feast | jjk & kth | m

—summary; in which you and Taehyung have to teach Jungkook one of two things about being a creature of the night.

—contents and warnings; smut, horror, dark content, threesome, vampire!taehyung x vampire!reader x vampire!jungkook, ridiculous amounts of blood play, blood as an aphrodisiac (you heard me), mention of death, violence, gore and cannibalism, they drink from each other, dirty talk, switch!jungkook x switch!reader x dom!taehyung, desperate sex, cum eating, dry humping, pet names (baby, doll, love), oral (f and m rec), fingering, breast play, handjob, jk cums in his pants, the stamina only the undead can muster, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, hair pulling, rough sex, praise kink, double vaginal penetration, a little bit of mxm/taekook action (they kiss), unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare

—words;7,9k

—author’s notes; I want you all to forgive me for all the vampiric poetic licenses I took in the name of smut. There is lore here somewhere, I promise, but it got lost amongst the filth. Regardless, I hope this isn’t too much of a strange comeback, hope you all enjoy it! And happy Halloween!!

The dense, rusty smell of blood curled around the atmosphere in continuous, merciless waves. Across from where you sat, leaning against the wall, the broken windows were covered by pieces of wood, allowing small slices of moonlight to fall through the cracks, painting the dusty ground in silver. The three of you still had two hours before the sun started to come up, but the thrill of the hunt felt as if it would last forever.

After what seemed like years of silence, you were the first one to speak, running one hand down your face, fingertips stopping at your lips. The blood there had dried up, but the friction beneath your skin was welcomed. “I know I say this every year, but I fucking love Halloween,” you sighed, throwing your head back against the wall. You felt as if your body was filled with a million fireworks, excitement bubbling underneath your flesh. “It makes hunting so much easier.”

Taehyung chuckled across from you, his eyes closed and a blissful expression covering his features. “I have to agree,” he said, then opened one eye to look at the other boy. Jungkook had been quiet ever since you three came back to the decrepit, forgotten house you called a home. “What about you, Jeon? How did you like your first official hunt?”

The younger man raised his head, which had been leaning against his arms, and looked at Taehyung. The poor thing seemed to be completely out of it — his fixated black eyes unable to fully understand the world around him. You couldn’t blame him, though: you could still remember what it was like to be newly transformed, what it was like to drink from humans for the very first time. It was that disgust, that horror, mixed and muted by the intense, all-consuming hunger. All you could think about was to feed, feed, feed; to drain people until their last drop regardless of the remaining ounces of empathy still living inside you.

It was the most intense high someone could ever experience, so it was no wonder he had no words left in him.

“Let the kid breathe, Tae,” you decided to speak up once Jungkook didn’t respond. “He’s still trying to wrap his head around it, I bet.”

But Taehyung only smirked, crossing his arms. “How many did you get? Five?” Jungkook didn’t answer. “Probably more, wasn’t it? I remember my first time. Probably killed twenty people before the sun came up and I was still so—“

“Hungry,” Jungkook completed. “I’m still hungry.”

You sighed, giving Taehyung a serious look as if to ask see what you’ve done? “It’s normal to still be hungry, Kookie, it’ll probably take you a few days to feel satisfied again,” you remarked. You thought he was lucky to have been adopted into a group of more experienced vampires so early, now he was receiving the assistance and support that older vampires like you or Taehyung would have only dreamed of. “Do you remember how many people you drank from?”

He pressed his lips together, frowning. Jungkook was a large man, but, when he was sitting down with his legs pressed against his chest, he looked like a lost child. In a way, you realized, he was. “I think… I think I drank like… seven people,” he said. “And only two of them actually died.”

You shared a worried gaze with Taehyung. He probably didn’t drink much, then. Not enough for his transformation stage. “It’s understandable why you’re hungry, then,” you said. “Do you wanna go back out?”

It was the older one who answered. “Too dangerous. The hunters are already looking for us,” he said matter-of-factly. “Do we have something in stock?”

There was a worried edge to Taehyung’s voice that you didn’t miss, and your focus navigated back to Jungkook. He looked a lot worse now — body shivering, black hair glued against his forehead and his fangs, sharp and pristine, poked against his bottom lip. He was paper white, blue and purple veins standing out against his sick-looking skin. He was starving, you realized. The amount of blood he consumed wasn’t even close to what a newborn needed to drink.

If you allowed him to stay like that, Jungkook would snap and leave the mansion. And the chances that he would forget about returning before the sun came up (or that he would get hunted down), were considerably high.

“The blood bags are out. Jimin got the last one,” you answered. Jimin was turned a little over a year ago now, but he still got random spikes of ferocious hunger that could be an issue to you all. It was no problem to deal with one newly turned, but none of you were expecting that Jungkook would be coming in anytime soon. “We can check if Yoongi and Namjoon are still in town, maybe they can bring some.”

