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Footsteps sound in the little two-story hut as Taehyung descends down the little spiral staircase, and with a final noise of the soles of his pristine loafers hitting the rustic floor, he sighs. As he passes the dining table he drops the book he was just reading (one about the fine arts of poetry) and his glasses along with it.
Taehyung lives in the middle of a forest in a little hut he himself built and has lived there before the forest even was half the size of what it is now. He’s always preferred the peace and quiet and was never really one to prance around and travel the world, spreading his so called “wisdom” and “power” like the other few vampires around his age do.
Ancient. That’s what he is. One of the Vampyran Elders that have watched the world come to what it is today. A blessing and a curse in one.
Taehyung scoffs as he pours himself a cup of tea. Definitely more of a curse. All the shit he’s had to watch, had to go through. The history he’s been a part of.
He grabs his hot drink and swirls it a few times in his mug in a practiced manner and rests his lower back against the counter, one leg crossed over the other.
Others would consider him lonely and sad, perhaps even miserable. He shrugs. He simply prefers his alone time out here where the only thing he has to worry about bothering him is the shy faeries that never seem to leave their trees, and a couple water-tunnel-connected lakes that a few merfolk once in a while pop out from.
He’s a stickler for the old ways too. Walking around in a four piece suit in his little home where he spends most of his time reading, writing, and painting. The few times where he has to leave his home to stock up on all his needed supplies for the next five months he’s gotten a few funny looks from the younglings of today's world—little human and werewolf preteens snickering at the almighty vampire strolling down the street in long, confident strides and a fine, black, tailored suit. Others though…Let’s just say Taehyung knows lust when he sees it.
Power. Such a dangerous thing to be attracted to. Wishing for a strong someone to sweep them off their feet and fight against anyone but them, for them. Yet how easy it is to see the danger when you’re not blinded by thoughts of dreams and instead feel your feet on the ground.
Power, and attractive. Taehyung is well aware that he’s a good-looking man with the amount of needy pulls and grabs he gets in the cities, big or small. But, being a big and dangerous vampire does make sex more of a task rather than an act of enjoyment or pleasure.
Another thing that’s come with his “position” that Taehyung would have no problem trading off in a heartbeat with no second thoughts.
But out here, it’s nice. He can just rest and live the same day after day and feel content with it. Plus—Taehyung smirks over the rim of his cup—he’s got lots of blood stored that he doesn’t need to worry about sharing with any greedy, little fledglings.
His little trail of thoughts is suddenly cut off by a loud crash outside.
Taehyung puts his cup of tea down and walks the short way over to his door and opens it. He skims the forest floor and the branches of the big trees, vampire senses sharp and heightened. He steps outside and looks around this time with his eyes flashing a deep red, miles and miles suddenly close and clear to his eyes.
Nothing. He lets out a little hum, but his eyebrows are furrowed.
But then, a sound.
Taehyung snaps his head to his left and catches sight of a broad back moving and flexing under a mesh top as the owner tries to get up. The guy groans in pain, sitting on his knees as he massages his shoulders.
And that’s when Taehyung sees the little, black wings on his back.
That's when he sees the tiny, black horns just peeking over his black mop of hair.
“A little demon,” he scoffs, voice deep. The said demon snaps his head towards him, eyes big and irises black. He immediately gets up on his shaky legs and crosses his arms like nothing with a frown.
“A little vampire,” he mocks back.
Taehyung raises an eyebrow, looking the demon up and down.
A baby demon, it seems.
Jungkook lifts his chin higher at the vampire’s hard gaze.
“A big mouth,” Taehyung says, his hands falling into the pockets of his slacks.
Jungkook frowns harder and bares his teeth, his little, tiny fangs the least threatening possible, and he hisses at him.
In the blink of an eye, the vampire is in front of the demon, hand gripping cruelly at his jaw and eyes blood red. Jungkook gasps and he grips Taehyung’s wrist, his breathing suddenly sped up.
The vampire rumbles and it sounds, feels like thunder in Jungkook's body. “Mind doing that again, little demon?”
Jungkook tries to get away, hands pushing and sounds of protest escaping his lips.
“I asked: mind doing that again, demon?”
Jungkook whimpers but he can’t get away from the strong grip. His cheeks are squished and lips puckered due to the sheer length of the elder’s fingers, even if he’s only gripping his jaw.
“Oh, so you’re a brat.” Taehyung notes with a tsk and hard eyes.
Jungkook tries to shake his head in his hold, nails digging into Taehyung’s skin, “N-nuh— nuh-uh!” He protests.
Taehyung lifts an eyebrow at the suddenly almost teary-eyed demon. “You’re not?”
Jungkook violently shakes his head the best he can, a whine on the tip of his tongue. “Nuh-uh!”
Taehyung looks at him for a few seconds, the demon panting. He turns Jungkook’s head to the side, looking at the red marks forming under his fingers.
