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Glory & Gore

The point of blind dates is to not know who you're meeting prior to the date. You were set up with Jimin by a mutual friend. Sadly for Jimin, he didn't know you were a serial killer who killed your victims after fucking their brains out. Sadly for you, you didn't know Jimin was a vampire and wouldn't be killed easily.

Warning: vampire jimin, blood, neck snapping, mentioning of killing/sucking blood, compelling, pain kink, jimin tied up, hitting (punching/slapping) stabbing, disturbing scenes, stalking, neck biting, intoxication,

Word Count: 6,570

Jimin had once loathed the idea of falling in love. He was centuries old, witnessing the world around him change and evolve to what it was now. Living through centuries to some could feel like ages, but to Jimin it was as though it flashed through his eyes in a matter of seconds. He had a good run, he'd admit. Living through plagues and wars. Meeting historical figures and even going through adrenaline rushes like jumping off of cliffs and going through high-speed chases with the police. He would say he truly lived.

It was Taehyung's idea - his long-term friend who was much of the same as him - that he starts dating. Jimin was more of the "hit it and quit it" type. He had amazing sex back in his time - dealing with orgies in the Mediterranean was possibly his favorite. Yet, he couldn't say anyone stood out to him and that was ages ago. Taehyung insisted that it was time for Jimin to settle down and, by the man's words, "Buy a home with a white picket fence, maybe a pet and find yourself a lover".

Jimin attempted to go on dates, but no one ever caught his eye. When you lived through centuries and different times, only someone quite charming could make his interest peak. By the fifth date he had understandably given up. He didn't need to find someone to live forever with - especially if that someone was meant to be a human. As long as he lived, the only person he had turned into a Vampire - the new name humans call them - was Taehyung himself. He had no real reason to turn anyone else, Taehyung being like a brother to him when he found his friend near death. Having to snap his neck after forcing him to drink his blood hurt his heart - but having Taehyung wake up blood thirsty and though not alive, seeming as if he was, was worth it.

Taehyung was the first to greet him when he returned back to the small town Taehyung now resides in. He had a few residences that he owned and had given him one to live in - coincidentally with a white picket fence - and declared that he had the perfect woman for him to date. No matter how many times Jimin insisted that he didn't need help finding a partner - male or female - Taehyung was not one to be told no.

So, Jimin agreed.

However, he did have requirements. If this person was someone for him, he had to make sure it was up to his standards. Jimin asks Taehyung the correct questions. Was he or she beautiful for a "vampire"? Did they exceed the level of confidence that wouldn't make them insecure around him? Were they highly intelligent - possibly rich? Money didn't matter, of course, but he wasn't going to have someone around him that only wanted him for his own.

The most important - as of now - were they good in bed? Taehyung wouldn't know this question and before he could even have the chance to ask, Taehyung had vanished before his eyes and left the older man alone in the home he gifted him. Jimin had released a heavy sigh and decided he needed some wine infused with his favorite type of blood.

It was exactly the next day when Taehyung had returned around dinner time. Neither of them ate human food, so to see Taehyung carrying a large box of pizza raises an eyebrow, but as he allows his friend inside, he could hear it. Smell it.

You. Jimin could hear the way your heartbeat quickens, pushing blood throughout your body. He inhales when you step your foot inside of his home and gives him a cute, shy bow. It makes Jimin licks his lips - you were his favorite type of blood and Taehyung knew this.

"This is Y/N."

Jimin hears Taehyung's words as though they're far - echoing into his mind. However, his full focus was on you and your beating heart. It pounds through his head until all he could think of was having you - devouring you on the spot. He can count the number of times your heart beats per second if he truly desired.

"What?" Jimin snaps his head to Taehyung who releases a few dry chuckles.

"I said," Taehyung places a hand on Jimin's shoulder. "you're drooling."

Jimin scoffs. He shrugs off Taehyung's hand and offers you his hand to take. You do, a flush on your cheeks. Your heart is increasingly breathing through his ears when he brings your hand close to his lips and place a kiss upon them.

Jimin gulps. He was close to your veins and in a quick movement could easily have the taste of your sweet, savory blood inside of him. But he wouldn't - you were a friend of Taehyung's and an obviously the woman expected to settle down with him.

"Park-"

"Jimin." You finished, the sound of his name coming through your lips was enough for Jimin to like you (enough to not want to drain you dry right before him).

Jimin was no monster by all means. He understood that killing humans would do nothing but raise suspicion - even if there was probably a serial killer going around killing men. He had no problem with buying his favorite blood off of the black market or frequenting blood brothels.

"This is Y/N." Taehyung repeats your name, but Jimin's eyes doesn't remove themselves from yours. "She's my assistant."

Jimin raises a brow. He wasn't 100% sure what Taehyung did exactly that he needed an assistant, but he wouldn't question. Instead, he was going to focus on you, the beauty pumping his favorite blood through your veins.

Taehyung takes a seat after placing the box of pizza on the coffee table, arms crossed. He wasn't planning on staying for long, just enough to get you comfortable with Jimin. By the looks of it, you wouldn't be anything but comfortable. You and Jimin sat side by side, both speaking in hushed tones that his advanced ears easily picked up on.

Taehyung finds you fascinating. You were an interesting individual that would be giving Jimin the adrenaline rush he craved.

It didn't take long for Taehyung to leave, only a half an hour. You eat a slice of pizza and Jimin does, as well, but only to make you feel at ease. He had no desire for human food, and every desire to sink his teeth into you.

"Taehyung is convinced that you're going to be interested in me."

Jimin furrows a brow at your words. "Is that so?" He wasn't wrong.

You lick the corners of your lips and nod. "I'm not sure why."

"You don't find yourself interesting?"

You shrug your shoulders and Jimin hums.

"I'm sure you do. You couldn't stop staring at my neck."

Jimin's lips twitched.

"I have that effect on people."

You weren't new to this, and this is what made you captivating. But you were also observant. There was no doubt he was looking at the veins littering your neck, but it wasn't in the way you assumed - not fully, at least.

"What makes you think you have that effect on me?" Jimin leans back into the cushioned couch.

Jimin wishes he can read minds by the twinkle in your eyes. You tilt your head as you watch him, eyes darting between his lips, to his chiseled jaw to his dark eyes.

"Are you saying you don't want to have a taste?"

Jimin's eyes darkens. Your words indeed affect him in ways you have no ways of understanding - because he indeed wanted a taste. More ways than one.

"Are you willing to give me a...taste?" Jimin's eyes flicker to your lips. They're plushed and puckered.

You lean forward, neck exposed to him. You appeared as though you knew of what he was, but Jimin is positive you were clueless. "I'll give you a taste of whatever you want..." you murmur. "...as long as I also get to have a taste myself."

You yelp when you feel Jimin - with such speed in nearly knocks the breath out of you - into his lap. His lips are on your neck, inhaling deeply and sending wet, open-mouthed kisses. You can feel his teeth grazing against it.

