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The home gym in your shared apartment with Jungkook was a testament to his dedication. Mirrors lined one wall, reflecting the sleek black equipment: dumbbells neatly racked, a treadmill in the corner, resistance bands hanging like forgotten vines, and in the center, the sturdy weight bench that had seen countless hours of his sweat and determination. The air always carried a faint metallic tang mixed with his cologne, a scent that had become synonymous with comfort and desire for you.

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, the kind where the sun filtered through the blinds in golden streaks, casting warm patterns on the rubberized floor. You'd wandered in with the intention of just saying hi, maybe stealing a quick kiss before heading back to the living room to binge-watch that new drama series. But as soon as you stepped through the door, your plans evaporated like mist.

Jungkook was in the middle of his workout, his back to you as he faced the mirror. He was shirtless, of course, why bother with fabric when it would just get soaked? His broad shoulders glistened with a sheen of sweat, muscles rippling under his golden skin as he powered through a set of bench presses. The barbell clinked softly against the rack with each rep, his breaths coming in controlled, rhythmic huffs. His black workout shorts hung low on his hips, revealing the defined V-lines that disappeared teasingly beneath the waistband. His hair, damp and tousled, fell into his eyes, and he shook it away with an impatient flick of his head.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, biting your lower lip as you watched. God, he was beautiful. Not just handsome, sexy in that effortless, raw way that made your stomach twist with want. The way his biceps flexed, veins popping along his forearms, the tautness of his abs as he exhaled sharply, it was all too much. You'd seen him like this a hundred times, but today, something about the intensity in his eyes, the focus etched on his face, ignited a fire in you that you couldn't ignore.

He caught your reflection in the mirror mid-rep, his lips curving into a smirk without breaking his rhythm. "Hey, baby" he grunted, lowering the bar to his chest before pushing it back up with a controlled explosion of power. "What's up? You need something?"

You swallowed, trying to play it cool even as heat pooled between your thighs. "Just... watching. You're looking good."

He chuckled, the sound low and throaty, vibrating through the room. "Yeah? Enjoying the show?" Another rep, his muscles straining beautifully.

"More than you know" you murmured, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering closer. The closer you got, the more intoxicating he became. You stopped behind him, your hands itching to touch.

He racked the bar with a final clang, sitting up and twisting to face you. His chest heaved, and he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, those doe eyes sparkling with amusement. "Babe, I'm in the middle of my sets. Gotta finish this chest day strong."

You pouted, stepping between his legs where he sat on the bench. "But Kook... you look so hot right now. I can't help it." Your fingers trailed lightly over his shoulder, feeling the slick warmth of his skin. He shivered slightly under your touch, but his resolve didn't waver.

"Flattery will get you everywhere" he teased, grabbing a towel from the floor to dab at his neck. "But seriously, just two more sets. Then I'm all yours."

Two more sets? That could take another twenty minutes, and you were already aching. The way his arms flexed as he adjusted his position on the bench, the bulge in his shorts that you knew all too well, it was torture. You glanced down, your gaze lingering, and when you looked back up, his eyes had darkened, reading your intent.

"Y/N..." he warned, but there was a playful edge to it, like he was fighting his own urges.

You didn't back down. Instead, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin. "What if I don't want to wait?" Your voice was a whisper, husky with need.

He groaned softly, his hands coming to rest on your hips, squeezing gently. "You're killing me here. But I need to finish. Discipline, remember?"

Oh, you remembered. Jungkook's discipline was legendary, both in his career and his fitness routine. But right now, it was your enemy. An idea sparked in your mind, bold and irresistible. The bench was wide enough, sturdy enough. Why wait when you could have him now, right here?

With a mischievous grin, you pushed him back gently until he was lying flat on the bench again, his legs straddling it. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still resistant. "What are you-"

"Shh" you hushed, climbing onto the bench to straddle his waist. The cool leather stuck slightly to your bare thighs, you were only in a thin tank top and shorts, no bra, the fabric doing little to hide your hardening nipples. You settled your weight on him, feeling the immediate response beneath you, his cock twitching through the layers of clothing.

Jungkook's hands gripped your thighs, his thumbs rubbing circles that sent sparks up your spine. "Baby, come on. I really need to-"

"You can finish your set" you interrupted, grinding down slowly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him. "I'll just... ride you while you do it."

His eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face. "Here? Now?"

"Why not?" You leaned down, your lips brushing his ear. "You're so strong, Kook. Bet you can handle both."

He hesitated for a split second, but the heat in his gaze told you you'd won. "Fuck, you're impossible" he muttered, but his hands were already sliding up your sides, pushing your tank top higher. "Alright. But if I drop the bar, it's on you."

You laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as his fingers grazed your breasts. "Deal."

The next few moments were a blur of hurried movements. You lifted your hips just enough for him to shove his shorts down, his cock springing free, thick, hard, and already leaking pre-cum. He was always so responsive to you, and it made your core clench in anticipation. You quickly discarded your own shorts and panties, tossing them aside without a care.

Jungkook lay back fully, reaching up to grip the barbell again. His eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "Ready?"

You positioned yourself over him, one hand steadying on his chest as you sank down slowly. The stretch was exquisite, his length filling you inch by inch until you were seated fully, your clit brushing against his pelvis. You both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming.

"Fuck, Y/N" he hissed, his hips bucking slightly despite his efforts to stay still. "You're so tight."

You bit your lip, adjusting to the fullness. "Start your set, baby. Don't stop on my account."

