Glow For Me | M

glow for me | m

◇ in which Taehyung tries to ensure the outcome that he wants.

◇ Taehyung x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ words: 1.3k

◇ requested by anon; ohmygod you’ve got to write that creampie from vampire taehyung ahshdhfkkvjdhsjdjbh

◇ (in reference to my nsfw alphabet for vampire!taehyung) aND YES I COMPLETELY AGREE SOMEBODY HAD TO DO THIS jesus take the wheel

◇ warnings: creampie, overstimulation, really short, pregnancy kink, bloodsucking, major age gap of hundreds of years???? Lmao

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Taehyung was exactly 734 years of age.

Now, in the 713 years he has spent as a vampire, he’s been with numerous men and women; tried the strangest positions, spent hours indulging his deepest and darkest desires, dipped his toes into the pool of strange kinks and methods. And nothing — nothing — will ever come close to pleasing him as much as filling you up with his cum did.

Maybe the mate bond enhanced every touch and sensation, maybe the sight of him trickling out of you made him lightheaded, maybe the thought of you practically glowing with a bulging stomach lit the possessive fire within him — gods, he didn’t know. Maybe all three were the truth (they probably were), but there was one thing he was certain of and that was that the feeling of your walls squeezing around him and welcoming his seed with open arms drove him to madness — and pregnancy was only a plus.

Even now, years later from the first time he had taken you, he couldn’t tire from the feeling, or the mental image he had created of you, his child in your stomach. He loved it. He loved you—

“T-Taehyung!”

You were a sight. Your hair plastered to your forehead and bite marks carved into your neck, your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust and mouth fighting to form words. He could taste your blood on his tongue, could almost taste your arousal in the air, and he was sure that his eyes had turned completely pitch black from the sheer overdrive of his senses.

Every time he bottomed out in you, your pussy would suck him back in, pulling a groan from his lips at the mere thought of what was to come. Your hips in his hands, his knees pressing to the bed and the slap of his pelvis against your skin had him panting — as he had said, nothing better.

How many times had you came? He had lost count, but from the sight of the fatigue that was most definitely taking control of your body or how your eyes fluttered shut every few seconds from overstimulation, he guessed you were on number four.

“Tae!” You gasped wetly again, your head hitting the disheveled pillow beneath you with a dull thud and your neck stretching long and smooth. His eyes zero in on the bite marks he had reopened just minutes ago, then the trickle of blood that seeps from it. That’s his mark — because you’re his, his, his. Each thought is punctuated with a hard thrust that has you struggling for breath and Taehyung grunting into the hot air. “Ngh – I can’t – can’t take another one—!”

“I’m sure you can, my love,” he coos, breathless yet still mischievous enough to grin dangerously. He licks his lips, the faint taste of your blood sending a shiver up his spine. He meets your unfocused eyes, holding your gaze as he fakes innocence. “What’s wrong, huh? Does it feel good? You say you can’t take anymore but you want to, don’t you? Because you like not being able to take it—”

You keen in approval. Taehyung clenches his jaw, fighting to keep himself in control, and his eyebrows knit together in concentration as he hears your heart rate accelerate suddenly, your breathing speeding up and up and up and your pussy clenching around him so hard that he sees stars — then, your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches and you can’t even muster a scream. You lock around his cock so tightly that he fears moving will hurt you, but he knows you’re able to take it so his hips continue their plight to ride you through your fourth orgasm.

When you come down, falling limp to the bed with a tired moan, Taehyung can only grin. He’s still painfully hard inside you and his fangs are cutting into his bottom lip with the effort of not taking another drink of you, but again, Taehyung has had years of practice to control himself.

“Fuck,” you sigh, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Everywhere aches and you feel weak but not satisfied, and it’s all because Taehyung hasn’t let himself go yet. You had an inkling of suspicion that it had something to do with the mate bond and the need to… well, mate, but you knew this burning in your lower stomach wouldn’t stop until he was fucking his cum into you—

Taehyung watches in amusement as you whimpered weakly and began to raise your hips against his.

