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Word of The Prey

Chapter 5 - Cruel Destiny

Warnings: Mention of blood and death, mentions of violence and injuries.

Pairing: OT7x reader, ???x reader

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: Sorry for the little unannounced hiatus. My mental health kinda went in the shitter, so my mind was elsewhere, but hopefully, you'll enjoy this next chapter! I'm also going to be posting character inspiration boards and information about the characters as they appear.

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When you opened the door, a lifeless body laid at your feet. There was a moment of uncertainty about the poor soul dropped on your doorstep but there was a distinguishing feature that made your heart drop to your stomach. Peeking out from under the sleeve of his coat, the bold tattoos that you spent hours looking at earlier in the day were staring back at you.

You let out a small scream which alerted the rest of the boys, before anyone could say anything else, Jin grabbed his body and pulled him into the kitchen, and placed him on the kitchen table. Jungkook was still unconscious, your mind started to race, you had only seen him a few hours prior, what had happened between then and now. You are brought out of your thoughts when Yoongi grabs you by the shoulders, giving you a slight shake “_____, Jungkook needs you, I need you” he said staring into your eyes. You give your head a shake, before directing your attention to the two other boys standing over Jungkook. “Jin, I need you to grab all the blood bags you can carry, Hobi I need you to bring me my herbs and salves from the medicine cabinet” you say a little louder than you intended. Jin was gone in a flash, but there was a slight hesitation from Hobi. “Which herbs do you want ?” He questioned, your focus had shifted from Hobi to Jungkook’s form without even looking in Hobi’s direction. You just yell “All of them!”.

With the distractions gone, you place your hands onto Jungkook’s torso, feeling the broken ribs practically protruding from his body. Without even realizing you ripped the shirt from his chest placing your hand directly on his chest. You feel your own energy and power move from your body and you direct it into his. Pushing his body to heal itself.

Time seemed to have stood still. Your hands are still on Jungkook’s body, you can slowly feel his ribs shift back into place, but he is still unconscious. Jin and Hobi finally return with what you sent them for. You direct Jin to start feeding the blood bags into his mouth, pouring little bits under his tongue, rubbing his throat slightly to encourage him to swallow. Hobi carried two baskets with the mixed herbs and salves that you have collected over the years. With one hand still on Jungkook’s chest, the other rummages through the basket searching for the herbs you need. You take both hands and rip up some of the herbs and mix it with the blood that Jin is pouring into his mouth.

You rub the mixture on to all the open wounds that covered his body. You quickly realized you were running out of everything, the blood bags were almost gone, your herbs were down to the last batch, you placed both hands on Jungkook's torso and put your entire focus and energy into him. You feel your legs start to get weak but you push through the feeling, putting your weight on to the table in front of you. It wasn’t until you felt your knees buckle that you remembered there were three other people in the room with you.

You felt a light hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see Yoongi, his eyes two black orbs. You heard a low feral growl come from him as you watched him pierce his wrist with his teeth. He motioned for Jin to open his mouth and carefully allowed for three droplets to fall into his gaping mouth.

You were too busy watching Yoongi try to save your new found friend that you hadn’t noticed Hobi grabbing you by the arms and holding you up. The four of you stood in silence, hoping that it would work. Yoongi had switched spots with Hobi, now holding you when you noticed his arm was still dripping with blood. You weakly wrap your hand around his wrist and use the little remaining energy you had to close the wound on his arm. You could feel Yoongi shaking his head, no words were exchanged between the two of you and you watched Jungkook’s still lifeless body.

The four of you sit in deafening silence for what feels like eternity. No one dared to make a sound, all eyes were trained on Jungkook’s body looking for any sign of life. You could feel the tears starting to brim on your waterline, threatening to spill over the top. You felt sick to your stomach like something from inside of you was being ripped away. You had closed your eyes for a moment to gather some strength when you heard Jin yell “His hand moved!”your eyes opened and you were met with Jungkook’s gaze. He was barely conscious but he was conscious.

You moved towards Jungkook, placing your hands back on his chest, using the little remainder of energy that you held, Jungkook’s wounds were closing and you could feel his bones shifting back into place. Jungkook gave a small smile, grateful for everything you had done, that was the last thing you saw before your vision went black.

Your brain was swirling, it felt like you were falling, but the ground wasn’t getting any closer. You could feel the wind around your head and the crying of a child that made your heart ache. A crying child, wailing for someone, your head was pounding, your mind confused on what to feel. Where were you, were you dreaming? You were very confused, what was the last thing you remembered? The crying continued around you, but the wind had finally stopped.

The crying got louder as you remembered Jungkook’s lifeless body laying on your kitchen table. You remembered the heart wrenching feeling you had in your chest when he laid there lifeless. Why did you feel like that? Why is the crying getting louder, you look around trying to see anything but darkness surrounds you. You want to scream and cry and curse whoever has cursed you with this immortality.

You can feel the tears burning your cheeks, your heart felt like it was going to be ripped from your chest, when you heard the soft voice of someone familiar. “C’mon Kid, you have to wake up, the boys need you, I need you”. There was only one person who called you Kid, Yoongi. The crying started to get softer till it was barely a soft whine, darkness still surrounded you but your head had stopped pounding. A sense of relief flooded through your body, the reason you were initially unsure. Then you remembered before everything went black, Jungkook smiled, he was alright, you had managed to save him.

That is when the voice returned, “_____, wake up, you’re scaring me, please” It was Yoongi again, his voice was softer this time, his voice laced with concern. With the little energy you had, you pushed through the darkness, following Yoongi’s voice, slowly the darkness started to get lighter.

The room around you started to become clearer, you weren’t in your room as you were expecting, rather you were Yoongi’s bed.

You slowly opened your eyes, even the dim light in his bedroom was like bright beams of light. Yoongi’s eyes met yours the moment you opened your eyes, his eyes were filled with worry and his eyes were red from crying. You had known Yoongi for over two centuries and you had never seen him cry.

It was like a wave of relief broke over Yoongi, tears continued to fall down his cheeks. You raise your hand to cup his cheek, and wipe away the stray tears. You felt the upturn of his mouth as he smiled at your actions. “You scared me there Kid” he said barely above a whisper. You go to say something but your throat is dry, you swallow trying to get the words out. Yoongi passed you a glass of water, bringing it up to your lips.

You take a sip, “How’s Jungkook? Is he okay?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded, “he’s in your bed, we didn’t know where else to put him” you nodded to his words. Knowing that Jungkook is safe and no longer on death’s doorstep, you can let the emotions that had been built up for the past few hours out.

The tears started falling down your cheeks, the look of concern returned to Yoongi’s face. “Kid, what’s going on?” you both sat in silence for a moment before you told him about what you experienced when you passed out. You recalled the intensity of the crying, how it almost turned to screaming at one point. You remembered the feeling when you thought Jungkook was going to die, the feeling of your heart being ripped from your chest.

Yoongi’s face held a scowl as you continued to tell him how you felt. Before he spoke, he passed you a blood bag, forcing you to drink before continuing your conversation. You sat up and drank the blood bag, checking the date, it was fresh just yesterday it was collected. The blood brought back some of your energy but not enough to satisfy Yoongi. He pulled you onto his chest, running his hand along your back.

“Now Kid, I need you to tell me about Jungkook, and how he came to be one of us” he said as his tone turned serious. You look up at his face, resisting the urge to touch his face, you take a breath before starting to talk. “He was walking home from volleyball practice when he was drawn into the woods because he heard a baby crying, he was knocked out and woke up with a huge chunk missing from his arm and his heart no longer beating” you said, no longer able to keep Yoongi’s gaze.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Yoongi digested the information you had just given him. The silence gave you a moment to start thinking again about how you felt when you found Jungkook on your doorstep.

“Hey, Kid, look at me, what’s on your mind” he questioned, titling your face towards him. Through tears you tell him about how you felt like your dormant heart was going to be ripped from your chest. This information piqued his interest, similar to your thoughts about the similarities between both yours and Jungkook’s turning.

You both returned to silence as Yoongi was running his fingers through your hair. The sensation was calming, your mind was still racing about the feelings you had while trying to save Jungkook. You were about to open your mouth to say something but Yoongi laid there with his eyes closed humming softly. You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift to sleep, suddenly your eyes get heavier and you realize that Yoongi was helping you sleep. Normally you would resist but tonight the help was welcomed.

The night went by and before you knew it the light was beaming through the small window in Yoongi’s basement bedroom. You opened your eyes to Yoongi’s watching your every move. There was a comfortable silence between you both, a small smile crept up your face. You were the first to break the silence “I wanted to ask you this last night but, did you find anything in the lore you were researching” you questioned, there was silence before he spoke.