With a determined nod, he unracked the bar, lowering it to his chest. His muscles tensed beneath you, and the sight of him straining, veins bulging, abs contracting, only heightened your arousal. You began to move, rolling your hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge and vein of him inside you.

He pushed the bar up with a grunt, his eyes flicking between the weights and you. "God, this is... insane." Another rep, his breath hitching as you lifted and slammed back down, matching his rhythm.

The bench creaked slightly under the combined movement, but it held firm. Sweat trickled down his temple, and you leaned forward to lick it away, your breasts pressing against his chest. "Keep going" you encouraged, your voice breathy. "You're doing so good."

Rep after rep, he powered through, but his focus was fracturing. Each time he lowered the bar, you clenched around him, drawing out moans that mingled with his exertions. "Y/N... fuck, slow down or I'm gonna-"

"No" you commanded playfully, speeding up your pace. You braced your hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to bounce harder, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet gym. Pleasure built in your core, coiling tight like a spring.

Jungkook racked the bar after the eighth rep, his hands immediately flying to your waist to guide your movements. "Last set" he panted, but his hips were thrusting up now, meeting you halfway. "But I can't... hold back anymore."

"Good" you whimpered, your nails digging into his skin. "Don't."

The shift was electric. What started as you riding him while he worked out turned into a frenzied chase for release. His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to pinch your nipple, the other dipping between your legs to rub your clit in tight circles. You cried out, the dual sensations pushing you closer to the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy" he growled, his voice rough with need. "Watching you like this... taking me while I'm lifting. Shit, baby."

Your movements grew erratic, the bench now a stage for your passion. Sweat slicked your bodies, making every slide and thrust smoother, deeper. You could feel him throbbing inside you, close but holding on for you.

"Kook, I'm gonna come" you gasped, your head falling back as the orgasm crested.

"Come for me" he urged, his thumb pressing harder on your clit. "Let me feel it."

It hit you like a wave, crashing over you in shuddering bliss. Your walls pulsed around him, milking him as you rode out the high, moans spilling from your lips. Jungkook followed seconds later, his grip tightening as he thrust up one final time, spilling inside you with a guttural groan.

You collapsed onto his chest, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding in sync. The gym felt hotter now, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "That was... not how I planned to finish my workout."

You giggled, nuzzling into his neck. "Better than planned, though?"

"Way better." He shifted slightly, still inside you, making you both hiss at the sensitivity. "But next time, warn a guy."

"Where's the fun in that?" You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were soft now, filled with that post-sex glow that always made your heart flutter.

As the afterglow settled, you reluctantly disentangled, grabbing towels to clean up. Jungkook sat up, wincing a bit, probably from the unconventional workout. "You know, I think I just set a personal record. Bench press with a side of mind-blowing sex."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't hide your smile. "You're welcome. Now, shower? Together?"

He grinned, pulling you back into his lap. "Only if you promise not to distract me again."

"No promises."

The shower was a natural extension of the gym's intimacy. Under the steaming water, Jungkook's hands were gentle now, soaping your back with care, his lips trailing soft kisses along your shoulder. "You really couldn't wait, huh?" he murmured, amusement lacing his tone.

"Can you blame me?" You turned to face him, running your fingers through his wet hair. "You were all sweaty and muscly. It's like catnip."

He laughed, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Noted. Maybe I should work out more often with you around."

"Just don't overdo it. I need you in one piece." Your hands wandered lower, tracing the lines of his abs, still firm even relaxed.

The water cascaded over you both, washing away the evidence of your passion, but the connection lingered. Jungkook pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. "I love you, you know that?"

Your heart swelled. "I love you too, Kook. Tomorrow's leg day, right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Why?"

"Just planning my distractions."

He pulled you closer. "Bring it on."

Life with Jungkook was never dull.

You never paid much attention to the "forbidden texts" in the Apollo cabin. That is—until you found the ones no one even knew were there. Dusty scrolls wedged behind an old trophy case, etched with strange, ancient runes that hummed with power. They whispered names not found in modern Camp Half-Blood lore. Names long forgotten. Perseus. Jason.

Not Jackson. Not Grace. No surnames. Just Perseus, God of Loyalty and Jason, God of Bravery.

Something in you pulsed when you read about them. They weren’t myths to you—they felt real. So you followed the trail. A half-broken map, star charts no one had used in centuries, and a path through the deepest parts of the forest where Apollo’s sunlight barely reached.

You hadn’t expected to find a temple. It was nearly swallowed whole by nature. Ivy curled around broken columns. Vines strangled the marble statues of two tall figures—one with a trident chipped at the edges, the other clutching a spear worn smooth by wind.

Curiosity bit harder than fear ever could. You stepped inside. Dust caught in your throat. It smelled like rain, stone, and something old. Holy. Forgotten.

The shrines were still there. Cracked offerings. Rusted drachma. Faded laurels. A shield, blackened and left leaning. A goblet untouched by time.

Jason exhaled slowly. He stood in a beam of light filtering through the ruined roof, letting the storm clouds inside him settle. The thunder had been quiet for too long.

“She’s a demigod,” he said, his voice more whole than Percy’s but lined with the same rust of time. “Apollo’s blood. Can’t you feel it?”

His fingers tightened around the hilt of the invisible sword at his waist. Habit, more than threat. His eyes were on you. Watching. Measuring. Not with anger—no. But with caution.

Because people only came here to take. To prove a myth wrong. Or right. To challenge them. To steal.

