#vampire!kook

The chill of the October night had no impact on Jungkook aside from the slight ruffle of his dark locks. Jungkook shoved his tattooed hands in his black bomber jacket as he walked the deserted streets of his new town. His chunky black combat boots crunched the dead leaves on the road as he walked, avoiding the dim streetlights that nearly gave his location away.

For the most part, Jungkook had kept to himself, a dangerous feat for a rather new vampire like him. He’d been turned during a night of passion nearly three years ago, the mark left on the junction of his neck and shoulder. Sickly white scars; fang marks.

When hunger struck, the marks would sting. Dull at first, a gentle reminder. However, the sting would become harder and harder to ignore as his thirst grew. A sting like none before, a ravenous hunger overcoming him. Jungkook shook his head, he’d never allowed himself to get that hungry again. Not after the last time…

The wind howls, rustling the orange and red leaves that flutter from the trees lining the road. His steps are silent, avoiding crunching the dead leaves as he catches movement up ahead.

With a smirk, Jungkook chuckles to himself. It takes great effort to ignore the dull throbbing on his neck, his mouth watering at the thought of warm blood running down his throat. Never in a million years did he think he’d crave it as much as he did. Jungkook wasn’t one to believe in supernatural beings, except for ghosts of course, but now that he was a bloodsucker, he became aware of those that lurk in the dark. Those similar to him and those who were not…

“Get a hold of yourself,” he scolds himself as he slows, shaking his long tresses out of his eyes, not that it impeded his vision, it just annoyed him. “You’re going to lose your meal if you don’t get it together.”

Losing a meal when his hunger was slowly consuming him was a grave mistake, one that would end in his death if The Court got involved once again. He barely survived his punishment last time; he knew this time it could be detrimental.

His footsteps resumed a normal pace, catching sight of the woman that walked ahead of him with purpose. Her back was to him, her hands at her sides as her dress gently swayed with the wind. Jungkook wondered if she was cold. If she knew being out alone at night was dangerous.

Her pulse hadn’t spiked, probably still unaware of Jungkook walking behind her or possibly just unbothered by him. He knew once she reached the end of the street he’d be out of luck, so Jungkook began to sing as he walked faster. He hoped the sound of his boots hitting the pavement harder wouldn’t drown out his sweet lullaby, a lullaby that compelled his meals.

Jungkook is less than a foot behind you, singing louder but it seems to not phase you as you turn the corner, disappearing down the road, leaving Jungkook stumped underneath the dull glow of a streetlight. Had you not heard his song? What were you?

Jungkook is perplexed, watching as you round another corner and disappear out of sight. For a few minutes, Jungkook watches the corner, wondering if he should chase after you or let you go. He doesn’t get a choice when he picks up the scent of someone else, their heartbeat calling out to him.

Jungkook runs into the night, following the scent until his fangs are piercing the skin of the unsuspecting victim, his meal for the night.

It’s not until a week later that Jungkook is back on the prowl. Midnight has just struck on All Hallows Eve and he knows there will be plenty of humans to choose from, to drink from. Enough to satiate his hunger for longer.

As he walks, Jungkook keeps his head down, ignoring the obnoxious laughter of the intoxicated humans celebrating the night in their costumes. Jeers and laughter fill the air as he walks by, groups of stumbling humans reeking of alcohol and drugs. Jungkook scrunches his nose, knowing very well that the taste of their blood would be horrific if he were to partake. No, Jungkook wouldn’t sink so low, not tonight of all nights. Tonight the young vampire had options and he wouldn’t settle for less.

Turning the corner, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. He smiles at the women who walk by him, their giggles music to his ears as he flashes them a parting grin. He knew he was attractive, part of the vampire charm, but he’d been ridiculously good looking before he was turned, it just got multiplied now that he was immortal.

The roads start to clear out as he continues his late-night walk. The full moon shines brightly, illuminating his path as he starts humming softly, mostly to himself. He keeps his gaze on his shoes, watching the shoelaces rise and settle with each step. He knows it won’t be long until the roads are deserted and an unfortunate soul stumbles into his path.

A smug smile appears on his red lips when he sees the same woman from the week before, her scent hitting him like a train when the wind blows. His mouth waters immediately, cock twitching in his pants. The thought of consuming the warmth of her blood has him breathing heavier, his hand wrapping around his throat to try and quench the thirst he’s suddenly feeling.

Jungkook is unable to wait much longer, his dulcet voice filling the air as he begins to sing his lullaby. Once again, you resume your walk, looking over your shoulder at him and meeting his gaze. He’s confused when you smile at him, waving before continuing on your walk.

Jungkook doesn’t cease his singing as he follows after you, brows furrowed as the small town gets further and further away with each step he takes. You look over your shoulder multiple times, making sure he’s following behind you until you step into the wooded area nearby.

Jungkook has no reason to not follow you, his hunger growing stronger as he gets another whiff of your sweet scent. His lullaby still flows from his lips, despite it being useless in compelling you, but he still hopes it’ll at least charm you enough to be somewhat compliant for him.

