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“Please,” Jungkook begs, spine bowing and hands clawing at the sheets. “Please.”
A whine bubbles past his lips as he shifts on the bed, electric jolts racing up his spine. He can feel the sweat gathering at his temples, the small of his back. Another spark of fire erupts in his core and Jungkook wants to scream, lips parting and tongue lolling from his mouth, letting drool spill down his chin.
At this point he’s almost not sure if it’s still pleasure, so oversensitive that he’s riding the thinnest line, a breath away from tumbling over the edge and dropping into the abyss.
“Please,” he whines again, unable to stop himself from writhing on the bed.
The only response is the ding of his computer speakers, the telltale sound of tips pouring in. A steady stream, one after another after another, not letting up. Forcing his eyes open, Jungkook blinks, trying to see the comments through his blurry vision. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, hot and stinging and frustrated.
Another wave of pleasure rolls through him and Jungkook slams his eyes closed again, tears squeezing out to slip down his flushed cheeks. His chest heaves and Jungkook fights to speak, tongue clumsy in his mouth. “Fuck,” he groans, “please. I wanna - wanna -” he cuts off on another moan, eyes rolling back in his head as the prostate massager inside of him shifts with his movements.
It feels like it’s been years, an eternity. Jungkook has been edging himself for what feels like hours at this point, the vibrating ring on his cock and massager inside of him sending hot tendrils of pleasure coursing through his body. His cock throbs and leaks against his belly and he’s sweaty and desperate at this point. And he’s so thirsty.
His fangs practically ache at this point, gums throbbing and tongue tracing over the sharp points as he tries to breathe through another wave of searing pleasure-pain. Every time he thrashes, head turning and eyes opening, he can see the blood pack on his pillow. So close, so tantalizingly close. But he can’t have it, and he can’t come. Not until the viewers say so.
“I can’t hold it any longer,” he cries, teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard, almost too hard.
Forcing his eyes open, Jungkook blinks at the comments, teary eyes making it difficult to see them. The total of the tips on his screen is fantastic, astronomical, almost enough to push him over the edge alone.
But the comments catch his eye and he scans them quickly, trying to hold on as he reads the messages. Good boy, so good, so pretty, so perfect. All of them make him want to preen and whine and beg. And finally, finally, what he’s been waiting for. Comments telling him he’s been so good, comments telling him to let go.
With a gasp, Jungkook unknots his fingers from the sheets, half-numb and clumsy as they grab the ring around his cock and tugging it off. He hisses as it pulls it free, releasing the pressure on his cock, angry red and sticky wet. A sob rips from his throat as his release crashes over him, throwing his head back against his pillow as static fills his mind.
And as it crests, Jungkook arches his neck, turning his head. Not even bothering to free the little straw attached to the outside, Jungkook sinks his fangs into the blood pack. The plastic membrane gives easily, the points of his fangs slicing through and the rich tang of blood fills his mouth. He moans, euphoria bursting through him, at the twin sensations of relief.
---
The shower after one of his live streams is something Jungkook always looks forward to. After spending some time writhing on his bed, getting sweaty and sticky and messy, it’s nice to lean against the wall and let the water pour over him. It’s warm and comfortable and he can feel sweat and cum sluicing away, washing down the drain and leaving him clean.
He feels sated for the most part. A good orgasm after edging himself for that long is always welcome. But there’s still a slight burn in his belly, a wiggling, teasing, unsatisfied ache. After working himself up so much, it’s easy to see why he still feels this one. One single blood bag after all of that wasn’t entirely enough.
Still left unsatisfied, he’ll probably need to have another before he does anything else. But he knows even that won’t be enough. One or two, maybe even three more and it will still leave the same unsatisfied feeling, even if it’s diminished. At this point, Jungkook knows it’s not just the quantity.
Sighing, Jungkook leans his forehead against the wall, letting his eyes slip closed. The blood bags are something, but they’re not enough. Synthetic, manufactured blood. It’s what he figured vegan cheese is like, or protein powder that humans mix with water. Sure, it gets the job done, but it’s not like the real thing. Even the taste isn’t quite right.
But Jungkook can hardly even remember the last time he had the real thing. It’s not like a couple hundred years ago when vampires were hunting people down in the dead of night, stalking people through alleyways. Now it’s all controlled and legal, civilized and weird.
Sure, Jungkook could go out to a bar, one even specifically designed for his needs. He could find a willing donor and have some of the real thing again. But it feels weird. Despite Jungkook’s online activities as a camboy, he’s shy and introverted. The idea of having to go out and find someone, and of having to feed on a stranger… it doesn’t sound very appealing. Even with the promise of fresh, real blood.
A telltale rumbling in his stomach has Jungkook sighing again. Straightening up, he quickly finishes washing his hair and turns off the shower. By the time he steps out, running a towel over himself, the roiling in his belly is enough that he knows he’ll need at least two more packs.
---
The door closes with a soft click and Jungkook pauses to jiggle the knob, making sure it’s latched. When he turns, reaching for his hood to tug it over his head, he stops short at the sight of someone beside him.
“Hello, Jungkook.”
Jungkook blinks, frozen for a moment as he takes in his neighbor standing at his own apartment door. Yoongi is in a hoodie and jeans, carrying a shopping bag and smiling at Jungkook so sweetly that he wants to melt.