But you… you looked lost. Curious. Soft light shimmered around you, and Jason could see the Apollo lineage clearly now. Not just in power—but in stubbornness.

He tilted his head. “Do you think she knows who we are?” he asked.

Percy scoffed, finally shifting. “No one remembers gods who stopped asking to be remembered.”

Dust-choked scrolls wedged behind an old trophy case, humming with power, marked in ancient runes that seemed to glow faintly in the dark. They whispered names lost to Camp Half-Blood lore.

Perseus. Jason.

Not Jackson. Not Grace. No surnames—just Perseus, God of Loyalty, and Jason, God of Bravery. Reading about them sent a shiver through your spine. They didn’t feel like myths—they felt alive. Watching. Waiting.

The pull was impossible to ignore. A half-burned map, forgotten star charts, and a path that cut deep into the forest where Apollo’s sunlight barely touched. And at the end of that shadowed trail—you found a temple. Hidden. Devoured by vines. Cracked columns leaned against one another, and ivy hugged the marble statues of two long-forgotten heroes.

“Someone… really worshipped you,” you muttered to the empty room.

The words didn’t echo. They… answered.

“You still can.”

You spun so fast you nearly tripped over a broken column. Two men stood in the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, shadows painting their faces sharp. One leaned casually against a cracked pillar, eyes glinting with a teasing warmth. The other stood straighter, silent, his presence heavier than stone.

“Who…” your voice caught. “Who are you?”

The taller one’s lips curved. “You already know our names. You read them.”

Your mouth went dry. “…Perseus. Jason.”

Perseus—dark-haired, eyes deep as the ocean—smiled faintly. “It’s been… centuries since anyone said those names here.”

Jason stepped closer, his voice lower, rough from disuse. “You shouldn’t be here. But… we don’t mind the company.”

You were just about to leave—hand brushing the cold doorframe—when fingers curled around your wrist. Warm. Firm.

“Leaving so soon?” Perseus murmured, pulling you closer.

Another presence pressed close from behind. You froze, caught between them, your pulse thundering in your ears.

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen anyone,” Jason said, his breath brushing your ear. “…Let alone a woman.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as Jason's body heat seeped through your clothes from behind, his chest solid and unyielding against your back. Perseus's grip on your wrist tightened just enough to send a spark up your arm, his ocean-deep eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made the air in the temple feel thicker, charged like the moments before a storm.

"We don't bite," Perseus said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. His free hand rose to trace the line of your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. The touch was electric, igniting a warmth low in your belly that you hadn't expected. Centuries of isolation hung in his gaze, but so did hunger—raw, unfiltered.

Jason's hands settled on your hips, fingers digging in with a possessiveness that made your breath hitch. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Unless you want us to." His words were gravelly, laced with a bravery that dared you to push back, to run, or to surrender.

You should have pulled away. This was a temple to forgotten gods, a place of myths and madness. But the vines seemed to tighten around the columns, as if the forest itself held its breath, urging you deeper into the shadows. The scrolls' whispers echoed in your mind—loyalty and bravery intertwined, eternal.

Perseus's mouth hovered inches from yours, his breath mingling with your own. "Stay," he murmured, and it wasn't a request. His lips captured yours in a kiss that started slow, exploratory, his tongue slipping past your parted lips to taste you deeply. You gasped into his mouth, the sound muffled as Jason's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt.

The world narrowed to the press of their bodies, the ancient stone cool against your palms as you braced against a pillar for balance. Jason's erection hardened against your ass, thick and insistent, grinding slowly as he nipped at your neck. "You've awakened something," he growled, one hand slipping under your hem to caress the bare skin of your stomach, inching higher.

Perseus broke the kiss, his eyes dark with need. He tugged your shirt up and over your head in one fluid motion, exposing your skin to the dim light filtering through the vines. His mouth descended on your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, while Jason's fingers found the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. Your breasts spilled free, nipples hardening in the cool air, and Jason's hands cupped them immediately, rolling the peaks between his calloused thumbs.

A moan escaped you, unbidden, as pleasure shot straight to your core. Wetness gathered between your thighs, your body betraying any lingering thoughts of escape. Perseus dropped to his knees before you, his hands working at the button of your jeans, peeling them down along with your panties. The forest air kissed your exposed pussy, slick and aching, and he looked up at you with a wicked smile.

"Beautiful," he breathed, before leaning in to drag his tongue along your folds, lapping at your clit with deliberate strokes. You bucked against his mouth, fingers tangling in his dark hair, while Jason pressed his clothed cock harder against you from behind, his own hands roaming—pinching your nipples, tracing the curve of your waist.

The temple hummed around you, runes on the walls flickering to life as if feeding on the energy building between the three of you. Jason's zipper rasped open, and the hot length of his cock slapped against your bare ass, precum smearing your skin. He guided your hand back to wrap around him, showing you how to stroke his thick shaft, veins pulsing under your fingers.

"That's it," Jason urged, his voice strained. Perseus sucked your clit harder, two fingers plunging into your pussy, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Tension coiled tight in your belly, the mystical pull of the place amplifying every sensation—their touches, their scents of salt and earth, the ancient power thrumming in their veins.

You were theirs now, caught in the web of loyalty and bravery, and as your orgasm crested, crashing over you in waves that left you trembling between them, you knew leaving was no longer an option. The gods had found their devotee, and the night was just beginning.