"You smell amazing." Jimin grunts. His nails dig into the skin of your hips. "Amazing enough to eat."

It took deep rooted strength for Jimin to not sink his teeth into now. He's positive that you'd be sweet and savory. It's been a while since Jimin got to taste his favorite blood type straight from the vein.

Your blood flows smoothly throughout your body and Jimin can smell your excitement.

"Pick your poison." Jimin murmurs against your neck. Just how dirty were you, he wonders. Were you the vanilla type? He wasn't opposed to soft and passionate sex, but it wasn't his cup of tea.

"I don't think you'd be interested in what I'm into." you giggle cutely and Jimin couldn't help but laugh. You were so cute, adorable even. You weren't dumb, just uninformed. You didn't know Jimin wasn't mortal who had countless of sex - good, bad and the ugly - throughout the years. Nothing was ever off limits for him.

"Try me." Jimin grazes his teeth against your neck.

You hum, slowly grinding in Jimin's lap. You can feel how hard he is and his fingernails dig deeper into your skin.

"Are you more submissive or dominant?"

The question catches him by surprise. He was dominant when it came to humans - male or female. He rarely had anyone dominate him - he wasn't what they were. However, he wasn't opposed to being submissive, only when it came to those the same as him.

Jimin licks his lips. "Do you want to take control?" he asks. Maybe it's your scent that intoxicates him. How can a human woman take control of him when he could easily snap your neck with ease?

You smirk, hands that once laid on his shoulders now tangling in his tresses. You yank them so he's now looking into your eyes. "Would you let me do whatever I want?"

Jimin grunts and nods, and this brings a smile to your lips. It appeared crazed - Jimin assuming you were the kinky dominator who got off at hurting men, He would go along with it, pretending you'd hurt him to satisfy your ego.

Maybe Jimin would even enjoy it.

It didn't take long for you to be in Jimin's bedroom. It was clean, the bed large sitting in the middle of the room. His sheets were soft and velvet.

You were the dominate type, Jimin notes amusingly. You were also prepared. The purse you held came equipped with rope that you tied as hard as you could after you demanded he strip naked, cock on full display. Jimin would wince every now and then to keep up the act of being human.

You stripped yourself of your own clothing, sporting a dark red lingerie set that amazes him. it was simply effective and Jimin was never the lingerie type of man. But he savors the way you strut over to him confidently.

You had rules that needed to be followed. You went through them and Jimin only nodded.

"Say cherry if you want me to stop." you instructed - he never intended to. "Let me know if I'm taking anything too far." Nothing was too far, whatever you had he could surely handle.

"Do whatever you want to me." Jimin shrugged, a taunting tone in his voice.

And you did. You straddle him and suddenly landed a few hits against his chest, head tilting for a reaction.

Jimin didn't give you nothing but a lip bite.

You slapped him across the face a few times, rubbing your clothed pussy against his bare cock and Jimin could do nothing but moan. He can feel you - moist and warm pussy dripping at the act of hurting him. Your slaps (soon to be punches) was child's play, but he would wince and moan to satisfy you.

You release your own moan at the tint of his skin. You leaned down to place a kiss upon his lips just to sink your teeth onto his bottom lip, drawing blood.

Jimin grunts, hip jutting into you. He was dead, technically, yet Jimin has consumed enough amount of blood - human and animal - that he could bleed just as a human can. He wouldn't die like a human would if he lost a significant amount, but he bleed nonetheless.

What causes Jimin to nearly go feral was your eyes watching him as you licked his blood off of his bottom lip.

You were a different breed, and he was going to have fun with you.

"Do you think I'm a freak?"

Jimin shakes his head slowly.

You smile and Jimin leans into his pillows. He supposes you are cute.

"I'm going to ride you." you state, lifting yourself up so you can push your panties to the side. "Until I cum. Hopefully you cum along the way. I was never known to cater to a man."

Jimin liked you and your cocky attitude. He was going to cum - in his own way. He wasn't human and he didn't release the way male humans do with sperm. He was filled with him own venomous fluid that took a good fucking to release - he could always compel you to ride him until he indeed 'came'.

You sink down onto Jimin and shiver. He was big and had the perfect girth you only experienced with a dildo. You start off slow, adjusting to his size. You don't care that your nails are digging into his skin but neither does Jimin.

You speed up the pace and it's alarming. Your stamina wasn't up to par with his kind, but for a human you were amazing. Your juices flow effortlessly onto him and you're fucking yourself without a care. You wrap your arms around Jimin's neck and squeeze - having no need to breath Jimin allows you to choke him however much you desired.

"You let me do whatever I want to you." you moan out, pussy squeezing his cock that send shockwaves throughout his body. "You're like a little fuck toy."

Jimin grunts, his hips gutting to go deeper into your pussy. Human women weren't like you - dominant and degrading. You weren't afraid to hurt him, and he enjoyed it more than he'd thought he would.

You squeeze your eyes shut and hover about Jimin. He took it upon himself to fuck into you at full force, his arms bound by the rope but that didn't stop him. You were going to cum soon, but not until you got off with what you truly wanted.

"It's a shame..." you murmur out, pussy dripping all over Jimin's abdomen. You were close to cumming and Jimin knew this - but he wasn't going to stop until you came the next ten times and had the chance to taste your own blood. "...that we won't be doing this again. I actually might like you."

Jimin's confused because he's sure he'd allow you to come back whenever you desired. "What makes you think you won't see me again?" Jimin grunts, eyes watching your bouncing breast. To suck your nipples until they're swollen is what he'd want to do next - maybe even get a taste of the blood flow.

You begin to laugh, pussy clenching. Jimin doesn't halt his thrust, not until he feels you let loose. You're cumming now, and before Jimin could do anything else, he feels a sharp pain straight to his heart. His eyes widen and his thrusts halt.

You bring the sharp knife into Jimin's chest repeatedly. You begin to ride off your orgasm, blood squirting from Jimin's heart right onto your chest.

The knife pierces him multiple times and Jimin can feel his body reacting. His vision blurs and all he could hear was your moans mixed with laughter.

"Fuck!"

Jimin brings a pale hand up to wipe off the mud from his face. He spits out the dirt inside his mouth in disgust. He's pissed - beyond pissed. He's unsure who should he kill first, you; the bitch who did this to him, or Taehyung, the motherfucker who introduced you to him.

Jimin stares into the sky. No doubt he's been buried in this disgusting field for a few days. The sky was a dark grey filled with clouds. Droplets of rainwater began to fall, smearing the dirt covering his - extremely expensive- clothing.

Jimin is seething as he runs through the deep forest, the tree's passing by appearing blurry irrelevancies. He was going to kill you. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around your neck and watch your life drain right before his eyes. It'll bring great joy to hear the way your heartbeat quickens with fear until it rapidly drops - until it stops. Then, he'd be satisfied.