Seems like the little demon easily bruises. Seems like he hasn’t developed his impenetrable demon skin yet.
He gives the cheeks a squeeze, and they’re soft and squishy. Jungkook gasps at the squeeze and tightens his grip on the vampire’s wrist.
“Hm.” Taehyung lets out a curt hum.
And suddenly Jungkook is thrown onto his knees, black trousers dirtied against the green grass.
Jungkook lets out a strangled noise of surprise and worry but he’s immediately shut up, breath catching in his throat, when his long hair is gripped in a tight hold. His head is pulled back and forced to lean forward when Taehyung moves his head to look behind the kneeling demon, inspecting him.
He looks at the long tail. He looks at the little end of it formed into a tiny, sharp heart. He looks at how it swishes around once in a while in the grass, not knowing what to do with itself. He wonders if the baby demon even knows how to control it yet.
He looks at the tiny wings. He looks at how they just barely cover his muscular back as they hang there limply. He looks at how they don’t even grace the ground.
He scoffs, and Jungkook’s head is naturally pushed further forward when Taehyung takes his other hand and grips a black wing, fingers holding the little tip of it and stretching out the useless thing to get a better look at it.
How cute.
Jungkook is panting. His eyes are wide but he can only see black fabric. The black fabric of Taehyung's pants.
He tries not to whine, he really does! But he’s so close. He's so close and he can smell it. He can smell the natural musk of manhood.
He whines because he’s so close, yet his face is not buried in the vampire’s crotch like it needs to.
But then Taehyung tugs at his little, poor wing tauntingly, and Jungkook moans and his back arches like that of the snobby archangels’ bows. It comes out like a fragile, high-pitched sound and slowly falls in pitch, but then turns more breathy and guttural when suddenly all he smells is cock. It gets prolonged and whiny when he realizes his nose is pressed right against the older man’s crotch from his little surge forward.
And his mouth is suddenly so empty and wet.
Taehyung lets go of the wing and sees it flutter and twitch against the back of the demon, black mesh top doing nothing to hide his strong build and tiny, slim waist.
He forces Jungkook’s head back and hears the pathetic, protesting whine he lets out and sees the unfocused eyes and slack mouth, lips and lip ring spit-slicken.
He leans down, their faces close, so close he can feel the flushed heat radiating off of Jungkook.
He tightens his grip on the demon's pretty hair and watches him close his mouth to sink his teeth down into his bottom lip with a little, muffled moan.
His sharp, red eyes pierce Jungkook's doe, black eyes.
“So you’re a little whore, huh?”
The whine that falls from Jungkook's lips is immediate.
“Guh-good whore!” He wiggles forward on his knees with wide eyes and his arms effortlessly fall behind his back and he locks them there by himself. “‘M a good whore!”
Taehyung feels his jaw tighten and his eyes sharpen. Fuck.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” He grumbles gruffly while straightening up and thrusts Jungkook's face right into his crotch, holding him there. Jungkook’s little ecstatic sounds go muffled against his slacks and he grits his teeth and pushes Jungkook’s pretty little face harder against it, rubs it against his crotch.
And Jungkook is about to break.
His mouth is wide open and his spit soils up the fabric immediately. His tongue is already out and trying to lick and lick, trying to get past the fabric somehow. He's a good whore—he is. And he wants vampire cock.
“Fuck, so wet, angel.”
And it’s ironic, because Jungkook is a demon. And even if he wasn’t, he’s currently mouthing and drooling at a cock like a little slut—not quite the most angelic gesture.
But he whines at the pet name and tightens his hold on his own wrists behind his back, and bobs his head on the clothed cock, now hardening and bulging under the pants, and Jungkook’s big thighs are clamped shut.
Taehyung hisses and curses under his breath at his vampire fangs slowly growing.
He grinds into Jungkook's mouth and the baby demon moans and suckles loudly on the spit-slicked bulge. Taehyung throws his head back with a little moan and adjusts his grip in the younger’s hair, braiding his long fingers into it.
“So,” he sighs, “what’s a little slut like you called?” he asks and bites his lip at a long, wet lick, before pulling the demon’s head back slightly, just enough for him to speak.
“Jungoogie,” he shortly answers, before surging forward to suck on the cock again.
“Jeonggukie?” Taehyung repeats and glances down at the moving mop of hair at his crotch. He curses quietly again and forces Jungkook's head back a little more this time, and the droopy, teary eyes that meet him are enough to make his cock kick in his pants.
“Fuck, baby.” He sighs, and it’s deep and guttural.
Jungkook visibly preens even in his hazy state and wiggles a little on his knees.
“Well, Jungoogie, why don’t you be a good whore and take my cock out, hm?”
And Jungkook immediately eagerly nods with a suddenly trembling bottom lip like he just got offered a big stick of cotton candy for free. Filthy.