Your body still quivered from the aftershocks of your release, Perseus's mouth lingering on your inner thighs as he lapped up the last traces of your arousal. Jason's cock throbbed in your hand, slick with his precum, but he pulled back gently, his touch turning tender as he kissed the nape of your neck. They guided you down onto a bed of soft moss and fallen leaves that seemed to appear from nowhere in the temple's heart, the ancient stones warming beneath you like a living pulse.

"Shh, easy now," Perseus whispered, his voice a soothing wave as he settled beside you, one arm draping over your waist. His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip, coaxing you to relax into their hold. Jason mirrored him on your other side, his broader frame enveloping you protectively, a soft dom's restraint evident in how he held back his own urgency, prioritizing your comfort.

You felt small between them, submissive in the best way—their presence overwhelming yet gentle, urging you to yield without force. Perseus shifted, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled his thigh, the coarse fabric of his pants rubbing against your sensitive folds. "Ride it," he encouraged softly, hands on your ass guiding your movements. You rocked forward, grinding your pussy along the hard muscle of his leg, the friction building a fresh ache as wetness coated his pants.

Jason watched with hooded eyes, his hand stroking his cock slowly while you humped Perseus's thigh. The dry humping motion grew frantic under their murmured praises—"Good girl," Jason rumbled, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss that muffled your whimpers. Perseus's hands kneaded your cheeks, spreading them slightly as you slid back and forth, your clit catching on the seam of his pants with each pass.

The rhythm pulled another moan from you, your body arching as pleasure simmered low. Jason broke the kiss, nudging your head down toward Perseus's lap. "Taste him," he said, voice husky but patient. You obeyed, sliding off Perseus's thigh to kneel between his legs. His cock sprang free when you tugged his pants open, thick and veined, the tip glistening. Wrapping your lips around the head, you sucked gently at first, tongue swirling over the slit to draw out his salty flavor.

Perseus groaned, fingers threading through your hair without pushing, letting you set the pace. You bobbed deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you took more of him in, the stretch of your mouth mirroring the fullness you craved elsewhere. Jason knelt behind you, his hands parting your thighs. "My turn," he murmured, and before you could adjust, his tongue delved into your pussy from behind, flat and broad, licking up your slick folds with firm, insistent strokes.

You keened around Perseus's cock, the vibration making him buck lightly into your mouth. Jason ate you out ravenously yet softly, sucking your clit between his lips, then plunging his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his thumbs massaged your thighs. The dual assault had you trembling, saliva dripping down Perseus's shaft as you slurped messily, your free hand bracing on his thigh.

They switched seamlessly—Jason pulling you up to straddle his lap now, but instead of entering you, he positioned his cock between your thighs. "Hold them together," he instructed gently, and you did, pressing your soft flesh around his hard length. He thrust forward, the head of his cock nudging your clit with each slide, precum easing the glide along your skin. Perseus watched, stroking himself as you whimpered, the thigh fucking sending jolts through your core.

"You're doing so well for us," Perseus praised, leaning in to suckle your breasts, teeth grazing your nipples just enough to sting sweetly. Jason's pace quickened, his cock slipping faster between your thighs, the friction building until you felt him tense. He came with a low grunt, hot spurts painting your skin and dripping down your legs, marking you as his.

The sight pushed you over again, your pussy clenching on nothing as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Perseus followed soon after, guiding your mouth back to him for a few final sucks before spilling down your throat, his release thick and warm. Exhausted, sated, you collapsed between them, their arms wrapping around you like a cocoon. The temple's hum faded to a lullaby, and sleep claimed you swiftly, lulled by their steady breaths.

Midnight's chill woke you first, the air thick with silence. Your eyes fluttered open to darkness, the vines casting long shadows across empty stone. Perseus and Jason were gone—no warmth, no presence, just the faint echo of their touches lingering on your skin. Panic flickered, but so did opportunity. Heart pounding, you scrambled for your clothes, pulling them on haphazardly over the sticky remnants of their claim.

The doorway loomed, unguarded. You took your chance, slipping out into the forest path, branches whispering as you fled the ruins. The temple's pull weakened with each step, the night swallowing your escape as you raced toward the safety of Camp Half-Blood, the gods' absence a mystery you'd unravel another day—or perhaps never.

***

Perseus watched from the shadows as you slipped through the temple's arched doorway, your footsteps fading into the night's hush. A faint smile tugged at his lips, the taste of your submission still fresh on his tongue. 'She runs,' he murmured to Jason, who stood beside him, arms crossed over his broad chest, the moonlight glinting off his golden hair.

Jason's eyes, sharp as a blade, followed your retreating form until the vines swallowed you whole. 'As mortals do when the divine burns too bright,' he replied, his voice a low rumble that echoed off the ancient stones. He shifted, adjusting the front of his pants where the ache of restraint lingered—your thighs had gripped him so perfectly, slick with his release, but he'd held back from claiming you fully. Soft doms, after all, savored the yield more than the conquest.

The temple's runes pulsed once more, dimming as your energy ebbed away. Perseus placed a hand on the cool altar, feeling the residual hum of your shared ecstasy—the way you'd ground against his thigh, pussy weeping arousal onto the fabric; how your mouth had enveloped his cock, sucking with eager devotion; Jason's tongue delving deep into your folds, lapping at your clit until you shattered. It had been centuries since a mortal stirred them so, brave enough to enter their sanctum, submissive enough to let them guide.