“You know me and lore, I don’t like it because it’s often far from the truth,” he said, his tone flat. You nodded agreeing with his words. Part of you wanted to continue with the questions, but something was telling you not to press further.

What you didn’t know was Yoongi hadn’t been asleep. His mind was racing the entire night, replaying the words you spoke before you drifted to sleep. Yoongi had been keeping details from you, about how you came to be like him, he was terrified to tell you as he can’t risk losing you. He has also been keeping secrets from his past away from you. He can bear the thought of the look on your face if you knew that he was involved with the monsters that were killing young students before their experiments hit an immoral level.

Yoongi closes his eyes for the first time all night, his stomach filled with dread. He knows he has to tell you but now there are more pressing issues.

You looked up at Yoongi, you could tell he was deep in thought, his brow was pressed together and he was biting at his bottom lip. You aren’t sure what takes over you but you pulled yourself into his lap, grabbing his face in your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You pulled away and there was a surprised look on Yoongi’s face. “What was that for” he questioned, a small smirk appeared on his face.

You smiled “Thank you for taking care of me”. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him, rather you got up and started your way towards the bathroom “I’m going to have a shower, you’re more than welcome to join me” you say throwing your t-shirt in his direction. You had barely turned around when you heard the scurry of his feet across the floor.

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Word of The Prey

Chapter 4 - I Know What You Are

Warnings: mention of death and blood, mention of violence.

Pairing: OT7x reader, reader x???

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Romance, VampireAU, UniversityAU

Word Count: 2k

A/n: Here is the next chapter, with a new character introduction! Hopefully you all enjoy :)

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The air on campus was tense, there was an increased security presence and students were traveling in groups. You check your phone, a reminder stared back at me, meeting with Jungkook. Your mind was racing thinking of how you would approach the topic of vampires and the insane statement that he was one. You get closer to the campus coffee shop where you set to meet Jungkook. Suddenly the air changed, there was a slight breeze that suddenly disappeared. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, your head swivels looking for the source of the eerie atmosphere. The once crowded campus square was empty, the air silent, till in the distance the faint cry of a child that knocked the air from your chest. The cry was identical to the one you heard the night you were turned.

Just as quick as the cries started they were gone and the light breeze returned like it had never left. Your head is swimming, you look around for anyone who looks familiar, but everyone looks like strangers not paying any attention to you. You make a mental note to mention this to Yoongi tonight, butterflies fill your stomach as your thoughts drift back to the night before. You shake your head and finally enter the buzzing cafe. You settle into the back corner with your drink and start working on the project.

You are brought back into reality when you notice Jungkook walking in dressed in light blue jeans and almost matching denim jacket. You smile and give a slight wave to show him where you were. You were back to your original predicament. How were you going to do this, as Jungkook got closer when you decided to wing it and hope for the best.

You waved your hand in Jungkook’s direction. There was a bright smile on his face as he got closer to the table, the smile slips slightly and is replaced with confusion. The shift was quiet and barely noticeable, but it was enough to put you on edge. You greet Jungkook before he goes to order a drink, if your heart could beat it would be beating out of your chest at this point. Panic was written across your face but as Jungkook started walking back in your direction, you replaced the panic with a smile.

The conversation starts casually between the two of you, talking about your course loads and complaining about the amount of work. Your attention is directed at the project, deciding on who would be doing which part. It was easy for Jungkook to tell you were distracted to the point of saying “Earth to _____”. You smiled and apologized and made an excuse about a lack of sleep.

Without even realizing an hour has gone by and you start to panic that Jungkook was going to leave before you had a chance to talk to him about his secret. Then it dawned on you, speaking in his mind would definitely get his attention.

“What is the due date for the project again” you ask in his mind. Without any hesitation Jungkook answers out loud “in about a month, I think like October 20th” he responds. You put on a look of confusion “I didn’t say anything dear” you respond. Jungkook’s face is covered with confusion, you could hear his thoughts as if they were running a mile a minute. The conversation continues between the two of you when your patience starts to run thin.

“You and I are the same, I know what you are” you said out loud this time. Jungkook cocked his head to the side with confusion and he replied “A virgo?”. You roll your eyes “No you dipshit, an immortal blood-sucking vampire” you reply in his mind. As if the blood were to drain from his face, Jungkook started to stutter, mumbling something about being late for practice. You grab his hand to stop him. “I know you can sense there is something different about me, that’s how I was drawn to you in the first place.” Jungkook sat down slowly, he swallowed hard before answering in your mind “That’s why I sat next to you on the second day of classes, I had only sensed one other vampire after being turned, I didn’t know more were around here”.

You gave him a warm smile before explaining that most vampires have the skill to sense when other vampires are around, by either smell or through a sixth sense. Jungkook nods his head absorbing all the information you were piling on him. But now wasn’t time to learn about vampires, but time to learn about Jungkook and how he became one.

The tone turned serious as you turned to Jungkook with a straight face and asked the question that has been on your mind since you found out he was a vampire. “Who did this to you” you questioned. There was a moment of silence before Jungkook started talking

“I don’t actually know, it was all a blur. I was walking home from volleyball practice last year and I was crossing through the park to get to the dorms when I heard a baby crying in the woods. It was like I was drawn to it and then I was struck in the back of the head.” He said his tone was riddled with sadness.

Hearing Jungkook’s story made your heart sink to your stomach, it was almost identical to your turning over two centuries ago. You’re brought out of your thoughts as Jungkook continues to tell his story.

“I woke up to this throbbing pain in my arm and when I looked down there was a huge chunk missing but no blood was coming out. My arms were tied behind my back. I was so freaked out that I hadn’t even noticed that my heart wasn’t beating or that I wasn’t taking any breaths. I ripped the ropes and just started running home and I just continued to live life as normally as I could.” He said looking at your face for some form of acknowledgement.

You smiled while your mind was still swimming at the similarities between you and Jungkook. “When did you realize that something was different with you?” You questioned. There was a pause before Jungkook started talking

“It was after a couple days, initially I was completely in denial pretending that my heart was still beating. But by the fourth day the thirst started and no matter how much water I drank I couldn’t quench it. Foods that I once loved were making me gag and when I finally decided to get groceries seeing the raw meat made me salivate. The second I got home I cooked a piece of steak and I threw up instantly when I ate it. I’m not sure what took over me but I ate a piece raw and that was when I finally felt relief from the thirst. I was lucky one of my buddies worked at a slaughterhouse and he was weird as hell and would let me take blood from his work and I drank that for the first few months” he said with a smile.

You nodded as you listened to Jungkook relay the information but the more he spoke the more your heart sank. You had never realized how fortunate you were to have Yoongi in your corner walking you through all the changes that your body faces in the first few months as you adjust to your new life. It made you emotional knowing that Jungkook went through it alone. “But you’re not the first vampire I’ve met,” he casually mentioned. Another vampire? Your ears perk at this information “Another vampire? In this area” you question. Jungkook nodded.

“He said his name was J, that was all he told me. I met him about six months after I got turned, he found me in a bar across town. He introduced himself similarly to you, talking to me in my mind. He gave me the basics of what I needed to know to not be dangerous to humans and not turn others. I was only in contact with him for about a month” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

The anger spread across your body, knowing that someone had abandoned a new vampire, in a town that could’ve been his buffet. “So he just left you, no further contact?” You questioned. Jungkook shook his head no.

“Well, you’re more than welcome into our family, there’s four of us all together. If you want we can take you under our wing and help you train and hone in on your powers” you say with a smile. Jungkook’s eyes lit up at your words, he nodded excitedly “Yes please, the whole reason I transferred universities was in hope of finding more people like me, I’ll be honest it’s been very lonely” he says, his voice wavering slightly. You grab his arm, and smile “Welcome to the family kid”.

You and Jungkook, chat back and forth for another hour learning more about Jungkook’s short time being a vampire. “So _____, how old are you actually?” Jungkook questioned, his hands under his chin. You smile before shaking your head “How old do you think I am?” You reply. There was a slight pause before he responded “a hundred and two!” He exclaimed, you laugh “Jungkook you’re making me feel young, I’m two-hundred and forty, I’m coming up on a quarter of a millennium”. Jungkook’s mouth fell open “well you certainly don’t look your age” he laughed.

You finally bid Jungkook goodbye, your chest feels lighter now that one mystery was solved. But bigger issues are at hand, where are all the missing students? You message Yoongi to see if he is still on campus, while you wait for his response, there is an eerie atmosphere on campus. The air was silent like earlier before you met Jungkook. The silence is deafening, there was a faint cry again but it was gone the second your phone vibrated a message from Yoongi was on the screen, he was home and you were stuck on campus.