Jungkook doesn’t even move his hands from behind his back, simply grabs the zipper with his teeth, tiny little fangs on display. He pulls it down, down and down, but then struggles to get it over the big bulge, and he whines, pulling harder, but it won’t budge. Jungkook stomps his knee petulantly against the ground as he pulls, and Taehyung tuts and stops him. Jungkook lets out a weak sound of protest but it turns into a moan as his scalp stings and tingles from the pull at his hair Taehyung does.
“Poor baby. Is my cock too big, huh? Is that it?” Taehyung pouts down at the demon, taunting. Jungkook desperately shakes his head with a little sound but Taehyung tuts again and forcefully stills his movements with his grip on his hair. “Aw, poor Jungoogie can’t take the big cock out.”
Jungkook starts to whine petulantly, trying to communicate that yes he can! He's a good whore! But taehyung is already pulling his zipper down.
He slowly, teasingly inserts his hand into his underwear and grips his cock, slowly, teasingly stroking it. He sighs and his head leans back, slick sounds sounding right into Jungkook’s face, who stares in horror at the scene.
“No!” He shrieks, shaking his head. “No, nononono!”
“Hm?” Taehyung simply looks down at him from above, bored, with a raised brow. “Oh but darling, it seems my little whore can’t even take out a cock. How is he gonna suck it then?”
“No, I-I can! I can!” The little demon cries and writhes forward on his knees, ass bouncing on his calves.
Taehyung curses at the sight. Fuck.
“You sure? You seemed to struggle a bit, angel.” He manages to rasp out, hand still tugging at his length.
“N-no, nah-uh.” Jungkook shakes his head. He forcefully moves his head forward, not caring about the pain surging through his scalp at going further against the grip, and bites at the hem of the underwear. His little fangs pierce the fabric and he pulls them down as far as they can go while the pants are still up.
A little, repressed sound of surprise escapes Taehyung's lips at the action, and he smirks.
He pulls his hand out of his boxers and slides his pants down to help the eager little baby, and both garments come to gather down at his thighs, large cock springing out and hitting Jungkook in the face—and the demon whines so, so loud.
Taehyung hisses at the air hitting his hot, sensitive skin and the warmth of another. But before Jungkook can surge forward and suck his cock, he grips his jaw tightly. Jungkook whimpers confused and impatiently, but Taehyung ignores it and uses his thumb to move up his upper lip to look at his tiny fangs, feeling a strange need to see them again.
Jungkook falls pliant immediately and lets his mouth fall open, and it doesn’t take long for Taehyung's finger to move into his mouth. Jungkook moans and Taehyung’s cock twitches in the air from where it’s just hanging heavily between his full, heavy balls, at the little, wet tongue that comes out and licks and caresses his thumb.
He wills himself to pull his digit out, and Jungkook follows it forward the best he can still in his hold, and Taehyung wipes the spit against his cheek and chin. Jungkook whines at the action.
He bites his quivering lip and looks up at Taehyung with pleading eyes. “Puh-please, sir. Can-can I get cock?”
Taehyung grits his teeth and his grip on the younger's chin tightens. “Let me see your fangs first, slut.”
Jungkook wastes no time opening his mouth and showing off his little fangs snuggled at the corners of his gums.
“Good demon.” The vampire growls, and he can’t help the way his own fangs subconsciously grow larger, even if he tries to stop them.
But it’s suddenly all worth it when Jungkook whines, so loud, at the sight of the big fangs, his own mouth opening further and tongue coming lolling out to almost try and lick them from all the way down on his knees.
Taehyung clamps his mouth shut, forcing his teeth to shrink again. He can’t lose control like that.
He guides Jungkook's head forward. “Think you can handle it, Googie?”
Jungkook's eyes fall and they’re trained on the cock, so close that he’s going cross-eyed. He closes his mouth on a little moan. He's so focused on it that if Lucifer himself cracked the ground apart to fly out from hell, he wouldn’t even notice. Taehyung can’t help but smirk at that, a pool of something hot swirling in his gut and sending a kick to his crotch.
He grips the fat base of his cock and guides it just the tiniest bit forward, and Jungkook's mouth automatically falls open with his tongue coming out.
“Want it?” He rasps in his deep voice, deeper than the first time they spoke. Jungkook closes his mouth to gulp and nods hurriedly like his life depends on it, glossy eyes never leaving the big cock.
Taehyung moves it closer and Jungkook's mouth opens further, just for it to catch right at the side of his lips, and sticky precum smears up against his cheek. Jungkook tries so hard to bite back a whimper with his trembling lips, but it’s hard.
“Sure you can handle it?” Taehyung whispers, and Jungkook nods shortly and closes his eyes, causing a few tears to break free and run down his cheeks.
Crying already.
Taehyung hums and moves the tip of his dick to the side to pop it into Jungkook’s mouth, crudely slapping the inside of his cheek with a wet smack, and the demon immediately moans like he’s been cock-deprived his entire life, and he slumps. He testingly sucks around the bulbous tip once, twice, and then swallows around it.