“Um,” Jungkook begins, mentally kicking himself for getting flustered from a smile. “Hi Yoongi hyung.”
Yoongi doesn’t seem deterred by Jungkook’s obvious nervousness. He just smiles wider, turning to face him fully, seemingly intent on talking instead of going inside his apartment. “How have you been?”
“Good,” Jungkook blurts. “How about you?”
“Good, thanks,” Yoongi says. He holds up the bag in his hand. “I was just out getting some snacks. What are you up to?”
This isn’t the first time Jungkook has talked to his neighbor. Heck, he’s hung out at Yoongi and his roommate Namjoon’s apartment a few times now. But he still can’t get over the butterflies in his belly when he talks to either of them. At this point, they probably think he’s a little bit of an awkward idiot, but they’re always so nice.
“I was just running out to the store,” Jungkook explains, gesturing to his boots and hoodie as if to say, see, going outside. “I was going to get some -” Jungkook cuts off as Yoongi’s apartment door is yanked open and the two of them startle.
“Hyung!” Namjoon says, sticking his head out of the apartment. “Why are you outside - oh! Jungkook!” He turns his head, following Yoongi’s line of vision, and smiles as soon as he sees they're not alone.
Jungkook is pretty sure he almost whimpers when all 181 centimeters of Namjoon, broad and muscular and wearing a tank top, steps into the hallway. God, why do his neighbors have to be so hot?
“What are you up to, Kook?” Namjoon asks, leaning on the doorframe.
“Just going to the store,” Jungkook says weakly, trying not to stare at Namjoon’s bare arms or Yoongi’s pretty pouty lips as he looks between them. “I was going to get some, uh, food and then come back and play video games.”
In reality, Jungkook is the predator here. He’s a vampire with heightened strength and speed and various other tricks. And yet… standing here with two gorgeous men staring at him with interest makes Jungkook feel like cornered prey.
And maybe he doesn’t hate that.
Namjoon glances at Yoongi and they seem to share a quick, silent conversation, before they both turn back to him, still smiling. “We still have some snacks from the last time you were over, do you want to come hang out?”
“Oh,” Jungkook breathes, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “I don’t want to be a bother…”
“You could never be a bother,” Yoongi says kindly. “Come on, we have video games too, you know.”
Hesitating, Jungkook glances between them. He could say no, go on with his plan for a night alone, but… his neighbors are really nice. A couple guys in their mid twenties, roommates and friends, maybe dating. Jungkook hasn’t figured that out yet. They’re always so sweet to him, and they always seem to have snacks he can eat.
The fact that they’re both drop dead gorgeous doesn’t help. And it’s probably the reason he finds himself nodding and agreeing to their invitation.
---
“Jungkook-ah, don’t let him win,” Yoongi says from his seat in the armchair. “He’s a dirty cheater.”
Namjoon shorts, nudging Jungkook with his elbow. “Hyung is just upset because he’s not good at video games,” he stage whispers. “Every time he loses he says I rigged the game.”
“Because you do,” Yoongi says imperiously, frowning at the pair of them from over the frames of his glasses as they giggle together. “Kook-ah, finish your snack first, if you get that goop on my couch it will never come out.”
Jungkook nods, taking the spoon out of the synthetic blood cup in his hand. “Yes hyung,” he responds, scooping up some of the red gelatinous mixture and popping it in his mouth. It’s different from the blood packs, almost like some kind of jell-o pack. The taste is the same, even if the texture isn’t. Swallowing, he glances at Yoongi again. “You’re sure you don’t want to play, hyung?”
“Not tonight,” Yoongi says, settling deeper into the chair. “I’ve had a long day.”
“Let hyung be a grandpa, Jungkookie,” Namjoon laughs. “He’ll cheer you on instead.”
Yoongi huffs but doesn’t argue with Namjoon’s assessment. He does look a little like a grandpa. With his glasses on his nose and a blanket over his legs, knitting needles and a skein of yarn in his lap. But Jungkook thinks it’s cute, loves watching the way Yoongi’s brow furrows and his lips purse as he turns the yarn into a scarf or dish towel or any number of objects.
Something to do with my hands, Yoongi had explained once. After a long day, Yoongi often finds himself feeling a little anxious, needing something to do to relax his brain and keep his hands busy. Jungkook understands, he’s always been fidgety too.
“Alright,” Jungkook says when he licks the last of the blood off the spoon. “Ready to play?”
Namjoon hands Jungkook a controller and navigates to the game menu. “Absolutely,” he says. “I’m glad you wanted to hang out, it’s nice to have someone to game with.”
It is nice, Jungkook can agree with that. He spends a lot of his time alone, shy and wary of strangers. While being a vampire isn’t necessarily even shocking these days, there are still some people who find him creepy or don’t want to interact with him. Sometimes it’s easier to stay home and read webtoons.
Or hang out with his neighbors…
He finds himself relaxing easily, falling into the game and into quiet conversation with the two of them. It doesn’t feel as hard to talk and come out of his shell a little when they’re so encouraging and patient. Jungkook ends up staying for hours, eating two more snacks and playing video games as they chat.
“Do you want anything else, Jungkook?” Yoongi asks as another game finishes, Jungkook soundly beating a grumbling Namjoon.
“No thanks, hyung.” He pauses, glancing at the clock on the wall over Yoongi’s head. “Oh, I didn’t realize I’ve been here so long.” Jungkook moves to stand. “I’m sorry for staying so late, you must have things to do.”
