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now this revelation brought on a slew of questions most of which he didn’t have the answer for, you both learned as you went. he was revealing his hunger and you suggested he bite you, he didn’t know if he had the self control to stop. sunghoon likened it to being turned on and your conversation took a turn.

what made your jaw drop to the floor and question his honesty, however, was something entirely mundane. “there’s no way you’re a virgin!” this is the reaction he expected before.

“i am baby! i’m just really shy okay? you’re the one who came up to me remember?” you do remember, of course you do, you couldn't forget the moment you saw him at your friend’s party. he was and still is the hottest man you’d ever seen. it’s not like it was just you though, so many people went up to him, you just got lucky. sunghoon likes to tell you it’s because you made him feel comfortable, instead of an object. your confidence and kindness made him open up.

“there’s nothing wrong with it of course but sunghoon have you seen yourself? if you just asked anyone on the street they’d have sex with you!”

“but baby i don’t want them, i want you.” heat pulsed through your body, traveling lower, and sunghoon could hear your heartbeat pick up. he hadn’t yet mentioned that new ability to you, but then he could have some fun with it as well.

“this is crazy im—“ your hands were in your hair, your mind racing with a million thoughts, trying to calculate how your visually sex god boyfriend could be a virgin. sure you’d taken it slow but that was because he seemed shyer than your previous flings, not that you cared, you thought it was sweet. your feelings for each other were strong and while you wanted to jump his bones on multiple occasions you adored how loving he was.

“is it weird? do you not like me?” a pout curled his lips, drawing his attention and you grabbed his hand, cold in yours, locking your fingers together. sunghoon brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your wrist, where your blood surged. god you smelled so good to him, like a sweet honey cake, all too tempting. his desire for you was already intense but now he could barely contain himself.

“no no! that’s not it i’m just…i’m so happy i get to be your first i just don’t want to mess it up.”

“baby, i trust you, besides ill probably come in a like a minute.” his smirk shot through your veins, his lip curling around a fang, curious about the way it felt against you.

“okay, you can bite me.” this was how the conversation had started, you couldn’t process him being a virgin but you were sure you wanted him to stop being hungry. that way you both could figure out what he was going through.

“can i fuck you?” sunghoon was far too confident right now, here you were supposed to be taking the lead and you couldn’t even form a sentence. his smirk only grew at your wide eyes.

“yes…” the voice that came out was a whisper and he leaned forward to claim your lips. the drag of his teeth along your bottom lip nearly pierced the skin, soft lips easing the pain and tasting you as best he can. his mouth trails kisses down your face, resting along your neck where he can see your blood pumping. the sight is so tempting, his vision is almost hazy with need.

“fuck you smell so good, driving me crazy.” your fingers curl into his hair, pushing him against your vein, egging him on. his lips kiss at the space, a thrill runs down your spine, the skin is sensitive there but the thought of him drinking from you is far too erotic for you to process. you’d have to think about what it meant for your psyche later. he sucks at the skin and you groan, he’s rock hard and he can’t believe it’s just from this alone.

“i trust you hoonie.” you’re making it harder for him.

“i could hurt you,” there’s no telling how long it’ll take for him to be satisfied, he has immense self control, nearly 23 years of virginity prove as much, but when it comes to you he’s weak.

“you wouldn’t.” your unshakable confidence is what makes him pierce your skin, a sharp pain is followed by the lave of his tongue and suddenly your neck is numb. sunghoon moans as you flood his tongue, honey and spice and warm, it’s better than anything he’s ever eaten or will eat, better than anything he could dream of. his hips roll into your side and you whimper at his grip tightening around the collar of your neck. there’s no irony taste or texture, it’s pure ecstasy on his tongue and sunghoon is already feeling high. your blood is a drug for him and you whine after it’s been a minute, “hoonie are you done?” all the ministrations and soft sounds from him is making your underwear stick to you, the warmth in your core makes your thighs squeeze together. as sunghoon feels energy returning back to him he can smell much more than your blood and skin, he can smell the even more tempting scent of your arousal. he draws back, one hand traveling down your front, pressing a kiss to the bite mark and tonguing over the leaking blood. the crimson on his lips and stained teeth make your head swim, he looks even more attractive like this somehow and you pull him in for a kiss. you taste strange to yourself, too salty, but sunghoon is savoring it, the taste of your saliva mixing in to make it even sweeter. his need for you is insistent, and he knows it’s not the hunger any more.