Feeling productive you decided to go to the library to do some research on local lore from the early 1800s, when the lore was at its highest. With books scattered around you, it doesn’t take long for a few hours to pass and the thirst for blood to get stronger. You didn’t realize you had been sitting for so long, you stand and stretch your limbs stiff from sitting in the same spot for so long. You were about to call one of the boys to come and get you but instead of bothering them you decide to get a taxi home and save the boys a trip.

Your taxi drive home was calm, the soft music playing on the radio relaxed you further. Today was the first time in weeks that you had felt this relaxed, you smiled to yourself and butterflies filled your stomach thinking about introducing the boys to Jungkook.

You walked up the stairs to the house and you could see the boys sitting in the living room playing some video games, you could see them arguing about something. Seeing them happy made you smile. You were home, the boys were your home.

You walked through the door and Yoongi was the first one to meet you. “So how did it go with the kid, did he think you were insane?” He said laughing. You gave him a slight punch in the shoulder, “a little, but he wants to meet you guys, and I may have already offered to train him and take him in with us” you say grinning. “I’m finally not the youngest!” Hobi yelled, pumping his fist in the air.

The celebrations were cut short when there was a knock at the door. You open it and there’s a beaten figure that was dumped on your doorstep. Immediately you recognize the tattoos on the right arm - Jungkook.

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Pairing: 0T7x Reader, Reader x ???

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Smut, Romance, VampireAU, UniversityAU

Warnings: This story will mention blood, death, sexually explicit scenes and chapters. The story will also cover harder topics, warnings will be included in those chapters.

Word Count: In progress

Character Introduction

Chapter 1 - Gut Feeling

Chapter 2 - A Cult from Twilight?

Chapter 3 - Deja Vu

Chapter 4 - I Know What You Are

Chapter 5 - Cruel Destiny

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Word of The Prey

Chapter 3 - Deja Vu

Warnings: Smut (18+ MDNI), longing between reader and Yoongi, mentions of death and blood

Pairing: 0T7x Reader, reader x ???

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Smut, Romance, VampireAU, UniveristyAU

Word Count: 2.2k

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a/n: I’m gonna start by saying sorry, life got super busy and insane. I’ve finally have the chance to write now so hopefully I can get more consistent chapters out. I do have the Moodboards that I made that helped inspire the direction of the characters, so I may post those for shits and giggles in the near future. Anyway enough rambling xD

The weekend was boring to say the least, but after the past few days boring was needed. Everyone in the house was doing their own thing. Normally this wouldn’t worry you but you haven’t seen Yoongi since early Friday and Monday was now looming closer. There was a part of you that knew it would be smarter to leave him on his own, knowing he is working through something and needed to be alone. But there was a gnawing pit in your stomach that told you to check on him.

The pads of your feet stick to the wooden stairs as you approach the basement. The humidity was insane for the time of year, you shook your head. The environment has changed so much in the time you’ve been alive but there are those who continue to believe that global warming doesn’t exist.

Distracted by your own thoughts, Yoongi was already standing at the door, confused by your presence at his door “______ what’s wrong?” he questioned. You shook your head “There’s nothing wrong, I was just worried about you. You’ve been down here alone all weekend” you said with a tone of concern. Yoongi walked away from the door inviting you into his room. It was dark with a single lamp lit on his desk, illuminating the scattered papers. Your eyebrows scrunch as you get closer to the desk trying to read the writing, they weren’t in any language you knew. You turned to look at Yoongi, your face riddled with confusion.

“Yoon, what is all of this?” you questioned sitting next to him on the bed. He doesn’t look at you right away, instead his head lands on your shoulder. This pit in your stomach grows stronger, you can feel the anxiety creep through your chest. “I can’t lose them again” was all he said, his voice barely above a whisper. You turn to look at Yoongi, the circles under his eyes darker than normal. He looks exhausted and defeated. “Yoon, go take a hot shower, I’ll get a blood bag and put some fresh sheets on your bed and we’ll watch a movie. We can talk about this in the morning” You say ruffling his hair. You expected complaints and him to fight your suggestion but instead he nods his head and walks towards his bathroom. “Will you join me?” he questions.

Silence fills the room as you hear the shower turn on, your mind is spinning. You haven’t seen this side of Yoongi in decades. Your brain is telling you leave Yoongi to himself but your heart is telling you to take care of him. Your body goes into autopilot, quietly removing the clothes from your body, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

You slide the curtain to expose Yoongi’s exposed behind. It takes all self-control to not grab his ass but it was not the time. Yoongi stood there under the water, his head completely under the stream of water. The droplets were rolling off his back, you hug him from behind, you can feel his body relax. You pull him from under the water and grab the shampoo to start washing his hair. “Really Yoon, a 3-1 shampoo and body wash, you are better than this” a small smile appeared on his face “next time we get groceries I’m getting you better shampoo” you say wiping the soap from his eyes.

You can feel a smile pulling on your face. Yoongi has always held a special spot in your heart. You knew he was always in your corner, you’ve spent the most time with him. Yoongi could appear cold and unfriendly but few knew his true self, you were one of the few that would see him this vulnerable. His back turned to you again, the soap slowly dripping down his body. His body language was different now, back to himself. You tap his shoulder to get his attention “I’m gonna get out now, you take your time. I’m going to get the bed ready and we can talk if you want.” you say giving a kiss on the cheek before getting out. You could feel his eyes trailing down your body as you got out. Your stomach filled with butterflies but you left before anything could go further.

You got one of Yoongi’s t-shirts to wear, snuggled under the blankets. You could feel the coolness from your still damp hair on your back when you heard the shower finally turn off. Yoongi came out seconds later with a towel wrapped around his waist and water still dripping down his body. You swallowed, he was making this hard for you. You looked away as he was looking for clothes, knowing his towel would drop at any moment. “C’mon ______, don’t tell me you’ve gotten shy, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before” he joked. You threw one of the pillows at him in protest. He laughed, changing quickly and joining you in bed.

He pulls you onto his chest, you both in silence for what feels like eternity until Yoongi starts talking. “I’ve been doing research on missing students across the country. I was going back decades at first. But I ended up going down a rabbit hole and looking at lore in the area.” Your ears perked at the mention of lore. Lore was something that Yoongi rarely mentioned, he hated the horror stories that were created about vampires especially when they got the origin wrong. “Lore, that’s weird for you” you question. “Yeah I know, but I did find something. It seems like this area was a breeding ground centuries ago and many still inhabit the area. Including those bastards that like to experiment.” he said through his teeth.

Yoongi continued talking but you started to space out. Thoughts were flying through your head. Was it fate bringing you to this town as it was the first university that all of you got accepted into that also had medical school. Many more questions filled your brain but you were brought back to reality when Yoongi grabbed your hand and you found him staring at you. “Yoon, what ya looking at” you said with a small smile on your face. “I wanted to thank you for coming to check on me and making me stop. If you hadn’t shown up I probably wouldn’t have stopped” he said staring at your hand. You grabbed his face, running your thumb across his cheek. You could feel him lean into your hand “Anything for you Yoon, you know that” you say lightly kissing him.

The kiss was soft and loving, emotions were vibrating from both of your lips. The kiss started as innocent but quickly turned into feral need. Both of you were fighting for dominance, biting at each other's bottom lips and teeth clashing. Yoongi looks down at what you’re wearing “fuck you look good in my clothes, better without it” he says ripping the shirt from your body. He growls at your lack of underwear, leaving you completely exposed. His lips go straight for your neck, biting attempting to leave marks but with no luck. That doesn’t stop him as he moves down your body, grabbing at your breasts, twisting your nipples causing a moan to slip from your mouth. “I see you haven’t changed _____, still sensitive as ever” he says with a smirk.

You want to curse him but your mind is mush. Your core is dripping and clenching around nothing and Yoongi has barely touched you. His mouth has traveled to one of your nipples with his fingers twisting the other. His tongue flicks your hard bud so well, you feel yourself clench, yearning for more. “Yoongi, I need more. I need you” you say breathlessly. It was like Yoongi was waiting to hear you say a magic word, his hand left your nipple and continued to travel further down your body.

You feel your stomach tighten as he gets closer to your core. His finger traces the outer area before running his finger through your folds collecting your juices and bringing the finger to his mouth. “Still tastes as delicious as I remember” his pupils are darker than before. “But I don’t have the patience to taste tonight, I need to feel you around me” he says moving to position himself between your legs. “But I got to warm you up first, can’t let my princess get hurt” he says as he slides one of his long slender fingers inside you. A moan leaves your mouth, finally something inside you. He moves his finger slowly at first but that doesn’t last long and another finger enters you and he starts moving them at a faster rate. You could feel the band in your stomach get tighter, moans are leaving your mouth more than you’d like but Yoongi knows your body better than you. His thumb starts to rub circles on your clit “_____ cum for me, I know you want to” he says his eyes are completely black. His fingers rub on that rough patch inside you and it’s like your body is immersed in intense pleasure. Your body shakes through your orgasm, only once you open your eyes Yoongi stops and positions his cock between your legs.

