#young jo

"Leave. Don't come back. You don't belong here."

You knew the day would come, and you're shocked you lasted this long, but the pack leader finally learned that you're half-vampire. As expected, he kicks you out of the pack in front of everyone. You grab your bag, throwing valuables in, and walk away from everyone without saying a word.

By now, you've familiarized yourself with the area, so you know exactly where to go. In the closest town, there's a bar open 24 hours that often houses sad and lost creatures. The owner opened this bar after being exiled by the dragons for dating a cat-boy, but the couple is now thriving with the bar and their marriage. You made friends with his husband, who said that you're always welcome to stay at the bar. When you arrive, bag in hand, the owner immediately knows what happened.

"Your drinks are on me tonight. What would you like?"

With a forced smile to thank him, you order a drink that will hit you hard. You chat with him through the next two as well. After ordering your fourth beverage, you tell him that you'll be over at the booth and possibly asleep. About halfway to the booth, however, you trip over something, accidentally spilling your whole drink on someone walking by.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'll pay for the cleaning. I'm so sorry." As you look up to meet his eyes, you're greeted by a familiar face, "Young Jo?"

"Please, don't call me that. I go by Ravn outside of the camp. Anyway, how are you planning to pay when you were exiled without a cent to your name, huh, Vampy?"

"My name is Y/N. You know that, so don't call me Vampy. I'll pay any way I need to. I can work for you if you need me to. Either way, I'll pay it." You claim, determined to be a good person.

"Okay, then. Grab your bag and follow me."

You watch him pay for a full bottle of strong alcohol. Then, you clumsily follow him down the street and into a 'love hotel' before asking him what you need to do to pay off the suit he's wearing.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll pay it off tonight with me."

Still tipsy, you question the situation in your head. You had found Young Jo attractive since you met him, but you assumed he would only see you as a friend at best. He never flirts with anyone, so you wouldn't expect him to set foot in a place like this. You can't comprehend that the two of you came here together, so you refuse to believe that he brought you here to pay with your body.

When you get to the room, Ravn looks at you with judging eyes, so you don't know what to think. He gives you a once-over before sitting down and opening the bottle he bought at the bar.

"Do you want some? I'll gladly drink it all, but you're free to join me."

He holds out the bottle, so you accept his offer and take a huge swig without any regard for the strength of the alcohol. He watches your neck intently, smirking when you finish. Handing him the bottle again, you already feel the intense results hitting you, your body warmer, your vision fuzzier. You try to focus on Young Jo as he takes a drink, but your wolf senses mix with the alcohol and make you sex-focused, so you whine at him.

"Why'd you bring me here, Young Jo? I just wanna- I just wanna..." You trail off, forgetting the reason you followed him here as thoughts of having sex with him cloud your mind.

"Ravn. I already told you, it's Ravn. Don't worry. I just need one more drink before we can start."

He takes one last swig from the bottle, replaces the cap, and places it on the bedside table. He then tells you to lay down on the bed and make yourself comfortable. You listen without question, even though you don't know why.

Once you're settled, you look over and see him take his shirt off. You instinctually look away, but he sees you and laughs at your reaction.

"We're going to fuck, but you won't even look at me shirtless? You're interesting, Y/N."

"We're... going to fuck?  Like, for real? You don't care that I'm a half-blood?"

"Why do you think I drank so much? I'll forget everything that happens here tonight, but you offered to pay for the clothes, and I've always found you super attractive, so why not?"

"You..."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me. I think you're too drunk to comprehend." As he says it, he crawls onto the bed and hovers above you, waiting for your move.

Thanks to the alcohol and lust, you gather enough confidence to pull him in for a kiss. Once you take that first step, Ravn takes the wheel, unbuttoning your shirt as he continues the kiss, increasing the passion as he finishes with the buttons. He moves down to your neck and collarbones for a brief moment before moving further down to your chest. A slight moan escapes your lips as he trails kisses down your body.

"Ravn, please. Stop teasing."

He raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Here I was trying to treat you so nicely, but you must not want that."

When you don't fight his comment, you watch his eyes darken as he understands what you want. Your hands quickly move to his pants, rushing to pull them off. He follows by removing your pants and underwear at the same time.

"Control me, Ravn."

A deep growl echoes through the room. Ravn understands instantly, tearing his underwear off and positioning himself above you. You lift your chin at him for easy access to your neck, and he takes advantage of it, wrapping one hand around your neck tightly.

"You like it rough, aye? Then, I hope you're prepared not to walk tomorrow."

With a smirk, you watch as his eyes glow yellow as he lets his wolf take control. The grip on your throat tightens as he pushes inside you, filling you nicely. Another growl echoes in the otherwise quiet room as he adjusts to your hole. From the moment he begins moving, it's rough, feral sex as he pounds into you with no regard for how you feel. As his hand stays wrapped around your neck, only short, high-pitched whines leave your lips, but they seem to fuel him more. After a while, he moves both of his hands to your waist, using his adjusted grip to hit deeper with more momentum.

Now that you can speak, you moan his name a lot, which increases the grunts you hear from him. However, after hearing his real name slip out, he stops and pulls out suddenly, confusing you. When you look at him, you see his eyes are back to normal. He sits at the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, mumbling something about a mate.

"Ravn, are you okay?" You ask, still trying to breathe normally.

"I want to mate."

"But we just were, weren't we?"

"No, no. Not fuck. I want to mate with you. I can't keep going like this."

You're shocked, knowing that he genuinely wants to mate with you rather than just fucking as payment for his suit. The surprises continue as he speaks up again.

"I knew this was a bad idea, but I've known that you were my mate for a while. I didn't know how to approach you about it. I was hoping you'd realize it too, so I'm sorry for throwing this on you if you didn't know, but-"

You don't know where you gather the strength, but you cut him off with a kiss. As you pull away, his face softens when he sees your smile.

"I'd love to mate with you, Ravn, but maybe we should do it without the alcohol."

He lights up and quickly agrees to your suggestion.

"It doesn't matter that you're exiled. I don't care that you're a half-blood. This pull is far too strong. Let's get a place together. I've been waiting for you to sense your mate, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had to follow you to that bar, and this isn't how I wanted it to end up."