When you come to a stop, Jungkook is surprised it’s at a small cottage nestled in the woods. You turn to face him, hand on the doorknob as you smile warmly at him. Your dress is shorter this time around, your delectable thighs clad in fishnets and your feet concealed from the elements in chunky combat boots with glittering silver chains.

“Coming in?” you raise a brow in his direction, it silences his singing. He blinks, once, twice before he’s got your back pressed against your front door. He looks down at you, his frigid hand cupping your face. Much to his confusion, you’re not cowering in fear like his usual blood packs.

“Aren’t you scared?” he asks in a whisper, pushing your hair over your shoulder to expose the length of your neck to him. His eyes land on your cheekbones, while noting how the rise and fall of your chest hadn’t changed in the slightest. You were a tough one, he’d give you that much.

A shiver runs down your spine when his sharp fangs scrape along your neck, but his deep inhale has your pussy clenching, a soft whimper escaping you. His breath tickles your skin when he chuckles. Stepping away from you, Jungkook places his ringed hand on your shoulder, eyeing you with curiosity.

“I’m not scared of a moon child, but you’re the type that bites,” you hum in response, eyes on his dark ones. He scoffs, “maybe you should be.”

“If I were human, no doubt you’d have me frightened,” you admit, noticing the twinkle in his eyes, no doubt part of his charm. How easy it must be for him to hunt, to compel his victims.

“I knew you weren’t normal,” Jungkook chuckles, shaking his head.

Offended, you shove him. “Rude!”

Jungkook has enough sense to look abashed. “Sorry.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes.

“What are you? I couldn’t compel you with my voice,” Jungkook licks his lips, your scent coupled with the thumping of your heart, make him start to lose his senses. “And I really wanted to.”

“That was the point, leech. I was humming a spell for protection. You didn’t think you were the first biter around these parts, right? A witch has to keep herself safe,” you glare at him.

“A spell. A witch,” Jungkook repeats, licking his lips and nodding like an overeager puppy. Your heart skips a beat, an action doesn’t miss. Did he have to be so fucking attractive?

A fanged smile greets you when you look at him again, his face inching closer, his eyes focused on your lips. His nose brushes against your cheek as he presses a kiss to your flushed skin. It’s been a while since Jungkook has shared a kiss with someone who wasn’t undead. It was an odd sensation but he craved your warmth regardless.

“Will you allow me a drink, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks politely and you find it so hard to say no.

“Not your sweetheart,” you respond with little malice in your tone. Jungkook knows he’s got you now, no need for compulsion.

“Hmm, what’s your name then?” His icicle of a finger runs down the length of your neck. Your body shivers from the touch before you give him your name.

“Jungkook,” he responds as he places a kiss on your cheek and another on the tip of your nose. “Don’t forget it, baby.”

“I won’t,” you promise as his lips plant a kiss on the corner of your lips. You wish he’d kiss you already, accidentally airing your thoughts aloud. His breath fans against your heated skin when he snickers.

“Eager for me to sink my fangs into you, love? Ever been with my kind before?” Jungkook asks as his fangs elongate a little more. He swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, gently poking one fang with it. It draws blood and you whimper.

“Want a taste?” Jungkook offers, pricking his tongue once again. You nod, eyes fueled with lust as he finally presses his lips to yours, tasting his blood when your tongues finally meet.

Surprisingly, his fangs don’t get in the way when you kiss. His hands grip your shoulders, moving upward to cup your face when he presses his body against yours. You’re caught between his firm body and your front door, utterly overcome with lust from the taste of him and the feel of his hands on your body. Every inch of you burns with desire, knowing better than to rumble with a vampire, much less on All Hallows Eve.

Forgetting yourself, you allow him to kiss you deeper, hold you longer until your hands are bunching in his jacket, thankful the zipper is undone as you grab handfuls of his white tee. Of course, he’s fucking built.

“You seem surprised. Am I your first?” Jungkook asks cockily, which earns him a scoff.

“Keep that tone and you won’t be,” you state, gaze hard enough for him to know you mean it. He nods, swallowing thickly as he captures your lips once again, moaning softly when your warm hands slide underneath the shirt.

Jungkook presses his hips against yours, hand roving down your side until he’s gripping your hip. With a squeeze of his hand, you’re moaning his name.

Jungkook didn’t think there could be anything more intoxicating than you saying his name in that tone that has his hunger subsiding into the recesses of his mind as he kisses you deeper, tasting every bit of you. He resists the urge to nip at your bottom lip, afraid he’ll break the skin and become too consumed by the taste of your blood to enjoy the rest of your body. All in due time, he reminds himself as he grips your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip.

The holes in your fishnets allow him to feel your skin, the warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of his.

“Feels so good, so warm,” Jungkook murmurs against your lips as he grinds against you. You whimper at the feel of his erection pressing into you, no doubt he’s just as turned on as you. Against your better judgment, you move your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. Jungkook nearly sobs as he buries his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. The enticing scent of your blood is sweeter now that it’s been tainted with arousal. The blood flowing through you, accompanied by the rapid beating of your heart is almost too much for him but he takes in a deeper breath, soft lips pressing kisses to every bit of flesh.