“You’re fine!” Namjoon insists at the same time Yoongi says “Nonsense.”
For as much as they protest, Jungkook is definitely worried about overstaying his welcome. He doesn’t want his nice, handsome neighbors to get sick of him. It would be great to be invited over again… They’re always so fun and their apartment smells so nice. Like well-loved books and tangy citrus, warm and homey and so comfortable.
“I’ll come over again soon,” he promises, straightening his sweatshirt. “If that’s okay?”
They both stand, Yoongi setting his project down carefully. “You’re always welcome,” Yoongi says kindly as they walk him to the door. “You can always knock.”
“Anytime,” Namjoon confirms, giving Jungkook a bright, dimpled smile.
The urge to swoon is nearly overpowering.
“Okay,” he says, stepping through the door and turning to give them both a smile.
There’s a moment of hesitation and then Yoongi is leaning forward. Jungkook freezes, shocked, as a pair of arms wrap around him, Yoongi tugging him gently but firmly against his chest in a warm hug. The scent of citrus he’s become familiar with floods his senses and Jungkook can’t help but breathe him in. When Yoongi doesn’t pull away, Jungkook slowly lifts his own arms, shyly returning the hug.
Privately, Jungkook isn’t really sure when the last time he was hugged was. For as much sex as he has, it’s always with himself. And for a live audience. There’s a big difference and maybe he’s a little touch starved.
Yoongi gives him a final squeeze before pulling back slowly. For a moment, Jungkook thinks about holding on, not letting him get away. He could, if he wanted to, use the supernatural strength he never takes advantage of to keep hugging his pretty neighbor, but - that would definitely be crossing a line. Jungkook lets go, stepping back when Yoongi does, hoping his cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.
He doesn’t have time to react before Namjoon is stepping forward as well, wrapping Jungkook in a hug of his own. He’s larger, broader and bigger, making Jungkook feel small as he envelopes him in his arms. Namjoon smells like books and a rich spice that makes Jungkook want to nuzzle his face into his hyung’s neck. Not even necessarily to bite, though he wouldn’t be opposed, but just to surround himself with that smell. With both of his neighbor’s smells.
When that hug ends, Jungkook is left standing on the threshold, feeling ruffled and flushed and warm all over. The hugs are definitely new, but not unwelcome, and he smiles when they smile at him.
“Good night, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says softly as the door begins to close.
“Have a good night,” Namjoon adds just before the door shuts with a click.
Left on the doorstep, it takes Jungkook a couple seconds to realize he didn’t respond to their farewell, and he’s still standing here like an idiot. Shaking himself, Jungkook quickly steps back, scurrying the few steps down the hall to his own door and slipping quickly inside. He closes the door behind him, leaning against it and closing his eyes, breathing in the last remnants of the citrus and spice scent that clings to him.
---
Jungkook never thought he’d be fucking himself for money on the internet. When he was young, younger, it wasn’t even something he could imagine. He’s done plenty of things over the years, tried various activities and professions. He doesn’t really need money, he just needs something to occupy his time and it doesn’t hurt to have fun doing it.
After enough time being alive, or, as some people see it, undead, it’s easy to get bored. Jungkook has conformed with society, he does normal things that someone who looks his age would do. He plays video games, reads webtoons, jerks off a lot. He calls Namjoon and Yoongi hyung because it’s easier, but all three of them know it’s not entirely accurate.
And maybe he likes how it feels a little, to call someone hyung, to be doted on like they do. Jungkook will never argue it anyway, he loves it when Yoongi tells him to listen to his hyung.
So in the modern era, the internet age or whatever it is, Jungkook has found a lot of new hobbies. If he can use some of those hobbies to make extra money, then that’s just more webtoons he can buy. And being a camboy wasn’t on his radar, not even when he got into streaming.
He started with video games, streaming himself playing all sorts of games and talking about nothing in particular. It was surprising when he started to amass a decent size following, especially when he didn’t think he was anything special. And Jungkook would have been content to keep things there, to stream himself playing League and flashing his fangs for the camera. But he discovered something he liked a lot more.
The praise.
The first comment was unexpected, something like you’re so pretty. Silly, probably, but it went straight to Jungkook's head. He couldn’t help but preen, sitting up a little straighter in his chair, smiling wider. Those comments were all he noticed after that. Compliments on his hair, his eyes, his lips. On and on, until they sometimes seemed a little less than innocent.
And Jungkook realized he liked that. He enjoyed the praise lavished on him, and it started not just going to his head, but to his cock as well. After a stream Jungkook would find himself on his bed, fisting his cock to the memory of someone saying your eyes are so big and sparkly. Or shoving a toy inside himself, sucking on two fingers to the memory of someone talking about his perfect lips. Pretty, perfect, good.
He loved being told he was good, that he was doing a good job. And it was clearly obvious to his viewers. They picked up on it quickly, on the way he would blush and squirm and duck his head.
The compliments made him feel good, Jungkook likes to feel good. So it only felt natural when he got a little bored with streaming, to segue into something new. A few of his viewers had mentioned it, how they’d love to see him doing other things. And Jungkook kept the idea in the back of his mind, mulling it over.
It was mostly accidental, stumbling upon the cam site. Jungkook was looking for porn and he just happened to click on a link with live cams. Instead of clicking on any of the videos, he found himself reading the rules and clicking on the link to sign up for his own account.