Taehyung side-eyed Jungkook. “I don’t think there’s enough time for that.”

You had to agree that things were starting to get difficult. Jungkook was shivering like he was about to snap in half, his hands white from holding onto his knees so strongly. It had been centuries ever since you felt hunger like that, but you still remembered how nightmarish it was.

Taehyung was already looking at you when you turned to him, and you saw in his eyes that he was thinking the same thing as you. There was still one thing you two could do.

It was a mystery why older vampires needed much less blood to survive — your personal theory was that, just like human newborns need more energy to go through ridiculous amounts of growth, the first years of a vampire were dedicated to completely shifting the old (alive) metabolism into a new form of existence. One which was much faster at healing, at running; much stronger. And that needed a lot more food. As the centuries went by, that hunger — and also the physiological need for energy — gradually subsided. Now, you could go weeks in the darkness without a drop of blood, and even older vampires, like Taehyung, could go much longer. As long as the required rest was met, of course.

It was the second time this week you and Taehyung fed. You could endure another night of slight hunger if it meant that sharing your hunt for the night would help quench the younger’s thirst.

You sighed. Whatever. Sacrifices were necessary.

With quick, fluid movements, you got up to your feet and walked across the dusty room to where Jungkook was. You crouched down to his level, one delicate hand touching the cold, thin skin of his cheek to ground him.

“Kookie, do you want to drink more blood?” You asked, tone gentle. His eyes snapped up to yours, head shaking in affirmation so quickly that you almost felt bad for him. “Yeah? Wanna bite me?”

He almost choked. “Y-You?”

You smiled tenderly, your other hand pushing your hair away from your neck. Jungkook’s gaze burned on the spot that he would usually bite humans, and he could swear he could hear the blood running underneath your flesh, even if your heart was no longer beating.

“Yeah, I don’t need it as much as you, you can drink a little.” You turned to the other man. “Taehyung can give you some of it too, if you want. But you need to promise to not drink everything, otherwise we’ll be the ones starving.”

Jungkook was paralyzed, staring blankly at you. He seemed uneasy, both trying to understand your proposal and also trying to hold himself back from tearing you to shreds. “Are… you sure?” He asked.

You pouted, leaning in to place a small kiss against his swollen, cold lips. Jungkook looked even more startled then, but some of the life — not literally speaking, of course — seemed to come to him.

“Look at you, baby, you’re so sick. This is just for you to spend the night, okay?” You asked. Jungkook nodded without even thinking about it, hypnotized by the tranquility in your voice. “Tomorrow we’ll hunt again, and you can drink as much as you want.”

“O-Okay,” he agreed, swallowing down hard. His hands were fidgety over his dirt-covered jeans, the result of a small accident earlier. “Where do I… Where do I bite?”

“Wherever you want.” You got up to your feet, and Jungkook had to fight not to look at the space beneath your short dress, the pathway to the heaven between your thighs. He had always thought you were one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen, but now you seemed to be even more divine, an angel rescuing him from perdition. His lips still tingled with the press of your lips, cock half-hard inside his pants. He felt like a teenager again, moved by hunger and lust. “Just stop when I tell you to.”

“I’ll try,” he said. Jungkook had no idea if the hole inside his stomach would allow him room for rational thought, even less the command of his own body.

You weren’t worried, though — if push comes to shove, Taehyung was right there to help you.

“Good boy.” You smiled, and Jungkook melted under your praise. “Come on up, now. Don’t be shy.”

No need to tell him twice. Jungkook got up swiftly, but almost lost his balance once the dizziness kicked in. Still, he managed to stay on his feet, barely blinking those huge black dots away from his vision.

“You must be really hungry,” you said empathetically, placing both hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize him. “You poor thing.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook mumbled, eyes zeroed-in on your neck. He barely heard you say something in return, his senses buzzing with electricity. “I just… I really need it.”

You tilted your head to the side. “All yours.”

Without another moment of hesitation, he decided to strike. Jungkook’s fangs sunk in your blood vessel and he groaned the second that the liquid pumped inside his mouth, eyes fluttering shut in sheer euphoria. It was like the first drop of water after years in the desert, his eager hands firmly holding onto your waist as he sucked on the wounds, pulling you impossibly closer. His movements were strong and ravenous, tongue coming out to lick at the openings every time he stopped to gulp down the blood. It tasted so sweet, so intoxicating, like the finest ambrosia. It was even better than when it came directly from a person, and he didn’t know why.

“Ah! You’re so eager,” you exclaimed, letting out a little giggle when he moaned against your neck, pressing your torso against his. You two looked like lovers in a sensual embrace, and you could feel his cock, hard and aching, poking against your thigh. Poor thing. He was really going through it. “Take it easy, Kookie. There’s plenty for you.”