“Jungkook!” you gasp when his fangs scrape the length of your neck, digging in slightly when he passes your jugular vein. You want to desperately beg him to bite you, to sink his teeth into you and drink you in but you know you shouldn’t; no matter how tempting it is.

However, your body is drunk on lust, a mind of its own as Jungkook’s tongue licks over the vein. You rise on your tiptoes, his fangs pricking your neck. Jungkook groans wantonly, eyes fiery as he pins you to the door. His hand wrapped around your throat as his eyes flit left and right trying to read yours.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, baby girl,” he rasps in a low tone. He can taste your blood on his tongue, a minuscule amount that has his body yearning for more. The taste is unlike anything he’s had before. The term blood singer crosses his mind but he pushes it to back as he gently squeezes the sides of your throat to get you to speak.

“Maybe I want to find out,” you goad him, eyes clouded with lust. Jungkook runs his thumb along your bottom lip, knowing he should walk away but he can’t. Instead, his lips are on yours once again as you slide your hand behind you to open the front door, allowing him into your home.

The two of you stumble inside, giggling when Jungkook stumbles over his boots in his eagerness to keep kissing you.

“We have all night,” you assure him in between kisses as he kicks the door shut, pressing you to the wall beside it. He hushes you with his lips, tongue twining with yours as he lifts you easily, your legs wrapped around his hips as your needy hands tug at his jacket until he’s taking it off with one hand.

“Fuck,” you pant, trying to catch your breath, feeling your panties become soaked at the sight of the black ink riddling over each of his arms in intricate designs.

“Like them?” he asks with a cocky grin as he carries you to your bedroom, stumbling when he walks into walls and furniture on his way. Your soft giggles, and your hands carding through his hair keep him grounded. There’s no need to feel embarrassed with you. If his heart was capable of beating, he’s sure it would be thundering against his ribcage.

“I do,” you answer him as he lays you on your bed. He sits by your feet, taking one into his lap to carefully untie the laces, tugging the zipper down after. The chains jingle gently, as he tugs it off your foot to place it on the floor before repeating the process on your other foot, making you squeal when he nips your toe.

“Hey!”

Jungkook laughs. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Sure,” you huff.

With gentle hands, Jungkook runs one on each of your thighs, over the fishnets as he watches you shiver slightly from his touch. Your legs part as he gets onto his knees, easily kicking his boots off, hearing them clatter onto your bedroom floor as he slots himself between your thighs.

Your hands reach for his shirt, ignoring the arrogant smile on his pretty lips. He raises his arms as you pull the shirt over his torso, tugging until his head pops out of the collar and off the length of his arms before tossing it to join the shoes on the floor. You resist the urge to press your thighs together, but Jungkook can hear the pounding of your heart, can see the dilation of your pupils as you admire his muscular body.

Arousal courses through every bit of you. The scent filling your small bedroom and Jungkook’s nose. He resists the urge to sink his teeth into you in a hungry-fueled rage. Instead, he looks down at you, palming himself over his jeans without breaking eye contact. Your mouth waters at the sight, nearly drooling as you watch his cock twitch, pre-cum beginning to soak through the denim. With a shaky breath, you spread your legs further, showing a hint of your panties.

Jungkook grips your thighs, squeezing them in his ringed hands.

“Jungkook!” you exclaim, sitting up on your elbows as he holds the scraps of your fishnets in his hands, having torn through them easily.

“They were in the way,” he says sheepishly, tossing the scraps to the floor. “Wanted to see your panties.”

You bite your lip, looking away from him as he pulls you to him by your ankles, thighs spread wide open so he can see your panties and the wet spot that’s formed on the pink material.

“Hmm, that’s a surprise,” he mumbles to himself with a cheeky grin.

“W-what?” you stutter, face heated with embarrassment. You resist the urge to clamp your thighs shut, wondering what’s unusual about you.

“Your outfit was all black but your panties are pink,” he explains with an endearing grin, his eyes sparkling and it makes your heart flip in your chest. He’s just so pretty. So, so pretty.

“You think I’m pretty?” he asks, surprising you.

“I-”

“You whispered it but I heard you anyway,” he explains when he notes your puzzled expression. He didn’t mean to intrude on you, but it had made him so happy to hear you say that about him. Since he had been turned, he’d seen himself as a monster, an abomination cursed to walk the earth under the moon, never to see the sunlight again. He detested himself, and to hear someone like you, another moon child, say he was pretty just made him feel things he hadn’t in a long, long time.

It was then Jungkook realized he couldn’t devour you as he had originally planned. Maybe, and he was feeling stupid for thinking so, but just maybe this could be more. More for you and more for him. More than just sustenance for him to get through another night and more than just a romp in the sheets for you.

“Kiss me, Kook,” you pleaded, and who was he to deny you? Another passionate kiss was shared, hands exploring the other. His hands slide under your dress, moaning at the feel of your warmth. So soft, so wonderful.

Ruefully, Jungkook breaks the kiss. You frown, but it’s easily replaced with a smile when he kisses down your body until he’s between your thighs once again. He pauses to unbutton his pants, his erection uncomfortable in the confines of his pants but he ignores the throbbing as plants kisses on your inner thigh.