Just to try it out.
And he did try it out, and liked it.
The rush from all the praise was almost as good as the orgasm, hell, it probably contributed to it. Jungkook stopped streaming video games and dove into a whole new world. As months pass, Jungkook’s channel has only become more popular. It's easy, fun, though sometimes… it’s not entirely enough.
Like now, with Jungkook laying on his bed on his belly. His feet are in the air, giving the camera and his viewers an excellent view of his stocking clad legs and the curve of his ass. Though he doubts they’re really looking at the stockings. Not when Jungkook has a dildo in his mouth, tongue curling around it as he bobs his head along the length. He keeps his eyes fixed on the camera as he moves, fangs scraping across the pink silicone. The viewers always love when they can see his fangs, imagining how his fangs would feel on their skin.
It’s good, the praise and the building tingle of arousal in his belly. But it’s not enough. Not when Jungkook wishes it was real. A warm, real cock in his mouth, the taste of precum on his tongue instead of silicone. He can’t help but whine a little at the thought, drool dribbling down his chin as he whimpers.
He could sink his teeth into it, or into a thigh, a wrist, drink his fill for once, sate his hunger.
Or not even just to drink. But to have a real person here, warm and alive, guiding his movements, a hand tangled in his hair. All the praise in his comments section is nice, but it doesn’t compare to how it would sound out loud. He can’t help but imagine someone, or two someones, telling him he’s doing well. Two hyungs with nice smiles and big hands, praising his hard work.
A shiver runs down Jungkook’s spine and he refocuses. Drawing the dildo out of his mouth, he flicks his tongue over the tip before smiling at the camera. “Let’s have some more fun, yeah?”
It doesn’t take him long to switch his position on the bed. He’s already nude, besides the tights, so it’s easy to shuffle around so his ass is to the camera. Pressing himself up on his hands and knees, Jungkook spreads his legs, giving the camera a good view of the mess he’s already making.
He’s already wet, slick practically dripping down his thighs. If it’s mostly from the thought of Namjoon and Yoongi, no one needs to know. Being a vampire definitely makes being a camboy a little easier, he doesn’t even have to prep, slick and wet and open whenever he wants to play and have fun. Vampires are supposed to be the ultimate lure, of course. Able to draw in their prey easily and get what they want, fuck and bite and take. Now Jungkook can use this asset for another reason. It’s a win-win.
Steadying himself on one hand, Jungkook picks up the dildo again. As he moves, his eyes catch on the blood bag on his pillow. His stomach clenches, hunger making itself known. Forcing himself to ignore it, Jungkook brings the dildo to his hole.
It slips in so easily, Jungkook able to bury the pink silicone cock in himself in one slide. Groaning at the stretch, at the sudden feeling of being full, Jungkook lets his head tip forward, curly hair falling into his eyes.
“Feels good,” he moans, arching his back as he begins to work the dildo in and out.
Feels so good, amazing really, pleasure coiling in his belly, heat in his veins. But even as the cock presses into his prostate, making him shake, it’s still not real. He can’t help but babble a little as he moves, words slipping out between whimpers and moans.
Wish it was real, wish you were here. Wish I was being fucked for real, being split open. You’d take such good care of me, make me feel so good. Want you, want it, need it, need it, need you.
A steady litany of pleading whines, practically nonsensical as the pleasure builds inside of him. Slick practically pours out of him, dripping down his thighs every time he draws the dildo out. The squelching nearly drowns out his desperate words.
He falls forward onto his elbow, turning his head so he doesn’t faceplant into his pillow. The blood pack is there, so close, tantalizing. Hunger roars again, adding to the heat inside of him. The constant ding of tips and comments coming in, the press of the cock, and the thought of blood are too much.
Jungkook comes with a hoarse cry, body tensing and jolting as he comes untouched. He spills onto the sheets beneath him, the wetness of slick and cum soaking into his blankets. With a sob, Jungkook lunges for the blood pack, his fang sinking through the plastic, filling his mouth with a rush of blood.
Boneless and spent, Jungkook collapses onto the bed in the puddle of slick and cum. His release still thrums through him and he nearly purrs, licking at his fangs to get every last drop of blood.
---
He’s still not satisfied. Once he’s cleaned up, Jungkook pads into the kitchen in his boxers and a t-shirt, heading for the fridge. Tugging the door open, Jungkook freezes, groaning at the sight. He never made it to the store the other night because he was hanging out with his hyungs. The plan to get groceries fell through, and now there’s only one blood pack left.
Scowling, he takes the pack off the shelf, popping open the little straw. Jungkook shifts to lean against the counter, bringing the straw to his mouth. But somehow, by some cruel trick of the universe, it slips from his fingers.
The blood pack falls to the floor and splatters everywhere, popping open on impact. Jungkook curses, probably much too loudly, as the last pouch of synthetic blood pools on his floor. A whine spills past his lips, hunger gnawing at his belly. He’s so hungry, but he’s not an animal. He’s not going to lick it off the floor.
Sighing, Jungkook grabs a kitchen towel and kneels down, muttering to himself as he cleans it up. Now he’ll have to go out and get more. That’s the last thing he wants to do, he’s tired and hungry and -
A knock on the door has Jungkook startling, head jerking up and towel falling from his hand. It’s rare for anyone to come to Jungkook’s apartment. Moving toward the door, Jungkook flips the lock, turning the doorknob. He never really gets visitors, not unless it’s -
Namjoon and Yoongi are on the other side of the door, staring at him with twin looks of concern. “Hyungs?” he squeaks.