Taehyung moans at finally getting some stimulation on his cock, and lets his head fall back, fingers tightening his grip in the younger’s hair, and then softening again.
“Good boy.” He sighs. Jungkook whines and sucks around the cockhead again, eager to please his sir. “Think you can take more, Jungoogie?”
Jungkook immediately nods and sucks once with his tongue wrapped around the tip before sliding down on the cock, nape creasing as he moves forward and chin upwards. Taehyung groans and uses his hand that isn’t gripping Jungkook’s hair to grip at his nape, hand resting there with a powerful weight that makes Jungkook lightheaded, eyes growing a tad bit cloudier.
He slides down and down, and Taehyung wonders if it’s a demon thing for something to slide so far down his throat, or if he’s just truly that much of a whore. But then it seems that his gag reflex kicks in, for the baby demon gags loudly on the cock and tears spill over and down his cheeks.
Taehyung's jaw tightens and his grip on Jungkook's nape and hair sadistically does as well.
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and breathes in heavily from his nose, his hands still held so prettily and obediently behind his back even now.
Taehyung can only mutter one thing.
“Whore.”
And Jungkook nods and cries, head starting to bob back and forth on the girthy cock. It shines with the amount of spit and precum coated on it and it builds up in the corners of Jungkook's mouth, making him look like a little filthy cumdump. And Taehyung says so.
“So fucking filthy. A little cumdump, hm? That’s what you are? The big, scary demon is a little, greedy hole that loves slurping on cum?” And Jungkook whines for the upteenth time and his lips tremble around the cock. It’s honestly adorable how his little fangs fit just on the uppermost curve of Taehyung’s cock, how it glides between them and how extra tiny they suddenly look around a big vampire dick.
Jungkook bobs his head quicker with fluttering, rolling eyes, tongue gliding and flicking rapidly against the dick, his own forgotten cock pressed so hard against his pants, and the little wet patch on his crotch tempts Taehyung to lick it.
The produce of a little cockslut.
He grips the back of Jungkook's head and thrusts forward, mouth so wet and tight around him, and Jungkook gags. He whines and Taehyung hisses at the vibrations, vampire fangs once again swelling against his will.
“Love cock that much, Jeongguk? Love to choke on it?”
Jeongguk almost screams with little, eager nods, his wet eyes squeezed shut.
“Great.” Taehyung quickly utters in a low growl, before then proceeding to hold Jungkook down on his cock.
Jungkook squeals and it’s muffled, and precum spills out from his mouth. His shoulders rise up under his ears and his throat spasms as he gags on the big, big cock in his mouth.
Taehyung slowly grinds his hips against Jungkook’s face, balls gracing his wet chin, and Jungkook gags again. He tries to breathe out through his nose, but it comes out hurried and shallow. He whines out and whines and whines, and Taehyung gives a little thrust into the tight ring, more spit and precum spilling over. Jungkook gags and taehyung feels it against his dick, the silky walls tightening and contracting, trying desperately to push him away in a leftover survival instinct.
He groans at that deep from his chest and his teeth grit together harder, a sinister urge to shove his cock down further into Jungkook's throat to see how long his little immortal self truly can take it.
But alas, with his eyes tightly squeezed shut, he finally pulls out to give Jungkook some long awaited air.
The baby demon gasps and heaves when his mouth is empty, and he sobs.
He sobs, and his chest heaves, big pecs almost bouncing lewdly if it moved a tad quicker.
Taehyung, breathing just slightly heavy himself, gives a squeeze to Jungkook's nape, and moves his hand to wipe away his tears. Jungkook's eyes flutter up at him, only able to see Taehyung's silhouette with how blurry his vision is. His lips wobble and he moves forward to get the big cock into his mouth again like it needs to be, but Taehyung holds him back, and he cries out.
“Angel,” Taehyung says, palm against his cheek. “Colour?”
Jungkook's eyes immediately soften and his breathing slows slightly.
“Guh-green.” Sounds his ruined, raspy voice.
Taehyung nods, and then the quiet moment is broken as his eyes harden, hand moving back to Jungkook's nape.
“Now, what do good sluts do?”
“Please s-sir.” Jungkook whines weakly.
Taehyung chuckles and squeezes his nape, but his eyes are dark. “That too. But what do they do? What do good whores do, Jungoogie?”
Jungkook blinks his droopy puppy eyes a few times, gears turning inside his head. Taehyung is amazed how he manages to look so cute while on his knees for an Ancient Vampire, shiny, wet cock right in front of his concentrated thinking face. So crude.
“Let sir use us for pleasure,” Jungkook finally answers, voice breaking in the middle of his sentence from the rough throat fucking.
Taehyung nods. “Good demon. Now what do they say?”
Jungkook sniffles with his red, big button nose. His big eyes catch Taehyung's sharp eyes.
“Please use me for your pleasure, sir.”
Taehyung caresses his head and moves it a little forward. “That's right, baby. Good job.”