He slowly pushes between your folds collecting your juices from your orgasm and coating his cock. He pushes the tip into you slowly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. You gave a smile indicating you were ready to continue and Yoongi started a brutal pace of pounding into you. You close your eyes as you can feel yourself start to build up to another orgasm. Yoongi moves slightly putting your legs on his shoulders letting him get deeper, hitting the right spot with every thrust. The band in your stomach was getting ready to break and you could tell he was getting close as his thrust was getting more erratic. “Cum with me” you say, pulling Yoongi down to kiss him. Yoongi increased the pace of his thrust and his tongue entered your mouth. The change of angle and speed was enough to send you over the edge, you cum clenching around Yoongi’s cock, pushing him over the edge as he empties into you.

He pulls out slowly letting his cum drip out of you. He leaves the bedroom momentarily to get a face cloth to clean you up. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Yoongi returns with a warm towel and wipes up his mess. He throws it in his hamper and joins you back in bed. Both of your naked bodies together, his hands running through your hair, your head on his chest. You weren’t sure who fell asleep first, you or Yoongi.

Your sleep was disturbed by loud banging on the door, only one person could be this impatient; Seokjin. Without waiting for anyone to answer the door, Jin comes through the door “Yoongi! Get up we're going to be late, I still have to go get ____ up” he yells. You and Yoongi both sit up in bed, both still naked from the night before. “Well, it seems I have killed two birds with one stone. Get up, were leaving in 15 minutes” he says not acknowledging both of your lack of clothing.

Neither you or Yoongi say anything but you get out of bed first grabbing what was left of Yoongi’s shirt from the night before. “Wait, let me get some clothes from your room, have a shower and I’ll be back with clothes” Yoongi says as he pulls on a pair of jeans. You only nod, your brain still filled with sleep.

The hot water on your skin brings you out of your fog, but also reminds you of the events from the night before. It wasn’t the first time you and Yoongi had been intimate but this felt different. It wasn’t blowing off steam or frustration like usual. It felt more emotion driven. You shake your head, stopping yourself from over analyzing things further. A quiet knock brings you back to reality, it was Yoongi with a small pile of clothes. You poke your head out of the shower to thank him for getting clothes, he comes up to your face brushing the water from your face before placing a small kiss on your temple and a quick peck to your lips. You smile, instead of questioning his intentions, you decide to enjoy the moment.

You get dressed and enter the kitchen before Jin can have a conniption. You grab the extra coffee from Hobi’s hand and the four of you start the journey to campus. You didn’t have much planned for today. Your one class got canceled, but you had a meeting planned with Jungkook today at the cafe on campus.

“Guys, how am I supposed to tell Jungkook I know he’s a vampire?” you questioned. Hobi behind the wheel looked at you through the rearview mirror “I told you I was a vampire after I showed up on your doorstep after you know” he said, his voice growing gloomy with each word. “You and Yoongi found me after the accident in the village” Jin said scratching the back of his head “it was hard not to tell you were a vamp, especially with the amount of blood and the fangs” Yoongi quipped. Jin was quick to give him a smack on the back of the head. “You guys are no help” you say defeated. “You’re on your own Kid” Yoongi said, looking back at you with a wink.

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my top 10 bl drama’s of 2022 🥳

1. KinnPorsche The Series (I mean, what can I say?she’s in a league of her own like.. she’s really that bitch!! Everything about this series is just.. incredible!! all of it!! I can even count how many times i’ve rewatched tbh highly highly highly recommend you watch it!!)

2. Bad Buddy (yes ik this technically came out in 2021, but!!! it didn’t end till 2022 so it still counts!!! I will not shut up about them especially now knowing my patpran are coming back! tyvm!)

3. Cutie Pie The Series (ngl I did not think watching ep1 that i’d love this series as much as I did but I throughly enjoyed every ep and fell in love with all the characters too.. & we’re getting more?! we love it)

4. Love In The Air (I like to pretend this show isn’t from the likes of m*me but.. what really pulled me in was the immense chemistry between the four leads like.. you can’t make that up!! I enjoyed both storylines too but the raw chemistry really sold it so well)

5. Between Us (waited so long for this series and for my winteam to come home and its giving me everything I ever wanted! I’m so in love with this series and getting a deeper look into win and team individually & together also all the uwma references?? amazing)

6. Blueming (wow wow wow!! this series!! its so beautiful and touching and just feels so grounded & real if that makes sense? Idk I think it’ll make sense if you do yourself a favor and watch this incredible series, I really can’t recommend it enough)

7. Semantic Error (this has to be one of the best kbl’s I’ve ever seen no joke. I can’t even put it into the right words to express how good this series is, you just have to experience it.. if you haven’t yet, watch it rn!!)

8. To My Star 2 (tho i’m not a huge fan of miscommunication being the central problem of a story, I really think it was executed beautifully here while staying true & in character to the two leads)

9. Not Me Series (ik you’re probably wondering why this isn’t higher on the list and it has nothing to do with the actual series bc I honestly loved it but more to do with the fandom. I won’t get into it detail but the experiences I’ve had and things I’ve seen said really put a bad taste in my mouth.. so much so that this is the only series on the list I haven’t rewatched.)

10. Kissable Lips (we are in desperate need of more vampire bl’s and they really delivered what they needed to & you know what? I ate this one up so so much)

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Dude…

This

Needs.

To be a thing.

Is all I’m saying…

So here for a Zee/Max series ya’ll 🔥

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I would love to invite you to join in with one of my all time favourite hobbies: watching the episode 9 temple scene frame by frame

because it

is truly

a joy

not only can build make his face do smear frames irl, but the panicked pete expressions are just unmatched

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Okay the time has finally come for my "asking for science" post.

Please send me pictures of Bible's side profile!

(Cause I'm conducting a science experiment, for a friend.)

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↳ Index [Day 21 - Amazon Position]

Pairing: Good Boy!Seokjin x GFD!Reader

Kinks: protected vaginal sex, oral (f.recieving), multiple orgasms, praise, nippleplay & sucking, sensory deprivation, handjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (m.recieiving), Jinnie being a whiney mess, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: i feel like irl!jinnie is actually into getting folded in half during sex, he gives me those vibes. and i am loving that he does fnadsf. also the domestic softness in this has me swooning omfg have fun besties 🖤

Seokjin lifts his head from between your legs, brown hair ruffled and puffy lips drenched in your sweetness. He is breathing heavily, fingers groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Fucking hell”, you get out and sigh, rolling your head to the side in exhaustion. Your head is pounding and your pussy is throbbing as a result of your orgasm dying down slowly.

“One more?” he asks, eyes glued to your puffy, wet lips and tongue aching for another taste of them.

“Just…” you spread your legs further, “…don’t ask, do it.”

Seokjin goes down on you with a moan, eyes falling closed in bliss and fingers slipping back inside just to curl right against your g-spot. It is so swollen and sensitive already, courtesy of the five orgasms he has tickled out of you by now. Number six is very well on its way and knowing your terribly hot boyfriend, it won’t be the last of this morning.

“Mhhhm fucking hell”, you groan, chasing him just as much as you are fleeing him. You love and hate this. You are in heaven and hell. Your clit is so incredibly sensitive that even just the slightest touch of his tongue makes you flinch and yet you don’t want him to stop. Riding on overstimulation is so goddamn addicting with Seokjin.

Seokjin soothes you with soft kisses each time you flinch, slowing down his tempo until your thighs stop trembling and your tummy stops clenching. And only then he begins anew, dancing his warm tongue over your clit while his fingers move against your g-spot.

Seokjin woke up horny today. He couldn’t even deny it with the huge morning wood he was sporting. Now bear in mind, Seokjin is sporting a proud boner on most mornings, but today it was of horny nature and not just a simple natural reaction. You decided to wear the socks he got for you for your anniversary last week and you looked so goddamn sexy in them that Seokjin couldn’t help but ask you in his sweetest voice if he could have you. You said yes of course because Seokjin is incredible in whatever he does in bed and you were horny yourself. No particular reason other than that you are dating the most handsome and sexiest man in history and his slightly raspy morning voice did way too many things to you.