Jimin would have to drain you dry first; make sure not a single drop of your blood gets missed by him. It'll bring immense joy to kill you after he foolishly decided to give you a chance. It was an honor that he was fascinated in you and here you've gone and ruined it by attempting to kill him. Keyword: attempting.

Jimin scoffs as he reaches Taehyung's home. He throws the front door open and strolls in, a trail of mud marking the pristine floors.

You didn't know what Jimin was and that was your downfall. However, Jimin was no fool. You've done this before - killed. You worked fast, bringing the knife into his heart so rapidly that he didn't have a chance to defend himself (ironically enough). He awoke beneath the ground, buried deep enough to not be found by anyone and so far from civilization that you could be considered a professional.

But Jimin wouldn't completely blame you. You were a serial killer no doubt and probably the one he's heard mumblings about. Serial killers didn't concern him because he couldn't be killed by the average human. However, you concerned him now for your attempts upon him. You weren't a man that the media thought you were and though you impressed him with your skill - your lifeline was going to end soon.

But before he'd deal with you, he'll deal with Taehyung.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung's eyes widen at the mess staining his floors. "You're making a mess-"

Jimin wraps a hand around Taehyung's neck with inhumane speed and throws him to the nearest bookshelf. It crumbles at the impact, but Jimin remains unbothered. He places his muddy shoe against Taehyung's neck. "I had to dig myself out of the ground." he spits. "Because of that bitch you introduced me to."

Taehyung struggles against Jimin's strength. He was smaller in frame compared to him, but Jimin's strength could easily overpower him. He was centuries ahead of him in age, after all.

"I hope you are not fond of that bitch." Jimin snatches Taehyung forward, hands around his neck. "I'm going to kill her.'

Taehyung widens his eyes. "Hyung," he hisses. "let me explain-"

Jimin snaps Taehyung's neck. His friend falls to the ground lifelessly.

Jimin sighs. He hates punishing Taehyung, but this was unacceptable. His clothes were ruined, as were his shoes. His hair would take more than a few washes to get the mud and dirt out and not only that, but how fucking embarrassing was it that a human girl caught him by surprised?

Jimin shakes his head. Taehyung would be fine. In a few hours he would wake - the snap to the neck wasn't as severe to last long. In the meantime, he would use his shower to get the mess off of him while he decided how he was going to kill you.

You tap your fingernails against your desk, eyes drifting between your computer to your boss's shut door. Taehyung wasn't in today. It was weird to not see him on the days you worked. The large window that displays his desk is empty and no one else appears to know where he is.

You ponder if Taehyung is looking for Jimin. The last week Taehyung had mention that Jimin wasn't taking his calls and that he'd might have to visit the man. You agreed - stating that Jimin had ignored several of your texts and assumed that maybe he didn't want to be bothered.

Of course, you knew the truth - but you couldn't tell this to Taehyung. How could you ever explain to your boss that you killed his friend while fucking him to your orgasm? It wasn't something you'd ever tell anyone, not even a journal or diary.

Jimin was a cute one. He was experienced in sex, and it wasn't anything special for you to dwell on. He was bound by the wrist but could still fuck you fully. But that didn't stop him and neither did you.

Killing brought an adrenaline through you. The act of appearing innocent with the idiotic men you chose is nearly comical. They'd never suspect that you were a threat to them. You were considered nothing but a defenseless woman that couldn't carry her own.

But you weren't - you were the same serial killer murdering all these men for the last few months. The news stated that you were a man hunting at random. The true crime podcasts had their own theories of who you were and your reasonings. You heard that your "childhood was filled with abuse" but their theories weren't correct.

You yourself are unsure the core root of the start of your murderous rampage. Your first time murdering a man had made you sick - you vomited for days. Soon, you were able to ignore the stench that came with getting rid of the body and how to cover your tracks. You learned how to steadily hold your weapon with ease. You would once dump the bodies of the men at random locations, but the thought of being caught frightened you.

You began burying the men deep within woody forest areas - sometimes in cemeteries. No one ever questioned someone digging a grave at a cemetery.

The ringing of your office phone jolts you back into reality. You hastily grab the phone and answer with your best customer service voice. You didn't hear anything on the other end, but you were a patient person. You repeated another time just as sweetly, but still heard nothing.

"Waste of my time." you slam the phone down on the receiver and sigh.

The phone rings once more, this time you look at the caller I.D and frown. It was probably a prank caller and this time your patience was wearing thin.

You answered the phone, but before you can speak, the caller does. "I should gut you and drain you dry." the voice hisses before the line goes dead. Your eyes widen at the menacing words and your heart thumps outside your chest at the familiar voice.

Following you wasn't a part of the plan. While he showered the mud off of his skin, he thought about how he'd end your life. He wasn't opposed to hurting women as long as they deserved it, but it wasn't an act he enjoyed doing. Even if he was a human, his strength would rival a woman so as an immortal with inhumane strength, it was simply unfair.

But you were a bitch. A bitch who pretended to like him and got him vulnerable before you killed him - of course, not literally.

Jimin's pride was hurt. He was embarrassed. No one has ever done anything like this to him. He was a man of great strength and intelligence. A woman - a human woman at that - managed to distract him enough to seemingly end his life. Did you work alone? He wasn't obese, but he was solid enough to not be easy.

Another part of Jimin was impressed with your tactic. You appeared as an everyday woman working as an assistant. Not purely innocent, but not one to fuck, murder and dump a body. What he pondered on was if you truly ever were interested in him. Did he captivate you differently from the other men? Or was he the same as them - a good fuck and a good kill?

How Jimin was going to kill you didn't concern him. He could snap your neck easily, bleed you dry as you were his favorite blood type, and burn your body in the deepest part of the woods.

But what was the fun in that? You had your adrenaline rushing fun and he wanted his.

The phone calls began as Jimin watches you sit at your desk. Taehyung wouldn't be in today; he was sore from the neck snapping injury. But taking Taehyung's phone and getting your number wasn't difficult. He began calling you after you clocked out of work and made your way home. By the third call, he was blocked. But that didn't bother him. He had endless money at his defense and that meant endless number of phones and phone numbers he can call off of - all at once.

The pictures came next. He couldn't enter your home without an invitation, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk the perimeter of your home. He'd developed the pictures of you walking into said home, getting into your car and even pictures of you at work; at the same desk he made the first phone call.

The look on your face each time you witness said pictures brought satisfaction to his non-beating heart. To watch you day by day become completely unhinged; frightened. Constantly looking over your shoulder to ensure he wasn't near, but you understood he was. You were a serial killer after all.

Jimin was growing tired of hearing your heartbeat. When you were frightened, the blood pumps your blood through you at an alarmingly delicious pace. It was time, he could feel it through his venom filled veins.