Teeth scraping your skin have your eyes rolling to the back of your head. The two of you were playing a dangerous game.

“Need to taste you, baby.” Jungkook groans, pressing a kiss to your knee before he’s licking up your thigh, awaiting your answer.

“Please. Do it, Jungkook. Get a taste,” you consent, gasping when his fangs prick your skin.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook says in between the slow trickle of your blood as it smears on his lips, coating his taste buds. “So good. So fucking good.”

Your eyes follow Jungkook as he sits back, breathing heavily, eyes glazed. You reach out to him, fingers carding through his locks.

He leans into your touch, seeking comfort as he tries to calm down. It is a difficult task as your taste lingers on his tongue, fangs, and throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the remnants of your blood, instantly craving more. His hands dig into his thick thighs, tearing up the denim beneath until you’re pulling at his hands to clasp in yours.

Jungkook’s deep brown eyes meet your curious ones, as another gentle touch from you soothes him. He exhales, apologizing in the same breath as he presses a kiss to your wrist.

“You okay?” you ask after a minute.

“I’ve never had blood as good as yours,” he admits bashfully. He rubs the nape of his neck, looking down at the tears in his jeans, cursing, they were his favorite pair.

“Hmm,” you muse to yourself as pull him toward you, kissing him. You can taste your blood on his lips, on his tongue when you deepen the kiss. Fingers weave in his hair, tugging as your legs wrap around him, your bleeding thigh dripping into the sheets beneath you. Jungkook breaks the kiss, slotting himself between your thighs once again, his tongue licking up the mess he’s made of you.

With the flat of his tongue on your skin, you melt under him, giggling when he presses a kiss to your thigh before moving to the other. This time, however, Jungkook sinks his fangs a little deeper to draw more blood.

Sucking deeply, Jungkook’s mind spins. His stomach panging with hunger, greedily drinking you in until you’re tugging at his hair. Without protest, he stops suckling from your thigh, pulling away to meet your eyes.

Blood singer.

Nobody but a blood singer could stop a vampire from feasting. It was a fact most vampires knew, no matter how much they “loved” the human they were feasting from. Only a blood singer could yield such power over a vampire.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook nods hesitantly, licking his lips as he takes in a few breaths to calm himself down. He’d have to learn how to enjoy you in small bursts, not wanting to drain you dry. Your blood was too intoxicating to come to an end so soon just because he couldn’t control his thirst.

Focus, Jungkook chides himself. However, your blood and arousal is the concoction he wasn’t ready for. His greedy hands grip your thighs, tongue flicking against your panties, licking until they’re soaked through completely, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, back arching into him, chasing his tongue. With quick hands, Jungkook tears your panties. You’re about to chastise him but his tongue licks your wet cunt and your words fizzle on your tongue. Jungkook moans as he drinks you in, fingers spreading you open for him as his lips wrap around your clit. His fingers push into you, the coldness causing you to shiver.

Moans spill from your lips, writhing beneath the hungry vampire as his fingers draw pleasure from his appendages. His grunts and moans fuel the fire in your veins, pleasure coursing through every bit of you as you moan his name when your high is near. Thighs clamp on his head but Jungkook just holds one down, his silver rings warm compared to his touch as you beg him not to stop, so close to your orgasm.

Your breathing is erratic as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the sheets tightly in your hand as the other tangles in Jungkook's messy locks.

“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m gonna cum,” you whine, falling apart under him, thighs trembling ridiculously. Jungkook just grunts in acknowledgment. His ministrations not slowing or ceasing; craving your sweet release as your cries grow in octaves, saccharine moans escaping you as you tremble.

It’s with a whine that Jungkook finally separates himself from you, carefully easing his fingers out of you only to put them in his mouth to lick them clean.

“Almost as good as your blood, baby,” he grins once he’s taken his fingers out of his mouth. “So tasty.”

The glint in his eyes doesn’t escape you, he’s still hungry but not ravenous like he had been when he stumbled upon you. What you knew of vampires still rang in your mind, but with Jungkook you couldn’t help but put that aside. Maybe it was part of his allure or maybe you were just lust-drunk. Regardless, you were tempted to throw caution to the wind when you raised your foot to press against his cock.

Jungkook’s eyes widen when you move your foot up and down his crotch, watching intently as you rub him before sitting up to pull the zipper down.

“Take them off,” you demand as you reach back to pull the zipper of your dress down, bunching it at your hips before taking it off and discarding it onto the floor.

Jungkook is mesmerized by your beauty. You preen under his gaze, “stop staring and lose the pants. It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungkook scrambles to take his pants off. “You’re right.”

You watch with a smile as he gets off the bed, pulling his pants off. They tangle on his ankles as he hops left and right trying to kick them off. You giggle, “so much for the big and bad vampire, huh?”

“I’m usually more coordinated,” he rolls his eyes, finally getting his pants off. “You seem to have some sort of spell on me.”

Jungkook’s shit-eating grin makes you huff. “As if I haven’t heard that one before, Bloodsucker.”

“Not from me,” Jungkook strokes his cock over his boxers, achingly hard and eager to be inside you.