“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi begins, “are you alright? We heard you yell.”
Oops. “Oh.” Jungkook can feel himself flushing. “I’m sorry. I dropped my last blood pack and it spilled. I’m hungry and…” he trails off, shrugging.
“You had the last of ours when you were over,” Yoongi says, giving Jungkook a sympathetic smile, “or we’d offer you some.”
“Didn’t you just eat though?” Namjoon asks. “Why are you still hungry?”
A pause, Jungkook blinking as he considers Namjoon’s words. “I -” he breaks off, watching as Yoongi elbows Namjoon, giving him a poisonous look. “How did you know that?”
“Uh,” Namjoon begins, glancing at Yoongi. “We, um… sometimes we…” he trails off and Jungkook notices that the tips of his ears are red. “We know about your job?”
What?
Yoongi sighs, glaring at Namjoon again before he turns to Jungkook, cheeks pink and eyes wide, earnest. “Sometimes we watch your shows together,” he admits. Jungkook’s head fills with static so he barely hears the rest of Yoongi’s words. “We didn’t realize it was you at first,” Yoongi continues. “Then we met you and we thought we should stop because we really like hanging out with you, but…”
“We can’t stop watching,” Namjoon finishes, voice low.
Jungkook is stunned, unsure if he should be embarrassed or turned on.
“We’re really sorry,” Namjoon adds. “This is probably really weird and -”
“Are you guys a couple?” Jungkook interrupts.
A pause. If anything, their cheeks get even redder and they are very careful not to look at each other. “Not exactly,” Yoongi murmurs. “We’re just friends, you know. Sometimes we watch together and jerk off.”
“Or jerk each other off,” Namjoon mumbles.
“Right…”
Definitely not what Jungkook expected, though it makes sense, especially how they look at each other. He’s pretty sure there’s a lot more than just friends there.
“Anyway,” Namjoon says suddenly, a bit too loudly. “Didn’t you just eat?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, trying to keep up with the subject change. “But synthetic blood isn’t that satisfying. I need a lot more than I would if it was real blood.” He shrugs. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had the real thing....”
“Oh,” Namjoon breathes.
There’s another pause where his neighbors look at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation. Yoongi turns to him first, licking his lips as he stares at Jungkook. “We could… help?”
“What?” Jungkook’s sure he heard them wrong, sure he -
“We heard what you said,” Namjoon adds, “on your stream. That the dildo wasn’t enough. You wanted something real.” He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing, and heat and hunger coil in Jungkook’s belly. “Maybe you could have both. Real blood and real…”
He trails off, cheeks pink, and Jungkook tries to make sense of his words. As much as he’s fantasized about the real thing. Real blood, a real man (or two) in his bed, he never expected it to happen. And sure, he’s thought about his hyungs that way, often and in intimate detail. But it was never something he expected to happen, no matter how much he might like spending time with them, might think of how handsome they are. None of that ever felt like reality, so he can’t really be offering to -
“Sorry,” Yoongi says quickly. “We didn’t mean to overstep, we just -”
“Hyungs,” Jungkook interrupts, cutting Yoongi off. He’s not going to let this opportunity pass him by, not going to miss out on something he’s been craving. “Do you want to come in?”
---
Namjoon and Yoongi have seen his bedroom before, but not like this. Never in person, always through a screen. It feels a little weird, letting them into his space, knowing they’ve seen him here before. And it must feel weird to them too, the way they seem a little anxious, stepping carefully into the room.
“Kook-ah,” Yoongi says gently, stopping before him and tipping his chin up a little to meet Jungkook’s eyes, “is this okay?” Yoongi raises a hand, cupping Jungkook’s cheek with a warm palm. His thumb traces along Jungkook’s cheekbone and Jungkook’s heart flutters in his chest. “You’re sure this is okay?” he asks, when Jungkook doesn’t respond.
Slowly, Jungkook nods, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s pretty face, his slightly parted pink lips. “Hyung,” he breathes, “can I kiss you?”
It’s gentle, sweet, a brush of Yoongi’s petal soft lips against his own. They move together tentatively, mouths shy as their lips press and part. After a moment, Yoongi pulls back, eyes darting over Jungkook’s face. “Was that -”
Jungkook doesn’t let him finish, surging forward and capturing Yoongi’s lips in another kiss. This one is more insistent, hungry, and Yoongi responds immediately. Both hands come up now, cupping Jungkook’s face, tilting his chin so their mouths slot more firmly together. A tongue slips past Jungkook’s lips, warm and wet, licking carefully past his fangs. Yoongi tastes sweet, like citrus and candy, their tongues swirling together until Jungkook’s head spins.
They break apart with a pop, both of them nearly breathless. Yoongi’s lips are kiss-bitten red, slightly swollen, slick and shiny. Jungkook’s heart pounds in his chest, he wants to taste them more, lick and bite and suck.
But there are hands on his hips, firm palms turning him to face the other way. Namjoon is there, eyes hooded and lips slightly parted. And, oh, Jungkook really wants to kiss him too.