It was early morning when Jimin decided it was your time to die. It was raining when you left your home for work, surveying your surroundings before you do so. It was dark and the surrounding homes were all left quiet. You enter your car and Jimin could hear you lock your doors soon after you entered.

Your actions bring a scoff out of Jimin. Nothing could stop him from getting to you - especially not locked doors to a car he could destroy the hinges of.

You take a deep breath before reversing out of your home. Your wipers are on the highest setting they can be and yet, you still have difficulty seeing the road.

Your paranoia has since skyrocketed out of control. You're unsure how you managed to get out of your home and go to work or run errands with an apparent stalker. The pictures, the messages and the constant phone calls - you blame your ego. You have yet to see anyone, but it always feels as though they're a pair of eyes on you at all times.

As you proceeded to drive down the rainy and dark road, your phone vibrates in your lap. You're hesitant to see but your curiosity gets the better of you. You don't recognize the number on your screen, but all the numbers were never the same. You've managed to change your number but whoever the stalker was had gotten ahold of it.

"Watch out." you read aloud. Your eyes flicker to the road and your heart nearly stops. You stomp on the breaks, skidding against the wet pavement of the road.

Your eyes are wide and you're afraid to blink. The pale skin glistens in the rain as your headlights shine against him. His eyes are dark as they watch you through your windshield. Your terrified to move, not even as he makes his way closer to you.

Jimin doesn't appear to be a figment of your imagination. The last you saw of him; you were dragging his lifeless body to your car and to the nearest woody area.

You've attempted to get off of the breaks and floor the gas, but your window breaks, and you're being dragged out of your car. It continues to drive down the road, becoming faster by the second.

The palms of your hands manage to catch yourself as you fall.

"Get up."

His voice haunts you. You crawl against the wet ground to get asway, but once again your hair is being pulled.

"You aren't the great serial killer I thought you were." Jimin's voice is taunting you. "Go ahead and kill me. Do something."

You fight against him, but only when he pushes you aside do you manage to let yourself get free. You turn to face him, eyes wide with shock. You crawl backwards, another attempt to get away. The road is silent, and no other cars are in sight - not even yours.

"I-I..." you cough, choking on your own words. You killed him. You watched him die - bloody and all. "J-Jimin, I-"

"Why are you stuttering?"

Jimin is in front of you within seconds, speed incredible. He wraps a tight hand around your neck.

"Where's the confidence I seen the other night? Where's the woman who gave me the best fuck in decades? Maybe even centuries." Jimin cackles. "Where's the woman who killed me without remorse?"

"I'm sorry." you began to cry, heart racing.

"Pathetic." Jimin scoffs. He shoves you away. You stumble, but don't fall. "To think...that I actually liked you."

"I liked you, too." You gulp.

"Stop lying to me!"

Jimin's sudden roar frightens you. You hold yourself, slowly stepping away.

"I did." you admit. Of course, there was no doubt that you were scared shitless. But it wasn't a lie that you enjoyed Jimin in the moment. "I...I just thought..." you lick your lips. If you made it out alive today, you'd surely catch a cold. "...what are you?"

There it was. Jimin snorts. The million-dollar question. "What do you think I am?"

"A demon?"

Jimin shrugs. "Maybe I am." he responds. He's in front of you in a blink of an eye. "Your heart is pounding from a mile away. It makes your blood smell so refreshing."

The color drains from your face. The mention of your blood brings a sudden realization through you.

You weren't big on mythology. The only thing you knew about those who enjoyed blood were vampires. It would explain the way he stands before you seemingly unharmed. He was pale, but not strikingly pale to the point you'd be concerned.

What about the blood? Vampires didn't bleed, did they? They were dead.

"You're confused but you know what I am." Jimin offers a taunting smile. "And here Taehyung thought you and I were going to be together forever."

The mention of your boss makes you feel sick. "Taehyung...is he."

"Yes, he is the same as I." Jimin nods. "He's one of my best friends, after all."

Taehyung was a vampire, as well. Jimin was a vampire.

You. You were human and now you were in deep shit.

"Do you like my blood?"

Jimin is caught off guard by the question. He can hear your heartbeat become steady. He ponders on the question you asked him while intimate - did he think you were a freak? In this moment, yes. You were different. Frightened, but curious.

"Yes." Jimin admits. "It's my favorite. I can't wait to sink my teeth into you."

Jimin's teeth become sharper, canines pulsing beyond the others.

"You can't die." You state. You're trembling, fear mixed with the cold rain. "If you can't die that means-"

"Are you trying to make a compromise?" Jimin is beyond astonished. "After you put me in the ground in the middle of fucking nowhere?" The audacity of you.

"You can feed off of me!" you exclaim. You're unsure if what you did know about vampires were true. Did the prefer to feed directly from the neck or did it even matter? Could they walk in the sunlight, or would they burn right there - you were sure they didn't sparkle like you've seen in Twilight.

Jimin furrows a brow, amused. This was a new one. You were determined to not die, it appears.

"And maybe I...can kill you."

Jimin snarls.

"You can't die!" you protest. "I-It can be a game. I like you and...you can come to like me."

In the centuries that Jimin's lived, no one has ever compromised in such a way.

"Then I wouldn't have to kill anyone else if I can..." you take a deep breath. It was insane to try to make a deal with a vampire on a vengeance. "...kill you. It's not like you'd die."

Jimin licks his lips. You were serious, and he was curious.

"You'd let me have a taste?"

You nod hastily. You're unsure if he would even consider your proposition, but it was worth a try.

Jimin hums, but his lips hover above your neck, nonetheless. "Run." he hisses.

And you do, as fast as you could. You nearly fall a few times but manages. The sky is starting to show some light, but not enough for you to know where you're running, ironically, through the wooded area.

You scream pierce throughout the trees, but it's died down with the sound of the rain. Your back hits a nearby tree and the breath gets knocked out of your chest.

"We did it your way the last time." Jimin's hands are cold against your chin. "We're doing this my way now."

The pain is excruciating for the first couple of seconds, but then you began to feel warm throughout. It was a weird feeling. You felt lighter.

Your hand reaches out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching tightly.

"Please fuck me."

Jimin licks his lips, shivering in pleasure. Your blood was exquisite.

"As much as I would love to..." Jimin leans back, eyes watching yours. You were intoxicated with the venomous fluid that dripped into your blood. "...I would rather not take advantage."

You gulp.

"And as tempting as your offer is..." Jimin wraps both hands around your neck. Maybe he would come to regret his decision to kill you - but he couldn't allow you to consume him. He snaps your neck and watches as your body drops to the ground lifelessly.

Taehyung watches as the elevator lifts him to the top floor. He has yet to get in contact with Jimin and he's grown upset with the older vampire. To barge into his home and punish him for your actions was uncalled for.

The elevator dings as he reaches the top floor where his office was located. As the door opens, Taehyung's eyes widen at the bloody scene before him.