You don’t bother to reply, instead, patting the bed to welcome him back. He kisses you once he’s sinking into the mattress on his knees, your lips eagerly kissing him back. Sweat beads at your hairline, as you push your hair back to keep it out of the way as you kiss him fervently.

Your hands roam over his broad body, feeling the muscle beneath your palms, fingers grazing every ridge of his abs. Jungkook moans softly, the sound deliriously arousing. It only gets better when your hand slips under the waistband of his boxers to wrap around his dick.

“Baby,” he rasps, nose buried in your neck, lips mouthing at the flesh. Arousal pools deep in his abdomen, eyes shut as you stroke him, taking him out of his boxers.

“You know, I should rip your boxers considering you ripped my undergarments,” you tease before he’s ripping them himself.

“Beat you to it,” he smiles smugly.

“You’re annoying, you know that?” you poke his side but continue to stroke him.

“You’re the first witch to tell me so,” he shrugs, pulling you with him when he throws himself on your bed.

“Maybe I should hex you.”

“Can’t be anything worse than what I already am, sweetheart.” Your heart sinks at his confession, noting the way he looks at the wall instead of at you. He doesn’t even seem to notice the spell books coming off your bookshelf, opening and laying on your desk beside the burning candle.

“Jungkook,” you start but he hushes you with a cold finger to your lips.

“I’m fine, love. What I need from you is another kiss and maybe another taste of your blood. You’re addicting.” He bites down on his bottom lip and you pulsate. The desire in his eyes is enough to have you rubbing your thighs together, feeling the wetness that coats them.

“But it’s my turn to taste you,” you sing as you kiss down his chest, earning soft praises from his ruby red lips stained with remnants of your blood and arousal.

The big bad vampire trembles beneath you when your tongue takes its first swipe of his cock. Teasingly you circle the head, gently sucking on him before you take him in deeper. Jungkook grunts, feeling the warmth of your mouth as you take him deeper, your hands stroking his cock and balls.

“Fuck,” a throaty groan leaves him, eyes fluttering shut as he sinks into the pillow beneath his head. You’re bobbing up and down on him, drawing more sweet sounds from his perfect lips. He says your name with a lisp, his fangs elongated and ready to pierce.

Jungkook’s hand weaves in your hair, hips thrusting upward. Breathy sighs and low curses tumble from his lips, his fangs cutting into them when he tries to bite back his cries. He’s trying to be mindful, not choking you with his cock but you relax your jaw further to allow more of his length down your throat. However, even with a foggy mind, he’s careful not to fuck your throat too hard.

You gasp when you pull off, “fuck, keep going.”

With your encouragement, Jungkook pistons in and out of your mouth. You grip his thighs in hopes it’ll steady you. Drool runs down your lips and chin, Jungkook slowing to allow you to catch your breath. Your eyes water, but you stroke his cock as you hold his gaze.

Jungkook caresses your cheek adoringly, “such a good witch.”

“The best?” you tease as you lean down to swipe your tongue on his cock. Jungkook nods, grunting when you deep throat him without warning. His hands grip the sheets, shredding them when your nose meets his pelvis.

“Fuck,” he curses. He knows if you do that again he’ll be coming down your throat without a second thought. So with rueful hands, he slowly eases you off his cock.

You look up at him, spit and pre-cum coating your lips, cheeks, and chin. You’re sin incarnate as you look up at him with lust-filled eyes, hooded and desperate for more.

Jungkook sits up, grasping a handful of your sex-mussed hair to pull you into a fervent kiss. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, tasting the blood that beads on the flesh. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips, his other hand gripping your hips, needing to feel more of you.

You’re incapable of keeping your hands to yourself, exploring his body freely until you’re stroking his cock once again. You clench around nothing, the stickiness of your arousal reminding you of how turned on you are and how bad you need him to fuck you.

Jungkook pressed kisses to your face, mindful of his fangs until you’re gripping his wrists, making him stop and look at you.

“Fuck me, please. I need you,” you kiss him again, swallowing his moans as you fall onto your back on the bed. Jungkook is careful not to put all his weight on you as the two of you kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock pressed against your thigh. A slight ache rises from the bruise surrounding the spot he’s bitten not long ago.

With one last lingering kiss, Jungkook grabs his cock, rubbing it along your folds, coating it in your wetness. You moan when you feel him at your entrance, teasing you with a cocky grin when you whimper his name. Your hands dig into his arms, leaving indentions that are hidden by his tattoos.

“Oh, oh fuck, Jungkook,” your eyes flutter shut, lashes settling on the apples of your cheeks as Jungkook pushes into you. He grunts, slowly sinking into you. He feels your grip tighten on his arms, hands gliding up to grip his shoulders instead as he finally bottoms out. The stretch is delicious despite the slight uncomfortableness as you adjust.

Jungkook is patient, kissing your lips, cheeks, and chest. Moving to pepper kisses on your neck; nose buried in the skin as he listens to the erratic pounding of your heart when his fangs rake along the column of your throat. He’s aching to sink his teeth into you, to get a full taste of your blood. The thought alone has him throbbing, wanting to fuck you into oblivion as he drinks from you. The picture he paints in his head has him whimpering, his breath fanning against your skin, making you shiver beneath him.