Jungkook smiles and his tiny fangs and bunny teeth show, his hazy eyes forming crescents. He wiggles his body in happiness, and it’s just a bit adorable how happy he gets at a simple praise.
He urges Jungkook's head closer. “Now be a good baby demon and let Sir use you, hm?”
Jungkook immediately nods. “Please use me, sir.” He brokenly slurs and opens his mouth wide.
And Taehyung wastes no time thrusting into the sweet heat of his whore.
“Fuck.” He grunts, his balls smacking into the younger’s chin at the first thrust, and then the next, and the next after that, and the next too, Jungkook gagging around the cock but still taking it so good.
With every thrust a loud gurgle sounds as the length is shoved so deep down, all the way down to Jungkook’s esophagus, and Taehyung can’t help but think about how if Jungkook was mortal—if he was human—
Taehyung groans and pulls Jungkook forward in a quick motion by his hair and holds him deeper, choking him, choking him so hard on his huge vampire cock, and his eyes close in a slight squeeze.
The little demon can’t breathe. He actually can’t breathe. He can’t breathe because there’s a fat, monstrous cock down his throat, blocking his airways.
But because he’s a demon, he takes it like a champ, being able to go a longer amount of time without air. He's truly made to take cock. Taehyung’s cock. Because a mortal wouldn’t be able to even take his tip, yet alone survive a fucking.
A guttural growl builds in Taehyung’s chest and he fucks harder.
“Taking it so fucking good.” He grits out and looks down at the demon getting moved around harshly like a ragdoll beneath him, eyes a mixture of squeezed tight and rolled back, and his lips, chin, a bit of his cheeks soiled.
Taehyung sighs out a curse at the sight and throws his head back again, the filthiest squelching noises so loud in the middle of the forest, followed by gags and gurgles, and spit and precome dropping to the ground, clinging to the grass blades and descending in a slow dance that would be beautiful if it wasn’t beads of pure lewd sin and pleasure.
Whines and whimpers are muffled deep in Jungkook's throat, and every single one of them vibrates directly against Taehyung’s cock. The tightening and moving of the throat’s silky walls is heaven against the Ancient Vampire’s length, and he manages to grunt out so.
“Such a nice throat, baby.” He pants, and the dazed, happy whine that vibrates in Jungkook's throat at the praise causes Taehyung to squeeze his eyes shut and a deep moan to leave him. His next words come out restrained. “Made for—shit—fucking.”
He pulls Jungkook’s face closer in a rough pull, a sound of what would’ve been a squeal rumbling from Jungkook, the demon almost letting go of his wrists to catch himself, but as the ever so good slut that he is he simply holds them tighter, eyes squeezed so tightly shut as Taehyung uses his dumb hole.
Jungkook can’t feel his tongue at all, he can’t feel his jaw, and it’s so hard to breathe—because he can’t. His eyes are rolling around inside his skull and he thinks his throat is going numb. The continuous harsh plunging into his mouth has him feeling faint.
He’s gone so dumb he can’t even suck on the cock anymore, he can’t hold his lips tight, and spit and way too much precome is just continuously pushed and squeezed out and out and out around the huge dick.
Huge dick. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow in his hazy state at just the thought. Jungkook can feel the way his throat is forcefully opened up for the length, he can feel all the veins dragging against his throat and his tongue, can feel the bulbous cockhead touching parts of his insides he didn’t even know he had.
He barely registers the prolonged, high and needy whine that sounds from him.
But Taehyung does and he lifts an eyebrow at him.
Jungkook can just scarcely make out the older’s face through his fluttering lashes and wet eyes, but another hash thrust of the cock getting shoved down his throat causes them to shut and a few tears to break free as his whole body experiences a strong tremor. He whines again, brokenly.
Taehyung doesn’t slow down. And Jungkook doesn’t want him to. Because with every intrusion that completely carves its own way between his spasming walls, opening him up, Jungkook feels so floaty and content, because his sir is using him as he pleases, like Jungkook is simply there to serve him.
And he is.
Another whine rings in Jungkook’s skull and his eyebrows are pulled together.
Taehyung scoffs.
He lets one of his hands fall from Jungkook's head to his broad shoulder. Jungkook's eyes snap open, searching desperately for Taehyung’s eyes—for contact.
“Needy, needy demon.” He rasps breathlessly.
He halts his quick fucking to slowly pull out his cock, and a panicked sound follows from Jungkook, but Taehyung squeezes his shoulder. They both watch and stare as the length slowly pulls out, Jungkook's eyes so wide and Taehyung's bottom lip stuck between his teeth.
Slowly, pull, pull, pull, the shaft stretching Jungkook’s lips so wide and shining with the copious amount of spit and precome, veins so prominent—bulging—and skin red. Jungkook feels his heart beat faster and faster, and if he could breathe it would be picking up.
Pull, pull, they stare down at the skin getting revealed, pull, Jungkook feels the big cockhead so slowly retract from the depths of his throat, pull, pull, and a big glob of precum squirts out from Jungkook's mouth.