“let me take care of you baby.” strong hands tear your buttons of your jeans, shoving them down your legs, he pushes you to lie back against your mattress, wedging himself between your thighs.

“ah! i thought—hah—that was my job.” sunghoon isn’t wasting time any more, taking his shirt off in one swift movement and you marvel at his frame. it’s not the first time you’ve seen it but you’re still ogling him like it is. he laughs at your reaction, how you look so wide-eyed and small beneath him. he doesn’t mind how the tables have turned, in fact he wants you to feel just as desperate as he is.

“after the first round.” your pretty eyes nearly bug out of your head, he lifts the hem of your shirt signaling you to take it off and you do easily.

“how many rounds—sunghoon!” your words are cut off by his strong arms pulling you down, hips flush against the top of his thighs, he can see the small wet patch on your panties. even now when he’s got you right where he wants you, he’s pouting.

“i thought i was baby.” saliva pools in your mouth as you watch him unbutton his jeans, lips parting in need. you’d both been this level of undressed before, but past this was uncharted territory. safe to say you were nearly vibrating with need for him. when he finally pulled himself free you twitched beneath him, legs trying to close on instinct because there was no way in hell he’d fit.

“hoonie your dick is too big.” okay maybe he did think he was way bigger than the guys in porn, but he didn’t think it would cause a problem. from what his friends told him, girls always wanted it to be big. but this…you were grown enough to know some things are not physically possible.

“really?” he placed a pillow under your head, leaning down between your legs, face inches from yours now. the weight of him against you proved your point, not only was he long he was heavy. thicker than anything you’d taken before.

“yeah baby that’s not gonna fit.” looking down he reached past your belly button, sunghoon followed your gaze struck by how tiny you looked, he might have to agree with you. but the precum dribbling down his sides made him feel even needier.

“can you try? please?” the way his tone switched, softer and shyer, the hoonie you knew. you’d have to try, it was his first time it was the least you could do.

“yes, go slow okay?” he grinned, dimples showing like you just gave him a prize. the marks of his teeth were still prominent and you looked so beautiful with them, he leaned back sitting again.

“yeah of course.” he peeled back your underwear, sticking to you like it refused to let go, and his eyes were glued to every second. you squirmed from his gaze, feeling exposed, “god you’re so beautiful, can’t believe this is all mine.” the words slurred out like he hadn’t meant to say them aloud. a tentative hand reached down, the rough pad of his thumb dragging along your slippery clit. the tiniest of friction making you buck under him.

“don’t tease.” your blood was rushing south, ears roaring with the sound of your heart beating a mile a minute, you wanted him so badly you didn’t even care about prepping, you wanted it to hurt. he tapped himself against your entrance heavy and wide, as if warning you of what was to come. your legs parted at their own accord, wriggling into the feeling of him leaking against you. it took all the self restraint in the world to slide his tip in, pushing against the resistance as your eyes bugged out of your head. the stretch burned even with how wet you were, holding your breath as if it would alleviate the pain.

“fuck fuck fuck you’re so tight fuckkkk.” sunghoon couldn’t think, his head enveloped by your vice grip, if it felt this good just from this he wouldn’t last long. your hands grip his broad shoulders, nails digging into him as he shifts infinitesimally, sliding in further.

“k-keep going.” the words come out in puffs of air, he presses a kiss to your forehead, sliding in slowly as his thumb sets a mindnumbing rhythm against your clit.

“breathe baby, almost halfway.” sunghoon tries thinking of sports facts, counting backwards from 100, quite literally anything else besides the way you’re dripping onto him and sucking him in like you’ll die without his dick.

“halfway?” you swore you could feel him in your lungs already, how could this only be halfway. sure enough when you look down with bleary eyes, he’s right. after what feels like forever, you’re slightly more relaxed and he’s finally all the way in, balls resting against you like a trophy. “move please.”