“I didn’t have this kind of treatment when I was your age, kid. You’re lucky.” Taehyung laughed, taking a step towards the two of you. His eyes were focused on the movement of Jungkook’s mouth against your neck, at the small lines of carmine that dripped down your clavicles, onto the space between your breasts. “How is it?”

Jungkookwhined at the question like he was in pain, his large hands holding onto your flesh even tighter, afraid that you’d get away. “So g-good,” he mumbled.

“Yeah? She tastes good, doesn’t she?” Taehyung asked. His hand came in contact with the back of Jungkook’s head, slender fingers pulling on his hair until his neck was arching backwards. He had tears in his cheeks as he locked eyes with Taehyung, both of desire and of frustration. “Look at the mess you’re making, though. You’re wasting too much blood.”

You chuckled. “He’s still a sloppy drinker, let him be.”

The older man clicked his tongue. “I can see that.” Taehyung pushed Jungkook’s face back against your body, this time showing him the blood that he had missed. It was covering your breasts, soaking down your dress and disappearing beneath the deep red shade of the fabric. “Clean it up. Or you’re not getting any more of it.”

You rolled your eyes — Taehyung always liked the unwanted displays of power. But so be it.

If Jungkook was annoyed, he didn’t let it show. He simply nodded at his order, diving back in. His tongue curled obediently against your skin, licking thick stripes up your chest, each time moving lower and lower until his nose was buried between your tits. Jungkook grunted at the contact, and there was an itchy feeling against your flesh as his sharp canines dragged on your skin, teasing to sink in your body once more.

Jungkook’s hands slid up your waist and stopped right beneath your tits, pushing them together and upwards, against his face. You barely had time to react before those same hands were pintiching the sides of your dress and ripping it in half, the sound of torn fabric echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room.

“Kookie! My dress!” You yelped, more of surprise than anything else.

“I’m s-sorry, I can't—“ he stuttered, allowing for the fabric to fall to the ground as his mouth crashed against your tits once again. You could see that the blood had dripped down your abdomen, slightly painting your panties in red. “It’s so good.”

And good it felt — you were starting to notice it too. There was something so hot about such eagerness, such hunger; about the way Jungkook groped and licked your body with such earth-shattering devotion. You knew he was starving, knew that the hardness in his cock probably came from the heavenly taste of blood as well, but you could also tell that he was enjoying that a little too much to be just that.

Taehyung had noticed it too. “Oh my,” he chuckled, staring down at Jungkook. “I think he’s getting a little sidetracked now, don’t you?”

You smiled, running one hand through the younger’s hair. “Looks like it.”

Tilting your head down, you noticed that Jungkook’s mouth was reaching your hips, and he had practically licked the rest of the blood clean. It was no great mystery figuring out where he would head next.

“Why don’t you lay back, love? Jungkook looks like he’s in an uncomfortable position,” Taehyung commented.

With a hum, you agreed. “Give me a second, Kookie,” you sang. Jungkook protested when you pushed him back, his teary eyes looking up at you like you were made of gold. He sucked on his bottom lip as you moved backwards, sitting down on an old creaky bed that had been left behind in the house. All the colors were dimmed by the passage of time, but your body looked like it was glowing.

“I want more, please,” Jungkook begged, hesitantly crawling in your direction. “It just tastes so good. I’m so hungry.”

You pouted. “I know, baby, I know. But you drank so much already.”

Of course, you were teasing — just trying to get another minute of those cute pleading, desperate eyes of his. Jungkook didn’t disappoint, his hands landing on your knees and pushing them apart. “Please,” he begged. He was lucky he was polite. It was adorable. “Just one more.”

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “You’re being evil.”

“Look who’s talking,” you said playfully, reaching out to caress Jungkook’s cheek. The skin looked much better, you thought, much less thin and transparent. “Just another small bite, Kookie. I know you don’t wanna make me starve.”

“I’ll be careful,” he rushed to say.

You smiled. “Of course.” One of your hands grabbed his, trailing his fingers up until they were dangerously close to your heat, right over your femoral vein. “Right here.”

Jungkook swallowed dry, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes fluttered towards your mound. Your panties had been a clear white before — a color far too innocent for you to wear — but now they had mostly been tainted by the blood, decaying into a shade of red. Taehyung noticed it too.

“Wanna taste her there?” The older man asked. Jungkook mumbled something in return, unconsciously leaning closer to your heat. If he still needed to breathe, you were sure you’d be feeling small waves of air crashing against your skin. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I want it,” he spoke louder now, burying his face against your panties, nose brushing against your clit. Jungkook inhaled deeply, and he felt himself salivating. “She smells so amazing.”

Taehyung smiled, taking a step closer to the bed. You knew him for long enough to notice that he was up to something. “Yeah? Bet she tastes amazing too,” he commented. Now, his eyes fell back on yours. “Can he have a taste of you, love?”