Keep reading

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i get deeply addicted to a prison called you (x)

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Write My Name

Alternative Title: Corruption Kink Go Brr

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (minor Mingyu x imaginary fem!reader? it'll make sense once you read it 😭)

Synopsis: What happens when your roommate finds out you write fanfiction smut? Naturally, he helps you find inspiration.

Genre/Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, unprotected sex (it be pretty vanilla idk), virgin!reader, switch!vernon, big dick!vernon, kind-of-dom!reader, heavy foreplay, missionary, riding, fingering, breast play, creampie, dirty talk, minor corruption kink, non-idol!au, use of profanity, vernon low-key possessive/jealousy, fake Kpop boy band!Band Boys, mentions of idol!Mingyu 👀, fluff, crack, mild idiots-to-lovers, roommates

WC: 4.2K

Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozis-wife @multihoe-net

A/N: I'm delusional when it comes to Vernon wbk 😧 I feel kind of bad constantly writing the same kinds of stories for him . . . But I didn't know who else this would fit? (What if I switched around Mingyu and Vernon brrr lol) This isn't my best work, but I spent half a day on this, so please love me anyways :') A shout out to @junkissed for turning this idea into something tastefully nasty 😘😅

Caressing your bare back, Mingyu held you close to him as he rolled his hips into you, relishing each spasm of your walls around his cock as it glided against your wet and warm walls. Your hands flew up to his tanned and toned chest, splaying across his golden skin before they curled up into firsts. His calloused fingers traced down the expanse of your back, settling at your shoulders to better stabilize you on his lap.

Mingyu leaned in for a kiss, and though it was fleeting, his lips didn't dare leave your body. They lingered on the corner of your mouth before harshly sucking blossoms into the nape of your neck, finally placing a soft kiss on the bare skin just above your breast. Every touch was intoxicating and tantalizing. Despite giving you his all, there was a carnal desire growing in the center of your chest that selfishly wanted more after all these years of resisting him.

Little did you know, he wanted you just as much - if not more. Mingyu snapped his hips harder into you, the tip of his dick rubbing against your g-spot. Your movements sputtered; you quickly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders to better stabilize yourself. Lost in bliss, unbeknownst to you, a pornographic moan -

"What are you doing?" your voice interrupted his reading.

Vernon looked up from your silver laptop, the back littered with various stickers you've collected throughout the years, sitting on the granite counter. He blinked owlishly at you standing in the doorway of your bedroom just a few feet away from the kitchenette. Eyes silently examined your form now dressed in pajamas: an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny shorts. Were they always that tight on you?

A look of panic washed over your face. You raced and slammed the laptop shut. Spinning around, you eased your back into the granite counter and leaned back to peer up at him. Your bottom lip drawn in between your teeth, you searched his eyes for any signs of distaste.

You were spiraling. How much did he see? How much did he read? Vernon probably thought you were a fucking weirdo now. You were nothing but a crazed fangirl who projected your sexual fantasies onto reader insert smut fanfiction about your bias in Band Boys. He was probably going to call Kino now and expose you, and Kino was popular - your whole social life was about to come crashing down.

"You, uh . . ." Vernon pointed at your laptop, looking over your shoulder, "Write."

"Shut up," you cut him off.

He took a step back from you, alarmed at your abruptness. Vernon hasn't ever heard you been this direct before.

"I," You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a heavy sigh, "Please don't tell anyone . . . I know it's . . . weird."

Vernon frowned. Did you really think he was that judgemental?

"Why would I?" he asked, shrugging. Apple in hand, he made his way to the brown leather couch and plopped onto a cushion. "It's not weird . . . do what you need to do, ya know?"

Now it was your turn to be surprised and stare at him blankly. Vernon noted the way you shoulders visibly relaxed, a light breath escaping through your plump, well-moisturized lips. Your eyes fell downcast on your toes. Though you appeared more relieved, the shame still felt heavy on your shoulder.

Vernon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, taking a bite of his apple, chewing the fruit slowly, figuring out the best way to comfort you right now. Did he ask to read more? Did he ask when you started? Why you started? Does he . . . compliment you? Admittedly, what you wrote was kind of hot. He was flustered indeed, but it definitely tickled his brain just right.

Just as you slid your laptop off the counter, glumly trying to sneak back to your room, Vernon sat up at the speed of lightning and blurted after you, "Have you ever had sex before?"

Slowly like a hot pocket in a microwave, you turned around, an incredulous look on your face. You and Vernon were roommates - friends at best due to the nature of proximity these past few years. You had rules you both mutually agreed on; for example, you’d cook and he’d clean. You split laundry days between Mondays and Thursdays. It was also just a nice coincidence that neither of you were really into the youth culture of nightlife. You spent Friday nights together, staying in and watching movies. If you were feeling expensive, you’d split money for a night out at a cinema – dinner if you got a bonus at work.

And admittedly? You were kind of attracted to Vernon. He wasn’t ugly – anyone with eyes could see it. His deep set eyes and tall nose – it was as if Adonis constructed Vernon from clay himself. It didn’t help that he was also so . . . mellow. You never thought you’d go for a man like him, but he had your interest piqued.

All that aside, however, you never considered you and Vernon close enough to talk about such intimate subjects like sex. Your friend had merely introduced you to him after you told her you were looking for a place to stay and he conveniently was also looking for a new roommate to split rent with.

How were you supposed to answer that question? Let alone, when you knew the answer to his question was 'no'. That would only complicate the situation and make you look even more unearthly. A twenty-something-year-old who hadn't lost her virginity yet when all of your friends handed them out when they were eighteen. Hell, with how good-looking he was, Vernon definitely had to have had something before.

"S-sorry," Vernon muttered when he noticed how silent you were. "I just . . . don't want to make things weird between us. I think it's cool that you write."

"Please don't," you huffed, knowing he probably just felt bad for catching you and putting you in this situation. "Look, you don't need to pity me or anything. It was my fault for leaving such a . . . private document out in the open, my laptop sitting out here. Should've been more careful."

"No, no," Vernon waved you off, "It's totally fine - like, I mean . . . I shouldn't have been snooping either. Just . . . curious what had you smiling like that all the time when you were typing away on your laptop."

"Oh god," you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You know, it's been a long night – you . . . do whatever you usually do on Fridays, I'm gonna go to bed–"

Fumbling with your words, you failed to notice Vernon abandoning his apple and launching out of his seat. He wrapped his hand around your bicep as if to keep you from running away – though you wondered why the hell he would want to do that. Shouldn't he be appalled at this point?

“What are you –”

“Why are you writing about fucking Mingyu when I’m right here?” Vernon blurted.

Your words got lodged in your throat. Were you hearing him correctly, right now? Was he really just implying that he–

“Fuck,” Vernon said breathlessly, “Exposed.”

“What?”

The grip of his hand loosened, his hand falling limp to his side. He looked back up at you with the same blank and wide-eyed expression. Vernon opened his mouth as if he was going to say something before it clamped shut again.

“Oh fuck it,” you mumbled.

In a blink, your lips crashed into his, your hands flying up to cup his jaw. You caught him off-guard for a moment, fear creeping up your spine when he didn’t react to the kiss. Just as you were about to pull away, he dove in deeper forcing you to lean back, his hands squeezing your sides and tugging you close until your hips met. You felt him rock into you, his member strained in his sweatpants grazing just barely past your core. Immediately, a heat pooled in between your legs, a small moan fell from your lips that Vernon gladly swallowed whole. You were surprisingly sensitive.

When your lungs burned for air, you finally released one another, panting and breaths mixing in the little space between the two of you. Vernon rested his forehead against your own. His hand trailed up your bare arm to caress your jaw. The rough pads of his thumbs brushed against your newly moisturized and gleaming skin. He smiled softly, knowing you took your night skincare routine really carefully. Your eyes were tightly shut; he could tell from your uneven breathing (while his own was finally falling steady) that you were nervous more than ever. Hoping to soothe your worries or whatever was on your mind, he tilted your chin up and kissed you once more – softer this time, with less fury and passion compared to before.

“What are we doing?” you asked when he released you.

“I dunno,” he muttered into your cheek, “But I kind of like it.”

Butterflies flapped wildly in your stomach. You silently cursed yourself for being so affected by his simple words.

“Sorry,” you placed a hand on his chest pushing away, “This isn’t what–”

Immediately, he scooped you up and pressed you closer to him. A shrill sounded through the room and rather than being annoyed, Vernon thought it was the cutest shit ever.

“I want this if you want this,” Vernon reassured you.

“What do you mean by ‘this’?” you asked hesitantly.

He grinned, planting a wet, long kiss on your cheek before he answered. “I’ll help you write better sex scenes.”

You blushed profusely. From the way his signature low laugh bubbled from his chest, his gummy smile displayed on his face, you were genuinely confused. Did he actually know what he was offering you or . . .?

