ETERNAL LOVE

- in which you are the daughter of the vampire king and find yourself falling in love with a charming human boy named jungkook; requested by CheymaKahouach3

"So, where did my father put your room again?" You inquire, trying to make light conversation with Jungkook, glancing over at him hungrily. The side parting in his black hair has the front wisps shaping his face like an exquisite frame, his demeanour almost lazy as he walks beside you, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your knuckles.

And although his little habit hasn't changed since his arrival at the palace a few weeks ago, it still sends a swarm of butterflies into your stomach.

"In one of the suites near your room. Apparently, it's the best in the palace." He answers cockily, bumping his shoulder against yours as you chuckle, hand fluttering to cover your mouth.

"Seriously?" You snort. "He must really be starting to like you."

"I said I was charming, didn't I?" He responds, humour glistening in his words as his lips stretch into a smile, the action showing off his fangs. You roll your eyes playfully while subtlety tucking yourself into his side.

"That you did," you add in defeat, his adorable aura causing you to trust and believe everything that he says. He smirks in satisfaction, lowering his head to press his lips to the top of yours, the familiar scent of your vanilla and orchid shampoo making him sigh in contentment.

You pause walking down the hallway, gripping onto his hand tightly as you inhale sharply, your free hand reaching up to massage your temples. Jungkook rubs at your back, his brows knitting together in clear concern.

"Heatwave?" He questions shortly after you return to walking, his hold on you tighter to prevent you from falling should another hot flush come over you. Wordlessly, you nod, cursing out the unfortunate heatwave that has decided to settle itself on top of Valek, the sticky heat sending every vampire into a state of dizziness, their powers and senses beginning to act up.

Both you and Jungkook are no exception to this, the two of you feeling the effects at random times throughout the day.

"It's the same everywhere," he sighs. "I was up by the coffee shop yesterday and the vamps undercover there were suffering too. Apparently, there's also been a rise in attacks on humans down there."

"I'm not surprised," you add forlornly. "The heat makes us constantly thirsty and not just for blood."

His eyebrow cocks at the last part of your sentence, lips starting to turn up at the sides but he manages to hinder the process, tugging you gently towards the left when you begin to stray off path. "Frustrating, huh?"

"Understatement of the millennia," you chuckle humourlessly, shaking your head in helplessness. "It needs to start letting up soon, whatever it is."

*

Four hours and you haven't moved from your spread eagle position on his bed.

Jungkook sighs as he walks back into the room, in a state of disbelief over the fact that you literally have not moved since he left a while ago to run some errands. Gently, he lowers himself beside you, kissing your cheek as you sigh at the feel of his cold hands against your skin.

"Sheyma," his voice is soft, a soothing blanket wrapping your fouling mood. You roll your head to face him, voicelessly giving him your full attention. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, trailing his fingers down your cheekbone alluringly. "You need to eat, princess."

"I'm well aware," you mumble, eyes falling shut as he begins to run his fingers through your hair, the slow and almost melodic movements pushing you into a momentary state of calm.

"I'm being serious," he scolds. "Your eyes are bloodshot and your ear is bleeding."

Great.

You lift your sleeve up to mop up the thin trail of blood seeping from your ear, lazily letting your arm fall back down to your side, the action draining you of what little energy you had left. The two of you absorb yourselves into silence, his soft breathing and gentle movements enough to make you sleepy despite vampires requiring a few hours of sleep a day.

"This is me offering myself to you," he whispers, your eyes immediately flicking open to meet his dark ones, the usually innocent looking orbs filled with something more seductive—the look tempting and teasing your already riled up body. "I mean, we both really don't have any other options."

His words are strong, too strong to be from concern. He holds up his wrist to affirm his words, looking at you expectantly. You knew from the minute he walked in that it would come down to this—the stage of hunger that you're at making it impossible to deny his offer.

You sit yourself up, muscles protesting with every ministration you make. He smirks at you, willingly holding his wrist out towards you, simply waiting for you to take a bite. And yet, you hesitate.

"Are you—"

"Just shut up, will you?" He whines, practically thrusting his wrist into your face, the urgency in his actions highlighting his true concern for your current health. Nodding in defeat, you wrap your fingers delicately around his wrist and lift it up towards your lips.

The second your fangs pierce the perfect skin of his wrist and the sweet nectar that stains your lips a pretty red hits the back of your throat, you feel your body scream to life, the essence invigorating every cell, stimulating every nerve ending. He tastes as good as he did when you last had to suck his blood, something you had not wanted.

You'd be sure to crave him like a bitch now.