“Look at you,” he whispered, bending and licking the line of blood that had stained your neck. His hips began moving slowly again, strong yet languid movements that made him sigh. “You’ve came so many times and yet you’re still begging for me.”

You moaned fruitlessly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the movement of his hips — but he couldn’t have that, no, he needed you receptive to every movement and every touch, and so his gentle thrusts became rough rams into you, giving you just seconds to catch your breath before he repeated.

“I could make you cum so much that you’d cry,” Taehyung grunted, breathing heavily, “And you’d continue, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t stop until I came inside you — until I filled you up, huh? Got you pregnant?”

You answer with a loud gasp, and Taehyung grins, filled with adrenaline. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Be – be  pregnant with my child? Fuck, you would, of course you would, you’re my girl, my mate—”

Taehyung breaks off in a silent grunt, his eyebrows tilting low and his eyes narrowing in on yours as ecstasy courses through his body — at the last second, he bends and breaks the skin on your neck like he had earlier, the taste of your blood only heightening his senses and the pleasure running through his veins.

Fuck, this is what he meant. Your walls massaging and clenching around him like they depended on it, pulling his cum deeper and deeper and into your awaiting womb. There was honestly and truly nothing better than this, and that was including all 710 years of Taehyung being a bachelor and able to fuck around like he was king of the world.

He coos gently even minutes later when his orgasm has faded away, rocking his hips gently as if it was going to push his cum deeper into you. It’s only when you murmur something unintelligible and wind your arms around his shoulders that he collapses on top of you, licking at your neck.

“You’re horrible,” you whine, still panting. Your limbs tremble at the mere idea of moving and you feel as if you’re pulsating with the aftershocks of your lovemaking. Taehyung only chuckles deeply, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks affectionately. It’s all so sweet and intimate, despite the fact that he was still buried inside of you and would occasionally rock his hips. “Why do you always do this?”

He shrugs, but you have a feeling that he knows exactly why. “Just because,” he murmurs, kissing along your jaw. “You’re mine. I want everyone to know… Whether that’s from your bite marks, or from…”

He drifts off, but the hand gently massaging your stomach says much more than whatever he could have. “When the time comes, I’ll only be happy to raise a child with you. Or more than one.”

“Might not be that far off,” you tease sleepily, “With how you’re going.”

And who knows? Maybe there was already a vampire bun in your oven…

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wordcount: 3.6k

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There was only 2 more days left til Christmas and this would be one of the last nights Santa’s house would be open in the mall. You were already feeling sad about it. Not only because Christmas, your favorite holiday, would be over soon, but because you wouldn’t get to see your favorite Santa’s helper anymore.

You took another bite of your lunch, your eyes tracing the elf’s movements several feet away as you remembered the first day of the season when Santa’s house opened across from the store you worked in. You were working as a greeter that day, standing near the entrance of the store to try to draw in customers. The handsome guy with the dyed red hair, bright smile, and dimples instantly captured your attention as he walked by and you’d felt excitement surge through your stomach when you saw him go into the employees’ locker rooms. When he emerged dressed in a myriad of red and green, complete with tights, a floppy hat, and ridiculous curled-toe shoes, you’d almost lost it right in the middle of assisting a customer. The handsome guy dressed in some of the most stylish clothes you’d ever seen was working as one of Santa’s elves? It was too ironically perfect.

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Thirty minutes later, after he’d downed a quick breakfast and brushed his teeth, dressed and put his things by the door, he returned to the bedroom where she dozed.

He bit back a smile at the sight of her bundled in blankets and now hugging his abandoned pillow (a very poor substitute if you’d asked her. It smells like you but it’s not warm and it doesn’t hug back). He tip-toed toward her and let his knee sink into the bed in order to loom over her resting figure and press a kiss to her face.

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Summary: The runner of a nsfw blog, you’d never expected to run into a follower. You’re a dirty secret they kept to themselves. Then you run into Jung Hoseok, a frat boy and your biggest fan. 

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“I just told you.” She flops over, “I heard from the tenant that a couple of guys are moving into 105.”

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