Pull, pull, Jungkook feels like every single blood vessel in his body is about to erupt, his every blood vessel absolutely thrumming, and he can’t help his whimper as the cock just continues to reveal more and more of itself as it so slowly retracts from his throat, seemingly going on for ages, and he hears taehyung curse above him.
It’s shiny, so shiny, and so thick and so long and red and throbbing. A sob actually builds up in Jungkook as the head finally oh-so slowly pops to the back of his throat.
One, two, three, four, five long seconds and finally a lewd, wet, suckled pop sounds as the huge cock finally pops out from Jungkook’s mouth and bobs in front of his face, hitting his button nose like a crude nose kiss, and Taehyung quietly moans.
Jungkook, at finally being able to breathe, gasps. But it doesn’t take long before he’s almost soundlessly sobbing, voice near gone—thank Lucifer and his demon self for at least still having a voice.
Taehyung grazes his hand on Jungkook's shoulder up to the side of his neck, and his other hand settles against his cheek. Jungkook doesn’t waste a second to nuzzle into it, the vampire's big hand getting wet at the tears rolling down.
“‘S so big, sir. Your cock’s so big!” Jungkook cries, his voice a whisper.
Taehyung has to bite his lip to stop himself from losing it.
“Sir.” A hiccup. “It-it just kept going and going! ‘S so big. It was in my throat! It was so far down! Sir, your cock…” The demon sniffles and cries, and Taehyung fears he’s one hair strand away from sinking his teeth into the little, whispering thing.
A little sob falls from his lips and he slowly blinks up at the older, so gone. He whimpers, “Sir’s so big…”
And Taehyung's gums itch and sting, fangs fighting to just completely grow out and take Jungkook right then and there. Bite him, devour him. How wonderful his blood would taste, how wonderfully it would glide on his tongue and roll down his throat. How wonderful a sensation it would be to break his soft, delicate and flushing little skin open and simply feast. A delicacy. Little slutty baby demon blood.
He groans faintly.
Taehyung stretches his right thumb from its place on the side of Jungkook's neck to glide it against the column of his throat, and the baby demon flinches ever so slightly at it. Sensitive.
Taehyung hums in thought. “Darling?” he asks, eyes not leaving his moving thumb.
Jungkook lets out a weak hum, but his eyes are wide and awaiting. Like a good whore.
“What you say, you think you can take a bit more vampire cock in your throat, still?” Taehyung asks. He leans down, a slow movement, and halts right at Jungkook's ear. “‘Cause Sir still hasn’t come yet.”
And the whimper Jungkook lets out is unmistakable.
“Hm? What d’ya say, baby? You’re a good whore, right?”
Jungkook nods hurriedly and he squirms forward on his dirtied knees. “Good whore.” Jungkook confirms in a little slur.
The corners of Taehyung's lips stretch and he leans back. “That's it, knew I could count on you. ‘Cause you’re my slut, right?” He repeats his words in a whisper, “My good slut?”
“Yes!” Jungkook eagerly squeaks, his voice slowly regaining its strength. Thank Lucifer for fast demon healing—so fast that even for a baby demon who hasn’t even yet gained control over his tail it doesn’t take long.
Taehyung hums understandingly and caresses his cheek. “Then give me your hand. Let go of your wrists behind your back.”
Jungkook blinks up at him.
“C’mon, angel. Sir told you to give him your hand. Let go of your hands.”
Jungkook hesitantly, slowly lets go, not understanding why he needs to do so. It's what good sluts do after all. Why would Sir want him to let go?
But Taehyung gave an order, so his arms fall to just hang limply at his sides.
“There you go, pretty.” Taehyung encourages, and grabs one hand. He leads it to the younger’s neck and holds both their hands there. Jungkook looks up at the older with confusion running deep and clear in his black doe eyes.
“Now open your mouth.” Authoritative. Deep.
Jungkook’s mouth falls ever so obediently open.
Taehyung's lips pull taut, warmth pooling so easily in the pit of his stomach. It makes him hyper aware of his rock hard, sensitive cock just hanging out in the open.
With two last words, he grabs the base of it and leads it into Jungkook's mouth again, right where it belongs, stretching his lips so wide and carving his own way in the shallow heat.
“Now feel.”
And Jungkook stares up at the vampire through the intrusion, eyes shaking and tearing up, and he fights so hard to not let his eyes just simply roll and close.
“Mmfph—” sounds a helpless noise from the baby demon as the cock so slowly just continues down his throat, hitting the back, then forcing his head to fold to make an easier journey down further.
“There we go.” Taehyung grunts. “You can take it. I know you can.”
Jungkook breathes in as much air as he’s capable of while he still can, and then the cock squeezes down to his esophagus, and he can no longer breathe. A high noise sounds from Jungkook and tears hang from his eyelashes.
And that’s when Taehyung presses.
