your heart beats erratically inside your ribcage, vastly unlike the thumping that goes on inside his chest 一 or lack of.
The gesture is gentle, beckoning you to enjoy the rest your body is begging to have. He allows you to drift off into sleep, cock and cum still submerged into your cunt.
Slowly, he lays the two of you down on the mattress. Taehyung holds you close, refusing to pull out while his dick begins to soften inside of you. Your head luls against the pillow; sleep comes fast while soreness spreads throughout your body.
The last words you coherently hear is the sweet promise of being protected for the rest of your human life.
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Originally posted on Tumblr - April 29th 2021