Your mouth tightens ever so slightly as you clamp down harder, your ears absorbing the breathy exhaled moan at Jungkook's throat, the sound making you snap. Within a second, your awkward position at his side ends, your thighs now around his hips, your back arching into his chest, his wrist held to the wall just left of his head with your mouth still firmly attached, his body propped up against the headboard of his bed.

His free hand hesitates, unsure of where to hold, eventually resting unsteadily on your hip. The air surrounding the two of you becomes thick, warm—almost like a lust filled fog. You slowly began to circle your hips, suddenly stopping at the realisation of what you were about to do.

Scrambling back, you wipe your lips in shame, watching as he quickly laps up the rest of his blood and pulls you back to him, eyes still holding the same intensity that it did before.

"Don't be sorry," he mumbles, nipping at your earlobe as you sigh. His kisses trail down your neck before stopping at your collarbone, teeth teasingly pulling at the skin, his need growing when he hears you hiss.

All he does is pull away breathlessly, desperately wild eyes latching onto yours.

Hands scramble at clothes with ferocious intensity as your back crashes into the wall that Jungkook was previously resting against, your hand flicking to shut and lock the door of his bedroom, finally giving the two of you privacy. You both steal laboured breaths in between hot, desperate kisses, fangs erecting at both your gums, uncontrollable with arousal. The needy hand of Jungkook kneading at the skin on the side of your thighs leaves you breathless, his shirt undone and hanging off his shoulders, giving your hands a playground at his toned chest and stomach as your fingers leave crescent shaped marks down his back.

You growl, flipping him over without breaking the contact with his lips, your hands busying themselves with undoing his pants, the material pooling to his ankles as he does the rest of the work for you and kicks them to the floor. He expertly begins to slip your loose dress off your body, the feel of it bunching up around your waist sending goosebumps down your arms.

"Fuck, you feel so good," you moan, sinking down onto him as you kick free of your dress, it falling beside his pants. A breathy grunt of shock leaves his lips as you grip his hands and place them above his head, almost chuckling at how desperate his actions are.

He soon realises that there's no use in trying to over power you, inhaling sharply as you pull his bottom lip in between your teeth, his eyes drinking in the sight of you towering over him. His hips begin bucking into yours, a gasp falling from your mouth prettily. Your hands release his and press his chest to halt his movements.

"Did I say you could move?" You say with a stern voice, watching as his almost purple doe eyes leak with remorse, both orbs also brimming with excitement. He meekly shakes his head, his strong gaze faltering ever so slightly. "Good. You can't move until I've decided what to do with you."

Heck, you're only stalling to try and stop your craving for his blood, the temptation to just drink up all that he has strong.

"What do you want?" You ask curiously, trailing a finger down his chest.

"I just want to please you," He whines, his hands laying compliantly where they'd fallen, his voice low and suggestive, sending shiver after shiver down your spine.

"Oh, I have no doubt that you will. What would absolutely please me is if you fuck me from behind against the window," you whisper, lowering your head so that your lips hover over his ear. "I want you to see me cum all around you in the reflection while overlooking the city lights that are as pretty as you. Can you do that for me?"

He audibly gasps, his cock twitching in his briefs as your fingers curl around his shoulders.

"Yes," he breathes, eyes rolling back slightly.

"Good," you hum, "but I want to play with you first."

"How does edging you with a cock ring and riding your thighs until you beg me to stop sound?" You ask as if he has a choice, his sharp intake of breath answering your question before he has the chance to verbally respond.

"Wait here, baby," you croon, securing his wrists above his head with a tie he had left laying on the floor when he entered the room, leaving him to squirm for a few seconds.

You quickly slip your dress back on and jog to your room, grabbing all that you need and shoving it into your bag, sprinting all the way back over to his room. His eyes snap to you the minute you enter, the pang of frustration in his expression clear.

Just what I wanted.

You gingerly pull at the zip on your dress, the soft material falling to the floor to reveal the lingerie you had changed into like a piece of priceless artwork.

"You're a goddess," he murmurs, eyes raking over your appearance hungrily.

"That's a new one," you smile approvingly, stalking over to the bed. He suddenly feels alert, his eyes widening as you near.

"Sit up," you order, watching in satisfaction as he follows without hesitation, eagerly waiting your next move. Ring in hand, you straddle his thighs again, hooking his tied arms over your neck. His breathing highly anticipates your next move as the warmth of it ghosts over your skin.

"Let's put this on," you suggest, warm foreheads resting against each other as your gaze lowers to focus on securing the ring. "How does it feel?"