'Will she return?' Jason asked, though his tone held no doubt. Perseus chuckled softly, turning to face his brother-god. 'Loyalty binds her now, whether she knows it or not. Bravery will draw her back.' They shared a knowing glance, the air between them thickening with unspoken promise. For now, they let you flee—to Camp Half-Blood, to your fragile world—but the mark of gods was etched in your skin, your dreams, your core. The night deepened, and they melted into the temple's embrace, waiting for the pull to summon you again.

He's pulling those puppy dog eyes again, drumming his fingers against his knees as he leans over the couch a little, bumping his head against yours.

"Hm?" You mumble, unfazed and preoccupied with tapping away at your phone.

"So you're not only depriving me of your blood, but also of your attention? You're a heartless woman, you know that?"

Dick knows damn well you do have a heart. In fact, his hearing picks up every single thump little of it inside your ribcage, pumping all that blood around your body.

He lets out a dramatic whine, one part offended and two parts pathetic.

You’re ignoring him and starving him.

“C’mon, baby..” He’s really pushing the ‘poor pitiful me’ look at the moment, head ducked down to hide behind his hair, eyebrows all raised and pouty lips in an exaggerated frown.

To him, this is truly a double standard. He doesn’t get it! He's seen you demolish an entire pack of KitKats in one sitting for when you thought you were being sneaky!

So like God forbid your vampire boyfriend feels kinda peckish..

Your eyes narrow slightly, unamused.

“You have blood bags in the fridge.”

Your words make him wince, bumping his forehead against yours again. You’re ignoring him, as always when he suggests this kind of thing.

He hates it! Why the hell would he want one of those disgusting blood bags if he’s got a wayyy prettier one in front of him?

“Please?” he’s batting his eyelashes at you and everything, pressing lightly kisses to the inside of your wrist - only to lightly scrape his fangs against the thrum of your pulse.

“Dick,” you frown, shoving at his jaw like you would do to a misbehaving puppy.

“I told you, blood freaks me out.”

Hours later, staring up at the ceiling.. he’s at a loss.

Batting his lashes and kissing all over your face with hushed little pleas didn’t work. That’s a new one.

Convincing you barely worked either.

He offered anything and everything.

Promises to wash your sore skin after, to take you out to that Italian place you like, even saying he’d buy you everything in the whole world, just for one singular drop to quell the ache in his fangs.

Eventually, he managed to wear you down just a little bit, don’t you love him?

You told him you’d think about it, that should’ve been enough to rein him in.

Unfortunately, it only made the dull ache in his fangs more prominent.

He won’t open the fridge, he won’t look at a blood bag, he hasn’t dared to pick one up in the last number of days.

Why would he? Especially if you look so sweet asleep, your head tilted back against the plush pillows, your pretty neck is just right there.

His keen eyes watch as you shift a little in your sleep, blissfully unaware how he’s spiralling internally.

Dick wonders how you’d react, wonders how much longer he can take this before he loses his mind completely.

Shifting closer to you under the soft covers, he gently rests his chin atop your shoulder, his cold hand gently sliding up your soft thigh to your hip, lightly thumbing over the lacy hem of your panties.

Dick knows you don’t mind that, you’ve let him do that before.

He wonders if you’d jolt awake in horror if you felt his fangs pricking your skin. That makes him frown for a moment, you’re not supposed to be scared of him, he loves you more than anything - with every single beat of his cold dead heart.

It’s not the actual concept of it that freaks you out, right? You said it’s just the sight of the blood. You wouldn’t see it, you’d be fine.

Still, for a moment he thinks about how you’d react, even if you weren’t as horrified.

Would you cry? Maybe.

It’s not like he’s one of those total freaks that gets off on seeing his pretty girl cry, right?

Wrong.

The thought of your tear-stained lashes, your shaky breaths has him pressing himself against your ass, his fingers slipping down into your panties.

“Fuck,” his words are hushed, fangs still aching - hips pushing against you as his half-lidded eyes lock on your neck, trying not to drool at the feeling of your warm skin under his lips.

“..hmm?” your little murmur makes him stiffen for a moment, his hand flat against your lower stomach, his body still.

“Sorry, baby.” he groans into your neck, about to lift his hand away despite the desperate need coursing through his cold veins.

“S’fine.” your words are a soft slur into your pillow, your warm hand resting over his to gently coax it back down into your underwear, your ass pressing against the tent in his boxers as you lean back against him.

You trust him so much it makes him want to gouge his own heart for you.

“You sure, Angel?” when you give him a sleepy nod his hips roll forward again. Then once more.

His rhythm is lazy, he’s not trying to startle you or wake you up properly.

He’s not trying to get off, or fuck you either - he just wants to be close to you, he wants to feel your heart quicken, he wants to feel your skin heat up.

All sorts of awful things start to cloud his mind but his hips are still pressing against the soft plush of your ass. He’s throbbing in his boxers, hard. He doesn’t care. It’s not about that.

When you lean back against him with a soft little sigh, Dick swallows, his hand gently wandering further down into your panties, his fingers lightly brushing against your clit.

His hand shakes slightly, his Adam's apple bobs in his throat.

God, he can’t take the sight of your pretty neck like that.

His fangs hurt.

The way you’re letting yourself be so vulnerable with him makes something stir, gently dragging his fingers over your soaked slit.

Maybe that’s all he needs. He needs to distract you.

If his sweet girl trusts him enough to play with her pussy while she sleeps, is one little bite to your neck, that bad?

That makes him groan, louder than intended.