Blood stained the walls as he trails further inside. He notes bodies of his employees, all dead and gutted. The scene would have disgusted his human form, but he was far from human now. The mess would be hell to clean up, but it wasn't impossible.

"Taehyung..."

Taehyung's head snaps to the side. He tilts his head. "Y/N."

You're dripping wet, possibly from the rain outside. Your clothing is torn and your covered in blood, but not your own.

"I-I...I'm so hungry." you cry, eyes wide with confusion.

Taehyung knew you would be.

When Taehyung met you, he was fascinated by your aura. He was even more fascinated to know you were a serial killer. It was fun, as fucked up as it was, to introduce you to his hyung. You were his favorite blood type, and he was curious on what you'd do. Would you kill him like the others or spare him?

Taehyung got his answer when he hadn't received any word from Jimin. He'd came into work and asked about your night with Jimin and your thoughts about him. You claimed to like him and desired in seeing him again - he sensed no lies from you. You did want to see Jimin again, but you lied about not knowing his whereabouts.

Taehyung was no fool knowing that if you did kill Jimin, that he would come back for you in vengeance. You were interesting nonetheless, and he understood that Jimin also took an interest in you. It was a matter of time before Jimin returned so Taehyung did what he needed to do to make sure Jimin thought twice about killing you.

Taehyung had offered you a drink mixed with blood - Jimin's blood. Vampire blood remained in the system for a week. Witnessing you here confused and hungry, that meant that Jimin had killed you recently.

"I know you are." Taehyung pulls his phone out of his pocket.

"I didn't mean to kill them." You're in front of him fast, not yet understanding how to control your sudden speed. "I-I...they tasted so good."

"Ssshh." Taehyung shushed. "Let me call someone to come get you."

"The police?!" you screech.

"Y/N. You're immortal." Taehyung is amused by your reaction. "No human - man or woman - can stop what you are."

You nod your head and sit down at the nearest table. You're unsure what's happened to you. The last thing you remembered was Jimin biting you and then suddenly you were at work feasting on your coworkers.

"Y/N."

How long have you sat there?

Your head snaps up to come face to face with Jimin and he looked pissed.

Jimin was livid when he received a phone call from Taehyung explaining the situation. He never got anywhere to confront his friend faster than he did now.

You were alive - in a way - and sat before his eyes covered in blood.

"Why'd you do this?" Jimin asks Taehyung, eyes on you.

"Didn't you like her?" Taehyung asks. "I know she likes you."

Jimin sighs.

"I knew you'd kill her if she decided to kill you." Taehyung leans against the wall. "This is the most excitement you had in decades, hyung!"

You lean back against your chair and hiss.

"She's hungry." Jimin notes. And you wouldn't be satisfied unless you learned how to feed and become satisfied.

"She's sired to you." Taehyung murmurs. "Don't ask how I got your blood."

Jimin grunts. Of course, Taehyung was always the mischievous type. You were sired to him like Taehyung was. This could only mean that Taehyung had indeed planned this from the start.

Jimin strolls towards you and shakes his head. "I can never get rid of you, can I?" Jimin brings his wrist up to his mouth and bites until it draws blood. "Drink." he orders, and you do hungrily. Jimin encourages you, gently petting your head.

"Well, lovebirds." Taehyung claps his hands in satisfaction. "I'll be calling the cleaners."

Jimin waits until you're satisfied and full. You lick your lips and stare up - almost innocently - at him.

"A-are you going to kill me?"

Jimin could. You were nothing but a lowlife newborn and he could surely snap your neck while you sat here.

But, you were interesting. The most adrenaline he felt in years.

"No." Jimin murmurs. "You're sired to me now. You can't betray me even if you wanted to."

You nod your head. "What happens now?"

Jimin offers you his hand to take. "Let's go home." he says to you when your hand is in his.

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Heartbeat - kth

Summary: The Vampire that lives in the building you work at has become infatuated with the sound of your heartbeat.

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x Female Reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Supernatural AU, Fluff, Smut, One-shot

Warnings: Taehyung is literally obsessed with Y/n, fluffy haired Taehyung, Lots of talk of anxiety, Y/n lives in a bad part of town, Smut: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, Praise kink, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby), Taehyung drink's from Y/n.

Word Count: 5.5K

Note: Thinking about fluffy haired Vampire Taehyung has ruined me and I needed to write a fic ty.

You always stood out to Taehyung. From the day you met – well, the day he walked into his new apartment building, he couldn’t keep you off of his mind.

You worked at the front desk, anxious every time someone walked through the door. He loved listening to your heartbeat as he walked up to the building, and then as he walked in, it always raised dramatically as if someone walking into your place of employment was the most anxiety inducing thing to have ever occurred.

If he was a human, he probably wouldn’t have noticed– you were good at hiding it. You’d look up and smile widely, welcoming him in with the same cheery demeanor you did every day. He smiled as he walked past you and into the elevator that took him up to his apartment. He listened to your heartbeat calm down again as the doors closed behind him.

At first he thought it was him that made you anxious, maybe you could pick up on the fact that he wasn’t like you, or maybe you just found him incredibly attractive, but he always listened for your heartbeat, listening to it from floors above and without fail, every time he heard someone enter or exit the building, your heart would pick up dramatically.

Especially when someone asked you for directions, or if they needed something from you, it would pick up more and you’d stammer over a few of your words adorably. He thought it was cute that you were so anxious; though he hated how much of a strain it had put on your daily life.

This was one of the only jobs you were able to hold down as someone with your level of social anxiety, anything else was practically a death sentence. Anything in the service industry was a nightmare for you but seeing as you had very minimal work experience because of your anxiety, it was basically the only way you could work. Thankfully, you found a large apartment building in a very up-scale part of the city that paid you twenty dollars an hour to sit at the front desk and greet people as they entered.

The most anyone asked of you outside of that was to let them use the spare key as they’d gotten locked out, which meant you had to go up to their apartment with them. This wasn’t something you were particularly fond of, but it was hard to mess up and only involved minimal small talk. Aside from that, you wore the most expensive business casual outfits you were able to find at the goodwill and took the bus an hour and a half to work every morning.

Your social battery was always completely drained by the time you finished out the day and all you could do was go home and watch movies on your sofa until you passed out. Your home was a small studio apartment in a much less upscale neighborhood than the one you worked, but it was cheap, and the door had enough locks to keep you safe.

Then the next morning, you’d make up, take a shower, get dressed and go back to work, repeating this process over and over until Sunday: the one day a week you had off. This morning you decided to let your hair down, something you rarely did as it was easier to just put it up in a bun than it was to style it, but you were feeling good about yourself today.

With your hair neatly styled and ready to go, you made the journey all the way across town and back to the building you worked, relieving the nightshift receptionist of her duties as you sat down in your seat, letting your bag sit on the ground under the desk as you took a deep breath and sipped on your coffee.