"Good," He exhales, hissing as you tease his cock through your arousal, grunting as you shove him back once more.

"I've changed my mind. I want to feel that tongue of yours. Think you can make me cum from that?" You tease, pressing the pad of your thumb against his erect nipple. "Only then are you able to have me against the window."

"I promise, I'll be good," he moans, eyes fluttering as you begin to rub a slow circle on his nipple, your other hand tweaking and teasing the other.

Of course, you weren't going to make it easy for him.

His tongue deviates from his steady rhythm when your hands venture around him and start teasing his cock, your thighs pillars of support around his head. His mouth intermittently vibrates at your clit as his moans begin to get stuck in his throat, the flat licks up and down remaining somewhat steady.

Throughout this process, he had somehow managed to break free of his bonds, his hands now tightly gripping your thighs, his fingers digging in further the more you work him. Your initial heavy breaths had quickly converted into audible moans that only seemed to fuel Jungkook's pace and determination.

He taps your leg twice, as you had ordered him to if he felt himself getting close. You whine as you pull away from his face, leaving his lips in a pout, glistening with his work. He rests up on his arms, waiting for a explanation, your legs either side of his waist.

"You didn't let me do what you wanted," he pants in protest, the rest of his complaints dying when you guide his hand to your aching core, gasping when his fingers begin to work independently.

"I wanted to feel your lips," you confess, arching your back into him, kissing him with desperate necessity.

"Fuck," you cry as he thrusts his fingers inside you without warning, accidentally biting too hard on his lip, breaking skin and drawing blood. Naturally, you flatten your tongue against his wound, sucking at it slowly. Stopping, you pull away, offering him a million apologies with the look in your eyes.

Wordlessly, he tilts his neck, exposing the healing bite mark to you, your heart choking in your chest at the opportunity he is giving you. There is no hesitation in your actions as place a wet kiss on the brand, allowing your fangs to lightly graze over the spot before finally sinking your fangs in.

The blood rushes down your throat, adding gallons of petrol to the fire already raging at the bottom of your stomach. You ground your hips harder onto his fingers, the small gasp he exhales  causing you to clench around his fingers as the blood induced climax sends your body into a wave of convulsions, your tongue sweeping up the remains of your mess.

"F-fuck, can you take the ring off?" He whines, the pressure driving him insane.

"Ask again and I will," you pant, still sucking in mouthfuls of air as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you.

"Please! I want it off so I can fuck you against the window until you cum around my cock, please."

You give in the minute your brain registers the desperation in his voice, pulling him off the bed to follow you to the window, your back thudding against it, the heat in between the two of you is enough to warm even your cool skin.

"I'll give you anything if you ask like that," you hum lowly, unclipping the ring with a smile as he sighs in relief. He quickly grabs you by the waist and turns you around, your breasts noticing the cool of the glass as he presses you against it. The warm sea of lights belonging to the nocturnal city beneath you twinkles and cars drive by, going on with their journey. Jungkook sweeps your hair over your shoulder with delicate fingers, his teeth nipping at your neck as you allow your neck to roll back and rest on his shoulder.

"Can I have this?" He breathes, hand trailing down to your front and cupping in between your legs.

"Hmmm," you confirm, squirming underneath his touch.

Jungkook's hand grips at your hips, pulling them back into him. Your hands begin to gather moisture where they support you on the glass. Your head drops back with a moan funnelling out through your lips as he pushes into you.

One hand flies back, gripping at his sides as his pace wastes no time in being relentless. Your eyes briefly hold each other's in the reflection, in a heated gaze before pleasure drags your eyes closed again.

"Tell me your close," he grunts, his hands tangling themselves in your hair with a gentle pull. You manage a nod, your back arching into him as your legs use all the power they have to keep you upright, your muscles beginning to shake.

You spiral head first into your undoing, your fingers curling into nothing but your palms against the glass as you still, your muscles clenching around him with each pulse of your climax. Jungkook chokes on a grunt as your walls drag him to his own release, the hot seed spilling into you. His grip tightens onto you before he completely lets go, leaning exhaustedly into your back.

"If you think I'm done, you're dead wrong," you warn, the pair of you struggling to get your breath back.

"You're kidding?" he pants, disbelief coating his tone. You shake your head, fanning your face to remind him of the raging heatwave messing with your system. Smirking devilishly, he captures your lips in a kiss, pressing you up against a near wall, tapping your thighs to signal you to jump, his strong hold securing your thighs around his chest, his lips abandoning yours so that his tongue can lick a stripe down your chest.

"How about I take charge for this round?"