Namjoon pulls him in, drawing Jungkook against his chest and fitting their mouths together. This kiss is different, Namjoon’s lips thicker than Yoongi’s, moving more purposefully, more firmly against Jungkook’s own. The hands on his waist wrap around his back and Jungkook reciprocates, winding his own arms around Namjoon’s neck as their mouths open, tongues meeting.
His senses feel like they’re on overload as Namjoon sucks on his tongue, broad palms pressed against his back. He’s so hungry, the scent of so much blood making him feel a little wild. But there’s more, so much more, heat building inside of him, a wetness already beginning to seep into his underwear. He knows he’s hard, cock pressing to Namjoon’s hip, unable to stop himself at the prospect of this.
To know he’s been wanted as well, craved like he’s craved them, is sweeter than any fresh blood.
Jungkook breaks the kiss with a gasp, leaning back to slump onto the corner of his bed. He stares between them, at their flushed faces, blown pupils. And… oh. “You two should kiss,” he blurts.
There’s a moment of silence, a widening of eyes, both of them look surprised, flustered.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi begins carefully. “Namjoon and I are just friends, I don’t think he wants to -”
But he doesn’t get to finish his sentence, not when Namjoon is grabbing Yoongi by the front of his t-shirt and slamming their mouths together. Yoongi makes a soft, surprised sound, and then he melts, his own hands fisting in Namjoon’s shirt. From this angle, Jungkook can watch the way their lips move together, see their tongues collide and tangle and fuck. It’s hot, so hot, seeing them kiss, his boxers feeling tight, and uncomfortably wet.
A kiss like this is clearly not something just between friends.
When they finally break apart, eyes hooded and lips slick and swollen, their attention immediately shifts to Jungkook. Once again, he feels more like prey than a predator.
They’re on him in a blink, the three of them falling onto the bed together in a tangle of limbs and lips. Hands slide across his body, lips along any exposed patch of skin. Jungkook is kissing Yoongi while Namjoon is pulling off his shirt, nibbling Namjoon’s lips while Yoongi is tugging at Jungkook’s boxers.
Bare skin on bare skin, all of them nude, moving together in a warm press. Jungkook can hardly tell where he ends and they begin, hands on him, mouths roaming. A cock pressing to the cleft of his ass has him arching, moaning. Yoongi, licking into his mouth at the moment Jungkook moves, falters a little, slips and - rich warmth touches Jungkook’s tongue and oh.
Jungkook’s eyes snap open and he rears back, Yoongi doing the same, a hand coming up to his mouth. To the blood on his lip. Clumsy, too eager, Yoongi nicking himself on Jungkook’s fangs and -
“I am so sorry,” Jungkook says quickly. It’s going to be too much, he knows it now, sees it in Yoongi’s surprised eyes. Everyone likes the idea of fucking a vampire until they get to the reality. “I’m sorry, hyung. We can stop, you don’t have to -”
“Shh,” Yoongi hushes, pressing a finger to Jungkook’s lips. He smiles gently before pulling his finger away, stroking Jungkook’s cheek. “It’s okay, isn’t that why we’re here?”
Jungkook doesn’t breathe.
Namjoon, nosing at the back of his neck, squeezes him lightly, hands on Jungkook’s belly drifting lower. “Isn’t that what you want?” Jungkook nods mutely and Namjoon smiles against his skin, his fingertips teasing along Jungkook’s skin. “Or do you want more?”
Jungkook’s head spins with the possibilities of more. He never thought he’d find himself here, sandwiched between the two men he’s been pining after for months, willing and eager in his bed. Maybe it’s all a dream, but if it is, Jungkook’s going to make the most of it. “More,” he breathes, watching Yoongi’s smile grow.
It’s easy for them to shuffle around on the bed, settle into more comfortable positions. Positions like Jungkook with his mouth on Yoongi’s cock, Yoongi sitting against the headboard with his head thrown back, moaning as Jungkook tongues at his slit. It’s hard not to watch the way Yoongi’s lips part, his eyelashes flutter.
Yoongi smells so good, tastes so good. Jungkook can hear the blood rushing in his veins, see the throb of it in his pulse point. His fangs ache to bite, the taste of Yoongi’s blood still on his tongue.
But Jungkook is distracted by the cock in his mouth, the warm hardness sliding along his tongue. So much better than silicone. And not just that, because he’s also distracted by Namjoon.
Namjoon is behind him on the bed, holding Jungkook’s ass cheeks open so he can bury his face between them. His tongue laps at Jungkook’s hole, collecting the mess of slick that leaks from him. It’s almost overwhelming, trying to focus as Namjoon presses his tongue and a finger into him, as Yoongi cards long fingers through Jungkook’s hair.
There’s no prep needed, especially not after his show an hour or so before. Jungkook is open and probably embarrassingly wet at this point. But it’s obvious Namjoon doesn’t care, pressing two fingers past Jungkook’s rim and lapping at his entrance like a starving man. Eager to pull muffled moans from Jungkook’s stuffed mouth.
“You’re doing so well,” Yoongi purrs, stroking Jungkook’s cheek and bringing his attention back to the cock in his mouth. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?”
Jungkook can’t help but preen, cock dripping onto the sheets below him, clenching around Namjoon’s fingers. He feels Namjoon pull back a little, fingers still moving inside Jungkook’s hole as he presses a messy kiss to his rim.
“He is,” Namjoon agrees, voice low and raspy, breath tickling Jungkook’s skin. “Such a good boy for us. Taking hyung’s cock so well, aren’t you?”