In Taehyung language, it meant: can we take this to the next level?

You’d be silly to deny it.

“Go ahead, Kookie,” you told him, watching as the younger man wasted no time in tearing your panties away from your body. Jungkook didn’t even care about the blood soaking the fabric, you realized. He had new cravings in mind.

To be fair, all carnal needs are enhanced when someone is newly transformed — not only hunger, but need for rest and for sex alike. Jungkook showed it well, his eyes widened and a small trail of drool on the corner of his pouty lips when he dove into your heat. You couldn’t tell which sound was the loudest: your moan or Jungkook’s groan.

“S-Slow down,” you whined, but your request fell on deaf ears. The younger vampire was lapping your soaked folds like his life depended on it, sucking on your clit and licking the slick that gushed out of your entrance. The sounds were lewd, pornographic, overlapping the yelps falling from your lips or the pleasured moans that he let out. “J-Jungkook…” At the mention of his name, two strong hands landed on your thighs, pushing your body down against the old mattress. “I c-can’t, please, just take it easy…”

The older one chuckled. “Oh, to be young again,” Taehyung said sarcastically, crouching down to your level. His deep ruby eyes were stuck on yours, and they still felt like they could read through you after so long. “You were just the same when we found you, doll, don’t act all embarrassed now. I still remember it.”

You pouted. You didn’t want him to hold that against you now, of all times. “It was — ah, fuck — it was t-too long ago.”

Taehyung smiled, sitting down next to you. “Was it now? Time really changes after you’ve been dead for so long.” He hummed, leaning in to place a kiss against your neck, right over Jungkook’s bite. His tongue danced against the dry blood that was still on your skin, a pleasant grunt leaving his chest at the feeling. Another kiss, longer this time, and Taehyung leaned his temple against your shoulder, looking down at the eager boy. “You should’ve seen her, Jungkook. She wanted to ride my cock all the time.” There was something about his deep vibrato that was shooting straight to your core. “Couldn’t even sleep if I didn’t fill her up with my cum first.”

“You’re so d-dramatic, Tae,” you disregarded. Even if it was true. Even if you never fucked so much and so hard as you did when you were reborn into eternal life. You could only imagine what Jungkook was going through now, his fangs barely brushing against your clit as he sucked on it. “F-Fuck, Jungkook, right there.”

“Dramatic? It’s true.” Taehyung smirked devilishly, reaching one hand to push your hair away from your face, and you leaned into his touch. He was always so calm and controlled, almost feline with his movements. After being surrounded by ferocious beasts for so long, you’ve learned to be more cautious about types like him. “You know, I don’t think I ever told you this, but I’m happy you got turned. Something as pretty as you deserves to be immortalized,” Taehyung said, and you could not help the embarrassment you felt at his words. He sighed, looking down at the other man. “Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”

Jungkook nodded, pushing his head back enough so he could utter, “So, so pretty,” against your pussy lips. “Tastes so good too.”

“I know she does. Sweetest little pussy,” he remarked, slender fingers brushing down your arm, only to trail back up and cup one of your breasts instead, squeezing the flesh tightly. His fingertips were tinted by a vague shade of red, and you didn’t know if it was from you or from the hunt. “Such a pretty, pretty girl… so obedient too,” Taehyung trailed off, twisting one nipple between his fingers. You whimpered at the feeling, your orgasm growing exponentially with all that stimuli. “Make her cum, Jungkook.” Taehyung kissed your neck. “There’s nothing better in this world, believe me.”

Like magic, the knot in your stomach tightened and tightened until, with a final lick of Jungkook’s tongue against your sensitive bud, your high hit you like a gust of wind. Taehyung noticed the telltale signs instantly, holding you by the jaw and forcing you into a deep kiss, swallowing your loud moans as his tongue caressed yours.

Jungkook continued to lick your cunt clean until you were overstimulated, shaking and desperately begging for him to stop, to give you a break, and it finally seemed as if he had gained some sort of hold onto reality, because he listened.

What a mess, you thought, examining the mixture of blood and your arousal coating Jungkook’s face. His eyes were deep and blown out, heavy with lust, and you thought it was just a matter of time before he lost his mind.

It was Taehyung who spoke up first, directed at Jungkook. “Fast learner, I see. That’s good.”

You hummed in agreement, bending over so you could cup Jungkook’s cheeks, pulling him into a messy kiss. “Did so well, baby,” you mumbled against his lips. The depthness in his eyes seemed to retreat at your tender words, and his shoulders lost their tension. Such a good boy. So easy to please. “Sit back and let me make you feel good now. Can you do that for me?”

He swallowed dry, suddenly hesitant. Jungkook couldn’t think beyond feed and fuck, and it was an actual physical pain to go beyond that. “I’m— I don’t…”

“Shh, relax,” you cooed, getting up to your feet, and pushing Jungkook up as well. He followed the movement like a trained puppy. “Taehyung will let you drink from him now, okay?”