As the cock goes down, he presses Jungkook's hand against his throat so he can feel. He presses his hand close so he can feel the lewd bulge in his throat created from the vampire’s big cock.
And Jungkook screams.
The vampire starts to slowly rock into the baby demon’s mouth with quiet groans, and he makes sure Jungkook can feel every little movement inside with his hand. In return, at the press to his cockhead through the throat, his mouth falls open in a quiet, shuttering moan. “Fuck.”
Jungkook is whining and whining and tears are rolling down his cheeks. Always so whiny like it’s the only thing the dumb baby can do. His hand is locked between his own throat and his sir’s big, stern hand—and it’s shaking.
Everything around him is bright and his head feels like it’s filled with cotton. His thighs tremble and they’re pressed so close together, rubbing against each other as his cock spurts out little globs of precome into his pants. He whines loud and doesn’t even know when his head had lolled to the side and now just rests like a dead weight into Taehyung’s hand, too difficult to keep upright himself. Too heavy.
Taehyung thrusts so teasingly slow, almost just grinding against Jungkook’s poor fucked out face. He holds Jungkook's hand firmer against his throat, the bulge. “Feel it?”
Jungkook nods and cries, hand sweaty and weak. He can feel every single little movement in his throat, he can feel every little spasm it does, he can feel every single drag of the cock—Jungkook moans so brokenly.
But at his sound, the length twitches inside him and a little spurt of precome coats his walls and he squeals, his body jumping. The only thing Jungkook can seem to do is have more tears fall.
Taehyung curses, and looks away.
Jungkook jumps anew when the huge cock twitches in his throat again.
Oh, that makes Jungkook so happy. So, so happy. His throat does that to Sir! And if the slutty baby demon could smile, could giggle and mumble happily, he would.
Taehyung is close. His eyes are shut and he’s got his bottom lip caught between his teeth, fangs automatically growing as he’s approaching his climax. His face is contorted up in pleasure and his thrusts slowly become quicker.
“Fuck. This fucking whore.” Taehyung whispers under his breath, and the continuous sounds of mhm, mhn, mhmf escaping the baby demon doesn’t exactly help his case.
He glances back through the corner of his eye at the younger down on his knees in front of him, and the sight makes his legs shake and his fangs grow and teeth grit.
Because how can his body not react like that when he’s got a little slut in front of him, mouth split wide open with a big, veiny, girthy Ancient Vampire Cock down his throat, those fucking tiny fangs looking so useless as they just glide at the uppermost curve of his wide base—Taehyung’s fangs itch. The absolute trembling of the demon as he’s getting used and fucked, his pants soiled with precome, yet the perfect little hole hasn’t even cum once yet. His tear-streaked face, messy hair that almost completely hides his tiny, just as black horns, the useless tail that at some point moved on its own to wrap around his shaking self in an attempt of comfort.
An almost feral growl leaves Taehyung at the sight of his own excessive precome frothing and building up at the sides of Jungkook's mouth and just running down his chin.
“Fucking whore.” Taehyung spits and grabs Jungkook by his hair, his other hand pressing harder against his throat, choking him with both of their hands, and snaps his hips forward. Jungkook gurgles and a little stream of precome gets squeezed out.
Taehyung growls and fucks Jungkook’s mouth like it was a cheap little pocketpussy.
“You’re my fucking whore. You’re my hole, aren’t you, baby? Huh, Jeonggukie? You’re my little fucking personal fucktoy. That’s what you fucking are.”
Jungkook can do nothing but cry, pliant and limp in his sir’s hold. He tries to nod, to show that he really is his sir’s little pucketpussy, but he can’t as the vampire’s cock keeps getting pistoned down his throat, rendering him useless. So he can only hazily blink up at Taehyung, eyes so gone, some tears clinging to his eyelashes and others falling as they please.
He hopes the vampire gets what he’s trying to communicate.
Taehyung does.
Another curse word drops from his lips and his head falls back. “Angel.” He moans.
The big trees and their shade stops Taehyung from staring directly up into the sun. And the sounds of clueless birds chirping and singing all around them once in a while truly just makes the scene that much filthier.
He feels Jungkook’s trembling hand grip his, their fingers lacing together, and like an invisible string suddenly connects them, Taehyung knows the other is close.
He looks down, head still tilted back. He gives a little squeeze to the demon’s throat with his big hand, Jungkook squealing, and mutters, “Go ahead.”
And after a few more pumps, like a taut-pulled rubber band, Jungkook snaps.
His whole body shutters as he comes into his pants, hips moving needily against his calves, grinding. His thighs automatically spread wide and he grinds down against the soft grass, so desperate yet so sensual, and Taehyung’s cock twitches inside his throat.
At that, Jungkook whines and seems to grind harder, but Taehyung truly thinks he might just cum on the spot when this fucking whore moves his heels under himself, sits down on them, and fucking grinds his fluttering, little needy hole against them, trying to even bounce and fuck himself on them.