A whine spills past the cock in his mouth and Jungkook gags as he sinks lower, throat convulsing around the intrusion. He fights to keep focus, not let him give into the fuzzy pleasure of their words. He wants to bite and kiss and drink and fuck.
“Careful of your fangs, baby,” Yoongi warns, thumb pressing into the corner of Jungkook’s stretched lips. “Be a good boy for hyung and then you can drink.” His hand moves back to Jungkook’s hair, gently guiding his movements.
Another whimper crawls up from his chest, his cock throbbing between his legs. Namjoon’s lips skate along his spine, nipping at the swell of his ass as he presses his fingers into him. The pads of his fingers rub over Jungkook’s prostate and he jolts, gagging himself again as pleasure explodes inside of him.
“Easy, baby,” Yoongi coos, stroking his hair out of his eyes.
Jungkook pulls back, suckling at the tip of Yoongi’s cock as he breathes hard through his nose. The fingers inside of him slowly pull out and Jungkook shivers, clenching around nothing as slick dribbles down his thighs.
“Fuck,” Namjoon breathes from behind him, hand wrapping around Jungkook’s hip. “You’re so fucking wet. So good,” he groans, “so pretty.”
He moans at Namjoon’s words, arching his back more, sticking his ass out. Presenting himself and unable to be ashamed. Namjoon takes it for the invitation it is, and Jungkook feels his cock slide through the slickness between his cheeks, cockhead pressing to his entrance.
And fuck, it’s nothing like the shitty pink dildo Jungkook was using. Hot and hard, twitching as Namjoon presses into him. He’s so big, thick and long, the swell of his cockhead nearly catching on Jungkook’s rim before he’s pushing past, sliding into him. He can feel every vein and ridge as Namjoon carves him open, filling him so well that Jungkook can barely breathe.
It feels like Namjoon is in his stomach, in his chest, so deep inside of himself as he buries himself to the hilt. Jungkook can’t help the way his hole clenches around Namjoon’s cock, trying to get used to the girth, to the feeling of being so full.
“Feel good?” Yoongi asks, smiling down at him.
Jungkook nods as well as he can with Yoongi’s cock still on his tongue. He can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed already and Namjoon has barely moved, just circling his hips a little, grinding deeper as he lets Jungkook adjust.
“Namjoonie is big, isn’t he?”
“Mhm,” Jungkook mumbles, seeing stars as Namjoon pulls back a little, rocking slowly back into him. There’s no way Namjoon could actually hurt him, but Jungkook feels like he’s being split open all the same.
“So tight,” Namjoon huffs, hands squeezing hard into Jungkook’s hips. “So wet, so good.”
Yoongi traces the curve of Jungkook’s lips before thumbing a tear off his cheeks. “Such a good boy for his hyungs.” Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, eyes threatening to roll back in his head.
“He is,” Namjoon confirms. “He’s taking me so well.”
“Perfect boy,” Yoongi coos. His fingers tap Jungkook’s cheek. “Keep going? Make hyung feel good?”
Jungkook wouldn’t dream of doing anything else. He curls his fingers around the base of Yoongi’s cock, swirling his tongue as he sinks over his length again. Yoongi moans, burying his hand in Jungkook’s hair.
It’s wet and messy, everything is, drool dripping down Jungkook’s chin as he hollows his cheeks and bobs his head. And the slickness between his thighs, leaking from his hole with every one of Namjoon’s thrusts. They’re powerful, deep thrusts that have Namjoon’s hips slapping into Jungkook’s ass, deep and hard and pressing against his prostate. Overwhelming in the best way, as pleasure rolls through Jungkook’s body.
Yoongi is moaning openly, head thrown back and fingers twitching in Jungkook’s hair. It’s loud over the sound of Namjoon’s hips, over the squelch of his cock and Namjoon’s low grunts. Yoongi’s thighs tremble, his lashes fluttering.
“Close,” he rasps, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
Namjoon slows his thrusts, grinding leisurely into Jungkook’s hole as Yoongi writhes against the headboard. Jungkook pulls back nearly to the tip, tongue pressing into the sensitive ridge beneath the head of Yoongi’s cock. That’s all it takes, a swirl of his tongue and Yoongi is groaning, tugging hard at Jungkook’s hair as he spills into his mouth.
Warm and salty, coating Jungkook’s tongue and slipping easily down his throat. Almost as good as blood, nearly as satisfying.
He only pulls off when Yoongi begins to squirm, tugging harshly at his hair. Yoongi is flushed, lips swollen and red, chest heaving, fingers immediately stroking Jungkook’s cheeks, praise falling from his lips. “So good,” he breathes. “Took care of hyung so well.”
Jungkook whines, dropping forward, elbows slipping out from beneath him as he buries his face against Yoongi’s thigh. He nuzzles into the juncture of his thigh and groin, lips skating over his skin, tongue pressing to the pulse in his thigh.
“I’m not gonna last much longer,” Namjoon huffs from behind him.
Yoongi hums, his fingers clumsily stroking Jungkook’s hair. “Make him feel good, Joon-ah,” he mumbles.
A grunt is all the response Namjoon gives, his hands tightening on Jungkook’s hips, hitching his ass higher. All Jungkook can do is moan, pressing his face more firmly to Yoongi’s thigh as Namjoon begins to move in earnest. He’s seen Namjoon’s muscles, seen the firmness of his thighs. It’s nothing like experiencing them.
