#im obsessed....leather pants long bangs ponytail

[boymeetsweevil]

and wrapped your arms around my neck - nsfw

Pairing: Reader x Seokjin

Word Count: ~2k

Summary:  Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall

Part of you wants to see his expression, to gauge whether he’s weirded out by your hyper-sensitive neck. The other part of you wants to stay still and be good with the hopes that he’ll keep playing with you until your toes are curling in ecstasy.

You settle for something in the middle instead.

“How long have you been thinking about doing this?”

Based off this ask:

A/N: I’m so so so sorry this has been in my askbox for so long! When I got this I was a week into pre-finals and I wrote it really quickly thinking I would read it over and then send it out before finals but... Im just sending this out today w/o edits... Anon, I hope you didn’t lose hope!! Here you go!

Today marks the 3rd week that you showed Jin the surgery scar on your neck. It had been bugging him ever since, but not in the way that you had worried about, which was why it took three weeks for you to slip up and show your neck to him in the first place.

No, Jin hadn’t really thought much of the scar until he realized after watching more attentively how sensitive it made your neck. Being one of the few tens of thousands of people left who are descendants from the original 7 blood-drinkers didn’t ever seem to affect him until now. All of the sudden he was obsessed with your neck and the scar. It would have made his father ashamed how cliche he was being. But he couldn’t help it.

The first time he realized he might have a problem, he wasn’t even sober. A little after you and he matched on Tinder, you and he had decided to introduce your friend groups and hang out at a bar. He remembers very hazily watching you and your friend Yuna chat up the bartender to finagle a free round of drinks for your table. 

From what he’s managed to gather, Yuna has always been the touchy type-- especially when she’s inebriated. So when she slung her arm over your shoulder and missed, her hand slid down to rest at the space between your bare shoulder blades.You bent over the counter to give the bartender the impression you cared about his story about the onion tattoo on his elbow while Yuna’s hand wriggled up to lay at the base of your neck. The squeal you’d let out was loud and shrill, making Jin’s eyes snap open a bit in confusion. You shrugged her hand off and moved to collect the drinks Yuna got and turned back to the table. Jin wanted to ask if you were okay, but Yoongi handed him beer, breaking his train of thought.

The second time had been the day of your 1month anniversary of being exclusive. 

Jin, being the hopeless romantic that he was, insisted that you make a day of it and go out to eat. You, being the broke master’s student that you are, said it had to be a place where you could potentially pick up the tab for the whole meal and not be set back. You compromised by eating at one of the cleaner outdoor tables at a nearby off-campus Wendy’s. He’d made a big deal about taking you out like it was going to be a surprise bistro. When you took off the blindfold he gave you and saw where you were, you’d attempted to put him in a headlock, but he was too tall and his shoulders were too broad for you to get the right grip.

After a hearty meal of chicken tenders and french fries, Jin shakily pulled a rather expensive necklace (real silver, because you told him your skin was sensitive once) out of his pocket. He’d tried to be extra and push your hair off your neck and put it on for you, but once his fingers accidentally skimmed your neck you shrieked just like you had at the bar and shot away from his grasp, banging the crown of your head against his chin. You blew him in the parking lot as an apology after you put the necklace on yourself to make up for injuring him, but his ego still hurt.

He’d tried asking you about it once. It went something like:

“How come you always do that?”

“Do what,” you’d asked. 

You wrinkled your nose at the smell of the smoke filling room. Yoongi’s parties were notorious and you were definitely grateful for the invitation but he needed a new dealer because his green smelled like shit. Jin reached a hand over to play with the loose hairs that didn’t fit in your ponytail and you unconsciously leaned away.

“That,” he tried again and you ducked again, “How come you always do that?”

“What are you talking about?”

You looked genuinely confused and that’s when Jin realized maybe he would need to approach things differently. 

Today he would do just that.

“Lie down for me. On your stomach.”

You blink owlishly at Jin’s request, you hands freezing in the middle of putting you hair in a bun to save your neck from the sticky summer heat. Jin, on the other hand, seems completely serious and completely comfortable with the situation as he gazes at you from the other end of the couch.

“W-what for?”

“I just want to try something,” he says. When you fail to budge he adds an imploring “Please?” You gape at him again. Jin hadn’t said please since date #2.

“If you stick your thumb in my ear again after you’ve licked it, I’m calling the police.”

“That was one time,” he gripes, “Besides, that’s not what I’m gonna do.”

He gets up from his spot on the couch to give you room to stretch out. The feeling of warm leather cushions on the skin of your arms and legs doesn’t exactly feel good as you lay across the couch. But you’re a sucker for Jin, despite the fact that he’s a brat 90% of the time.

“What are you gonna do,” your voice is muffled from speaking into the upholstery.

“I told you, I just want to try something. Just promise me you won’t scream,” he says, his tone dripping with smugness.

“Why the hell would I--”, you feel Jin gingerly grip the ends of your hair and move it to lay piled on the crown of your head, his fingers splayed across your scalp to hold the locks in place. “Jin?”