Taehyung pulls out.
Jungkook whines needily and follows the cock with his mouth, hips still moving. The baby demon is stopped with a hand in his hair and another to his throat.
“You've been a good demon.” Taehyung breathes. “So I'll give you the chance to choose where you want my cum.”
Jungkook gasps and stills, and like he just saw a peek of Heaven’s Gates, his eyes are wide and sparkling. “I can?” He whispers, almost sounding like he’s in disbelief.
Taehyung grabs his cock and and jerks it off. “You can.”
Jungkook gasps again, and his hand that had been frozen at his throat drops down between his spread legs, the other joining. “Can— can I? Can I have it on my face?”
Taehyung groans and gives a squeeze to his shaft, fisting his cock faster. “Yeah? You want it on your face? You want Sir to cum on your face?”
Jungkook nods and his eyes almost tear up anew, hands fisting some of the grass beneath him. “I want Sir to come on my face. I want Sir’s cum. Want it on my face. Please, I want Sir on my face. Please—”
Taehyung can’t take it. He can’t take this one’s dirty fucking mouth. Looking so innocent and adorable while begging to get ejaculated on by a stranger—an Ancient Vampire nonetheless with copious amounts of cum.
“Want it?” Taehyung sighs encouragingly, eyes just barely keeping open as he looks down at the baby demon’s eager face, staring so intently at every drag of his wet cock into his tight fist, eyes up and wide and a bit crossed with how close it is. Fuck. “Tell Sir where you truly want it, baby.”
“Face— face, I wan’ it on my face. Please, sir—I really, really wan’ it on my face. Please— face. Face, face, wan’ face—”
“Shit.” And with a few last messy pumps, Taehyung cums on the baby demon’s face.
Jungkook at the first drop of cum immediately moans like a starved bitch, eyes closing and head coming forward in such a crude manner to deliberately get hit in the face and covered.
Taehyung hisses through his orgasm, hand working on his length to milk himself dry, and the scene of his little whore simply humming happily with a wanton moan certainly helps with a few extra spurts that hit right on his nose bridge.
“Oh so—” Jungkook whimpers when some cum collects in his eyelashes. “—so much, sir!”
This baby demon is gonna be the death of him.
Kim Taehyung, the vampire who stood at the forefront amongst his kind at the first declaration of peace between all regions. The Ancient Vampire living in his little self-built hut in the middle of the woods since faeries first traveled here. The fearless warrior who fought amongst the highest rank in the first war against heaven and hell. The lethal man who has blood on his hands from thousands of every single race in the land—even his own.
Dead by a little, wide-eyed baby demon with a slutty mouth.
What a headline.
He scoffs and purposefully jerks forward and hits Jungkook with his cock, and if Taehyung had the ability to take a picture with his mind, he surely would do it to keep this down right pornographic scene edged forever into his brain.
“Such a cumslut.”
And Jungkook agrees in his own little way with a growing giddy smile on his trembling lips and a little tongue sticking out to catch the very last few strings of cum from the cockhead.
An urge hits Taehyung out of nowhere. A curious need. The urge is strong, the urge is uncontrollable, and it’s all-consuming. He gives in.
He takes ahold of Jungkook's face and leans down, and attaches their lips.
Jungkook completely freezes, eyes wide and breath held.
Taehyung groans into the baby demon’s mouth at the touch, and that seems to snap Jungkook out of his daze, because he melts and grabs onto the wrist of the hand holding his face like a lifeline and eagerly kisses back.
It’s slow and passionate, a stark contrast to anything they’ve done prior to it, and Jungkook fears his eyes might roll back and get stuck.
Taehyung fears he might just have found a new addiction.
Jungkook’s lips are soft and they’re plush, and his piercing is cold to the touch. His lips are so delicate and sweet, and the taste of his own cum on them creates a subtle, sizzling feeling inside of him that makes his little hairs stand on end in a warm wave. Pleased.
Seems like his little whore’s mouth is good for a lot of things.
And his lips against those tiny fangs. Bloodmoon, it makes him go feral. So tiny and so new that he fears they’ll break if he kisses the little one a bit too hard.
A growl rumbles in his chest.
“Mhmmmf.'' Jungkook sighs into the kiss, their lips parting and reconnecting again in a heady, sensual dance. When the older man’s lips get a bit too far away from his own, he gasps, and Taehyung chuckles at him.
“So needy. Needy demon.” He whispers and teasingly, gently squeezes Jungkook's soft cheeks together a couple times.
“Sir…” Jungkook pleads with wet eyes and a pout. “Sir—”
“Taehyung.” He interrupts.
Jungkook stills and doesn’t breathe for a good moment. Quiet.
Only the gentle breeze and little animal noises around them show time truly hasn't just stopped.
Then, “Taehyung…”
The vampire merely nods.
“My sir Taehyungie…”
And at that, right then and there, Taehyung decides that this one—he’s keeping.