Each powerful thrust threatens to jolt Jungkook forward against the mattress, drool slipping from his parted lips as pleasure makes his brain fill with static. And Namjoon’s hands, pressing hard enough to dimple Jungkook’s skin, pull Jungkook back onto his cock, driving deeper into him than Jungkook thought possible.
Jungkook hasn’t experienced anything like this in years, being with someone else so intimately. And, if he's being honest, he’s never experienced anything exactly like this. Two men he adores, taking him apart and piecing him back together. Cooing over him, praise rolling off their tongues as Yoongi pets his hair and Namjoon fucks him so hard he’s seeing stars.
Heat builds in Jungkook’s core, lava flowing in his veins and coiling tight in his belly. A tether winding up and up, so close to the edge he feels like he could scream. Maybe he does, a sound like a sob tearing from him as one of Namjoon’s hands leaves his hips to wrap around his leaking cock.
“So fucking good,” Namjoon grits out, hips stuttering, thrusts becoming sloppy. His hand squeezes around Jungkook’s cock, that coil winding tighter and tighter. He teeters on the edge, mewling against Yoongi’s skin. “Gonna fucking -”
Namjoon cuts off on a groan and buries himself deep, cock twitching. And that’s all Jungkook needs, as Namjoon’s fingers contract around his cockhead and the warmth of Namjoon’s release fills him. Jungkook plummets over the edge, his orgasm smashing into him like a truck.
“That’s it baby,” Yoongi soothes. “Let go, take your fill.”
Jungkook reacts on instinct, mouth opening wide, fingers gripping tight against Yoongi’s legs. His fangs sink home, piercing Yoongi’s femoral artery so easily. There’s a soft hiss, Yoongi tensing against him at the prick of pain, the rush of venom. Then a sigh, Yoongi relaxing bonelessly against the bed as pleasure takes over.
It feels good, Jungkook knows it does. His venom surging through Yoongi’s veins as he drinks. Euphoria and bliss, almost another orgasm. Yoongi’s body seems to think so too, his spent cock twitching, dribbling a little more cum as Jungkook feeds.
The taste is so rich, so delicious, nearly overwhelming. Jungkook wants to cry, feeling more satisfied than he has in years with every mouthful he swallows. The pleasure of quenching his thirst, combined with the high of his orgasm, of Namjoon still grinding into him, milking his own release, is almost too much.
Jungkook thinks he could come again, just from this with his hyungs. Maybe because it’s his hyungs, because it’s Yoongi and Namjoon.
They all collapse together afterward, panting and flushed in a mess of cum and slick and sweat on Jungkook’s sheets. Jungkook is nestled on Namjoon’s chest, tucked into his side as Namjoon holds him close, nose pressed to the top of Jungkook’s head, dusting kisses against his hair. Yoongi is on Namjoon’s other side, propped up on his elbow, watching the two of them with a fond look in his eye.
“You okay, Kookie?” Yoongi asks, reaching out to brush Jungkook’s bangs off his forehead.
“I feel amazing,” Jungkook mumbles, words nearly slurred. He feels almost like he’s drunk, so full and satisfied, giddy after so much pleasure.
Yoongi smiles indulgently. “I’m glad.”
Jungkook licks his lips, forcing himself to focus. He studies Yoongi, the slight paleness of his cheeks. “Are you okay, hyung?” he asks. “I didn’t take too much.”
“Hyung is fine,” Yoongi reassures him. His smile grows a little, eyes creasing. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”
“Me next,” Namjoon chimes in, arm tightening around Jungkook’s back. “I want a turn too.”
Something warm bubbles in Jungkook’s belly and he cuddles closer, tilting his head to look between them. “You want to do this again?”
“Of course we do,” Namjoon says. “We definitely want to see you again.”
“And not just because of your shows,” Yoongi is quick to add. “We like you, Jungkook. Why else would we invite you over?”
Namjoon nods, giving Jungkook a dimpled smile. “We like spending time with you. Maybe we could take you on a date?” he suggests. “There’s a new shop that’s experimenting with desserts, some for vampires.”
That sounds nice… Jungkook can’t remember the last time he went on a date, the last time he’s been asked on one. Maybe because he’s a vampire, maybe because he’s shy, he doesn’t know. But someone wants to take him on a date, two someones who clearly like him, and not just for what he is.
“Can we still play video games together?” Jungkook asks, pushing himself up a little.
“Of course we can,” Yoongi asks. “And I’ll buy you more of those snack cups you like.”
Namjoon smiles, nodding in agreement. “Maybe we can even get hyung to play a game with us.”
Yoongi snorts and rolls his eyes, but that has Jungkook thinking. He looks between them, remembering the way they kissed, the way it clearly was something more. “Would it be…” he licks his lips, looking at them again. “Would it be all three of us on a date? Like… all together?”
“Oh.” Yoongi looks at Namjoon then, some of the pinkness returning to his cheeks. “Well, I mean, if -”
“Yes,” Namjoon answers, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s face. “All of us.” His attention returns to Jungkook, dimpled smile returning. “Together.”
The warmth in Jungkook’s belly threatens to bubble over. He cuddles back against Namjoon’s side, smiling as Yoongi flops down with them, curling into Namjoon’s other side. Jungkook can’t help his smile, pleased and so sated, as his hyungs pepper him with eager kisses.