“You can move,” you tell him, your hold on him relaxing as you weave your fingers in his hair, gently pulling him to you so you can kiss him. He melts into your kiss easily, surprising you when he pulls out of you just to thrust into you again. He’s mindful of your reaction, making sure he’s not hurting you as he sets a steady pace that has your eyes rolling back and your thighs clamping down on his hips.

“Jung-Jungkook,” you stutter, head lolling back as you meet his hips with your own. You meet each of his thrusts, feeling him deep inside you. You’re unable to do much except moan for him, clenching around his fat cock as he fucks you hard and deep.

Sloppy kisses are shared between you, his low grunts making your head spin.

“So tight, baby. So fucking wet just for me,” he groans. You feel every inch, every vein, and ridge of his cock as he fucks you. Your nails drag down his back as you tremble and beg him for more. Jungkook does as asked, the headboard banging against the wall with each thrust.

With a wave of your hand, you silence the headboard, surprising Jungkook. His furrowed brows capture your attention, your hand on his cheek. “Spell.”

Jungkook nods, gripping your legs to place them over his shoulder as he fucks you faster, mesmerized by the way your breasts jiggle with every slam of his hips. He’ll have to sink his fangs into them as well.

A sudden sting on his neck has him slowing, groaning as he wraps your legs around his waist. He curses himself, this was not the time for his thirst to rear its ugly unquenchable head, not when he was balls deep inside your soaking wet cunt, pulsating around him.

“Bite me,” you plead feeling pleasure bubble deep in your belly. You’re close to another orgasm, and you’d like your vampire to reach it with you. Never did you imagine you’d be in bed getting utterly dismantled by a vampire. Sure, a warlock, ghoul, and even a Bogeyman or two (college was a wild time for you) but never a bloodsucking leech. Yet here you were begging for him to sink his fangs into you, to drink from you while he was buried to the hilt.

However, your plea has frozen the poor vampire. All movement has stopped as he looks down at you with wide incredulous eyes. “What?”

You feel almost embarrassed to repeat your request but the euphoric feeling of his fangs sinking into your flesh and allowing him to feed on you is just what you need to orgasm.

“Bite me, please.” Jungkook is wary of your request but when you repeat it for the third time, he’s nodding. His hands knead your breasts, mouth-watering as he licks a pert nipple, taking it into his mouth to suckle it. His hips slowly grind into you, still stuffed full of his fat cock.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. His tongue laves over the spot he’s chosen to bite, fangs dragging along the flesh. Your heart beats frantically, your instincts telling you to run before you’re murmuring a spell to calm you.

There’s no need for Jungkook’s lullaby as you willingly allow him to feed on you. He’s unsure as to why tears brim in his eyes, a strange feeling rising to the surface.

With a few more kisses and gentle nips, Jungkook sinks his fangs into you. You arch into him, grinding your hips into him in a desperate attempt to fuck yourself on his cock while he takes the first messy slurp of your blood.

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans deeply, eyes squeezed shut as the euphoric taste of your blood meets his taste buds. Mouthful after mouthful is swallowed, coating every last bit of his mouth and throat. You’re a divine wine, nothing he’s ever had before but knows he’ll crave again and again.

Your blood is potent. An aphrodisiac that overwhelms each of his senses. Slurp after slurp, Jungkook drinks from you greedily, moaning lowly. You lay under him, still fucking yourself as he slowly meets your thrusts.

Blood coats his lips when he finally pulls off. He watches it run down your neck to your chest. It spills and spills from the holes his fangs have made. You’re drunk on the feeling, moaning as his tongue licks the wounds shut. Nothing but small bruises are left from his fangs under the trail of blood.

“Baby,” Jungkook croons in that dulcet tone of his.

“Mmm?” you hum in response, hand reaching to cup his cheek. Your fingertips lightly dance on his freezing cheek.

“How are you feeling?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your wrist before he’s hovering over you once again. He waits for your response while he eyes the slow trickle of your blood to the valley of your breasts.

“Really good,” you answer honestly.

“Good,” Jungkook echoes as his fingers smear your blood onto your left breast, coating it in a thin layer before bringing his fingers to his lips. It’s hard to suck them clean with his fangs in the way but Jungkook manages to do so, moaning softly.

The sight of him enjoying you is erotic, making you clench around his cock that’s still nestled tightly inside you. At the realization, Jungkook thrusts into you a few times, grinding his hips against yours, his thumb rubbing rigid circles on your clit while he lowers his mouth onto your stained breast.

With a heady curse, Jungkook laps at your breast, savoring the sweet taste of your blood. His whimpers turn into whines that have his fangs sinking into the meaty flesh of your breast. You arch into him, begging him to get his fill as your orgasm hits and his eyes roll to the back of his head as you tighten around his cock. He grunts, your name escaping him as his orgasm hits him fast and hard, overwhelming all of his senses as he takes sip after sip from your breast.