No, he can’t do it. That’s so extremely unfair to you.

He presses his hips against you again, his fingers tracing over each divot in your spine, while the other works between your legs, gently running his fingers through your throbbing folds.

“F-fuck,” he can’t help a small hiss when you lean back against him, your perfect little neck right beneath his lips.

“Huh?” the sound has your eyes cracking open, just barely, parting your thighs without a single word. You’re so good for him, he feels like he truly doesn’t deserve you - but your naivety seems to be your downfall.

His cock twitches against your ass again, precum staining his boxers, pressing against the fabric between you.

“Nothing.” he swallows, his breaths more laboured than he’d like them to be, voice shaky with need, “go back to sleep, Angel.”

“You’re alright, baby.” Dick insists.

He can’t tell who he’s trying to reassure.

His hand slides from your spine up into your hair, fingers pressing against the back of your head as he coaxes you back down a little more into the pillow.

His narrowed eyes are watching you now, leaning even closer to your neck as his hand slides back down your chest, dragging his tongue up the exposed side of your neck.

He can’t take it, he needs more.

Slowly, his lips part against your soft skin, savouring the moment once more.

He bites back a groan as his fingers press into your cunt, fangs hovering close to your neck.

“Sweetheart..” he swallows, voice cracking slightly as he speaks.

He should let you sleep. He can’t.

“Baby?” he tries to catch your attention once more, nuzzling his face into your neck - it takes a Herculean amount of strength not to just go ahead and bite you.

He can’t just do that, he loves you too much.

“Mhm?” Your response is a barely coherent mumble - not awake, not quite fully asleep. Just what he’s looking for.

He swallows, dragging his tongue along the side of your neck, his fingers still gently stroking at your pussy to distract you, his thumb running over your clit.

“Y’love me, right?” His lips brush against your nape, one arm firmly draped over your torso while his hand works between your legs.

You huff slightly, eyelids heavy.

“..course I love you,”

Dick knows that, he’s just trying to make himself feel better. Of course you love him, he doesn’t even need to hear you say it most of the time. Usually, the way your damn heart beats around him is enough of a giveaway.

Okay, fuck he can’t take it.

“..w-what the fuck,” you’re squirming against him now, shoulders shaking as the ache in your neck jolts you awake.

You can’t tell what to focus on, the pain or the feeling of his fingers moving against you, sinking deeper into the heat of your pussy.

“Don’t even think about it.” his hand slides out from your hair, moving to wrap his fingers around your neck so you don’t writhe too hard, the pressure making your blood flow smoother onto his tongue.

It’s been so long, he’s almost forgotten what fresh blood tastes like.

Unsurprisingly, yours is sweet. Just like you.

Between the fact that he’s holding you down and the blood loss, you don’t really have much time to react or protest.

His tongue drags up your neck once more, catching each little drop of your blood - he doesn’t want to waste anything, he doesn’t know when he’ll have this opportunity again.

Feeling you move, Dick stills for a moment, watching you in silence.

He’s bracing himself for you to yell at him. He’s gonna get an elbow to the face and spend the rest of the week on the couch, he can see it now.

He’s panicking internally for a few moments, until he feels you move - until he hears that sleepy little sob fall from your parted lips.

Is it fucked up that it turns him on?

“I know it hurts, Angel.” he’s panting, fingers starting to gently stroke your neck instead of holding it tightly when he hears a muffled little sob fall from your lips.

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” His cock is rock hard now, hips grinding against your ass - he doesn’t notice, he doesn’t care.

You part your lips as if to say something but not a sound comes out, his hand under your jaw is the only thing stopping your head from hitting the mattress.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the blood loss, maybe it’s how stupidly horny you are but you just can’t think.

“..t-the fuck?” You swallow another little whimper, body almost limp against the mattress as you let him just tilt your head around in his hand.

Dick blinks for a moment, grip on your neck loosening slightly.

That wasn’t a sob this time, no screech of horror either.

You’re laughing.

Out of your fucking mind, dazed and fucking giggling as your blood stains his teeth.

It’s like you don’t even realise why you’re all dizzy.

Dick could probably do anything to you right now and you wouldn’t even care, you’re so out of it that you trust your big scary vampire boyfriend to not hurt you.

Dick hates the fact that it makes cock throb, the wet stain on his boxers getting harder and harder to ignore.

“What’s so funny?” He mumbles into your nape, tongue dragging against your skin to catch every drop of that blood he’s been so desperate for.

“..you,” a tired slur falls from your lips, your head feeling a little too heavy for your neck as his fingers circle over your clit.

“Me?” Dick pants, blood dripping down your chin as he tilts your head back.

God you’re barely able to keep your eyes open, like his hand around your neck is the only thing keeping you conscious.

“Mhm,” you giggle, cut off by a little whine when you feel his fingers sink into your wet cunt.

“..you’re all bite-y n’all,”

He isn’t sure if “bite-y” is even a real word, but fuck you’re cute.

You probably think he’s just nibbling at your skin for fun like he’s some harmless puppy.

As if he couldn’t just drain the life out of you if he felt like it.

“..what the hell,” You giggle again, brows furrowing slightly as you try and move your thighs apart to give him better access.

Right, Dick forgot about that.

They’re not cooperating, like your brain is a little too muddled to let you move properly.

He feels bad for a moment, eyes flickering down to the little scrunch of your nose, how hard you’re trying to focus to do something as simple as articulating yourself properly.