He was pliant as you turned him around and placed him on the bed, probably convinced by the prospect of blood. “O-Okay.”

Taehyung moved closer to him, pushing one of his sleeves up with agility. He signaled with his head towards his wrist. “I’m not big on the neck thing, if you don’t mind.”

“You don’t have to do that…” Jungkook said, but the ravenousness in his eyes told a different tale — he was trying, he swore he was, but those impulses were bigger, older than him, they spoke much louder than his rational thoughts, silencing his mind.

Jungkook seemed to be stuck in a trance until the abrupt movement of his pants sliding down his toned thighs shook him awake. His eyes snapped towards you, now kneeling in front of him, and then swinged towards the humiliation that he had almost forgotten about.

“Look at him, Tae. He made such a mess already,” you commented, speaking his shame out loud. The inside of Jungkook’s trousers was completely soaked, a mess of precum and cum that covered his (still) hard, leaking cock as well. He had enjoyed your taste way too much, and was unable to stop his own pleasure from spiking as soon as yours did as well. “Came all over himself. He must be so needy.”

Taehyung nodded. “Take care of him, love.”

Jungkook swore he had something else to say, but his mind was wiped clean when he felt your hand curling around his cock. He knew he wasn’t small, however, when he looked down and saw that your hand could barely hold him all the way, he thought he was about to cum on the spot.

“Want me to put it in my mouth?” You asked, doll-like eyes staring up at him. You smiled, and Jungkook could see the outline of your fangs poking your lips. “I promise I won’t bite.”

Jungkook could only nod. “Want it, want it so bad.”

You giggled, pumping his length a few times before your focus flickered back up. “Make sure he doesn’t get too loud, Tae.”

With those ominous last words, you lowered your head and wrapped your mouth around his tip, sucking lightly as your hand pumped his shaft. Jungkook groaned and threw his head back, colliding against Taehyung’s shoulder, and forced himself to keep his eyes open as you licked a trail up and down his cock, stopping to kiss and suck his balls before shoving him back inside your mouth.

“It’s— it’s so good—nngh!” Jungkook struggled to hold himself back, losing his mind in the tight warmness of your mouth. “I can’t believe you are…”

Before he could finish, Taehyung pressed his wrist against his mouth and, without a second of hesitation, Jungkook bit down on it. He couldn’t even understand what had happened for a moment, body possessed by an ancient desire for blood, eyes rolling back in his skull as the motion of your mouth against his length mixed with the delirious, feverish taste of iron on his tongue.

“Mmhpf!” Jungkook moaned desperately against Taehyung’s wrist, buckling his hips upward in search of more, anything else. His cock never felt so sensitive, throbbing and leaking like crazy with the slightest movement of your tongue against his slit. The blood was amplifying his pleasure by tenfold, making his eyes flutter shut as you tried to milk him. “Mmmmh— More, more, please…”

Taehyung had to hold himself back from laughing at his state, drool and blood escaping from the corners of his swollen lips. “Her mouth feels divine, doesn’t it?” He asked, not really expecting an answer. Jungkook only sucked harder, as if the answer was hidden somewhere underneath the skin. “Wait until you feel her cunt. Never gonna wanna stop fucking it.” He sighed. “Tightest, wettest little pussy I’ve ever felt.”

The thought alone made Jungkook’s hips buckle, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he pushed Taehyung’s wrist away from his mouth. You hummed around him, one hand playing with his balls as you continued to suck him dry — no pun intended. “Ah, please, please, please,” he was practically throwing a fit now, eyes closed and a thin line of tears streaming down his face. He must’ve been extremely overwhelmed with all the sensation he was getting — everything was so new, so much, enhanced by his new form. “I’m so close, please let me cum.”

It was Taehyung who answered. “Go ahead, Jungkook. Cum down her throat,” he commanded. “She’s a good girl, she’ll swallow everything.”

And you did, eyes closing as Jungkook finally released down your throat with a strangled groan, much louder than before. You moaned around him as he came, appreciative eyes reading his overwhelmed features until you noticed it was becoming too much for him to handle.

With a final kiss against his tip, you moved away and got up to your feet.

“There we go,” you said, a little triumphant. “Feeling better?”

Of course, you knew the answer before you even got it.

“Want m-more,” Jungkook stuttered.

You frowned, faking confusion. “What? More blood?” He shook his head. “No? What is it?”

Jungkook swallowed dry, resting his head against Taehyung’s shoulder. He looked so small like this, so pliant and submissive. “Wanna… wanna fuck you, please.”

“You just fucked my mouth, baby.”

Jungkook wanted to sob. You were being so mean. “Your p-pussy, please,” he clarified. “I wanna fuck you full of my cum.”