He placed you gently on the couch and straddled your hips; his apple had been abandoned and rolled onto the floor at this point. You sputtered at the feeling of his member sinking along your core. Hands on either side of your head, he hovered over you, carefully monitoring for any signs of hesitancy and discomfort.

“We can stop here if you’re not comfortable to continue?” he asked softly. You could already feel him getting up, lessening his weight on you.

Your hand shot up to wrap around his wrist, boring your gaze into his own. Silently willing him to stay.

“Words, Y/N,” Vernon encouraged you. “You have to tell me what you want.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat, rubbing your thumb along his forearm. “I want . . . you.”

“Louder,” Vernon was already settling back on top of you again.

“I want you, but . . .” your voice trailed off.

“But?”

“I’ve never . . . done it before.”

“Oh? You’ve certainly written like you’ve done it a lot,” Vernon remarked.

“Yeah, well,” you looked away sheepishly. It was embarrassing every time you had to explain to someone you were some old crusty virgin. “Tumblr has some pretty, uh, vivid stories.”

He could feel you wriggling underneath him as if you were trying to get away.

“Hey,” you continued, “If you don’t want to . . . um, sleep with me after finding out, we can just–”

“Corruption kink go brr,” Vernon interrupted you.

You stopped all your movements and fell back with a small “puff” from the couch, staring at him incredulously. “Did you just–”

He cut you off, pecking your cheek. “Y/N, it’s not anything to be embarrassed about,” then the corner of your mouth, “I’m . . . honored you want your first time to be with me.”

“Um . . . thanks?”

Vernon peered down at you with adoration – a little too lovingly, it kind of freaked you out. No one, at least what you were aware of, has ever looked at you with hearts in their eyes like that. Let alone, it was Vernon, the man who was reachable, yet unreachable.

He captured your lips in one last kiss, his hands playing with the hem of your t-shirt. Slowly, you felt his rough pads running across your bare skin. Each brush sent electricity through your body as your lips languidly moved against one another. He broke the kiss momentarily, swiftly taking your t-shirt off your body – or so he tried. Your shirt got caught on your head.

You whined in embarrassment, still laughing nonetheless.

“I’m so sorry,” Vernon exclaimed. He stuck his hand between the shirt and your face to help you shrug it off your form. When the piece of clothing fell off onto the floor, Vernon leaned in to peck your lips again. He pouted playfully, “Sorry.”

You shook your head in his hands, your fingers coming up to wrap around his warm and strong ones. You had thought the first time you slept with someone, you’d feel embarrassed about being so vulnerable, but sitting half naked in front of Vernon was oddly comforting.

You felt safe.

Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you boldly kissed Vernon again to distract him as your hands fumbled with the waistband of his sweatpants. He groaned as you palmed through his underwear at his hardened cock. His hands traveled down to your breasts, his thumbs brushing across your nipples. You pressed your chest deeper into his hands, wincing in pleasure at his touch. Similarly, Vernon found himself unconsciously gyrating into your small hands.

All that smut reading and writing must’ve done you well because your touch was intoxicating.

“I need more,” Vernon muttered into the kiss.

“Take me,” you panted, “I’m all yours.”

Quickly, Vernon pushed you back down onto the couch. He gave your bottom lip one last harsh suck before standing quickly to remove his clothes. You were too stunned to take off your shorts, staring in awe at his dick that was red and angry, slapping against his abdomen.

Vernon was fucking huge.

Not that you had anything to compare it to, but you’ve fingered yourself before – you could hardly stand the stretch of two of your own inside.

“I-is that going to fit?” you asked.

Vernon grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. He was quick to slide off both your shorts and your underwear at the same time, tossing the garments aside to somewhere else in your apartment. Unconsciously, you felt your legs fall, your knees knocking against each other to hide your sopping wet core from Vernon. He didn’t let you stay that way for long, however. Vernon pushed your thighs apart, marveling at your pretty, untouched hole. He felt his cock twitch.

“It will,” he replied, “I’ll make it fit.”

“What?!”

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. His hands started trailing down from your knee, resting in the junction of your hip. Your breath hitched, forgetting how appalled you were earlier.

“I’m clean by the way,” Vernon said nonchalantly. He looked up at you to make sure you were okay.

“Huh?”

“I got checked for STI’s after my last partner,” he elaborated.

“Oh,” you nodded. “Um . . . same – I mean like, I haven’t been checked in a while, but I’ve never slept with anyone so, yeah.”

He chuckled at your naive demeanor. So fucking innocent and for him to ruin, but he was a responsible young man. His mom raised him right, so he had to check one last thing. “Um . . . condom or . . . no?”

“I have an IUD,” you said shyly.

“I’ll still wear one if you want me to.”

Weirdly, that was kind of heartwarming.

“I’m fine,” you said even quieter this time.

He felt his dick twitch again. First time? Raw? He was going to be in for a ride.

“You sure?”

“I trust you.”

Vernon leaned in for a chaste kiss. “Gonna stretch you out first, okay?”

You shrank back and gingerly nodded, bracing yourself.

Gently, he nudged aside your folds and slipped in his index finger in one swift motion. Your warm walls spasmed as his finger glided in and out. You squeezed one of your breasts as he intruded your entrance, grimacing at the pleasure of his touch. As he felt your walls finally relax around him, he took it as a sign to insert his middle finger too.

You gasped at the stretch. “Vernon!”

“You’re doing so well,” he hushed, his free hand coming up to rest on your mound in an attempt to steady you. “Already so wet.”

He pressed his thumb into your clit, drawing figure eights and gradually increasing the speed his thumb was moving back and forth. Pleasure surmounted in your lower abdomen, the sensation of butterflies transforming into something more heavenly. Your walls squeezed around his fingers, slick dripping out of your hole, the pleasure building up so seemingly fast, yet so slow. Had he not been so hard, Vernon may have let your orgasm right there, but he had said it himself: “Corruption kink go brr.”

He wanted you to cream on his cock your first time.

Slipping his fingers out, you moaned at the emptiness, but it didn’t last for long. Vernon reclaimed his spot in between your legs and aligned his member with your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked. You were already sweaty, hair sticking to your temple. He brushed them away, tucking the few strands behind your ear.

You nodded in reply.

“Words, Y/N,” Vernon chimed.

“I’m ready – please, I can’t take this anymore.”

“Eager baby,” he teased.

“Vernon–”

You didn’t finish your sentence; Vernon plunging his girth into your plush entrance, a burning sensation developing at the stretch. Vernon groaned at the feeling of your rings contracting just around the tip of his member. Despite his best efforts to stretch you out, you were still as tight as ever.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, nails clawing into his forearms.

Vernon stopped in his tracks, dipping down to capture lips in hopes of soothing the pain. “I got you, I got you, I got you,” he chanted. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, swallowing your cries. His lips grazed against your cheeks, down to the column of your neck, sucking and licking at your sensitive spot. “You tell me when to move, okay?”

You drew your lips in between your teeth and nodded vigorously, arching your back and pressing your breasts into his own toned pecs. He continued to pepper kisses across your body, planting blossoms along the hidden spots of your skin.

You were truly a blessing in disguise and he was beyond blessed to have you in his life, let alone have the privilege of being in between your legs now.

Unbeknownst to you, somewhere along the way, Vernon realized that he liked you a lot. There was no grandiose epiphany of “OMG I’m in love with her” when he woke up, no light bulb that went off after one of your movie dates (yes – to him they were dates, he just never told you), no moment where you were suddenly glowing like an angel in the kitchen while making ramen. Loving you was easy, so the feeling came subtly like a quiet cat sneaking inside a warm house to sleep late at night. Eventually, Vernon wanted to confront you about it and as open as you were with him, he could sense that there was a piece of you that always held back.

As awkward as it was how all this started, Vernon would like to think it was rather serendipitous that he stumbled across your smut work – and speaking of which, he hopes he could give you a better fuck than you could ever imagine with Mingyu. Yeah, he knew of the guy – you played Band Boys music videos all the time and squealed whenever tall, dark, and handsome appeared on screen.

“You can move,” you tapped his bicep. You wiggled your hips towards him to make a point.

Slowly, Vernon disappeared inside of you, his dick feeling every ridge and valley. You were warm and with the exception of the struggle of getting into you, your walls were wrapped so snug around him. His hips stuttered when he felt his tip nudge your cervix eliciting a small jump at the unfamiliar sensation, a pleasurable hiss escaping your lips.

Vernon pulled back, his cock still lodged inside of you. “So tight, Y/N,” he pushed back in, “Can hardly move.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you blubbered.

