Fuck baby.. you’re so sensitive (Patreon)

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Jimin is trembling, his heat not giving him a second to think normally, and he can’t fucking decide if he should send Jeongguk away or take him to bed.

The werewolf seems to be thinking the same thing, looking at the bed, then at the door.

It’s up to him and he knows it, but he can’t function. If he weren’t in heat he’d probably never ever let Jeongguk near him, but he’s so horny, and fuck it. Just this once.

He pulls Jeongguk by his wrist towards his bed, and Jeongguk does not have to be told what to do. The instant they’re in his bed, Jeongguk’s hands are all over him, feeling up his bare skin greedily. 

Jimin thought his body was heating up, but Jeongguk feels like a fucking stove compared to him. His hands are hot, leaving a trail over his body everywhere they touch. 

“Fuck- Jimin.. can I really?”

“Nng-“

That’s the best yes he can muster. 

Jeongguk gasps softly, then his nose presses against his neck. Jimin doesn’t really care for werewolf customs, but he likes the way Jeongguk goes insane for his scent, mouthing at his neck while his hands roam over his chest, down his abs, teasing over his vline.

Jimin moans, throws his head back just at that feeling. He’s never been touched before, and it’s his first heat, and just this is enough to drive him insane. 

Jeongguk pants against his neck, licks a trail over it, sucks new marks over the ones he made the night before, a soft growl rumbling from his chest. It reverberates just right, makes Jimin shudder. 

But when Jeongguk’s big, warm hand slowly wraps around his cock his body full on spasms, and he comes just a second later, dirtying his stomach and Jeongguk’s hand. 

“Fuck baby.. you’re so sensitive.”

Jeongguk whispers, kisses over his jawline. 

Jimin groans, unable to think clearly. He just wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s broad shoulders, pulls him closer, kisses the crook of his neck and breathes him in too. Maybe it’s delirium, but god, Jeongguk’s scent is driving him insane. 

His fangs elongate, and as he nears that sweet spot on Jeongguk’s neck, realises he’s about to fucking eathim. 

Luckily, Jeongguk’s survival instincts also kick in, and Jimin finds himself pinned to the bed by his wrists and neck. He would have said something along the lines of sorry if Jeongguk didn’t look like he fucking loves the thrill.

“Fuck- that’s dangerous.” Jeongguk laughs. “Does that always happen?”

Jimin wants to say he has no clue how to work with his heat at all. It’s his first one, and his first time having sex at all. He doesn’t really know what his body responds to. 

All he’s learned is that vampires have a heat every 4 years and it lasts somewhere around two weeks, in which he can reproduce with another of his kind. 

So, sharing his heat with his natural enemy isn’t really in any book, and he basically has no clue how this will play out.

“Let’s establish some ground rules now that you’re a little sane.”

Jeongguk proposes, letting go of his neck.

Jimin nods.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Mn- mn-“

Jimin shakes his head immediately, frantically even. He hasn’t had his first kiss and he sure as hell doesn’t want to give it to Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“Can I kiss you everywhere else?”

Jimin nods. 

“Can I make marks on you?”

“Mm.”

Jimin nods again, only because it’s already happened and it didn’t feel that bad.

Jeongguk’s eyes travel towards his neck.

“Can I.. bite your neck?”

Jimin can smell the air spike with Jeongguk’s scent, and he must really want that. Jimin knows what it means for werewolves to be bitten there, that it’s a mate for life claim. He also knows it won’t really work on him, and he does like to be bitten.

So he nods, and Jeongguk’s eyes widen. 

“Really?”

“Mmh.” 

“Good. Okay, good.” Jeongguk nods, seeming to get more impatient now to get back to it. “Can I suck you off?”

“Yeah.”

Oh good, his voice is getting back. 

“Rim you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck you?”

“.. yes.”

“Knot you?”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the mention. He completely forgot wolves have a.. have.. a knot. Just the idea makes his cheeks burn up.

“No.”

There’s a hint of disappointment in Jeongguk’s eyes, but it doesn’t discourage him at all, if anything he seems eager to do whatever to him, eyes running over his body like he can barely hold back.

“You sure? A knot can feel—“

“Fuck me before I change my mind.”

“Okay— yeah, on it.”