“i’m not gonna last,” a small shift back of his hips proves that you feel too good. he understands why people get addicted to this feeling.

“s’fine please baby.” the words slur out of you, your tongue feels heavy in your mouth. you feel fucked out before he’s even fucked you at all. when he pulls out and sloppily thrusts back in, all too fast and desperate, you whine at the feeling. he’s filling you up again, scraping along your insides, and knocking against your cervix. he thrusts a few more times clumsily, not quite building you up enough, before coming inside. he floods your insides hot and sticky come leaks down your thighs and you relish in the feeling. a pretty groan vibrates against your skin, his head dropping between your neck and shoulder as he kisses along your bite mark again. the sound sends a thrill through you, desperate and low like an alarm went off. you’re reminded that this was supposed to be you taking the lead. “got one more in you, handsome?” his head lifts from your neck, dimples showing as his cock twitches inside you, answering for him. you push him back onto his back, really he moves for you, even before his change he was so much stronger than you.

sunghoon tracks every movement you make, struck by how beautiful you look on top of him, hands gripping at the fat of your ass as you slide back onto him. a puddle of his come forms on his chest, pooling in the recesses of his abs and your eyes roll back from the sight before you combined with the feeling of him spearing you. with a slow roll of your hips, sunghoon whines at your cunt fluttering around him.

“feels so good, pussy’s making me crazy.” you set a slow pace, bouncing slightly as you grind against him, shockwaves pulsing through your clit. one of his hands grabs at your tit, the other spreading you for him so he can see just how stretched you are.

“doing so well hoonie, you’re so big.” your hands grip onto his pecs for support, rocking with him, and he’s starting to get comfortable, thrusting up into you slightly. the desperation makes you crazy.

when your orgasm feels closer you guide his hand down to your clit, bouncing faster and he throws his head back from the stimulation. his come combined with your slick makes a mess on his chest, squelching with each slap of your hips together. he can’t handle it, can’t deal with how you feel so he buck his hips up to meet you halfway. the added feeling of him knocking up into you makes you clamp down, orgasm crashing into you. as you shudder and pulse around him he can’t help but come with you. the strings of his come leak from you, no space for them inside you and he groans at the insatiable feeling of your cunt milking him.

“one more.” before you can blink, you’re on your back legs swung over his shoulders, sunghoon doesn’t even look at you, he’s too focused on the white hot liquid gushing out of you. all going to waste.

“h-hah i’m still sensitive hoonie, so messy.” you wince at the rivulets dripping down your thighs, likely seeping into your mattress. without a second thought his mouth descends on your sticky skin, lapping at the combination of your slick. when his teeth graze your inner thighs you grab his hair for levity.

“you like that baby? want me to bite you here too?” you can’t respond, your mind numb as he licks a fat stripe up your cunt, holding your thighs apart when you jolt from overstimulation. you tug at his hair, not having its intended effect as he groans into you and sticks his tongue into you. the sensation of him cleaning you out, brings you close to another orgasm, screaming his name like it’s the only word you know. “come on, give me another.” you shove his head away, back to where his teeth glided against your sensitive skin, and he gets the hint. while his thumb drives against you, sharp canines sink the space next to your glistening cunt, marking you next to where he owns now. you see white as you fall over the edge, climaxing so hard your toes curl and your legs shake as they try to clamp around his head, failing against his strength. “good girl, did so well.” he unlatches from you, taking in his work, an unmistakable bite mark pebbling over again, he laps it up, cleaning up your come next and your tiny hole convulses. “fuckkk your cunt tastes sweeter though.” the action makes you twitch, grabbing at him and trying to pull him up.

“can’t—please.” looking down at you and your teary eyes he finds it in himself to gain some self control, even if he could probably go all night. he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, holding you close and you gently brush back his hair. “how was your first time?”

“perfect, you were perfect.” you can smell yourself on his breath and you can’t help but agree. maybe having a vampire sex god boyfriend wouldn’t be so bad, and if he’s going to fuck you like that forever, you might as well join him.