Taehyung never asked anything of you; never for a spare key or when the next fire safety inspection would be, or even for your number, no matter how desperately he wanted to. He always waited until Sunday, or would come down after your shift had ended in the evenings if he needed something. He didn’t want to be the one to make you scared, enough people were already scared of him; the idea of him.

Vampires had long since been known to society, but they weren’t accepted. Most people lived in fear of them, of the ones that would stay out at night and kill people in the streets, but for the most part they didn’t do that anymore. Sure, just like humans, sometimes there was a bad egg that wanted to go out and kill people, but also like humans, most of them didn’t want to go rampaging and risk getting caught. Especially not when blood banks give away a portion of all blood donated to keep Vampires from killing people.

This morning, Taehyung was on his way back home from a lively night out. It wasn’t exactly easy for Vampires to get drunk, but after living for a few centuries, you learn how to party, drunk or not. He noticed your heartbeat two blocks down the street and a smile washed over his face, listening to the soothing rhythm that would soon be destroyed. He loved the way your heart sounded when you were calm. It was still faster than most others, sometimes beating irregularly as you would take a deep breath before resuming your normal quick and shallow ones.

You’d hum at your desk when there wasn’t a lot of traffic going in and out of the building, tapping your fingers against your desk as if playing a piano that wasn’t there. He loved the way you sounded, the way you smelled. Listening to you always kept him calm; the pretty anxious receptionist that hummed to keep her mind off the cringy thing she’d said to the last person that walked in. It hadn’t been long since he’d moved into the building, but he didn’t know how he’d go on living anywhere else without your presence.

As he turned to walk into the building, he realized this morning was far different from any others. He could smell your intoxicating scent as it wafted through the door, your chipper smile and “Good Morning” greeting the same as always, clearly unaware at how much you were affecting him. With your hair down, the whole lobby smelled like you, the faint lavender of your shampoo blending beautifully with your natural scent.

“Morning,” He spoke, nodding slightly as he stood at the door a beat longer than he probably should have. You were slightly taken back, as he would normally just smile in response to you and walk back to the elevators, but today he was... off. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the long coat that was open, revealing an expensive looking suit underneath. You looked back down at your desk, not wanting to make him feel awkward, or make it any more apparent how awkward you felt in this moment.

You’d always found the man that came home in the early hours of the morning to be attractive; his expensive suits and watches, never the same one worn twice as his hair always perfectly framed his face, slicked back or fluffy and covering his eyes. He always looked great, but he’d never been one to talk to you, though he always smiled at you as he walked in.

Your heart was racing, faster than usual, probably because of Taehyung’s need to stay standing in the lobby. He only stood there, taking you in for a few seconds, but the tension had grown thick in that time. He sauntered over to your desk, not being able to stop himself from asking for your number. The question came as a shock, as he’d never so much as said hi to you.

You stuttered out an “uhm” before you felt the blush creeping onto your face much more aggressively than usual before you were able to nod slightly. The smile on his face never faltered as he leaned his clasped hands against your desk, looking down at your nervous state. You hastily wrote your number down on a post-it note along with your name and handed it to him, hand shaking lightly as you forced yourself to look him in the eyes again.

He had never been this close to you, never been able smell just how sweet your blood was just underneath your skin. He was getting drunk off of you and you hadn’t even done anything. He took the note from your hand looking over it carefully before he folded it neatly and put it into his pocket.

“Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’ll text you,” He backed slowly away from the desk before he started to make his way back the hall, before he stopped and turned back to look at you. “My name’s Taehyung, by the way.”

That night as soon as you had gotten home from work, Taehyung had messaged you, asking If you’d gotten home safe. While it seemed weird for that to be the first thing someone asks, you weren’t all that off-put by it, brushing it off as he walked down to get the mail and noticed you had been gone.

He was sweet. Everything about him was sweet from the way he spoke to the way he acted when he was around you, it was all sweet, delicate, innocent even. You’d gone on walks in the park, evening strolls around town where he insisted on paying for everything you even looked at, talking on the phone for hours about nothing and everything all at once.

It had been less than a month since he’d asked for your number, only a few weeks and you felt as though your life had completely changed. He had made you feel more at home when you were with him than you’d ever felt in your entire life.

You put on a little black dress accompanied with black heels and soft makeup, your hair flowing down freely – something Taehyung made sure you knew he loved – and set off back down to the city bus, where you’d go back to the building you spent so much time.

Taehyung had invited you over for dinner; a homecooked meal he’d prepared for you for the first time you’d be welcomed into his apartment. You anxiously made your way up to his floor and smoothed out your dress before you finally gained the courage to knock on his door. He opened it almost instantaneously, the sleeves of his white button-down shirt rolled up, his shirt tucked into black slacks, the whole outfit framing him perfectly as his face lit up as his eyes moved down your body, seeing just how much of your beautiful skin was exposed.

“Y/n, please, come in,” He backed up slightly, allowing you to step into his ungodly large apartment, decorated in a simplistic yet materialistic way. He closed the door behind you and took the bag you were holding, hanging it on a rack by the door as you mumbled out a thanks. “You look amazing,” you were snapped back into reality as Taehyung grabbed your hand with one of his, the other running down your waist, stopping just before your hip as he looked at you.

“Thanks...” You mumbled, trailing off awkwardly as you had no idea how to take compliments, and you had let too much time pass that complimenting him now would seem forced; fake even and you didn’t want him to think you were just saying it to maintain social niceties. The blush that overtook your cheeks was enough explanation for him though, as he smiled down at you before leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

He turned away from you and walked back into the kitchen and continued cooking, the meal almost done. You took a few small steps, still trying to take in the sheer size of his apartment, noticing there was even a staircase leading up to what you could only assume to be the bedroom. Soft classical music was playing from a record player in the living room, filling the house with a soft and calming aura.

“You can have a seat, you know. Make yourself at home?” You spun slightly to look at Taehyung, who was smiling at your antics. You shyly smiled and looked down at your feet.

“Everything just looks so expensive, I don’t want to ruin it,” you continue eyeing the place before your gaze falls back to Taehyung, who is now plating the food. His smile never fades as he moves to put the plates down on the table before rushing over to you, taking your hands in his as he pulls you close to him, lifting your chin slightly so you were looking him in the eye, his face inches from yours.

“If you were up for auction, you’d be worth more than anything money could buy,” you blushed again, tilting your head down as he kissed your forehead. “Let’s eat, you must be starving.”

He dragged you back over to his table and pulled out your seat for you, pushing it in as you sat. You sat and talked as you ate, occasionally sipping wine as you flirtatiously joked back and forth Taehyung avoiding his dinner and focusing most of his attention on you; something you’d noticed he’d done every time you ate together, but you decided you didn’t know each other well enough to talk about his eating habits.