Your hands tug at his hair, cursing and writhing as pleasure washes over you until your toes curl and your body falls limp. Electricity flows through your veins until you finally settle, feeling Jungkook’s kitten licks as he seals the wounds of his fangs on your breast.

He’s satiated. Beyond satiated and his body thrums like never before. He’s nearly shaking with excitement, so full he pulls out of you and falls at your side.

“Fuck, love,” he pants harshly. His hand cards his hair off his forehead as he looks at you before pulling you to his chest. You welcome his cool temperature, cooling your heated flesh.

When your lips connect, the first thing you taste is your blood. His lips and chin are coated in it, his meal being messy once he’d drank from your chest. Jungkook looks away, apologizing sheepishly.

You use your thumb to clean up the bits he’s missed with his tongue, pushing your thumb into his mouth after. His tongue peeks from his lips to lick it clean, groaning as the last of it is gone and your thumb is out of his mouth.

You settle back into his chest, fingers twining with his own. When you had gone out tonight, you were expecting to lure a vampire to your home for a vial of his blood. A rather difficult ingredient to acquire for the potion you were working on but now that you had bedded him, you weren’t sure if the potion was a top priority.

Soreness sets in after a few minutes, Jungkook still holding you in his arms as your heartbeat slows. He panics for a moment before you sleepily ask if he’ll be staying the night.

“If you want me to,” he says, looking at the wall clock that ticks on the wall. He’s got plenty of time to get home before sunrise.

“Stay,” you tell him firmly, sitting up slightly to look at him. Jungkook has no plans of leaving now that you’ve told him to stay. Even if you hadn’t he wouldn’t be able to be apart from you for long. You were his blood singer. Blood that called to him, enticing him to drink again and again. The only blood that could satiate his hunger whenever it arose.

“Stay forever,” you whisper, carding a hand through his inky locks. “Stay with me.”

Jungkook brings your hand to his lips, turning it over to plant a kiss on your wrist. You shudder when his fangs rake on your sensitive skin, moaning wantonly at the pinprick of his teeth.

“I’ll always stay.”

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❥ fetish for blood ❥ aphrodisiac ❥ poison? ❥ eternity ❥ crimson ❥

Jungkook was the perfect mate. Yeah, I said it. He was your mate. You weren't going to hyper-focus on the fact. In fact, your thoughts should have been on your potion that brewed and bubbled in the enormous cauldron.

"Whatcha doin'?" Jungkook asks as he tries to peer over your shoulder.

"Nothing," you answer as you stir your potion.

"Hmm, I call bull, but okay." Jungkook shrugs but continues to try to see what you're stirring.

You ignore him, used to his curiosity, but when you try to explain, he either doesn't follow or stares at your chest.

It's not until you cut your palm. your blood mixing into the potion that he's running to you. You're unphased, used to spells calling for your blood to bind. While Jungkook looks faint until he does faint.

You catch him before he meets the floor and sigh. He was ever the dramatic.

When he comes to, you pat his cheek.

"You fainted... straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."

"Shush. You know what your blood does to me." he huffs and you giggle.

"It wasn't that much blood."

"It was enough," Jungkook protests. "What kinds of spell was that, anyway?"

"A preliminary spell," you answer.

"For what?" Jungkook raises a brow. He normally

"Uh... this and that," you answer inconspicuously.

"This and that?" he asks with a curious look.

"Well, vampire babies tend to drain their mother regardless of their immortality, so I was trying to prep my body just in case..."

"Just in case I breed you?" Jungkook smirks.

"Kook!"

"What? What did I say?" Jungkook asks, flabbergasted.

"You can't just say that!"

"Say what? That I want to bend you over and fuck you full of my seed?" Jungkook licks his lips as he looks at your thighs.

"Kook!"

"I've waited so long for this," Jungkook smirks as his hands cup your face, kissing you deeply.

"Oh, have you?" you ask as he presses you against a wall, his large hands cupping your face.

"Of course I have, baby. Don't you know you're the only one I want to spend my life with? You're the only one I'd even consider carrying my babies."

"Jungkook."

"Hush, baby. Let me take care of you."

Mornings were for sleeping, something you had become accustomed to the past few weeks since Jungkook’s been in your life. Your little vampire lover, sleeping the moment the sun rises over the horizon, his strong arms wrapped around your waist to hold you to him.

It’s almost insane how close the two of you have grown these past few weeks. Jungkook rarely leaves your side, not needing to when he feeds off you exclusively on the daily. Not that he needs to feed that often but feeding from you is also a form of intimacy for him, his blood singer. He’s falling hard and fast, and you’re right there matching his pace. Never did you think you’d fall in love with a vampire, never imagined it, never gave it a second thought but as you live day after day with Jungkook, you wouldn’t ever want anyone else.

Your days pass by fast. Jungkook is eager to learn about your craft, often hovering when you’re making potions or reciting spells. He tries to decipher your spellbooks but he finds he can’t even begin to guess what language they’re in and he huffs before giving up and pulling you to him.

He’s still unable to control his fangs, they often elongate when he gets too excited. He’s always careful with you though, apologizing for accidental nicks and nips, and profusely making sure he never takes too much. You trust him though, you’ve told him so time and time again. Besides, if he wanted to kill you, he would have already, and vice versa.