“Dick, I can’t-“

Move.

You would press your thighs together if you could, your cunt aching for something more than just his fingers.

“S’okay,” Dick coos, gently tilting your jaw back so your glassy eyes meet his.

“Bet you can’t think either?”

You whimper at that, nodding as you feel the tears stinging your eyes. Not because it hurts, but because you can’t touch him like you want to.

“Aw,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the bite mark at the base of your neck like he isn’t the one putting you through all this.

“M’gonna have to do all that thinking and moving for you. Aren’t I, pretty girl?” His hand slides out of your panties to pull them down your thighs, embarrassing amounts of precum already staining his boxers at the sight of you like this.

“Y-yeah,”

“Yeah,” Dick grins at your immediate compliance (as if you have a choice), one hand pulling you back closer against him, the other working to free his strained cock from his pants, barely able to muffle a groan.

His leaking tip smacks against your clit with a small hiss, his forehead bumping against the back of your neck.

Dick would genuinely rather die than ever hurt his pretty girl, but fuck - the way he can just manhandle you around reminds him that he could.

Especially when you’re so out of it.

Dick cursed under his breath as you tried to move against him, your dazed whimpers going straight to his ego - and his cock as he slides into with an almost desperate thrust.

“Y’don’t need to think, baby. You just need to take me, t-take this fuckin’ cock, just the way I want.”

Just because he’s got this whole vampire thing going, doesn’t mean he can’t be so stupidly weak for you, panting and whining as his fangs scrape at your neck, your collarbone a mess of blood and drool as he pulls out again.

“Look at that,” Dick can’t stop himself from yanking you around, your back landing against the mattress with a soft thump as he all but crawls over you, hips clumsily moving against yours.

He could get used to you being so dependant more often, your eyes all dazed and glassy and looking up at him like he’s the one who hung all the stars in the sky.

“S-so fuckin’ pretty, all dumb n’takin’ this cock,” one of his hands slides up your his shirt to bunch it up at your collarbone.

Your hearts just so loud, beating so fast. You’re all worked up for him, letting him use you however he wants.

His other hand moves to hook your thigh around his hips cause god knows you’re in no state to do that yourself, thrusts getting sloppier as his half lidded eyes stare down at the subtle bounce of your tits.

He’d usually be too paranoid about scaring you too hard, but he can’t help it - kissing all the way down your chest before sinking his teeth in with an undignified whine, blunt nails pressing into your skin as he gropes at your chest.

No matter how close your heart is, it’s still not enough.

“Gonna-“

He lets out a stuttered moan, his hips picking up the pace, frantic almost.

“F-fuck,” he whines, messy strands of black hair falling into his eyes as he pounds you into the creaky mattress.

"..such a good girl, gonna make me f-fucking cum,”

“Dick,” You’re almost begging him to meet your gaze, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you try and gather the strength to lift your head.

“Uhuh?” Dick mumbles against your chest, thrusts getting sloppy as he pounds into your cunt, hand sliding down to pinch your clit between his fingers.

“F-fuck, just kiss me,” you swallow, lips curling into a wobbly frown as your body aches to arch against him, the wet sounds of your needy cunt filling the space between you.

“Yeah?” He pants, “Want me to kiss you, baby?”

You bite back a whimper, pussy clenching around him.

“P-please,”

That catches his attention.

Dick latches off of your tits for a moment, ignoring the steady leak of his precum already leaking out of you.

He’s all gross, his parted lips a mess of spit and your blood - the very thing that’s supposedly scares you so badly.

His Adam’s Apple bobs in his throat, letting out a soft mewl when his fangs press into your bottom lip.

You should be mad at him, disgusted. You’ve got every right to be.

But Fuck, even though he could tear you open - he’d rather let his girl drive a stake through his cold dead heart.

a/n: u thought u heard the last of me??

also this song is a banger I promise.

as always thank u for reading, stay freaky ily.

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"Wall— Wally," you gasped, fingers lacing through his sweaty locks clinging to the back of his neck, your other hand gripping the sheets like a lifeline.

His lips left a burning trail across your neck, collarbones, chest, anywhere he could reach without pulling away from you, without pulling out.

Time has become a meaningless concept; the seconds have blurred into what feels like hours of Wally lavishing you with his touch, pinning you against the mattress with his warmth until nothing exists outside of him.

His hips cant against yours, punching a whine from your throat. Your voice is hoarse from chanting his name, the only word you can manage to conjure anymore in your fucked out state, "Wall-y."

"Yeah, baby? Feels good?" He grunts, reaching for your hand clutching at the bed sheets and intertwining your fingers with his.

"S'too much." You slur, tongue heavy and thighs trembling from the last three orgasms your relentless husband had pulled from you.

"Shhh," he soothes, moving to pepper kisses over your jaw and cheeks wet with tears, pulled from the near-overwhelming pleasure Wally was granting you, "you're doing so good, honey, feel so good."

"Wally, I can't—"

"Yes, you can. One more, baby, just one more." He pleads, free hand running down your stomach before his fingers brush over your swollen clit, making you yelp and jolt.

"You can do that for me? Be a good girl and give me one more? Take everything I give you?" There's a slight furrow in his brow, beads of sweat trailing down his neck, tantalisingly.

All you can do is nod, eyes rolling back as your mouth falls open in a soundless scream, a sharp contrast to Wally's breathless rambles, "Gonna fill you up, and you're gonna take it for me, aren't you? M'gonna make you a mama. You're gonna be such a pretty mama."