You helped him wash up the dishes, much to his distaste as he didn’t think those pretty hands of yours should ever have to do anything even remotely close to work – but you insisted. He put all the dishes away before you both made your way over to sit in the center of his very large sofa. He pulled your legs over his knee, rubbing his hand gently over your leg as he made sure he wasn’t causing your anxiety to spike.

“You’ve worked here for almost 6 months, and you’ve never been in one of the apartments?” You shook you head as you sipped your wine before putting it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“No. I mean, I’ve come up to unlock resident’s doors when they forget their key, And I’ve given a tour or two in the staged apartment on the first floor but that’s it,” You shrugged, bringing one of your hands to rest on his arm.

“I think you’d fit right in around here. You should move into the building,” He smirked lightly as he sipped on his drink, leaning a little further into the couch. You exhaled, a sorry attempt at holding back a laugh as you looked around his apartment again before bringing your eyes back to meet his.

“I don’t know that I could afford to live here,” Taehyung didn’t know exactly where you lived, but he knew it was in a worse off neighborhood. You never let him come over and when he’d insist on giving you a ride home you’d have him drop you off a block away so he wouldn’t see just how bad the building was, though he always waited and listened to make sure you did get home okay.

He brought the hand that was delicately sitting on your leg up to your cheek, touching you more gently than you thought possible as you neared one another. Your scent was driving him crazy, but he swallowed down his animalistic tendencies. Your comfort came way before his desires. His nose brushed yours as he moved his eyes from your lips back up to your eyes, his intense gaze making you try to swallow down your anxiety.

“Then you should move in with me,” You looked down, trying to decipher if he was joking or not.

“Taehyung–” He moved his thumb under your chin, pushing you back up to look at him, now his turn to swallow as his eyes ran over every detail of your face.

“I don’t like the neighborhood you live in,” his forehead was now gently resting on yours as he whispered softly, noticing your heartrate climbing slightly at your proximity. “It’s not safe for you,” your eyes now closed as his hot breath covered your face. All it took for him was the feeling of your warm fingers brushing against the cold skin of his neck from him to attach his cold lips to your warm ones.

The kiss was gentle and soft, followed by a single peck before he connects foreheads again, now both of his hands on either side of your face. “You’d be much safer here, where I can make sure no one hurts you, Y/n,” he kisses you again, a little more desperate than last time, his tongue slipping in and exploring your mouth, determined to taste every part of you.

You fully wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved one of his hands down to your waist, pulling you into him, furthering your legs onto his lap until you were practically on top of him, chests pressed together as the kiss intensified. You let a small moan escape your lips and he swallowed it, that sound more intoxicating than any alcohol he’d ever drunk, any drug he’d ever taken.

He bit your lip, an innocent move he’d executed many times before flawlessly on others; but with you, he bit too hard, and you flinched back.

“Shit, I'm sorry, are you okay?” He questions as he grabs your chin, looking at your bleeding lip. You move your hand down so he can look at it better, your eyes watching his as they glint with a sort of hunger. Maybe it was just the angle you were at, but they almost looked red for a second as he swiped his thumb over your injury. He swallowed thickly as he looked down at the blood on his finger, the sweet smell permeating his nostrils as he kept himself from liking it off of his thumb.

But he knew you were already scared. You had already been suspicious of him as your heartrate was thumping loudly and heavily, bouncing off every surface in his home and hitting him from every direction. He squeezed his eyes shut as he wiped his thumb on his slacks before looking back at you, his eyes concerned as they scanned over you.

Your expression shifted, face relaxing as you looked down slightly, sucking on your lip you smiled lightly. “You’re a vampire?” You moved your gaze back up to meet his. His eyes searched yours for any hint of what you’re feeling. He sighed, blinking lightly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t want to scare you–”

“You don’t scare me, Taehyung,” You shook your head as you interrupted him, his face turning skeptical as soon as you spoke.

“You know I can hear how anxious you are right now, right?” he asked, the comment making your heartbeat rise slightly as you realized how embarrassing it was that he could hear your anxiety.

“Then you also can hear how anxious I am around everyone else,” You spoke calmly, your voice and demeanor not at all matching the loud thumping filling the room, but he had always known how good you were at hiding it. “And you know I'm not near as anxious when I’m with you,” you moved your hands slowly up his chest again, causing him to shiver as your fingers met his bare skin, your face nearing his again.

“Do you trust me?” He gulps, his eyes searching yours as you lean further into him, nodding lightly. As soon as you did, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you back into his lap, this time straddling him as he used his other hand to bring your head down so your lips could meet again, his tongue brushing over your bloody lip.

He groaned, thrusting his hips into yours, one of his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you right where he wanted you, the other holding your cheek softly, his thumb caressing your skin to reassure you. You moaned into his mouth as he ground up again, the skirt of your dress riding up so the only fabric between you and Taehyung's clothed cock was your thin lacy thong already drenched in your arousal that he could no doubt smell.

“I could listen to that sound forever,” he barely breaks away from the kiss as he moved his hips again intentionally grinding into your clit causing another moan out, much louder than the previous. He pulled you back to his lips and you could feel him smirk against you.

You moved your hands down from his neck, reaching the buttons on his shirt as you hastily unbuttoned them, moving your fingers down his toned torso. As you finished unbuttoning it and pulling out of his slacks, he sits up slightly, removing the shirt from his arms one by one, making sure to keep one of his hands on you at all times. As his shirt fell behind him onto the couch, he moved your hands to wrap around his neck again before he moved his hands to grip either of your thighs before he stood, your legs wrapping around his waist.

He slowly walked you up the stairs and kicked open the door to his bedroom, not letting hips lips leave yours. He adjusted one of his hands to allow him to hold you steady with just the one, as the other reached up and unzipped your dress right before he gently put you down on the bed. His lips disconnected from yours as he pulled the dress up over your head.

He stopped himself from immediately pushing himself against you again, drinking you in in all your beauty. He leans against the bed, one hand on either side of you as he kisses you again, sensing your anxiousness to his eyes all over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers between fluttered kisses on your skin, moving down your jaw and neck, stopping to suck on the spot right above your collarbone. You moved your hands down and began unbuckling his belt, your hand brushing against his hard cock as you moved, causing him to groan and stand back up straight, removing his belt before he unbuttoned his pants. “Scoot back,” you obliged without hesitation, his voice low and demanding.

He smirked at the sight of you, in nothing but your matching black bra and thong as you rested against the pillows on the center of his bed, watching him take his clothes off. He climbed back onto you, his boxer briefs still restraining him as he made his way between your legs, kissing you gently as his hips ground down into yours.

“I don’t even have to touch you to know how wet you are,” he bucks his hips quickly, causing you to whimper as he unhooks your bra, pulling it off you hastily. “I really get you that worked up princess?” You moaned as he kissed down your neck, hands on your breasts, pinching your nipples and twisting them between his fingers. You nodded your head hastily as your fingers tangled in his soft hair.