"Hmm?” He hums in response and you feel couch dip with the weight of him situating himself to straddle you.

He reaches out and lightly swipes a fingertip across the smooth scar tissue that travels across the nape of your neck. The resulting deep shiver you give brings a slow, dark smile to his face and he can’t help but chuckle. Fucking finally, he thinks.

Part of you wants to see his expression, to gauge whether he’s weirded out by your hyper-sensitive neck. The other part of you wants to stay still and be good with the hopes that he’ll keep playing with you until your toes are curling in ecstasy.

You settle for something in the middle instead. 

“How long have you been thinking about doing this?” 

He rewards you by blowing a small gust of cool air against the clammy skin. Its a nice break from the balmy air.

You’d had the scar for a while, and although you weren’t uncomfortable with it when you were by yourself, other people’s aversion to it influenced you to keep it covered by your hair or clothes most of the time. You thought that since you’d started dating Jin a few months ago he hadn’t managed to figure out what you’d been hiding. Apparently not.

“Wendy’s,” he says, leaving you with not even enough time to let out a ‘what the fuck’ before he invades your space.

He leans down until he’s close enough to inhale the scent of your skin. It smells of clean sweat, lotion, and soap. If you asked him how he felt about the smell on any other person, he’d probably say that he didn’t have any feelings about it. But with you and your neck...its delectable. And he has the sudden urge to use his teeth. Perhaps its the 3% blood-drinker in him, he muses. He probably just has a neck fetish, though.

The plush feeling of the tip of Jin’s nose running along your neck while he settles comfortably on top of you is almost relaxing. Its not enough, though and it leaves you feeling restless enough to wiggle impatiently. He responds by pinning you more firmly to the sofa. His free hand is large and too warm as it wanders up the side of your torso and pulls down the collar of your t-shirt to make more of a landing strip for him. Soon after, his tongue licks a stripe up the skin he just exposed, stopping just below your hairline before going back down to the scar and laving neatly at it.

“Oh my god, Jin.” you whisper. Your voice is small, like being trapped in your throat with all the little gasps he’s wrung out of you so far was enough to call it quits entirely.

“Too much?” He selfishly hopes you say no.

“No, just keep--shit.” 

With your permission, he begins to grind against the thigh he’s laying over. He times each swipe of his tongue to the rhythm of each hip swivel. Each choked off gasp you emit eggs him on further until he nips roughly at the skin without thinking. You gasp at a pitch different from before and he shifts to give you a little more space.

“Sorry, is this okay?”

“Jin, please, its fine. Please. Just-just touch me, okay?”

“Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

He renews his efforts, but this time remembers to wriggle a hand between you and the couch cushions so he can stick his hand up your shirt. He tries to pinch your nipple like he knows you like, but the angle is awkward. It must still work though because soon you’re also snaking your hand down to rub yourself through your underwear. It makes him throb in his pants and suddenly he wishes he had taken his pants off before trying this, but he’s in too deep now. Every time he humps down against the flesh of your thigh you arch upwards into him and press against his length. The constant friction is just on the right side of painful and he’s so certain he’ll come any minute. With that thought he abandons the tight grip he’d developed in your hair and uses both hands to roll and pluck at your nipples. You adjust the angle of your wrist, though its tricky, so you can grind your clit against your palm and crook your fingers deeper against your walls. Everything is wet and sticky and it should be uncomfortable but its not and then Jin moans, high but quiet, in your ear and the pressure in your core seems to snap. You shake as your orgasm overtakes you and sob into a throw pillow as your toes tingle with warmth.

Jin clumsily turns you over, all the while mumbling ‘I want to see your face’. Once you’re on your back, he settles back over you, instantly latching back onto your neck. This time he opts for sucking slow, wet kisses onto the column of your throat until they turn to hickies. Meanwhile his hand finds purchase on the curve of your hip and uses it to yank you as close as possible while he rides on the meat of your thigh. You rake a hand through his sweaty hair and murmur filthy things into his ear until he comes with a shiver into the crook of your neck. 

You both spend a few minutes just breathing shakily on the now disgusting pleather sofa. The popcorn ceiling really needs to be redone at some point, you realize. After what seems like forever Jin removes himself from your neck and sits up on one elbow to look at you. His hair resembles a cockatoo’s feathers and you have to look away before you laugh in his face. 

“What’s funny,” he grins down at you, “I want to laugh too.”

“Go look in a mirror, then. Your hair is a mess.”

“I would say the same to you but actually now I don’t think should.”

“What does that mean?” You shuffle out from under him and head to the bathroom. 

“Baby, wait. Don’t!” He tries to run after you but the awful feeling of underwear sticky with sweat and drying cum made him slow to a waddle. He hears a gasp as you see your reflection in the bathroom mirror. He winces but still comes over.

“Kim Seokjin, what is wrong with you? Look at this, you did this to me!”

He nods bashfully without looking. He doesn’t need to. He knows what the giant dark bruises already blooming on your neck look like. 

“If its any consolation, you have a beautiful neck and I think you should stop hiding it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fair enough.”