Now, Jungkook is in bed beside you. He’s sprawled out on his side, the sheets over his bare waist, too hot in your cottage. You, however, are wrapped in blankets and cocooned as the December wind rattles the branches of the trees just outside, some scraping your window.

Jungkook can sleep like the dead, no pun intended. It takes a lot to rouse him from his sleep, a characteristic that followed him into his immortal life. Unfortunately, his snoring has followed him as well, which causes you to stuff your ears with earplugs every night.

So when Jungkook’s jolted awake from a deep sleep, you don’t pay him any mind. He’s groggy. His hands rub his eyes as he lifts his nose in the air. A sweet yet metallic scent overwhelms him. He sniffs and sniffs, realizing it’s coming from you.

Are you bleeding? 

Have you injured yourself in your sleep?

Had he had a snack and not sealed the wounds?

At the last thought, he panics and rips the blanket to the side, shoving it off the bed. You groan, worrying Jungkook even further as he sniffs you, trying to find the source of your bleeding. 

Cursing, he finds none. He settles for sniffing every inch of your body, starting at your head and moving down until he’s pausing.

Jungkook tilts his head, confused.

Had he fed from your thighs last night? He didn’t think so.

Jungkook moves between your legs, spreading them over his thighs and you squirm before your eyes are open.

“What are you doing?” you ask sleepily.

“You’re bleeding,” he states as he moves his head between your legs; your eyes widen.

“Jungkook!” you screech, embarrassed, as he takes a whiff of your panties.

“Here.” he licks his lips. “You’re bleeding, here.”

“Jungkook!” You hiss, covering your face as you try to shut your thighs but your lover is aloof and too concerned to connect the dots.

“It’s my period!” you exclaim and Jungkook sits back. He blinks once, twice, and then smiles bashfully. He’d been acting like a bloodhound, no pun intended again.

“Oops,” he rubs the back of his neck and if he could blush, he’s sure he’d be as red as a tomato.

“Shit!” you curse as you try to unravel yourself from him. “I hope I didn’t stain the bed or the sheets. I meant to prepare before bed but I forgot.”

“Wait!” Jungkook shouts, stopping your attempts to get off the bed.

“Jungkook! I’m gonna stain the bed, baby. I need to get up,” you say as you try again and he swallows thickly, his mouth waters, and he looks you in the eyes.

“Baby,” he clenches his fists as he tries to remain calm, but the scent of your blood is becoming too much for him. “Can I help?”

“Help?” you repeat, confused. “Help how?”

“Can I have a taste?” Jungkook finally asks, expecting to be shut down as he cards a hand through his curly locks.

“I-” you hesitate for a second. Your face is burning as you nod, “yes.”

“Really?” Jungkook is stupefied but excited.

“Yes,” you answer, looking at your thighs. “But you better get a move on ‘cause I might stain the bed soon.”

“Fuck, okay. Yeah,” Jungkook is beyond excited, rushing off the bed to the bathroom to grab a towel to lay under you before you can chide him for being messy. He’s so excited!

“Have you done this before?” he asks you curiously.

“No, I don’t have rendezvous with vampires often,” you answer honestly and he grins. This is a first for him too.

“Good,” he smirks, gripping your thighs and reveling in the warmth and softness of them as he kisses his way up one and then the other, nipping your skin to tease you.

“Kook,” you warn. He laughs as he looks up at you.

“I’m getting to it, baby. Have some patience,” he winks.

“Not all of us have an eternity,” you remind him and he smacks your thigh gently in warming and you melt, biting back a moan.

Jungkook dips his head between your thighs, ripping your panties to shred. He curses, his fingers spreading you open as he finally gets a taste, and he’s gone.

Jungkook ravished you, moaning and cursing as your fingers thread through his hair. Your eyes flutter shut as you melt underneath him and Jungkook’s head is spinning because if he thought your scent was overwhelming before, it’s so, so much more now that he’s so close to the source.

He swears he never wants to leave your thighs, getting his fill and more, and you let him. You know you’re in for a long week judging by Jungkook’s reaction.

And you’re right.

Day after day, Jungkook is waking up pressed to your back, nose buried in your neck, trying to ignore the succulent scent between your thighs until you’re roused from your sleep.

If you thought Jungkook was clingy before (not in a bad way, of course), he becomes a human (vampire?) backpack. He’s always touching you in one way or another. His hand on your back when he’s making tea, his head on your shoulder when you’re reading a spellbook, his foot touching yours at dinner when he’s seated at your side, almost in your chair instead of his own.

Jungkook is even more enamored, convinced you’ve put him under a spell of some sort but he knows it’s just because you’re his blood singer but nobody warned him about this.

On your last day, Jungkook is cuddled to your side. He’d been amazing this week, more so than usual. He learned about your potions for cramps, acne, back pain and learned your routine so that next time, he’ll be more prepared and won’t jump you like he did this time.

thank you for reading! ♡ if you liked it, please let me know! 💌

❥ fetish for blood ❥ aphrodisiac ❥ poison? ❥ eternity ❥ crimson ❥