He chuckled breathily. “It feels good, love,” letting the nickname slip, “Don’t be sorry.”

Vernon spread your thighs further apart for better access to your cunt. He rolled his hips into your own, making a point to teasingly rub his pubic bone against your clit with each stroke. He hoisted you up onto his thighs, angling your hips so he could bury his cock deeper into you. Skin slapping against skin, your juices lubricated his dick, making it easier and easier to slide in and out of you. Unable to hold back the growing, lustful desire in your chest, you pushed yourself up, so you were sitting in his lap – just as you had written.

Your hand slid down into the space in between his chest as Vernon bounced you up and down on his cock. A dark look clouded your eyes as you pressed your forehead against his now wet one, silently challenging him – but he already knew what you wanted.

“Ride me?” he asked quietly.

The right corner of your lip quirked up, pushing him back into the couch. Your hands latched onto either of his shoulders, his on your waist, dick buried deep inside of you, you rocked yourself back and forth on his lap. Though your eyes were closed, you heard Vernon let out a small “oh” at the new sensation. His large hands ran up the expanses of your sides before clamping on your breasts, squeezing them tight in his warm palms.

The tip of his cock nudged against your g-spot, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. Already addicted to the sensation, you repeatedly moved your body to experience friction along that pleasure point. The rush was indescribable – a rush of ecstasy on steroids, as if had an endless supply of serotonin in your body. It was something you thought was a mere myth to rile up readers.

“I’m getting close, love,” Vernon groaned as your ass slapped down against his thighs. “Nnnngghh – especially if you keep doing that.”

“Me too,” you muttered.

You wrapped your hand around his shoulders, burying his face in the space between your breasts. Your eyes flutter shut, the black behind your lids already spotting with stars. You felt his swollen lips graze across your sternum, his hands roaming up to squeeze the flesh of your ass. Your own fingers entangled with his brown locks, pulling on them as if they’d save you from your high. He grunted at your tug, only feeding your ego even more. As you pulled up on him, you made it a point to squeeze your walls. He let out a hot breath into your skin as he keeled forward into your chest, though his arms coming up behind you to keep you from falling.

“You gonna cum before me, love?” you teased him back, suddenly feeling bold.

You being cocky was kind of hot.

You slowly sank back down onto him until you felt his balls flushed against your ass. You paused to fuck with him even more. This wasn’t you, but it was kind of fun?

However, Vernon took you by surprise, suddenly holding you tight and roughly rutting into you.

“Ah!” you cried, holding on tightly to his shoulders so you wouldn’t lose contact. “Vernon!”

“Don’t play with me like, love,” Vernon said in between thrusts – there was a grit to his voice.

“Vernon please,” his cock pistoning in and out of you was getting unbearable, the bliss building inside of you threatening to spill.

“You like that?” he whispered. “Fuck you sillier than those stories you’ve written about Mingyu.”

“Vernon,” you panted, feeling yourself get weak.

“Fuck you until you only write about me.”

One final, harsh rut of his hips, he paused altogether, pushing his dick as far as he could inside of you, letting his warm cum paint the roof of your cunt and drip down along your walls until it was leaking out of your hole. Simultaneously, you spasmed around him, milking as much as you could out of him, your knees shaking around his waist. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, biting down on him to brace your orgasm.

Vernon’s dick softened inside of you and despite his tired legs, he lifted you up and carried you to his bedroom, where he cleaned you up quickly before tucking you into one side of his bed. Still bare, he was quick to join you under the covers pulling you flush to his chest, chafing his lips across your temple, lulling your fatigued body into slumber.

“Thank you,” you said in a small voice.

“For what?” he chuckled.

“For being my first,” you buried your face into his skin, your lips pressing a kiss against his pec as you snaked your arms around his waist. “And that was better than anything I’ve ever written.”

“Glad to be of inspirational help,” he teased, brushing the pads of his thumbs along your shoulder blade. “Write my name next time?”

“No,” you deadpanned.

“Why?”

“You’re mine.”

“Oh,” Vernon mused, “Possessive – I kind of like it.”

“Vernon!”

He let out a breathy chuckle and pressed his lips into your forehead. “As long as you're mine, love.”

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Word of the Prey

Chapter 2 - A Cult from Twilight?

Warnings: mention of death and blood.

Pairing: OT7 x reader, reader x ???

Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, some eventual smut, Romance, VampireAU, UniversityAU

Word Count: 3k

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a/n: This is the second chapter of this fic. I have moodboards done for each of the boys. I was thinking of posting them as they are introduced. I'll be making a masterlist soon! Enjoy xx

Another sleepless night stares in front of you as you stare at the missing-person flyers plastered on the telephone pole across the street from the house. In the first week of classes, another student had gone missing, but her body was found floating in the water. You had gone out and participated in the search for her hoping to get answers as to why so many students were going missing. At this point, you were starting to wonder if your lack of sleep was from the questions about the missing or to avoid having the dream again.

Since the first day of classes, the dream has become more vivid, and each time there has been something new with the dream. It starts the same, with the crying child drawing you out to the woods but instead of finding nothing, you see the figure kneeling over the boy's body with the tattoos ripping his body to shreds. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. Each time you want to sleep, the dream becomes more gruesome to the point that one night you woke up screaming with Jin, Hobi, and Yoongi standing in your room, shaking you awake. Since that night, they have been taking turns staying with you, worried that something may happen.

Staring out the window, it was silent; only the faint howling of the wind could be heard. The glow of your computer illuminates the room; your mind drifts to memories of when you first moved into this house five years ago—fighting with the three boys on who would get which room and moving the many boxes into the home. You smile to yourself. Things have always been interesting with the group, from Yoongi’s grumbling about being forced to socialize to Hobi making us all laugh and the random arguments with Jin. The house was silent; when you listened closely, you could hear the slow breathing throughout the house, each distinct to each person; Jin was having a bad dream; you could hear his heavier breathing, and the air had a tint of anxiety to it.

You sit back down at your computer, looking back to the missing people; each of them had their own unique story and family and friends that missed them dearly.

You didn’t realize you had fallen asleep till you heard the slight knock at your door and Hobi’s face peeking through the opening in the door “_____, time to get up, we got to get going soon. I’m glad you were able to get some sleep Munchkin” he said with a small smile before leaving you to get ready. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, no one else would dare call you that, but Hosoek holds the special privilege.

The first week of classes is over, and now the semester really starts; at least you got some sleep last night.

The drive to class differed drastically from the first day. Everyone was ready on time, no one was rushing, traffic was not too bad, and Hobi waited for everyone to be out of the car before leaving. It felt like last week hadn’t happened, and everything was back to the norm.

You say bye to Jin and Yoongi; as they head to class, you start walking towards the library to hole up while the others are in class to keep your mind occupied.

Walking through the doors of the library, students were sitting sporadically. The halls were emptier with fewer students filling the spaces, but you don’t mind fewer people to suspect to be the new vampire you sensed on the first day.

You get settled at a table in the back corner of the stacks, away from everybody, letting you focus on the readings you had been putting off. Time was going by smoothly until you smelled it again, the vampire you didn’t recognize. Your head spins around on a swivel, trying to see who is near you, except you are alone, no one close enough for you to smell them so well. You shake your head feeling like you were going crazy, until you look up, and above your head is an air duct pulling air throughout the building. The vampire was in the building, but you had no clue where exactly.

You run your hands through your hair, pulling at the roots with frustration. Every time you are on campus, you get close to them but not close enough to find out their identity. You let out a frustrated sigh, taking every ounce of control not to scream. The table vibrated as Hobi’s contact came across the screen. “Hoba,” you answered with a questioning tone. At first, there was no answer from the other side, and you began to wonder if he had called you by accident. “______, they found another body, it’s been drained entirely, it’s the resident that went missing,” his voice trembled, fighting back the tears. “Where are you? I’m getting Yoongi and Jin; we need to see the body.”

“There better be a good reason why you texted 911 in the middle of my lecture,” Yoongi grumbled. “They found Hobi’s friend, we need to see the body,” was all you said, but the tone of your voice was all he needed to know; this was serious. Shortly after, Jin made his way over to you and Yoongi, reading the energy that something wasn’t right.

The taxi ride to the hospital seemed to take ages; the driver followed the speed limit, a rarity in the city, and managed to get every red light. The taxi stopped at the employee entrance, and Hobi could be seen outside, his face pale and slick with sweat. “What took you so long?” he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. Before you could answer him, he threw scrubs and lab coats at the three of you. “Put these on; if anyone asks you are potential residents and I’m giving you a tour.” The three of you nodded in agreement. A knot was growing stronger in your stomach as you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you were about to see in the morgue.