There's a reverent fever to his words. Which, combined with his expert touch, and your sensitivity, has your orgasm tearing through you with a shout of his name, your nails scraping over his scalp.

"That's it, honey, shit—" he hisses, hips faltering as you clench down on him, and that's all it takes before he's following you over the edge, spilling warm ropes of cum deep inside of you.

He collapses gently against you, nuzzling into your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as an anchor. He's still inside you, with no indication he's moving anytime soon. Wally hikes one of your thighs over his waist, pressing deeper into you.

"Wally—" You whine, only for him to cut you off with a gentle kiss as he murmurs against your lips.

"Gotta stay like this, make sure it takes. You wanna be a mama, don't you? Wanna have my baby?"

he looks so beautiful on top of you. his warm hands wrap around your ankles, holding your legs apart. his teeth bite down on his lip as he tries to control himself. "gah," he grunts, eyes fluttering closed. "you're so fucking wet."

you whimper softly, eyes wide as you watch him rub the squishy tip of his cock along your soaked folds. "a-are you sure it'll fit?" you squeak, nervous. he had made sure you were soaking for him, taking his sweet time fingering you and eating your delicious pussy. but you still weren't sure it would be enough.

he looks up at you through heavy lidded eyes, something dark and primal in his gaze. "you'll take it even if it doesn't," he vows, sending chills up your spine. "you'll take me until it does."

"go slow," you beg, hands nervously grasping the bedsheets. "y-you're big."

he looks up at you and smirks. "I know." he keeps rubbing against you, dipping the tip of his cock into you every now and then, which makes you whimper. his face is alight with something crazed and hungry. his calloused fingerpads rub slow circles on your clit, sending little sparks through you with every touch.

he shakes his head slowly, lips parting as he stares down at your pretty cunt. he kneads your hip gently, squeezing your waist with his large hands. "gonna spear you open on my cock," he mutters, more to himself than to you. "gonna destroy you for every other man. by the time I'm done with you, you're not even gonna be able to fucking walk." he spits on your pussy.

your eyes widen as you realize what he's about to do. "w-wait--"

he doesn't let you protest any more. he tightens his grip on your waist and lifts your hips off the bed, before slamming deep inside you, hips stuttering to a stop as they come to rest snugly against your own. you let out a bloodcurdling scream as his cock violates your virgin pussy. "o-ow! it-it hurts!" you protest, breath coming out in shallow pants as you wince at the stinging pain in your nether regions.

"oh, I know, I know," he coos, brushing some hair out of your eyes. his touch is tender, a stark contrast to the roughness of his hard cock stuffed deep inside you. "but I gotta break you in, kitten. just lay there for me all pretty, yeah? I'll do the work."

tears well up in your eyes as he pulls out a little, his cock dragging along your velvety walls. you feel yourself pulsing around him, sucking him back in as he slams into you again. he tosses his head back, letting out an animalistic groan as he feels you clamp down on him. "oh, my--fuck, you're still so tight, even after all that foreplay?" you can feel him nearly twitching inside of you, eager to claim what's his. "so soft and wet and hot, just begging for me to claim you."

you whine in pain, words and protests falling from your lips in desperate babbles. your hands desperately wrap around his biceps, which are flexed as he holds your hips off the bed for easy access. you feel yourself clench around him--it's not even on purpose, your cunt is just molding perfectly around his cock. it's so tight he can barely move. and he feels it too, closing his eyes as a soft grunt falls from his lips. "oh, no no no, don't do that," he warns. "I-I won't be able to control myself."

you breathe heavily, trying to adjust to the size of him. "I'm not doing it on purpose," you protest, lips pushing into an adorable little pout. "and you said you'd be gentle."

he lets out a low growl, opening his eyes to fix you with an intense glare. "now when exactly did I say that?"

you frown, trying to think back. "i-it was definitely when--ah!"

this last sound escaped you because he had suddenly pulled nearly all the way out, before slamming back into you. "I didn't say it," he tells you, a smug smirk dancing on his face as he pulls out again. "because I'm not a liar." he slams back into you, causing you to yelp again.

"so now that you know I mean every word of what I say," he says smoothly, "wanna remind me of what I did say? if you're not so cock drunk you can't remember, that is."

you scowl, trying your very best to think back. "y-you said I wouldn't be able to walk after," you offer timidly.

"yeah, that's right," he whispers, a crazed light in his eyes. "so you better hold on tight, baby."

with that, he starts thrusting, pounding you into the mattress like a wild animal. his eyes rake over your figure hungrily, taking in every inch of you: your fucked out expression, your tits bouncing every time he slams into you, your pussy quivering and squelching around him. you let out strained groans and cries, your body instinctively trying to curl up into a ball as he hammers into you.

he notices, and he doesn't like it. "none of that hiding bullshit. hold your legs open for me," he orders, and you mindlessly obey, your small hands scrabbling to grab your thighs to spread your legs wider.

"aw, fuck," he mutters under his breath. "so fucking good to me. oh, how am I ever gonna let you leave this bed again?"

you can barely formulate a response, pitiful whimpers and moans falling from your lips every time you try to speak. he keeps ramming into you, not giving you any mercy. "maybe I won't. maybe I'll just keep you here, my little fucktoy. I'll have you every night. every night."

he looks down at you, an evil smirk on his face. gosh, he looks so beautiful, even as sweat drips down his forehead. "and remember what I said earlier, baby. I'm not a liar."