Hell, did the idea seem delectable — and, if everything went smoothly, it would eventually become a reality. Now, however, you were more concerned about your perverse streak. What could you say? You did like it when people cried and begged for you. It was good during feeding, and it was good in the bedroom.

“So sweet, Kookie.” You brushed his sweaty hair away from his face. You’d bet a full blood bag that Jungkook would be blushing out of his mind if he was still human. Pity. “But I think we have a problem. Taehyung hasn’t cum yet, and you’ve done it, what, twice? Don’t be selfish.”

“No, no— I’m… Please,” he cried out. “I’ll do anything, please.”

You sighed. “I think you’re under the impression that I’ll be nice every time you beg.”

Taehyung chuckled at your demeanor. It didn’t fit you to be so cruel — well, not under these circumstances. “Stop torturing him, doll,” he requested. “Jungkook, get up for a second. We’re gonna give you what you want.”

Every time either of you required a little bit of patience from him, Jungkook felt that he was going to break, like a small child throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get his way. Though, the idea of finally diving into your tight, sweet cunt was enough to make him suppress a frustrated groan, getting up to his feet and staring at both of you in expectant, polite silence.

Now, Taehyung thought, the true fun begins.

After a long, dramatic sigh, Taehyung patted his lap, signaling for you to move over. “Get up here, love,” he said, and you did as he requested. With your hands supporting your weight on his shoulders, you climbed on top of him, throwing one leg over his lap as you hovered over his covered cock. Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, one large hand touching your lower back as the other found solace in your upper thigh. “Take my cock out and put it where it belongs.” He placed a kiss right under your jaw, and you shivered. “Be a good girl for me, we have to give Jungkook a good first impression.”

You looked over your shoulder, taking a glimpse at the man in question as you opened Taehyung’s pants. Jungkook looked like he was one second away from completely losing his mind — hands closed into trembling fists, jaw clenching and a deep frown on his face. You knew he was respecting Taehyung out of fear and because of the age hierarchy in question, but you also knew it wouldn’t take much for him to throw all that out of the window and take what he wanted.

That was why you decided not to tease. Just as Taehyung had asked you, you took one hand between your bodies and held his large cock against your slit, sliding against your wetness before slowly sinking down on his girth. It was a delicious stretch, but you were so soaked that you barely felt it.

“That’s it,” Taehyung hissed, seemed not to notice that you were still staring back at Jungkook. “Nice and deep, love.”

Jungkook was salivating at that point, body twitching and fidgeting as he watched you being stretched by the other man’s cock. “You look so pretty,” he didn’t even realize he had spoken out loud. “P-Please, I need it. I need to feel your pussy.”

You ignored his pleas for now, eyes fluttering shut and head turning back to the man beneath you. “So good, Tae,” you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth, a slow and steady pace that was more of teasing than actual fucking. “So big.”

Taehyung grunted, slender finger digging into your plump ass, spreading your cheeks and giving the other a heavenly view of your slick. “Fuck, you have no idea how fucking tight she is,” Taehyung cursed, looking directly at Jungkook. He wanted to laugh at how broken the other man’s mind looked, completely drunk on the sight of your body. “Look, she’s soaking all over me. Such a greedy cunt.”

The other one shuddered. “This is torture.”

Taehyung smirked. “Is it? Feels like heaven to me.” He leaned in to place a kiss against your lips, following the twitching of your facial muscles as he reached a particularly deep spot inside you. Jungkook’s cock was much thicker, but Taehyung was long, and he could fuck you ridiculously well with it. “But you’re making me feel sorry for you. Come over here, Jungkook.”

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “W-What?”

“Don’t you want to feel her? Come here.” Taehyung waved him closer.

Jungkook took a couple reluctant steps towards the bed, his focus glued to the sight of your wet pussy wrapping around the other man’s cock.

“There we go. Stop moving for a second, love.” Taehyung tapped your back, and you instantly did as he said — though a shivering, frustrated whimper fell from your lips at the sudden lack of pleasure. “Think you can handle both of us inside?”

If Jungkook’s heart was still beating, it would’ve surely stopped by now. He couldn’t even fanthom the idea of fucking your pussy, even less sharing it with Taehyung at the same time. He had never done it before, and didn’t have any clue how to proceed.

For better or for worse, you didn’t seem as surprised as he was. “Yeah,” you agreed after a second of thought, and looked over your shoulder. You looked even more beautiful, if that was even possible, and Jungkook felt himself growing dizzy for a second. “Come on, Kookie. Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

Well. To hell with it.

Reservations thrown out the window, Jungkook moved towards you with a newfound sense of courage, holding your ass in his hand as he slightly pushed you upwards, until Taehyung’s cock was only halfway inside. Jungkook leaned in so he could find a better angle, the mattress dipping beneath one of his knees as he pressed his toned chest against your back.