You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was the fact that a Vampire was sucking on your neck, or the fact he was handling you so delicately, but you wanted him to claim you. You wanted him to own you like no one else ever had.

“Bite me...” You moan out, causing Taehyung to chuckle deeply against your skin as he moves one of his hands down to your hip.

“Not yet, Princess,” he brought his lips up to yours and kissed them deeply, still smiling as his body lay flush against yours. “I want to savor you for as long as I can,” as his lips meet yours again, the hand on your hip hooks under your panties, wasting no time to run his middle finger down you, brushing against your clit before the tip of his finger teases your entrance. You arch your back against him, whining into his mouth desperately.

“Fuck,” he grunts against your lips as he rubs into your clit. “Can I please taste you baby? Would you like that?” You rutted your hips against his hand as you moaned out, his fingers knowing exactly how to move against you, you couldn’t imagine what his tongue could do.

“Fuck, please,” you whined, voice so quiet you’re surprised that he hears you when he immediately dives down, removing his hand from your core and pulling your underwear down your legs. As soon as your underwear was thrown to the ground, his face was between your legs, kissing up your inner thigh as his hands wrap tightly around your legs, holding them tightly as he breathes you in.

You impatiently wiggle your hips in his face and he chuckles again before licking from your entrance up to your clit, flicking his tongue up when it met your clit. You bit your lip as you tried to hold back a moan, bucking your hips as he suctioned onto your clit. You moved one hand to tangle into his hair and the other up to your mouth as he slid one of his fingers into your wet core.

“Fuck, Tae–” You moaned out his name as you arched you back, his mouth going back and forth between sucking your clit and his tongue circling you as he added another finger, curving them up to hit your g-spot perfectly. You clenched around his fingers and gripped into his hair tightly, already feeling your climax start to build up.

“You wanna cum already, princess?” He asked before he dove back down into you, humming as he licked you slowly, the vibrations causing you to moan. “I’ve never tasted pussy as good as yours, baby,” He harshly sucked onto your clit as his fingers started scissoring into you, getting you ready for his large size. “Could stay down here forever,” With a few circles of his tongue and a few more thrusts of his fingers, you were coming undone, your walls pulsing around his long fingers as they continued to move in and out, helping you ride out your high.

Once he felt your orgasm finish, he pulled his fingers out and sucked your juices up off them before coming back up to meet you. His face was centimeters from yours as he watched yours intently. Watching your unsteady deep breaths leave your soft lips as your eyes were clenched shut. Your arms had found his biceps, touching him helping ground you after what had been probably the most earth-shattering orgasm you’d ever experienced; and he wasn’t anywhere near done with you yet.

As you open your eyes you see him looking down at you, his eyes blown out with lust as he stares down at you hungrily. Only when your breathing returns to normal does he kiss you again, his movements slow and intentional. You taste yourself on him and suddenly feel so needy, as if he didn’t just make you cum. “Tae...” You whined against his lips, his hips reacting to your words before he could as he ground his hips to yours.

“What is it baby? What do you want?” He pulled away enough to look you in the eye as you ran you hand down his chest and looped your pointer finger under the hem of his underwear.

“Want you, Tae,” you whispered as your hand moved further down, wrapping around his length, pumping him a few times as he thrust into your hand, his eyes squeezing shut as he did, a grunt escaping his lips. He pulls your hand out of his underwear and pins it above your head as he kisses you passionately.

He quickly discards his underwear before going back to where he was between your legs, the tip of his cock sliding between your wet folds, coating his dick in your sticky arousal as you both moaned. You wrapped yourself around his torso, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping onto his shoulder to try to prepare yourself. “You sure you want this, baby? We can stop right now if you don’t want to,” he was trying as hard as he could to keep his voice steady and calm, but if he was being honest it would take everything in him to stop himself from slamming into you.

You wiggled your hips against him, his tip rubbing against your clit in a delicious way as his hand guides him to repeat the action. “Please, fuck me Taehyung,” You moaned into his ear, and he obliged. He slid is cock through your folds before he lined himself up at your entrance and pushed himself into you slowly. His big size slid inside you with ease, your slick coating both of you sufficiently enough to not cause any discomfort as you both let out a groan in relief to finally be connected.

His hips stilled inside of you as he moved his hand to grip your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist, and the other followed obediently as his forehead met yours, eyes searching each other's as he pulled back out of you slowly. With a smirk on his face, he snapped his hips back into yours without warning as your moans filled the room, fingernails digging into his back as he continued fucking into you hard but slowly, unable to get enough of the sweet noises that escape your lips when he does.

“You feel so good baby, fuck, so fucking tight around me,” He sloppily pressed his lips to yours, lips wet and messy against you. His praise does wonders as the squelching sounds fill the room as he picks up his pace, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place under him, filling you up perfectly. “You’re a fucking sin, fuck,” he speaks his dirty words straight into you as he moves one of his hands between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit.

You moaned into him, your back arching up as you lifted your leg even higher, giving him a better angle to hit your g-spot perfectly. “Oh, fuck, Tae,” your fingernails scratched down his back as he kissed down your neck, sucking on the same spot he had been earlier.

“You’re so good baby, you gonna cum again?” his free hand moves up to play with your breast as you nod feverishly, gripping onto his bicep.

“Fuck, yes Tae, so good....” You were a moaning mess, not even fully aware of your words as you’d never felt so good in your life. He began pinching your clit between his fingers as he moved at a ruthless pace. You were practically screaming as he made you cum for the second time, your fingernails pressed so hard into his arm you were sure you pierced skin.

He moved his hand away from your clit and moved both hands back to your hips, steadily pistoning himself in and out of you at a slower pace as he bit down into your neck, blood spurting out into his mouth as he suctioned his lips around the punctures, sucking in the sweet liquid as you felt heat spread throughout your body, most intensely in your neck.

He only needed to thrust a few more times before spilling into you, the taste of your blood pushing him over the edge. Your body begins to go limp under him as your exhaustion kicks in from the post-orgasm bliss. Taehyung’s hand moved up to cup the cheek on the opposite side from where he was drinking, rubbing his thumb back and forth to comfort you, the other gently rubbing your thigh as he paced himself; drinking slowly to make sure you didn’t lose too much too fast.

He moved his tongue, licking over the broken skin on your neck as your fingers moved up and down his side, counting his ribs to try to keep your brain awake. You’d never even come across a vampire that you were aware of, let alone had one drink directly from you, so you really didn’t know if you were supposed to feel this tired.

As the blood stops and your neck starts to slowly heal over, Taehyung leaves a gentle kiss over the irritated skin, then moves up your neck, leaving soft kisses everywhere until he made it back up to your lips. He smiled against your lips as you made an attempt to kiss him back, using most of your energy to do so.

“It’s okay, Y/n, you can go to sleep. You’ll be okay, I promise,” You nodded softly, not opening your eyes to see him down at you lovingly, forever grateful to have moved into this building.

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