It felt strange wearing scrubs for the first time in half a century, you definitely didn’t miss the responsibility that came with the coat and title of doctor. After navigating the hospital halls, you reached your desired destination - the morgue.

Hobi stuck his head in, ensuring nobody was around; with a wave of his hand, he motioned everyone into the room. “He’s in this one, I can’t look at him anymore, you have to be quick the police are going to be here soon to take the body for the autopsy,” he said, closing the door.

You haven’t seen Hoseok this shaken up in decades; Yoongi had already started opening the drawer containing the victim. Immediately the body looked drained, with barely any fluids remaining. With gloved hands, everyone started examining the body, looking for possible bite marks and harm to the body. At first, the knot in your stomach grew larger when you couldn’t find any puncture wounds, and you started to doubt he was actually related to vampires until Jin looked behind his ear. “Hey! Look here, it’s small, but it’s big enough for tubing to be used to drain him.” Jin exclaimed; Yoongi pushed him out of the way to inspect it himself. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. Before you had a chance to ask him any questions, Hobi burst through the door “we gotta go; I got a text; the police are here”. In a hurry, the room was returned to how it was when you arrived, and it was like you were never there.

After leaving the morgue, Hobi ushered everyone into an empty patient room “please tell me some random murderer killed him,” he pleaded; your heads hung low. “He had puncture marks behind his ears, we don’t know for sure, but it seems like he was used for his blood,” you said. Tears welled up in his eyes, and you went over and hugged him - the sobs were deafening.

Jin had taken Hobi to get a coffee and something to eat. Your eyes landed on Yoongi as your thoughts went back to his reaction to the puncture wounds. “You know something that you aren’t telling me” you questioned. His shoulders dropped, and his head was hung “______ this is worse than we know. I’m worried,” he said barely above a whisper. Goosebumps cover your skin “Yoongi, tell me now.” your voice stern. With a deep breath, he started talking, and with each word, you thought you were going to be sick.

“So you’re telling me there is a secret cult of vampires that harvest humans for their blood—holding them hostage for months at a time using them for sex and feeding off of them. But also turn some of them to experiment on? Do I got this right?” you questioned, your voice getting higher with each word. You paced with a million thoughts running through your head. “Does this have anything to do with the bastard that turned me?” you questioned. Yoongi couldn’t look you in the eye, but you saw a slight nod, and with that, you were sick.

Jin walked back into the room to Yoongi holding your hair as you were sick into the garbage can. “I was gone for a solid 15 minutes; the hell happened?” he said before running to get you some water. “Yoon, how serious is this? How come we haven’t seen it before” you questioned, tears in your eyes. He brought the water up to your lips, shaking his head slightly. “The last time I caught wind of them was 200 years before I found you; that’s why I was doubtful when you first caught wind of it,” he said, his hands running through your hair.

“This sounds like something from Twilight,” Jin yelled as he paced the room after being brought up to speed. “Well, they had to get the idea from somewhere,” Yoongi chuckled. Jin’s mouth dropped, waiting for Yoongi to say sike, except it never came.

Silence filled the room, and no one was sure what to say. Hoseok was called away by the police to learn more about his friend in the morgue to fill in the blanks of what happened to him when he disappeared until he was found in the alley. A message appeared on your phone, a text from Chris reminding you of your study date that afternoon before your evening class. “Shit,” you mumbled; both boys looked over to you, looking at you to elaborate. “I have to get back to campus; I’m supposed to meet Chris, I won’t hear the end of it if I don’t go,” you replied, both nodding their heads in agreement, knowing Chris from his time at the house.

The ride back to campus was silent; sitting alone in the back of the taxi, listening to the sounds of the busy streets. The cool air of the AC blow, and the driver stinks of cigarette smoke and the remnants of last night's alcohol. You shudder as you pull up to the university, getting out and thanking the driver before he pulls away.

A short walk to the oldest building on campus, you find Chris head bopping to whatever was playing through his headphones. You gave a slight wave before he got up and hugged you tight “Yoongi messaged me that one of the residents that you knew was killed,” he said, rubbing the back of your head. Of course, Yoongi would tell Chris; he knew you weren’t okay and knew Chris would take care of you.

While you felt comfort while studying with Chris, your mind was everywhere; no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t focus- rereading a paragraph over and over and still not able to understand the key points. A couple of hours pass. Chris bids you goodbye and walks you to your class, giving you one last hug and giving you an assuring nod and a smile that warms you slightly.

You hide in the back of the lecture theatre, tucked away from everyone. The last thing you wanted to was to interact in small talk with strangers. You noticed the scent of the unknown vampire, you barely had the energy to focus on the class, and this was the final straw. Tears silently slide down your cheeks when in the corner of your eyes, a figure is a few seats away from you.

You wipe the tears away before he can notice, but what you didn’t know is that this mystery man saw your tears and wanted to ask you if you were alright, but the scent from you drew him to you.

The class was going by slowly when the professor got everyone to discuss the class topic with their neighbour. You introduced yourself to the boy three seats to your right. “I’m Jungkook, I’m a second year, but I transferred here last semester,” you smiled at his introduction. “Nice to meet you; I’m _____; this is my fourth year,” you replied.

Both of you chatted back and forth, talking about the topic, but mostly at your annoyance with the course and the number of readings required. The professor's voice bounced off the walls. “Now that you have spoken with your neighbours, this is my way of making partners for the end-of-the-term project, so get to know them as they’re now your partner,”.

“Well, let’s exchange numbers since we’ll be working together, partner,” you laughed, writing your number on a sticky note. Soon after, your phone vibrates with an unknown number and a message of “it’s Jungkook ☺️.” Of course, you smiled at Jungkook.

You were walking to the parking lot when it dawned on you. You had been so drained from earlier you hadn’t noticed that the scent of the unknown vampire was more potent today than ever. You stopped in your tracks, and you let out an audible gasp “oh my fuck” you whispered and started running towards the running car filled with your friends.

The three boys were surprised to see you running, a panicked look across your face. “Just drive” was all you managed to say, giving Yoongi a warning look that shit was about to hit the fan.

Hoseok pulled the car into the driveway, the silence during the drive was deafening. You entered the kitchen and grabbed a blood bag from the fridge, draining it in seconds. “Okay, Kid, what the fuck is going on?” Yoongi questioned, his tone dripped with worry. Before you answered, you grabbed another bag from the fridge, putting off telling them. Before you could finish the bag, Jin ripped it from your mouth, “tell us now,” he demanded. You swallowed. “I know who the mystery vampire is” the group stared at you, waiting for the answer. “He’s a kid in my first-year course, he has no clue I know, but we have somehow managed to be partnered for a project.” you said, grabbing the blood bag back from Jin.

You drained the rest of the bag “_______, in all seriousness did you pick up anything from him” Yoongi said, looking you straight in the eyes. He was reading your mind, leaving you unable to hide anything from him. “No, I didn’t realize it was him until I was walking to the car,” you replied in your mind. Both Jin and Hoseok stared at the interaction watching in silence as the conversation went on between your minds. “Not cool, Yoon, I would’ve told you the truth either way. “ you said out loud. Making both spectators jump at your sudden voice.

You left the boys stunned in the kitchen. Walking to your room, the feeling in your stomach started again. The sense of dread washed over you. At first, you couldn’t pinpoint why. You grab your phone, opening Twitter to mindlessly scroll to get your mind off the feeling. Except it has the opposite effect. The first thing you see is a missing person alert from the university. You recognized the student, a girl from your first-year course. You look at the message that had Jungkook’s number; you were typing the message before you realized it. He didn’t answer right away, and your leg shook, making the desk bounce with the impact of each tap. There was a slight knock on your door, “Munchkin” was all you heard as Hoseok face peered around the door. You waved him in “another student has gone missing,” you said, pointing to the girl on your phone “she’s in the first year course. She’s barely 18,” you said with your voice dripping with unease.

Hobi sat beside you on the bed, waiting for Jungkook to answer. The pit stilled in your stomach as you began to wonder if he could be involved with the missing students. A ding breaks the room's silence, a text notification from him. He didn’t know the student personally, but his roommate was her boyfriend, and he was distraught. Your stomach sank further; he wouldn’t be stupid enough to hurt his roommate’s partner. Before you end the conversation, you invite him over to work on the project and to get to know each better.

Hobi didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night. The two of you needed each other after the day you both had. You woke up the next morning with his sleeping figure next to you. A small smile came across your face; he looked peaceful and content. You run your fingers through his hair, trying not to wake him. It was Saturday, meaning you had no reason to get up, so you cuddled into Hoseok. Closing your eyes, Hoseok pulls you closer. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t have a nightmare but an actual dream.

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