“You sure about this?” He asked.

You nodded, biting your lip.

And so he started to move. Jungkook gripped his cock and tried to position it, but had to take a second to recompose himself when his tip slid against your soaked lips, bumping against Taehyung’s shaft. “F-Fuck,” he cursed. He shifted his weight from one side to the other, unsure how to go on. You looked so tiny, there was no way you’d take both of their cocks inside you.

Noticing his hesitation, you decided to soothe him. “Go ahead, baby. I wanna feel you too. I promise I can handle it.”

Fuck, he wanted — needed — to feel you as well. Jungkook simply nodded, trying to give himself a burst of confidence, as he positioned his tip against Taehyung, slowly pressing up towards your entrance. “I don’t know if— oh, shit.” He almost fainted when he managed to push himself inside, just the tip at first, then, slowly, the rest of the way in. It was too tight, he thought, and the little space left inside your pussy was overtaken by Taehyung’s cock, just pushing him further against your walls. He wouldn’t last. “Shit, shit, you’re so— oh, fuck.”

Taehyung hummed, eyes closing as he felt the other man move against him. “There we go, keep pushing in, she can take it,” he egged him on. Jungkook finally bottomed out, earning a soft yelp of pleasure from your lips. Taehyung groaned. “Theeeere we go. Good girl, very good girl.”

You soaked in his praise, supporting your head against his chest. The stretch was fantastic, and you only had to applaud your body for being able to accommodate such huge girths inside you. The perks of the undead, you guessed. “Feel so full,” you moaned out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook your senses. You thought that you could cum just like that, just by feeling the two of them inside your pussy. “J-Jungkook, please mov—Ah!”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was making your wish come true, starting with a fast and rough pace which was as unexpected as it was delicious. With a trembling gasp, you collided against Taehyung’s chest, weak hands trying to find support on his shoulders as you felt Jungkook’s cock splitting you open — hitting your insides again and again as his large hands tightened on your hips, making your ass bounce.

“J-Jungkook…” you moaned, delirious. “That’s so amazing.”

Taehyung placed a hand against your cheek, thumb brushing your parted lips. “Is he fucking you well, doll?”

You nodded.

Taehyung clicked his tongue. “Words. You know better than to provoke me.”

“Yes, he’s fucking me so well,” you manage to blurt out, a sentence which leaves you too quickly, too breathlessly, to be passable as normal. “Taehyung, please, I can’t…”

“Ah, ah…! But you told us you could handle it. Told both of us.” He looked beyond your shoulder as if to seek confirmation with Jungkook.

The younger one only groaned, only half aware of your mindless discussion. His eyes were glued to the movement of your ass when he plunged his cock deep inside you — hard, fast, like he wanted to breed you more than he wanted to give you any sort of relief. It was almost animalistic, primal, and it only seemed to grow stronger once his unexpected response came.

“She’s gonna take it,” Jungkook huffed out an affirmation. “I’m gonna make her take it.”

That makes Taehyung’s brows raise, a ghost of a smirk curling on his lips. “Hear that, doll?” He said teasingly. “You’re gonna take it, hm?”

“Y-yes,” you managed, feeling completely boneless. It was so much, but so good. “I’ll t-take it.”

“Good girl,” Taehyung mused, placing a small, tender kiss against your lips. All his careful, controlled movements contrasted against the harsh pace of the younger man, and you wanted to sob at the difference. Before you could do so, however, Taehyung looked at Jungkook and started speaking. “How does she feel? Worth the wait?”

Jungkook threw his head back, eyes closed tightly as he forced himself to focus solely on the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “So fucking good, she f-feels perfect,” he moaned, picking up the pace. You never felt so full before, both of their cocks brushing perfectly against every sweet spot you had, even if Taehyung still wasn’t moving. “Pussy’s sowet.”

“Yeah? Better fuck it right, then,” Taehyung teased and, as if he was following his own advice, began slowly thrusting upwards, intercalating his movements with Jungkook. The feeling made you moan out, unable to understand what you were feeling inside your guts. You could barely think, brain rattling inside your head — and apparently you looked the part, because Taehyung chuckled at your expression. “Look at you, love, so pretty full of cock. Such a good girl for us.”

“T-Tae,” you called for him without intention at first, then you realized what your body had noticed already — that deep pressure in your belly, the tingling pleasure that grew and grew between your legs, expanding throughout your limb. “I feel like I’m gonna cum again,” you concluded.

“Hm, yeah?” Taehyung mused. There was a strained edge to his voice now, a grunt that came from deep within his chest at the continuous movement inside you. “Whenever you want to, love.”

“She’s getting so tight.” Jungkook took a sharp inhale, fingers digging even more into your skin. His pace was brutal, bruising, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You had a fleeting thought that maybe you would’ve been dead already if you were human. “Just dripping all over us.”

It was clear that Jungkook was a goner, but even Taehyung, ever the controlled gentleman, was losing himself in that engulfing pleasure as well. You could see it in his eyes — deep, blown out, shivering with something carnal, aching for more. He found your gaze almost instantly and something seemed to change within his expression — a barely there tic, the faint brush of an idea. He moaned as he launched forward and, without much thinking, reopened the wound that Jungkook had caused earlier, puncturing the newly-healed skin with his razor sharp fangs.

“T-Tae!” you didn’t even know why you called his name, because he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. Not when the taste of blood intoxicated his tongue, mingling with the deafening pleasure of your sweet cunt around him. He was gone. “Why did you…”

A harsh suck against your neck got you cross-eyed, the previous sentence dying on your lips as you, yourself, sunk deeper into ecstasy, your pussy clamping down around their cocks as you came down hard. The smell of blood was all around now, you could feel it dripping down your chest just as your wetness did between your thighs; brain growing numb as the rigorous movement of both their cocks inside you only made your pleasure last longer.

“Tastes so good, love,” Taehyung’s voice was a deep rumble from somewhere beyond the veil, dragging you back into the moment. He was a picture of pure sin, clear as day and hanging like a threat before you. His lips were swollen, painted by faint strokes of red, and the feverness in his eyes infected you as well. “Here…” He looked down at your lips. “Why don’t you have a taste?”

Your body was pliant as you still recovered from your orgasm, and so you didn’t even flinch when his hand found your jaw, keeping you in place as his tongue moved inside your mouth. The taste of iron exploded in your senses, eyes rolling back as you sunk into that familiar euphoria. You used to do that before when you were younger — feed during sex — and, now, you were asking yourself why you ever dared to stop.

Before you could get too trapped in that feeling, Taehyung pulled back, his dark irises dancing to the man behind you. Now that everything was coming back into focus, you could hear Jungkook’s moans, deep and strangled, as his orgasm loomed dangerously close.

“Want some more blood, Jungkook?” Taehyung’s tongue was deep red when he poked it out, teasing the younger man. He smiled when Jungkook’s eyes widened — half in surprise, half in deep, primal hunger — and said, “Come get it, then.”

In a fast movement, Jungkook’s mouth was clashing against his, unraveling into a deep, needy kiss right over your shoulder. You felt as both of them started to fuck you faster, harder, Taehyung moaning possessively against the other boy’s tongue before, at last, Jungkook broke the kiss with a high-pitched sob.

“Ah! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook whined, placing his forehead against your shoulder. He could feel your pussy clenching around him, the head of Taehyung’s cock brushing right past his sensitive spot and it was as if he was going to pass out at any given moment. “Please, please, I wanna cum.”

“Cum inside,” you told him, empty eyes trying to focus on his face. “Fill me up, Kookie, I want it.”

And who was he to deny such a pretty, adorable request?

Jungkook reached his high with another, smaller bite against your skin — not made with the intention of actually feeding, but of allowing some of that pent-up anger to dissipate somewhere else. Your eyes rolled back when you felt his cock throb inside you, shooting thick waves of cum, and it was enough to tear a third orgasm from your exhausted body.

Without much thought, your eyes found Taehyung’s just as his were fluttering shut, his jaw clenching as his own orgasm got the best of him. It would’ve been romantic how close the three of you came if it wasn’t absolutely filthy and, by the time that the two of them pulled off you, the mixed wave of cum that dripped out of you was one of the most pornographic images you had ever seen.

Jungkook stared at it for a moment, slowly coming back into his senses as both his hunger and lust had been taken care of. For a second he was afraid that he might have hurt you, but your lazy, happy smirk was enough to soothe his worries, your head resting against Taehyung’s chest.

The older vampire caressed your back with slow, circle-like movements, holding himself up with another hand. “Satisfied, Jungkook?” Taehyung inquired, a blissful, fucked-out smirk across his face as well. There was a tinge of red on the corner of his mouth, living proof of the chaos that had unraveled in that small room. “We’ve had quite a feast tonight.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, somewhat embarrassed. His reasoning was probably coming back after he crashed from his blood-induced high. “I’m… feeling much better, thank you.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking at you. Everything felt way too casual, too tranquil after such an intense moment. But he didn’t want to make a scene out of it, no matter how awkward he felt. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You chuckled. “I liked it. I don’t break easily, you know?”

Taehyung hummed, running one hand up and down your back. “I can attest to that.” Taehyung smiled, placing a kiss against your shoulder. The bite marks there had vanished already, courtesy of your fast healing powers. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love. Then we all need to rest.”

You nodded, looking at the younger man. “Yes, rest lots, Jungkook,” you warned, an entertained undertone to your voice. “Tomorrow we’ll hunt again.”

The younger one was unable to hold back his smile. Jungkook couldn’t wait.